#captian marvel x female reader

[mxqdii]

distraction - c.d

pairings: carol danvers x reader

summary: carol looks a little too good on a mission, causing reader to get hurt

warning(s): mention of injury

not proofread

me and carol are on a simple mission, get rid of the drones, and get out 

well, at least i thought it was simple

technically, none of this is my fault, carol is the one who just had to look this good during our mission

like i said, not my fault.

her sleeves are rolled up, her hands glowing, her-

“y/n look out!” she yells, snapping me out of my trance to turn over seeing a drone come flying towards me at full speed

without any time to move, the drone hits me, hitting my cheek and upper arm

“fuck!” i yell in pain

carol looks over at me, eyes widened, using a burst a power to quickly eliminate the rest of the drones

she runs over to me putting both hands on my shoulders 

“baby why didn’t you move?” 

i wince at her touching the arm that got hit, seeing her hand quickly leave that area

while mumbling a quick “sorry”

“sorry- sorry, i was distracted” i say

“clearly” she mumbles back, causing me to glance at her 

we get back onto the spaceship, her grabbing my hand leading me to the bathroom

“sit” she points to the counter 

i jump up on the counter, seeing her rummage through the drawers looking for her first aid kit

she grabs bandages and cleaning solution

“babe you don’t have to-“ i start, quickly getting interrupted 

“shh, let me do this for you” she says and i almost melt right there

“you said you were distracted, by wha hm?” she asks and i sit there trying to think of an excuse

giving up, i mumble “it’s not my fault” 

“who’s fault is it then, pretty girl?” she says 

see this is exactly what i mean when i say i get distracted.

“caree” i whine, seeing a smirk fill her face as she places to bandage on my cheek

“alright, all done.” she says and i hop down

“thanks for helping me babe” i say, walking to our bedroom

“i mean- i kinda had to, it was my fault isn’t that right baby?” she says teasingly

i turn around seeing her trying not to laugh, this girl is gonna kill me.

TAGLIST:

@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor @prettysturniolo @its-jennarose @lea0518

[beanxemily]

Y/n: I still don't understand why we are trying to trap boobs?

Tony: For the last time, Cap said to set up booby traps so we're doing what he said!

▪︎▪︎▪︎ EXTRA▪︎▪︎▪︎

Cap: WHY ARE THERE BREAST LEVEL WIRES EVERYWHERE?

Y/n: They're booby traps :)

[krisslegacy]

chains that bind us - need 2

ao3 link

song - need 2 by pinegrove

characters: bucky barnes x original female character

summary - jaina sees herself for the first time out of captivity, and mourns. but she isn't alone. she mustn't forget that.

word count - 1337

warnings and tags - thoughts of death, hurt/comfort, examining the body, bruises, blood (light), homesickness

authors note: thanks for reading again! it means a lot that people are willingly to stick with me as i figure out writing again :) i worked in a little bit of jaina's history in here, so enjoy!

find part one here

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The naked body must’ve been beautiful.

That’s what Jaina thought, unsullied, at least.

Now, staring at herself in the long mirror in the bathroom, she barely saw underneath the purple and red welts that stained her skin. She had not been in a human form for a very long time, she knew. But this was something else. This was not godly, nor celestial.

It was heartbreaking.

Her hands, frail, bony, ghosted over the staccato ribs marred by yellow and indigo bruises, scarcely running up and down the valleys and mountains. And it hurt. It hurt to touch herself, her… form.

She ran her hands over her chest, her breasts, shoulders, until she extended her arms above her head. Her nails had grown so much that they gently prodded the popcorned ceiling. They were her claws, she knew. Her handlers never cut them, and perhaps it was the one thing that remained to herself after years in captivity.

Captivity.

Like an animal.

Jaina could be an animal, she knew. She was not of this world, of Midgard. But after nearly 400 years here, why would she be treated as such? She was not terrifying like this, no, she looked like a farmer's daughter, newly of age, ready to see what society offered.

Instead of dark, grasping shadows, her body had color, a splash of it. Besides the darkness that tainted her fingertips, there was nothing to get lost in, nothing to be afraid of. People would look at her eyes now, notice the bright green they held, the soft brown that came out under sunlight. They would see things that hadn’t been uncovered in a century.

Hydra took it all from her.

They took her from her love, from Logan.

Her fists clenched. Just at that thought.

Her sustained memory was such a curse. What she would give to have it all erased like the Soldier. But they knew. They knew.

She remembered her first escape, the desperation, the running, the warmth of his arms. The heaven tasted on his lips.

The heartbreak of his decision to get revenge when she thought that together, they were enough.

And then, the darkness once more, the tentacles that reappeared, slithering through the cracks she’d left between them.

Hydra wanted her to feel that loss, carry it in her heart wherever she went, whoever she killed. Murdered.

Wanted her to know that they had their sights on him, and that if she ever left again, what would happen to those mutants she cared for.

Creak

Jaina looked up to her reflection at the sound, not even aware that her palms had drawn crimson blood with the claws she’d grown.

Bucky stood wedged in the doorway, his face still a blank slate. Not even nerved by her skeletal, naked form. His steel blue eyes simply yielded to her own.

“Making sure you’re not dead.”

Because that’s where she’d rather be. Dead, with the souls in the Underworld, back in Hel.

She longed for that place, the one she distantly called home. How odd it was that faintly, she could still remember it, taste the bitter sulfur on her tongue. Yet only when she was far from it did it feel comforting.

Where was her mother now?

Where was Hela?

Her chest reeled, a tide of salt stinging her eyes. A broken sob cracked past her lips as she slumped against the sink, cold porcelain against her breasts.

400 years away from home.

Jaina craved her mother, craved the warmth she never received from her, yet still craved the concept of it. How could she know what that was like? Perhaps it was instinct, the half of her that was still human. The part that could still feel something.

Bucky still stood there. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe he was counting the vertebrae of her spine. But he didn’t leave.

And that part of her, the human one, basked in his presence.

Silently, he lay a bundle of fabric next to her.

“We need food,” Bucky said. “Come with me.”

It wasn’t a question. But it didn’t feel like a demand either. His voice wasn’t hardened like she’d heard so many times before. It was soft, and almost, almost piteous.

And like a drone, like the shackles were still bound around her neck, Jaina dressed herself in the dark green henley, the too large black pants. She still had her boots on, she would never be comfortable enough to ever take them off. Because this was a house, not a home, and the man with her was just as damaged and wethered down as her.

Jaina swallowed. “I should stay. In case they find us.”

There was no need to define who “they” were. The shrinking of the Soldier's pupils told her that he knew exactly what she meant.

Here they were, Soldier and Singer, strategizing again. Together they fell into the rhythm of negotiating tactics, so often done.

“We will be prepared if they decide to ambush us on the way back.” The Soldier said.

“It wouldn’t be an ambush if we knew they were coming.” The Singer whispered, as if anyone could hear them.

“We go out together.”

