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“Unexpected Gifts″ Pt. 2

Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based off Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death/suicide/cursing 

Part 1

Morning came and Chris’s phone was chiming every five seconds. He woke up, slightly confused by his surroundings. Chris shook his head and looked down at the weight he felt on his chest. You were asleep on top of him. Your head resting in the center of his chest. He tried to stay still so he didn’t wake you, but he failed. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him. Chris could see how puffy and red your eyes were.

“Morning.” He said softly. 

You smiled softly. “Morning.” Chris’s phone chimed again and he reached out to grab it. His phone was full of text notifications from Scarlett, his brother, and a few others. 

“What time is it?” You sat up and looked at him. 

“10:15.” Chris told you. You nodded and walked to the kitchen. You started brewing a pot of coffee then began searching for something to cure your hunger. 

“Would you like some coffee?” You offered. 

“Coffee sounds amazing.” Chris answered all his messages then joined you in the kitchen. “How are you this morning?”

“Umm, I honestly don’t know. I don’t know how to feel. I think maybe once I’m home and able to get closure I will be able to process my feelings clearly.” You told him as you handed him a mug filled with coffee. “I still feel like I’m in a haze. Like this is some sick episode of one of those prank shows.”

Chris wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to laugh, so he didn’t. He fixed his coffee to his liking then watched you as you moved about in the kitchen. He hated himself for picturing his future like this. You making breakfast as his just stands idly watching. 

“Chris, I want to say thank you. You didn’t have to drive me home or stay the night with me, but you did. It shows how much you care even though we have been friends for a short amount of time. So, thank you.” You walked over and kissed his cheek. His skin was set on fire by your kiss and he hated how much he was falling for you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. 

You cooked bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast. Chris sat beside you at the bar as you both ate, silently. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it was peaceful and content like you had done it a million times. 

He watched you from the door as you packed your suitcase. “Is there anyone at work that needs to know what is going on?” Chris asked. He didn’t want your job on the line over something out of your control. 

“I forgot! I have to call Erin.” You said reaching for your phone. Erin was the other stunt coordinator for the movie. You told him about the emergency, not in full detail, but it was enough for him to get the picture. 

You finished packing and checked the time, a quarter after one. You sighed and looked at Chris. “I guess I should get dressed and ready to leave.” 

He nodded. “You’re right. I’ll leave you to it.” Chris turned and headed for the door. You followed. 

“How are you going to get home?” You asked. 

“I got an Uber, so I’m going to wait outside.”

“Chris, you don’t have to wait outside. You’ll get noticed in a heart beat, just stay up here until it gets here.” You said. 

Chris’s heart skipped. He could tell you cared for him. You did, no doubt about it. He was kind to you from the moment you met. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive. 

You got dressed and finished packing the last of your necessities. “Y/N!” Chris called out. “My uber is here.” 

You joined him in the living room. “Thank you, again Chris.” You said to him as you wrapped your arms around him. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Anytime, doll.” He pulled away with a small smile. You kissed his cheek one more time then walked with him to the door. “Let me know when you’re back in town.” Chris said. 

“How will I do that? I don’t have your number.” You stated.

He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. You entered your number then returned it. “Now I have yours. If you don’t mind, I plan on checking in on you.” Chris said. “Oh, that sounded stalkerish.” He couldn’t help but laugh and neither could you. “There’s that beautiful smile.” You blushed. 

“I don’t mind, please check in on me.” You said with a grin. He nodded before making his way down to the parking lot.

It finally was time to head to the airport. You rolled your suitcase to the door and grabbed your backpack. Everything was ready for you to head to the airport. You turned off all the lights and locked your door. After loading your car, you drove straight to LAX.

You got inside the airport, through security and finally sat down in front of your gate. Your boarding pass was laying in your lap and you looked down at it. You started reading it and noticed it was a first class ticket. Then you started to think. Chris booked your flight, and you didn’t give him your credit card information. You reached the conclusion that he had paid for your flight. You felt terrible about it.

“Why would he do that?” You thought. You sighed and leaned your head back. Against the hard airport seat. And you couldn’t text him to complain because you don’t have his number.

