#Steve Rodgers x plus size reader

[eccentricallygothic]

yeah yeah maybe i am ovulating, maybe i am disgusting

but one thing i know for sure is that

i am a 6' busty babe and

i would love for this man to fold me like his laundry

because like, everybody would think i call the shots because of how polite and soft he is overall and the size difference, of course plus me being a seasoned brat

only for me to act smart or big and he only gives me a look and i pathetically whimper and curl into his side, muttering apologies and pressing soft kisses along his humble shoulder

even better if i am wearing heels <3

[superdanverstrio]

Can I request Steve x Sam's older sister (plus size). Steve gets back from a job, and can't wait to see you. He's been pining for you, and all he's been thinking about is telling you how he feels.

And somehow work in the line: "If anybody were to kiss me...I would want that person to be you."

Feelings

Warnings: Sharon being mean for no reason

Parings: Steve x plus size reader

You were hanging out with Sam, your brother. Most sibling hate each other but you and Sam weren't like that at all, he told you everything, and you did the same, and you obviously always trusted him. “So you're seein' anyone yet?” He asked you. You chuckled and shock your head. “Nope, still extremely single. Pretty sure that's gonna be my reality forever.” You say sighing. “What? No it's not gonna be, you'll find someone, I'm sure of it.” “I doubt it, no one likes me like that.” You say. “That's not true.” “Oh yeah, name someone.” Sam looked at you but didn't say anything. “Sam, what do you know that I don't.” You asked, needing to know. He stayed silent for a second but ended up spilling the tea. “Alright, I wasn't supposed to say anything but… Steve had a think for you for a while now, I told him several times, but he was always too scared.” You were shocked Steve Rogers the most charming man and Captain America was into you a plus size and boring girl, you couldn't believe it compared to him, you had nothing special. “You're kidding right?” “ No, it's the truth, he is.”

 

After that, you just couldn't wait for him to come back from his mission. A day before Steve came back, Sharon came back. You walked to the kitchen to go grab a snack. You walked in and saw Sharon and her friends talking, you weren't the biggest fan of Sharon, so you tried your best to walk away, but she saw you. “Hey Y/N did you hear the news me and Steve are dating.” She said, and your heart dropped, 'b-but Sam said he liked me' you thought. “Really that's great. How did you get together.” You asked, you didn't really want to know, but at the same time you did. “Well we were doing our mission you know, and he just kissed me and said he loved me.” You smiled and told her it was great even tho you did mean it and left after that.

You really thought you had a chance with him, but obviously Steve would be more interested with a girl like Sharon, blond, funny and worry a sexier body.

You were walking back to your room, trying your hardest mot to cry apart until you were alone. You didn't notice as you walked by your brother. He couldn't see your face, but you could clearly tell something was wrong. “Sis? Are you ok?” You kept walking without answering his question. He was your brother, so of course he didn't let go. “Come on, what's wrong?” “Steve doesn't like me.” “Yes he does” “No he doesn't he's with Sharon. He even kissed her.” You then left to your room, leaving your brother shocked.

When Steve came back a day later from his mission, he was greeted from everyone but Sam. He went top look for him and found him in the training room. “Hey buddy, I'm back.” Steve said but Sam continued his work-out, barely acknowledging him. He tried talking to him, but he just did seem interested at all. “Did I do something wrong, Sam?” “ I don't know, you tell me.” Sam said bluntly. “What did I do?” He asked. “You lied to me, maybe.” “I lied to you? About what?” Steve asked, genuinely clueless, “You've been talking some much about my sister, telling me you think she is beautiful and that you really like her.” Sam said getting heated. “I wasn't lying, she's amazing, funny, and beautiful. Why would you think I was lying?” “ You kissed Sharon during your mission, and now you're with her.” Sam said, Steve looked at Sam with a shocked and puzzled expression. “I never kissed Sharon and i sure as hell never told her I love her.” “Well, Yesterday, Y/N was crying because you apparently did so fix it.”

When Sam said that, Steve almost sprinted to your room to try to rectify the thing. He knocked on your door and waited a second. “Sam, I'm fine, stop checking.” He heard coming from the other side of the door, “it's me, Steve, I need to talk to you.” A few second passed and the door opened. “ Hey, glad to see you in one piece.” You smiled softly. “Oh by the way, congratulation for you and Sharon.” You said with a smile that didn't fully reach your ears. “Y/N I'm not with Sharon, who told you that?” “You're not! But Sharon told me you guys kissed, and now you were together.” You said, and Steve looked confused. “We didn't- ohh.” Steve began, but then realized. “Listen yes we kissed, but it was only because we had to, if we hadn't our cover would have been blown, so she kissed me.”

“So you didn't really want to kiss her?” You said a little hopeful. “Y/N if anybody were to kiss me… I would want that person to be you.” He said, looking you dead in the eyes. Your eyes widen, in shock. Captain America wanted to kiss you, of all people. “M-me y-you want to kiss me. But I'm like not in your league at all, I'm not pretty like you, and I'm fat.” You say, looking down. “First of all I think you are absolutely beautiful, and I don't care that you have a little more on your body, that's what makes your charm. “ He says looking at you with so much love in he's eyes, then he kissed you. You were stunned at first but ended up getting into it when you pulled away out of breath you looked at him even more in love than you were before.

[minervadashwood]

Attn: Fic Writers of plus size characters

or fat, or curvy, or chubby, or whatever your choice of descriptor

This is call for self promotion 🙏

Reblog this post with links to your stories with plus size characters.

Tagging a few writers I know of: @bellasburdens @hannibals-favourite-meal @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

I'll get started!

Link to my masterlist. Link to Ao3. I write mostly plus size/fat characters, and the few stories that aren't specifically that, the readers are size neutral.

[maiyasuniverse]

Master List

Loki

The Drunken God (Fluff) Loki x Plus Size! Reader: The drunk God of Mischief is a little more affectionate.

Fit for a Goddess (Fluff) Loki x Black! Reader: You'll never have a bad hair day again.

Meeting the Family (Fluff) Loki x Plus Size! Reader: You're having anxiety about bringing Loki to meet your family.

Prayer to Pickles (Fluff) Loki x Reader: You pray to Loki instead of calling.

A Call Away (Angst, Savior Loki, Sexual assault) Loki x fem! Black! Reader: Bad Friends. Blurry Boundaries.

The Nerve (Smut) Loki x Black! Fem! Reader: Y/N teases Loki until you get the reaction you were looking for.

Summoning (Comfort): Loki x Plus Size! Reader: Y/N returns to a toxic home from the stark tower.

Let Me Fix You (Comfort) Loki x Reader!: Soft Loki, the reader accidentally hurts herself.

Masked (Fluff) Loki x Fem!Reader: Loki is hot and you tell him.

I'll Kill For You (Fluff) Loki x Black! Reader: Y/N had a bad day at work, Loki has a solution.

Mid-Guardian Traditions (Fluff/ Angst) Loki x Plus Size! Reader: Y/N is doing a cleanse, Loki isn't fond of it.

Black Box (Fluff) Loki x Reader: Loki gets a gift he won't forget.

Love Stories (Angst/ hint of Fluff) Loki x Fem! Reader: Loki disappears for six years leaving Y/N in a tough relationship.

Kiddie Love (Fuff) Loki x Fem! Reader: You're having a hard time sleeping.

Always (Comfort/ Fluff) Loki x Reader: Loki always makes sure you have what you need.

Childish Habits (Comfort/Fluff) Loki x Reader: Loki wants to see your home. (Inner child healing)

Asgardian Garden (Angst/ Comfort) Loki X Reader: Loki's schedule is getting tighter and tighter and it doesn't seem you're fitting in.