“We’d be exposed.”

“They can’t fight us both.”

“We’re unarmed.”

That was when he paused.

I am always armed. That was what it meant to be a living shadow.

Something like curiosity took over the blue in his eyes. His neck craned to the side, as if he couldn’t see her, as if there was something new to her. Similarly, she had seen him assess targets before. Never had it been used on her.

Jaina shivered.

He murmured, a drifting thought. “What are you?”

No longer naked, yet she had the instinct to cover her chest, hunch her shoulders inwards. Here she stood, smaller than him, frailer, weaker, yet burdened by the weight of ancient knowing. Of borderline immortality. The deity she had once been, the powerful witch, the necromancer, the living shadow- she did not feel like any of them anymore. Too much time had passed and too much had been done to her body. To be imprisoned in a jar for nearly one hundred years by mere humans… What did that make her now?

And the Winter Soldier had only ever watched her, as she did with him. They shared languages, silent and verbal, but what did they know about each other? Nothing.

Would it hurt to be honest with the man standing across from her, the one who, more than anyone else in the world, could possibly understand what she was going through? Share it with her, perhaps?

She had touched his hand once, the metal one. She saw the unnoticed fury that raced down its plates, manifesting into the clenched fist at its end. There was a spark of something in her chest at that moment. Again, her humanity. It reassured her to know it was still there, after everything.

Jaina could envision it through him. Because, even after everything, she could see it in Bucky.

Could he see it within her, right now? Was that why he studied her so peculiarly?

She swallowed, resting her arms beside her, resisting the sudden urge to reach for his palms, hold them in her own. “I don’t know what I am anymore.”

Ever so slightly, Bucky’s eyes softened. Jaina knew she couldn’t answer his question. Not yet. So something must’ve shifted inside of him. Did he hear the beating of her heart?

She heard his. The steadiness of it nailed her to the earth.

“I used to be someone though,” Jaina continued, “I was my mother’s pride.”

She could almost smile at that.

Could she still be that? Was she still that?

“You’re lucky.” Bucky turned away now, heading towards the door of their safehouse. Again, the dreadful monotone crept into his voice, the one that switched a gear in Jaina’s head. This time there was a sadness to it, and her heart cracked apart.

“I don’t ever think I was anyone at all.”

[marvels-writings]

sorry if it’s more than one but can you do no. 9 and no. 20 (from the otp prompt list) with carol p.s. i was thinking they get into an argument and then ~make up~ (if you’re gonna do smut, please make reader a top 🥺)

9: Had a disagreement?

20: MORE THAN KISSED?! 😏

A/N: Few people loved jealous Carol, so this is more jealous Carol, and I don’t write smut

Jealousy was irrational, it didn’t make any sense for Carol to be envious of one of the assistants at Tony’s lab talking to you. You were just talking and laughing with her while Carol talked with a few other people at the Avenger’s party. She put a hand on your shoulder and whispered something in your ear, hand sliding down your arm and wandering on your waist, drawing patterns on your back before pulling away. Carol watched your smirk over Rhodey’s shoulder. 

“Someone’s distracted,” Rhodey stated, sipping his beer casually, Carol turned to glare at him.

Carol tried her best to ignore him and walked as elegantly as she could in her navy blue tux, fidgeting with the sleeves as the sound of her black brogues. You wore a flattering fav/color backless dress paired with black Louboutins you borrowed from Natasha, your neck and ears adorned with jewelry Carol had gifted you, your makeup complimented your features, hair left down to frame your face.

You heard Carol walking over before you even turned around, greeting her with a smile and introducing her to the woman you were talking to, Emily De Clercq. She was pretty, even Carol would have to admit, Emily had a rich brown skin tone, light brown hair with blonde streaks, dark brown eyes and sharp features, she wore a body con scarlet dress with matching high heels.

 Carol forced a smile and greeted her, talking to her for a few minutes before Emily was called over by Tony. She sighed and turned to you, smiling apologetically with a hint of mischief in her dark eyes. 

“I hope I’ll see you around,” Emily said to you, ignoring Carol who was standing right beside you.

“You too,” You grinned at her and turned to face Carol to talk to her since Emily was leaving.

Emily smirked and walked in front of you, pecking your cheek, lips almost touching the corner of your lips before she headed off where Tony was, swaying her hips to attract your attention. Carol noticed how hard you were blushing at the small kiss. Carol stormed off towards the elevator, heading to her room, surprising you.

“Carol!” You shouted, stunned by how quickly your best friend walked out of the party.

It didn’t make any sense, Carol usually hooked up with one of the girls at the party for a one night stand, never seeing them again. But now, she had feelings for you, even if she refused to acknowledge them. 

“What?” Carol snapped, eyes cold as she looked at you. You frowned but walked into the elevator, standing in front of her on the side. 

“What is up with you?” You asked a bit offended at how fast she rushed off. Carol frowned and scoffed, avoiding looking at you.

“Nothing, just leave me alone,” Carol muttered, walking out of the elevator once it reached her floor.

You walked out of the elevator and went after her before she could shut you out, barely managing to enter her room before she slammed the door shut

“No, this isn’t like you Carol, so stop shutting me out.” You stated, Carol threw her hands up in exasperation. 

“What do you want from me?” Carol shouted, looking at you with eyes filled with hurt, the look on her face broke your heart, she seemed so hurt by you, even though you had no idea what you even did. 

“I want you to tell me why you’re shutting me out! You’re my best friend for christ’s sake, tell me what I did wrong?” You demanded, running a hand through your hair, trying to avoid her piercing gaze. 

“My problem is that the girl, Emily, was flirting with you, she had no right to kiss you or touch you,” Carol argued, your face scrunched up in confusion. 

“You’re jealous?” You asked, your eyebrow raised in question. Carol’s eyes avoided you in embarrassment before she quickly tried to cover it up.

“I’m not jealous.” She lied, keeping her face neutral, but you could see her jaw clench, an easy tell that she was lying to you. 

“Why are you jealous?” You asked. 

Carol was a good liar to everyone else who met her, you’d known her for almost a year, lying to you would be almost impossible for her. 

“I’m not jealous for christ’s sake.” Carol groaned, running a hand through her short hair and messing it up a bit, your heart skipping a beat at the sight. 

“Oh, you are so jealous, why?” You grinned, enjoying this more than you should. Carol noticed but tried to keep her face neutral even though you were seeing right through her lie. 

“I’m not fucking jealous.” Carol groaned.

She didn’t notice her hands starting to glow in her frustration, you did and backed off a little, clenching your jaw before deciding to push one last time. 

“Why are you jealous?” You asked, almost a little nervous to ask.

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU OKAY?” Carol shouted, a beam of energy hitting the door behind you. 

Carol noticed the burn but ignored, pacing in the room, hands running through her hair, fingers pulling lightly on the short strands. Your eyes widened at her sudden confession. 

