the yankees cap

Rude

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing?

When you agreed to marry Steve, you knew that meant a life time of putting up with stubborn ways. Specially when it came to his favorite teams.

“Doll, put some pep in your step.” Steve calls into the bedroom at you.

“Pep in my step, please take your phrase back to the 40’s you dork.” You laugh pulling the ball cap down over your hair, resting over your shoulder.

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Imagine play fighting with Chris. (Part 2)

A/N: So I recently bought a Yankees’ cap (why? ‘Cause I’ve always liked the New York Yankees even though I don’t really follow baseball) and I feel like this would be how Chris would react if his girl wore anything that didn’t celebrate his Bostonian roots. I’m doing this as a part two to the first play fight one, where they 'argued’ about the Patriots jersey Y/N had on.

“Can you hurry it up?” Chris called from the front door as you finished your smoothie in the kitchen. “I know it’s only nine, but it’s quite a drive and I don’t know what traffic’s going to be like.” You made some noise with your mouth full to tell him you’d heard him. “Tick tock, Y/N!” He called louder, trying not to laugh when he heard you make a frustrated sound with your throat. “We don’t have all day!”

You and Chris were driving to the other side of town to pick up a gift for your best friend’s baby shower which was in a few days. You’d ordered the top of the market baby stroller she’d been talking about for a while now; it was in the exact same baby blue color she’d painted her nursery, as well as engraved with the name her and her husband had chosen for their first born son. It was the perfect gift, the only problem was that instead of having it delivered- you’d accidentally chose the option to pick it up yourself at the branch on the other side of town. You’d tried to correct your mistake, but it was too late- your personalized stroller was waiting for you three and a half hours away. You were lucky your husband loved you and your best friend as much as he did otherwise you would’ve had a huge mess on your hands. He offered to drive, turning the mistake into a fun road trip instead.

“I’m coming!” You called back with a frown as you washed your glass. “We’ve still got plenty of time. Even with traffic, we’re going to make it. The store doesn’t close till eight, so can you just relax?” You grabbed your phone and cap, tugging it over you head as you made your way to the front door.

“Honest to God, you’re such a-” He cut himself off when he saw you. His jaw dropped and he stared at you with absolute horror, “oh my God.” His comment made your eyes narrow in confusion. You were about to ask what he was going on about when he asked, “what the hell is on your head?”

“Um…” Your eyes darted up towards your cap. “A cap?” You’d completely forgotten you’d grabbed the Yankees hat Sebastian gave you for your birthday, the one Chris had made you swore you’d never wear because it was a 'betrayal’ to him and your marriage; he was an extremist, that one. “I don’t under-”

“You’re fucking wearing a Yankees cap,” he cut you off with a chuckle. “Seriously?” He asked as you confirmed his accusation. “Are we seriously going to do this again?” He tried not to smile when he remembered how the last play fight went; you’d worn a Falcons jersey courtesy of Octavia Spencer and you’d both ended up in the pool. “Take it off.” He told you when you’d tugged it back over your head. “We’re not going anywhere with you in that piece of trash.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “You need to calm down, mister. This was a birthday present from Seb and it’s one of my most comfortable caps. So no, I am not going to take it off because you can’t handle seeing merchandise from teams that aren’t yours.” He pressed his lips tightly together, squinting at you evilly. “Let’s go, weren’t you worried we weren’t going to make it in time?”

“Yes, but I can’t take you anywhere in that hat.”

“Chris,” you laughed and pinching his face in one of your hands. He tried not to laugh as you squished his cheeks, “it’s only cute when I’m in the mood. I’m not changing my hat, okay?” He scrunched his nose at you and you chuckled. “What’s wrong with the Yankees anyway?” You quizzed as you dropped your hand. “They’re a good team.”

“How. Dare. You?” He punctuated each word, emphasizing his shock and horror.

“Let’s just go, you dork.” You slipped your hand in his and pulled a laughing him out of the front door. “I don’t even know why you’re so offended.” You told him as he locked the front door; he glanced back at you with a face that said it all, making you laugh. “It’s not like I support the team, I don’t even like sports.”

“She says to her husband who is a sports fanatic,” he said monotonously in a teasing manner; you laughed. “It’s offensive because you’re married to a Bostonian and you should be supporting The Patriots and The Red Socks.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Just so you know, my mom would kill you if she saw that on your head.”

“She has and she didn’t.” You told him as you walked towards the car. His eyes narrowed because he didn’t believe you, and you teased him as you both got into the car, “not everyone is as petty as you, Evans.”

“True, but I know my mom and she’s as petty as me.” That wasn’t true. “C'mon, where do you think I get it from?” He joked as he turned the key in the ignition; the engine purred. “We got into a huge argument after I had to wear a Yankees hat for Nanny Diaries. Huge,” he emphasized, “Y/N.”

