#Chris Evans x GN Reader

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Touch My Butt

Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader one-shot

Summary: Dating Jake is great, he’s such a gentleman

Word count: 1,506

Content/warnings: mostly fluff, is this what a meet-cute is?, allusions to smut if you squint, the lightest thigh grinding, adorkable awkward Jake, accidental pervy statements, butt-touching, I don’t think I used any pronouns (aka gn!reader), no use of Y/N

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for awhile, and it’s one of those things that came out pretty much exactly how I had it in my head, so that makes me really happy.

Who doesn’t love a hot nerd who doesn’t know he’s hot??

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You and Jake had been going out for nearly a couple of months now. You had met originally at a coffee shop where he had complimented your pants, standing behind you as you both were waiting for your drinks.

“Hey, I really like your pants. So many pockets. And the buttons are really cool on the back ones, here.”

You slowly turned around, eyes trailing up from a slim waist to a broad chest, and eventually a pair of blue eyes, tucked behind glasses, just as they started to go wide with realization at what he had said.

“Oh my gosh, I-uh, not that I was looking at your back pockets on purpose, I mean- I didn’t mean to look at your butt at all- not at you at all”

His cheeks began to tinge red and his gaze was glued to the floor, scared to look back up at your eyes, worried for the confrontation that could come from his awkwardness and inability to read the room. His buff arm was rubbing the back of his neck, bicep bulging as you dipped your head in an attempt to meet his gaze.

You instantly giggled “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re trying to say. Thank you for the compliment, I really like these pants, too.”

You turned back around before you got the chance to embarrass yourself in front of the hot, dorky stranger just as your name was called. You grabbed your drink, turned and winked at him, and left to continue the errands on your list, heading to the grocery store.

You were making your way through the produce aisles, figuring out which fruits and vegetables would be best for your meals for the next couple weeks when your eyes landed on the sign for an amazing deal on peaches.

You pushed your cart towards the display and grabbed a bag, examining for varying degrees of ripeness so you could have some sooner, and others wouldn’t peak until next week. Just then you heard the stray squeaky wheel of a cart stop behind you, thinking it was just another shopper going about their business until you heard a familiar voice.

“That’s a nice peach. You like peaches? Wait! No- I, uh, that wasn’t supposed to come out so creepy like that.”

You did your best to suppress a laugh as you paused your produce search and whipped around to see the man from the coffee shop bent at the waist with his head in his hands resting on the handle of his grocery cart. His frosted tips the only thing left on display to you.

“So, uh, is all you’re capable of doing…making allusions to my ass?”

From behind his hands, you heard a muffled “no” before he wiped his palms down his face and looked at you sheepishly. “I don’t know why that keeps happening. I really just wanted to start a conversation with you. And I promise I’m not stalking you either, I’m just out running errands today.”

“Wow, you really know how to convince a girl you’re not an axe murderer, that’s for sure.” Your eyebrows raised, but there was still a smile on your face. You believed him. He seemed genuine.

“I promise I’m not! And I promise I’ll never talk about your butt again” He bursted out, hopeful that he wasn’t blowing this. “Can I, um prove it to you? Over coffee? I mean- n-not now, obviously, you’ve still got your cup-”

“Yes.” In an attempt to save him from his adorable rambling you interjected. “Yes, I’d like to see you again, sure. In a more planned manner. But how about dinner? Tomorrow night?”

“Oh, yes, that’s perfect.” You watched as he stood up taller, shoulders back in a new-found cockiness, and grabbed a peach off the display. He tossed it up in the air and caught it in his hand a few times before you cleared your throat gently to get his attention again.

“So do you want to exchange numbers? So we can figure out the details later?” He went to reach for his phone, losing focus on the peach and fumbling it, grasping as it fell out of reach and you both watched it splat at his feet almost in slow motion.

He bent down and picked it up, placing the newly lopsided peach in his cart. “I, uh, I’ll pay for that.” He rubbed his neck again in embarrassment and looked down, scared to make eye contact. Sensing his nervousness to take another step and mess up again, you softly grabbed the phone from his hands and replaced it with your own. The two of you put your contacts into the other’s phone and handed them back.

“Ah, well, it’s nice to meet you officially,” you looked down at the new contact “…Jake. I’ll message you soon.” He was speechless and still red with embarrassment, so he just stood there and waved with a grin on his face as you left the produce and made your way to the frozens.

Dinner with Jake was great once the two of you had loosened up a little. Conversation flowed easily and you were caught up in his charm that you were sure he didn’t even know he had. This led to another date later in the week at the science center, followed by three other dates the next week, until the two of you were at one another’s apartments each night of the following.

You truly enjoyed spending time together, but you could tell Jake was trying to keep some respectful distance. He’d hold your hand when you walked or drove together, or occasionally put his hand on the small of your back, but it rarely went past that, besides the occasional times where you’d smack his butt and he’d look at you with a playful warning glare. You couldn’t help yourself, it was just so plump. It didn’t necessarily seem to go the other way, though. The one time the two of you had come close to having a heated make out session, he left his hands on your waist while yours roamed through his hair. He did look delicious with it all messed up, though, pairing well with his fogged up, crooked glasses.

Besides that, he would sit on the opposite side of your small 3-seater couch from you, allowing your legs to be tangled, and not much more. That’s what was going on tonight. It was Friday and Jake had come over for a movie marathon. You hoped this would lead to being closer to him, but he seemed enthralled with what was on the screen.

You had gotten up to get snacks, and when you came back, you plopped yourself down right next to Jake, hip to hip. He didn’t seem to mind at all. Maybe he was just trying to do everything on your terms? You snuggled up against him, lifting his arm and placing it over your shoulder, and he let you, for the rest of the movie.

Once the credits began to roll, he groggily stretched and you looked over your shoulder and up at him through your eyelashes. He smirked back down at you. Oh man, how he loved that look. He leaned down do give you a peck. This was your opportunity to push it a little farther, so you shifted to straddle his thigh.

“Is this ok?” He looked up at you in response as his hands gravitated to your waist.

“Yeah, baby. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You placed a hand on his cheek. “If I’m so perfect, why don’t you touch me ever?”

He looked back at you intently, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about? I’m touching you right now.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, respectfully. You always touch me respectfully.”

His cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, uh, I want you to know I respect you. And that I’m not trying to sexualize you, especially after my accidental pervy statements when we first met.”

You smiled and shook your head at him, leaning down so your foreheads met as you squeezed his cheeks softly. “And I appreciate that, I really do. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman and I see the reverence in your gaze. I hope you see it in mine, too… And how many times do I have to tell you? I didn’t really think you were a perv” you giggled quietly, still meeting his gaze, “I found it endearing.”

