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a heart to be a part of by betoning
They are supposed to pass each other by. Miss each other, not by a hairsbreadth but by miles, due to schedules that don’t line up at all. Sebastian left LA last night, and Chris has only just come back. Their planes weren’t even on each other’s radars.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  betoning  wordcount:2.000-4.999 
9 weeks ago by tittakv
the ripples of us by betoning
In which Sebastian has thought too much of the phrase 'I'm in love with you'.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  betoning  wordcount:2.000-4.999 
april 2018 by tittakv
when i'm with you by betoning
In which a lovesick Sebastian is about to leave the dinner Team Cap filmed with Chelsea Handler.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  betoning  first-time  wordcount:5.000-9.999 
april 2018 by tittakv
lie here with me by betoning
The four nights they fall asleep, and the one night confessions fall out.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  betoning  wordcount:5.000-9.999 
april 2018 by tittakv
night flowers colored like your eyes by luninosity
The afterparty’s going to be big; the noise already cascades and crashes from hotel walls. Stupendous premiere. Exultant. Everybody high on adrenaline and afterglow. Incisive successful social commentary, a playwright’s words right up next to an audience, and Chris blushing while taking a bow.

Sebastian had cheered—probably too loudly—and maybe it’d been his imagination that Chris had looked his way, had blushed more, had shaped his name with those lips, too quietly to hear.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  luninosity  wordcount:2.000-4.999 
april 2018 by tittakv
what was to be by betoning
He dreams of Chris, the way he so often does because the man frequents his waking thoughts too much to ever really leave Sebastian’s consciousness, and he wakes up with his emotions scattered all around him, tangled in the sheets and ruining the calm that he has been careful to build up since the first, fateful day when his heart – his entire body – fell in love with Chris Evans.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  betoning  wordcount:5.000-9.999 
april 2018 by tittakv
cold hands, warm hearts by Claudia_flies
“Chris,” Sebastian asks with a sense of foreboding. “Where are we going?”

“Well, I kind of saw that interview you did in New York, at the ice rink,” Chris admits sheepishly.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  claudia_flies  wordcount:2.000-4.999  schmoop 
december 2017 by tittakv
In So Many Words by concavepatterns
A series of Evanstan ficlets based on the prompt list 'ways to say I love you'.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  concavepatterns  schmoop  humour  wip  wordcount:50.000-74.999 
september 2017 by tittakv
Supporting Actor by concavepatterns
“Real attractive.” He laughs as Seb tries to wipe the stray pizza sauce off his chin using one of the cheap, pitifully tiny napkins that’d been provided with their order.

“I know.” When Sebastian grins, it’s wide and relaxed and teasing. Dazzling with its sunshine-y brightness. “Try not to fall in love with me.”

Too late, Chris thinks.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  concavepatterns  wordcount:20.000-29.999  nyc  first-time 
august 2017 by tittakv
Tangled Up by tfwatson
As time passes, the sun continues its little game. Sebastian shuffles incrementally towards Chris as he chases its heat; a slightly inaccurate yet enthusiastic sundial. Chris clutches the pages of a prospective script, knowing that he shouldn’t be looking; Sebastian isn’t his to look at.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  tfwatson  first-time  angst  wordcount:10.000-19.999  schmoop 
september 2016 by tittakv
unwind the universe by luninosity
Sebastian stretches out on the couch, letting legs fall apart, tugging Chris into the space between them. Chris comes willingly, Captain America muscles pliant and devoted, and settles readily against him: back to front, against his heart.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  luninosity  wordcount:2.000-4.999 
august 2016 by tittakv
and we kissed as though nothing could fall by actonbell
People have tried to get him out of his head, from his mother to a goddamn guru in India, and nothing has ever worked (why would it? wherever he goes, there he is, like the cliche says).

Except one thing. One thing's worked. One thing has gotten him all the way out of his head, into the world, like nothing else ever has.

He puts his face in his hands, rubs at his eyes hard, tries a couple of deep breaths. He wants another drink -- he certainly doesn't have anywhere to be tomorrow -- but he doesn't want to turn the lights on, which is pretty sad. He figures he can indulge himself in one night of crying and eating ice cream, like his sisters would put it, although nothing's really happened. It's certainly not like they've broken up, they weren't even together. It was maybe a friends-with-benefits fling, like he'd suspected in the beginning -- he's sure he and Seb are still friends, they always were, that happened first and won't change.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  actonbell  bdsm  angst  wip  wordcount:5.000-9.999 
august 2016 by tittakv
sailing over coney island by actonbell
Chris had shut the door almost before Seb was all the way through it, put his back to it again, and felt a weird gnawing hollowness open up in his chest. He'd ignored it for the short while after that he was awake (poured a nightcap he forgot to drink until it was half meltwater, flipped through cable channels before turning off the light, swiped aimlessly through half-a-dozen apps before putting his phone on the nightstand) but it hadn't gone away. And when he'd woken up, it was like the emptiness had become a physical thing, absence taking on weight and shape like a fucking Zen paradox, a specific vacancy: not-Seb.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  actonbell  bdsm  rimming  wordcount:20.000-29.999  first-time 
august 2016 by tittakv
life on mars by actonbell
Chris hopes once they get back to the hotel, Seb will pounce and ravish him again like he did in the locker room (he got hard just thinking about the possibility; damn, this is out of control), but even once they're back in Chris's room, Sebastian appears entirely serious about getting Chris to eat something. He winds up lounging on Chris's neatly made, perfectly spotless bed (Chris resolves to leave the cleaning staff a truly enormous tip) and exploring the hotel's room service app. "Hunh, do you know you can order in from local restaurants with this?" he asks, as if Chris might somehow give a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. Chris, lying flat next to him on the bed, stares up at the ceiling with a martyred saintly look he remembers from his Catholic days and tries to look like he'll expire in the next fifteen minutes if he doesn't get some.
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  actonbell  bdsm  rimming  wordcount:5.000-9.999 
august 2016 by tittakv
just for one day by actonbell
The afternoon of the same day as "by the dawn's early light."
mcu_rpf  chrisevans/sebastianstan  actonbell  bdsm  wordcount:5.000-9.999 
august 2016 by tittakv

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