“For fucks sake how oblivious can you be? Have you noticed nothing? I’ve been in love with you for weeks and seeing that girl flirting with you, I want to be that girl flirting with you. I want more than what we have and I know that’s selfish but I want you, even if I can’t have you.” Carol rambled, still pacing through her room, her voice quietened at the end as she turned to face you. 

You were barely able to focus on anything as her words ran through your hair on repeat. You’d loved Carol as soon as you had gotten to know her, you thought she never saw you romantically, she had never looked at you like she had looked at those girls at parties. You were just shocked she confess because she thought she was being selfish. 

“You’re more oblivious than I am.” You muttered, grabbing the collar of her shirt and quickly pulling her towards you, meeting her lips to yours.

Both of you were surprised at the sudden action, your hand slid from her collar slowly into her hair, running your fingers through the short strands while kissing her. Carol’s hands settled onto your waist, wandering lower before returning to your hips.

“Next time, don’t blow a hole in the door, just talk to me.” You whispered, pulling away for air and resting your forehead against hers. 

Carol barely focused on what you said before kissing you again, your other hand went up to her neck, pulling her closer. The kiss was more than both of you had ever dreamed about. You stumbled and almost tripped over your high heels, Carol caught you, lifting you easily as your legs wrapped around her waist. 

“But I kind of liked how this turned out.” Carol grinned, pulling away, you rolled your eyes at her, about to kiss her again when a loud knock at the door broke the atmosphere

“Lovebirds, you need to be at the party,” Tony shouted from outside. 

You rolled your eyes and looked down at Carol who shouted at Tony that both of you would be out soon. She looked up at you and gently let you down with a smirk on her face, you noticed a bit of your lipstick was smeared on the corner of her lip. You unwrapped yourself from Carol before addressing it. 

“You got a little something there.” You remarked, reaching up with one hand to wipe it off, smirking when she blushed. 

“Stop teasing me.” Carol breathed, her breath hitching noticeably when your thumb brushed over her lip before pulling away.

You shrugged and used one of Carol’s lipsticks before walking out, Carol walked out after you, resting her hand on your waist for the rest of the party, smirking when she saw Emily’s eyes widen at both of you together. But you were hers, nothing was going to change that.

Tag List: @capcarolsdanver, @versdan, @lesbian-girls-wayhaught, @lovebotlarson, @dhengkt, @5aftermidnight, @hstoria, @natasha-danvers, @veryfunnyal, @xxxtwilightaxelxxx , @ophelias-heart  , @never-didbefore , @justarandomhumanhere, @the-most-unicorn-of-them-all , @thatssocamryn , @lesbian-x-blackwidow , @marvelbbyx , @wlw-imaginesss let me know if you’d like to be in any of my tag lists!

A/N: Thoughts? Feedback is hella appreciated.

[the-garden-of-tulips]

Some Bucky barnes appreciation

( I do not own any of these I found them on Pinterest, I do not know who made them but I felt like sharing)

[just-some-random-blogger]

Dude, She's Just Not Into You

Chris Evans x Actress!Reader Summary: You and Chris were lovers in a major motion picture. Beyond that you were great friends off screen. Except no one believed that. Everyone could see how whipped that meatball was for you, except you lol. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: A lot of pining, fluff, also i used Y/N n stuff ASHDHaL:SFHASLHF disgostin, actress au, crack fic lol, etc.

A/N: ayyy I kinda made a another one that kinda could be p2 but not really so if ur into reading it lol here it is

20+ minute YT video captioned: Chris Evans & Y/F/N Test To See How Compatible they are with each other.

It's an all white background and two chairs.

Chris is in a sweater and slacks, as am I.

"Hi, my name is Chris Evans," I say making Chris turn to me and knit his brows mutter, "so who am I?"

I turn to him and examine his soft expression. I place a hand on my jaw and hum in thought. I look at his sweater and I turn back to the camera, "-and today we're going to be seeing how-" Chris laughs softly in the background, "compatible we are."

I turn to the bearded man, "now Ronaldo, I know we're dressed like we're on the same team, but we aren't."

Chris pulls his head back and makes a face. He turns over his shoulder and whispers softly, "are you talking to me? This is awkward."

I snap two fingers at him, "focus, focus, Zhao. You have the attention of a two year old."

Chris begins to look around, "am... am I in the right room?"

"I'm here to prove to everyone that I am the superior Chris Evans because I actually listen to what you have to say--"

He sucks in a sharp breath and straightens his back. He raises his brows and a finger, "aLrIghT, first of all--"

"--quit mansplaining, Johan-- but also the entire film we're in heavily relies on the compatibility we have. Thus if we are found incompatible because of your incompetence, you are the sole reason why this film would have any bad ratings whatsoever."

Chris looks dumbfounded but he eventually sighs, "well, you know what, that seems soundly fair."

I nod, "as it is."

"But your sweater is still ugly," he randomly spurts, making me turn to my white top then to his white top. I stand from my chair and position my arms into a T, "excuse me, this is above my paygrade. My cultured feet will not be insulted by a mildly amusing piece of white bread, thanks."

The comment section of this video:

IM SCREAMING THE VIDEO HASNT EVEN STARTED AND THEYRE ALREADY AT EACH OTHERS THROATS I SWEAR THEIR BICKERING IS A WHOLE MOVIE ITSELF [3k+ likes]

Chris: I- Y/N: absolutely not [1.5k likes]

"I think Y/N is an absolute great person. She's so passionate and kind. Everything she does she puts her heart out. I know how cheesy it is to say, but I have never met someone like her." -chris evans "Imma be real witchu... I don't get it." -y/n freaking y/l/n [5.1k likes] >>>20 REPLIES<<< It do really be like dat sometimes 😔 [1k likes] MS Y/L/N COLLECT UR MAN OR GIVE HIM TO ME THX [2.6k likes]

I love how Chris gets most of the questions right and still is wrong lmao 😂 [200k likes]

OKAY BUT NO ONES TALKING ABOUT HOW SHE GOT ONE ANSWER WRONG BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY STILL RIGHT [61k likes] >>>500 replies<<< Ya'll can't convince me they're not dating. [3k likes] SHe wAs so pressed about it toooo HELLLPPP [2.5k likes] I think they're talking about it now lol [657 likes]

3 minute highlight clip from a solo interview captioned: Y/F/N On 'How Hard' It Was Working With Chris Evans

The scene is set in a red carpet event. Loud ambient noise in the background and infrequent camera flashes.

I'm wearing a one shoulder, sparkly, green tunic dress. I stand in front of an interviewer wearing something quite similar. She starts off with that, "Look at us, we're matching."

I smile back at her and match her enthusiastic tone, "Yeah! Look at us, in the trends. Had we been wearing the same color, someone would have gotten fired."

We share a laugh.

"So tell me how it was working with Chris Evans."

"Horrible," I say with no hesitation. I roll my eyes dramatically and huff, "the dude kept eating my muffins on set. Just because he had unlimited bread options as Captain America doesn't mean he can just steal my french toast too."

