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I'm Just An Assistant

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Summary: After being Chris’s Personal Assistant for almost a decade, the notable tension and playful banter leaves both of you wondering if there’s more to your relationship than meets the eye.

A/N: This series will contain smut, 18+ only!!!

🔥= smut

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen with Chris or his family in real life. 

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Part 1 - Glorified Babysitter (8.6k)

Part 2 - Hangovers and Hash Browns (5.8k)

Part 3 - The Florence Pugh Face (1/9/2023)

Part 4 - Birthday Enchiladas (1/16/2023)

Part 5 - Snowed In (1/23/2023)

(there will be more, this is just what I have written/titled right now)

Can you write #29 with Tom 🥺

❀ home to you ❀

prompts: (29) “honey, i’m home!”

↳ established relationship, my #1 fantasy in writing, tessa steals the show as usual

word count: 829

note: girl i haven’t written anything in over a month and i’m stressed abt this, lmk what you think 🥺

flufftober drabbles (requests are closed!)

From the first day you and Tom spent in this new home, you’d commented on the annoyingly squeaky front door. It shrieks like a cat under attack at the slightest movement and is the subject of many banters between you two. Not unlike a married couple from a 90s sitcom, both of you refused to be the one to fix it, with Tom contending you should do it as you work from home while he travels, and you arguing he’d promised to do it himself first as he’s already got a background in carpentry. Thankfully, the hectic nature of your lives in the past few months have put this tiff on the backburner.

Now, though, a tiny part of you find yourself glad the door still squeals whenever it’s moved. There’s something about the flash of excitement you get when you hear it, the little frog in your chest that jumps at the realisation that Tom’s home. From your laid down position on the couch, a comforting romance book balanced over your head, your ears pick up on it immediately.

Except tonight, it’s a murmur. Hell, if your ears weren’t practically pointed up like an excited dog’s you probably wouldn’t have heard it. The three words come out faint and tired, drooping from the weight on Tom’s shoulders.

Except tonight, it’s a murmur. Hell, if your ears weren’t practically pointed up like an excited dog’s you probably wouldn’t have heard it. The three words come out faint and tired, drooping from the weight on Tom’s shoulders.

Concerned, you slip a library receipt between the pages of your book and get up, making sure you don’t wake Tessa who’s still sleeping by your feet. With a blanket still wrapped around your figure like a makeshift poncho, you quickly shuffle towards the front door. Tom has just crossed the entrance hallway into the living room, where he nearly bumps into your cocooned figure.

“Hey, darl—”

“What’s wrong?” You cut him off, eyes wide like those of a Disney character.

Perplexed, Tom freezes for a moment before his wonky eyebrow curls to meet the other. “Why, what happened?” He asks, a concerned expression making his thin lips furrow into a tiny little line. You yearn to reach up and kiss it away, but that’s for another time, when your stomach hasn’t dropped to your feet.

“You tell me.” You reply, shrugging off the blanket and wrapping it around your boyfriend’s broad shoulders. “You didn’t say it. Not like you usually do.”

Upon reflex, he burrows into the quilt, sighing as your hands rub up and down his arms. “Love, it’s been a long day, the flight back home was torture. and I have no clue what you’re saying.”

Your mouth twists into a pout and you coo, stepping forward to properly hug your boy. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry you had a tough day.” His arms slither around your waist, a cold hand slipping beneath your shirt to press itself flat against your spine. “Do you want to sit down? Or I can fix you a shower—but you’re probably starving, there’s leftovers in the oven. I’ll warm it up, unless you want to order something fresh—I saw this new shawarma place on—”

The coldness of his palms cupping your cheeks cuts you off, and you blink as you find Tom’s eyes, the corners crinkling tiredly in an endeared smile. “Baby, breathe.” He inhales deeply with you, knowing how easily overwhelmed you get, and you release your breaths together, shoulders relaxing. “I already ate, I’m too tired to shower, and the only thing I need right now,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose, “is my girl.”

Heat blooms in your stomach like a spring garden, and you wrap your arms around him once more, squeezing his torso tightly. With just as much strength, Tom hugs you back, his chin resting on your crown.

“Smooth talker,” you murmur into his overcoat, “you know how much that term affects me. S’not fair.”

His chest vibrates with laughter against your cheek and he gives you a good squeeze just for the sake of it. “How about I make it up to you by volunteering to take your pants off for you and then we see where that goes?”

The sound of his laughter as you step away from him unimpressed wakes Tessa up, and soon enough her short legs flop onto the floor with overexcitement. Colour flushes back into Tom’s skin, and he crouches down to accept the dog’s greeting, one of his hands scratching her ear and the other smoothing down her fur.

