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Escape with Chris Evans - Chapter 29 - Reminiscing (on Wattpad) 

https://www.wattpad.com/559612282-escape-with-chris-evans-chapter-29-reminiscing

Characters:  Chris Evans x OFC Nicole Frasier  Chapter Summary:  Nicole gets to spend the day with Chris and his family hearing their stories and reminiscing about their youth before she leaves Boston.

Story Summary: You're the winner of the charity contest, Escape with Chris Evans. When sparks fly during the event you both quickly realize that a single day together in Boston just isn't enough, and your adventure together is just beginning. 

Thank you to @theycallmebecca for your wonderful beta work.

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Chris Evans x reader.  Warning: none, unless Dodger sets you off

You met Chris Evans by accident earlier in the day when he was out walking Dodger and you crossed their path. Apparently, Dodger thought you looked like a good place to rest his paws. He had run right over to you and pounced. Chris was mortified, chastising the dog. 

When the adorable pooch ignored his owner and jumped again you simply held his paws, giving him a rub on the head and allowing him to give you the kiss he kept attempting. You loved dogs, especially dogs that belonged to an owner as handsome as this man.  After taking control of his dog, introducing him as Dodger, he held out his hand and shook yours, introducing himself as Chris and apologizing profusely for the “attack.” He asked if you’d like to grab a cup of coffee once he got the dog up into his apartment.

You met him at a local coffee shop, twenty minutes later, and what followed was coffee, food, laughter, and all kinds of feels when you realized what an amazing man he was. It was as if you’d know each other forever. You couldn’t help but notice the way he looked at you when he smiled.

Afterwards, he offered to walk you to your apartment since it was dark and getting late. The fun, comfortable and sexy banter that began over coffee continued.

Along the way he did everything he could to stall. Chris didn’t want the evening to end any more than you did. Joking, talking, telling stories, anything to make the walk longer.

Finally, there could be no more stalling, the steps to your apartment loomed before you. It was getting cold, and you both knew the time had come to part.  You weren’t going to let him come upstairs, but you also were not going to let him leave without a kiss.  It was as perfect as you expected.  Everything about the night had been, after all.

He asked for your number and if he could see you the next day. You agreed, giving him the number and telling him that you were looking forward to seeing that handsome face again tomorrow. And his owner’s too.  He gave you a smile that took over his entire face.  You knew right then and there it was the smile you wanted to see every day for the rest of your life. 

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Characters:  Steve Rogers x reader  No Warnings, this is a sweet and romantic one fully of cliches!

You arrived at the apartment inside of the Avenger’s Tower and, before you could even knock, the door opened and you were swept up into the strong embrace of your boyfriend, Steve Rogers.  He used his foot to close the door, not taking his lips off of yours for even a second.  You let your purse and gift bag drop to the floor then reached up and wrapped your arms around him, enjoying the unexpected welcome.  

When at last the kiss ended, he looked you in the eyes and said softly,“Happy Valentine’s Day,” an endearingly shy, yet also sinfully sexy, smile playing across his lips.  Steve was up to something, but you weren’t sure just what.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too,” you replied, a little breathless, as you smiled back at him while you unbuttoned and shrugged off your long coat.  

“Here, allow me,” he said, taking it from your hands and crossing the few steps to hang it up in the small coat closet.  As he walked away, you picked your purse and bag off the floor and turned to enter the main living space.

There was music playing in the apartment, the soft crooning voice of Frank Sinatra. The living room and dining room were visible in the open floor plan and both rooms were illuminated solely by dozens upon dozens of votives and pillar candles.  Tapered candles were on the dining room table, which also had two full place settings beside each other.  

Steve wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing a tender kiss against your cheek.  “Too much?” he asked, unable to hide the worry in his voice.  

Rated: G   A quick little scene I came up with after seeing the gif of Steve Rogers a few too many times.  

T’Challa knew a battle was inevitable, and coming soon.  He decided the time had come for the “Captain” to arm himself again and he had a surprise for him.

3 Hours Later:

T’Challa stood in the room, facing the windows. His arms crossed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose against the ever increasing headache. He finally snapped, “Steve, please! I beg of you, STOP playing with the new armor!”

“But it’s so cool! It’s so sleek and shiny, and easy to handle. And I love the way it feels when the claws come out...like this!” 

Hearing a door open, T’Challa quickly turned towards the sound and became elated, finally believing he had found a way to stop the childlike obsession of Steve and his new toy.  

“Bucky!  Oh. thank Heavens you’re here!  Can you please-” 

“Oh my God, Steve, what is that?!”  Bucky cried out as he hurried to his best friend’s side. 

The King never got to finish his sentence. Instead, he watched with utter disbelief the display before him.  Two grown men, older than they appeared, reduced to a couple of schoolyard children with their new Christmas toys. 

Steve began showing him the new shield, earnestly popping the tip out, again and again.  He was just as excited to see the latest improvements on Bucky’s new arm.  State of the art vibranium, sleek black and powerful.  He was running his hand over it, getting his fingers smacked when Bucky grew concerned about his sweaty fingers smudging it.  

Shaking his head, T’Challa finally decided he had had enough. After saying goodbye to the Super Soldiers he walked towards the exit, smiling even as he muttered to himself, “We won’t need weapons to win this war.  Leave Thanos locked in a room with these two and he’ll surrender within an hour.”

because girlfriend needs to keep her head about her when faced with this man...

