(For @phanny-fics contest)
Okay first sorry, the request said praise and I’ve just done the opposite oops, my finger slipped ? Also sorry this took so long I’ve had a lot of school work.
Warning: smut, degradation, deep throating
Most people hated week days, you didn’t and it wasn’t because you didn’t have work during the week it was because you’re boyfriend did. you’re boyfriend Dan worked for the best lawyer firm in London, he was pretty high up in the business and he was well known around London for winning most cases he was given, so let’s just say he was pretty well payed. You would have thought him being well established and having being payed great money would have been the reason you loved week days but it wasn’t. It was because of the way he looked in his suit. every morning you would wake up at the same time as dan so you could see him get changed into his sleek black suit with a white shirt which fitted him so well, he would tuck in his shirt and wouldn’t leave the house until his tie was the perfect length; he takes his job very seriously and that’s what turns you on.
Serious Dan in a suit was you’re weakness. Occasionally in the morning while he was doing up his tie or adjusting his blazer you would kiss his neck and whisper things like “daddy you look so good in that suit, you’re making me so wet” but he would only tell you things like “don’t be a naughty girl or I won’t let you cum for a week if you keep teasing daddy” usually that was enough to stop you from doing anything else to adjutant him but not this morning.
This morning was different dan had recently purchased a Versace suit costing him over £1,000, He was dripping sex appeal. so when you saw him over by the mirror adjusting his tie like he usually does you couldn’t help but go over. As he was fixing his tie you placed your hands and moved them by his side and slowly undid his perfectly tied tie “I want you to tie me up with you’re tie” you said fiddling with the the thin material between your finger tips “you know I’m not going to do that” Dan whispered with a smirk on his face “can I change your mind daddy” you said as you dropped to your knees and started to unbuckle his belt “don’t you dare” his voice now laced with frustration, you ignored his request, pulled down his jeans and took his member out of his Calvin Klein underwear “last warning kitten” you again ignored his demands and gave his cock a firm stroke before you sunk you’re head down onto his length.
He wasn’t fully hard yet so taking all of him wasn’t much of a problem in the beginning but as you continued to suck you found it increasingly hard to take him, dan used this to his advantage. He put his ran fingers through your hair and secured his hand around your head and started pushing you down further on his cock “you still wanna suck daddys cock huh?” You squeaked in response “your gonna take all of me like the little slut you are and then maybe if your lucky I’ll let you swallow” you gagged in response and Dan continued pushing your head down to the base of his penis so that your nose was touching his pubic bone, you gagged and let a tear fall from your eye “such a cockslut, what are you?” He pulled you off his cock waiting for an answer but you sat there in silence “answer me!” He spat “I’m a cockslut” he smirked at your response as he pushed you back onto him “that’s what I thought bitch” he continued thrusting into your mouth relentlessly. You tried to relax your jaw to aid the fact that Dan was fucking your mouth like he fucked your pussy; hard and fast.
You looked up to see Dan glaring at you as he kept pushing himself down you’re throat, you felt tears stream down you’re face from how much you’ve been gagging “Wanna cum on that pretty little face of yours” he pulls himself out of your mouth and starts stroking his cock erratically “open slut” you opened your mouth ready to take his load. Dan came all over your face with a string of moans and profanities, he smirked down at you and thumbed his cum off your face and put it to your mouth, you seductively sucked it off his thumb “I’ve got to go to work now” he said sadistically as he made his way out of the room “oh and also no cumming for a week” he added before leaving the room. you sighed knowing that was coming.
The hotel room was empty by the time Yuuri arrived, he managed to cling on the marble counter in the kitchen to catch his breath from the nerves that were slightly building up. His left hand gripping the pale blue garmet bag tightly as he strolled into the bedroom that he knew they’d end up in the moment Victor walked through the door. Laying it out on the bed, the corner of Yuuri’s lip rose at the sight. The egregious feeling sat in the pit of his stomach when he found out that he missed Victor’s birthday by a couple months. Victor didn’t tell Yuuri until last month and they’ve already been seeing one another for almost a year now.
Yuuri was determined to make it up to the older man whether he liked it or not. Even if Victor owned suits that were in higher quality than the one he got made for him. The suit was a grey shade darker than Victor’s hair with a tie that was a deep blue color that happened to be Yuuri’s favorite color. The Versace suit was crisp and elegant, exactly what Victor is.
Elegant. Beautiful. Sexy. Perfect.