"Oh gosh, I had no idea."

"Yeah," sigh, "it's just not right." I look up and pretend to hold back tears. The dear interviewer plays along and pats my shoulder. I shake my head and raise a hand, "no, I'm fine. I just-- I want America to know that that man you love so much, is a glutton for gluten. It's kind of sad to see how much that bright star has faded."

The comment section of this video:

You just can't spell Y/F/N without dramatic. [104k+ likes]

This woman is so extra and I AM HERE FOR IT. QUEEEEEN [15.5k likes]

14 minutes of y/n hating chris & chris proving her otherwise (that's the video)

We're seated next to each other. The interviewer is in front of us and the movie poster behind.

"Do you ever look at someone and say, 'man, that dude is hecka ugly'? Well, folks, that's how I feel when I see him," I say turning to Chris who was already looking at me.

Chris says casually, "I think I'm pretty good looking."

"Well, that's what makes you ugly," I turn to the interviewer, "no one likes a self-aware hot guy."

Chris smiles, keeping his eyes fixed on me, "so you agree?"

--CUT TO--

Same setting, different time and interviewer.

Said interviewer asks, "After working on a film for a year, what has been your favorite thing to do together."

There is a short pause.

Chris answers, "you know, I think I'd say something like having coffee. Like, we would go to cafes and just sit there, read a book, and chill."

"Clearly it was enjoyable because I didn't talk to him at all," I say with a firm nod.

"Says the girl who made me rush into the makeup studio just to tell me that stupid joke she had."

My eyes widen in defense, "Oh well sorry you have no humor. Literally everyone in the makeup department laughed at the joke."

"If I had said the joke you wouldn't have let me live that down."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't have said that joke because your a dry piece of-"

--CUT TO--

I'm sitting alone in a studio. The video is in black and white.

"If you could get one trait of Chris Evan's as your own, what would it be and why," I read the question off of a cue card and place it at the back of the deck. "Okay, first of all, I would not touch that man with a 20 foot pole. Okay. Get that on record."

I push the hair out of my face then think for a moment, "second of all, Chris, I think these days, has such a lovable image. You know like, I think before he got his shield, he was type cast as a bad boy, but he really is just a really big, lovable guy, you know. And, I feel like I would want to be someone who feels like that, you know."

The comment section of this video:

Y/N: Chris Evans 🤬👹 💩💢🔪 Also Y/N: Chris Evans 🥰💖🤰✨🌸 [40k+ likes]

5 minute clip: Chris Evans On Dating Rumors with Y/F/N

It's a red carpet event. Chris is in a suit and shades. "So," the interviewer asks Chris, "what do we think of Y/N?"

"Well, we think she's great. She's super talented, super hard working, super funny. She's great."

"Yeah, and we know how playful and wild your interviews can get."

Chris purses his lips in a soft smile and shakes his head, "she's a tough cookie, you know?"

"Do you like tough cookies?"

"I mean, a cookie's a cookie. I like cookies. I like them anyway I can get. You can always eat a harder cookie with milk, so."

"Would you say you're the milk to her cookie?"

Chris breaks into a left booby grab laugh. Once he settle down a bit, "I don't know where this is going but I don't wike it."

"I mean, you two are so comfortable with each other. Haven't you ever thought of dating?"

He sighs and shakes his head. He half-heartedly says, "Wow. I mean, what could I have ever thought about if not dating a tough cookie. Look, hey, let's ask her now."

I am about to pass by him, but I'm so rudely interrupted.

Chris borrows the mic from the interviewer, "have you thought of nothing else but dating me?"

I am, admittedly, taken aback. In a few seconds though, I turn to my shoulder and utter one word, "security."

10+ minute panel interview titled: Love Loop Stars Chris Evans and Y/F/N Interview In New York

"I'm really curious," the interviewer asks, "how did this all start? The bickering, the sarcasm, does it come naturally, or was there a tipping point between you two."

The two of us were laughing at the start of the question, knowing exactly where it was going from the get go.

"Well, I'm honestly a naturally sarcastic person. I think Chris and I have a similar sense of humor, but mostly I just like getting a rise out of him. He's such a confused old man sometimes and it's hilarious, which is why try my darndest to give the world the content they deserve. The PR team actually encourage me."

Chris's shoulders shakes in laughter. He shakes his head in disagreement.

"And how do you feel about her banter?"

"Well," he drags out, "not that I can stop her, but with every sarcastic comment she gives-- although... I do get a little nervous-"

"Wait what?" I turn to him with an incredulous look on my face.

"Well, you know you start thinking."

I roll my eyes, "oh my gosh, you just want me to sing praises on live TV and tell the world how much I love you."

Chris starts getting defensive and raises his hands. Red begins to rise up from his neck to his cheeks.

I continue on anyway, "Okay, ya'll better make sure the cameras are recording because I won't say this as often." I clear my throat, "I-" gag noises, "love Chris Evans."

The room cheers.

It's Chris's turn to stand and bring his arms together into a T, "time out." He disagrees, "this is wayyyy above my pay grade."

[spicyandplain]

Hi! I’ve decided to write one shots on here, since all of my stories have just stopped haha. Please send in your requests, i’ll put a list pf what im willing to write below.

I write for…

Stranger things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

Mike Wheeler

Nancy wheeler

Robin (idfk her last name :0)

Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreaves

Klaus Hargreaves

Diego Hargreaves

Allison Hargreaves

Harry Potter

Harry potter

Ron weasley

George weasley

Fred weasley

Cedric diggory

Draco malfoy

Sirius black

Remus lupin

James potter

Lily potter

Hermione granger

Twilight

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmet Cullen

Paul Lahote

Seth clearwater

Embry

Sam Uley

Jacob Black

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Leah Clearwater

Marvel

Tony Stark

Sam Wilson

James Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker

Clint Barton

Natasha ramonoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Doctor Strange

Shang chi

Descendants

Evie Queen ( Actually Evelyn Grimhilde ??)

Benjamin Florian Beast

Carlos De Vil

Mal Bertha Faery

Jay ( son of jafar)

Harry Hook

Uma ( daughter of Ursula)

Z-o-m-b-i-e-s

Zed necrodopolis

Wyatt Lykensen

Willa Lykensen

Eliza Zambi

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If i get enough requests i will make a master list and make even content. I find that there is a lot more of a female reader base than another, and vise versa in some fandoms. So please dont be afraid to ask for anything!

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

MELODRAMA- S.G ROGERS

Pairing: Boyfriend!Steve x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: When you go through your rough patches, your boyfriend Steve is always there to guide you through them.

Warnings:  fluff, kissing, pet names, mental health issues ( reader is going through one of her depression episodes)

Note** depression looks different for everyone. this is a small reflection of how my depression looks, when i go through some bad episodes. please know you are never ever alone, and i am always here for you if you need to talk about anything! im sorry this is kinda sadder then some of my other works... im sad rn and needed a steve rogers pick me up. ( he’d be the sweetest when you’d go through any hardships!) 

