The Speech

The Speech

Chris x reader (plus surprise Marvel dad!) 

Rating: T

You knew it was cliché but, today had been perfect.

 With a content sigh escaping your lips, you took a sip of the champagne that was placed before you. The simple action caused your engagement ring to move under the light, catching your attention as you then focused on the new band that was just added hours ago. The smile on your face grew as you slowly retracted your hand, placing it atop your white dress as you began to fiddle with the ring, pulling it off to read the inscription once more. Before you could turn it over and see the engraved letters, Chris’ hand stopped you, leaning close to whisper the words softly in your ear.

“You’re in my arms,” He paused, taking a moment to take off his own ring and place it in your hand, showing you the inscription that accompanied yours.

“And all the world is calm.”

As his hot breath hit against your skin, you blushed, quickly putting your ring back where it belonged before moving onto his lap. His arms immediately wound themselves around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he continued to whisper in your ear.

“I love you so much Mrs. Evans.” With that, he kissed your shoulder softly, breaking the embrace briefly to put his own ring back. You smiled, savoring the moment as you turned to kiss him softly.

Well, you savored it until the squeal of the microphone filled the air, forcing you and the most of the guests to cringe at the noise.

“Excuse me. If I could just get a moment of your time…”

With a shake of your head, you chuckled, letting your father take the reigns to finally reveal the speech he’s been bragging about for months. With the insistence that it would be the best, he demanded to be the first to speak, earning the full attention of everyone to say what you hoped wouldn’t be too embarrassing.

“Hi. My name is Paul Rudd, (y/n)’s amazing father. I just want to start off by saying (y/n) and Chris…you’re welcome. Without me, you two wouldn’t be married.” He paused, patting himself on the back while the rest of the guests laughed.

“We all know Evans over here is the self-righteous Captain America. About three years ago, I was asked to be in Captain America’s third film, Civil War. Naturally, I had to accept due to my Marvel contract but on a personal aspect, I was ecstatic. I mean, this guy is Captain America! You think that fanboy moment in the film was scripted? Hell no! That was all me.”

Chris laughed at the memory, squeezing you tighter in the process. You couldn’t help but chuckle as well, rolling your eyes at your dad as he took a moment to let the laughs from the crowd pass before starting once more.

“Anyways, back to the point. (Y/n), my marvel obsessed daughter, begged to come with me on set. Of course, I agreed.” There it was, the start of ‘embarrassing (y/n) Rudd…now (y/n) Evans.’ On the projector behind him, Paul pulled up a picture of you, dressed head to toe with everything Marvel themed. From the Captain America t-shirt to the Iron Man themed shoes, it seemed only to add to the excited grin on your face as you stood beside the Avengers poster at the theaters. With a groan, you looked down, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks.

Yes, you still wore all of those things but did they really need to make an appearance at your wedding?

“Sorry (y/n). You know I had to. Besides, can’t everyone see how happy she was here? She was just going to see the movie then. Imagine how excited she was when she was actually on set?” He paused, laughing to himself before shaking his head, trying to get to the point of his whole speech.

“One day, I had insisted that (y/n) try on the Ant-Man suit. It was great. It was way too big on her but she still couldn’t help but be excited, pretending to act like my character, Scott Lang. Being like any generic dad, I had to get a picture. As I ran off to get my phone, Chris came over. The big idiot thought (y/n) was me. Granted, the helmet was on but come on man! She looks nothing like me!”

Once more, he pointed towards the screen, showing the picture he took later on. With the suit still on, you posed for the camera, trying to act heroic, as you had seen many of your superhero idols do.

“Dad!” You blushed as you realized that you yelled aloud. You moved one hand, covering your mouth in shock as you saw everyone turn to look at you.

Paul, trying to help, raised his hands in defense and brought the attention back to himself once more. “I’m sorry (y/n). That’s the last picture. I promise. Besides, I don’t want any distractions for the rest of the story. Let me tell you everyone, this is where it gets good.”

