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And here it is… story #25. The very last one. Thank you to everyone who has helped me celebrate reaching 1000 followers here on Tumblr. You are all loved and appreciated! 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: Chocolate
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
Prompt #: 22 - “Once again, I’ve been lured away by the promise of chocolate.”
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
To celebrate the last days of summer, you, Steve and your four kids had planned a small camp out in the backyard of your house in Upstate New York, a few miles from the Avenger Compound. The kids, your 11-year-old daughter, your 9-year-old son, your 7-year-old son and your 5-year-old daughter, had all been excited about the staycation. Maybe even a little too excited given that school was just around the corner for them all, but you hadn’t given it much thought.
The younger kids had helped Steve setup two tents while your older daughter had helped you make dinner; hot dogs, macaroni and cheese, and fresh vegetables. Once the tents, one deemed the boys’ tent and the other the girls’, you all sat down at the picnic table on the patio to eat.
After dinner was cleaned up, the six of you spent the last hour of daylight playing outside. Then you ushered the kids into the house to change into warm pajamas, knowing it would get cold now that the sun had set, while Steve started a fire in the firepit that he and your boys had built in preparation for this weekend.
When the kids returned, you handed them each a marshmallow roaster with two marshmallows on it for s'mores.
“Don’t eat all the chocolate this time, mom,” your oldest son teased. Then to Steve, explained, “When we were little, mom would eat all the chocolate bars before we could make the s'mores.”
“Can’t say I blame her for that,” Steve said with a chuckle. “Sometimes is the answer to all of life’s problems.”
“That’s what dad used to say,” your oldest daughter replied. “He used to tease mom about it, but he always had another candy bar or two hidden away for s'mores.”
You smiled at the memories and realized that it didn’t hurt as much as it had before to think of your late husband. The two of you had been high school sweethearts and had planned to send the rest of your lives together. Sadly, he’d been diagnosed with cancer when you’d been pregnant with your youngest and had passed away just after she turned one. You and the kids had spent three years following his death, dealing with the pain and loss. Some days had been good and some days had been bad, but you had made it through.
Then you had met Steve, who had dealt with more than his own share of grief. Neither you nor he had been prone to finding joy in life, but somehow, together, the two of you found your laughters again.
Your kids seemed to find their laughter, too, after you found yours. And despite the advice you’d received from family and friends, you hadn’t waited to introduce them to Steve early on in your relationship with him. The five of you were a packaged deal and you wanted to make sure he knew that.
In the end, it had been the best decision of your life. Steve and your kids had taken to each other quickly and he hadn’t tried to replace their dad. In fact, he’d asked you about their dad and, in turn, helped you keep the memory of your late husband alive for the kids. It wasn’t uncommon for one of the older kids to mention something about their dad or tell their younger sister about the dad she’d never gotten to know.
Sharing your world with Steve had also opened the door to him sharing his life with you. His fellow Avengers had become aunts and uncles to the kids and, while he didn’t live with you guys, it wasn’t uncommon for him to bring an Avenger or two home with him for a home cooked meal.
As if the thought of his fellow Avengers had summoned them, a loud whistle cut through the still night air and the kids all shouted, “UNCLE SAM!”
“What am I?” Bucky’s voice asked as he followed Sam down the steps of the house. “Chopped liver?”
“Hi Uncle Bucky,” the kids echoed with a laugh.
“That’s more like it,” he said as he picked up your five-year-old and sat down in her chair with her on her lap. “Want some help with your marshmallows, munchkin?”
“Can you make it big?” the little girl asked.
“Definitely,” Bucky promised.
“Bet Uncle Sam could make a bigger one,” your 9-year-old stated.
“Challenge accepted,” Bucky and Sam declared after glaring across the fire at each other.
You and Steve shook your heads while his two best friends tried to find the best roasting locations.
“Shall we go inside and make some hot chocolate?” Steve suggested to you. “Pretty sure the kids are good for awhile.”
“Sounds good,” you replied before handing the bag of marshmallows to your oldest daughter. “You can each have two more marshmallows. But no one is allowed to have more than 4 to eat, got it?”
“Got it,” she responded, not taking her eyes off the roasting battle.
“They’re going to be all sugared up and sick to their stomachs, aren’t they?” you asked Steve as the two of you made your way into the house.
“Probably,” Steve said with a laugh. “I can take care of the boys though. They’ll be easier than the drunk soldiers I helped in the war.”
