I Am Home

“I am Home”

Rating: PG

Warnings: Angst and Mediocre writing

(GIF, like always, is not mine) 

Author’s Note: Long time no see, huh? I’ve been dying to write again and while this first attempt isn’t great, it’s a start. This is #63 from a recent prompt list I reblogged onto my page. Please feel free to leave a number in my inbox with one of the characters I’ll write for. I’d love some inspiration!

You were a fool.

From the moment Steve volunteered to return the stones, you had assumed he’d come back. That he’d back in a few seconds and sweep you up in his arms before you both helped the world recover from Thanos.

You hoped that he’d choose the life he made with you.

Yet as you fiddled with your wedding ring, leaning against the wall by the open door, your heart broke as you overheard your husband and Bucky talk on the other side.

“You’re really going back to return all those stones?” Bucky asked, leaning against the counter as he watched Steve fasten his gloves. His feet fiddled with some of the damage from the recent fight, his eyes focused on the floor to hide his sullen expression. “Someone has to Buck. I know the locations of where to return the stones and honestly? I don’t think any of the others are fit to do this right now.” Steve sighed, running his hand through his hair as he leaned down to fix his boots next.

Bucky paused. “You’re not coming back, are you?”

“What are you talking about?” Steve finally looked up, watching as Bucky did too to reveal his bloodshot eyes.

“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it. You have the chance to go back and have a life with her. She’s the love of your life, Steve.” It broke your heart that he didn’t object. Or at least, you didn’t think he did as the room went quiet. You almost jumped when Bucky finally spoke up again. “You deserve a happy ending Steve. You’ve done enough for this time. It’s about time you went back to yours.”

Once again, the silence killed you. You felt like your heart stopped as you painstakingly waited for Steve to speak. Whether to confirm or deny it, you just needed to know. You needed to prepare yourself for a world without your husband. You held your breath as you counted the seconds until someone would speak and break the tension that seemed to haunt the room and the hallway where you were.

“Stop being ridiculous Bucky.” Steve finally said. But his voice was flat, completely unlike the one you came to love. Steve’s voice that you knew was full of conviction, truth laced in each word. Whether it was to save the world or to promise you that he’d be home for Thursday pizza movie nights, you never once doubted him. But this time, you faltered and obviously Bucky did too as he sighed again.

“Whatever you say pal. I’ll see you over there.”

You needed to go. You didn’t want them to catch you eavesdropping. But you stood frozen in your spot. The tears raced down your face as a hand flew over your mouth to hide the sobs. Your ring scraped over your lips, as if reminding you of all the precious memories you had and the ones you would lose the opportunity to experience if he chose to leave you behind.

Bucky froze when you saw you on the other side. He didn’t alert Steve of your presence though. Instead, his arm wrapped over your shoulders as he steered you away while he whispered words of comfort in your ear. But nothing helped. The only thing that could would be to see the man you loved return back with an empty briefcase and a smile on his face.

***

The three of you were silent as Bruce and Steve discussed the details of the mission. Sam had been oblivious just like you had been, hands tucked into his pockets as he waited nearby. But you and Bucky knew better. Bucky hovered near the end of the clearing, hands tucked into his pockets while you...you didn’t know what to do. You stood next to the platform, struggling to find the strength to speak when Steve finally came your way. You were losing him. What could you say?

It all happened so fast though. The briefcase was locked, Mjolnir was picked up, and in just a few moments Steve was standing by your side. A small smile was on his face as he took your hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss it gently.

“Why the long face, doll? I’ll be back before you know it.” Lies. But you couldn’t say it as tears welled up in your ears. It felt hard to breath as he gently placed his hand against your cheek. You held it tighter against your skin and savored the feeling. With shaky hands, you finally took his hand and kissed his wedding ring.

“I hope I made you happy. Even if it was just for a small amount of time.” Steve looked at you in confusion.

“Doll, I don’t understand.” He said, letting out a weak chuckle as he pulled you close against him. “Is this another one of your song references? Because now really isn’t the time.”

You just shook his head, trying to force a smile on your face. “I love you.”

Steve smiled. “I love you too. Always.” He kissed your forehead before he finally let go. You missed his touch, your arms instinctively reaching out to grab for him before they fell limp against your side. No. There was nothing you could do to change his mind. Not when his best girl was waiting for him.