“That’s a fake story,” you laughed and he bit back his smile as he pulled the car out of the driveway. “You may be able to trick interviewers, Christopher.” He chuckled as he took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “But I’m your wife and I know everything about you.”

“Then you should know not to wear that hat,” he mumbled into your skin and you yanked your hand away, rolling your eyes. “God.” You both burst out laughing when you caught each others’ gazes. “You’re lucky I love you more than I hate that team.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed.

“About as ridiculous as you in that hat.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed harder, causing the corners of your eyes to crinkle which made Chris smile. “Are you honestly that annoyed by this hat?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay,” you chuckled. “If were wearing said hat when we first met, would you have approached me?”

“I’d like to say yes,” he winced and you laughed. “But the answer’s probably not.”

“So you would’ve been willing to miss out on this incredible life all because of a hat?”

“Funny,” he glanced at you with a cheeky grin, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“Once again,” you shook your head, laughing, “you’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he chuckled and you smiled. His ridiculous and childish behavior was part of his incredible charm; you’d never fallen for him if he wasn’t exactly the way he was. “Now aren’t you glad we met at a fancy Vanity Fair party where tasteless caps weren’t part of the dress code?”

“Goooooood,” you groaned loudly and he joined in. Both of you were trying not to laugh as you feigned annoyance because you both found your partner and everything they did adorable. “I should have never married you, Chris Evans.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “But it’s too late now,” he winked as he wiggled his ring finger. His platinum band shimmered under the sunlight and you felt the smile on your lips grow even wider. You’d been together for four and a half years now, yet you still woke up each morning feeling like you were living in your wildest, happiest dreams. He took your hand, squeezing it tightly before entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re stuck with me, kid,” he said with a handsome grin.

“Bummer,” you teased, winking. “But hey, since we’re stuck with each other- Let me make things a little easier on you. You don’t like seeing this hat on me, right?” He made his 'duh’ face and you laughed as you pulled it off and placed it in your lap, straightening your hair with your free hand. “Well I love my husband and I don’t want to upset him, so- I’ll oblige.”

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“But I still need a hat, so-” you pulled his NASA cap from his head and he chuckled as you put it on yours. “But then-” you tried not to smile too wide as the hand in his tightened its grip, and the other prepared to yank Chris’ worst enemy on his head. “So do you.” You saw Chris realize what was happening before it happened; his eyes widened and he shook his head. “Ah, perfect.” You tugged it onto his head and he almost lost control of the car. “My handsome Yankees man. Navy blue suits you, baby,” you teased.

“Are you insane? Don’t do that while I’m driving, I could’ve gotten us killed.” He laughed when you did. “My instant reflex is to slap that piece of shit off my head,” he told you and you laughed harder. “Okay,” he chuckled. “You’ve had your fun, now get it off my head. You go ahead and wear it all you want, but don’t make me wear it. I swear it’s like burning my skin.” That comment made your stomach hurt from laughing too much. “Y/N, I’m serious!” He tried not to laugh but he couldn’t help himself. “Give me-” he tried to pull his hand from your grip but you tightened it. “Give me my hand!”

“No,” you giggled. “I like you in that cap, you look so dignified.”

“You’re going to get it when we get home,” he playfully warned with a smirk.

“You promise?” You bit your lower lip, smirking as flirtatiously as he was.

“You bet your ass I promise.”

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Public Scenes

@mizjoely gave me the prompt:

22. I don’t know why I married you. 23. Have you ever lied to me? 24. If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away. 25. Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?  Any of them or a combo - my additional challenge is to use the same prompt(s) for Warstan and Sherlolly?                                           

I did the Warstan.  Now here’s the Sherlolly.  Incidentally for the rest of you guys waiting on your prompts, I see you. These ones just took forever.


He was walking but not running because running would make him look suspicious to the cranky gunmen watching him.  Then Molly Hooper appeared on the horizon like a glimmering beacon of… like a thirtysomething woman who was reliably helpful and had a store of useful medical knowledge, and nothing else.

Sherlock needed reliable helpfulness at the moment, so he dipped his head down to her ear and whispered, “Molly, I apologize, but I need to make a very dramatic scene here and so I’m afraid I will have to-”

The slap made his ears ring.  And Sherlock had to admire the intensity with which Molly screeched, “You… filth.  I don’t know why I married you. I could deal with the boozing and the gambling but now… the whores?  Rot in hell, you bastard.  Rot…in… hell.”

She was wasted in pathology if this was a sample of her acting talents.  It hadn’t been Sherlock’s plan, but it worked. They were able to walk easily out of the shopping center, her haranguing him all the way, him glum and hangdog and just incidentally carrying a stolen microfilm cartridge whose contents would send three members of Parliament to prison.