All the things Victor is will be showcased with this specific suit. The thought of Victor wearing it for others to see and not know where it came from sent a chill down his spine. The sense of proprietorial, his own way of marking Victor in the easiest way he could. No love bite or scratch would last longer than the suit that would cling to Victor’s body and carving it for others see what Yuuri sees. Poise and potent, the only man Yuuri would think he could fear if he truly tried.
Yuuri stared at the hidden gift longer than expected. He immediately snapped his head to the direction of the hotel room door. Walking out of the bedroom, his eyes landed on the man of the hour. Victor’s chin tilted up slightly the moment their eyes met and a smile full of confidence brightened the room. Victor quickly walked over to him, his hands going our his waist carefully to pull Yuuri’s body against his own.
“Yuuri,” Victor whispered in awe.
No one says his name the way Victor does, the way that makes his knees buckle and heart rate pick up. Yuuri’s hands slowly reached up to curl his hands gently around Victor’s neck to cup his soft skin that he couldn’t wait to leave the love bites across.
“You made it,” Yuuri murmured when their foreheads rested on one another.
Victor smiled wholeheartedly, “Always.”
Yuuri leaned in slowly to bring their lips together, the soft brush of the kiss began. Victor hummed soflty against his lips as they melted. They were weak for each other, neither of them spoke of it but they knew it. The kiss stayed steady before Yuuri pulled back slowly, his eyes fluttering open to find Victor already staring at him.
“I brought you a gift.”
“A gift?” Victor asked curiously when tightening his hold on him. “For what occasion?”
“It’s a belated birthday gift,” Yuuri replied, brushing Victor’s bangs from his face carefully.
Victor shook his head, “I don’t need a gift Yuuri.”
“Too late,” he grasped Victor’s hand and tugged him to the bedroom. “Come see it.”
The bedroom was left how he saw it, minus the garmet bag on the bed sheets that caught Victor’s attention the moment they walked in. Victor blinked, glancing at Yuuri before going towards the bag. The older man’s fingers danced across the zipper, opening the bag. They both fell their sight on the suit that Yuuri couldn’t wait to see on Victor.
“Yuuri..” Victor said surprised when turning his gaze towards him. “You didn’t have too.”
“I wanted too. I want to see you in it, can you put it on for me?”
Victor nodded quickly but brought his body to Yuuri, their silent agreement. They slowly removed the holsters, weapons, and article of clothing one by one. Yuuri could only watch his fingers move fluently across Victor’s body, the one he is slowly growing used too. The way he can touch Victor so intimately in a way he never expected.
They worked Yuuri out of his holsters and clothes, all he wore was his briefs and dress shirt that Victor adored exposing his chest. Catching the small hint of his tattoos through the thin material. Victor pointed to the chair near the window for him to sit in to watch Victor change in the suit. He could feel Victor’s eyes burning his thighs and back. Yuuri gripped the arm chair when sitting down.
The room grew hot and all Yuuri could do was stare at Victor pull up the pants carefully. Examining the curves of his thighs and hips, Victor did a small turn much to Yuuri’s liking after tucking in his dress shirt. Licking his lips, the older man soon shrugged on the suit jacket.
He took the tie, eyeing Yuuri with a smirk as he put it on with ease. Watching the way his hands work it into the perfect knot and tucked under the dress shirt. Buttoning the blazer up and smoothing his hands over it then adjusting the cuffs. The dress shoes came next to complete the look.
Yuuri’s words that would describe Victor came back again from the simple sight.
Elegant. Beautiful. Sexy. Perfect.
“What do you think?” Victor asked curiously yet teasingly, already knowing the answer.
“Beautiful,” Yuuri replied without missing a beat.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
Victor motioned Yuuri over with a single finger movement, he got up from the seat and walked over to him. His body being attracted by a force that Victor always had around him that made Yuuri need him more. The same finger caressed his jawline once he stood face to face with him.
“Tell me what you want, Yuuri.”
Yuuri shook his head when grasping the lapel of the blazer, “Tell me what you want, Victor. It’s your birthday after all.”
Silence fell between them, Victor let his fingers trace the markings he had grown to adore upon Yuuri’s skin. The same fingers that left marks upon his ass from hits and pleasure from being inside him. They were burning him, an addictive burn that made him press himself closer to Victor.
“Does that mean I can open my gift?”
Yuuri tilted his head confused, “You’ve already opened it.”