Steve

Mirror (Angst/ Comfort) Requested Steve x Plus Size! Reader: She's feeling insecure, Steve tries his best to help.

Bucky

Kitty Kat (Fluff/Comfort) Series, Bucky x Fem! Plus Size! Reader: An unexpected guest comes by.

Steven Strange

[cevans-seb]

Finally came around to completing a Masterlist for this blog! I know I haven’t written much but after completing The Sex Lives of College Girls, I delved into this deep dive of writing about a frat! boy’s series. It is going to include a bunch of characters and I will also sporadically post one shot’s while working on this series. As for the Hot High, I am still working on that and is almost done with chapter 2. 

Frat Boy’s series 

Welcome to Coral Coast University, a prestigious school filled with illustrious students and elitism oozing off them like molten lava. The classes are tedious, dorms are illustrated in magazines, and the parties are legendary-well all thanks to Alpha Phi. Alpha Phi’s reputation in community service, along with being model students aided them to further their organization, but what lies beneath their good guy exterior ... well these women are about to find out. 

Frat Boy Andy x Senator’s Daughter reader

Poli-Sci prominent Andy Barber embarks on his new journey of navigating coursework and maintaining stability within his frat house, but what happens when Senator Griven’s daughter enrolls at Coral Coast University, granting Andy an opportunity to impress him? It is his dream after all to become DA, and what better way than to date Y/N? 

Frat Boy Ransom x Reader

Born with a golden spoon wedged in his mouth, Ransom has never worked a day in his life, but after being caught with illicit drugs on campus, he now has to complete community service or get expelled, and that's when he meets Y/N. She knocks him down a peg whenever she opens her mouth, much to his dismay, and she does it all with a bright smile. 

Frat Bucky x pledge Reader

Frat Steve x small town Reader

Frat Boy Ari x Inexperience Reader 

Frat Boy Johnny x shy reader

Frat President Lloyd x Intern Reader

Drabbles 

Bucky FWB’S 1 2 3(Ending)

Bucky catches you with your toy

Bucky angst

One shot

Started with Coffee

Runaway Groom

Series 

Hot High

Feral Boys

[afrogirl3005]

Somethings Coming

[zombiiegrr]

ok im well aware I should be writing my dbf! Bucky fic but I just got this idea like a out of earth y/n who has these things where she’s supposed to mate once a year (technically not a heat..) and she’s staying at the compound it would make sense if Thor or Loki was the person they well.. yk with but if you guys want other characters, I can definitely make my way around that 

[sebsgirl71479]

Hello everyone, for my 1 year anniversary of my first story I will be posting part 1 of my Steve Rogers HS Au this Friday.

Love you all for the support and love.

[chubbygirlfics]

Masterlist

Marvel:

Steve Rodgers x Plus size reader

Surgery

Tony stark x plus size reader

Beautiful

Perfect fit

Bucky Barnes x plus size reader

Choose

Choose pt.2

You okay?

Peter Parker x plus size reader

Someone to love (Andrew Garfield)

Loki laufeyson x plus size reader

Human love

Kate bishop x plus size reader

Beautiful girl

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JATP!:

Luke Patterson x plus size reader

Curve

Dating Luke Patterson would include

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Celebs:

Pete davidson x plus size reader

Dating Pete Davidson would include

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Descendants:

Ben Florian x plus size reader

Paparazzi

Changes

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Harry Potter:

Neville Longbottom x plus size reader

I love you

Hermione granger x plus size reader

Potions

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Arcane:

Arcane characters headcanons:

First time they see you without a shirt on

Viktor x plus size reader

Stuck in the rain

Jayce tails x plus size reader

One of a kind

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13 reasons why:

Jeff Atkins x plus size reader

Dating Jeff Atkins would include

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Titans

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

Oh really?

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X-men

Raven Darkholme x plus size reader

The same

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[im-a-slut-for-fluff]

Marvel & plus size readers

Okay so I am a plus size woman. No shame about it. I love reading plus size!reader fics because who doesn’t enjoy being represented? A lot of the fics I’ve read with Bucky, Steve and Thor there’s some sort of dialogue about how the reader thinks she’s too heavy and then they’re like “super soldier strength” or “im a god no big deal” which don’t get me wrong I love it! I’m a sucker for them, however, are we gonna pretend that these men can’t pick me up? Without being a god or having super soldier serum. We’ve all seen the videos of these men benching 200+ pounds (If you haven’t you really should go watch them) So you’re telling me that if they wanted to pick me up and push me up against the wall they couldn’t? Because I don’t believe that at all. They 100% can no doubt. I have met Sebastian Stan okay, and he DID pick me up. My whole 250 pounds self he picked me up and to be clear I did not expect that nor did I ask for that to happen so there was no time to prepare at all. He did it. No grunts, no struggle, nothing. I think it’s safe to say he’s the smallest of the 3 so if he can do it I KNOW the other two can. So for my fellow big girls out there don’t think for a second these men couldn’t toss you around like a rag doll because they can. (Posting shirtless photos for scientific research)

[sunnylands-world]

Breakfast

Board inspired by the one I saw @fvckinghenrycavill do

Pairing: husband Chris Evans x fem reader

Summary: just fluff you making Chris breakfast Bring it to him after he's been working all morning

Word count: 701

Warnings: none!

A/n: I had to write the sexist man alive a fic because I absolutely adore him

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|fluffy content ahead|~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had been sitting on the sofa in you and Chris's shared house looking out the open doors letting in the sunlight. Your place was mostly made of wood. You found it comforting to look out and see the tall green trees, your Christmas tree was one of them. It stood tall decorated with the ornaments you had hung up with Chris's help of course. You were so excited when he had brought it home. You had grown quite bored after a few hours since Chris was working on a project and the dogs were resting in there beds near the door. It wasn't that you were neglected by Chris, you just missed his attention.

You couldn't for the life of you understand why they'd given your husband a job around Christmas anyway. You had just been in his office checking in on him from time to time. He was deeply concentrated on what he was doing, so much so that he didn't move his eyes to look your way when you entered. You understood he was busy so left to give him space; that was over an hour ago and you couldn't help but worry a bit since he hadn't come down to eat but you really didn't want to disturb him while he was working. It made you a bit anxious, though Chris wasn't the type to blow a fuse if you did go talk to him, that was just how you were. You sat for a moment debating on whether or not you should go ask him to come eat but you quickly shut the questions out; you are his wife! you could make him food.

You nodded as If confirming it as you made your way to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon are fine" you mumbled, pulling the carton and pack from the fridge, reaching for a pan and throwing the items on the stove. Chris was typing away on his computer when the smell filled the space. He looked up for a second, had you been cooking yourself something he thought while looking over his laptop. "Good she remembered to eat" he said to himself and went back to work content with the fact that you were taking care of yourself. A few hours passed while you cooked everything before plating it. You decided half way through to make hot chocolate with a candy cane resting in the mug, a few marshmallows floating on the steaming liquid as you carried the plate up the steps to him.

You pushed the door all the way open admiring your husband and how attractive he looked, focused on his task before knocking as lightly as you could with the food in your hand."Chris" you called softly and he looked up at the sound of your voice, a warm smile on his face at the sight of you. "Oh honey, you made me breakfast," he said, reaching for you as you walked to him, you nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come down so I made it and brought it to you" you say as you sit it down. "and you made hot chocolate!" He beamed, causing you to giggle while nodding. Chris had always been so adorable to you, he had a child like nature to him at times that never failed to melt your heart.

"You're the best. I wouldn't know what to do without you angel" he said, pulling you in his lap as he pressed kisses to your entire face, his beard tickling your skin making your nose scrunch up. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes looking at you with adoration and love. You smile at him, the look reminding you of the first time you saw him. He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon in your grasp. "I love you" he said in a haze, taking in your beauty like a fine art piece as his eyes searched your face. Your eyelashes flutter as the familiar butterflies and heart ache feeling fills you. You kiss him gently as you cup his face letting your eyes shut, his lips move with yours passionately. "I love you more" you say, pulling back.