“Hi, honey, I’m home.” He coos, grinning as she licks his neck and chin, and you’re pretty if he had a tail, his would be wagging too. “Yes, princess, daddy’s home.”

Deadpan, you glare down at him with your arms crossed. “Bitch…”

Dada’s Home.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Angst to fluff

Warning: A few curse words and not proofread because i’m always too excited

Summary: Christmas isn’t so jolly when Chris misses some of his baby daughter’s first times and she doesn’t seem to remember him.

this was supposed to be super angsty but it got so stinking cute.

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Christmas has always had many connotations; warmth despite the December cold, love, jolly, and merry feeling of being among your loved ones.

“I’m sorry,” Chris had whispered, 3 weeks before Christmas day, as he hugged you from behind, “I’ll try to be here before Christmas.”

You were in a sombre mood the moment your husband, Chris, had told you about how he was requested to travel for work and there was a chance he wouldn’t be there for Christmas—it also being the first time you were going to be apart since your daughter was born and while you knew his job required a lot of traveling, you relished the domesticity of it all when he was at home with you, working from the comfort of your home and being able to see him that frequently.

It was especially disappointing having to imagine experiencing your 10-month-old daughter’s first Christmas without him.

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hello, i have a request for ari <3

the plot is based off the movie, but you and ari are literally a team. he’s insanely proud of you, just tooth rooting fluff<3

hi! I hope you like it, I do apologise for how short it is!

Ari stands back with the rest of the group, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches his wife walk around, helping the refugees, and giving them food, water and blankets. The group watches her converse with them. Ari wears a proud look across his face, his heart swelling with pride.

“Your wife is incredible”, Rachel breathes, the group left speechless.

Y/n starts to head back over, a stern look on her face. Once she reaches everyone, her arms are folded in front of her. She looks at everyone one by one before speaking, “now. I know it’s late, and you all want to go to sleep before what we have to do tomorrow, but we need a plan.” Everyone nods. Ari moves behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he covers her shoulders in kisses.

Y/n holds her stance as they devise a plan, her husband agreeing while placing loving kisses along her flesh. Ari’s heart fills with love as he feels like he’s falling in love with her all over again. Remembering the first time they met, where she took charge and led everyone into a battle, all lives spared.

Ari places a kiss behind her ear, whispering how much he loves her.

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feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑

here’s a slightly longer version of this drabble, hope you like it.

summary - you fall asleep during a scene and chris falls for you even more.

the gif isn’t mine.

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love in slow motion

+chris evans x reader

+warnings: talking of nudity, it's smut without being smut but in any case MDNI; written while listening to this - i suggest you to hear this while you read!

+summary: after months away, Chris wants to take things slow, retrieving any missed moment.

Months have passed since your naked skin burnt on his and his hands sculpted your body with the experience of a professional artist. Your hair was all scattered on the pillow while your legs were loosely wrapped around his bare waist, his lips devouring yours in the darkness of the room, illuminating by the mere lights of candles.

It had been a lot since it was only you and him, given how Chris travelled around the world to work, how his family asked for him to spend time with them when he was back and how your work was demanding. But then, in the gloomy atmosphere, everything took a back seat, the only important thing being him over you, his lips kissing your neck and jawline.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured between a kiss and another, the grip of his fingers tightening around your waist.

Fireworks of love exploded into your heart at his words, and his presence there. It was not a dream, his flesh was there for you to touch, to bite, to love. Your hands moved down to the end of his spine, getting you closer to him while your tongue moved faster on his, keeping the pace of your running heart.

"Hey, hey baby - slow down." Chris unlatched himself, looking at you in the eyes, his glaciers shining under the flickering flames he had carefully put inside the room.

"What?" you whispered out of breath. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, baby, no." Chris kissed the inside of your hand with such a tenderness that your heart threatened to explode at any moment. "It's just that -"

"What?" you repeat again while prepping on your elbows, not quite understanding the situation happening in front of you. He usually liked when you took initiative in those circumstances, happy that you were comfortable doing so with him.

However, his brows were furrowed together in what was his usual anxious expression, his lips bitten in nervousness. "I want to love you, slowly," he kissed your cheek again, as if your presence gave him the strength to keep talking, knowing that you wouldn't judge him. "I get caught up with everything I have to do, interview, press, friends - you know. But tonight I don't want to rush, I want to kiss every single missed moment from your lips."

A single tear wet your right cheek, chest bursting with love and warmth at his caring, soft words and his hands dried up your tear.

" I want to - to prioritize you, "he continued, his digits tracing the line of your lips." I want to remember this moment vividly when we are away, okay? "

He kissed the point of your nose while you nodded and pressed his lips on yours again with the force and love of one hundred tornadoes, hoping that he could feel the love emanating from your skin.