You sat back up and lowered your hands to grab his wrists, guiding his palms to snake around your back and down lower over the back pockets of your jeans.

“And I want you to know, it’s okay to sexualize me a little bit. Touch. My. Butt.” You punctuated with pecks, before leaning in and kissing him hard. He returned the passion with a moan, kneading where you had placed his hands and you ground against him as your hands moved back up to tousle his hair.

*screech* I love Jakey. Thank you for reading

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober Day 26

Alt Title: Sweater Weather

Prompt: "I can't find it."

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, pet names, swearing (it's Ran)

Summary: Ransom's iconic cream sweater mysteriously vanishes...

Word count: 556 words

A/N: Following from day 7's Hoodie Weather - I just couldn't resist haha - Love, Grem x

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"Where is it?" Ransom shouted from upstairs. You'd heard him pottering about but you hadn't cared enough to investigate.

"Where's what?" You called back, not even bothering to look up from your book.

Ransom always lost something, somewhere but only you could ever find it. You knew where everything was or would be - like some mysterious trinket psychic.

"My sweater!" Ransom's voice echoes through the ceiling. There's a slam of a door somewhere and you sigh.

"What sweater?" You frown, trying to focus on the words on the page.

"My favourite one." You can hear the irritation building in his voice and wonder how long it would take for him to pop a vein.

"Not helpful!" You call back again, slipping your bookmark into your book. You'd be summoned in about three seconds to help look for it if you weren't careful. "Have you checked the drawers?"

"Yes!"

"The coat rack?"

"Yes!"

"The closet?"

"YES!" You can hear Ransom stomping down the stairs, huffing in agitation. "I have looked everywhere. I can't find it."

You roll your eyes, you could bet your bottom dollar he hadn't. "Gimme a sec and I'll come help."

You're not even halfway out of your chair when the door to the living room creaks open to reveal Ransom standing in the doorway, glowering at you in a t-shirt.

"You little-" He grits his teeth, and the smile he gives you borders on maniacal. "You're wearing the fucking thing!"

"Oh, this?" You look down at your arms that are swamped in the cosy woven sweater that smelled an awful lot like your boyfriend - and just so happened to look exactly like the one he'd been looking for for the last thirty minutes. "It was on the floor in the bedroom and it just looked so cosy -"

Ransom crosses the floor in record time, towering above you, holding out his hands. "Give. It. Back."

The smile is still in place and you're smiling right back at him. "Say please."

Ransom closes his eyes and you can tell he's trying to count to three. "Please."

You roll your eyes playfully and peel the sweater away, throwing it at his head. You shiver at the loss of warmth but somehow, Ransom's scent clings to your skin. Ransom's too busy tugging the sweater over his head to notice, but when his head pops out of the head-hole, his honey blond hair dishevelled, his face is flushed. You looked good in his sweater and he didn't want to admit it.

"It was cosy," You pout at him, rubbing your arms for warmth.

"I know. That's why it's my favourite." He retorts, crossing his arms across his chest. He's trying to glare but he's finding it difficult to keep up the annoyed act. "I was searching for thirty minutes."

"Sorry," You say innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. He sighs in defeat, settling next to you on the couch and wrapping his arms around you. You smile as you cuddle closer into him, the softness of the sweater and Ransom's heat warming every inch of skin.

"Forgiven." He huffs and then his eyes narrow. "For now."

You place a kiss to his nose. "I'll take what I can get. But maybe... buy me a matching sweater?"

Ransom chuckles, kissing your temple in return. "Absolutely not."

[darkdemeter]

Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most. 

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well. 

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

 You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side. 

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded. 

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system. 

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement. 

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave. 

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character. 

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake. 

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down. 

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all. 

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far. 

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd. 

“It wasn’t easy, man,” you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth. 

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders. 

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind. 

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character. 

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand. 

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished. 

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you. 

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic. 

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans. 

[brnesblogposts]

lost dogs and chance meetings

pairing chris evans x reader

reblogs appreciated if you liked it :)

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Your family had decided to take a trip to New York, you had been a few times before as your parents had friends there. At the time you were young and blissfully unaware of the celebrity world, it was different now, people were always running into celebrities on the streets in the US. New York is home to many, as well as a hotstpot for work in the industry. You didn’t luck out however, but your trip in the US wasn’t over just yet.

Your family had decided to take a trip up to Massachusetts, to stay in a log cabin for the weekend. Being the huge Chris Evans fan that you are you insisted they stop to look around Boston, not only because you loved visiting new places, but a small part of you hoped you’d run into the Bostonian man himself.

You stopped at a restaurant for some lunch after driving up to Boston, Not too long of a drive but enough to make you hungry, you felt a bit carsick after the journey so announced you were just popping out for some air, “Won’t be too long” you stated. you decided on a short walk to calm down the nausea you felt.

You stood there wide eyed, the hound was staring you down as you looked at him perplexed. Surely not. There’s no way Dodger Evans was standing on the pavement across from you. It looked like him, you decided to go up to him seeing as this possible Dodger lookalike seemed friendly, Dodger or not their owner must’ve been frantic about their puppy’s whereabouts. The tag read “Dodger” and your eyes shot up wide “OH MY GOD.” your inner voice spoke, you flipped the tag over and surely enough there was a phone number, Chris Evans’ phone number. You took out your phone with trembling hands.

Writing out the message, “Hello, is this Dodgers owner? I found him wondering by himself and I have a feeling he’s lost” you sent it.

“Could you send me a photo of him? possibly with you, so i know this isn’t a scam.”

An odd request, but considering his status a valid one.

you took a photo of Dodger, half your face in it, of course you wanted Chris to know he was safe. You sent it with a message reading “He looks completely fine! no sign of injury or anything, just missing his dad I think.“ you sent it not thinking and then it occurred to you “dad”, he’s going to know you know who he is.

His body relaxed. Chris had taken Dodger to the park and got too distracted in conversing with an old friend to notice Dodger had got out. As soon as he did though, his chest felt tight and breathing heavy. Who knows how long Dodger had been wondering for, or if he had been picked up. He began searching, texting Scott and his sisters, to let them know. Soon enough there was a search party for Dodger.

Chris’s phone pinged. The text read “Hello, is this Dodgers owner? I found him wondering by himself and I have a feeling he’s lost” his body instantly relaxed, until it didn’t. This could be a scam, someone has somehow found Dodger and known who he belonged to they’ve taken the number from the tag and continued on. “Could you send me a photo of him? possibly with you, so i know this isn’t a scam.” without hesitation he responded. He needed to know Dodger was okay and whoever this was had his best interest at heart. The person had responded within seconds.

A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, Dodger is okay. His rescuer was.. beautiful.