As he finally took a step onto the platform, he shot you one last smile before he disappeared. Then there was nothing. You were nothing. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you stepped away from the scene, venturing off towards the nearby lake to clear your head.

Steve had left you. He left the life he made with you. It made you feel insecure. Did you mean that little to him? You’ve been with him since the attack on New York but it meant nothing compared to the little time he spent with his precious Peggy. But you didn’t blame him. She was perfect. Unlike you. The bitter thoughts in your head kept repeating your insecurities, the panic attack that hit you making it hard to breath.

You didn’t even hide the tears as you fell to your knees, clutching the grass as you struggled to catch your breath. You missed him. You missed everything about him and it was too late. It was too late to tell him to stay. It was too late to tell him how much you needed him.

How quickly you crumbled apart without him. As you still struggled with your thoughts, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Quickly, you shook it off as you tried and failed to wipe the tears from your face.

“Leave me alone Bucky.” But it wasn’t his voice that said your name next. You gasped as you whipped your head around. It was like seeing Steve after years apart and not trusting your legs, you remained sitting there, looking at him in shock. Your mouth was wide open, your eyes wide as you struggled to speak.

“You thought I’d stay?” He asked, kneeling beside you as he gently helped wipe your eyes. Your silence was enough of an answer as he weakly chuckled, leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours. “How could I leave my best girl?”

It was then that you pulled away, constantly shaking your head as you struggled to put some distance between you two. “Best girl? No Peggy was. Is.” You paused, trying desperately to speak despite the pounding in your head. “You could have stayed in the past. You could have gone home.”

Steve couldn’t stand the distance. He pulled you close, not that you objected, holding you tight as he looked in your eyes. His voice was firm, the same truthful tone was back as he leaned closer to whisper against your lips.

“Love, I am home.”

Can you do a Peter Parker x reader one-shot where the reader is the female version of Johnny Storm/The Human Torch and she enrolls in Peter’s high school and the other guys at school don’t know she’s dating someone and ask her out and she rejects them all and then to prove Peter’s hers, she passionately kisses him in front of everyone and she decides to be cheeky and grabs Peter’s butt with heated hands and Peter’s a blushing mess because she has never touched him like that before? No smut

Thank you for the request! I really appreciate it! 

At the moment, I’m only writing stories for:

Steve Rogers

Chris Evans

Johnny Storm

Frank Adler 

I’m thinking of adding more characters later but for now, if you have a suggestion for those four, please feel free to leave me a message! 

Meeting with the Enemy

 Ransom Drysdale/Thrombey x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, spoilers, angst, and late night writing/editing. 

(Picture is not mine) 

Author’s Note: Anon suggested I write an imagine using prompts from a list I’ve been using recently with a scenario of the reader going to visit Ransom once he’s caught. I meant to use the prompts but well...this happened. I used the scenario but I completely forgot about the prompts! I got so caught in this version of Ransom that I lost track of my main goal. :( SORRY! I’ll be sure to use them soon though. Maybe for a part 2? Though a part 2 will have just as much angst as this one. I don’t want to reveal too much of what happens though! I hope you like what I came up with!

When you told your friends and family that you were going to be a Drysdale, you heard a lot of predictions from them. 

“He’s going to cheat on you. I give it a month before you find him in bed with another woman.” 

“He’ll divorce you. Better take advantage of that wealth while you can. I heard the Drysdales are known for their vicious pre-nups.”  

“He just wants you to have his kid. Or kids. He’ll just want to show off to his family. He won’t really care about them. Are you sure that’s what you want in life? A husband like that?” 

“His family will never accept you. They’ll think you’re a gold digger. Word of advice, be nice to Harlan. I hear he’s the nicest one out of that miserable bunch.” 

You proved them all wrong. 

You had been married to Ransom for three years now. Despite his attitude, he was fiercely loyal. Not once did you doubt marrying the man and on the start of your third year married, he was the one that suggested kids. It wasn’t even a one time remark and for the past three months, you both started to plan the possible new changes in your life. 

Even the Thrombeys and Drysdales liked you. Or well, as much as they could like someone. While they all had their snide comments, they accepted you into the family. You were ‘the woman that could tame the asshole’ and while you were initially insulted by the description, you happily accepted it because at the end of the day, you were the one that got to see a side of your husband that he didn’t show anyone else. One that eagerly waited until you got home, practically launching at you the minute you walked through the door. One that treated you like a queen, in between teasing you, and showed you that he wasn’t that cocky rich kid that everyone else seemed to think he was. 