Heartbeats aligned together, as if they were two perfect jigsaws, and your lips pressed on his repeatedly, whispering soft and quick i love yous between one and another, Chris' tears and hugs replying in a voiceless answer, loving one on one.

Candlelights were the only spectators of that affection of yours, of your lips devouring each other and your bodies becoming one in slow motion, until even the last one turned off, and you two fell asleep in each other's arms, with the awareness that no one flew on you.

Love, by definition, could not be rushed.

Protector. l Masterlist

Summary: After your attempted kidnapping, former Navy SEAL and CIA Agent Christopher Evans is hired to be your personal bodyguard, much to his dismay and yours. Chris takes one single look at you and thinks he has you all figured out—you’re a rich, spoiled little brat who doesn’t have a clue about the real world. When it turns out that you’re absolutely nothing like he expects you to be, he finds that his duty to protect you runs deeper than he could have ever imagined.

Pairing: (AU) Bodyguard!ChrisEvans x Female Reader

Warnings: This series contains the mention and use of weapons that includes the mention and use of firearms, the mention and actions of kidnapping, mention of character death, a massive age gap between two of the side characters, foul language, implied sexual content, and later chapters will contain some smut. 18+ Only, Minors Please DNI.

Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. Series banner made by me, images all found Pinterest.

A/N: Please excuse me while I organize myself here. First chapter will be up very soon, I am in the stages of revising. <3

CHAPTERS

Part 1

Part 2

DRABBLES & BLURBS (Coming Soon)

CHARACTERS (Coming Soon)

Request? Baby mine was soooooo good. Can you do one where Chris helps Bella meet Noah for the first time? Cute fluffy one please 😭

Thank you sm for this request! This is more of a blurb, but I hope that you still like it even if it is a bit on the shorter side. x

Stepping Up

Baby Mine

“Are you ready to finally meet your little brother, Bells?”

Chris can’t help but grin to himself from ear to ear as he quickly makes his way down the hospital’s maternity ward towards your private room. He’s carrying his six and a half year old daughter, Isabella, on his hip. His mother and two sisters had been keeping an eye on Bella for the last couple of days while you were going through labor, and as soon as the baby was born, Chris had called them up and asked them to start heading down to the hospital. While his mother and sisters, along with the rest of his family, are anxious to see his son for the first time, he’s asked that they remain patient for a while longer because it is only right, in his mind, that Bella be the first to meet him. That, and he wants to spend some private time with his wife and children alone before the visitors start pouring in.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Bella pouts. She reaches up with her teeny fingers, nervously fiddling with his beard.

He laughs, shaking his head at her. He’s ready to explain to Bella that Noah is only a few hours old and can barely open his eyes, but instead, he assures her, “He is going to love you so much, Bella. You’re going to be the best big sister to Noah, me and mommy know that you will.” He stops just outside of your room and takes a moment to give her a loving kiss on her cheek. Chris hopes that the transition from being an only child to now having a sibling won’t be too difficult for her. The last thing that he wants is for Bella to ever feel like she isn’t as important or as loved as her brother. He’s never going to let that happen, not if he can help it. “I love you, Isabella. Always remember that no matter what, I love you very, very much.”

She wraps his arms around his neck. “I love you too, daddy.”

Chris hums and his arms give her tiny body a gentle squeeze. No matter how many times over the last couple of months she’s called him that, each and every time she says it feels like the first and it makes his heart swell warmly with pride. If there’s one thing he’s grown to absolutely adore, it’s being this little girl’s daddy—and hearing her call him that makes him happier than he’s ever been in his entire life.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s see if mommy is ready for us.” He lightly knocks at the door before cracking it open slightly. “Honey? You all done feeding? I have a little visitor here who is just dying to see you.”

“Yeah, I’m all done,” Your voice calls back in reply. You’re sitting up in your hospital bed, your back resting comfortably against the pillows as you cradle your newborn son in your arms. Your heart nearly explodes inside of your chest with complete and utter joy when your husband carries your daughter into the room. The last time you saw Bella was nearly forty-eight hours ago, right before you had started experiencing early symptoms of labor. Chris made the call of taking her to his mother’s house well before your water broke, just to be safe. Two days later, you couldn’t be happier to finally see her again. “Hi Bells!”

“Mommy!” She exclaims, right into Chris’ ear. “I missed you!”

You smile widely at her. “Oh, I bet I missed you more! How’s my best girl?”

“I’m good!”

Chris carries her over to your side, bringing her closer.

Bella’s big, innocent eyes widen when she gets a glimpse at the baby you’re holding in your arms.