The same fingers soon decided to make their own path down his back. The press of Victor’s fingers against his hole through the briefs caused a gasp to slip his lips, a smirk played upon his face. The same smirk that always reminded him why they did this. Leaning towards his ear, Victor whispered a soft reply that sent a shiver down his spine.
“My other gift, Yuuri.”
for @captain-erwinmerica this song always reminds me of victor and yuuri in masquerade & i know your love for suit porn (your twitter is the best thing ever tbh) so why not write this out for you!! i apologize for the rough writing, i’m still going through writers block but i tried my best!! happy birthday!! ^-^ - poppy
A/N: Here we go, here’s the finale. :D Thank you so much for showing all your love and support for this mini-series, I’ll be sure to inform you if I decide to write more for it. You can read the previous parts here: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4. This will be all added to my Masterlist but I’ll also be making one solely for this mini-series. I’m done yapping, enjoy. X
It was fifteen minutes till the wedding. Your wedding. You were in your beautiful wedding dress, a custom-made one by the designer you loved; Ellie Saab. You looked absolutely stunning, thanks to your talented prep team. You looked perfect and you were marrying the man of your dreams, so why could you still feel yourself on the verge of having a panic attack?
You forced yourself to breathe in and out as slowly as you could manage so you didn’t start to hyperventilate. It didn’t work, so you started to pace in your wedding dress; it wasn’t the best idea. Your best friend was too busy packing your honeymoon luggage, and your mother was too preoccupied with your flower girls- your niece and Chris’- to notice how badly you were trying not to freak out. You shook your head and mumbled to yourself, “I need some air.”
You were about to walk out the back door of your room and into the garden when you heard your brother’s voice enter. You turned to him and swallowed, shaking your head when he asked “you ready, kid?” His eyes narrowed in concern, like your mom’s and Luca’s; you had both their attention now.
“I um-” You shook your head again. “I’m not- I’m- um- I’m having a bit of a panic attack,” you let out a breathless chuckle that held limited humor. “I need some air, I need some air. Luca, get me some air,” you demanded as your hand wrapped around your amethyst clover necklace; you needed all the luck you could get.
“Hey hey.” Luca rushed to your side and put an arm around you. With the other, she grabbed your wrists; it was her ‘keep-Y/N-on-her-feet’ position. “You are fine, Y/N. It’s just nerves, you need to breathe. In and out, babe. In and out,” she instructed in a soothing tone.
“Outside,” you told her. “Take me outside.”
“Okay,” she obliged and steered you towards the patio exit, “let’s go.”
• • • • • • • •
The two of you stood in the garden, the fresh air and the chirping birds did well to calm you. You fiddled with your necklace then your engagement ring, smiling to yourself in reminiscent of how Chris proposed. You were sure about marrying him, you’d been sure about him long before marriage was even an idea. You knew your nerves had nothing to do with him, it was- well, you wished you knew.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Luca asked you; you tore your gaze from your beautiful ring and turned to her. “You and I both know this isn’t about Chris, so what’s the problem?” She asked, titling her head in concern and confusion.
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I mean- I guess…At every wedding, there’s a chance of something bad happening. I don’t want anything bad to happen at ours,” you told her. “I just- what if I trip walking down the aisle or the food isn’t good or the band is horrendous and no one dances?” You rambled your irrational fears. “What if the paparazzi and reporters crash the party and ruins the day that- I’ve been trying for the last nine months to perfect? This is our wedding day, Luca. We only get one and it needs to be perfect,” you asserted.
“Y/N,” Luca chuckled softly; like Chris, she was used to your chronic overthinking and perfectionist ways. “You are about to marry the love of your life. Even if everything at your wedding goes wrong, you’re still going to leave it as Mrs. Y/N Evans. That is what’s important here, Chris- he is what’s important here. He loves you and he could not care less what happens as long as you say ‘I do’ at the alter. You could trip walking down the aisle and he will gladly pick you up and dust you off and marry you anyway because he loves you.”
“I know,” you managed a smile as your eyes welled with tears. “I’m just- I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”
“Tell me about it.” You heard Chris’ voice and flinched. You turned around and felt your lips part in awe at how handsome he looked in his black, custom-made suit from Versace. He watched you with a similar look, silently thanking the universe for you. “You look beautiful,” he breathed with a sickly sweet smile.
You looked down at yourself and smiled, then gasped when you realized your groom was seeing you before the wedding in your wedding dress and that was bad luck. “Oh my God, Chris. What are you doing?” You demanded and he chuckled softly. “You’re not meant to see me before the wedding, it’s bad luck.”