“Thank you, could you send me your location? want to reunite with my boy ASAP”

You sent your location and a message to put his mind at ease, “I’ve given him some water from my bottle, poor guy was thirsty, we’re in the shade waiting now”

That made him feel better, you obviously cared about animals, and definitely had Dodgers best interest at heart. You were only a few blocks from him so he jogged, within a few minutes he saw Dodger and you at the end of the street at a bus stop.

You tried your best to keep your cool. Yes you were a fan, but you found his dog. You saw him in the distance running down the street and anxiety struck you, you pushed it aside.

Dodger instantly recognised his dad and ran into his arms as Chris knelt down to greet him, “Hi bubba! don’t ever do that again.” your heart melted at the greeting, you know if it was your own dog back home you would be a complete mess. After a good long reunion Chris looked up at you.

“Hi, Thank you, Thank you. You wouldn’t believe how worried I was when I noticed he’d got out of the park” he spoke, out of breath, considering he had just run 5 blocks. You stood there for a second, trying to compose a calm and collected response so as to not freak him out. “Of course! I have a dog back home and would hope someone would do the same thing if he got out” He smiled at your sympathising.

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[urcatslitterbox]

𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ~ 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨

Chris Evans x reader

A quick blurb for the absolute sweetheart that is Chris Evans.

Cw: none just super soft

The tv across from you played some random sitcom though you weren’t really paying attention. Instead, you laid listening to his steady heartbeat as your head rests on his bare chest. Tilting your head slightly, you take a moment to gaze at the man in front of you.

Eyes trailing up his neck to his face taking in the light scruff you love so much. His perfect pink lips, so soft and plump. Moving further up following the curve of his nose. The slight bump of it that he says he hates, but you assure him it only adds to his never ending beauty. Letting your gaze fall to the side slightly, you appreciate his eyes. Those ocean blue eyes. The ones you could comfortably get lost in forever. And his unfairly long lashes.

At this point Chris can feel your eyes on him. He looks down only to see you staring right back at him.

“What?” He speaks lowly, a playfulness to his tired voice. You smile slightly as you answer. “Nothing, Just think you’re beautiful.” You whisper. A smile begins to bloom on his serene face. “Beautiful?” He questions. You hum in response still staring with half lided eyes as sleep begins to creep up on you as well.

A hand reaches up to gently stroke your cheek. You lean into his soft touch loving the warmth it provides. He leans closer to you, so close you can feel his breath but you don’t touch. “Baby I’m not a mirror” he jokes before closing the small gap between you two. His kiss is soft and full of nothing but pure love.

When the two of you pull apart you can’t help the smile that over takes your face. “I love you” you say and give him another peck on the lips. “I love you more” he says, his eyes fighting to stay open. You snuggle back into his chest ready to finally surrender to sleep. “Not possible” you murmur as you close your eyes and let the darkness and Chris’ warmth consume you.

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A/n: This is honestly just me projecting how I love (bc I have no one to actually love..) but anyways hoped you liked it!

I’m really working on finishing the things I write in a faster amount of time as well as the format so I hope this is better. Also if anyone has any tips on how to actually finish writing something I’d really appreciate it LMAO.

[charliesangel67]

Period Emergencies:

Warnings: None, pure fluff. Mentions of periods.

Authors note: No decription of readers body or anything other than reader having a period. no use of y/n or female character so this can be read as a gender neutral reader. This is written in first person using I,me,mine,my pro nouns.

English is not my first language so I apologise for any grammar mistakes etc.

W.C- 508 (yea... sorry this is really short)

Parings- CEO!Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

After spending hours of moaning and groaning restlessly in bed, I finally decided to go to the kitchen and get some ibuprofen. But upon getting out of bed, I fell to the ground with a large thud. “Uhhh” I groaned in pain.

“Baby, are you okay?” Bucky asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

“All good babe, just got my period.” I announced to him as I saw him come out of his office and enter our shared bedroom.

“Oh, okay. I'll be home in about 10 minutes, just stay in bed until then.” He responded, “Wait, weren't you in a meeting?” I questioned,

“Yes, and? I run the business, I can decide to leave if I want.” Bucky calmly replied. “Can you at least get me some ibuprofen?”

“Top draw of your bedside table.” He replied, disappearing from the door frame. And within seconds I heard the door shut behind him as his car pulled out of the driveway.

Turning to my bedside table, I opened the draw and sure enough there was a pack of ibuprofen laying amongst my other period care items. After taking a tablet I decided to hop in the shower and clean myself up a bit before Bucky gets home. As I turned off the running shower, I heard a knock on the bedroom door, “Come in!” I yelled to the visitor even though I knew it could only be my husband.

“Hey baby, are you feeling any better?” He asked sincerely. “No, still feel like shit” I sighed.

“Well, I got you some of your favourite snacks and some tampons and all that, we can watch a movie and just chill if you like. However I do have to run into the office quickly.” Bucky responded. “Yes! Let's do that. Why do you have to run in? Don't you work from home on Fridays?” I asked disappointed. “Yeah, I do. But some new employee almost shot himself ‘cause he didn't know how the fucking gun worked. So I gotta go sort that out, probably fire him or place him in an office job.” He laughed off.

“Oh, okay. I guess I'll see you later then"

"Bye doll, I love you” Bucky said as he brought me into his warm embrace.

“Mmmhh” I hummed, breathing in his sweet and all too familiar scent of cinnamon and peppermint mixed with his expensive cologne.

I decided to pass some time, snacking and watching tiktoks until my husband returned. And after a couple of hours, he did. I set up the bed for him while he got changed into sweats and a hoodie before crawling into bed beside me. “What do you wanna watch, doll?”

“How about, my all time favourite movie, Because I want a little cry today. How does the Notebook sound?” I asked sweetly knowing that Bucky hated watching it because he always had to hide that he was crying.

The rest of the night was spent watch multiple movies, snacking on tv snacks and pringles and cuddling with my Bucky.

Yeah, ummm. Well this was really shitty, but I hope u enjoyed that 😅

[shininglikeyoursmile]

My favourite melody

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Word count: around 500

Summary : Lloyd realises how far he'd fallen for you and he doesn't wish to stop it anytime soon maybe never.(This is from his pov)

Warning: Soft Lloyd, 😌, feels ,🥺. Fluff!!!!!🥰😊😇 . As always no minors. 18+ only.

A/n: WHY HE'S FICTIONAL! 😭😭😭. I want my own llyod to take care of me . Liiiike please🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. I just love him 🥹🥹🥹

There is no actual description of reader. No use of y/n.

All mistakes are my own. No beta read. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

As always my beloved, comments, feedback and reblog are SO MUCH APPRECIATED!!!!! please leave some feedback!!!!!🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Lots of love! ❤️

Lloyd POV:

I used to think the world revolved around me until she came storming in my life ,and for once I wasn't complaining.