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Imagine visiting Boston with Chris.

A/N: Epilogue time! Yes, this is the end to Chapter One of my next Chris Evans Mini Series. I guess you can call this a spin off. So glad you all joined me on this incredible journey ❤️ (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/Part 5A/5B)

Chris’ lips rested against the mouth of his beer bottle. He couldn’t help his smile as he watched you with his niece, Stella. You were both on your hands and knees searching for a four leafed clover in a patch of what seemed like mostly three leafed clovers. She’d asked if you’d help her find one after she’d saw your clover pendant resting between your collarbones and you’d told her it brought good luck. Chris was about to go over and help when he saw you’d found one; you held it up with great triumph and passed it to an excitable Stella, who threw her arms around you to give you a great big hug as a thank you. You hugged her back, looking over at Chris. You smiled when you saw that he was already smiling at you, then chuckled when he winked at you. Your eyes fell to his lips when he deliberately drank his beer in slow motion, the smugness on his face told you that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You shook your head at him with a bit back smile as Stella ran off and you rose to your feet.

“Stop it, Chris,” you instructed him when you joined his side.

“Stop what?” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“You know what,” you chuckled and he bit back his cheeky smile. “So stop it.”

Chris just laughed and pressed a kiss against the side of your head. In return, you smiled and wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned your head against him. It’d only been a few days since you officially became a couple, but everything was going swimmingly. It was apparently because you were still going through the honeymoon phase, but you and Chris didn’t believe in that. If you were with the right person, it wouldn’t matter how short of how long you’d been together- things were always going to stay in the honeymoon phase. It was hard to predict the future, but you and Chris were pretty freaking sure the both of you were going to stay in that phase for a very, very long time.

You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket and you took your arm off Chris to check it. You’d taken a week off school to spend the week in Boston with Chris and his family before he had to leave for Atlanta. You’d promised your professors you’d do your studies via distance education so every buzz was either another lecture in MP4, or assignment notes in PDF. Chris felt terrible about making you miss your classes, but you assured him that it was fine. You were a staff favorite and you were on good terms with majority of your classmates; they were all more than happy to help while you pursue a love that was clearly going to bring you a lot of joy.

You knew missing class to be with a boy was dumb, that past you would’ve berated present you for putting a boy over your own education and budding career. But you also knew future you would thank you, she would thank you because the boy you were with wasn’t just any boy. He was a man that was going to give you the entire universe when you thought you only deserved a single star; a man that was going to love you unconditionally and eternally; a man that was going to take care of you and put your needs above his; a man that was going to do anything to help you make your dreams come true. Now making you miss class to spend time with him before he left for his job seemed to contradict that point, but he had something up his sleeve. But that was something he was going to keep aside until you graduated, as not just a graduation present but also an act of incredible love and faith.

“Do you need to get to your laptop?” He asked when he saw that you’d received another lecture. “Are you sure?” He asked when you shook your head with a reassuring smile, slipping your phone back into your pocket because you wanted to be present. “I can take you back, we can grab a plate and head back to the house. Ma wouldn’t mind, she actually yelled at me for making you miss school,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

“It’s fine, it’s only Professor Killian’s lecture,” you told him and he felt slightly better. “Relax,” you chuckled because he only felt slightly better; his eyes displayed his extreme guilt. “I’m a good student, I can manage missing a week. Plus- it’s not like I’m not working while I’m here, I am. I’m fine, Chris,” you pressed your hand against his face as you assured him.

“Okay,” he kissed your palm; you smiled and pulled your hand away. You heard Chris chuckle as you wrapped your arm back around Chris’ waist. “Incoming,” he whispered into your ear and you smiled at Scott, his brother, who was walking over to join you. He had a frown on his face which worried you until Chris explained, “he’s pissed about your hat.” You laughed, because of course he was; you were wearing a Yankees cap in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. “I told you not to wear it, but you didn’t listen.”

“Navy blue looks good on me,” you pouted.

“Yeah it does,” he nodded, laughing as he kissed your head again.

“You really are smitten with her, aren’t you?” Scott teased Chris, smiling at you because he liked you; he’d made it pretty clear to you and Chris and the rest of his family. “I still remember you arguing with your director because you didn’t want to wear a Yankees cap for The Nanny Diaries, and now you’re actually kissing the uniform of the enemy?” Chris rolled his eyes and you laughed along with Scott. “Wow, the girl’s got you whipped.”