Boarding for your flight began. You stood as your section was called. As you scanned your boarding pass, your phone chimed signaling a text. You decided to wait until you were situated on the plane before answering.

Once in your seat, you pulled your phone from your pocket. There was no name, just a number. Your knew it had to be Chris. You felt your heart rate pick up just slightly.

Message:

Unknown- “Hey Y/N! It’s Chris. I just wanted to check in, make sure you made it to the airport.”

You smiled after reading the message. You put his name in your contacts before responding.

You- “Hey. I made it to the airport and I’ve boarded my flight. I’m also mad at you at the moment. You booked me in first class and paid for my flight!”

Chris- “I’m glad you made it safely. Well you can be mad at me all you want. And don’t even think about trying to pay me back.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. He had proven to be slightly difficult. You debated on how to respond. While you were debating the announcement to begin powering down devices sounded. You quickly typed your response.

You- “I’m going to repay you! We are getting ready to take off. I’ll let you know when I land.”

After sending the message you turned off your phone and put it away. You relaxed into your seat and just prepared for the flight ahead.

The flight home was just under five hours and you slept most of the way. You woke up just a few minutes before landing. As you landed, the feelings of the entire situation started to weigh on you.

You sighed as the plane touched down and began to taxi to the gate. After exiting the plane, you checked your phone. It was close to one in the morning. You texted your parents to let them know you had landed. You ordered an Uber as you walked to baggage claim.

You grabbed your suitcase and waited. While you waited, you debated on texting Chris. In your head it was late, it was 1 a.m. to you. Then you remembered it was only 10 p.m. in L.A.

You clicked his messages and began to type.

You- “Hey just letting you know, I made it to Atlanta. I’m waiting on my Uber now.”

You sent the text and closed your phone. Within a few minutes you received a response.

Chris- “Good! Glad you made it safely.”

Before you could respond, your Uber arrived. The driver helped you load your bags and you left the airport. It was a 45 minute drive to your parent’s house, so you pulled your phone out to text Chris.

As you started typing, Chris sent another message.

Chris- “What time is it there?”

You- “It’s 1 a.m. here. I feel like a zombie.”

Chris- “Damn, I bet you do.”

You- “I slept most of the flight but I think that added to my zombieness😂 but I’m still going to pass out as soon as I get in the bed.”

After sending the text, your eyes started feel heavy. You ended up falling asleep on the ride to your parent’s house.

Forty-five minutes later you pulled up in front of your parents house. You grabbed your luggage and walked to the front door. Using the key under the mat, you opened the door.

You walked in expecting everyone to be asleep, but your mom was sitting in the living room. You gasped seeing her in dimly lit room.

“Mom! You scared me!” You said quietly.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. I was waiting up on you.” She said standing up to greet you at the door.

“Why? You didn’t have to do that.” You said hugging her tightly.

“I know, but I wanted too.” She squeezed you and kissed your cheek. “I know you’re tired, so I’ll let you head up to bed. We can talk in the morning.” She said before letting you go.

“Good night mama, I love you.” You told her before heading up stairs to your old bedroom.

“I love you too.” She said.

You went upstairs and sighed. You put your suitcase in the corner and flopped on the bed. Sliding your phone from your pocket, you see a message from Chris that was sent almost thirty minutes before.

Chris- “Well, I hope you sleep well when you finally make it to a bed.”

You- “Thank you! I just made it to my parent’s. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good night!”

Chris responded almost instantly.

Chris- “Good night!”

You put your phone on the charger and put your pajamas on. You crawled into the bed and passed out within a few minutes.

The next morning, you woke up around ten and went straight for the bathroom. You took a shower and washed away all the airport grime.

Once you were dressed, you made your way downstairs into the kitchen. Your mom was sitting at the kitchen table holding your two month old niece, Olivia. Your dad was standing at the stove making breakfast.

Seeing your niece instantly made you tear up. You sat down beside your mom as the tears slid down your cheeks. She reached over and held your hand. “We are going to make it through all this.”

You nodded. Your mother was a strong women and you knew that. She had always told you, “In hard times you have two options, to either hide under the covers and whither away or hold your head up and become a stronger person.”