The realisation hit me after a while, that my world revolved around her. She sets my soul on fire and the warmth soothes the very reason of my being. I don't want the fire to ever be put out because it makes me feel alive. I trace my fingertips along her cheek and it's more than enough that she's in my arms . More than anything it's enough for me, for a lifetime but maybe I am greedy and I want her for eternity. Her sleeping form moves closer to seek more of my warmth and my heart feels like it can burst out of my chest at the next second but instead it beats so hard that it makes a melody which my ears only hear. I love her and God, I love her. "I've never asked for anything, Cupcake. But for you," he leans down and his lips dance along your forehead "for you I will beg to God." . He lets the words hang in the air. It's like a warm blanket settled over his cold heart. A heart he used to think which can't love. But then there are you making him feel every single thing. His hand seetles on your waist and he pulls you closer and you let out a sigh of contentment. His words from earlier echo in his head and he feels the reality of how far he has fallen for you. His Cupcake. He tilts your chin to get a better look at your sleeping face. My sunshine " he whispers and his lips brush along your jaw . His gaze moves to your close eyes and he thinks, the colour of your eyes is his favourite and he makes a promise to himself to keep it like that till his last breath and for eternity if that's what is waiting for you both. "I want you in a way I can't explain Sunshine. But let me try to explain it"he sighs and his lips turn in a grin"If someone asked me to choose between the world and you, and I had two chances , i will choose you twice so the world better know you are mine and I am yours' ' . The evening is turning colder ,he notices as he gazes at the window . "I will choose your warmth if everything I've achieved is winter "he continues ,"I need you more than air ."

"Lloyd " your sleepy voice makes his eyes meet yours "yeah, sunshine?" He replies with a smile. "I am sleepy" you say in a baby-like tone and he smiles, genuinely smiles. A type of smile which makes his eyes twinkle in the dark night. "And nothing is stopping you from sleeping more " he says in a soft tone and then you are back to sleep. It's like his presence has that calming effect on your soul which makes you fall asleep easily and moreover fall in love with him. He pulls up the warm blanket more til it's touching your chin and that's the last thing you both remember when the deep slumber of sleep pulls you in a sea of dreams. And for the nth time he isn't complaining.

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Aggghh my heart 🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[sapphirerogers]

Labyrinth

Summary: You're not his first choice. But you realise you can't be mad about it. You don't have the right.

Steve Rogers x gn! reader (not dating though, they're...they were best friends), post Civil War.

[Warnings: angst (sort of unrequited love?), attempt at fluff (?), Hurt and not so much comfort, Sam is a good friend though.]

A/N: no prizes for guessing the reason behind the title. Also this is Stucky if you want it to be. Otherwise it isn't.

"You don't think he cares about you or me?"

"I never said that, Sam. It's just that..." You took a deep breath, "if you and Bucky both ended up in two separate situations where you both needed him, who do you think he'd reach first?" You stared at him, waiting for his answer, nodding and looking away when he remained silent.

"Y/N..." He started.

"He cares about us Sam. He really does care a lot. It's in his nature to care about people, that's what makes him so amazing." You sighed, wishing you felt differently about this. "It's just that...no matter what happens, Bucky knows perfectly well that Steve will always reach him when he needs help. You and me, we're another story. He will come for us, but only if and when he can. Bucky has the assurance of 'always'. We don't. We know deep down that if Bucky is in trouble, Steve will go to him first, and us second. We have to keep a backup for ourselves. Bucky will never need a backup."

A sudden realisation dawned upon him, and Sam watched you intently. He knew what was going on in your mind.

"I'm not mad at him for that, and I'm not jealous of Bucky. I swear I'm not." You continued, wrapping your hands around the coffee mug and shuffling closer to your best friend. "Steve and Bucky...they've known each other all their lives, they have a bond that runs deeper than that of lifelong friends. They're two halves of the same soul at this point. So I get it, all of it. I truly do. I just..." You drew in a shaky breath. "There's nothing to do about it really. It's good to prioritise people, else you'd be all over the place. Honestly, it's heartwarming too, watching the two of them with each other. I've never seen Steve smile more than he does around Bucky. So...it's okay. I'm okay. Or I will be. Whatever. It's fine."

Sam pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, then in his usual deadpan fashion, he dropped the bombshell.

"You love him."

You snapped your head up. "What-"

"We all love him, deeply. But you're in love with him."

Uh-oh.

You turned your gaze away from him, clenching your teeth to avoid crumbling. You knew he was right, but for the life of you, you couldn't accept it out loud. It would only hurt so much more. Sam, however, found all the answers he needed in your silence.

"I know what you're gonna say - I'm selfish, I'm crazy, and I'm overreacting. I understand that." You look down at your lap.

"Is that really what you think I was gonna say?"

"It's true, regardless."

"You know everything you're feeling is valid, right? You're not a bad person because of this."

"Still wish I didn't feel all of it. Sucks to have a heart."

"You should tell him."

"I can't."

"Not about Bucky. About you. He deserves to know."

"I can't tell him that either. Don't get me started on that conversation, please. I've had it with myself way too many times. Look, we're ex-Avengers, currently on the run. We have plenty of stuff to worry about, so this will fade. It only hurts this much right now."

Steve swallowed, trying to ease the tightness in his chest as he silently stood behind you two, listening to you talk. It all made sense now - you suddenly being short with him, refusing to let him come with you as you left for Budapest earlier that month, the cold shoulder you had been giving him all the time recently. He understood it all too well now; you were hurt. And you thought he might leave you alone to get to Bucky first.

Were you right though?

Steve used to pride himself on being dependable and loyal, but for the first time ever, he realised, much to his shock, that he couldn't answer that question with absolute honesty without knowing the reply would break your heart even further.

Uh-oh.

He sniffled, then cursed himself for it, because now you two were both looking back at him, Sam's expression being one of mild surprise and shit, and yours being that of pure shock.

"How long have you been standing there?" You asked, sharply, your voice hoarse.

"I'll give you two some space." Sam slid out of the vicinity quickly, his place now occupied by Steve's six-foot, two-hundred-pound frame.

"Look I'm sorry-" you stuttered out.

"If it's for pushing me away, then yes, you owe me an apology. Because that hurt." He said, doing his best to keep his tone level and calm.

"That...yes, that, and also-"

"Otherwise there's nothing to apologise for." He shot down whatever you were going to reply with.

You sat in awkward silence for a minute before he spoke up again, "Is it true, what Sam said?"

"Sam said a lot of things, Rogers." You said flatly.

"Do you love me?" He asked quietly.

