Todayโs drabble is the third party of my โLove at First Sightโ andย โMistletoe Kissesโ drabbles. (Both will be linked in a reblog because tumblr is dumb.)
Like those, this is for @the-ce-horniest-book-clubโ and HBC Home for the Holidays. The prompt is New Years Eve.
Title: Promises for the New Year
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
26 days ago, you had been single, lonely and not looking forward to another holiday spent all by yourself thanks to Covid.
Then you had met Chris and everything had changed.
A/N: A prompt sent into @the-ce-horniest-book-club. Again written in my phone because you guessed it....computer still down. *sigh* Anywho enjoy this cute little moment. Enjoy!
Warnings: fluff, Chris insulted by his own child
Your five year old daughter, Elizabeth, has a personality like no other. The amount of sass in her movements makes you shake your head and mentally apologizes to your mother. Sheโs definitely your kid with all that sass. Although you tell Chris the sass is from him. You got an emergency call into work so Chris and Elizabeth were by themselves with Dodger.
Her latest infatuation has been the MCU movies and toys with said movies. Unfortunately for Chris, his own daughter is Team Iron Man. Elizabeth is sitting in the floor of the living room playing with the Iron Man and Cap action figures. So far Tony and Steve became friends again after Steve found Bucky because after the three of them talked Tony was more understanding. Talk about children knowing how to resolve conflict. Chris was in the kitchen making lunch for the two of them and Dodger was on his bed napping.
โLiz! Lunch!โ Chris called from the kitchen. Elizabeth grabbed her Iron Man and Cap figures and ran the the table. โAh. Do we run in the house?โ Chris asked eyebrow raised.
Elizabeth shook her head and sat in her chair, โNo. Sorry.โ
Chris smiled, โThatโs right. And thank you. Now eat up before mom gets home. She called me saying sheโll be home soon.โ
โOkay dad!โ Elizabeth got her toys settled as Chris set her plate in front of her. โUm dad? Whatโs this?โ
Chris looked at her plate, โVanilla yogurt, blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries? Is there a problem? Youโre not allergic to any of those.โ
She rolled her eyes, โI know the foods. But why is it like that?โ
โLike Capโs shield?โ The strawberries made up the outermost red ring, yogurt for the white ring, raspberries for the second red ring, blueberries for the blue, and a star shaped bowl with yogurt as, you guessed it, the star.
โYes dad. Like Capโs shield.โ She crossed her little arms over her chest.
โBecause I thought it was cute and I found it on Pinterest.โ Chris couldnโt understand why she was having a problem. These foods are some of her favorite so he thought she dive right in.
โDad,โ Elizabeth did the same eyebrow raise Chris does, โYouโre a meatball.โ
Chris gasped, โExcuse me?โ He wasnโt sure what shocked him most. The fact she insulted him or that she knew his favorite insult.
โYouโre a meatball dad. I have never been on Team Cap. Iโm Team Iron Man. You should have found something that was Iron Man. But you made this so Iโll eat it.โ She picked up her spoon and started eating. โThank you daddy.โ
Chris chuckled and walked over and kissed the top of her head, โYouโre welcome, sweetheart.โ
The Most Miserable Time of the Year (Chris Evans x Reader)
Title: The Most Miserable Time of the Year
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Summary: The prospect of a white Christmas does not have everyone in the Evans household thrilled.
Word Count: 1400
Warning: language
Authorโs Note: Hey guys! I know Iโve been away for a while, and Iโm sorry. There has been a lot going on in novel land, so I havenโt had much time for fic writing. I hope this makes up for it. Merry Christmas!ย
This story is not betaโd.
Image not mine
Soft light floated in from the partially open curtains covering the windows that made up the northernmost wall of the bedroom. Chris gave a muffled groan and squeezed his eyes shut. He rolled away from the window. Why is the curtain open? He extended his arm to find nothing but cold sheets beside him. Chris peeked one eye open. Then the other.
Chris pressed himself up onto his elbows and looked around the room. It wasnโt often he woke up without a dog in his face or his girl by his side. It made the room feel lifeless and set Chrisโs stomach on edge.
wonderful, in that case enjoy this idea that came to me during my own questionable travel day yesterdayโ
pairing: chris evans x reader
summary: for reasons beyond your control, you and chris have to spend christmas eve night in an airport
warnings: none
word count: ~900
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โWeโre not going to make it,โ he exhales quietly, shaking his head after the third announcement from the pilot saying they're still waiting on the maintenance crew to check something out before take-off.
