Here's a fluffy prompt for you! How about Chris waiting for you while you try on clothes/dresses? I'd be interested to see if you think he'd be annoyed and hide on his phone until you got his attention in a sexy dress. Or if you think he'd get into it and start picking out stuff for you to try on?
Thanks @heather-lynn :) I wrote this little drabble during my lunch break.
Title: Dress Shopping
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: gets a little suggestive, but otherwise clean
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Peeking out of the dressing room, you see Chris sitting in a chair, his baseball cap pulled down in hopes of not attracting any attention.
You clear your throat and he lifts his gaze from his phone. A smile spreads across his face as he stands up and you step out of the dressing room, modeling yet another dress.
“What do you think?” You ask him before you step in front of the three part mirror. You trust his opinion and, judging on the look on his face, he likes this dress.
“You look amazing,” he praises.
“You’ve said that for all the dresses,” you remind him.
“Well, I meant it,” he says with a shrug. “But this dress… it’s the best of them all.”
He leads you to the mirror and you know he is right. This is the dress. It fits you perfectly and highlights the parts of your body that you want highlighted.
“This is the dress,” you agree aloud. “And I have shoes at home that will work with it.”
“You’ll be the prettiest one at the party,” he tells you.
“I’d hope so,” you say with a laugh. “It is, after all, our engagement party.”
He chuckles and leans in, brushing his lips against yours gently for a brief kiss.
After you change back into your clothes and Chris pays for the dress, the two of you leave the mall.
“Thanks for coming with me,” you say as he holds the bag in one hand and your hand in the other. You could have taken a friend, but you had decided to ask Chris first.
“There’s no place I’d rather be,” Chris stats and you both laugh. “Ok, maybe there other places I would have rather been, but I like spending time with you and this was something you had to do because of a last minute engagement party that my family is throwing.”
“So you owed it to me to suffer waiting for me to try on a bunch of dresses?” You tease.
“Exactly,” he says with a nod. “Might have been less of a burden had you let me into the dressing room…”
“Chris!” You exclaim and swat his arm with a laugh.
“Joking,” he says with a big grin. “I’m saving that for when we go wedding dress shopping.”
“That’s the shopping trip you’ll have to miss,” you tell him as the two of you reach his car. “But maybe the two of us can do some special wedding night shopping.”
“I’m listening,” he says as he positions himself so your back is to the car and he’s in front of you.
“We’ll order stuff online for both of us and try them on at home,” you explain.
“I like the way you think,” he says before leaning in to press his lips against yours again.
He keeps the kiss brief since you’re in public, but the gaze he levels on you tells you that the two of you will pick things up at home.
I was wondering what your perfect Sunday morning with Chris Evans would be?
It’s probably about time I answer some of these asks in here.
My perfect Sunday with Chris Evans would be waking up and just laying in bed for a while, talking about what we want to do that Sunday. A few kisses here and there (obviously don’t give a shit on morning breath).
Then I would suggest we make breakfast together. Pancakes or waffles, eggs; prefer mine over easy while he will want them scrambled. We will compromise as always because that’s what we do. You always have to have bacon. I’ll make a fruit salad. And instead of coffee, we’ll have some bloody mary’s.
Then, we’ll sit down and watch tv while we’re eating breakfast. Probably ESPN since that’s his thing I enjoy watching him get involved during the morning shows there.
We’ll end up cuddling on the couch watching something we both enjoy. Cuddling will lead to kissing, which will lead to some mind-blowing sex, followed by a nap.
By the time we wake up it’ll be time for lunch.
That process will most likely repeat itself for the rest of the day.
First off, congrats on the 1k! You really deserve it, hun. I'll request #11 "I think your cat wants to kill me." - and of course Ill pick Frank Adler! LOL
Since Tumblr can sometimes be a brat about links, I will reblog this post with a link to the masterlist, prompt list and tags.
Title: Sleep Talking
Pairing: Frank Adler x reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
Prompt #: 11 - “I think your cat wants to kill me.”