[biggirllifestyle]

The Red Wedding.

Summary: Weddings are times for Celebrations, but this wedding takes the cake.

Pairings: Mafia!Steve Rogers x OFC

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: Violence lots of violence, and Peggy Carter.

A/N: It's been a while and I'm super excited to post this. This is based on a scene from a movie I watched today that just made my jaw drop super different but has the same premise.

When one is young there is always that time when you picture the perfect wedding, the perfection in every detail from the large venue with the gorgeous view to the smallest ribbon that would be used. Everything was methodical. Yet here you stood blood splattering your beautiful pearl white dress, hair in disarray, mascara smudged and running, and a loaded gun in your hand.

  Guests were frantically running around trying to find some sense of what the hell had just happened. From across the room, you watched your husband face you taking a step forward and then another until he was only a few feet away, you raised the gun pointing it at him, but not once did he flinch at your action.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the trigger.

-         3 Hours Earlier       -

The ceremony had been beautiful, Steve had gone all out on expenses never once asking anything from your parents. This had brought much joy to your father as he acted like the cat that ate the canary, every time he showed a hint of smugness you couldn’t help but roll your eyes sharing some meaningful glances with Steve.

In a sense yes, your father was earning a lot with your marriage to Steve, by having his business be administered by the biggest mafia boss in Brooklyn and if his price was to let him have his only child that was a sacrifice, he was willing to make. Well, not much of a sacrifice since you and Steve had been together for quite some time joined to the hip since he was a sickly kid until he rose in ranks and his abrupt puberty where he grew three times his size and could plummet anybody who looked at you funny into the ground.

With how long you both had been together it was almost inevitable for your engagement to be announced, everybody knew and everybody important was invited. With Steve and you deciding to keep the ceremony private (much to the chagrin of your father), with your parents, Bucky Steve’s best friend and righthand man, and Sam Steve’s other best friend present everything went smoothly just like you had always pictured.

The ride over to the venue was filled with heated kisses and touches that made you lose your breath; you could feel his smug smile as he kissed your neck. Everything was going as planned your entrance was greeted with big cheers and applauses, at some point you and Steve were separated he was being taken by Sam and Bucky to join the other boys while you took the liberty of greeting your other guest trying to make time before the real festivities began.

Half an hour later, after removing yourself from a painful conversation with your Tia where she went on and on about her newly installed backyard grill, you were able to meet with Steve again who looked a little disheveled but otherwise unharmed. He was grinning a stupid smile marking his face as he pulled you close, giving you small kisses and finally bringing you into a big hug, burying his nose into your hair.

“You don’t know how happy you’ve made me by tying yourself to me indefinitely.”

You huffed out a laugh hitting his chest at his remark, “Menso, I married you because I love you don’t be calling our marriage me tying myself to you.”

You gave him a small smirk, “I mean I can still get rid of you at any time.”

Steve let out a deep growl pulling you flush against him; you give a small yelp at his roughness trying to look around and see if anybody noticed, noting that most people were avoiding looking or walking toward your area. Steve jostled you again forcing your attention back to him, you knew Steve like the back of your hand and at that moment, you knew that if it would have just been the two of you Steve wouldn’t have hesitated to throw you over this table and fuck you into oblivion.

“Baby you really do know how to get me going, I can’t wait until we get home so I can fuck you into every surface that I can get you on.”

Bucky, who was the only person who was brave enough to come near you cleared his throat, he motioned behind him where several people had congregated to talk. Steve’s face turned stormy pulling away from you fixing himself to a proper state, he gave Bucky a nod who turned back towards the group, Steve looked pissed, and this worried you because you knew Steve and he would never let his emotions show especially in such an open venue where most of his competitors were present.

Whatever this was it was serious.

You grabbed his hand giving him a brief squeeze to let him know that it was okay, he gave a soft huff giving you a brief kiss before heading over to Bucky and the other men. You didn’t want anybody to see you worried, raising a glass to the DJ a soft cumbia started that got many people to join the dance floor keeping many busy and others distracted.

You watched Steve and the men as they talked in hurried hushed tones, you could see the tension building as one of the men who you knew was Tony who was from the Manhattan district showed something to Steve that made him madder. The music drowned out most people and they left you alone, just as you were beginning to relax you hear the tell-tale sign of your ringtone you knew you should have kept it silent, but you were waiting on a particularly important phone call from your firm for a recent case.

You grabbed your phone ‘UNKOWN NUMBER’ displayed across the screen, it confused you, so you let it ring not bothering to pick it up. The ringing stopped but soon after it started again, you knew you couldn’t ignore it any longer if they were going to keep insisting.

“Hello?”

“Finally, I get ahold of you!” A deep feminine voice answered through the line, “Congratulations on the wedding! You’re a lucky girl today.”

“Who is this? What do you want?” You looked around the room trying to see if you could spot anybody with a phone.

“Calm down kid, I just wanted to give you a little information on the man you just married,” The lady on the line laughed and you couldn’t help the annoyance that brought on you.

“Look lady I don’t know who the fuck you are but you’re getting on my fucking nerves.”

“Oh, sweetie I was just trying to make conversation, I just wanted you to know what your husband was doing or who he was doing just a few days a few days ago or specifically last Thursday.”

That stopped you cold, you knew exactly what she was talking about. Last week Steve had gone out early in the morning saying that he had an important meeting with a buyer, and he stayed out late almost coming home until early the next morning. You remembered since you had stayed up to wait for him and to finish working on some case files before you had to head out on your honeymoon.

“He worked me out all night until early morning, it was an amazing goodbye gift he gave me before he tied himself to you.”

At this point you were shacking both in anger and in sorrow at what could be the truth, you looked to where Steve was still preoccupied with his friends at that moment he looked up and caught your eye his face melted into something lovingly and you couldn’t help the choked sobbed that worked its way out your throat. You heard the lady on the line laugh at your sob and you knew that she was a sadistic bitch who was enjoying your pain.

“Quien chingados eres? You fucking bitch if you have the balls to call me on my wedding day and tell me all of this you should also have the balls to tell me your fucking name.”

She laughed again loving the fact that she was able to get you to this state, “You should ask him who Peggy Carter is and you’ll know in an instant that I’m not lying to you.”

The line went dead after and all you could focus on was the dial tone, you were fuming not just at this Peggy lady but at Steve for making you a fool. At this point you weren’t in control of yourself everything seemed so loud and too quiet as you made your way to Steve and the other men, pushing past them not caring who they were until Steve was the only thing you could see.

“Who the fuck is Peggy Carter?” Steve’s eyes widened at the name and all the other men in the group began to murmur amongst each other, but your focus was only on Steve who seemed to have lost all color.

“Baby how do you know that name?” His answer was enough to set you off as you punched his chest slapping the phone onto his chest, your only goal was to get answers from him and hurt him as much as you were hurting. Bucky tried to grab your arm, but Steve shook his head no and that just made you madder.

“Te la cogiste verdad hijo de puta? You fucked her a week before our fucking wedding, how could you?”

Steve was holding onto your arms trying to stop you from hitting him but also from hurting yourself, he pulled you forward until you were squished against his chest but that just felt like you were suffocating so you pushed him away.

“Answer me you fucking coward, did you fuck her?”

“No baby I would never do that to you, you know how much I love you.”

“Don’t lie to me Rogers or I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.”

