Feb 11, 2021
Someone told me a story last night!
What a shock, since I hadn't heard Emery's voice in over a year! It was something she wanted me to write down.
Who are Emery&Chris?
Chris Evans fan fic
Chris x ofc
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Someone told me a story last night!
What a shock, since I hadn't heard Emery's voice in over a year! It was something she wanted me to write down.
Who are Emery&Chris?
Chris Evans fan fic
Chris x ofc
Labor of Love
*an Emery&Chris fan fiction*
By avenger-nerd-mom
Word Count: 2363
Summary: Chris and Emery finally welcome their new little one into the world.
REPOSTING WITH WORKING LINKS
April 2019
Walking back to his trailer, Chris fumbles for his phone, nearly dropping it in the bright sun. He squints at the screen, wishing he had his sunglasses with him. The sunlight is deceiving- it’s not as warm as it appears. But since the weekend is supposed to be warmer, he promised his nephews a day at the park Saturday. Watching them play soccer. He chuckles, remembering all the “hot soccer Dad” comments Emery told him about after the weekend press conference.
“Call Emery,” he speaks softly into the phone, waving at a group of fans standing across the street. His handler opens the trailer and he steps inside, flopping in the seat closest to the door. He waits to see her face, surprised when she simply answers as a call, rather than a video chat.
“Hey, Jellybean!” Emery weakly exclaims. “You about done on set today?”
Chris reaches for the call sheet on the other end of the couch. Glancing over it, he replies, “Yeah, about another hour or two. They wanna reshoot one scene, but it shouldn’t take long-” “Was that an actual ice cream shop, or a set? You know I want ice cream.”
“Fuckin’ internet… You’ve already seen fan photos, haven’t you?” Chris chuckles. “Yes, it was a real store.” Ice cream has been one of her pregnancy cravings, along with steak and Capn’ Crunch Peanut Butter cereal. He can’t keep track of her favorites from week to week. Hell, it’s probably changed in the few days while I was gone to LA for Endgame promo. “What do you want me to bring home?”
“Something with toffee, and pecans.” She says the word in her funny little Southern drawl, ‘pea-CANS.’ “Buttery, vanilla, not chocolate. But, babe, don’t bring it home.” She clears her throat. Stronger, she tells him, “I need you to bring it to the hospital.”
Chris sits up tall, dropping both feet to the floor, ready to jump up in action. “Hospital! Emery, are you in labor? Why didn’t you call me!”
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A Fine Gentleman
an Emery&Chris fanfic
by avenger-nerd-mom
Word Count: 4632
Warning: LEMON- oral sex, fingering, adult content, jealousy, pregnancy, language
Summary: Tired and worn out, Chris and Emery still manage to enjoy their limo ride after the Oscars.
*special thanks to TheWife101 for the photo edit*
Click here to read the first part of this story, Surprises Ahead
February 2019
The flash of lights blind and shouts echo in Emery’s ears. Fortunately the walk out after the awards show is shorter than the red carpet walk going into the Dolby Theater. Emery moves along quickly, not stopping to sign autographs or pose for quick selfies as her handsome husband ushers her along with speed. When the limo comes into view, she wobbles on her low sling-back heels, unable to hide her smile. She tugs the sleeve of Chris’s form fitting tux, and points. “Is that Henry?”
Chris can’t hide his smile either. “You surprised?” He waves to the crowd, and they turn, allowing assembled press to snap a few more candid photos. Putting his hand on the small of her back, he gently pushes her forward. “Your chariot awaits.”
“Don’t we have to attend any after parties?” She asks, turning to wave at the group of adoring fans.
“Oh, I’m sure the studio execs won’t be happy, but I told them we had safety concerns, you needed rest and since I worked so hard,” he rolls his eyes, joking that presenting was a challenge. “I’d rather get away and relax instead. You need outta those shoes.”
Looping her arm in his, she continues towards the car, patting the arm of his velvet suit. “Thanks. I appreciate when you get all ‘Papa Bear’ and watch over us.” Her free hand curves under her protruding belly. “You’re gonna make a great dad.”
“I hope so, Kitten,” he sighs, a hint of uncertainty and exhaustion in his voice.
The crowd is so loud, no one can hear their private conversation. Henry, Chris’s driver for events in LA, steps forward to take over protection as she turns and blows kisses to the crowd, shouting her appreciation and love as well to all his fans as he waves in return. Chris opens the car door and settles her in as Henry walks around the front of the car, readying the door for Chris. When her door closes, she kicks off her heels before settling the dress around her.
“Hey, beautiful.” Chris’s smooth baritone fills the car, warm and calm as the door closes, shutting out the roaring crowd.
“Hey, handsome!” As though it’s been hours, not mere seconds since they were last together. “Look at you, in a tux! You always get so dressed up to go pick up your dates?” She playfully tugs on his tie, unraveling it before letting it fall against his chest. Chris wraps his arms around her, finally relaxing in her hold.
He pulls back and his blue eyes wash over her face, and in the passing light of other cars, she can see his love. He caresses her red hair back, tangling his fingers in the cascade of curls over her shoulder. “Red,” he scoffs, before his lips tenderly land on hers. “Who’d have thought I’d fall for a redhead.” Having been apart for weeks, and still catching up the last few days together, the kisses increase with intensity quickly and a quiet moan escapes her lips as his hand glides down her exposed thigh and back up. Emery grips the lapels of his jacket, pushing him back against the seat as the limo speeds down the highway to their destination, wherever that might be.