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Frank was still asleep when you tiptoed back into the bedroom, but he woke slightly when you climbed back into bed.
“Where’d you go?” you managed to interpret from his groggy tone.
“Had to pee,” you replied. “But I think your cat wants to kill me.”
“Wha?”
“Fred, I think he wants to kill me,” you repeated. “He just tried to trip me in the hallway.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Frank replied.
Your mouth dropped open in shock and then you giggled, realizing that Frank was still asleep.
Curious as to what else you could get him to say, you expanded upon your story. Embellishing it here and there and giggling when Frank responded in a positive manner.
You fun came to a sad end when he stopped responding, clearly having fallen back to sleep. Or so you assumed, until you tried to go back to sleep.
“So my girlfriend discovered I talk in my sleep sometimes,” Frank’s voice said from behind you. “And decided to take advantage of that fact.”
Then his fingers were digging into your sides, tickling you.
The two of you “wrestled” for a few minutes before he had you pinned beneath him.
He leaned down to kiss you, but stopped just inches away from your lips to say, “By the way, that’s just Fred. He hates everyone who isn’t Mary.”
Then he kissed you, making you forget all about Fred and whether he wanted to kill you or not.
Muscles you didn’t know you even had hurt as you become conscious thanks to the morning light streaming in through the window. Groaning, you pull the blankets of the bed over your head and try to block it out. It is only then, based purely on the fact that the scent of the blankets isn’t your laundry soap but a familiar cologne, that you realize you aren’t in your own bed next door.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” a husky voice asks from behind you.
Rolling over, you stare into the face of your handsome neighbor, Frank Adler, and roll your eyes when you see the cocky smile on his face.
“Did you say something?” he asks, rubbing his ears. “If so, I couldn’t hear you over the ringing in my ears. I slept with a woman last night who was definitely a screamer.”
Annoyed with his teasing, you make to get out of the bed, but he tugs you back and wraps his arms around your waist. “Ok, that was a stupid move,” he admits. “I’m sorry.” He places a kiss on your shoulder as you relax into his embrace.
The two of you have been dancing around your attraction for each other for a couple months now and you’d avoided temptation until last night when your blind date had failed to show up at the restaurant near Ferg’s. You’d gone to the bar for no reason other than the fact that you’d gotten dressed up and you hadn’t been ready to go home.
Frank had been at the bar, of course, and he’d bought you a drink after you’d told him about your failed date. One drink had let to two drinks, three had led to a night cap at his place that hadn’t included a fifth drink. Instead, the two of you had gone straight to his bedroom, tearing off each other’s clothing as you’d gone and then he had rocked your world. Multiple times.
“We should do this again,” he tells you.
“Only if you’re the one getting pounded into,” you retort.
Frank laughs behind you. “While that does sound like fun,” he says. “I meant, we should go out together again. Or rather, we should go out together.”
“Wait,” you say, rolling over to look at him. “You want to go out with me? And not just to have more sex?”
Frank nods his head and says, “I really like you and I want to get to know you better.”
You smile and then roll your eyes when he adjusts the blankets so your breasts get uncovered. He laughs as you shove him and get out of the bed with a huff.
“I’m sorry, honestly,” he says as he watches you get dressed. “I swear. You’re just -”
You cut him off with a kiss to his lips and then you push him back against the bed. “I think our first few dates should be with Mary and maybe Roberta there as chaperones,” you tell him and then wink. “If you can behave yourself, maybe I’ll let you have all of this again.” You gesture to your body and then blow him a kiss, leaving the room as he falls back against the mattress with a groan.
I will be taking prompts until tomorrow, Friday, October 20th, so there is still time to submit a prompt!
For Promptober 11. Trick or treating Chris and Ellie with ALL of their kids! (and maybe dogs! lol)
Leave it to you to want the whole enchilada @heather-lynn! But I loved this prompt and I love the story that I came up with for it. So enjoy the nerds and their offspring!
This drabble features Chris Evans and my original character Ellie from The Chris & Ellie Series, which is posted on my writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans. This drabble takes place in December 2018 October 2026.