Yes, you proved them wrong on their accusations but it still wasn’t enough to have a happy life. No one, especially you, guessed that this would happen. 

As you stared straight ahead at the white cement walls, you listened to the loud ticking of the clock, waiting for the door to open. Your bag was handed over to the front desk the minute you checked in and instead of clutching onto that for comfort, you fiddled with the end of your scarf. The one piece of yarn that had already started to unravel only grew worse as you continued to pick at it. Your teeth dug into your lip and the constant tapping of your foot made your knee hit the ice cold metal of the table in front of you. 

How long would they make you wait? It had already been forty minutes. 

You waited another two minutes before you discarded your scarf, throwing it onto the table before hiding your face in your hands. You kept trying to stay calm but it was a lost cause. Your heart continued to race, your stomach churned, and as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop the tears that started to race down your cheeks. 

It wasn’t until you heard the loud buzz did you jump, pulling back to wipe at your eyes. But you knew they were already red, your only consolation being that you were too distraught to put any makeup on. If you did, you were sure that you would have looked like a racoon by now. 

“You have one hour ma’am.” If only you could tell him that you didn’t need that long but the minute Ransom sat down in front of you, any chance you had at speaking was thrown out the window. 

He looked like shit. His hair was a mess, dark circles marred his complexion, and the orange jumpsuit they forced him to wear seemed way too loose. He lost too much weight, losing the body that he constantly boasted about. Yet while you wanted to race over to his side, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him tight as if to shield him from the torture, what he set on the table made you freeze. His handcuffs hit the metal, the sound vibrating against the walls and echoing in your ears. You winced, leaning back as if to shield yourself from the sound and the cruel reminder of your visit. 

Ransom was waiting trial for the murder of his grandfather. 

The thought alone made you want to flee the room, race home, and pretend this was all a dream. But the fact that Ransom wasn’t immediately pleading his case made it all too real. Instead, he sat with his hands stretched across the table, a sick smirk on his face as he waited for you to take his hands in yours. 

“As much as I love that you came to see me, I hate that you’re tainting your perfect soul coming into this place. It’s bad enough that you have to deal with my family. You should have waited until I got out of this hell hole and I came home, babe.” 

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. It took a few tries but finally, you could talk. The sound was raspy though. You hesitated, trying to come up with a coherent sentence. 

“How could you do this?” That was all you could of to say.

Ransom paused at your words, his hands curled into fists for a brief moment before he relaxed once again. He chuckled, lowering his head and for a second, you could see anger flashing before his eyes. For the first time, you feared him. 

“Oh come on babe. Do you really believe this horseshit? I didn’t kill my grandfather. The old man killed himself because of a mistake his idiot nurse made.” 

“But the recording…” 

“The recording that some low level cop made on his Iphone?” Ransom scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing. Last I heard, the idiot accidentally deleted it. Or so my lawyers said. Not that it matters.” 

“...and the event? With Benoit and the cops and...and...Marta?” With every word you said, you could see Ransom lose his patience. He wouldn’t even look at you as he answered each question. His words sounded too uniform, as if he practiced the words over and over before he met you. 

“I admit I acted badly to the accusation. But I knew the knife was fake. I never meant to kill Marta. I just wanted to shake her up a little.” 

You don’t know what you expected. Remorse? It would have killed you to really know he did it but at least then, he would still be the honest man you knew him to be. He wouldn’t be so cold, putting up a front that he used for everyone else. You had thought you were more than that. 

You stifled another sob as you took a moment to compose yourself. The silence of the room was heavy, weighing you down as you continued to wipe at your eyes. But you had to do this. You weren’t going to go through this again. 

“Bullshit.” Ransom froze at your response before he leaned forward, a dangerous glint in his eyes. 

“You’re in grief (y/n). I know it’s hard to believe when I look like this but I’m innocent.” 

With a newfound resolve, you hastily stood up from the table, knocking your chair down along the way. “I know what I said Ransom Drysdale. You’re an idiot if you think I believe any of the words that are coming out of your mouth.” 

“(Y/N)...”

“No!” You interrupted, letting your anger motivate you as you slammed your hands down onto the table, rattling the entire thing. You took comfort that for just a moment, you surprised him. “You think you can fool everyone but you can’t fool me. I know you. You’re a goddamn liar.”

