Like most of my drabbles, I started this one with no clue where it was going to go and let the characters lead me. I like where it ended up. 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: Hot & Cold
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, angst
Prompt #: 28 - “The truth? I like you. A lot. You make me happy, you make me laugh. You’re smart, you’re different. You’re a little crazy, but your smile alone can make my day.” (Bonus prompt #4 - “Get out of this house, my life and don’t ever return!”)
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You’d had it with Chris and his confusing hot and cold reaction to you. Sometimes, you felt like he was being flirty with you and that he liked you. And then the next time you saw him, it was like the two of you were just acquaintances. It drove you crazy, wondering if he liked you or not.
Your original plan had been to just ignore him when you were in social settings, especially since the two of you had too many mutual friends to even try and avoid him completely. That had worked a couple times, but then he’d shown up at your house with some friends for a barbeque and had gotten really flirty with you.
It might have been the beers the two of you’d had that evening or maybe it had been inevitable, but he’d stayed the night and the two of you had slept together. You’d woken up the next morning with a headache, but also with the hope that you and Chris had gotten past the awkwardness.
Then he’d come into your kitchen dressed and acting like the two of you hadn’t fucked each other’s brains out.
Something in you snapped then and you’d shoved him as you screamed, “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, MY LIFE AND DON’T EVER RETURN!”
Bigger than you, he’d managed to wrap you up in his arms so you couldn’t fight him and demanded to know what the fuck was going on.
Seething, you’d vented to him, accusing him of leading you on again and again. You ended by calling him a no good playboy.
By the time you’d finished spilling your guts, he was mad at you. He let go of you and pushed you into a chair at your dining table. Then he got in your face and said, “You want the truth?”
He didn’t wait for you to answer before he continued, “I like you. A lot. You make me happy, you make me laugh. You’re smart, you’re different. You’re a little crazy, but your smile alone can make my day.”
Your anger sobered, you said, “You like me?”
“Is that all you got out of that?” he asked.
“I heard the other stuff,” you assured him. “But you like me?”
“I like you a lot,” he repeated. “So much so that it drives me fucking crazy sometimes. I see you with our friends and there are sometimes all I want to do is steal you away and just be alone with you. Those are the days I have to distance myself to avoid temptation.”
“I like you a lot, too,” you told him. “And I wouldn’t mind spending more time alone with you.”
A heart beat later, you found yourself in his arms with his lips pressed against your own. He lifted you with ease and then carried you back to your bedroom for some more alone time.
First hope you enjoy your vacay!! Could you do a prompt with Chris & Ellie(they are my fave) PG-13 and the prompt would be summer theme of anything you can come up with 💕
So I’ve spent the morning packing and I’m am notorious overpacker… and since Ellie is from the same part of the world as me and she grew up going to the Oregon coast as well, I decided to make her an overpacker, too, much to Chris’s amusement!
So here is another sort of autobiographical drabble before I attempt to go edit the next Chris and Ellie episode to be posted over on @theycallmebeccawrites before I leave for vacation on Tuesday. 🤞
If you’re not familiar with Chris & Ellie, they are the main characters of my work in progress called The Chris & Ellie Series. You can check out their masterlist for more info.
Title: Packing
Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC (Ellie Spencer-Evans)
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
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June 30, 2019
Chris laid on the bed with his hands behind his head as he watched with amusement as Ellie packed for a week long trip to the coast. He’d learned early on in their relationship that she was a notorious overpacker, but watching her pack never failed to amuse him.
“Do you think two pairs of jeans is enough?” she asked. “I don’t have much experience with summer on the Atlantic coast.”
“It will be fine,” Chris assured her all the while resisting the urge to tease her. At least until she tossed a fourth sweatshirt onto the mountain of clothes on their bed. “You know we’re only going to be gone for a week, right? You don’t need to bring everything in your closet.”
Ellie turned from the dresser where she was pulling out panties and flipped him off. “Don’t complain to me when you are too hot or too cold,” she told him in her best mom tone.
Unable to help it, Chris started laughing and only laughed harder when Ellie tossed a pair of panties in his face.
“Don’t you have something better to do than harass me?” she sighed.
“No,” he replied with a grin, once he had sobered.
“Fine, then I’ll give you a task,” Ellie told him. “Go pick out clothes for Tommy for this week. I’ll review and pack them.”
Knowing it would take something off of her mental to do list, Chris pulled himself up and crossed the room, pausing to give her a big kiss before he left. He slipped into the nursery next door and smiled when he saw his almost five month old son fast asleep in his crib.
The baby had inherited Chris’s ability to sleep anywhere and everywhere, which was a blessing to his parents. It meant that Chris was easily able to see as he went through the dresser looking for things to pack, assuming it would be as easy as packing for himself.
However, Chris soon found himself finding a reason to pack every onesie, footie pajamas and everything in between. The only thing he knew for certain the baby wouldn’t need were the dress pants and bow tie he’d worn to a wedding a couple weeks earlier. By the time he left the bedroom, the basket he’d snagged on the way in was nearly overflowing.
Entering his and Ellie’s room, he saw Ellie’s mouth drop open in surprise before she started to snicker.
“Oh shut up,” he muttered but even he found the situation amusing.
Just got caught up on chapter 49&50 and they were fantastic!! This is the longest I have kept up with a fan fiction but yours is like a well written novel and can't get enough!!
thank you so much! this means so much to me, and it makes me so incredibly happy to hear. i can’t thank you enough for reading it! 💖💖