Candles flickered from your vanity, their light casting a dim glow across your bedroom walls. Polaroids of Steve and you gleamed at you, littered across your mirror. Your fairy lights glimmered from the ceiling, a soft blissful melody streaming out of your vinyl player. It was peaceful in your room. It felt safe and comforting, the smell of vanilla lingering in the air.

 Except you didn’t do any of it. You didn’t light the candles, turn on the little fairy lights that you adored, you didn’t put the needle on the vinyl. No, you were curled up in bed, buried under the fuzzy blankets Steve had brought for you. You had refused to move all day, dreading waking up this morning. The idea of functioning had exhausted you. You were having another one of your depression slumps, it being difficult to even get up and make yourself drink water. Your bones felt like lead, the thought of moving hurting your brain. 

Sadness surrounded you like an endless ocean, you felt as if you were drowning in it. It was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Numbness seeped through your bones as you lay in bed, music tuning in and out of your ears, going in one and directly out the other. Your flushed cheeks were sticky with tears and your head felt as if it was going to explode.

 knock knock 

The door creaked open slowly and a tussle of blonde hair and baby blue eyes poked out from behind the door. Steve stood at the door frame, a bowl of piping hot soup in hand, a blanket in the other. Your gaze shifted to him, then back to the closet doors on the other side of your room. With a soft sigh, he trotted over to the side of your bed where you laid, setting the soup on your bedside table. Another blanket was draped across your body, warming the chill that settled in your bones. The weight of the bed shifted, a creak coming from the side of your bed. 

“ Bunny?” Steve murmured from beside you, stroking your face gently.

 “Mgmh.” you grumbled, burying yourself deeper in the sheets. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again. 

The only thing keeping you here, awake and present was Steve, and even though it didn’t appear so at this moment, you were extremely thankful for him. Whenever you felt down or had episodes like these, Steve was always there. He comforted you and made sure you were taken care of. He understood that you could be moody and how sometimes you wanted space, so he was never over baring unless you wanted him to be. 

“ I know this is the last thing you want to hear right now, but I made you soup.”

“ I’m not hungry.” You mumbled from the sheets. “ I know bunny. But you need to eat, you haven’t all day. It’s not good for you.” he sighed, reaching for the bowl on the table.

“ Good.” you grumbled, peaking your head from under the nest of blankets you had made in your bed. 

“ Please? Just try a little bit. It doesn’t have to be much, just something in your tummy. It goes down really easy too and won’t upset your tummy either.” Steve gave you a pout and you re-considered. As much as the idea of food disgusted you at the moment, you sat up slowly, rubbing your tired eyes. Steve’s cooking never disappointed. A smile lit up his face as you took the bowl from his hands slowly, spooning some of it in your mouth. 

“ Good girl.” he whispered and you felt warmth spread through your cheeks, a blush tinting them. Even though you and Steve had been dating for over a year, the praises he gave you made your heart flutter every time. As you slowly sipped the soup he had made you, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

 Comfortable silence lingered between the two of you, the sound of the record fading in the background. That’s one of the many things you liked with Steve, you always felt comfortable. No matter how vulnerable you appeared, you always felt safe with him. Silences weren’t ever awkward between the two of you.

You finished your soup a few minutes later and set it down next to you. Steve reached over to grab the lemon water he gave you an hour ago, bringing the straw to your lips. “ Drink up honey. You need your liquids too.” You sipped the water, the faint lemon flavor making your taste buds tingle. 

You glanced over to the mirror placed across your bed, reflecting your image back at you. Your face was pale with dark circles under your dimmed eyes, hair in tangles. You felt a mess. Steve met your gaze in the mirror, his blue eyes trailing you over, catching your slight wince. “ My hair is a mess.” you whispered, voice horse from crying early. 

“ Did you want me to brush it for you love?” Steve asked, grabbing the hairbrush you had thrown somewhere on your bed. 

“ Please.” you nodded slowly and he smiled. After repositioning himself so you were between his legs, he began to brush your hair slowly, gently getting the tangles out. “ I’m sorry Stevie.” you whispered, upset at yourself. You always felt bad that Steve was the one to pick up your broken pieces. The brushing stopped suddenly. 

“ Hey, look at me please.” he murmured, turning you around to face him again. 

“ Please do not be sorry Bunny. I am here for you always. Through the bad and the good. I love you and please for one second think that this is a bother to me.” You looked down at the blankets, your anxious hands fidgeting with one of the corners. 

“ But-” 

“ No buts love. I am here because I want to be here. I am here because I want to be here for you, and I want to at least try and make you feel better. I adore when you’re happy and I will do anything to see that beautiful smile again.” His hand cupped your cheek, bringing your eyes to meet his loving gaze once more. “ I love you. And I may not know exactly what you’re going through, but I am here. Always.”

 You reached for him, kissing him passionately. His lips were soft and he kissed you gently, his warmth spreading through you like a wildfire. He tasted of butterscotch, touch tender and soothing. A smile lit up his face as you pulled away slowly, running your fingers through his blonde hair. 

“ I love you.”

“ I know.”

The brush ran through your hair once more, the tangles dispersing with each stroke. Steve held you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as your eyes slowly drooped shut. You were lulled to sleep, engulfed in Steve. 

The smell of musk and cinnamon filled your senses, which was the smell of him. His strong arms held you close to him, protecting you from any dangers of the world. His warmth submerged you like one of the many blankets you had placed across your body. You felt safe, and at peace. Knowing Steve would always be there for you when you needed him most made any sense of dread in your body melt away. His gentle, soft touches made you feel loved, made you feel cared for. Wherever Steve was, peace followed. 

“ Sleep well, my beautiful baby.”

[queenofheartts-love]

A Second Chance (MCU FanFic)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Raven (OC)

Prompt: Almost two years after the fight with Thanos Steve starts putting on meetings to help people who have lost someone. After doubting his feelings for Raven Steve agrees to go on date with her.

Warnings: Alcohol/Drinking, Little Fluff, Little Spice, Mention of a parent's death

Word Count: 2.7K

Author Notes: Sweet Steve is my favorite Steve.

This is a Slow Burn so it’ll be a few chapters before the juicy stuff ;)

Let me know what y'all think :3

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Chapter 4

Steve's POV

(Insert ‘All of Me’ by Billie Holiday)

I hadn’t danced with anyone since 1945. I told myself that I wouldn’t dance with anyone until I got to have that dance with Peggy. But I would be a hypocrite if I didn’t follow my own advice on moving forward. The song brought back so many fond memories of my old friends. To Raven it may have seemed like a bad memory but I treasured it. I was feeling nostalgic. So I asked her to dance. I placed a hand on her waist and looked down at her as she placed her hand on my shoulder. I gave her a smile as she looked up at me. I took one step to sway with her and she matched my movements. I closed my eyes and I felt like I had gone back in time. I could clearly see the room I was in that night. The dimly lit club. The smell of alcohol and smoke in the air. I could see Bucky in his uniform dancing the night away with a blonde haired woman. I felt a smile on my lips as I hummed the medley of the song. I opened my eyes to be brought out of the memory that I was in. When I opened my eyes I saw that Raven was looking up at me, watching me.