“Bella, this is Noah,” You tell her, feeling an emotional lump rise in the back of your throat as you watch her reaction to him. You manage to swallow it back. “He’s been waiting all morning to meet you.”

Chris perches himself beside you on your bed, settling Bella onto his lap. “Go on, kiddo,” he encourages her. “Say hello.”

“Hi Noah.” She gives the sleeping infant a shy wave before bashfully turning around and burying her face into Chris’ chest.

He rubs her back soothingly. “It’s okay, Bells.” He prompts her to take another look.

You hold up Noah towards them. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.”

Bella lifts her head from his chest and turns her attention back to her brother. She hesitates, at first, but then she reaches over and gently touches his cheek. She gasps. “He’s so soft!”

Chris watches the scene before him, his own emotions nearly getting the best of him. He never could have imagined that he would have a family—his own perfect little family. But here he is, with a gorgeous wife and two beautiful, perfect children.

“Mommy? Can I hold him?” Bella suddenly asks, timidly looking up at you.

“Honey, I think you’re too little—”

Chris immediately interjects. “Well, wait a second. I think we can make that happen.” He quickly stands up and sets Bella down on her feet before walking over to the single, dark blue armchair that’s nestled in the corner of your room. He drags it up beside your bed, giving you a wink as he does so. He picks Bella up and sits her in the chair before taking one of your extra pillows and placing it onto her lap. He takes her arms in his hands and begins to maneuver them for her. “Here, hold your arms out like this against the pillow. There we go, that’s it. Just keep your arms like that, okay?”

Bella nods her head and does as she’s told. “Okay, daddy.”

Chris takes Noah from your arms and you watch as he gingerly sets the baby in Bella’s waiting arms. He’s careful to keep his hand on the back of Noah’s head for support.

“And there we go,” he says, grinning at her. “Look at you! Being a big girl and holding your baby brother.”

Bella beams proudly. “Look Mommy! I’m doing it!”

You reach over and grab a tissue from the bedside table, dabbing at your eyes.

“You okay, honey?” Chris glances over his shoulder at you.

You nod lightly, sniffing. “Hormones.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he turns his attention back to his kids.

Noah fusses and a second later, he opens his eyes ever so slightly.

“He’s awake!” Bella whispers. “Daddy! He’s looking at me!”

“He is, sweetheart.” Chris brushes a stray lock of hair out of her face. “Talk to him.”

“I love you Noah,” Bella coos to him. “I promise to be the bestest big sister ever!”

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requested: could you write a fluffy fic about chris and reader (it could be it the futile series or not!) where they are doing laundry together or just doing domestic stuff! thank you so much!

a/n: this is so soft i love it, lowercase on purpose ig because im lazy but wanted to crank this out also it feels like i haven’t written for chris in so long and i miss it lmao

warnings: this is 110% tooth rotting fluff and therefore i am not responsible for your dentist bill ;)

no beta/loosely proofread so please excuse errors!

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the pile of dirty clothes in the laundry room had only grown exponentially over the past two weeks. you and chris had both been nonstop working, which meant that the household chores got pushed aside. luckily, the two of you are both relatively clean people, so the worst was really only the laundry, and the accumulation of dodger’s fur on the floors and couches.

and after a lazy saturday morning sleeping in (and resting up after various intimate reunion activities after almost two weeks of no time together), you and chris finally decided to get on with the chores.

he took on the vacuuming - rearranging the furniture so he could get under and behind things -  while you started on the laundry. you emptied the hampers, stripped the beds, and filled up the washing machine for the first load before wandering back to the living room to check in on chris. from afar, you’re able to hear the soft whirr of the vacuum cleaner, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight that falls upon your eyes when you walk into the living room.

your six foot something hunk of a boyfriend has a pair of headphones over his ears, completely unbothered by the sound of the vacuum, and wiggling around, lip-syncing and dancing to whatever song is playing in his headphones as he sucks up the dog hair from the area rug. he’s sporting a simple hoodie and a baggy pair of joggers, but he’s just so adorable that you can’t help but interfere with his task.

you walk up behind him, then snake your hands around his torso, and he reacts with a small jump, clearly not expecting you. he looks down at you with a smile, switches off the vacuum, then pulls his headphones off his ears, letting them rest around his neck, and you can hear that he’s listening to Neil Diamond.

“boo,” you hum, softly scratching your fingers over his tummy.

“gosh, you scared me, love,” he laughs, cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment as he pauses the music, then pulls the headphones off his neck and tosses them to the couch.

“sorry, you just looked too cute,” you giggle, and he turns around in your grasp, leaving the vacuum to stand on it’s own so that he can wrap his arms around you, too.

“mm, thank you,” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to sweetly kiss your forehead. “you’re pretty cute, too.”

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