Just as Steve was about to answer a few gunshots ranged out across the room, Steve pushed you down until he was covering around you, and people began to run around as glass shattered and screams went around the room. Steve pushed you towards Bucky telling him to get you out of there as more shots were fired Bucky handed Steve a gun as he began to pull you towards the exit.

“Bucky let me go,” You screeched as you fought against him, he ignored you keeping himself close as he walked you towards the exit. From your position you couldn’t see much, just people running from every exit that they could find. Just as you were reaching the door you spotted a brown-haired woman walking towards where Steve was, seeming to ignore the chaos around and strolling towards your husband as if there was no care in the world. Her lips were painted a deep red matching her dress and something in you just knew.

This fucking bitch was Peggy Carter.

“Bucky you have to go to Steve, you have to tell him that Peggy is here.”

Bucky seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he watched Peggy making her way to where Steve was fighting some goon oblivious to her presence.

“I’ll be fine just go to Steve, give me a gun,” He whipped his head towards a conflicted look until he reached into his inner pocket and removed a gun for you.

“You better not make me regret this,” Were his last words until he was sprinting towards Steve dodging men as much as he could. You turned to the exit running towards the kitchen where you knew you could lose someone or find someplace to hide. Just as you reached the doors to outs you were yanked back by a strong force, slamming you onto the floor stealing your breath away.

You knew you only had seconds to react, you shot up a few rounds hoping something would hit. A grunt, and then a thump as the man fell over. There was blood and a lot of it, most of it had missed you but there was still a rogue spray that hit you. You got up shakily, you knew how to shoot a gun, but never had you killed someone like this.

Your insides felt loose and firm and you couldn’t help but throw up everything from that day until you were dry heaving. You must have taken too long because as soon as you steadied yourself somebody was already grabbing you. You tried to struggle against your grabber but stopped as you felt the barrel of the gun being pressed against your head.

“Don’t try anything sweetheart, now you and I are gonna take a little trip back into the reception” he started shoving you forward, “Can’t have you leaving your own party early now, can we?”

You grunted as he pushed you hard enough that your foot gave out a little, it wasn’t extreme, but it did cause you to start limping much to the annoyance of your captor. He pushed you towards the doors leading to the reception, Steve was bound to a chair Peggy was on his lap Bucky and Sam were surrounded by men keeping them from doing anything without getting killed. The moment the doors had slammed open everybody turned to you, Steve’s eyes seemed to widen as he looked at all the blood and your limping state, he began to fight against his restraints jostling Peggy out of his lap.

The gun being pressed to your temple stops him from doing anything else. Peggy huffs motioning for the man holding you to bring you forward. You didn’t have your gun anymore; Steve was incapacitated, and Bucky and Sam had every gun on them you knew that this looked like you had lost. The moment that you were close Peggy drew you into a hug, you recoiled trying to get away from her but a gun to your back stopped you.

“After our heart-to-heart through the phone, this is how you’re going to repay me?” Peggy pouted at you, and this made it clear she was crazy.

“Yeah, well I just saw it as some crazy bitch trying to ruin my perfect day, how would you see it?” That must have been the wrong thing as Peggy’s face became enraged, she swung her hand at you a sting running from your cheek where she struck you.

“Get the fuck away from her Peggy or I swear,” Steve yelled at her fighting to get himself off the chair, Peggy ignored him tooting in disagreement.

“Baby if you don’t stop trying to get out of that chair, I’ll start hurting your little bitch.” Steve seemed to be having a fight with himself trying to find a way to get out of this and get you to safety. Peggy walked towards Steve leaning down to whisper something in his ear that made him mad but made no move to fight.

“Now baby, how about you tell your wife about the wonderful time we had, how you told me how much you loved me and how the only reason why we couldn’t be together was that you were getting much more from the deal.”

Bucky, who was still on the ground, whipped his head towards you ready to say something but was stopped as the man behind him pressed the barrel into the back of his head stopping him.

“Just let her know baby, tell her what we did, and I promise you I’ll let her go.” Steve seemed to contemplate before dropping his head in defeat.

“It’s true, we were together last Thursday,” Steve made a face as if he was in pain, almost as if the words he was spitting out hurt, “I was having second thoughts about getting married, I didn’t know if you were the right person for me.”

Steve’s words hit you hard, all the pain and rage that was inside you was brewing and at this point, you were unsure if you were about to scream or throw up.

“Peggy she was there, and I took my chance to figure it out if you were what I wanted.” He lamely finished, his face twisted into a grimace but all you could see was Peggy’s stupid grin and that just made you angry. You slammed your heel into your captor and threw your head back until it collided with his face, and he released you with a yelp. Bucky and Sam seemed to have taken advantage of the distraction as they flew back against their own captors wrestling them into the ground. Steve slammed himself back smashing the chair into pieces to free himself. Your captor tackled you down, slamming your head into the floor obscenities flying at you before Steve practically ripped him off from you.

Peggy began to rush away but you took the chance from everybody’s distraction to go after her, you were unsteady, but she did not get far as you tackled her. She began to throw punches at you, one of them catching you in your cheek, the other splitting your lip, but you weren’t far off as you also landed your own blows.

“You fucking Perra, you ruined my wedding and I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Peggy reached around her trying to find a way to get you off her, her hands grazing the floor until she latched onto a shard of champagne glass from the earlier altercation. She lashed up cutting your arm and making you retreat as she tried to keep slashing at you. She rushed over trying to stab you screaming her head off at you as she did.

“He was mine; he was always mine and you fucking took him away you fucking bitch. He loves me not you.” She cried as she slashed your arms. You pushed her away as she stumbled back and fell just as she was going to get up, she was stopped by Bucky who had incapacitated everybody else.

Steve walked towards Bucky looking down at a struggling Peggy, “Take her somewhere else, we’ll deal with her later.”

You walked away, your leg was starting to hurt and the cuts from the glass were stinging, this wasn’t your fight anymore and you were done. People were rushing around, reinforcements from someone else, and at this point, you really didn’t care, you knew you would have to call your parents and check on them, you knew they had gotten out but still.

You reached down to collect a bottle of champagne that was still intact and an abandoned gun. You knew you still had one thing to deal with and you could finally head home and relax, but this would just have to be a priority. You turned back to the scene; your husband was still directing people trying to clear out as much as he could.

You watched your husband as he pointed at things around, he turned towards you, taking in your running mascara blood-covered dress, and messy hair, and all he felt was deep love at how strong you were in all this. He walked towards you trying to get as close as he could stopping short as he saw the gun in your hand, you raised it aiming at him but that didn’t scare him, the only thoughts that came into his mind were how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was to have you.

“Me chingastes Steve, por ultima ves me chingastes hijo de puta.”

Steve didn’t move and felt the bullet graze his arm, but he didn’t care as the rage melted off you, and concern was all he saw. You rushed forward discarding the gun and bottle, you grabbed at his arm trying to see the damage you caused but instead met a firm chest as Steve held you close.

“Chingate Steve, dejame ver, let me see your arm you fucking asshole.” You pushed away from him as you removed his suit to look at his arm, he began to caress your face you ignored him as you ripped away at his shirt.

“This doesn’t change anything you know, I’m fucking pissed at you asshole,” You looked up at Steve who only showed love in his eyes, “You’re lucky I don’t file for an annulment.”

Steve felt the breath being squeezed out of him, just the idea of you not being with him scared him.

“Baby, I promise you with all that I have and to my last breath that I was never with her, I’ve only ever loved you and I promise you that everything she said was a lie.” Steve was outright begging at this point trying to make you believe him, and you knew Steve you’ve always known Steve.

“Of course, I know, don’t be a pendejo about this I know you, Steve, I did doubt you, but I know that disrespecting me and us like that is not in you.”