“What?”I asked, my words coming out as a chuckle

“Nothing… I just like seeing you like this.” She told me. Her eyes not wavering from my gaze.

“Like what?”I asked.

“Carefree, Happy or at least as close to happy as you can be.”

“Do I not normally seem carefree?”

“No.” She said without hesitation.

“You always look like you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.” She told me. How was it that she was able to see me so clearly?

“I think that comes with the job.”

“Maybe so. But when was the last time you lived for Steve Rogers- not Captain America?”She asked me.

"What if they're the same person?" I asked her. A shiver ran down my spine feeling her hand slid down from my shoulder to my chest.

"Not the Steve Rogers that's just as famous as Cap... But the Steve that's in here."She told me as her hand settled over my heart. I broke our gaze and took a breath in, raising both my eyes brows and then exhaled slowly. When was the last time I lived for myself? I pondered on that question. I couldn’t remember. Maybe when I signed up for the army or maybe even when I asked Peggy out for that date. Or maybe when I chose Bucky over Tony but even that wasn’t fully for me.

“1930s over 1940s.. give or take” I finally gave her an answer, still swaying with Raven as the sound of a trumpet and saxophone filled her home. I looked back down at her to see a frown on her lips. She didn't like my answer.

“It’s been way too long then.” She told me and I agreed. It had been too long.

“When was the last time you did something for yourself? From what I can tell, you put everyone before yourself.” I asked her.

“Yesterday.” She told me and I raised a brow at her letting it be known that I was questioning her response. I immediately thought of yesterday when we went for that walk. From what I knew she was doing things for Abel not herself.

“I asked you to come over.” She told me and gave my hand a squeeze. Her answered surprised me. I allowed a shocked express to come across my face as I looked away from her again. I didn’t think this was a date but maybe it was. I thought about how that made me feel. I wasn’t uncomfortable with the idea of it. She was a beautiful woman and she was kind. It had been decades since I had an official date and this wasn’t a bad one. The track on the album changed just in time to match the mood. A slower, more intimate song started to play.

(Insert ‘I’ll be seeing you’ by Billie Holiday)

“Today’s the anniversary of my mother’s death…” she told me. My gaze shot right back down to her when I heard her words. Her eyes were focused on my chest as she spoke. I returned the hand squeeze she had given me earlier. When she looked back up at me I could see the pain in her eyes as her words set in. The bright twinkle that was normally in her irises was gone.

“I’m so sorry Raven.” I told her. Hoping she could hear the sincerity in my voice and see it in my eyes.

“It’s okay, I normally spend the day with River. Last year I spent it alone and it was harder than I thought it would be. But today hasn’t been that bad.” My heart ached for her in this moment. Someone who tried so hard to make everyone else feel okay was suffering alone and no one would have known.

"How long has it been?" I asked her.

"Three years." She said.

"Wh- What happened?"I said, stuttering with my words as I asked.

"Breast Cancer... By the time she told us it was too late. She didn't want the help or the treatment because she knew that it was too late..." She trailed off.

"She- um...She just wanted to spend time with us." She finished. I watched as her eyes turned glossy and a pool of tears gathered at her water lines. The hand that I had on her hip I moved until it was on the small of her back. I pulled her closer to me so that her body was flush against mine. Raven pressed her face against my chest and I laid my cheek against her hair as she let out a deep breath. I could feel a damp spot start to bleed through my shirt. I looked over when I heard the jingling sound of dog-tags. Sugar had gotten up from the dog bed and made her way over to us, staring up at Raven.

"I got her," I mouthed to the dog. I placed my cheek back onto Raven's head. I held her a little closer to me until I could feel her body relax against mine. I began to hum the melody of the song as I swayed with her to the music.

“Thank you... This is nice.” She mumbled out. She removed her hand from mine and the hand that was on my shoulder to wrap both of her arms around my torso. I mirrored her attractions wrapping both of my arms around her waist. I took a breath in smelling the sweet scent of coconut and vanilla from her hair. Regardless of the saddening information she just told me, she was right, this was nice. I wasn't expecting to have an evening like this one. I figured we would have a formal conversation filled with painful silences. I didn't think I was going to feel so connected to her. To feel more whole the longer I was in her presence. It was almost unsettling how comfortable I was around her. How much she felt like home- well as close to home as I could get... Was this why Natasha always pushed me into the dating world? Was it normally like this? If I knew dating would be this easy then maybe I would’ve gotten over my fear and resentment of it. Surely it wouldn’t be like this with just anyone. It definitely wasn't like this with Sharon. I thought to myself.

I basked in our silence as we danced. I smiled to myself feeling just how relaxed she actually was in my arms. If I could, I would have lived in this moment. For a few minutes nothing else seemed important. My heart break from knowing that I would never get my chance Peggy, my guilt from our fight with Thanos, the apparent loneliness that I hid- all of it was irrelevant in this moment. My mind and heart was at peace in this moment.

Neither one of us realized that the record had reached its end. It wasn’t until I heard the dogs whining at the endless crackling sound.

“I think our song ended.” I whispered out to her as I stilled our dancing.

“It seems so...” She whispered against my chest. Despite her acknowledgment she continued to stay in my arms. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips knowing that she was enjoying the moment like I was. She took in another deep breath before she pulled herself away from me. Her eyes reached mine and she gave me a sweet smile- One I hadn’t seen before.

“Thank you for the dance.” She told me. Those words echoed in my head and in my heart. I thought I would never hear those words. My hand slid up her arm as she stared into my eyes. God I was starting to love those beautiful brown eyes of hers. I could see right into her soul through her irises and Something told me that she could see right into mine. I instinctively wanted to lean down and press my lips onto hers. But instead I just said-

“Anytime.” I matched her smile feeling her body slide through my arms. She walked over to the record player and picked up the record.

“Any requests?”She asked me and I shook my head.

“You won’t know this one but I think you'll like it.” She told me.

“Norah Jones.” She said, showing me the cover to the record. She flashed me a bright smile. I could tell just by her smile that it was one of her favorite records. I made a mental note to look up more songs by her.

“I haven't actually.” I told her as I walked over to the coffee table to pick up my glass of wine. I needed to preoccupy my mind from looking at her. I noticed how she was dressed when I came in but it was starting to get to me now. I liked the flare out grey pants she had on; Not to mention the formfitting short sleeve black shirt. I had never once seen her dress like this. Maybe that’s what she wore to work? If she wore that to work I wasn’t quite sure how she was single. Get it together Steve. I told myself.