Your niece began fussing and you reached to take her from your mom. You gently held her in your arms as she stopped fussing. “Y/N, we have some things that we need to talk about.” Your mother said.

“Like what?” You raised your eyebrow as your dad placed a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Well, the papers left by your sister state in case of emergencies or death guardianship of Olivia will be given to you.”

You looked at your mother, speechless. “What?” 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 1

Special thanks to @itsmycorneroftheinternet​ for helping me with the title!

Story Summary:  After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based of Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide but no in depth details.

The first week of training with the cast was awesome. Everyone was open to your opinion on the different scenes. The cast themselves was something else. They welcomed you with open arms. You had worked with Chris Evans before on set of "Captain America: The First Avenger." It was nice to have a familiar face on set on the first day. The first week went by in a flash. Time flies when your having fun, isn't that the saying?

The week ended, and Chris invited you to join him and the rest of the cast for drinks. You debated on your answer until he flashed his signature smile, and you agreed. You were all sitting in a big corner booth, away from the front of the bar, laughing and joking. You sat between Chris and Scarlett. Chris was telling a story when your phone started ringing. You glanced down and noticed it was your mom. She never called that late, so you knew something was up. You excused yourself and slipped outside the bar to answer the phone.

While you were outside, the rest of the cast instantly gave Chris a look. "So, she is the girl from a couple a years ago?" Robert asked him. Chris raised his eyebrow and looked at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said while a blush crept onto his cheeks.

The table erupted in laughter. "Well, even if it's not, the way you look at her obviously says you feel something." Scarlett smiled. 

"I won't lie to you, she's cute, and she's kind-hearted, but she is also confident and bold and is not afraid to voice her opinion." Everyone at the table smiled at Chris's words. 

You ended the call with your mother. The call was one, no one ever wants to receive in their life. Your sister had taken her life just two months after having a baby. Tears were streaming down your face as you walked to the table to retrieve your purse. 

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Chris was the first to ask and the first to notice the tears. You wiped at your cheeks and sniffed. "Nothing, I just have to go." You said feeling bad for dampening the mood of the table.

 Scarlett gave Chris a look. "Y/N, you can't drive home like this. At least let one of us drive you home." You didn't want to speak, knowing your voice would crack, so you nodded. Chris handed you your bag and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he walked you out of the bar. 

The two of you walked to your car. You passed him your keys before sliding into the passenger side of your vehicle. Your tears had stopped. Chris walked around to the driver's side and started the car.

"Y/N, I understand if you don't want to talk, but I want you to know that you can talk to me or Scarlett or any of us. We are a family." He placed his hand on your knee. How were you so lucky to have ended up in this friend group? You were just a stunt coordinator, not a big time actor. 

You looked at him, and your walls collapsed. The tears started flowing, and a sob escaped. "My- my- my sister, she- she's dead." You gasped as the tears spilled over. Chris hugged you as best as he could, being separated by the console.

He didn't ask any more questions. He let you tell him what you wanted him to know. Your head was spinning, but it was calming to have Chris there holding you.

Once you felt you had calmed down, you pulled away. Chris took that as his cue to start driving. "Umm, exactly where is home for you?" Chris asked.

You took a breath and gave him your address. He nodded and started in the direction of your apartment complex. By the time he reached the parking lot, you had stopped crying. Your body was beginning to settle into the shock of the whole situation. Chris helped you out of the car and up to your apartment. He opened your door after figuring out the right key. 

You started to feel like you were in a haze like it was all a dream. You were very close with your sister. You were two peas in a pod, you thought she told you everything. 

Chris's voice drew you out of your head. "Scarlett is going to pick me up, but she said it may be an hour or so. They got caught by a crowd of fans." Chris said as he closed the door. You nodded and turned to go down the hall to your room. "So, if it's ok with you, I'm just going to hang out on the couch." 

"I need to book a flight home." You mumbled out.

"What?" Chris walked towards you. 

"I need to book a flight home." You repeated. Chris nodded and walked to your laptop on the kitchen counter. It was still open, so he took it upon himself to book you a flight. "Atlanta." You said as he began typing. 