Stopping at the screen door into the house, you turned and gave Steve a short kiss. “I love you,” you told him. “And I love that you love my kids.”
“I love them like they are my own,” he told you. “I would do anything for them and for you.”
“I know and we’d do the same for you,” you said, squeezing his hand.
He opened the door for you and the two of you went into the kitchen.
“I’ll grab the milk and a pot,” he offered. “You grab the chocolate milk powder.”
Opening the pantry, you locate the canister of hot chocolate, but freeze when you see a ring box sitting on top of it.
You choked back a laugh as you reached a shaky hand out to grab the velvet box. Your hand wrapped around it and you pulled it back to your chest, clutching it against your heart.
“Is now a bad time to tell you it’s just earrings?” he teased as he carefully takes the box from your fingers.
Automatically, you turn towards him and find yourself unable to make out his features thanks to your teary eyes as he kneels before you.
“I love you,” he said, taking your left hand in his much larger ones. “You brought sunshine to my bleak life. I love your children and I want to help you raise them to be the women and men that you and your late husband wanted them to be. I want to grow old, well older, with you.”
You both chuckled at his words. While he looked like he was in his mid to late 30’s, he was really over a 100 years old, while you, in fact, were in your late 30’s.
“I love you,” he said again. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” you replied, nodding your head.
He opened the box, revealing a simple yet beautiful diamond ring. He slipped it onto your left ring finger before he stood up and kissed you.
The sound of a voice clearing behind you, brought the two of you back to the real world and you turned to find your kids, Bucky and Sam standing in the dining room grinning at the two of you.
“I take it she said yes?” Bucky asked with a grin.
“She said yes,” Steve confirmed.
A cheer erupted from the kids and they raced into the kitchen for a group hug.
In the midst of the celebration, you started to put two and two together: the kids’ excitement over camping out in the backyard and Sam and Bucky’s sudden appearance.
“You were all in on this, weren’t you?” you asked. Seven happy faces just grinned back at you. Shaking your head, you said, “How did you know it would work?”
“Everyone knows you can’t say no to chocolate, mom,” your oldest daughter stated. “In any form.”
“Looks like, once again, I’ve been lured away by the promise of chocolate,” you said, making them all laugh. Your eyes locked with Steve’s and you smiled. “But the outcome was even better than chocolate.”
“Speaking of chocolate, are we still having hot chocolate?” Bucky asked. “Cause that sounds good.”
A cup of hot chocolate and an hour later, the kids were in their sleeping bags in the tents and Sam and Bucky had returned to the compound, leaving you and Steve alone by the fire. The two of you sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company. You were sure that Sam and Bucky would tell the other Avengers about the engagement and that you and Steve would have to start planning your wedding. But for now, you wanted to do nothing but enjoy your engagement with Steve.
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@sian22redux I’ve spent a half hour at times easily just coming up with a damn title or choosing what song to add my Wattpad post. It’s so silly sometimes to realize the things we obsess over
or where the shadows would fall, what moon phase it is, what plants grow in that locale.. after Private Party I know waaay more about Patagonia than I ever need. *laughs helplesslly and hysterically*
Drabblethon prompt: collecting seashells and pretty rocks along the shore
This is the first drabble for Becca’s on Vacation: Prompt Me! (why the hell do I always choose the long names? 🤦♀️) Anyway. Here is a little somethin’ somethin’ to get this thing going.
p.s. I didn’t plan for the story to go the way it did but I love it and part of it is sort of autobiographical and something I want to do.
Edit: I tried to put half of this under keep reading, but Tumblr on my computer wouldn’t do it. Ugh!
Title: Sea Shell Lamp
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Rating: G
Warnings: n/a (unless you’re like me and cry easily at sentimentale things… then this might make you cry…)
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
Chris Evans held a sparkly, pink bucket in one hand and your hand with the other as you walked down the beach together. Ahead of the two of you, your three-year-old daughter stopped to investigate another cluster of things brought in by the tide.
“Find anything good, bug?” he asked as the two of you stopped by her.
“I find a crab,” the little girl reported, pointing at the small sand crab that changed direction suddenly, scaring her into Chris’s arms. “No pinch me, crab!”
Biting back a laugh, Chris said, “You’re ok, bug. Have you found a shell or rock to put in your bucket?”