(Insert ‘Come away with me’ by Norah Jones)

"I hope you like her. She has a unique sound to her that I think that you'll appreciate." She told me. Her back was still to me. I allowed my eyes to rake down her body and take in all of her curves. I took another sip of my wine swallowing it hard when my gaze landed on her ass.

“Do you like this one?” She asked me.

“Yes. I. do.”I said, clearing my throat as she caught me staring. She smiled and narrowed her eyes at me before she set the volume on the player to low. She sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her. I took another sip from my glass finishing off what was left. I took my seat next to her and she positioned her body to face me. She propped her head up with her hand as her arm.

“I think we need to address the elephant in the room..” She stated. I couldn't help but to feel like a kid that had just gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“I really hope I’m not leading you on tonight. That was not my intention.” She told me placing her free hand on her chest as she spoke. I shook my head and waved off her words.

“You said dinner as a friend.” I reminded her and she smiled.

“I did.” She agreed. I think this is what Sam would have called friend- friend?… Friend zoned? That’s what it was called.

“Why did you ask me? Not that I mind-Because I am honored.” I told her, hoping that my words didn’t come off as harsh.

“Everyone in my life right now I have to take care of… and today’s the one day that I allow myself to fall apart.” She started.

“I um… After yesterday I got the feeling that if I did fall apart, you would be okay with just sitting with me. Which I know sounds crazy because we’re practically strangers to each other-”

“I don’t think you’re a stranger.” I cut her off when I heard her voice waver with emotion.

“Good because I don’t either.” She told me and tapped my knee with her hand before she wiped a tear away.

“I dunno… I just felt in my soul that you were the right person for today.” She told me. I grabbed her hand without thinking about it and ran my thumb over her knuckles.

“I am more than happy to be that person for today and for each year until you find someone better.” Before I realized what I was saying the words out. I didn't disagree with them but I was putting myself on the line. It was becoming apparent that she only wanted us to be friends. I wanted that too, didn't I? I questioned myself. I saw her take her bottom lip into her teeth; biting it. She became silent again and I sat in silence with her just like she said I would. It was an odd feeling to be so drawn to someone. I hadn’t felt like this since Peggy, truthfully. She was the last woman who captured my heart just after a couple interactions. I thought I had missed my chance to feel this way again.

“That’s the problem…”She said, breaking the silence. I looked at her raising a brow to question her words.

“I don’t think there’s ever going to be a better person… Than you.” She whispered out the last two words. I could feel a spark in my heart that I hadn’t felt in decades. I took a deep breath and let it out. I was starting to get overwhelmed with my feelings for her. It was too soon to feel like this... or maybe not soon enough.

“I know I sound crazy. I’m sure you get that all the time.” She said taking her hand away from mine. I pushed my brows together and leaned forward taking her hand back into mine

“You do not, and I do not... I gotta be honest with you, I haven’t felt like this since-”I cut myself off as I felt a pressure building in my chest. Naturally I wanted to say since Peggy but I couldn't get the words out. I cleared my throat before speaking again.

“In a very, very long time Raven.” I told her. I watched as she closed her eyes at my words as if she could finally let herself believe her own thoughts. When she opened her eyes again I gave her a smile. We sat in another moment of silence. It was becoming evident that we didn’t need words to enjoy each other’s company. We just sat there looking into each other’s eyes. Her eyes looked a little glossy again, as if she was on the verge of crying. I looked down at her hand that was still in mine to give her the privacy to cry if she needed too.

“Can we forget that I said that?” She asked me. Her voice thick with emotion. I let out slow breath and nodded my head

“That might be hard… but if that’s what you want.” I said, Giving her hand a gentle squeeze. I looked back up at her and saw tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Thanks.” She told me with a small smile.

“Sure.” I responded. She wanted me to forget that she had just told me that I was the one she needed. And if she truly wanted me to forget that then I could. But the problem was that I thought she was right.. I may have just gotten my second chance at love. Something I have been wanting since I woke up 70 years later. I didn’t know how to explain it but I felt as if Peggy put Raven in my path. She seemed to need me just as much as I needed her.

Thank you Peggy I said to myself.

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[marvel-sluts]

Would you be up to doing a brie Larson x fem reader with prompt 8? With lots of fluff?

8 - Takes care of you when you are drunk

Prompt list

Drunken confessions

Pairing: Brie Larson x reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunkenness, swearing.

Summary: After getting a bit too drunk at a party, your girlfriend takes you home.

A/N: I've never written for Brie before so I hope this was okay, enjoy <3.

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"Is she okay?" Chris Evans asked, nudging Brie softly and pointing at you. You were stood on a table, obviously very tipsy as you screamed the words to the song playing.

"Oh god, I forgot she was a lightweight." Brie mumbled, "hold this for a second please." She said, handing Chris her drink before heading over to you.

"Come on baby, come and dance with me." You said, as you saw her approaching.

"No darling, your drunk. I think the bartender was a little bit too generous with your drinks." Your girlfriend giggled, "come on, let's get you home."

"Nooo, let me stay baby. I wanna dance, I love this song." You said, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the dance floor.

"Fine one dance, but then we go home." Brie said, wrapping her arms around your hips to steady you. "You know what? I think your a lightweight, even though you keep denying it." Brie said simply as the two of you swayed to the music.

"Brie, I don't feel so good." You mumbled, tripping over your own feet as you tried to get away from the crowded dance floor.

"Come on baby, let's get you home." She said, taking your hand and leading you outside, successfully managing to get you down the stairs without falling.

Brie reached her free hand into your bag, fumbling around for the keys. Finally she felt them, pulling her hand out of the bad she unlocked the car and helped you into the passenger seat.

"Nooo, I wanna drive." You slurred, reaching over for the wheel.

"Sorry baby, but you aren't in any condition to drive." Brie laughed, doing up your seat belt before closing the door and heading over to the drivers side. She quickly texted Chris, explaining the situation and apologising for leaving so early before starting up the car and setting off, wanting to get you home as fast as possible.

"I'm gonna be sick." You mumbled not long after. Brie pulled the car over sharply, heading around to the passenger side to find you already hurling your guts out in a bush. She hurried forward, grasping your hair and holding it up.

"Thank you." You muttered, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand with a sigh.

"No problem darling, let's get you home." Brie said, leading you back to the car and starting it up. Not long later the two of you pulled up outside Brie's house. It made sense for her to bring you here, recently you have been spending more time here than in your own home.

A few minutes later you were tucked in bed with minimal injuries. Brie lay beside you, her arm draped lazily over your body, holding you in a protective embrace.

"I love you." You murmured, a sleepy smile gracing your features.

"I love you too." Brie mumbled, her stomach doing backflips as she realised the two of you had never actually said the L word. "So much." She added.

In that moment she realised just how much she loved you, she was ready to help you through your hangover in the morning, and any others after that. She loved you and you loved her.

[statticscribbles]

17 Angst, Steve rogers/Reader

17.)”You win, happy?”