A weak laugh escaped your lips as you held your gaze with his. One hand moved from the table, reaching into your pocket and fiddling with the one thing the officers let you keep as you continued. “You know what I think? I think you opened my things before you went to that party. I think you found it.” You hissed. 

“I think it scared you that your dear old grandfather was cutting you off and instead of being a fucking man, you decide the only possible way to get out of this situation is to kill Harlan. If you cover it up well enough, you’ll get your money and it’ll be happily ever after.” You took a step back, pointing at him as your body shook in rage.

It was then, you dropped the paper onto the table, watching for a moment as he took the small sheet into his hands and studied it for a moment. “...If I did...I did it for us. We would have needed the money.” He said. 

You scoffed. “You just proved everyone right. You know that, right? You’re a selfish asshole who only thinks about himself. Yes, you can claim it was for me. For us. But really? We. Didn’t. Need. The. Money. You did.” Finally, you took the paper out of his hands, slamming it back onto the table and pointing to it. There, in big letters at the bottom of the picture said Baby Drysdale. 

“He or she needed their father. They needed the man who used to stand in the empty bedroom beside ours, already planning out how the nursery was going to look. They needed the man who constantly talked about baby names. They needed the man who was going to love them unconditionally. Not...not this monster before me.” 

For the first time since this conversation, you watched his face fall. A look of grief washed over his face as he tried to grab the picture again but you kept it firmly on the table. You wouldn’t let him win again. Not even this. 

“Even if your fancy lawyers can lie and get you out of it, I want you to forget I exist. Got that? Don’t look for me. Don’t look for MY child or I swear Ransom, I will ruin you and your family. TELL ME YOU UNDERSTAND!” You screamed. It was the final straw and the door to your room flew open, two officers standing at the door and watching the scene in alarm. But you didn’t focus on them, instead you looked at your husband who just stared at the ultrasound picture.

“Did you even love me? Was this all just a sick joke to you?” You finally said after another moment of silence. It was then that he lifted his head, about to fight back but you silenced him as you raised your hand. “You know what? Don’t answer that. Let me believe I didn’t waste the last three years of my life. But let me make this clear. The only thing I want from you now...I’m taking with me.” You said as you placed a hand on your stomach. 

You were quickly losing your confidence and with the short silence that followed your rant, you slipped off your rings, throwing them onto the table beside the picture. “Keep them. You’ll need them for the next foolish girl who believes your sweet lies.” 

With that, you were gone, slamming the door behind you. You heard a commotion on the other side, Ransom loudly screaming your name, but you just continued to walk away.

Till the End of Time

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: A few innuendos and horrible editing! Oh. Also…an unoriginal title. 

Author’s Note: Well, my first story after this long hiatus is finally out. It’s not as good as I hoped it would be but it’s definitely helping me get out of this writer’s block. 

Song Inspiration - Doris Day’s Till the End of Time 

(I understand the year of the song doesn’t match the timeline of the story but I love it! Just imagine it does ;) )

(As always, this is not my gif)

When the gig was offered, no details over the troop you were performing for were revealed. As you looked past the curtain to the crowd of men beyond, it was a welcome surprise when you had immediately caught sight of the blond hair you had fallen in love with. His gaze focused on the floor, he shuffled his feet as he stood at the sidelines. His hands stuffed in his pockets, he didn’t make any notion to watch, let alone enjoy, the show.  Even with the few nudges from the same doctor who hired you that now stood beside him, he simply shook his head, trying to push past and leave the area.

Like you’d let him leave that easily.

With your heels clicking against the wooden stage, a smile spread across your lips as the crowd hollered, obscenities thrown your way amidst the screams. With the deep blue curtain still closed behind you, you carefully held the microphone stand, taking a small breath before starting to sing. Your sweet voice filled the air as you started the familiar tune, the one you had always claimed was for Steve and the one you had officially deemed as your favorite song to preform for that same reason. With the first few words sung, you watched with a smile to see his head immediately snap up, his eyes showing the confusion of your sudden arrival. But above all, you couldn’t help but match the intensity of his grin as the reality of your presence finally kicked in.