"The earliest flight to Atlanta is tomorrow at 5 p.m." Chris looked at you as you continued to stand in the hallway. "That's fine." You confirmed. Chris booked your flight, and without hesitation, he paid for the flight. He made his way over to you. 

"You should go shower and try to clear your head," Chris said as he looked down at you. You could tell he was trying to help and comfort you, but without ever being faced with this problem, he was unsure of how to help. "I'll be on the couch if you need me." He gave you a soft smile.

It was a strange feeling you had. Even though you were barely friends, having Chris around was calming, and you could tell he was doing everything in his power to help even in uncharted waters.

You made your way into the bathroom and turned the water on, as hot as you could stand. You stripped and stepped under the steaming water. You stood under the water as it streamed down your body. Finally, after several minutes, you began to shower, washing your hair, then your body and your face. 

You turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel as you did. After wrapping up in the towel and staring at yourself in the mirror, you exited the bathroom and went to get dressed in your bedroom. Chris heard the open and closing of the doors. 

Once you were dry and clothed, you went to the living room where Chris was still situated on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked over his shoulder at you and gave you a sympathetic smile. You joined him on the couch, sitting next to him. Chris wrapped his arm over your shoulder and held you to him. "I'm so sorry about your sister. I know me saying that doesn't fix anything, but I'm here if you want me to be."

You looked up at Chris, your eyes bloodshot and starting to swell. You could also feel a throb building in your head from all the crying you had done in the last hour. 

“We have known each other for four years, we just became real friends this week and you are somehow giving me a sense of peace and comfort I really need right now.” You laid your head on his shoulder as he held you tightly. 

“I’ll stay as long as you need me.” Chris whispered. 

“Thank you.” You said lowly. The tears slowly started flowing again. “I’m sorry.” Your tears ran onto Chris’s shirt.

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry about.” He said to you. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now.”

Before you could respond, Chris received a text. “Scarlett is outside.” He said. You pulled yourself away from Chris and wiped your tears.

“Oh, yeah it’s late and you’re probably ready to escape from the emotional wreck that is me.” You said.

“Are you sure you’re ok? I could-“ He stopped himself. He was going to say he could stay but he realized that would be a little forward.

You took a breath. “No, I’m not ok.” You looked at him as he stood. Chris felt kind of stupid after he asked that, but he didn’t know what else to ask. “But I know I don’t want to be alone. You were going to say you could stay, right?” You flashed him the slightest smirk, and he couldn’t help but smile. Chris knew this was the wrong situation to be making a move, but he hoped it was obvious. 

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Taglist?

I deleted the last tag list post. Because, well I’m not sure. But IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED in the Chris Evans story like this post! Or you can shoot me a message.

If you want to know what the story is about look for the post on my page. It gives a summary. I’m also searching for a title! So if you can help me in that department, I’m begging you, please!

I REALLY need some help with a title! I’m begging!🥺🥺 I want to post the first part but I have no title!

Chris Evans Fic?

I watched Gifted then I had this dream. I started writing it, and it became way longer than I expected. It’s going to have to become a multi-part fic and this will be the first ever one for me. So, if y’all would be interested, drop some title ideas in the comments.

Here is the summary/snippet of it.

After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. 

Chris Evans Fic?

I watched Gifted then I had this dream. I started writing it, and it became way longer than I expected. It’s going to have to become a multi-part fic and this will be the first ever one for me. So, if y’all would be interested, drop some title ideas in the comments.

Here is the summary/snippet of it.

After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. 

“Treated Right”

Summary: Chris shows the reader how she should truly be treated.

Warnings: None.

A/N: I write in first person, it’s just easier to me. I’m also fully aware that Joe Johnson, the real director, is not a true jerk. It was again just easier. Also, the reader is from the Texas. I’m from the south and I thought it added something🤷🏼‍♀️

Somehow, at the age of twenty-two, I was hired as one of three director’s assistants for “Captain American: The First Avenger.” Each of us had different jobs, but mine I felt mine was definitely the best. I was the line of communication from the director and producers to the actors, mainly Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, and Hayley Atwell. But like all jobs there was a small down side, mine being the jerk of the century in my boss, Joe Johnston. The upside to this job heavily out weighed the down though, I met my best friend and boyfriend, Chris Evans.