“I couldn’t resist.” He smiled at you then nodded at Luca who had decided to give the two of you some privacy by heading back inside. “Plus- Your mom told me that you were freaking out and I had to make sure you weren’t going to run out on me.”
You chuckled softly, fiddling with your engagement ring. “You are not the reason I’m freaking out.” You assured him with a smile. “In fact- you are the only thing I am sure about at this wedding. I don’t even know if French vanilla was the right choice for the cake anymore.”
“Oh, come on. French vanilla is the best choice for a wedding cake, we both tasted it and we both loved it.” He chuckled and walked across the garden to take your hands. “I think the dress you’re in can be another, you look like a Disney Princess.”
“You know it’s bad luck to see your bride before the wedding, right?”
“Meh,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s such a dumb superstition, like seeing how beautiful you look before everyone else will ruin what we have. Nothing,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. “Nothing will ever ruin what we have, Y/N.”
“I’m actually really glad to see you.” You admitted, chuckling nervously and wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled and slipped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You always know how to make me feel better.”
“I kind of have to, you’re going to be my wife soon.” He smiled and let out his own nervous chuckle; it was the good kind of nervous though, the excited kind that created butterflies in his stomach. “I gotta know how to take care of you, right?”
“You don’t happen to have a bag of Gummi Bears in your pocket, do you?”
“You know what.” He laughed and reached into his suit, you laughed as he pulled out a tiny packet of Gummi Bears. You felt your eyes well with tears of joy and excitement; you were about to marry the perfect man. “I figured you would need the distraction today, guess I was right.”
“You’re amazing, Christoper Evans.”
“I have to be to marry you.” He smiled and dipped his head to kiss you. “You’re going to be okay,” he assured you when he broke the kiss, much to your dismay; you could’ve just stayed with him in that garden forever. “And our wedding is going to be perfect, I promise.”
“I guess I’ll see you in there.” You told him and he nodded, pushing the bag of Gummi Bears into your hand. You chuckled softly and gave him another peck on his lips. “Thank you for this,” you held up the bag, smiling.
“Thank you for this,” he smiled and gestured to all of you; you blushed as your smile widened. “I’ll see you in there, Mrs. Evans.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek then hurried back in the direction he came.
• • • • • • • •
The music started and your father walked you down the aisle behind the wedding party. The entire time, your eyes were locked with Chris’. He smiled and patted his pocket, subtly informing you that he had another bag of Gummi Bears for you. You stifled a chuckle, your smile reaching your eyes; you were ready for this chapter of your life to begin.
“Take good care of her, Captain.” Your father told Chris as he gave you away; Chris nodded, his eyes never once leaving your face. “I love you, sweetheart.” Your father hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek before leaving you to Chris to join your mother on the sidelines.
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t trip?” You joked as the two of you joined the priest up at the alter. You heard Chris chuckle softly in response. “Are you sure about this?” You turned to him and he turned to meet your gaze. “'Cause we’re about to chain ourselves to each other for- the rest of our lives. You better be sure about this.”
“You say the stupidest things when you’re nervous,” he whispered softly into your head then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Can we skip all the extra stuff and get to the vows so I can just- marry this girl already?” He asked the priest and laughter erupted in the church. “I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he said and smiled at you.
“Let’s get to the vows then,” the priest nodded. “I believe the two of you wrote your own?” He asked, and both you and Chris nodded. “Shall we begin with you, Mr. Evans? Can we have the rings, please?” He gestured for Scott; Chris’ best man to come forth.
“Don’t screw up, bud.” Scott patted Chris on the back and passed the rings over. Chris rolled his eyes whereas you chuckled. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” He smiled at you then moved back to his original spot.
“Okay,” Chris took your left hand in his, ring positioned at the tip of your finger as he began to recite his vows. “I don’t want to go into the history of our relationship- even though every second I’ve had with you has been utterly amazing, but I have to talk about the beginning. Before I met you- I never understood the meaning of true love. I always thought that as long as you loved someone and things worked, you could spend the rest of your life with that person. I was-” he chuckled softly, “very wrong. Meeting you made me realize that there was a specific person for everyone and that you were mine.”
“Chris,” you smiled and felt the tears well in your eyes.