Till the end of time

Long as stars are in the blue

Long as there’s a spring, a bird to sing

I’ll go on loving you

With the end of the song, the curtain had finally raised, revealing the real show for the men, the USO girls. With their big smiles and short outfits, they paraded around you as you continued song after song but your eyes stayed focused on Steve. With his own gaze not drifting from you, he kept edging towards the stage, mouthing the words to the songs he had heard countless times before. But as he approached, he was constantly shoved aside, the men starting to swarm the front of the crowd as they tried to get as close as possible to the women whose pictures littered their books and beds. You chuckled, stepping back to avoid grabbing hands as you continued, the band playing somewhere in the corner. Their tempo overwhelmed your senses, letting you wash away with the euphoria of the music and the man standing so close by. Finally reaching the end, you repeated the opening song once more, your big (e/c) eyes batting to the crowd as you sang the last few lines for the show.

So, take my heart in sweet surrender

And tenderly say that I’m

The one you love and live for

Till of the end of time.

With the cheers of the men around you, your quiet thanks were all you offered as you left the stage. While the interaction with them was abrupt, they were easily satisfied with the girls adorned in red, white, and blue as they sat on the edge of the stage. Their legs dangling over, they happily conversed with each man whose legs seemed to buckle at the attention of the women.

But to you, your attention was focused elsewhere, looking for those piercing blue eyes that you had once been staring at. Yet as you reached the spot you once saw them, your confusion only doubled, as your man wasn’t there. With a frown, you spun in a circle, the skirt of your dress twirling around you with each turn you made. About to look further for him, you froze as a crowd started to form around you. With a smile appearing once more on your face, you signed each piece of paper thrown your way, shook hands, and answered as many questions as you could. But as time went by and your hands started to cramp, your eyes constantly looking for an escape, one of the men stood out from the crowd. He stood too close for comfort, the smirk on his face trying, and failing, to be appealing as he towered over your petite form.  

“Mighty fine show darling.” You inwardly cringed as his greasy hands touched your bare shoulder, his meaty fingers trailing down your skin to soon land on your waist. Not wanting him to see your reaction through, you kept your composure as you nodded, the same smile plastered on your face.

“Why thank you soldier. It’s the least I can do for you fine men.”

With your words, he only grew more confident as he leaned forward. His breath seemed to reek of booze as he whispered in your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on edge.

“Want to do more for your men in uniform? Why don’t you give me another show? Privately, in my bunk.” With your eyes now wide at his blunt request, you tried to push back only to freeze when you saw Steve once more. With his confused and angry gaze, he quickly locked eyes with you before advancing, only stopping as your hand came out of the man’s embrace to halt him. Calm now with your man’s presence, you took a deep breath as you slowly pulled away. Tucking the strands of your curled hair behind your ear, you soon adorned a smirk that seemed to rival his.

“Sorry darling…” You used the same nickname he had tried with you, mocking him with a raised brow. “You may be in the army but that doesn’t make you a man. I only go for the true heroes.”

With that, you gently tapped his cheek before moving away. As you escaped the circle of men now laughing at your rejected ‘suitor,’ your heels were quickly discarded as you raced towards Steve, throwing your arms around him as soon as you were close enough. Just towering a few inches above you, he held you close, not caring who saw as he tenderly kissed the top of your head. Ignoring the complaints of the men who surrounded them, you lifted your head, sneaking a quick kiss before motioning towards the stage.

“I have a room in the back. Come with me?” You said, your red lips curled into a genuine smile. You watched as he nodded, kissing your forehead before finally pulling away.

“Lead the way love.”

With his hand in yours, you led him away from it all, weaving past the huddles of men as they watched with open mouths as the two of you escaped to a more private setting. Of all the men who they suspected would get that privilege, never had they thought ‘scrawny Steve Rogers’ would be the succeeding man. Not paying them any heed though, you whistled for the music to start, the USO girls’ individual show beginning to assure no future trouble from drunken men, hasty advances, and Steve’s jealous nature. As the door with your name plastered on the flimsy wood soon came into sight, you hastened your pace. The rocks beneath you stung against your bare feet but you didn’t care, too excited for the prospect of seeing your boyfriend after weeks of being away.

With this mindset, you didn’t waste any time as soon as the door closed behind you two. Your arms now wrapped around his waist, you pushed the two of you onto the couch. Moving to straddle his waist, you cradled his face as you finally kissed him. With his hands immediately on your hips, he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. The passion that lingered between the two of you was evident as the kiss continued, only pulling apart as you both fought to catch your breath. Your head moved to rest upon his shoulder, his hands rubbing your back as the silence lingered. Neither of you minded though. Both happy to be back in each other’s embrace, you let the moment sink in until finally, you lifted your head to take a peak at his happy expression.