Noticing his leg bouncing, you place your hand on his thigh. โProbably not,โ you sigh reluctantly, and you look at each other sympathetically, both regretting the choice you made booking the flight with the shortest layover. โWeโll get to Chicago at least, and weโll figure something out. Maybe there's a later flight we can try to get on yet tonight.โ
โMaybe,โ he mumbles doubtfully. He sighs, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before you rest your head on his shoulder.
You spend a majority of the flight like that, neither saying much, both stressed whether you'll make it back for Christmas morning with Chrisโ family, but trying not to show it.
When you get to Chicago, you've missed your connecting flight by a half hour, so you join everyone else in line to speak with an agent, only to be told there aren't any later flights on a holiday.
The request : Not requested but Chris makes me feel all the feelings.
Pairing : Chris Evans x female reader, Chris Evans x you, Chris Evans x reader
Warnings : None really, the barest mention of sex, blink and miss it.ย
Word count : 1256
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Christmas for the Evans clan was a big affair, barely a month after Thanksgiving the family got together again for a big meal, presents, games and pranks. You and Chris were hosting this year and every room in your house had someone sleeping in it.ย
Your three year old daughter had even had to give up her bedroom for her cousins and she was enjoying the luxury of sleeping in between you and Chris.ย
Christmas morning had dawned bright and icy cold. There was snow blanketing the ground as far as the eye could see and Chris could not have felt happier.ย
He watched the two of you sleeping, you and your daughter tucked up in your arms. He reached out and brushed a gentle finger over your cheek and watched as your eyelashes fluttered and your eyes opened.ย
โGood morning darlinโโ he greeted quietly.ย
โGood morning,โ you whispered before you kissed the side of your daughterโs head, breathing in her warm smell.ย
โMerry Christmas,โ Chris said, brushing his hand over your cheek again.ย
โMerry Christmas to you too,โ you replied with a soft smile.ย
โAre we the first up?โ you asked.ย
โI think so, Iโve not heard a peep from anywhere else,โ Chris said.ย
Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates (and happy Friday to those who do not). This Christmas drabble is for @the-ce-horniest-book-clubโ and the HBC Home for the Holidays.ย The prompt today is Christmas.
Title: A Very Important Question
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:ย n/a
โUNCLE CHRIS!โ
The cries of Chrisโs niece and nephews greet the two of you and Dodger as you make your way up the snowy path to his momโs house on Christmas Eve.
โWhereโs your bag?โ His oldest nephew asks as you and Chris come into the house.
With you back turned, you miss the panicked look that Chris sends his sister.
โMaybe Uncle Chris wants to sleep in his own bed tonight,โ his sister says.
โHe canโt! Itโs tradition!โ his nephew whines. โHe always spends the night on Christmas Eve.โ
Turning, you see Chris is getting a triple whammy of sad faces from the kids.
Summary: It was all fun and games in the beginning. Now it wasnโt. You werenโt feeling it anymore. Enough is enough.ย
Warnings: Language. Implied smut.ย
Word count: 2,743
**I was inspired by the many IG stories. Although I did make Chris out to be a bit of a douchebag and the reader too. But I had fun writing it and I like it(ish). So read it or not. Donโt know if itโs comepletely BS but here ya go. **ย
A/N: This is part of a collection of fics, starting with this one. Loosely edited so I apologise. I encourage you to listen to this song as you read, this is what I imagine rain would sound like in a song.
Chris woke early staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before turning to you, your body curled up, deep in sleep and he smirked knowing he had exhausted you last night. The bedsheet clinging loosely to you only moving when your breasts would rise and fall with every intake of breath.
You were at peace, any lines of worry from the day before disappeared as your breathing relaxed. To him you were perfect picture, enough to make it feel like the world stood still just as you lay there. He chucked at how you then desperately clutched to the bedsheet protecting your modesty. Even in your sleep you were conscious of him seeing your body. ย
Summary: You surprise Chris with Dodger's make-over.