“I missed you,” she breathes heavily.
He chuckles, “You saw me this morning.”
“It was too long ago,” she whispers. Her hand slides down from his neck and edges along the line of shiny buttons of his pressed shirt, following down to the waist of his pants.
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Surprises Ahead
Surprises Ahead
An Emery&Chris story
By avenger-nerd-mom
Word Count: 3137
Warnings: Language, Domestic Fluff, so cute it’s sickening
Summary: Emery is fed up with snowy Boston winters and misses her hard working husband.
Previous Chapter, Christmas Presents
February 2019
Tired from a long morning on set, and travel, actor Chris Evans really just wants to crawl in bed and sleep for a few hours. But there’s more work to be done before he can rest. Turning into a familiar spot, he places the car in park, just as his phone begins to ring. Pulling the phone from his pocket, he doesn’t even bother with hellos. “Hey, Kitten, I was just getting ready to call you. I-”
“Christopher Robert!” Emery’s voice shrills through the connection. “You called Dr. Puckett’s office?”
Removing his sunglasses, he rubs his hands over his face. “Shit, they told?” He rests his head against the plush headrest, not really surprised.
“Of course they did. They had strict orders not to give out any information, in case I was being followed to appointments by paparazzi, or whatever.” She huffs and the sound of metal clangs.
“What are you doing?” He asks, sitting up and shifting in the seat. He looks around his surroundings and frowns. “You’re not supposed to be moving around too much.”
“For your information, I had to pee. Baby E is pressing on my bladder. I went to the bathroom, is that okay with you?” Even her Southern drawl is unable to hide the irritation in her voice.
He bites back his chuckle, stretching his legs and pulling the key from the ignition. “I suppose, if you must.” He laughs when she calls him an ‘asshole’ under her breath, his favorite term of endearment. “What’s the other noise I hear?”
Emery sighs. “I’m doing laundry. I was sick, again, this morning, so the sheets needed to be washed. And I’m supposed to get some movement in during the day. I was going to finish this up, eat some lunch, and then take a nap. Hopefully dream about my favorite actor,” she giggles. “He’s kinda cute.”
“You are talkin’ about me, right? I’m still your favorite?”
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SNOW FUN
An Emery&Chris story
By avenger-nerd-mom
*Since I’m home sick with strep throat, how about a little Emery drabble?*
Word Count: 1726
Summary: Pregnant Emery can’t enjoy the slopes during the New Year holiday, so she keeps busy with online shopping and cocoa with Scott
January 2019
“What are we looking at?” Scott asks, rounding the corner of the couch with two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands.
Emery doesn’t even look up from her phone screen as he eases down on the couch next to her. “That smells like heaven.” She smiles, holding out her hand for the mug.
“Careful, don’t burn yourself,” he advises, leaning onto his side to pull a box of cookies from the large front pocket of his hoodie.
She flicks her thumb over the pile of whipped cream atop the steamy mug and quickly licks it away. “He assigned you to babysitting duty?” she teases.
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I’m sitting on about 6000 Emery words. The happy couple are arguing over baby names, and since the Baby Momma is a Southern Belle, you KNOW monograms are gonna cause a problem!
So with the Oscars this weekend, there will be an Emery story Friday AND Monday or Tuesday of next week.
And it kinda goes without saying, the Oscar story will have to feature suit porn.
YUP! Two Emery stories within the next week!
Bun in the Oven
An Emery&Chris story
A Chris Evans fan fiction
By avenger-nerd-mom
Chris and Emery spend Thanksgiving in Boston
Warnings: PURE fluff, language
Word Count: 1958
Get to know Emery and Chris in their novella Georgia on My Mind and their follow up collection of short stories
November 2018
Leaning her head against the cool porcelain, Emery wipes the back of her hand across her mouth and reaches up to flush the toilet. She sniffles quietly, too weak to stand.
“You gonna stay in here and puke all day?” Chris laughs, entering through the open doorway.
“Fuck you, you did this to me,” she laughs, closing her mouth quickly after a tiny burp. She holds her breath, praying she won’t be sick again. She sits back, resting against the side of the tub, and reaches for the cool glass of water he hands her. She drinks it down, hating the taste of Boston tap water, the old pipes in the house giving it a metallic taste.
He kneels beside her, wiping her face with a warm washcloth, discarding it in the tub behind them. He pushes her hair back from her face and rests a cooler cloth around her flushed neck. “You’re sure you’re not sick? You seem warm.” Worry and concern fills his voice.
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It’s been a while since I said anything about your tags, but YOU’RE KILLING ME with all those Emery’s tags 😍😍😍😍
She’s sooooo tired. Her man is working hard, a newborn baby, and still recovering from her C-section. This woman is tired, but so in love with her life!
Emery&Chris, fan fic
Right now, Muse is pretty quiet, but sometimes I see things that are definitely from Em’s phone and I share them, hoping to spark a little interest.
Thank you @fay-1994 for always loving Emery as much as I do!