Crisis diverted. As you begged your heart to calm its erratic pace, Chris helped, rubbing your arms lightly as he began to leave kisses along your neck. As you melted into his embrace once more, you sighed, whispering your gratitude to your husband before turning back to your still talking father.

“-was going on and on about the scene we just filmed. Then, as he started talking about the next scene, relaying the information of what was to be done, (y/n) just played along. Meanwhile, I was watching from afar, trying the best I could to not laugh as my daughter succeeded in tricking the gullible Chris Evans. Finally, she lifted the mask, a smirk on her face as she finally spoke to the man. A man, might I add, who she had a big crush on since his first film as the star spangled super soldier. I’ll never forget what she said. I mean, how could I? Without waiting, she placed a hand on her hip, looking him straight in the eye, and said…” He paused, copying what you had done before finally lifting the microphone and saying your retort word for word.

“Man, for being Captain America you’re not very perceptive, are you? But it wasn’t the words that killed it guys. It was Evans’ face. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open, and I’ll admit it for you Chris, he blushed the deepest shade of red I’ve ever seen! He began to stutter, apologizing to (y/n) until he finally began to laugh. Classic Chris laugh too. His hand went for his left boob as it finally sank in that he, the infamous prankster, was tricked. As an apology, he asked her out for dinner, had to go through her protective father, and here we are! So (y/n), Chris…you’re welcome.”

He laughed alongside the crowd as he moved to the bag that you didn’t notice was beside him. With the bag now tightly in his hand, he beckoned for you to come over, forcing you away from Chris. With a proud smile, he brought the microphone to his lips once more, his voice growing soft as you could see the unshed tears building in his eyes.

“(Y/n), I give you a hard time but I couldn’t be more proud of you. You went from my little girl to a grown lady with a goal to change the world. And I know you will. You’re smart, kind, and anyone would be lucky to know you. All I want is for you to be happy and I know you found that with Chris. He’s a great guy and I know he’ll take of you.” With a kiss to your cheek, he finally pulled away, making a dramatic bow to the crowd to hide the emotions you knew he was trying to suppress.

Before he could leave though, you pulled him into a tight hug. You tried to hide your own tears but the crack in your voice was proof enough as you spoke to your father.

“Thank you dad. I love you.”

A small choking noise escaped his lips as he quickly reciprocated your hug, pulling you in tight as he whispered the last phrase back to you. Finally, he pulled away, pushing you towards your husband before he no doubt went to another room to calm down. Well, not before slipping the bag into your hand though.

You quickly went back to Chris’ open arms. With no hesitation, you tried to the best of your ability to straddle his lap. Your hands going to his cheeks, you pulled him close for a kiss as his own hands started to soothingly rub your back. Finally pulling apart, he smiled, wiping the tears that had finally landed on your cheeks as he spoke softly.

“You know he’s right. Without him, we wouldn’t have met.”

He leaned down, reaching for the bag and placing it on your lap. With shaking hands, you reached in, pulling out the Ant-man helmet that started it all. With the new reminder of how you met Chris, you let out a choked laugh as you nodded, running your hand over the mask before meeting Chris’ eyes. Unable to find the words that you wanted to say, you simply nodded again before pressing your lips to his once more.

Thank you Dad.

Little Moments

Chris x Reader

Rating: K

Warning: This was made late at night and probably has a bunch of errors! SUPER FLUFFY!

Author’s Note: I don’t know what to write! I thought of this and just went with it...

Plus, I tried experimenting with this story. Hopefully it’s okay! 

In the story, (y/d/n) is older than the gif but I couldn’t resist adding it. This is by far one of my favorites gifs of Chris.

“Daddy! Daddy, look!”

The soft cries of your daughter carried across the lawn as she ran closer towards your husband, the sparkler still held firmly in her hand. Her pigtails bouncing with each step, she finally stopped before him as the sparkler flashed before her blue eyes, highlighting the evident excitement that was found within her widened gaze. With reassurance that Chris was watching, she stepped back, twirling in a circle as the light followed her every move, causing her to squeal in delight at the ‘design’ she had just made.