I was first hired after the casting and such. My first day meeting the three stars, I would closely work with, was in a meeting. Chris, Sebastian, and Hayley were all brought to New York to go over a few changes in script.

They all came in and sat down in the conference room. Chris looked around. “Is there any coffee any where?” He asked.

Joe immediately said, “The girl-“ he looked at me, “is on her way to get some. Just tell her what you’d like.” I wanted to roll my eyes and scoff, but I kept it to myself. “The girl? Really? I have a name.” I thought to myself. I just smiled at the three stars and nodded. Chris wanted a medium coffee with two sugars and whole milk. Sebastian wanted a large black coffee. I almost gagged. “Who can drink that?” I thought. Hayley asked for a water. Joe wanted his usual. I wrote everything down and headed down to the small coffee cart in the lobby.

Marisa was the young girl who worked the coffee cart and she was kind of my only friend some days. I handed her the paper with the order on it. We made small talk while she fixed the drinks.

“Y/N, I’m out of whole milk.” She said as she fixed Chris’ coffee. “Really?” I whined a little. “What do you have?”

“2% milk, half and half, almond milk, and vanilla creamer.” She listed them off. “I don’t want to just put something in Chris Evans’ coffee. What if he notices?” I panicked a little not wanting to get further on the bad side of my boss.

“Well I can put those four in small cups and he can pick, them it’s not your fault.” Marisa thought of the idea. “That could work!” I perked up. She fixed four small cups with each and labeled them.

I returned to the conference room with what looked to be eight drinks. Before having a millisecond to explain, Joe jumped on me. “Eight drinks! Are you incompetent?” He shook his head. Chris and Sebastian both looked at each other as if they wanted to say something.

I passed out the drinks, Chris’ last. “Mr. Evans, the coffee cart was out of whole milk.” I stated as I placed his coffee down. “These four cups have different options, 2% milk, half and half, almond milk, and vanilla creamer. I wasn’t sure which you would like.” I said smiling.

“Thank you, very thoughtful.” Chris smiled at me. “I’ll take the half and half, and please just call me Chris.” He said. I nodded and handed it to him. Chris fixed his coffee then I cleaned up the trash.

As I was throwing away the extra cups, Joe looked at me. “You can go sit in the hall now.” I turned and looked at him. I nodded and grabbed my small bag and exited. Chris and Sebastian exchanged yet another look. I closed the door and sat on a bench in the hall for the next two hours.

Two hours later, Hayley exited the room followed by Sebastian then Chris and Joe. He glared at me. “You’re done for the day.” He said coldly. I nodded and began to put my laptop away. Joe said his goodbyes to the three stars and walked back into the conference room. Hailey and Sebastian did the same and went for the elevator. Chris leaned against the wall and watched me pack my things. I looked up at him and smiled.

“You know, you don’t have to take that from him.” He stated. I laughed and stood up. “But I do. He’s my boss and if I said anything back, I would end up fired.”

“You could at least remind him that you have a name.” Chris said. “You do have a name right?” He raised his eyebrow.

I laughed and blushed slightly. I couldn’t help that he was attractive and quite the flirt. “Yes, I do have a name.”

“And your name would be?” He stood up from leaning on the wall.

“Y/N” I said with a smile.

“Hmm, well see I think that sounds much better than ‘girl’.” Chris said. “How about you join me for lunch, Y/N?” He asked.

I raised my eyebrow. “You want ME to join you for lunch?” I was shocked.

“Yes, I would like to show you how a woman should be treated.” Chris stated. I blushed five shades of red.

“Ok.” I giggled and put my bag on my shoulder. He smiled and began walking with me to the elevator. “I know a great little cafe.” Chris said.

We left the Marvel offices and began walking. Talking to Chris was easy and it just flowed. We made it to the small cafe and were able to get a table outside. It was beautiful day. We sat down and our conversation just continued to flow.