You debated with yourself over the best way to respond to this, then shrugged nonchalantly. "No more than everyone else does."

That's a lie, even I can tell, Steve thought.

He patted your knee, making you look up at him, then stared deeply into your eyes. "Come here," he said softly, opening his arms.

You looked up at him with narrowed eyes, before giving in and letting him pull you into himself.

And that's when the dam broke.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered and he shook his head.

"Don't be, please, sweetheart."

"It's true," you croaked out in response to his earlier question, as you cried into his shirt. He rubbed your back slowly, resting his chin on top of your head while holding back his own tears.

The words were on the tip of his tongue. he was so ready and willing to say it and yet...it felt shallow when he said them aloud in his head. He didn't think telling you he felt the same would mean much in this moment. So he kept quiet, choosing to simply hold you instead, doing his best to physically comfort you.

Because as much as he hated to admit it...you were unfortunately right. Bucky was his number one, and even though you were an extremely close second...that's just it - you were, after all, second.

And no confession from him would take that away.

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[I'm sorry too.

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[littlelioncub43]

Ok but you know what we all need? A hug from this guy:

And let me tell you, he needs one too.

You're both run down and beat from the long day you had. His boss managed to pile on the workload extra heavy today, and he was just plain missing you. You were equally as tired and all you could think about was curling up in your dorky boyfriend's annoyingly strong arms and going to sleep.

The moment you guys see each other, you're both mozying your way over to each other, too exhausted to move quicker than normal. You meet each other half way in the living room, your arms reaching out to drape around his neck. Dennis is less shy when he's tired and needy, so he wraps his arms around your waist with more confidence than normal. You both relax into each other the instant you're touching, the smell of his clean aftershave and bodywash fill your nostrils as you rest your head on his shoulder, burying your nose in his neck. Dennis hides his face in your hair, breathing in your scent as you do his. He holds you a little closer, needing to keep this moment here just a little while longer. Neither of you say anything for the better part of 2 minutes and just hug.

With a heavy sigh, you pull back to look up at him, feeling lighter and much much better. Dennis looks more at peace, still tired but not tormented. It's then that you notice the subtle sway of your bodies, and the gentle smile poised on his lips.

"Do you want to order something and watch TV?" He asks. You can't help but smile back at him.

"That sounds nice," you fiddle with the collar of his polo.

"It's a date."

[dee-writes-smut]

Below the cut are the linked characters, those who do not have links have yet to be written.

A Court Of Thorns And Roses

Fourth Wing

Grey's Anatomy

Narcos

Stranger Things

The Last Of Us

Azriel

Cassian

Eddie Munson

Eris Vanserra

Javier Pena

Joel Miller

Lucien Vanserra

Rhysand

Steve Harrington

Xaden Riorson

Azriel

Cassian

Eris Vanserra

Lucien Vanserra

Rhysand - I couldn't find him, he's probably with Feyre. Keep an eye out, would you?

Liam Mairi

Mark Sloan

Shoto Todoroki

Javier Pena - nothing yet, I'm sure he's just out smoking somewhere

Joel Miller

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

[pahtoosh]

baba face

[image ID: photos of sebastian stan, chris evans, and various stuffed animals photoshopped onto a yellow background. sebastian stan is holding a round wolf stuffed animal and looking into the distance. chris evans is hiding a smile with a hand over his mouth. the stuffed animals include four frowning stuffed animals and one smiling one. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~2400 words

warnings: reader takes a little tumble

a/n: this was inspired by @angelbaby-fics ! Chloe, thank you for showing me your turtle and inspiring this whole piece! (side note: if anyone would like to talk about their stuffies, I would LOVE to hear about them!!

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies

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It all started when Sam came back from a mission in late June. The Avengers would sometimes bring back presents when they went overseas. They didn’t always have the time to stop by a gift shop but when they did, the gifts were always cherished and held a little closer when the Avenger eventually had to travel again. 

Two weeks before his mission, you had gotten very close with Sam. Your daddies asked him to watch over you one day and he gave you a whole adventure. He took you to a pottery painting studio, then the park, and ended the day with the best ice cream you’ve ever had. From then on, you were inseparable. 

During group meal times, you’d make jokes with him across the table. If you were allowed in the room for a meeting, you’d pass notes back and forth. Sam would also play with you during Tony’s summer parties; he was going to let you fly with redwing before Bucky marched outside and confined you to his hip for the rest of the night. You didn’t mind too much though, the sky probably wasn’t as comfortable as being held by Baba. 

Your attachment to Sam made this mission all the more difficult for everyone involved. You, because you missed your friend. Sam, because he missed your happy giggles and felt bad for leaving you right when he finally gained your trust. And your daddies because they had to witness you get sad every time something reminded you of Sam. 

Fortunately, the mission was going well and he was expected to return right on time. On his last day, Sam was looking both ways to cross the street when a stuffed animal in a display window caught his eye. He looked at his watch to see if he had enough time to make his flight, then quickly entered the store and bought the plushie because he knew you’d love it. 

On the plane, Sam sat with the plushie in his lap to keep it safe. It was still in the bag from the store, looking like an oddly shaped lump in a now wrinkly paper bag. When Sam returned to the tower, Steve was the first to greet him before you nudged your Dada out of the way to give Sam a bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, Sammy!”

“I missed you too, peanut.” He kneeled down and handed you the paper bag. “I gotcha something.”

You beamed at him. “Thank you! I love it!”

Sam laughed. “You haven’t even opened it yet!”

“I already know I’m gonna like it because it’s from you,” you said, matter of factly. “But okay.”

You opened the bag and gasped when you saw the plush. 

It was a soft turtle with a slightly slouched posture, but that wasn’t the part you were focused on. Your favorite part was the plushie’s grumpy expression. It looked just like Bucky. 

“HE HAS BABA FACE! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” You screamed your gratitude while running circles around the trio of Sam and your daddies. Sam and Steve were barely holding in their laughter, meanwhile Bucky stood confused, but happy that you were happy. Despite his super hearing, he wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly. Did you say baba face? Or maybe you said bubble face?  

Bucky figured that this wasn’t something he needed the answers to immediately, so he didn’t ask any questions and resolved to watching you tire yourself out. 

The grumpy turtle became your new shadow. Everywhere you went, so did the plush. You’d have it tucked under your arm while running through the compound. During mealtimes in your home, the turtle would get his own chair and toy food. Outside, you kept your turtle in a drawstring backpack with the head poking out so he could see the world too. When your daddies carried you around, you’d make a silly game out of making the turtle mess up your Dada’s hair or bite your Baba’s ears. 