“You, Y/N, you-” He felt his own eyes water as he continued to recite the vows he had spent the last nine months working on. “You gave me a new perspective on love, you made me believe in the possibility of having a soul mate. I love you because you stand by me and love me through everything. My ups and downs, my insane work schedule, my stupidity.” He chuckled. “You take care of me when I’m sick, you pretend to share my diehard love for The Patriots even though we both know you hate sports.” Everyone laughed, including you and Chris. “You give me a sense of purpose in life, and that is to love you and be everything you’ll ever need; a husband, a father, a friend, Captain America- if need be. Now I won’t make promises I can’t keep, I won’t pretend like I’m as perfect as you paint me to be- but I will do my best to be the man you see me as.” He slipped the ring onto your finger. “I love you, Y/N.”
“And I thought I was the writer in the relationship,” you let out a breathless chuckle and Chris smiled. “Well, here goes.” You took his left hand in yours and positioned the ring at the tip of his finger. “Christopher Robert Evans, you are possibly the best person I will ever love in this lifetime or another, and I am so incredibly lucky to have met you. The only thing I could ask for now is that I’d met you earlier so I could spend more of my life with you but- that’s just being greedy,” you chuckled softly and he smiled. “You spoke of the beginning and I feel like I should too because you deserve to know that even before we met, you never once ceased to amaze me. With your kindness and your incredible talent and of course-” you giggled, “your dashing good looks. I loved you even before you knew my name and every day since you took me to Russo’s for our date, I have been living a fairytale that I don’t ever want to end.”
“You’re going to make me cry,” Chris chuckled softly, pulling his hand away from yours for a brief moment to brush away a tear gone rouge. You giggled and he smiled, placing his hand back in yours. “Okay, sorry. Continue,” he nodded.
“You make my busy life so much easier and my bad days so much better. You give me the sense of clarity and assurance I need when I get nervous and angsty about the tiniest things. You tell me things are going to be fine and then you do everything in your power to make sure it happens. You take care of me when I go out and party a little too hard-” The two of you laughed at that, remembering drunk you was what brought forth his proposal. “And make sure I always wake up to a hearty breakfast. You’re constantly challenging me, forcing me out of my comfort zone but never failing to make me feel safe. You keep our romance alive, you keep me so incredibly happy, and most of all- you love me even when I can’t love myself. You say you’re not as perfect as I paint you out to be but I disagree, you are every bit the man I see you as. Everything I am and everything good about me is you, Chris, and I am so ready to spend the rest of my life with you.” You slipped the ring onto his finger and smiled, “I love you.”
“I hereby pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest said; the grin on yours and Chris’ face grew as the two of you prepared for the next part. “You may now kiss your bride,” the priest told Chris but his lips were already on yours.
Applause and cheers erupted throughout the church but your focus was only on your husband, just as his was on you. Chris broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, smiling, with your face cupped in his hands. You smiled back, wrapping your hands tightly around his wrists.
You grabbed your iPad and your mug of coffee as you made your way to the living room. You plopped down on the couch and rested the tablet on your lap; you opened Tumblr and took a sip of your coffee. You had wanted to see how well your last ‘imagine’ piece did overnight, as well as check your inbox for more requests. It was amusing to Chris that you were still writing imagines considering you were already with the person you were writing about, but you weren’t doing it for yourself; you were doing it for those who needed something to smile about.
Of course you had talked to him about it before you continued because you didn’t want to make things uncomfortable or awkward for him. He agreed to let you do your thing if he could set some ground rules, to protect his privacy, yours, and the privacy of the two of you as a couple. As long as you kept your identity anonymous- the world didn’t need to know that the actress and girlfriend of Chris Evans, Y/N Y/L/N, was the face behind Y/URL.com- and the details of your relationship private, you could continue writing as many imagines as you wanted.
He didn’t mind, he actually enjoyed reading your work. It said it made him feel closer to you when either of you were away from the other filming, that and- it gave him an insight on what you wanted out of the relationship and what you expected when you were in-love. He’d actually stolen a few date night ideas from your blog, which you didn’t mind because who could complain when he was doing everything you wanted.
You heard footsteps coming down the stairs and saw Chris walk past the living room. He stopped and turned back when he spotted you out of the corner of his eye. He stood in the archway and stretched, yawning loudly as he ran his hand over his bed hair.
“Morning.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek when he plopped down next to you. He grabbed a throw cushion and hugged it to his chest, resting his chin on it. “There’s coffee in the kitchen that you clearly need,” you chuckled and turned your attention back onto your iPad.