You looked away seeing Bucky pick up the gun you had used on Steve as he pocketed away, he caught your eye and nodded at you and Steve as if to ask if you were okay. You knew he wasn’t asking about your injuries, so you nodded at him, he inclined his head and turned to Sam slapping him in the back which made the other man yelp and punches him back.

“Steve yo te amo, and I know you, I’ve always known what type of man you are,” You pushed up, your foot complained against it, but you brushed your lips against his which made him melt at your touch, “I love you.”

Steve let the tension out, kissing you passionately as if he were trying to engrave your memory into his brain.

“I love you too.”

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Only You [S.R.]

Pairing | Steve Rogers x Fem!PlusSize!Reader

Summary | It’s hard to maneuver being the new girlfriend of Captain America. Having someone of such status as your significant other is a big adjustment when you are struggling with your inner demons as well; it becomes a little too much. It seems everyone's eyes are on you, and one day, you finally crack.

Warnings | Minors DNI: body image issues, insecurity, fluff; Steve is yet again a dork in love because I CAN'T HELP IT, sue me my dudes, body worship, oral (f!recieving)

Requested by the wonderful @lilacprincessofrecovery

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You still have no clue how in the hell you managed to land Captain America as your boyfriend. Your best friend swears you were a nun in a past life because that's the only probable explanation for you being with Steve Rogers now. You and Steve hadn't been dating long, only about six months, but it had been so surreal. Steve Rogers was indeed a man from another time. A perfect gentleman. He did everything guys nowadays wouldn't even think about. He held your door open, spontaneously sent you flowers, left you little love notes, and showered you with kisses.

He was honestly one in a million in your eyes.

Your Stevie.

But the thing that keeps you up is why was Steve Rogers with you? He could have anyone; you mean anyone, and he still chose you.

It was a question, among many others, that poked and prodded you from sleep. It was something that left you restless in the middle of the night as you paced the floors in your apartment, racking your brain for answers. Steve was incredible, truly he was, but you were hesitant. Hesitant because a guy that great couldn't be into you. It felt like a joke. No guy has ever treated you the way Steve has, so you didn't know how to react any differently. And it wasn't because he was Captain America; that was a perk, of course, but it was because you hadn't found a single flaw in Steve overall. Your boyfriend was seemingly flawless, whereas you felt the complete opposite.

Steve was buff and chiseled; he reminded you of a Greek God that you would admire. His sharp edges and hard planes were a distinct difference from how round and curvy your body was. Your body was littered with stretch marks, and cellulite tugged your frame. The longer you were with Steve, the more painfully aware of how different you were. You had noticed how people would look at the two of you together; it seemed as if you clashed as a couple. The puzzled glances and snickers in passing weighed on you as you sighed them away. You felt the pressure build on you, and old insecurity clawed its way back from the dungeons they dwelled in.

You could recall meeting some of the Avengers for the first time. Steve was so excited to show off his girl; he had talked about you for months, and the rest of the team was dying to be introduced to his sunshine. You, on the other hand, were freaking out on the inside—a frazzled bundle of nerves. Your anxiety was at a new high as you squirmed in your seat on the car ride over to Avengers Tower. The only thing that calmed you down on the elevator ride up was Steve’s hand in yours and his words of affirmation.

“Don't worry, sweetheart, they are so excited to meet you.”

“What if they hate me, Stevie?”

“Hate you? How could they hate my sunshine? You make everything brighter.”

Meeting the rest of the Avengers was a nerve-wracking but life-changing experience. It also made you realize how beautiful Steve’s female colleagues were. You knew Natasha Romanoff was beautiful, but seeing her in person? It allowed for you to understand that you and her we're definitely not the same. It's not like you were jealous; it was more of a longing to be just like her. You were envious of the way she could walk into a room, and all eyes were on her. She was captivating. You also realized just how easy she could make Steve hers, which shocked your nerves more than you would like to admit.

These tantalizing thoughts threatened to burst through the seams one seemingly ordinary morning. It felt one like stressor after another were piling on to each other begrudgingly. You wanted to wish these feelings away figure out a better way to cope. You deserved it, Steve deserved it.

You were mixing creamer in your coffee when you saw your phone light up with Steve’s face. A small smile spread across your lips at his image.

“Good morning, sunshine. How are you this morning?” He greeted with a chirper tone. You could hear the faint sound of heavy breathing on the other end of the line. You smiled knowing that Steve just probably went on a run with Sam. He was a pretty routine guy, that’s one thing you knew for sure.

“I’m good. Just finished your morning run?”

Steve chuckled, “Yeah, I did.”

“What are your plans for today?” You wondered. You leaned against the counter as you placed your cellphone in the crook of your shoulder and ear. Steam was billowing off your dark roast coffee still and took a small sip, savoring the flavor and awaiting Steve’s answer.

“Hopefully, they involve you.”

About 30 minutes later, Steve arrived at your doorstep with a picnic basket and a bouquet of flowers. Once he knocked on the door, the grin plastered on his face couldn’t be dissipated. He couldn’t wait to wine and dine his girl. Your socked footsteps rustled along the floorboard before the door jarred open to show your face.

“Hiya, sunshine!”

“Hi!” Steve pecked you on the cheek as he entered your well lit apartment. Steve always felt at home in your place, which is more to say than anywhere else he has been. After he came out of the ice, home was just a word to him. Until he met you. It was only you that allowed him to understand what home truly felt like.

“I thought we could do a picnic for today.” He suggested as he set the wicker picnic basket on the counter. ”I got Wanda to help pack some chicken and tuna salad sandwiches, fruit, cheese, and wine, of course. He presented each item as you gasped and groaned with excitement. You couldn’t wait to spend the day with your guy. You breathed in the bouquet Steve brought you, lilacs and daffodils. Your favorite.

“God, I don’t deserve you Steven Grant Rogers.” You murmured as your hands cradled his cheeks. His smile widened into a toothy grin as a blush started to rise and spread across his cheeks. He was just too precious. He shook his head slightly. It truly was the other way around in his eyes.

“Sweetheart-“ He whispered. Then suddenly, his phone started to beep, alerting him to the urgency. It was probably Director Fury or Tony, but if it was an emergency, he couldn't ignore that. He had a moral obligation as Captain America and as Steve Rogers. He took a step back and held a finger out.

“Wait, hold on one sec. This could be important.” He mouthed an I'm sorry, as he clicked the accept button.

“Hey, Nat!” He greeted with a cheerful tone. You knew the thoughts in your mind were toxic and irrational, but they were overwhelming. Almost all-consuming as you felt your body still and your breath slowed. Steve's voice was funneled out in echoes as you began to sit down slowly.

In an instant, you felt darkness loom over you. Impending doom crashed over in waves. You had been waiting for the shoe to drop and you now felt it freefalling. Steve glanced over at your quivering form, and his eyes widened.

“Nat, I'll call you back.” He rushed over to you, hunched over on the sofa. You attempted to blink back the tears surfacing. It felt as if a storm cloud was threatening your sunny day.

“Hey, hey.” His fingers traced over your soft skin. Your eyes met his and it took everything in you to hold your composure. “What’s wrong? What happened, sunshine?” You felt breathless. You couldn't get a grip on how Steve could find you attractive when you could barely see yourself that way. Especially, when you could barely envision yourself worthy of Steve’s company. It felt like a lustful daydream escaping your grips. You didn't want to admit that to him though. Even though he was starting to see through the cracks, you wanted to seem like you had your shit together kinda.

“Why are you with me, Steve?" Your voice barely audible, threatening to break. A sigh escaped his lips, mournful and wistful. You felt his calloused fingers circled your knee. You feel your hand that was once clenched, starting to release.

“You could have anyone. You could be with Nat-“

“You don’t get it, do you?” There’s a beat, a long pause of silence where you fill like the world will swallow you up. Your heart was thumping against your chest. You could feel throat constrict as your eyes interlocked. Take a breath, oh my God. The stoic expression that once was on Steve’s face gleamed easily into a grin.