Title: A Very Evans Halloween
Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer-Evans (OFC)
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Chris Evans held his three-year-old son in his arms as his older two boys walked at his sides. He couldn’t help but notice the amused faces of the people they passed on their way to the birthing center. He’d been too tired to argue with the boys over their desire to wear their costumes to the hospital, so he’d let them.
His oldest son, Tommy, was dressed as some character from a TV show he liked while Marcus, the former middle child, was dressed up like Spider-Man. Scottie, the youngest of the Evans boys and the new middle child, was dressed up as Woody from Toy Story, a costume that his older brothers and his older cousins had also worn at one point.
The four Evans boys were on their way to see the three Evans girls, Chris’s wife Ellie and the newest additions to their family: Stephanie, who’d been born shortly before midnight on the 29th of October and Penelope, who’d been born shortly after midnight on the 30th of October. They’d been born a mere 10 minutes apart, but they each had their own birthday.
The boys had met their baby sisters yesterday, after school, but they hadn’t gotten to spend much time with them due to Ellie’s fatigue and the fact that the boys weren’t known for their ability to be quiet.
Today was Saturday and Halloween, though, so Chris had taken the boys out to breakfast before taking them to the hospital. He planned to stay for a couple hours, or until they became too rowdy, and then take them to Ellie’s parents where they’d spent the last couple of nights.
What he hadn’t planned for was his oldest son, Tommy, stopping at the hallway across from where they had to turn to get to the birthing center.
“Dad,” he said, catching Chris’s attention. “That’s the children’s wing, right?”
Turning to look at the bright decorations that he knew were to bring cheer to an otherwise sad place, he said, “Yes. It is.”
“And the kids there,” Tommy paused, trying to collect his thoughts. “They don’t get to leave to go Trick or Treating, do they?”
Chris shook his head sadly in reply.
“That’s what I thought,” Tommy said, softly. Turning away from the hallway, he remained silent as they made their way to the room where Ellie and the twins were staying.
He remained quiet and somber after greeting his mom and seeing the sleeping forms of his baby sisters. He loved trick or treating and didn’t think it was fair that the kids in the hospital didn’t get to do it. Then a thought occurred to him and he looked up.
“Dad,” he said, catching Chris’s attention. “Can we throw a Halloween party for the kids here?” He knew he’d caught his parents off guard with the question, but he thought it was important. “We do it at Christmas,” he continued. “Why can’t we do one today? Here?”
Chris studied his oldest son for a moment before saying, “I don’t know if we can pull it off today. We have to get permission first.”
“I think I can help with that,” a nurse said from the doorway. “I’m sorry. I overheard your son’s idea and it sounded like a fantastic idea.” She glanced at the door. “Might be a few families in this wing as well that would want to take part.”
With the nurse’s assistance, they had the ok for a party within the hour and Chris found himself thrown into the planning for the party. With Ellie watching Scottie (with the nurses who found the three-year-old charming), Chris and the older boys went to the store to buy both candy and toys after he’d called his in-laws to get their help with the party.
Less than three hours later, Chris pushed Ellie, sitting in a wheelchair, down to the party. In addition to the treats, he and his boys had grabbed as many masks, wigs and easy to put on costumes for the kids as they could. That had been Marcus’s idea and Chris had never been more proud of his sons.
The impromptu Halloween party had been a success, when it was all said and done. Their boys had been on their best behavior and had made sure everyone had had a good time. They had even led a train of their new friends around the floor trick or treating at each open door, sometimes getting candy from a volunteer and sometimes giving candy or toys to the kids that were too ill to get out of bed.
Leaning back in his chair, a few hours later, Chris smiled at the memories. His boys had been in their element today and he’d heard them planning next year’s Halloween party when they’d left with their grandparents earlier. Looking down at the sleeping twins in his arms, he smile grew. His two precious baby girls were going to grow up with three very caring older brothers.
Prompting is now closed. Thank you to everyone who has submitted a prompt (or more)!