“So what did you do to end up at the end of Joe’s anger?” Chris asked. I just shrugged. “You’re guess is as good as mine.” I said taking a bite of my sandwich.

“How’d you even know about this place? I’ve lived here for four years and didn’t even know it existed.” I asked changing the subject.

“My sisters are travel gurus and they know all these little places that aren’t super crowded in just about every city.” Chris explained. I laughed softly and nodded.

“Hey, I see that coming in handy.” I smiled at him. I couldn’t help but stare just slightly at him. The way his eyes shine and the way he smiles.

The waitress came with the check and I fully intended on paying for my half of the meal. It wasn’t a date, or at least I didn’t think it was. I reached into my bag to grab my wallet.

Chris raised his eyebrow at me as he accepted the check. “What are you doing?” He asked as he placed his card in the book.

“I’m going to pay for my half of the meal.” I stated mater-of-factly. Chris laughed and handed the waitress the check. He gave her a look and she escaped to run his card.

“Chris, I’m a big girl. I can pay for my food.” I said.

“I know you can, doll.” Chris said with a smile. My cheeks flushed red at the sound of the pet name. “But I wanted to treat you like a real woman should be treated.” He reached across the table and laid his hand over mine. “I understand working for someone who’s not easy to deal with, it happens a lot in this business. That being the case doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated in such a crude and harsh way.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his kind words. Before I could give my response, the waitress returned with his card. He put his card away and pocketed his wallet. We stood and I figured we would part ways from the small cafe.

“So as I continue to treat you like a real woman, which way is your apartment? I’m now going to walk you home.” Chris stated. I could not help but laugh softly at how confident his statement sounded.

“It’s this way.” I said smiling as we walked out of the restaurant and headed down the street.

“So, you’re from Massachusetts, right?” I asked Chris as we walked.

“Yeah, Boston to be exact.” He smiled proudly. “And you are from?” Chris raised his eyebrow and gave me side glance.

“Well, I’m not from around here.” I laughed.

“Oh, I can tell.” He said. “That accent is definitely not one of a Yankee native.” I couldn’t help but laugh, I thought I was doing a pretty good job at covering my accent.

“Alright, alright, you got me!” I smiled “I’m from Texas.”

“Texas?” He said looking at me as we stopped at a cross walk. “Well I will give it to you, I definitely would not have guessed Texas.”

“Well then, where would you have guessed then?” I asked, quirking my eyebrow up and finally letting my accent become more natural.

“I don’t know, maybe somewhere south but definitely not that south.” Chris laughed. I blushed and smiled.

“Yeah, well I’m just a southern belle.” I said exaggerating my southern accent. Chris laughed as we continued our walk to my apartment.

After a few more blocks, we made it to the lobby of my apartment building. “Thank you, Chris!” I smiled up at him. “You definitely showed me how a woman should be treated.”

“That’s good, but I’ve got one more thing to show you.” He said with a smirk.

I raised my eyebrow at him as he stepped closer. He slowly reached his hand up and rested it against my cheek as he leaned in. I knew it was coming. I raised up on my toes just slightly and met his lips. I rested my hand against his chest. As cliché as it sounds, our kiss was electric.

I pulled away as my cheeks turned red. I looked up at him with a soft smile. “I’m not complaining, but why?”

He laughed and smiled down at me. “Because you, Y/N, are absolutely stunning, you’re obviously very smart and talented. You also deserve to be treated with respect and like the woman you are.”

I think I almost melted as I listened to him. “So if it’s ok with you, I want to take you out on a date.” Chris said. “Not like what we just did because I get the feeling you didn’t think that was a date.” He laughed softly. “Like a ‘pick you up at 8, wear something nice’ type date.”

My cheeks were still red as I nodded. “I’d really like that.” I smiled up at him. Chris took my phone from my hand and put his number in my contacts.

“I’m in New York until Wednesday morning. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at 8.” Chris smirked and handed me my phone. “And wear something nice.” He winked and started walking away.

I think I’m dead😱😱 I don’t know how old this is but this is the first time I’ve ever seen it.