Even before giving you the turtle, Sam loved to boast about how he was your favorite Avenger(you didn’t have a favorite, but you didn’t have the heart to correct him on that when he kept giving you all of his attention). When you all played hide and seek, he bragged for three days straight about how you chose him to be your partner. Your attachment to the turtle only heightened his pride. 

He always asked you where the turtle was, knowing it couldn’t be more than three feet away from you. Sam made a big fuss about the turtle having his own seat at the dinner table and fell victim to your strength and contagious giggles when you pushed him out of his seat to make room for your turtle. Sam learned his lesson that day and didn’t fight for the turtle to have his own chair in the debriefing room. However, he did bring in an extra stool for the plush. Sam even bought you the very drawstring backpack that allowed you to take your new friend on your outdoor adventures. In private, he’d ask you about how the turtle was settling into his new home and gave him the gentlest kiss when you said the turtle needed more lovin’. 

The others all thought your friendship with Sam was adorable, but there was one person who saw this as an opportunity for some friendly competition. Natasha knew that there was room in your heart for more than one avenger bestie, so she devised a plan to take her spot. She had two missions in August–the first: survey a crime group that’s suspected to have ties with Zemo. The second: give you a gift worthy of four days of bragging. 

After successful recon, Natasha’s plane landed in the Avenger’s HQ. She turned in her paperwork that she completed on the flight home, then went to freshen up so she could give you your gift. Natasha found you cuddled up with Steve in the movie room watching some old cartoon. She knocked on the door.

“Got any room for a couple more friends on that couch?”

“Natty, you’re back!” You untangled yourself from Steve and ran to give her a hug. You looked behind her expecting to see more of the group. “Where’s the other friends?”

She held up a bag with the arm that wasn’t hugging you. “Your new friend traveled a long way to get here.”

You squealed and hugged Natasha again before accepting the bag from her hand and kneeling on the floor to pull out the tissue paper and free your gift. 

“You guys are spoiling them, you know that?” Steve asked, lightheartedly from the couch.

“Oh hush, how many hours of screen time have you given them today?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple times, not expecting the question.

“Doesn’t count if the movies came from your time, right?” 

Any response from Steve was cut off by your cheering. 

“BABA OCTOPUS!! BABATOPUS!!” you held up the plush proudly like it was Simba. “Dada, look!”

“Oh he’s beautiful, baby.” Steve chuckled at the round, bright red octopus plush with a deep frown on its face. “What do you say to Nat?”

“THANK YOU NAAAT!” you yelled. Excitement flickered across your face once more, then you ran out of the movie room with the octopus securely tucked under your arm.

“Where are you going, baby? And no running indoors!” Steve shouted as he chased after you. 

You slowed for a bit, but kept moving at a swift pace. “I hav’ta show Baba my new friend!”

Natasha watched your little race from the movie room with an amused grin on her face. During dinner that night, she enjoyed the shocked look on Sam’s face when you pulled up with two grumpy plushies and pretended to feed the octopus before the turtle.

Sam turned to Natasha. “You have no idea what you’ve just started.”

She smirked. “And you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Steve leaned over to whisper to Bucky. “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The competition expanded beyond Natasha and Sam. All of the Avengers were determined to find the next grumpy plush to win your heart. There was a penguin from Peter, a frog from Thor, a cat from Tony, and a panda from Wanda. Your collection was starting to get out of control. You desperately wanted to carry all of your plushies everywhere with you to keep things fair, but your daddies put an end to that when you tripped on the sidewalk while trying to push a stroller full of scowling stuffed animals. 

Bucky decided to help you create a system so you could fairly pick one plushie from the collection to carry around for the day. He made small slips of paper so you could write down their names and pull one out of a cup each morning. He brought his supplies to you while you were having an afternoon snack at the dining table. His heart broke seeing you with your knees bandaged up and the streaks of dried tears from the fall earlier today still on your face.

“Hi, Baba,” you sniffled.

“Hey, sweetie. What’s going on? You eatin’ your snack?”

“Mhm.”

“Why aren’t you eating at the kitchen island, baby? You always eat your snack there.”

You pouted and gestured to the plushies sitting around you. “I can’t fit all my friends there.”

“Oh I know, bubs. It must be so hard carrying all these guys around, huh?” He mentally scolded himself for leaving you alone during your snack. He should’ve known better than to expect you to stay put when your little friends were trapped inside the stroller. It must’ve taken so long to arrange the plushies around the table with your injury. 

You perked up at his next words. 

“Baba has something for you.” Bucky spread out the slips of paper on the table and placed a cup next to them. “You can write down the names of all your little friends on these papers and pick one name out of the cup to decide which one you’re walking around with for the day. Does that sound fair?”

You shrugged, “I guess I can do that.” You really would’ve liked a solution that allowed you to bring all of the grumpy plushies with you everywhere, but deep down you knew that it just wasn’t practical. You took the pencil that Bucky held out for you and started writing down your plushies’ names.

Your Baba lovingly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back while you wrote. He loved watching you focus on a task. He almost didn’t notice what you were writing down.

Bucky squinted then blinked a couple of times, not believing what he saw. “Baby, why are you writing ‘Baba’ on everything?”

You paused and tilted your head back to look at him. “That’s their names. Baba Turtle and Baba Cat and Baba Bear and Baba-”

“Why do you call them that?”

“‘Cause look!” You picked up the grumpy frog sitting next to you and held it out for Bucky to see. “They look like Baba!” You hugged the plushie before setting it back down to continue writing. 

Bucky’s heart melted. His sweet, wonderful baby was so attached to these plushies that reminded them of him. His signature scowl that often got him into trouble brought them comfort. His friends even noticed and spoiled his baby rotten with even more of these toys. 

Bucky continued watching you work. He looked at the plushies differently now. 

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Steve and Bucky were cleaning your playroom. Normally this would be your responsibility, but you had gone to bed a little earlier, and they didn’t want you walking too much with your injury. Steve was putting your plushies into their designated bins. He wasn’t harsh with them, but his efficient method of gathering an armful and plopping them down certainly would have raised an eyebrow from you. 

“Hey, go easy with turtle me,” Bucky teased. 

“Turtle you?” Steve asked. 

Bucky nodded proudly, then held the plush up to his face. “Don’t you see the resemblance?” 

“Whatever, punk. At least my face isn’t the reason we have a 50 gallon bin of stuffed animals.” Steve turned around and kept cleaning, completely missing the look of excitement on Bucky’s face. 

The next day, your Baba volunteered to pick up breakfast while Steve helped you get ready. Bucky stopped by a toy store on his way to the bakery. He’d seen this particular plushie before and knew that this was the perfect moment to get it for you. Not too long later, he was entering your home with bagels in one hand and your new friend in the other. 

Bucky hid the plush behind his back when he heard you and Steve walking towards him. 