You spotted the number notification on your mailbox informing you that you had messages waiting. You opened it as Chris rested his head on your shoulder so he could see what you were. There were a few requests and prompts waiting for you but there was a particular one that caught your eye. You scrolled down to it and read.
[First off, you are an incredibly talent writer; I am always in awe after reading your work. Secondly, I’ve got an idea to propose to my girlfriend but I’m still unsure about how well it’ll fare with her. Could you write it into a story so I can see it play out? You can even work your magic and make it better. Here’s the idea: Y/N spends her free time writing cute little loves stories which leads Chris to write his own collection of love stories but about things that actually happen in their relationship. He gives her the book and on the last page, is the ring with the passage “will you give me my happily ever after?” Yeah, that’s about it. Thanks.]
“Why does he need me to improve on this?” You chuckled in amazement. “This is freaking amazing.” You glanced at Chris and he nodded with an indifferent expression. “You should learn from this anon, maybe you’ll get a few ideas.” You teased him and he rolled his eyes, yawning. “I wish this person didn’t go anonymous though, I’d love to talk to him and see how it went.”
“You gotta write the story first, it seems like he’s not going to propose until he sees how it played out in your world.” He said and you nodded, opening the Pages app so you could get started. “I’ll leave you to work your magic.” He pecked your cheek and tossed the cushion aside, rising to leave the room.
“Okay, anon.” You smiled and let your fingers fly across the touch pad. “Let’s get you engaged.”
• • • • • • • •
Moments after you posted the story, you got another anonymous message. From the content, you could tell that it was the same person. [Thank you so much, this is perfect. Here’s hoping she’ll respond like your character.] You smiled as you read the short but incredibly heartfelt thank you. You wish you could just hug this sweet person and be there when the proposal happened because it sounded so romantic.
“Y/N?” Chris poked his head into the room; you looked up from your iPad. “Hey,” he smiled and you smiled back. “Can you come with me? There’s something upstairs I need help with,” he walked into the room and held out his hand for you to take.
“Okay,” you allowed him to pull you to your feet. “Why are you all dressed up?” You asked when you realized he was no longer in his pajamas but in a black suit. “Are we going out? Should I be changing into something too?”
“No,” he chuckled, leading you up the stairs. “I was just trying on the suits Versace sent over and- I kind of spilt some coffee on one of them. I have to wear it to an event next week so I rushed down to see if you can help me before it stained.”
“Chris,” you scolded with furrowed brows. “I thought we talked about this, no food or drinks upstairs because we are incredibly careless people. What are we going to do if I can’t get the stain out? Your publicist is going to kill you.” He pressed his lips together. “Where is this suit?” You pulled your hand out of his when the two of you got to the top of the stairs, walking ahead of him and towards the bedroom. “I swear to-” You cut yourself off when you got to the door.
There were candles everywhere and the bedroom floor was covered in rose petals. You turned to Chris and he smiled, taking your hand and leading you further into the room. He stopped in front of the bed and released your hand, leaning forward to pick up the leather bound notebook. Your gaze fell on the notebook and you swallowed, feeling your stomach flutter when you realized he was doing everything you’d written.
“It’s about time someone wrote something for you to read.”
“Chris,” you couldn’t contain your smile as you took the notebook from him. “This is amazing…” You chuckled breathlessly as you flipped through the pages filled with his handwriting; stories upon stories of your relationships biggest milestones and adorable moments. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes well with tears as you met his gaze. “You sent that prompt in, didn’t you?”
“Flip to the last page,” he beckoned his head at the notebook.
“Yes,” you nodded before you did; the diamond ring tied to the ribbon bookmark slid down the page and dangled in the air. “Yes yes yes,” you blurted out when you saw how beautiful the ring was and how handsome your soon-to-be fiancé looked.
“At least let me utter the words,” he teased as he untied the ring. “Okay, hand please?” You chuckled and gave him your left hand. “Will you do me the honor of marrying me, Y/N? And provide me with the happiest ever after?”
“Like you need to hear me say yes again, you already read the ending.” He chuckled and slipped the ring onto your finger. You held your hand in front of your face and admired your sparking diamond ring. “I think you just outdid all my fan fics.”
“Here I was thinking I’d never live up to your version of Chris Evans,” he pulled you into him and caressed your face. “I love you, Y/N.” He dipped his head and kissed you tenderly. “And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.
“And the lived happily ever after,” you giggled softly.