Created for the #ssholidaychallenge hosted by @sagechanoafterdark and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Prompt: โDid you put antlers on the dog?โ
A/N: It's not much and not very good, but I had fun writing this! I'm glad I could be part of the challenge. I will post my second entry for the challenge tomorrow or the day after too! ๐
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Shutting the door behind you with your butt due to your full hands, you spare a glance across the floor and listen quietly.
โChris?โ โ When there's no answer from the void you begin to smirk and put down the grocery-bags, hastily beginning to put away the items you had purchased.
Deep down in one of the bags, quite literally hidden, you eventually pull out what you consider the best buy of the entire year. Instantly grinning wider you make your way towards your and Chris' bedroom, opening it to an excited Dodger whose tail greetingly waggles as soon as he sees you.
โHey buddy,โ you greet him, giving him lots of cuddles and kisses, bathing him in affection.
Soon enough he notices the item in your hand and starts sniffing, inspecting every inch of it.
Your smile grows wider.
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As you hear the front door open, you look up from where you sit on the couch in the living room with Dodger.
Moments later Chris's deep voice calls out: โHey guys, I'm home!โ
Giving Dodger a boop on his red nose, you quietly encourage him: โGo on, greet Daddy and show him!โ
Once again, Dodge begins to waggle his tail, before taking off into the floor and towards the front door that's now closing.
โWell hello there, what do you-โ Chris interrupts himself, audibly stunned before loudly exclaiming: โY/N? Did you put antlers on the dog?โ
Pleased with yourself, you stand up and head to the kitchen where Chris stared down at Dodger in wonder, who was proudly wearing his fake-antlers and waiting for a more exciting greeting from Chris.
You cringe slightly when you catch sight of Dodger and take a look around, quickly finding what you're looking for on the floor a few feet away.
โDammit, his nose keeps on falling off!โ โ Muttering, you pick up the tiny red softball and go to put it on Dodger again, who- true to his name -dodges your hands and runs under the table to avoid wearing the matching nose to his antlers. โ โI don't think he likes the nose very much, but he seems fond of his antlers, don't you think?โ
Smiling widely at Chris, you gesture towards Dodger. Chris, on the other hand, only now manages to take his eyes off the dog and raises an eyebrow, his lips curling upwards in amusement. He can see that you're visibly proud of what you've done, and he'd lie if he said that Dodger dressed up as a reindeer wasn't adorable.
โYou're a dork, you know that?โ He teases you, walking over and kissing you softly on the lips before kneeling and stretching his arms towards Dodger, quietly tempting him out. โCome on, Dodge. What did she do to you, poor boy?โ
Smacking his shoulder lightly, you roll your eyes and beam brightly when Dodger comes out from under the table and runs into Chris' arms, his antlers bouncing while doing so.
โNo, he likes it! See?โ You defend, gesturing towards the dog again. โIt's Dodger, our rein-dog!โ
A/N: This was requested by an Anon. Hope you like it Nonny. ๐
โY/N, stop it,โ Chris said from his spot on the floor.
You were lounging on his couch while he was sat on the floor in front of you, neither of you really paying attention to the episode of The Office that was playing on the TV in front of you. You really had just turned on Netflix for the background noise while you two ate dinner, which consisted of pizza and beer, and played catch up. Right now, however, you were messing with him; tickling him on his neck and back because you knew he was extremely ticklish there.
You giggled, but kept running your fingers through his hair, stopping to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
โY/N, cโmon, stop,โ he whined after you ran your fingers across the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.
You knew he was secretly enjoying this because he didnโt even try to fight you off. You just laughed again and ran your fingers through his hair. He had grown it out a bit, and you loved the soft feel of it running through your fingers.
โYou, know you like it, Evans,โ you teased.
โDonโt tease me, Y/N,โ he warned.
โOoooh, whatcha gonna do about it, huh?โ
He turned to you, looking you up and down; taking in your tank top and shorts you were wearing. He said nothing, but you caught the look in his eye before he turned back around to face the television.
โI did not! It isnโt my fault I decorate the cookies better than you.โ You tell your boyfriend Chris.
You were both arguing at the moment because Christmas Eve was tomorrow and his entire family was begging for you to bring your famous Christmas cookies and they mostly enjoyed them for the fun designs youโd make on them. Chris began helping you out each year which has now turned into a competition as the years went by.
โFine. Then this time we both decorate them separately and we will see what the family thinks whose is better.โ He says and you roll your eyes at him.