“Hi, Baba!”

“Good morning, baby.” Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead, then kissed Steve’s cheek as a thanks when he handed off the box of bagels. 

You hugged Bucky and couldn’t help but notice that one of his hands wasn’t hugging you back. 

“Baba, hug me better,” you whined. 

Bucky laughed. “Hang on, I’ve got somethin’ for ya.”

You gasped in excitement and took a step back so you could see. Bucky revealed the plush with a dramatic flourish, then somewhat nervously waited for your reaction. The stuffed animal had you in shock. It was a stuffed giraffe that stood with the most perfect posture. It had spiky hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. You knew exactly who it was supposed to resemble. 

“IT'S DADA!” You squealed and graciously took the plush while running to the kitchen where Steve was. He was already making his way to you when he heard your scream. 

“Dada’s right here, bubba. What’s going on?”

You held up the plush while doing a little dance. “Look! It’s a Dada giraffe!”

Steve laughed then ran a hand over his face when he made the connection. You ran off to your playroom, saying something about “finding a Baba for this Dada” while your daddies shared a look. 

Bucky brought in Steve for a hug, patting his dumbfounded lover on the back. He playfully whispered in his ear, “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

[dreamedaboutboys]

Mini horny thought: The submission of Daddies

Sub!Chris Evans X Dom!Reader X Sub! Sebastian Stan

Summary: You decide to make a small competition between your daddies.

A/N: I was horny, so here's some micro fic, English is not my first language, so yeah, probably there are grammar mistakes

Warning: Face-sitting, BDSM (Minor) , edging, super short fic. It's supposed to be Male, but it's pretty GN.

Chris has a strong grip on your hip, not for dominance, but because of need, because of his fear of you getting off his face and taking away his treat he begged so long for. His velvet, hot tongue feasted on your entrance, his spit running off the side of his face from the clumsy, desperate moves, and his moans muffled by your back covering his face.

Sebastian is slowly thrusting his hips, desperately trying not to cum, while following your order of fucking Chris. His moans sound more like sobs, but he knows he brought this to him the moment he asked you to fuck someone.Yet, he didn't expect to be blindfolded and handcuffed.

“Come on, daddy” You mocked him “Chris hasn't stopped his feasting since I sat on his face, you are making this way too easy for him” you smirked at him, even if he couldn't see it .

You notice the puddle of precum on Chris' belly. You trace a lane from Chris’ nipple to his cockhead with your finger, gathering some precum from his cock on your thumb.

“May I remember both of you” You moved your thumb to Sebastian’s lower lip, before invading his mouth with it “Only the one who doesn't cum tonight, will sleep with me, the other will sleep on the coach” You smirked as both men let off muffled moans.

The three of you know it will be a long, long night.

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober 20

Alt 2: "I hate it." / "No, you don't."

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, swearing (it's Ran). established relationship,

Summary: Going to a charity gala, Ransom despises the tie you've gotten him. Word Count: 626 words

A/N: Sorry to all dog lovers (myself included) and no hate to Paul Smith for the inspiration of the dog tie (here). Also sorry it came after a lil Scratch the dog fic! - Love, Grem x

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"I hate it."

"No, you don't."

You sigh, biting back a smile as you straighten your boyfriend's new tie. He'd promised he'd wear whatever tie you got him, so long as it was designer. He'd said he didn't care what tie, so long as it was designer.

And, oh, it was designer alright.

One hundred and twenty pounds (or one hundred and fifty-five US dollars and seventy-eight cents) worth of fabric embroidered with multiple different breeds of dog.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale hated dogs.

"It's Paul Smith," You say coolly, smoothing the tie down. You can tell Ransom is seething by the rise and fall of his chest and you know damn well he's glaring daggers at you.

"It's fuck ugly is what it is," He hisses back at you, his own large hands inspecting the tie. You take a cautionary glance up to see him frowning at the tie and then glancing to the mirror with a worried expression.

"Ooh now don't say that," You coo mockingly and swiftly turn your back to him before he can catch your grin. You knew he'd hate it. That's why you'd bought it. He'd royally pissed you off two weeks ago when you were planning for the event in typical Ransom fashion; blowing you off and being a selfish prick as per usual. You loved your boyfriend - but sometimes he got on your damn nerves and this time, you weren't willing to let it go.

You picked up the small square box on the chair in front of you, handing it to Ransom with a smile.

"Here," You chirp, handing him the box. "I got this for you too."

Ransom balked as he opened the box, finding a matching pocket square for his tie.

"No..." He says quietly, looking up at you in disbelief. "Please don't make me wear this."

You bite back a laugh, trying your best to pout at him sweetly. "You promised, Ran."

Ransom's eyes scanned your sweet face. He had promised and there was no manipulation he could use to wriggle his way out of it. He checked his watch. The taxi would be here in five minutes. There was no time to change and you would be mad at him all night for breaking his promise. He'd have to suffer through it for you.

Oh, the things one does for love.

Ransom sighs, folding the pocket square into his suit jacket and giving a dejected look into the mirror as he gives himself one final once-over. Every time his eyes got drawn to the tie he wanted to rip it off.

You watch his internal turmoil proudly, folding your arms across your chest and admiring him. You inch slowly in the direction of the door.

"You look good," You reassure him.

"I always look good," He quips, adjusting the tie a third time. "I'll help you organise the gala next time. I'm... sorry I left it all to you."

You blink for a moment. Ransom never usually apologises. You narrow your eyes at him, now half sticking out of the door.

"You're not getting out of wearing it." You say cautiously.

"I'm not." Ransom huffs and rakes a hand through his hair. "Genuinely, I'm sorry."

The way he's looking at you confirms it and your smile softens your features. You're silently kicking your shoes off from behind the door and Ransom is starting to look at you quizzically.

"Thanks honey," You gush, excitement brewing in your chest as your bare feet touch the floor of the large house. "Promise you won't do it again?"

Ransom smiles and then nods. "Promise. I was an ass."

"You were." You agree and laugh at the frown he gives you. "But, do you mean it? About helping me next time?"

"I do." He places his hand over his heart and winces as if the tie hurt him. "Scout's honour."

"Good," You smirk. "You can help pick out an outfit and tie tomorrow... Because if you'd been paying attention, you'd know the Gala is next week."

Ransom's smile drops and you can only hear him yelling after you as you bound down the long hallway in your bare feet. Ransom Drysdale may be smart but you were always smarter. Always one step ahead of him; the only person he'd be less selfish for and all the more foolish. He couldn't help but grin, tugging the tie from around his neck as he chased after you and discarding it somewhere he couldn't care less about, thinking about how much he loved you and how he couldn't wait to get his hands on you and get his own back.

