A/N: I think I’m posting after like 2-3 months??? I’m not even sure I know how to write anymore but a little conversation with @angrythingstarlight kinda gave me the push to write this. Maybe this is me getting back into writing, I hope it is. Thank you all for being so patient and for sticking around
You smiled as you heard your friends and family clapping as you cut the cake, heat rising to your cheeks, and you wondered if it was because of the candles on the cake or because your roommate, Ari Levinson, stood right opposite you, a camera pointing to your face,
Your mother reaches for a piece of the cake and feeds you, a little tradition both of you had since you were a child. You could feel Ari snap another picture, he knew just how important these little memories were for you.
“Alright, shall we open the presents then?” Your best friend says from your other side, and your eyes widen immediately.
Speaking of traditions, ever since Ari and you started living together about three years ago, both of you would gift something rather inappropriate to the other person, only this time, far too many people would be around to witness it.
Ari clears his throat as he puts his phone away, “or we could eat some cake, have some wine and get this party started?”
Your mother immediately shakes her head, “nonsense, she loves presents, come on now.” She picks one up, handing it over to you and the tag reads ‘love, Ari.’
Fuck.
You could feel your heart beat a little faster. Your entire family and most of your friends knew about your crush on Ari, and you were sure he did too at this point. This would only make things worse.
You take the present from your mother as Ari moves over and comes sit down next to you, gently placing his hand on your waist as leans in,
“It isn’t as bad as last year, but it’s pretty inappropriate.”
You noticed the little smirk on his lips, oh he was enjoying this. Ari was almost never embarrassed, he lived his like it was supposed to be lived and he always encouraged you to do the same.
“Fuck it.” You shrug and you open the present, your mother immediately gasping from next to you as you chuckle, looking down at the coffee mug in your hand,
There is an awkward silence in the room as everyone takes turns reading it and you turn to face Ari,
“Well, I really needed a new mug…”
“…Since I broke your last one.”
You both nodded in agreement as you kept the mug aside and continued opening the other presents like nothing had ever happened.
The party was in full swing and everyone was almost too drunk to remember the mug. Your parents had left, your mother giving Ari the softest glare as she hugged him goodnight.
While everyone partied, you sat in the balcony with your glass of wine and a silly smile on your face as Ari walked towards you, plopping himself down right next to you,
“You know the mug…it wasn’t entirely a joke.” He took a sip of his beer as he looked ahead, almost too nervous to look at you.
You raise an eyebrow and look at him, “and what’s that supposed to mean?”
“That as long as I have a face, you’ll have somewhere to sit.”
You gulped nervously as you looked away from him and down at your glass of wine, “You’re drunk, Levinson, go to bed.”
Ari shrugs a little, “this is my first beer actually. I wasn’t intending on being drunk with your parents around.”
“Oh.” What else were you supposed to say? You were still unsure whether or not he was being serious -
“I’m going to go to my room, and uh, if you’re interested, in you know, hanging out with me, watching a film, sitting on my face, my door is open.”
And just like that he stood up and walked upstairs, heading to his room. You took a deep breath as you finished your glass of wine, leaving your best friend in charge on the party as you made your way to his room, gently knocking on it,
“Come on in, it’s high time we celebrated your birthday right.”
It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to - Chris Evans x Reader
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SOON TO BE SEXIEST SILVER FOX IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!! I hope Chris has a fabulous time in London for his birthday, and we brits are very proud to host him on this very special day
Summary: Chris had loved every moment of the Lightyear press tour right up until today
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Allusion to Smut! Language!
Chris normally hated having a big fuss made over his birthday. He didn’t need a big party or lots of presents. He just enjoyed spending some time with his family, drinking a couple beers and relaxing. Something he’d done on Saturday in his LA home.
But waking up completely alone in a London hotel, with not even dodger around still felt pretty crappy.
He knew it was going to be this way, and he knew it couldn’t be helped. But he still wished the London premier of Lightyear hadn’t fallen on his birthday. A day that if he was back in Boston it wouldn’t matter if his family was busy, and his niece and nephews were at school, because he’d still see everyone in the evening.
***PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE***
This is an RPF but I think of it as taking place in an AU where the person’s real families and relationships do not exist. If this makes you uncomfortable, my blog is not the place for you.
They say the things you say when you’re drunk are the things you mean when you’re sober… (Chris Evans x reader)
***PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE***
I’m not a big angst fan but this is what my brain gave me, so you can suffer along with me. It might be crap but I had to get it out of my head.
This is an RPF but I think of it as taking place in an AU where the person’s real families and relationships do not exist. If this makes you uncomfortable, my blog is not the place for you.
Summary: You find out your crush actually likes you back in the best of ways.
Word count:1.8k
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), masturbation (m), slight panties kink (?), voyeurism, oral sex (m receiving), a bit of gagging, kinda face fucking, some dirty talk and hair pulling, mention of unprotected sex at the end (don’t do that, kids. be responsible), this is a RPF fic so, don’t read if you’re not comfortable with it. And I think that’s it.
A/N: So, it’s Chris’s birthday and I couldn’t let this day pass by without writing some p0rn about him. I’m sorry it took me so long to post again. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*. Lmk your guys’ thoughts. I love that shit.
You were not supposed to be back in the hotel until later that night, but like many things in life, your plans changed so you decided to return to your room earlier and study your lines for tomorrow’s call.
This situation could have been avoided if you stuck to the schedule of the day.
But in your defense, he wasn’t supposed to be there either.
Not because it was early, not because you didn’t plan on meeting that afternoon, but because it was your room, not his, the one he was in.
He wasn’t supposed to be there at all.
The strange, muffled sounds caught your ear as soon as you approached the door, and having known him for a while now, you knew how his voice sounded even from afar, even if it sounded raspy as it did now. The thing you didn’t know though, was the reason he snaked into your room when you were out.
As you closed the door behind you, the question was answered, stopping you in your tracks with the key still held between your fingers.