Don’t Get Me Wrong - Pretenders.  “Don’t get me wrong, if I’m looking kind of dazzled.  I see neon lights, whenever you walk by.”  “Don’t get me wrong, if I’m acting so distracted.  I’m thinking about the fireworks, that go off when you smile.”  “Once in a while, two people meet, seemingly for no reason - they just pass on the street.  Suddenly thunder, showers everywhere.  Who can explain the thunder and rain, but there’s something in the air.”

of course, he knows how to bring out her wild side and can talk Nicole into things she never dreamed would happen irl

Janet Jackson, Anytime, Anyplace:  “I can feel your hands, moving up my thighs.  Skirt around my waist, wall against my face, I can feel your lips...oooh.”

Not quite a headcannon, not quite a fic, just some fantasy fodder for my fellow fangirls.  Thank you to @nomadicpixel for making me the beautiful manip above!

Going on a cruise with Chris Evans could include: 

Waking up in the middle of the night to find Chris missing from your bed.  You find him on your balcony, looking out over the vast ocean.  You wrap your arms around his body and rest your head upon the back of his shoulders.  Enjoying the warm night air, together you look at the brightest stars you’ve ever seen.  Full constellations are on display and Chris points them out to you, and you point some out to him as the ship sails onward, changing the vantage point.  The moon is so crystal clear that the craters can be easily seen.  Upon the sea the stars are reflected, and dozens of buoys blink their lights upon the gently moving waves.

Chris walking you to the front of the ship at sunset, mumbling that there are barriers in place to prevent him from recreating the famous moment in Titanic with you.  Still, he holds your from behind, takes your hands and spreads your arms out wide as close to the tip as he can get. In your head you hear Celine Dion singing, “My Heart Will Go On,” and your heart races with anticipation of a romantic moment.  When he clears his throat you’re sure he’s about to shout,  “I’m the king of the world,” but he surprises you by instead shouting, “I’m sailing!” like Bill Murray in “What About Bob?”  Laughter can be very romantic too.

Randomly breaking into the chorus of the disco classic, “Rock the Boat,” whether you’re walking along the deck or just having a playful, sexy moment in your cabin.

Staying up so late at least one night that you get to watch the sunrise together. Sleeping in most of the day afterwards.

Chris being very picky about excursions taking place in the water and making his picks  based upon the likelihood of sharks being present.

Joining the cruise director for fun games, like name that 70’s, 80’s or 90’s tune, where everyone sings and dances like a fool to them all after.

Sitting beside each other on lounge chairs some nights watching the outdoor movie on the large screen of the lido deck.  You feed each other popcorn and cover up with large beach towels when it gets chilly.

Making several stops per day at the 24 hour soft ice cream machine.  Chris can’t seem to pass by it without making a cone.

Enjoying mid afternoon sex followed by a nap until dinner.

Buying every photo the ship’s photographer takes of you because he thinks you look beautiful in each one and he can’t let any of them go.

Being horrible at haggling with vendors at the ports you visit, he knows they’re trying to make a living too.  

Wanting to do zip lining and cave tubing as some adventures on the islands…. as long as there were no sharks around.

Chris packing more sunscreen than clothing.  You get the benefit of feeling his muscles beneath your fingertips as you help protect his back.

Trying to get out of horseback riding along the beach because he’s afraid of the horses.

Joining the late night piano bar singalongs

Drinking too much some nights and snoring loudly

Buying you the drink of the day when he goes to get himself a beer.  You threaten to make him pack into his luggage all the collector cups he insists on getting them in

His hand always landing on your breast when he rolls over towards you in his sleep

His arm drawing you into him when you turn to snuggle up against his body, even when he’s sleeping.

Missing Dodger and talking to fellow passengers who are dog lovers about him.

Battling you in the video game arcade, especially at air hockey and old school Pac-Man

Intimate lovemaking as a way to calm anxiety and take advantage of the boat rocking your bodies hard during a storm

Talking to everyone he sees on board that’s wearing a Patriots shirt or hat

If it’s a Disney cruise, having multiple character meals and taking photos with all of the characters on board

Looking over the railing and saying, “I jump, you jump?” to him, laughing when he immediately replies with a thick Boston accent, “Fahck no, you know how many shawks are out theah?”  Teasing him the rest of the trip about seeing fins in the water.    

Hard Day's Night (Steve Rogers) (on Wattpad) 

https://www.wattpad.com/516272552-sugar-spice-imagines-7-hard-day%27s-night-steve

Chris x Reader  Warning:  suggestive language and alcohol  Word Count: 896

Thank you to @theycallmebecca @heather-lynn for beta and brainstorming

“Need any help,” Chris asks as his arms encircle your waist and his lips find that spot on the right side of your neck.  One of his hands slowly pulls away and reaches for the bottle of white wine on the counter.  Seeing this, you quickly stop mashing the potatoes in your pot and slap the hand.  “That’s for basting!”

“Then why do you have a glass of it over there?”

Caught red-handed you quip, “I as tasting it for quality control.”

“Uh-huh,” he says slowly as he retreats, bringing the hand back to your body and hugging you to him. “Can’t I just have a little?  Don’t make me beg and ‘wine’ for it.”

You comically groan at the pun.  He nuzzles in again and you pause your potato mashing long enough to turn your head and plant a kiss on his cheek.   Chris reaches around you once more but this time when he reaches for the glass, instead of the bottle, and his hand is safe.  He sips the white wine, nods his approval, and takes another before setting the glass back down.

“Actually, I do have a job for you.  The turkey is stuffed but I didn’t get a chance to finish it off yet. Can you truss the legs up for me and then slather the herb butter on it, please?”