Of course, her father was quick to join in the laughter, quickly pulling out his phone as he begged her to do it again. With a quick nod, she did, yelling throughout the process that she was trying to make Captain America’s shield. Yet despite the odd scribbles that lit the night from (y/d/n) attempt, Chris only encouraged her, proclaiming with excitement that he could see the star in the middle as she did the final touches. As she stopped, her smile grew at her father’s words. She fidgeted in place as she then asked what she should draw next for everyone to see.

But as Chris quickly put away his phone and began to kneel before her, (y/d/n) shrieked. Tears quickly sprung into her eyes as she watched the sparks reach closer to her skin, waiting for the moment when the once fun object would harm her. Suddenly, with a toss of her hand, she threw it away, letting it hit the grass behind her as she leaped forward into the safe embrace of her father.

Pudgy arms wrapped around his neck as he quickly kissed her head, pulling them both off the ground as he soothed her cries. His hands rubbing her back, he glanced up at you, his eyes flashing with worry and amusement before he softly began to whisper into her ear.

As his heavy steps came closer to the small blanket that you had laid out, he pulled her away, facing her towards your open embrace that she happily took. Her red, white, and blue (or what she liked to call her ‘Captain America’ dress) fanned around her as she sat on your lap, taking the cookie you offered. Her soft sniffles filled the air as she nibbled on the treat, trying to calm her racing heart from what she no doubt thought was a near death experience.

With your arms wrapped tightly around her, you lay your head against your husband’s shoulder, kissing his neck lightly as you spoke softly against his skin. 

“Thank you for doing this.”

Chris laughed, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull the two of you in close before using the other hand to lift your chin up. His lips quickly found yours, reveling in the small moment of peace before your daughter interrupted. With a few quick pecks after, he leaned his forehead against yours, a wide grin on his face as his eyes stayed focused on your panting lips.

“Don’t thank me for spending time with my family. You know there’s no place I’d rather be.”

His words caused your smile to grow, matching his as you both turned towards the impatient little girl that lay between you. With the sparkler incident forgotten, her eyes stayed glued to the sky, surprisingly ignoring the two of you as she waited for the first spark of light to make its way into the dark night. Finally, after a few moments, she huffed, looking back as a pout spread across her lips.

“How much longer mommy?”

“Soon love. Why don’t you blow out the candles while you wait?”

She pulled away from you, leaning over to blow each candle out. Her loud attempts made you laugh as you watched her quickly back away as each candle was out, avoiding the smoke before moving on to the next.

On her hands and knees, she paused before blowing out the last one. A soft fizz sounded behind her as the first bright flame took over the sky, cracking loudly as a burst of green erupted. The candle forgotten, she quickly scrambled to her feet, standing before the blanket as she tilted her head up, watching as green mixed with red, blue, and white to create a sequence of designs.

Leaning over, you blew out the last candle before grasping (y/d/n) in your arms. With quick reassurance that she’d see better, you lay her down between you and Chris, moving to meet her on the ground as she began to point out each new firework. You giggled alongside your daughter as she tried to think of what each one reminded her of. Each circle was different, despite their similarities.

“Mommy, that one’s a beach ball!”

“That one’s a lily pad!”

Soon, Chris and you started naming a few as well, watching with smiles on the both of your faces as your daughter quickly agreed, moving onto the next one before it disappeared.

As the pattern continued, you looked over her head, watching as Chris focused on the small girl as his smile grew wider with every word she said while he nodded along to each proclamation. As you gazed down at your daughter, you couldn’t help but follow Chris’ actions, kissing the side of her head as she began to ramble, the finale of the show sending her into a whirlwind of emotions as she tried to keep up with the excitement.

One hand had found its way over to Chris, squeezing it softly as you closed your eyes, focusing on (y/d/n)’s voice as a silent sigh left your lips.

You couldn’t wait for more memories like this.

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Happy Birthday, you precious Dorito. 😙

Happy Birthday Chris Evans! (June 13th, 1981)

Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man.