His distraction worked and the little girl returned to her search for sea treasure. “Shell!” she exclaimed when spotted what looked like half a mussel shell.
“That’s a pretty one,” Chris said and held out the bucket. “Add it to our collection and that’s find some more.”
“What exactly do you have planned for all those shells you’re making our daughter find?” you asked Chris a few minutes later as the three of you started walking again.
“It’s a secret,” your daughter answered. She pressed her finger to her lips and made a ‘shh’ noise.
That night while you made dinner, Chris and your daughter bent their heads together over the shells picking out the very best ones to keep for their secret project. What remained, they would take back to the beach in the morning and sprinkle for other kids to collect.
It wasn’t until you guys got home from your little beach vacation that you found out what was going on.
Upon coming into the house, Chris had complained that it was stuffy and had asked you to go into the living room and open the sliding door to let air in while he went to do the same in the family room so you could get a nice cross breeze.
Thinking nothing of it, you went into the living room and opened the doors. It wasn’t until you turned around that you saw the new lamp sitting on the end table. Moving to it, you sat down on the couch and stared at the empty, glass base, which instantly took you back to your childhood and a similar lamp that had been at your grandma’s house. As a kid, you’d always wanted to fill it with sea shells.
“Is it the right one?” Chris asked.
Turning to him, you blinked away the tears and nodded your head. “It’s perfect. It’s exactly like hers.”
“Can we put shells in it now?” your daughter asked.
Laughing, you nodded your head and held out your arms to her. With a grin, she ran over and let you pull her into your lap. “Is this why you were collecting sea shells?” you asked.
“Uh huh.” She nodded. “Daddy said we has to find the bestest ones. And that we has to be careful not to break them.”
Thirty minutes later, the three of you sat on the couch admiring the new lamp. Chris had put some sand in the bottom of it to keep the shells off the glass bottom and then one by one, you guys had added the shells. There were only enough to cover the layer of sand, but you knew that had been Chris’s plan. The three of you, and how ever many more children the two of you would be blessed to have, would add a few shells for each and every beach trip you took until, someday, it would be full.
Drabble-thon request: Chris x Reader: they’ve been making plans for 4th of July for months. When the day arrives there’s a powerful storm.
This drabble is for Becca’s July Drabbleathon!
Title: Light Up the Night
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mention of making love
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
The lights are off as you snuggle into Chris’s side for the 4th of July light show outside. There is a flash of light and you can’t help but count the seconds before you hear the crack that accompanies the flash.
“Not a traditional fireworks show,” Chris says as another flash of lightning lights up the sky. “But It sure is beautiful.”
“Relaxing, too,” you add, nodding your head towards to rain splattered window you’re watching the lightning from.
The two of you had planned a big shindig for the Fourth of July, the first holiday since you had moved in with him, but had ultimately rescheduled when the weather service issued a severe weather alert for the day. The weather had been dismal in the morning and had gotten progressively worse during the day.
It had started pouring a couple hours ago and the power had started flickering a short time later, before ultimately going out.
The thunder and lightning storm had started about an hour ago and Chris had put Dodger in his kennel, which was in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom, and put on some calming music to help him through the storm. You had checked on the dog, a few minutes ago, and he had been relaxed in his safe zone.
A quick series of lightning cracks in the sky with the sound echoing around you almost immediately. Chris’s arm tightens around your shoulders as if he is protecting you from the wrath of Mother Nature.
“I wonder what Loki did to piss off Thor,” you say jokingly in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Chris gives you an odd look before it registers and he laughs. “I have a couple ideas, but I’m not at liberty to say,” he replies and mimes zipping his lips with his left hand.
“You’re such a tease,” you tell him before childishly sticking your tongue out at him.
You aren’t sure how it happened, but one second you were on the couch with Chris and the next you are both on the floor. The storm outside acts as a backlight to the sweet, passionate love making that follows.
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Drabble request. Chris x Nikki, skinny dipping at the lake house(s) and maybe getting caught by Scott?
This drabble is for Becca’s July Drabbleathon!
Title: Pranking the Prankster
Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC Nikki Evans
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
“I’m not ready to go in yet,” Nikki said to Chris as he parked the car in front of the lake house they shared with their family. Her parents owned one of the identical, four bedroom lake houses while Chris (and Nikki) co-owned the second with his mom.