“Fuck off, Scott,” Chris chuckled, playfully shoving his brother. “This is not whipped, this is love.” He said to him, smiling at you; you smiled back. “Yes, I hate the Yankees but- my love for Y/N trumps that hate, so-” he took his ‘Natural Addiction’ cap off his head and swapped it with your Yankees cap; the one that he’d jokingly said would burn his skin if he touched it. “Boom, I’ve put on the uniform of the enemy.”

“Traitor,” Scott pretended to shoot Chris a death stare, but he was secretly happy to see how serious his brother was about a girl. In Chris’ defense, you were a pretty freaking amazing girl; his whole family thought so and didn’t even flinch at the fact that you wore a Yankees hat. “We’re going to have to disown you after this barbecue, you know that right?” You and Chris laughed. “You are a bad influence, Miss Y/L/N. What’s wrong with the Boston Red Sox?”

“Nothing,” you chuckled, “I just like wearing the hat ‘cause I like how I look in navy blue.”

“And if she likes wearing this hat ‘cause she likes how she looks in navy blue,” he swapped your hats back around, “she can go right ahead.” You felt your smile widen; it was a small act, but also huge if you knew what Chris was like when it came to sports and his Boston teams. “I’ll even defend her from fanatics like you,” he told him, squeezing you tightly.

“Aw,” Scott cooed mockingly, even though he found the two of you incredibly cute together. “Okay,” he held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll back off before he pulls another terrible prank on me. Did you hear about the time he made-”

“You pee your pants?” You laughed when Scott shot a laughing Chris a weary look. “Yup, I know all the embarrassing stories. I’m not only a fan, but I’ve been friends with Chris for a while now. It’s okay, Scott,” you called as he walked away, pretending to pout. “I thought it was mean on Chris’ part.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at you, winking; you definitely had his approval. “I’m nailing this whole family meeting, aren’t I?”

“Mm hm,” Chris nodded, placing both hands on your waist to turn you towards him. “I mean- I did do the hard yards for you, so don’t get too cocky.” He teased you and you smiled, tugging at his hat before wrapping your arms around his neck. “But come on, did you expect anything less from your amazing self? You had me at 'thanks for the input I didn’t ask for’.” He continued to tease you and you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as you buried your face in his chest. He laughed and hugged you tightly, mumbling into your hat, “you know I love you, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you grinned, looking up to meet his gaze. “And you know I love you too.”

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anonymous asked:

Why is Tom so perfect? He makes me so mad. 😡 He always ends up ruining my life with his bloody perfectness.😭

Well, in his own words:

{gif by @tomscinnamondanish)

So I had to include that just for the sake of argument. ;)

But.

I completely understand what you are saying.  

I really do.

The word doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have flaws.  

For me, he is perfect in the sense that he is kind, patient, gentle, witty, deferential, and fun.  He is intellectually curious  He is educated.  He knows how to listen.  He knows how to converse.  He knows how to have a good time.  He enjoys the simple things.  He is thoughtful.   He is a terrific colleague (by all accounts).  He is very aware and gives his attention to those around him.  He respects language and communicates very well.  He is humble.  He hasn’t adopted certain attitudes and behaviors that are promiment in some men; he is comfortable showing excitement and expressing a variety of emotions.  I’ve never heard him say anything that is cruel or dismissive or flippant, that is misogynistic or indicative of prejudice towards any group.  His manner is polite and affectionate.   I could go on, but I think I’ve made my point.  

He just seems to be a genuinely loving, sweet, smart man and that attracts me more than any bulging biceps or flashy cars or pouty lips or Bad Boy attitude or fat wallet ever will.  Full stop.  

I’m still working on getting over him wearing the Yankees cap, but I have decided to accept that he did so out of ignorance.  ;)

It’s like in Emma when Mr.Knightley says that she is faultless in spite of all her faults.  

And I understand, he is infuriating.  I’ve never in my life been so affected by someone with whom I have never spoken.  Sometimes the intensity wanes and then BAM!, it gets so strong, there is an actual physical response.  I don’t even have to be watching one of his interviews of films, just his voice in my imagination is enough.  Ugh.  

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Day 5 (22nd August) - Romance

Percy Jackson/Annbeth Chase
aka
Percabeth

‘I could see Annabeth now- standing barefoot above me on the canoe lake pier. I’d fallen out of my canoe. That was it. She was reaching out her hand to haul me up, and she was trying not to laugh. She wore her orange camp T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was tucked up in her Yankees cap, which was strange because that should have made her invisible.
“You are such an idiot sometimes.” She smiled. “Come on. Take my hand.”
Memories came flooding back to me- sharper and more colorful. I stopped dissolving. My name was Percy Jackson. I reached up and took Annabeth’s hand.’ - Percy Jackson, The Last Olympian

My contribution to Percy Jackson Week 2017 hosted by @percyjacksonweek2k17