His smile stretched across his face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes traveling over every aspect of your complexion as if to reassure himself that you were real. He kept quiet for a little awhile until he smirked, your eyes staying locked on his lips as you resisted just kissing him and leaving the talking until later. But your next show was tomorrow and wanting to savor the little time you had with your boyfriend, you let him speak.

“How are you here?”

“A man named Dr. Erskine asked me to come down. He said that there was a trial going on. I was supposed to be the show to commend the chosen man and satisfy the rest. But the one show turned into more. This just happens to be my first stop on an army tour with the gals.” You didn’t know he would be here. If anything, you had just let your small hopes guide you to the show, hoping you would see Steve. As luck would have it, you did. As you waited for him to say something, the surprised chuckle that simply left his lips gave you enough of a clue to put two and two together.

“You’re the chosen one. For the trial.” He simply nodded, forcing a cause of emotions to bubble within you. You were excited that he was living his dream but terrified of the consequences that would come with it. This internal turmoil left you struggling to find anything else to say.

“W-what does that mean?” You had finally managed to get out that simple sentence, choking on your words. Not bearing to look at him, you focused on your hands as they moved to fidget on your lap. But he wouldn’t have any of it as he tugged on your chin, making you look at him once more.

“I’ll be fine (y/n). I’m coming home to you, remember that. Now…” He paused, tickling your sides, making you laugh despite the tense air that settled in the room. “Let’s forget about it for now. I can’t believe you’re here. Before I went to the show, I was writing you a letter.”

“Read it to me?”

Curled up in his lap, you smiled as he moved to retrieve it from his back pocket. The embarrassed tone Steve had made his voice shaky as he started reading the letter he had meant to send. But you didn’t care about any of it to be honest. Instead, you took comfort in the sound of his voice as he carried on. Your cheek pressed against his chest, you listened to the slightly irregular pattern of his heart. All that mattered was that he was here. He was with you. Despite the short amount of time you had, you savored it; not knowing when would be the next time you’d get this privilege.

Steve never did divulge the information regarding the experiment. You wouldn’t know about how deadly of a risk it was. You wouldn’t know that Steve was beyond nervous to undergo the process in just a few days time. Steve didn’t want to worry you about it. Instead, he would just leave you in a shock when he’d visit you in a few weeks time, stopping at your apartment door with his new body and a ring in his back pocket.

Both of your lives would be changing but for now, you took hold of the present. You focused on the love that was strong between you, not letting it go for anything the war had to offer.

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Our Future

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Language

(GIF, like always, is not mine)

Summary: Chris wants to take the next step in your relationship. The question is...are you ready? 

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, anon! Hopefully you like it! 

It had come up a few weeks after their relationship started. For good reason. At thirty-seven, Chris Evans didn’t want another relationship without a future.

He wanted a wife. He wanted someone to come home too, holding her close as he let the stress of the day slowly wash away. He wanted kids. He didn’t want a perfect house anymore. He wanted to maneuver around toys and come home to the little ones racing to the door to greet him.

He wanted a family. And that’s just what he said after he felt your relationship was strong enough to discuss the topic. Even so, it didn’t help with the nerves. He began to sweat when he started the topic with you, his clammy hands holding one of yours as he began to stutter out the words.

It was a relief to hear you agree, a smile on your face as you squeezed his hands before curling into his side. With the promise of a family with one hell of a woman, Chris felt like he had it all.

Now? Six months had passed and the conversation had never come up again.

He watched as you moved about the small kitchen in your apartment, humming softly as you prepared dinner. The television played in the background but he didn’t listen, too focused on the angel that milled about without a care in the world.

Everything he imagined in a perfect family, he wanted it to happen with you. Although some would say it was too early, he had the ring hidden in his drawer for months now. All he needed was the right moment...and a reassurance that they were on the same page. You refused to move in with him. Not when he had to leave soon for another movie. You wanted to focus on what you already had with him, enjoying your time together before he was whisked away to some far off place.

He couldn’t really complain about that. He loved spending time with you. From going out to having simple moments like they did now, he’d take anything he could get. But so desperate to start a future with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer.