[laceswan]

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[tickles-in-ficland]

I’m on a Chris Evans kick lately 😂 Enjoy this short fic!

Undeserving

Summary: Feeling unworthy of being with someone just named “The Sexiest Man Alive” Chris shows Y/N just how deserving they are. Ler!ChrisEvans x Ticklish! GN!reader

Word count: 1,241

You were so proud. Truly you were. You were beaming with pride. Your boyfriend, your love, your best friend in the world had just been named “Sexiest Man Alive 2022” You always knew he was sexy, as did everyone else but now it was official. Even with all the excitement surrounding him, a tug of guilt and self deprecation was eating away at you.

What did you to deserve this man? You were decent looking you supposed, and Chris often told you how beautiful he thought you were but it wasn’t why he fell in love with you. Even still you didn’t feel like you deserved him. You two were introduced through his brother. Your niece went to school with his and you had hit it off instantly. Not only was he an amazing person who made laugh, and made you feel more loved than you ever had, he could literally have any super model he wanted, what made you special?

The internet didn’t help either. Normally internet trolls didn’t bother you, but people could be really mean out of jealously. An average girl with an A lister like Chris Evans? Who even is she?

You bit your lip as you scrolled through your instagram comments, a tear threatening to fall from your beautiful Y/E/C eyes.

Y/N is so average looking. Chris deserves someone who’s as good looking as he is.

Why is he with Y/N? A 2/10 at best. Someone that sexy should be with a 10/10

Y/N’s not even that cute. He would be happier with someone of his status. Y/N is probably only with him because he’s famous.

“Hey sweetheart.” you heard Chris’ smooth deep voice call from the doorway to the bedroom.

Not wanting him to see me that you were about to cry you quickly wiped the tear that threatened to fall. “Hey baby.” you said plastering on your best forced smile.

Seeing right through the facade, Chris’ brow furrowed as he sat next to you on the bed.

“Hey. “ Chris whispered quietly, tipping your chin to look at him, your eyes now brimming with tears. “Baby what’s wrong?”

You sniffled. “N-nothing. I’m fine.”

Chris shook his head. “No you’re not fine. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

You sighed, turning your phone so he could see what you were looking at. Letting out a deep sigh, Chris tossed the phone to the side and took your hands in his.

“Baby, you can’t let those trolls get to you. They are miserable people who like tearing others down.”

“Bu-but they’re right. I don’t deserve you. You’re this big movie star, the sexiest man alive according to literally everyone and rightfully so, and I’m just a nobody from a small town in Massachusetts. You deserve someone in the same league.”

You tried standing up but Chris gently guided you to sit back down.

“Firstly, it’s just a title. It means nothing at the end of the day. Secondly, You are not a nobody. You are the best person I’ve ever known. I never wanted to be with someone who was equally as known as me. I always wanted someone down to earth who could be my safe space from all that. You are that safe space baby.” he said stroking your cheek adoringly.

“And as far as your looks go, I think you are absolutely stunning and I find it hard to take my eyes off of you. But it’s not why I’m with you. You’re kind, compassionate, caring. You make me laugh with your goofy antics and your cheekiness. I couldn’t be more in love with you if I tried.”

Now wracked with sobs, you fell into his arms as Chris stroked your head gently, as your body shook with your cries. After a moment you sat up, sniffling and looked at your boyfriend who was staring so adoringly at you.

“I thought I didn’t deserve you.” you whispered wiping your tears.

“We deserve each other.” he said planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before lifting your chin slightly to meet his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss, pulling him close and tight wanting to savor every moment.

“Mmm.” Chris smirked pulling away from the kiss. “Now that’s more like it.”

You giggled slightly as you leaned back on the bed.

“There it is.” Chris smiled warmly. “There’s my favorite smile. Let me see it again.”

Your eyes sparkled with playfulness as you sat up and shook your head. You knew where this was going and you secretly hoped for it.

“No?!” Chris asked. “Guess I’ll just have to take care of that.”

With a gentle shove, you fell backwards on to the mattress. You turned your body slightly to try to scramble away but with a swift tug at your ankle, you were right back where you started.

“Chrihihis! Nohoho!”

“But I want to see my beautiful love’s even more beautiful smile.” He chuckled, his own beautiful smile taking up his whole face.

“Come oooon. Where is it?” he asked poking up and down your sides.

You shut your eyes tightly trying to push away the tickly sensation running through your body but nothing was working.

“Bahahbe! Plehehease!” Sporadic bubbly giggles spilled over as Chris began digging more forcefully into your sides and over your tummy. You batted at his hands weakly, a smile tugged at your lips as you attempted to suppress your laughter.

His eyes narrowed at you playfully. “Come on Y/N. Tell me where your smile is or this is going to get worse for you. I see it peeking out but I want the full smile. I know you can do it.”

“Nehehever!” you scoffed with a laugh.

“Oho! Nehever? Challenge accepted.” he declared.

Before you could say another word, his thumbs began to drill into your death spot. The crevice between your hips and your thighs. A scream of a belly laughter rang throughout the room.

“Hey!” Chris cheered as he continued his tickle attack. “There it is!”

“NAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” you laughed in ticklish agony. This spot was the absolute worst and Chris knew it.

“GOHOHO SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHEHLSE!”

“But I finally found your beautiful smile baby. I’m not letting it get away again.”

“FIHIHINE! IHI AHAM SMIHIHILIHING!” you said plastering the biggest, cheesy smile you could muster.

Leaning down and blowing possibly the biggest raspberry possible in the crook of your neck, your laughter turned silent and it was then Chris knew you had enough.

He sat up with a smile watching you take deep, hungry breaths, your bright bubbly laughter still lingering as the ticklish sensation had not worn off.

“I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re undeserving of my love. Understood?” he asked helping you sit up.

A now real and genuine smile graced your face. “Yes Captain.” you said saluting him as a tease to his role as Captain America.

With a playful growl, he once again tackled you to the bed. With a surprised yelp, you giggled as you pulled him down to capture his lips with yours.

Breaking from the kiss for a moment he held your cheek in his palm. “I love you Y/N. With all my heart and more.”

“I love you too Christopher. Always and forever.”

“Always and forever.”

His lips once again crashing on top of yours, he showed you all the ways he loved you and never again did you believe yourself to be undeserving.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

OTHERS MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

IRL (DISCONTINUED)

Faking It (Chris Evans X Reader)

Where Are They!? (Dan Smith X Child!Reader)

Shipping (Cody Christian X Fem!Reader)

THE WALKING DEAD (TV SHOW)

It Won't Come To That (Daryl Dixon X Fem!Reader)

Walkers (Rick, Carl & Judith X Fem!Reader)

PERSON OF INTEREST

Potential (Finch X Reader)