With the whole family descending upon the houses for the weekend, Chris and Nikki had taken advantage of the fact that her parents had come up earlier to do the annual check and repair of both houses and had come up early, too, to help. And when her parents had offered to watch the boys while they went out for dinner, Chris and Nikki accepted.
After a quiet dinner at their favorite hole-in-the-wall diner, they were back and the lights were off in both houses, suggesting that everyone was down for the night even though it was just after eleven.
“Do you want to walk by the water for a bit?” Chris asked.
“Sounds perfect,” Nikki said, nodding her head.
The two lake houses were closer to the water, about 300 feet, than they were to the main road, about a half a mile, and surrounded on either side with trees that gave them a private, secluded feel. Perfect for a celebrity, like Chris, wanting to relax with their family.
Taking Nikki’s hand, Chris led her down the path, between the houses, that led to the grassy backyards that became rocky beaches that the lake water lapped against.
They walked quietly to the point on the edge of the property where Mother Nature herself divided their land from their closest neighbors before doubling back. Instead of going straight to the house, they climbed onto the dock and walked down to the edge to admire the night sky.
“It’s the perfect night for a swim,” Chris said wistfully.
“Let’s do it then,” Nikki replied. She was already pulling her sundress off before Chris replied.
“I didn’t mean skinny dipping,” Chris stated, glancing back at the dark houses.
“It’s just us and my parents and their room can’t see the dock,” Nikki reminded him as she dropped the dress on the dock. “You aren’t going to make me do this alone are you?”
Chris rolled his eyes, but began to strip off his clothes, too.
“Run and jump?” Nikki asked.
“Is there another way to jump off the dock?” Chris asked.
They moved their clothes to the shore end of the dock so they’d be easier to collect and then ran one after the other and jumped into the cold lake water.
“Fuck that’s cold!” Chris shouted as after he surfaced. “How’d I let you talk me into this?!”
“Cause you love me,” Nikki said with a laugh. She swam over to him and made to wrap her arms around him as if to kiss him, but instead pushed his head under water.
“That’s it!” Chris cried out as he surfaced spluttering. He swam after Nikki and quickly caught her.
—–
Unbeknownst to them, Chris’s brother Scott had arrived while they had been gone and, upon hearing noises, had come outside to investigate. After being the target of many of Chris’s pranks, Scott couldn’t pass up the opportunity to pay him back when he spotted their clothes at the edge of the dock. He could hear them laughing in the dark and knew that they couldn’t see him moving in the dark. He quickly gathered their clothes, taking a second to take Chris’s cell phone out and leaving it on the dock, before running back to the safety of the house he had to himself for the night since Chris, Nikki and their boys were staying in the other house.
—–
“Ok! Ok!” Chris said with a laugh as Nikki splashed water into his face. “I think it’s time to go inside and take a shower.”
“I like that idea,” Nikki said with a smile. She splashed him in the face and declared, “Last one out is a rotten egg!”
She reached there first, obviously, but when Chris got out of the water, he found her staring at the dock in disbelief.
“What’s wrong?” He asked and then saw exactly what was wrong. “Where are our clothes?”
Wordlessly, Nikki handed him his cell phone and the message from his brother:
Hope you enjoyed your swim!
“Asshole,” Chris muttered. “Jokes on him though, we filled up the towel closet this afternoon.”
They quickly found out that the joke was still on them, when they opened the closet and found it empty.
“I’m going to kill him,” Chris muttered. “It’s one thing to prank me, but to include you!”
“Um about that,” Nikki said, laughing nervously. “This might be partially a retaliation against me on his part… he went to one of the swimming holes with Dana and I once and we may have stolen his clothes after daring him…”
Chris gave her a look that expressed his pride in her prank but also dismay. “Alrighty, that means you get to be the one to go inside and get towels from the bathroom,” he told her.
“Why me?” Nikki asked. “You only have one part to hide! You’ve played way more pranks on him than I have!”
“You can wear this and cover everything,” Chris said, pulling an extra large life jacket from one of the hooks in another part of the closet.
“I should leave you out here all night,” Nikki told him as she put on the life jacket. She could tell by where the breeze coming off the water hit her wet skin that it didn’t cover everything. Thankfully, she knew she just had to slip into the laundry room and grab towels out of the closet in there.
It wasn’t until after they had showered and were getting into bed that Chris sent his brother a text.
I don’t know how, when or how, but I will get you back.
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