Chris and Co. Oneshots

Silver Fox - Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Age Gap (Reader is in their early 30s)! Bit of Angst! Insecurity! Fluff!

You let out a long yawn as you walked out of the closet dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Chris' old tops. You ran your hands down your face as you walked across the bedroom towards the bed that was calling for you.

As you went you passed by the bathroom where you spotted Chris stood in front of the mirror. You paused in your journey turning towards the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as you admired him.

All he wore was some dark blue checkered pj bottoms, his bare chest on show giving you the best view of his numerous tattoos. As your eyes ran over his body, appreciating what was yours, your gaze finally settled on his face.

You watched as he tilted his head side to side, up and down, fingers running through his beard. The small frown on his face and long sigh telling you something wasn't right.

"Hey" you say gently getting his attention.

He startles slightly, having not realised you had been watching him. His hands instantly fall from his face as he turns to face you, trying to lean casually against the counter.

"Hey?" He says with a slight questioning tone.

"What's wrong?" You ask him gently.

He shakes his head slightly giving you a smile you could tell was forced "nothing's wrong"

"Chris"

Chris lets out a long sigh knowing he wasn't going to get out of this one, he glances back in the mirror the frown from before reappearing.

"I'm going grey" he sighs sadly.

You frown slightly, surprised and confused that that was the reason he was upset.

"I know it's stupid and it's a natural part of ageing but it just reminds me of how old I am and how much older I am then you and I worry that you won't like it" he explains turning back to face the mirror, hands running over the small grey patches in his beard.

"You're right it is stupid"

You close the distance between the two of you, your hand taking his getting him to face you. Chris watches your every move with wary eyes as your hands run up his arms, over his chest before moving up to cup his cheeks. Your thumbs gently running over his beard.

"Because I love your little grey patches, I think they're so unbelievably sexy" you tell him gently, his eyes widening in surprise.

"You don't mean that"

"I do, I love all of you, every single grey hair, and wrinkle" you say making his face scrunch up "because it means you've lived a life, and a pretty amazing one if I have to say"

A small smile plays at the corner of his lips but you could tell he was still unconvinced.

"All these wrinkles" you say, your thumb running over his smile lines "remind me of every time you've smiled and laughed, which I love because its the best sight in the world and makes my heart soar"

"And I love these little grey patches because I already know you are going to be the sexiest silver fox in the world" you smirk making Chris chuckle gently.

"But the thing I love most is that for every grey hair, or wrinkle or anything, there is a new part of you for me to love" you finish, the smile on Chris' face back in full force showing off those smile lines you loved so much.

He cups your cheeks guiding your lips up to his, all the love and thanks he could give filtering through. As he pulls away he presses another kiss to your forehead muttering under his breath how much he loved you.

"I love you too sweetheart" you smile tilting your head back so you could capture his lips once more.