“I see only you, sunshine.” A deep breath left your body, one you didn’t realize you were holding for so long. You felt Steve tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Has Bucky ever told you stories from when we were kids?” You shook your head, a small smile starting to form on your lips.

“Well, before all of this happened,” Steve gestured to his impeccable physique and bulging biceps, “in Howard Stark’s lab, I was just some scrawny, sickly kid from Brooklyn. Bucky was the ladies-man and I remember he would try to set me up with these girls because I had no game back in the day.” You began to giggle as Steve retold his glory days. Growing up in the 40s was something Steve cherished, and you soaked every word from any war story he shared with you. His eyes brightened up even more taking in your laugh. Steve loved your laugh; it was like music to his ears.

“I get it, okay? I get that sometimes you’re not going to feel 100% about yourself, but don’t you ever think I don’t love you because of how you look. Because sweetheart, that couldn’t further than the truth.” Steve stated, and it was almost as your ears perked up in delight. You couldn't have gotten any luckier. Seriously, you couldn't have gotten any luckier.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yes.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie. It's just I have been battling these issues my entire life. So it feels weird being on stable ground with a more than a stable guy.”

“Stop. Don't apologize, here let me show you how beautiful I think you are.” His gaze was piercing, it truly was like he was staring in the glistening sun, so memorizing. “Lay down for me, sunshine.” You began to lay down on the plush couch. Your dress began to rise up and reveal your deliciously thick thighs and a peek of lace. Steve tsked in disappointment as he stared at your lace-covered core. “This won't do,” He murmured in your ear. You saw your boyfriend’s massive figure looming over you as he began undress you and pepper kisses of the shell of your ear, then your jaw, and down the column of your throat. With each kiss, he whispered words of affirmation, words of adoring love.

“Baby, don't you see? Your body was made for me. It fits mine like puzzle pieces.”

His searing kisses began to land between your breasts and seep into your skin. A heat began to bloom across your core. You began to feel yourself slowly unravel for him.

“So soft, so curvy, you're like art, sweetheart.” He whispered against your plump stomach as he traced the stretch marks that decorated it. You were his art, his muse.

“You see these hips? God they drive me crazy, perfect for grabbing and-” He took no time flipping you over to admire one of his favorite assets on your body, “Spanking this delicious globe of an ass. God, just seeing your ass presented like this makes me want to cum on the spot.” The moans and whimpers escaping your lips were irrefutable. It made your body shiver in need. Steve began to kiss and suck the skin there definitely leaving bruises to match the ones of your hips. You didn't mind though, knowing they were there made you feel a sense of pride that you had longed for. The next distinct sound you hear amongst the whimpers coming for your lips was the lace ripping. “I would say I’d buy ya a new pair, but seeing your pussy drip for me is priceless.”

Within mere moments, you were a needy mess. “Oh, my God! Steve!” You moaned as your hips jerked to meet his fingers. They were going at a brutalizing pace as he sucked on your clit. Your whines filled the room; you were spiraling down towards your orgasm at an ungodly rate. Every lick, every touch set you wild and frenzied ready to submit and dive over the edge.

“You're gushing for me, sunshine, just can't get enough, can ya?” He teased as he continued to thrust his fingers in your hole. You began to clench, unrelentingly, needing more. “Please, I need it.” Steve’s chuckle was barely audible over your babbling. Steve loved how needy his girl was. You sensed his hot breath against your skin within an instant. His once ocean blue eyes were dark and tempting. He was tempting you to break.

“Let go for me, sunshine. Scream for me.” His words vibrated against your core and surged you to cum. Your body was overwhelmed and all your nerves were sent into overdrive. It was a blissful serenity that only Steve had given you the key to. After some heavy breathing, your vision refocused to see your bubbly blonde supersoldier looking down on you. He had the dopest grin on his face that you couldn't pay him to wipe off even if you tried. He was truly in heaven.

“There she is, there's my girl. Ready for round two?”

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Cuddly warm morning with Steve

18+ just in case

Warning: none just fluff...unless you consider not letting Steve go a warning. No permission to post anywhere else publish or translate REBLOGS AND COMMENTS welcome

"Come on princess time to wake up." Steve said into my hair. As he snaked an arm around my waist

"You need to get up" he continued as I grumbled and did the only logical thing...

I turned my head into his chest and snuggled into him while lying on top of him that ensured he'd never wake me now. He never did when I did that. We just lied there in silence while he rubbed my back. Always. Well whenever I wanted. Or he wanted. Why would today be any diffrent?

I snuggled further into him and felt my hands fall to his side as he wrapped his arms around me the cuddly warmness is perfection that I know I could talk my way into staying all day.

And it worked...for a little bit. Next thing I remember Stevie is softly caressing my cheek with a finger to wake me up-again.

"I dontwanna" I knew I was sluring my words and I knew he was silently chuckling a little bit as his chest moved a little I dont like to be woken up. And I know I was acting like a toddler and clutching on to Stevie but I don't care. It was a mutual understanding that's how I was. And you know what- he never complained.

"Ok babe you really gotta get up"

"No"

"Ok I really gotta get up."

"No" I'm not letting him go.

"We just gunna stay here forever?"

"Yes"

"Are you ever going to say more than one syllable?"

"No."

I waited to keep up my one syllable sentences.

"Sleep."

He chuckled.

"I'm not going to win this am I?"

"No"

"Ok, ok we'll stay in bed." He said shaking his head and giving me kiss

I smiled.

"Just for today"

If that man thinks I'm ever using to let him go he has another thing comming.

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The Mistake

18+ as there is talk of miscarriage READ THE WARNINGS. YOU are responsible for the content you read. Do not repost or republish or translate . Reblogs and comments are welcome

Warnings: MISCARRIAGE . A lot of talking about it. MISCARRIAGE and cheating. A lot of angst. I cried writing it. Sme fluff youll miss it if you blink It may be triggering to some people. Do not read if miscarriage is triggering

This is an Alternate Universe where you are married to your favorite Chris actor( there’s tons out there ) I chose the most popular one lately and he's a well... but hey it's an AU. Alternative universe not real don’t come for me

"Everything ok babe?"

"Hmm"

"Yea how was your uh business meeting"

"Good."

"You working on a peice?"

He kisses my shoulder?

"Yea fall decor "

"Alright dont let me interrupt."

"He kissed my shoulder again"

"Hey babe where'd you'd go?"

"Oh the uhm that place with the palm trees. By docks"

"That place by the country club called Docks?"

Yep that one why

Just wondering. Been stuck inside all day.

I expected him to ask me to go for a walk. I scoffed. Course not. Not like he loved me cause we're married. I save my draft and and grab practically all the paper towels and walk outside past the patio and I down on a chair to cry.... why here? There is no place by the country club called Docks.

"Chris is not cheating on you he loves you I'm sure it was an innocent mistake about the restaurant and the woman that stopped by the house was probably a crazy fan. " one if his friends,texted you in response to you asking: Tell me the truth is Chris cheating on me? A woman stopped by claimed he was. She wasn't vain or anger. She felt bad.

His friend then texted him

"Your wife thinks you're cheating on her. Spend some time with her. We all know you'd never do that but someone stopped at the house she said. Scared her - I know you love her we all do. But can u blame her for being scared. And get a fucking iRing!"

"Shit' he said under breath. But you heard him

"Babe?"

"Sweetheart, you do know I love you more than anything right?

"More than Dodger ?

"I said anything not anyone" he smiled

You started to sob so much. You knew it was a lost cause.

His eyes went wide.

