CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN IMAGINES

Christmas Party| Chris Evans X Reader

'Have a Holly Jolly Christmas' by Micheal Buble played faintly from the rusty store speakers as you pushed a screeching shopping cart through the isles. You were picking up your final Christmas gifts at the mall. 

The shelves were practically empty. This was to no surprise considering that a few days prior to your visit there had been a 50% off the whole store sale. Chris followed giddily next to you touching everything he'd pass by. 

"Miles has enough Captain America toys Chris, don't you think?" You laughed. Chris held a Captain America-themed Lego set in his hand. "But babe, I'm pretty sure he doesn't have this one,"  He itched at his eyebrow. "Maybe your nephew likes other superheroes too? Did you ever think about it that way?" 

Chris put the toy back, scanning the rest of the selections. You did the same, looking into more practical gifts. "What do you think of this? It's a Marvel leapfrog learning book." You showed the colourful book to your boyfriend. 

"It's Christmas honey, not school." He frowned. "But I'm sure my sister would appreciate it." He added quickly, squeezing your waist through your winter coat. You giggled, pushing the cart forwards. 

Arriving home with six full shopping bags in your arms, Dodger jumped excitedly around you. "There's my boy!" Chris laughed, crouching down to ruffle the dog's fur. You dropped the bags on the counter, dividing them into piles for each person. "Mackie, Seb, Rob, Miles, Aunt Bee, Dakota and who's this for babe?" You held a velvet box in your palm. 

"Who's a good boy? Huh? Who's a- wha?" Chris peeked up from the floor. His eyes widened. "NOTHING! Don't touch that!" He stumbled onto his feet, grabbing the box from your hands aggressively.  "Chris-" You started. He placed a kiss on your lips. "Sorry babe, you can only get it at Christmas, that's kind of the law." He rose his eyebrows with a side grin. You pulled him by his shirt collar, placing another kiss on his lips. "'Kay." 

"Now, don't follow me," He held the box over his head, backing out of the kitchen and running up the stairs. His loud thuds made Dodger bark a few times, oh what a boyfriend you had. 

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The Night Before the Party

Of course, Chris hosted the annual Christmas party every year. He had space, the funds and the notorious drunk Santa animatronic. 

You had spent Friday vacuuming the house to get rid of the Dodger hairs all over the place. The tree was set up, thanks to Chris and Seb a few weeks ago, and decorated in lovely gold and red ornaments. All the gifts sat under the lit tree, gleaming from the reflection of the shiny wrapping paper you had picked out. 

You had glued fake snow to the stair railings and hung beautiful plastic snowflakes from the ceiling. Everything looked perfect, you felt accomplished. It was your second year celebrating Christmas with Chris and this year you could tell it was different, it was like you were part of the family already.

You were in the kitchen making the punch. Chris slid behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. "What're you brewing, you little witch?" He hummed over your shoulder. "The grownup drink that you're not allowed to have." You teased. "Come on- let me taste," He reached for the ladle. You swatted his hand away. "Hey-" He gripped your wrist, spinning you around for you to face him. He pressed into you, cornering your lower back with the edge of the counter. 

"Acting out, are we?" He held your wrist up above your head. "I-" You started. "Are you gonna act this bratty during the party tomorrow? Put on a little act to show everyone that you're out of my league or something?" He squeezed. "Ah- Chris." You reddened at his tone, you felt like a child being scolded. "Fuck off," You shoved him, feeling embarrassed by your action. 

He hoisted you on the counter, holding your face in between his large hands. "You're disrespectful, give me a kiss." You looked down and parted your lips ever so slightly. He placed his thumb on your lower lip, opening your mouth wider.  He paused for a moment, ever so barely, and then pressed his lips onto yours, sucking your bottom lip. You winced in shock as he bit down. He pulled back, his stare was intense. Your wrists ached from the intense pressure of his fingers. "Good girl, now daddy's going to fuck the bitch out of you, okay?" He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your jeans, tugging down. "Safeword?" He asked as you steadied yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled them down. 

"Peach." You mumbled as you eyed the fruit basket on your stove. 

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The house was filled with guests, your family, Chris's family and the Avengers cast. Kids ran around the house playing hide and seek, dogs exchanged smells, relatives met other relatives and most importantly many selfies with cast members #christmasparty. 

You had all the sweets on the table, the yule log, cupcakes, sugar cookies, chocolate fondue, and candy cane rice crispies. "The spread is amazing, Y/N." Scarlett smiled as she poured herself a drink. "Thank you, help yourself to anything." You gleamed. 

You walked around in your ugly Christmas sweater that matched Chris's, knowing well that under your clothes were a bunch of hickeys he had left the night before. 

"You're Mine? Do you understand?" A flashback from last night played in your mind. 

"Y/N, honey!" Lisa, Chris's mother called out from the couch. You padded you her and gave her a big hug. "Hi! So glad you could make it!" You mumbled into her shoulder, squeezing her tight. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Y/N, you make my son so happy. You're all he ever talks about, and I understand why you're such a sweetheart." She blabbed. You flushed red, " Thankyou Lisa, he makes me just as happy." 

"Alright everyone, can I get all of the attention?" Chris shouted from the center of the living room. Everyone went quiet. "Perfect, that's all. Go back to what you were doing," He fake left and came back laughing, along with the guests; "No, in all seriousness, I'd like to thank everyone for attending tonight. I know I host this thing every year but this year was special. I had Y/N to do all the work." The guests laughed. "She worked so hard to make this as perfect as she is and I think it paid off. The food is amazing, and the place looks like a mall display window for Pete's sake-"  "Pinterest!" You shouted. The guest laughed. "I think you're the most amazing woman, Y/n..." He walked towards you. "You came into my life two years ago, and I'm so glad you did. You make my life have meaning. I look into your eyes and the only thing I can see is our future, I want you to become a permanent member of this," He motioned to the family watching. 

"I want you to become Y/N Evans." He got down on one knee pulled out the velvet box and opened it to reveal a diamond ring. "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" You gasped, tears trickling down your cheeks. 

"Yes! I will!"