Title: Distraction {One-Shot}*

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Silliness, Cursing, Mild NSFW

Words: 1.9k

Note: So, this came in and I thought this is cute. It got me thinking how this would go down for both Chris and Jason. So, this is for Chris and I’m thinking of doing one for Jason as well. Anyway, I hope I did this right and I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you, as always for reading!!!❤️❤️

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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You were very active on social media. As a model social media really gave you the free exposure that kept your name on everyone’s lips. These days, a girl had to use every tool at her disposal, and social media was a massive tool. Your management team thought it didn’t hurt you, so they allowed it. Of course, there are some things you kept off of social media completely, and sometimes you teased at.

At the beginning of yours and Chris’s relationship, both of you thought it was a good idea to keep things quiet. You didn’t want the hoopla about being his “new fling,” and he didn’t want you exposed to that kind of negativity. He knew his fanbase was insane. For the first year and a half of your relationship, it was kept so quiet that no one but your families knew what was going on. By the time the public got wind of things, you and Chris had been together for two blissful years.

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How come I’m just now finding this pic? He’s sooooo cute with a baby!😍😍😍

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I’m crying😭😭 This is so good.

Watching You || Finn Balor

Summary: “Like you, your mum was pretty stubborn”

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I haven’t written for WWE in a long time, so here you go. I haven’t read through, because that’s just how I am as a person, but I still hope that it’s ok.

“Daddy, tell me about how you met mom?” Our little girl asked Finn, batting her eyelashes at him and I know that he could never resist her charms and I don’t blame him one bit. I said “little girl” but she’s already 7 and feisty, not to mention cocky. All the good things if you want to be tough in this world.

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I don’t know who the hell this anon is but they need to quit! Like are you fucking serious? You can post whatever you want if you don’t like then go on somewhere.

i was tryin to be nice to u but u decided to be a child about it and now just spam not only me but every other follower u have with pics of some wannabe that will never be honestly i feel sorry for u that ur "fave" is a nothin but a f*ck boy and ill bet money hes not even in wwe a year from now. so enjoy ur little boi. imma hit that unfollow button and go enjoy a real man like finn or seth or roman. u no guys that can actually wrestle and get a contract.

There is so much happening here I don’t even know where to begin. Let’s start with the spam. Yes, I just posted 465356 posts of Tyler. I’m not sorry about it because it’s my blog and he’s my fave. Isn’t that kind of the point of Tumblr? To have blogs where you talk about your faves and share pics, etc. And as I said before if you don’t like what I post just click the unfollow button!

Also what exactly makes him a “f*ck boy”? The gym selfies he posts? Where he is proud of himself for all the work he’s put in. If you look at him a year and a half ago when he won the UK Tournament and look at him now it’s a night and day difference. He’s put in a lot of work to get the body he has and to become the wrestler he is and he has every right to post about it and be proud of himself.

Also, he must be pretty okay at the wrestling thing for William Regal and Triple H to pick him to be the FIRST UNITED KINGDOM CHAMPION AT 19. He’s 21 and look at what he’s accomplished. The only direction from here is up and I think he’s only going to get bigger and better from here out. Also you must have missed his match with Pete Dunne. You know the one that won MATCH OF THE YEAR last year.  Newsflash he can wrestle.

Honestly, I could go on but anything I say to you is going to go in one ear and out the other so I’m going to stop here. But let me give you a little piece of advice. I love Tyler. I’m going to post him on my blog. And you damn sure better bet that if you come onto my blog and come at me trying to attack Tyler I’m going to square up.

Ship me please! Straight, average height, very confident and really southern.

I ship you with Dash! He would love your confidence and admire it. He would treat you with nothing but respect and treat you like royalty. He would take you out on dates, I think it would nice and relaxing ones at that. Hiking to just kicking back and reading together. He would just enjoy being with you no matter.

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Awe thank you! This is the best thing to happen to me all week!💜💜💜

I want to do that to so many people.

the three stages of roman reigns fangirling. (insp.)

Corey wasn’t kidding. He was lip syncing Cardi B with Nia. 🙈

This is the best thing! I love Braun❤️

OMG!

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Maybe the Beach isn’t So Bad- Pete Dunne One Shot

This something that has been in my drafts forever. I finally finished it and now I’m posting it.