"Hey, hey-hey-hey It was a joke a stupid silly joke. I I. An asshole. Its not even thst fun in fact not funny at all." He said as he patted your hair and smoothing it

"You know how much I love you."

" I dont know anymore."

"Do I have to show you." He smirked.

"No I'm just going to go in the living room and watch tv" you said defeated. His smirk quickly went away.

"Baby watch it here. We can cuddle I've been missing you all day. I love you I wanna spend time with you-"

You silently scoffs but Chris didn't miss your shoulders drop.

"You need sleep. I dont want to keep you up. " I'll come back later." You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Chris was confused why it wasn't on his lips you never kissed him on the cheek ever. He knew he hurt you.

"I love you"

and you reaction was less than happy .

"Me too" Gone was your blush and slight giggle. Gone was your bright smile. All that was left was dark circles and a far off look.

"Is she sick? Maybe? No that has to be it. She's getting sick." he thought lt- in denail about everything except that he was leaving to film a movie.

The next morning Chris woke up to en empty bed. A cold empty bed. Dodger was gone too.

He went downstairs and you were sleeping with tissues scattered around you. Dodger was lying with you. He bent down to scratch Dodgers head. Dodger seemed to even be angry with him. He told himself Dodger was up all might watching out for you he needed sleep too.

"Hey Bubba taking care of mama hu? What a good dog you are. Yea Gotta watch her for me ok? I'm worried she's sick. Ok so no making her run after you."

Chris cleaned up the tissues. Let Dodger out to do his business and let him back in. Made sure his bowls were full. As for you he brought out some water and cold medicine putting it on the coffee table for you, alone with cookies and snack telling himself you were just under the weather. He took the blanket hanging over the back of the couch and carefully covered you

"And screw it" he thought "I dont care if I get sick I'm taking care of my girl."

He leaned down to give you a soft but deep loving, as far as he was concerned, kiss on the lips you scowled and moved the opposite to have you back facing him. You've done that before when you want to sleep and he's riled up or when you knows he needs to sleep. But never because of an argument you two never argued. He was proud of that you two loved eachother. He had no qualms admitting you were more than he could ever ask for even though he...but he pushed that thought out of his mind. Still... but something felt odd. Off. Diffrent.

Weeks had passed and things went back to normal. To your dismay your family told you this was the best you were going to do no one would take care of you like him even if he had done something cheated one or twice or 100 times. He still would be the best choice you'd have. Which they didnt believe he'd cheat or at least said they didn't believe. But when he got home he'd be so racked with guilt.

You were lying in bed. Bed rest common that's what you were told. Nothing strenuous to relax. Wouldn't call anyone you had no idea who'd be in the picture there alone home alone.

"Baby" he called

You weren't there to greet him neither was dodger although. Maybe you two were out.

He walked in and saw you pale and despondent . And he didn't understand why his heart broke so much. He loved you but it practically shattered- he felt more than he ever thought was possible. So many feeling at once and none of them happy ones.

Seeing his face you said one simple line.

"Bed rest doctors orders."

He froze for a moment "What happened you sick?" You hadn't told him then again he just realized you hadn't spoke in a while. It used to be FaceTime all the time but he had stopped that. He felt bad. But he was about to feel So. Much. Worse.

"No, common to be on bed rest after a miscarriage."

Chris froze. "A mis- ' his mind couldn't work it couldnt finish the sentence. He froze. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing. it

"You-"

He ran to your bed side once his legs worked again

"Oh god baby why didn't you"

'I was going to tell you when you got back. Surprise you. Told you it was hormones. The moodiness and then-"

"You you should've called why did you. Call I-" he said not finishing the sentance out loud but in his head "I would have been with you instead of her," he thought.

"Did you call anyone?"

A small almost silent "No" came out. " I didnt want to bother anyone.I lost them its ll my fault Chris."

Them? Twins it had to be twins he was going to be father to twins. He thought. He second of happiness left as soon as it came.

"Sweetheart it wasn't your fault it couldn't possibly be your fault."

"Yea it was. You know that detergent on the top shelf that I wanted moved down?"

"Yea"

'I need to wash stuff and I had to get it you-undwrsgand right? I needed to but -" you rolled your eyes at your self

"and I got dizzy and I stumbled off. I kinds fell off but I didn't fall on the fall and my belly went into the thing the handle off whatever I did I felt ok but I had gotten so tired I took a nap and I -after my nap I there was so much blood. And it was dried i slept I slept through it I dont know how I- I knew I knew I got there before I got there I lost our babies it was my family my fault." Your tears broke Chris even more. It was his fault.

Chris shook his head " no. "

You had begged him to move it down saying it was too hard for you to reach and he would roll his eyes saying use a step stool or wait for him. He always had wanted you to wait for him. He did. He hated bending down to get it. He thought you were over reacting. How hard it was for you to reach but And this way you'd two would have some funny cute banter it was always funny and cute never... He never thought.

"Who knows?" Hoping that you hadn't been lying here for who knows how long hopefully someone just left before he came in. He prayed to himself that you weren't lying here blaming yourself alone.

"No one. I was too scared too ashamed." Tears that filled her eyes rolled down her face

"Oh sweetheart" he enrolled her in a hug having her face kisses all over.

" There is no possible way it could have been your fault pregnant women bump into things all the time. My sisters did and thier babies were perfectly fine."

"So it's me? Its just me?"

He wanted to say no but before he could

"All because I wanted to wash some clothes. I should've just waited for you to come home."

"Home" he thought. "I should've been home instead of with her" he'd never make that mistake again. He swore on his life.

He noticed your hair was greasy and knotty. It must have happened right after he left. You always took care of you hair making sure to use the nicest things you could could afford and this Chris bought you the best and now it was....You were....

"How about a bath hmm? You'll feel better?"

You decline with a small shake of the head.

" I'll wash your hair? You love when I do that." He smiled remembering all your giggle and instructions it took a bit time get the hang of it but once he did he was proud of himself. Yiu aways had the ability to do that make him feel good, proud of himself with even the tiniest of things.

" Come on whens the last time we took a bath together? "

You shrugged.

He did too...mentally... in fact he realized he'd been ignoring you and you both knew it. And maybe thats why you were ao...why did not call him.

"Please love come one we love doing that. First time I got you naked rember swearing the bubbles would cover you." You let out a small chuckle. It was tr us. It wasn't about sex or him wa ting to see you naked. Well he did. But it wasn't about sex. I itically he well, he is a man but once he got you in there for the first time he loved being close to you and you trusting him. The conversation you two had were deep. He used to look forward to those baths. Just to hold you to know you truested him implicitly. It meant so much to him. And right now? It started to mean even more.

He walked into the bathroom to get the bathreadt rolling up his sleeves d t he n he saw it. A dark crimson red. He lifted the sheet it was almost everywhere. He silently gasped. He almost fell over You lost so much blood he closed his eyes for a moment you had lost so much blood. Too much. Almost too much. No wonder you were so pale.

He put spoon of Epsom salt in the bath. You needed to relax and frankly so did he. He was so terrified seeing you like this. He wished he could take back so much time. He loves you he never stopped the love didn't change. He told himself that as he stared at himself in the mirror as the salt devolved. And rhat was all true. He thought a mistress would be fun to try things on. He told himself he'd try them before bringing the ideas to you but that was a bold faced lie. It wasn't even bold it was a farce. Though was he didn't know why he cheated when he loved you more than life. He never cared about her not even a little. Was she pretty maybe but eh that was what he thought of her eh. And that was the truth so was the fact that he was an asshole and he knew it.

And went to get you. You were unsteady but tried your best to hide it. Be he held on to you so tight. So very tight.

"Baby how much blood did you lose?"

"I don't know"

Kylie saw the sheets thats thats too much but going to be ok.