Just like last time, his palms began to sweat as he stood up, nervously rubbing his hands against his pants as he made his way to the kitchen. He leaned against the entrance, stuffing his hands in his pockets while you were still oblivious to how close he was. He resisted the urge to take a few steps closer, holding you tight against him. He could leave small kisses against your neck, smiling as he watched you cut vegetables. Even such a mundane thing made him happy.

But instead, he spoke up, silently cursing at how weak his voice sounded.

“Why won’t you move in with me, Y/N?”

You turned to face him, confusion written on your face. But when you saw him, saw his sad expression, the guilt began to eat at you. You sighed, fiddling with his shirt that you wore as you gave him the same answer you did every time.

“I told you Chris. It’s not the right time. You’re leaving to film a new movie. I don’t want to start this next step by living alone.” You bit your lip, refusing to meet his gaze as you continued. “I think this is a step we should do together and until we can, I think it’s best that I stay here.”

“You wouldn’t be alone. I’ll leave Dodger here with you. He can keep you company.” With a small smile, Chris chuckled. “He’s like me. He’ll hog the bed, snore a little, and give you plenty of kisses. It’s not as good as my kisses but…”

You snorted. “You’d leave Dodger here? He’s your buddy at work.”

“I’d be willing to make the sacrifice. As long as you both come to visit me at least once.”

“Chris…” You said, walking away from the counter as you took a seat at your small kitchen table.

This was it. Chris couldn’t wait any longer. He quickly moved, sitting on the other side as he took your hand. Gently, he brushed his thumb against your hand as he continued talking.

“I want to take the next step with you. Shit. Y/N. I’ve never done this before. We can make it work. I can go to set late. We can get you settled in.”

“Chris. Chris.” You said, ending his speech as you squeezed his hand. “I just don’t think this is the right time. Can’t we wait until you come back to talk about this?”

With one last sigh, Chris weakly nodded as you let go of your hand. As you stood up to finish dinner, he didn’t move, still lost in his thoughts.

“Babe, do you mind grabbing me a beer from the fr-...”

“Do you still see a future with me?” He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to know. His heart raced as he watched as you froze, dropping the knife on the counter as you whirled around to face him again.

“What the hell are you talking about? Of course I do!”

“Shit. I didn’t mean to be so forward. We shouldn’t be talking about this now. I’m sorry.” Terrified that he took things too far, he shook his head as he rubbed his hand over his face. “Can we just forget I said that?”

“No. We can’t.” You forcefully said, scooting your chair in front of his as you took both of his hands. “Where is this coming from?”

“What happens if another movie comes up? Or the press tour? How long will we postpone this?” He took your hands again, squeezing them as if for support while he sighed. “I want a life with you. I think it’s time but I’m...I’m terrified that my job is scaring you away.”

“Of course it isn’t! Chris, I’m here. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. Nothing will change.”

“But I want it to! I want to share a home with you. I want to learn every quirk you have. I want to come home to find you cuddled on the couch with Dodger. Or be there waiting to comfort you as you’ll complain about a stressful day at work. I want to be there for you.” Before you could argue, he continued.

“I know. I can stay the night here or you can come to my house but it’s more than that. I want to marry you one day. I want to have little ones that are the perfect mix between you and me. I just...I fear that you don’t want to do this with me. That you don’t see a future like this...at least not with me.”

You couldn’t help but gasp as you quickly moved onto his lap, gently stroking his cheek as you lay your forehead against his.

“I’m sorry.” He said again. “I’m just...I don’t want to wake up one day and realize I’m too old for all of that. I don’t want to waste any time. Not when I finally found the perfect girl to share this life with.”

You shushed him before he could continue, kissing him and effectively shutting him up. “I’m not saying no Chris. My feelings haven’t changed. Chris Evans, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But I want to do it WITH you. Not when you’re away.” You kissed his cheek. “After this movie, I’ll move in with you. We’ll work out everything else after that. Until then, I’ll start packing, deal?”

His answering smile was enough of a reward. He quickly nodded to the promise, squeezing you tight as he kept kissing you over and over.

“Of course baby.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you curled up close to him. How could he have doubted you? You wanted a future together just as much as he did. As you nuzzled against your neck, simply enjoying the moment, Chris was busy going over plans.

You’d move in with him in a few weeks and then? It was only a matter of time before he finally gave you that ring.