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It had been so long since You had been, let alone thought about going to the beach. Spending a few hours on the warm sand, listening to the waves crash against the shore. The beach is your happy place, if you could live there you would, but your boyfriend of three years, Pete Dunne, always said it’s not his thing. 

On one of your rare free days, you beg Pete to go with you to the beach. It takes a little convincing but you finally get him to agree. You put on a simple, black push-up bikini. The bottoms just barely cover your ass and the top creates amazing cleavage. You throw on a tank top and shorts before heading back to where Pete is waiting.

You walk into the living room to see Pete in a pair of bright blue swim trunks. 

“Awe! Don’t you look cute in your bright blue shorts!” You say jokingly. He snarls at you and starts to mumble incoherently under his breath. You grab the beach bag and put your wallet, phone, towels, beach blanket and sunscreen inside. You throw the bag up on my shoulder. 

“Okay, grumpy lets go!” You say with a laugh as you head towards the door. Pete stands up from the couch with a grumble but follows you to the car. You place the bag in the back seat then get in the driver’s seat. Pete takes his sweet time getting into the car. 

You roll your eyes at him, “Hurry your ass up Peter!” You say getting a little annoyed.

“I don’t want ta go!” He grumbles as he slides into the passenger seat. 

“Well suck it up buttercup! You’re going and you’re going to have fun!” 

After a twenty minute ride, you pull up to the beach parking. You quickly put the the car in park and get out.

You grab the beach bag and head towards the white, hot sand. You look back and see Pete, several steps behind you. You stop and wait for him to catch up. He catches up and has a snarl plastered across his face. 

You take Pete’s hand and lead him across the beach. You find an empty spot in the sand and lay the blanket down. You sit down on the blanket and look up at Pete. You pat the spot next to you “Sit down! It’s not going to kill you.” 

“Don’t want ta take any chances.” He states crossing his arms

“Come on you stick in the mud!” You say grabbing the sunscreen from the bag. 

He lets out a growl and sits down on the blanket next to me.

“See, the beach is fun place.” You say pulling your tank top and shorts off, revealing your black bikini. Pete’s eyes almost popped out of his head. 

His tongue darts across his bottom lip, “Maybe ya right. The beach isn’t so bad.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Well you better restrain yourself. We just got here and I don’t plan on leaving until the sun sets.”

You lay down on the towel next to Pete and hear him growl. “Pete if you will try and have a good time, I promise you will get a reward.”

He leans down next to your ear and whispers “What kind?”

“Whatever kind you want, as long as I enjoy my day on the beach.”

“Mhm, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.” He whispers before biting at your ear.

“Pete stop!” You say flinching.

“Come on love, you know you like it.” He says and you can almost hear the smirk on his face.

“Maybe but that is at other times, not while I’m trying to relax.” You grab your tank top and cover my face.

He huffs and and leans back in his elbows. You move the shirt from your face and see him sitting there.

“See you need the sun, you’re very pasty from being in England all the time.”

He mumbles something then sticks his tongue out at you.

“Pete will you at least try to relax? You’re always so busy I figured this would time for us to take a break from our everyday lives.” You sit up. “But if you’re really not enjoying this we can just go back home.” You say starting to put your tank top on.

“No, no, no! I’ll try ta relax. I know you’ve been wantin’ ta relax on the beach. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass.” He apologizes and tanks your shirt from your arms.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure?” You ask.

“I’m sure love.” He nods.

“Ok” you grab you tank top cover your face again as you lay down.

Pete sits up watching you lay there. After a while he slowly relaxes and lays down. Soon you flip over and he still glances at you every few seconds.

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After your day on the beach you and Pete grab dinner then head back home. You make it home and enjoy your dinner. As soon as you both finish eating, Pete is already on you about his reward.

“Pete, I promised you would get one!”

“But I want it now!” He says pouting like a child.

I was going to post it last night but I literally fell asleep trying to read over it. I’m going to get it posted sometime today, promise!

I have a Pete Dunne one shot in my drafts. Would anyone be interested in me posting it?

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Finn is so cute with children 😭

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