A collection of one shot featuring Chris Evans and some of his characters!
Oneshots featured in this book have also been posted onto my tumblr account. @secretswiftymarvelfan
A/N: I wasn't planning on posting anything today but then Chris ATTACKED ME WITH THIS PHOTO AND I COULDN'T FOCUS ON ANYTHING ELSE!
Warning: Fluff! Chris' Floofy Hair! Barely edited because the photo broke my brain
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Chris let out a small sigh as he stepped into his trailer and sat down on the small couch slumping down in exhaustion. He'd had an early call time to set today and while he was really enjoying filming Ghosted, he was exhausted and was so happy he had a 1 hour lunch break.
He grabbed his phone from the side to see a bunch of tiktoks and photos that Scott had sent him of his fans going crazy over his look for the movie. All of them loving what they called his floofy hair. He chuckled as he watched all the videos shaking his head slightly, god he loved his fans. Deciding he wanted to be mischievous he quickly took a selfie and posted it to Instagram to show off his messy fluffy hair in all its glory.
He'd only just posted the photo when one of the runners arrived with his lunch. He put his phone down on the side quickly forgetting about the photo as he thanked the runner and started eating his lunch. He was about half way through his lunch, going over his lunch when he heard his phone ringing. Glancing over his shoulder he smiled when he saw you name flashing across the screen.
"hey sweetheart, how are you? you managed to catch me perfectly on my lunchbreak" he chuckled as he picked up.
However his jovial mood instantly disappeared when he heard your sniffles down the line "sweetheart what's wrong?" he ask frowning in concern.
"care to explain yourself?" you sniffle, frustration clear in your voice.
Chris instantly wracked his brain trying to think what he could possibly have done wrong. Was there a photo making the rounds that looked less innocent than they were? Did he forget to do something he promised to do? Did he leave the toilet seat up again?
"explain what sweetheart? I don't understand" He says standing up from his seat, nervous energy making him restless.
"That selfie! With your goddamn floofy hair! Catching me off guard when I'm PMS'ing! Especially when I can't be there to touch it" you complain with a whine.
The hammering in Chris' chest stopped, being replaced with laughter as he realised that it wasn't anything really serious. He clutched his chest doubling over as he laughed at the situation, having not expected this to be your reaction to it.
"Chris!" you whine, dragging out his name as he laughed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he chuckles stopping himself from laughing "look I'll get home as quick as I can tonight and then we can cuddle on the couch to make you feel better" he offers.
"can I run my fingers through it?" you ask him hopefully making him smile.
"yes of course you can" he smiles "you feeling better now?"
"a little" you admit with a small sniffle making him chuckle.
"well go give Dodger a cuddle in the meantime, I'll be back home before you know it" Chris promises.
"okay see you later" you say letting out a small sigh.
"see you later, sweetheart, I love you" Chris smiles.
"I love you too" you smile before hanging up.
True to his word, Chris made sure he left set as quickly as he could, only going on a small diversion to pick up some ice cream and any other snack you might want over the next few days.
As soon as he stepped through the apartment door you crashed into him hugging him tightly. He chuckled as he hugged you back kissing the top of your head as he rubbed your back.
"I thought you were coming home early" you mutter into his chest.
"I know but I thought I'd pick up some things for you on my way home" he says holding up the bag.
"ice cream?" you ask looking up at him eyebrow raised in question.
"of course" he smirks as he smiled down at you.
"I love you so much" you sigh contently as you cup his cheek and pull his lips down to yours.
"I love you too" he chuckles kissing you again.
That evening he kept his other promise, holding onto and cuddling you as a movie played in the background. You were sat sideway across his lap, his arms wrapped around you one hand resting on your hip the other on your thigh. You head was resting on his shoulder as your fingers ran through his hair. He knew this was suppose to making you feel better but he had to admit the feeling of your nails running though his hair was his favourite feeling, one that made all the stress and tension leave his body like there was no care in the world.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"for what?" you ask glancing up at him.
"for the photo, I didn't think of how you might feel about it all" He explained his lips still resting against your hairline.
"its fine, I love those photos it was just at an emotional time" you say making him snort with laughter.
"plus I'm the one who actually gets to run my hands through it" you smirk lifting your head up from his shoulder.
"that you are" he chuckles as he lifts his hand to cup your jaw and press a languid kiss to you lips.