"I promise you you'll see itll be fine," You best friend Kylie said to you. You trusted her. Not only was she one of your best friend but your OBGYN you never told Chris that. I mean its weird as it is. She was with you as much as possible then her family had an emergency of its own and you promised you'd be ok let others know.

The seconds walk to the en suite took almost 5 minutes. And every step terrified Chris. Every step he gripped and held you tighter and tighter

"They said I almost waited too long," You said out of the blue.

"Can we throw them out the sheets?

"Of course baby"

You had wobbled and he thanked God he was holding on to you and you were in the bathroom so he could lean you on the sink. To let you breathe before he had you sit on the toilet lid. Once he did he helped get you out of clothes. He let you have a moment to breathe and took those second to send a text a long overdue to end never shoulda started

-

"It's over. I love my wife this was wrong I should've been home. "

"What?"

"It's over. Never again."

Chris blocked her number and was thankful he hadn't sent pictures with his face in them. And he deleated all of them. People accused him of dating all the time. He knew you never believed them. Hopefully you never would the one time it was true.

He held your hands as he waited for you to step in.

"Wait. Hold on."

You stopped and he came closer wrapping his arm around your waist while holding your opposite hand so he as you stepped in he had the best grip.

"Hold on to me baby." You almost slid but he had you.

"I got you. I got you." he kissed your forehead.

He-he stripped faster then he had ever done before in his life. Then quickly got behind you sighing in contempt. He was home with his girl, his wife. He was holding her and everything would be ok from now on.

He doesn't know why but he was more relaxed happier, despite the circumstances.

His wife could've died, his babies he'll never know if he could've saved them all because he was spending his time off playing hide the zucchini just for a rush. For not even fun last time. she wasn't as good as you but he tried to rationalize with himself he come to the decision he didn't even know why he did it but he knew he couldn't lose you. Then he realized he probably could have saved them...but he'd never know. You two often took naps together or he'd just hold you as he did work or read scripts and he would have noticed the blood. He could have held you through everything.

He hated himself. Hated himself for causing you all his pain. He had off he made sure he was off to to he couldn't even think it anymore.

"Will you ever forgive me?" He wispered in your ear

"For what?" You faked innocence knowing full well what you did what you were trying to do

"For... Not being here for you you and our babies"

"Please dont Chris don't talk about them" your cried "they're gone for good an I- all my fault. You were working for uh" not even saying the word us, "you were working. It's not like you were having an affair. "

He swollowed and hmmd

"Still your my wife I should have been here. We have more than enough money. I'll take off."

"What about the movie?"

"Screw it i dont care thats what insurance is for I'm staying here with you. I'll take care of you."

"Can we go somewhere the two of us all alone ?I just want you. I miss you so much."

He missed you too but he just kissed your temple and let his lips linger.

"Of course baby"

"Don't-dont use use that word Chris" you you biting back a sob he knew you were but you were shaking. Then he realized everytime you slipped or wobbled he used the word baby.

"I'm sorry" kissed your head and gave you a small squeeze.

"I'll just be us Sweetheart only us until you're feeling better. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Sleep you need some rest."

"In here?"

"Yea ill wash you hair and you'll wake up clean and rested. I'll take care of you I swear."

"Like in the marriage vows?"

Chris didn't think it was possible but his heart sunk even lower peices became more peices. He was turning into a broken man but he needed to be there for you. He might be broken but you were a shell. A shell of who were- he could have prevented and stopped the life that- he closed his eyes the three lives. There was nothing he could do now about the twins but Damn it to hell if he was going to lose you too. You were saved he wasn't going to let that be in vain.

"Stay?"

You pulled him back, out of his head.

"I told you" he said with small chuckle "im not going anywhere without you. And id rather you be here. Right here. In my arms. I can't lose you. I wont."

You both stayed in the bath until the water was cold and your hair was knot free and clean; as beautiful as a siren.. Chris was proud of himself for doing that. You had fallen asleep along the way. Hes not sure when. You had been so quiet. He was telling you random stories to make you laugh it didn't really work but he got some soft chuckles more like a soft scoff mat Ed a soft begrudged laugh

He didnt want to let go but he knew he had to. Chris drained the tub pulling the plug with his feet. Holding you tight as it drained so you'd be slowly lowered.

He got out slowly wrapping a towel around himself and then drying you as you slept in the bath.. you looked so sweet and innocent like a rennasance painting. He wanted to take a picture but you would have killed him if it ever got out regardless if his account was broken into or not. Screw it he thought and he did take a picture. You really did look like a painting. Even you leg was bent over so you privates weren't showing your chest was another story but he could look at you like this forever. You really did look like a beautiful renaissance painting. How could he ever….. he’d never step out on you again. He swore his life on. It. Sure he did a lot of that today but every one of them were true. Everyone of them he couldn’t even think about breaking.

Then you shivered a little. Reminding him he had a towel but not you- you had to be cold.

He had to wake you.

"Sweetheart common its time to go to bed"

He caressed your cheek until you woke up and he helped you out and wrapped you up in your favorite fluffy robe. It garnered a while from you and his heart soard what was left of it anyway. You two were lying in bed. Your head and arms in his cheat and his arm wrapped around his shoulder.

He thought you were sleeping when he called his lawyer.

"I need to get out of this movie."

"Chris you know-"

"My wife almost died. And she was alone I can't leave her."

"Mr. Evans while I -"

"She lost our twins she almost died. I cant leave her I'm not going to move her she's too fragile right now. I need to be with her. We barely shot a thing they can replace me. Lie if you have to. And if this gets out. I'll sue you. We told no one about the twins. She can't even hear the B word she blames herself. I'd rather never be hired again than lose her. "

His lawyer merely said his wife almost died

His lawyer had called the Russo that night.

Joe and Anthony had rhen called him to make sure he was ok and find out if they could do anything. He said its too soon to discuss it to heartbreaking only that he needs to be here with you. They understood. They have families of thier own. If they were in his position they'd do the same. They never told Chris but they had a feeling he meant a miscarriage had occurred and she was by herself. Neither could imagine it.

There were some rumors that Chris dropped because his wife almost died. His mistress never breathed a word. Understanding why and hoping maybe in time he'd come back to her guilt is strong but love is stronger. Except Chris was using her for fun. Not for love and be loved. Hed never leave anyone for her...especially not leave you. he loved more than anything anymore he knew you loved him but right nowhe didn't care you could hate him for not moving the laundry detergent down for being gone so much. As long as you were back to who you were. Smiling and happyjoyful not this. Not...he was afraid you didn'tlove yourself. But he wouldn'tleave you. He'd never.

Chris held you so close that night. the night after that week that whole month six months he was glues to your side. First it was a mix of guilt and love but now it was just pure love adoration and devotion. He couldn't imagine how he could have ever wanted someone else to play with for even a short time. You were all he'd needed. He was an idiot. Because you were all he wanted his party days should have been over long time ago one last foray and he nearly lost it all. He was happy and you were happy. But Chris still hated himself swearing that he'd never do what he did again because he had off he could have been there but now he always will be. You knew he'd come back. You know Chris better than himself.

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ok ok soooooo if I wrote some yandere reader x yandere character (secretly ofc) but it’s gonna be dark… NOT LIKE ANGST but dark (murder, stalking a bit of toxic relationship stuff sorry I mean it’s a yandere fic) if I was up to writing this what character would u guys want.

the reader will get pregnant ISTG ITLL HELP WITH THE STORY (I’ll write one wheres she’s not if you guys want)

I currently have a obsession with Bucky. ,(that will be written idc), WANDA WOULD FIT THAT, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers and outside of marvel maybe tangerine (bullet train) 

IDC JUST PUT UR FAV CHARACTERS I WANNA WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO BAD