You’ve been working in SHIELD for as long as you can remember. Which isn’t long considering the mind wipes you undergo anytime your mission ends. 

Steve Rogers; he’s another SHIELD agent; Sharon, babysits him in his apartment. You’re not sure why you’re so drawn to him; he’s only a low level agent; there’s no way you’d have worked together.

Except you have nightmares where he finds you; after missions; hiding in back alleys; he always looks angry. He always says the same thing.

“You win, happy?” You wake up after that; always confused, always wanting to ask him; but it’s erased from your mind before you can say anything.

“Y/N.” You smile at the man who’s jogging over from the cafeteria line.

“Hi; have we met before?” You watch his face fall.

“No; sorry must’ve..”

“Steve.” Your eyes widen when you remember him suddenly.

Send me a Ship and one number/genre and I’ll write something quick

[marvels-writings]

I meant to say 67 for carol x female reader

A/N: Idk if this is the same anon as before but i have a class in like 7 minutes and i wanted to relieve some stress so here we are now

“You’re that tired just from training?” You asked Carol, Carol turned to glare at you from where she was situated on the couch while watching TV.

She wore one of your crewneck sweatshirts which was probably covered in sweat by now, peacock blue leggings and you could see the strap of her black sports bra underneath.

“You try doing the training I do.” Carol grumbled, moving to lie down and rest her head on the armrest of the couch before opening up her arms for you to join her, you rolled your eyes and did as she wanted, moving to lie down in front of her.

Carol tiredly wrapped her arms around your waist and snuggled her face into the crook of your neck while watching TV, your nose wrinkled slightly when you smelt your sweatshirt, but you didn’t complain, Carol was only on Earth for another week before going on a mission and you wanted to treasure it.

“How do you smell so good?” Carol whined into your neck, breath tickling you slightly, you chuckled as Carol felt the vibrations of your voice through your neck.

“Maybe because I didn’t wear my girlfriend’s sweatshirt while training.” You joked, Carol slid one hand under your shirt and sent up a quick spark of energy, you gasped and reached out for the nearest pillow, instantly whacking Carol’s face off of your neck.

“How dare you?” Carol joked, getting off of you and using the same pillow to whack you, laughing the entire time as you tried to defend yourself by getting another pillow, it didn’t do much, Carol started hitting you with both pillows.

“And she has fallen.” You said dramatically, lying down on the floor before noticing Carol was practically straddling you, you blushed as she shrugged and grinned before smothering your face with a pillow.

No matter how tired or grumpy she was, you always managed to cheer her up, she loved you for it, even if she was trying to suffocate you with a pillow.

A/N: ayy i wrote this in like 5 minutes, feedback is amazing!

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STEVE ROGERS

no saints but sinners + bucky barnes x fem!reader x steve rogers (s)

summary — a rather stormy day spent under the covers (ft steve rogers)

ARI LEVINSON

pinky promise + ari levinson x fem!reader

summary — two promises (s)

drabbles

RANSOM DRYSDALE

cherries n cream + bestfriendsbrother!ransom drysdale x fem!reader

summary — never tasted sweeter (s)

LLOYD HANSEN

[pizza-portal]

Avoiding

Pairing: Chris Evans x OC!Lana

Summary: Lana thinks Chris is cheating and avoids him.

Warnings: angst, sad, lack of eating, fluff

If Lana knew one thing, it was to not listen to the tabloids. They were just rumors. Sometimes they were lies. 90% of the time, they were untrue.

But, she sat in her couch staring at the article. ‘Chris Evans and Elizabeth Olsen: The Perfect Match’. The lights were dim and it was too late at night. She just couldn’t stop staring at the screen. She didn’t want to be insecure, but Elizabeth was prettier and talented. All Lana did was sit there and look pretty. She knew Chris would never cheat on her, but deep down, what if he liked Elizabeth more than her?

As if on cue, the article disappeared and Chris’s contact name popped up. She cursed under her breath, deciding whether or not to answer his call. She pressed the answer button putting the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hey baby,” he spoke smoothly. Yet, all Lana’s mind could think about was him and Elizabeth.

“Uh, hi,” she answered. She tried to sound normal, but her voice was strained and shaky.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” He asked.

“No, I was uh, doing some work,” she responded. Her fingers played with the hem of her shirt.

“Oh okay,” he said. “I’m thinking tomorrow we can workout and breakfast at my place?” The two tried to stay out of the public eye as much as possible. They had only been dating for four months and they didn’t want too much publicity too early.

“Um,” Lana had to think of an excuse quick. “I can’t.” She mumbled.

“Everything okay?” He asked her through the phone.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I actually need to go. I’ll talk to you soon, babe,” she rushed.

“Yeah, okay. Love you-” Lana ended the call before anything else. She mumbled a few curse words before getting up.

***

Three days. Lana had been avoiding Chris for three days. It was hard to say the least. She was constantly stressed with work and tried not talking to him as much. She hadn’t eaten much, but still forced herself to workout. She didn’t know why she was pushing away so hard. She felt bad because Chris didn’t even know, but she couldn’t help it.

She sighed deeply, sitting on the white backdrop in a bikini. The stylists were touching up her makeup and hair. The photographers started snapping photos of her. There were three fans blowing onto her, causing her black hair to blow back beautifully. She stayed focused on her work.

Well, that was until her assistant started pointing at her phone that was ringing off the hook. She looked at the photographer, seeing if she could go. “I got all I need. Thank you, Lana. It was nice working with you,” he smiled kindly. Lana immediately walked to her phone, seeing that it was Chris. She answered it, putting it up to her ear.

“Hello?” She answered, beginning her walk to the dressing room to get changed.

“Hey, can I pick you up for lunch?” Chris sounded eager and excited. She could already feel her heart quicken, turning into the room.

“Uh, I was planning on skipping. I have work to get done-”

“And you had work to get done yesterday and the day before,” he cut her off. She could tell he was frustrated and confused.

“I am so hungry. Yes, let’s meet for lunch,” The moment the words came out of her mouth, she regretted it. The last thing she wanted to do was see him, but she didn’t want to make him upset. Lana was just overall confused.

“Great. Just, uh, meet me at my place. Okay?” He wanted to make sure she would come.

“Yeah,” she spoke quietly before hanging up. She’s set her phone down, looking at herself in the mirror. “Shit.” She started getting changed out of the swimsuit and into some leggings and a sweater.

***

The car ride to Chris’ house seemed to short. She wish she had driven slower or taken a longer way by the time she pulled into his drive way. She let herself out of the car before slowly walking up to his door. She took a deep breath, trying to control her racing mind and racing heart. She knocked on the door. Her body shook out of both fear and hunger. Every terrible image popped into her head. What if Elizabeth opened the door? What if all the articles were true? Maybe he was just playing her.

Chris opened the door, smiling at his girlfriend. “Hi,” she spoke quietly. He embraced her, feeling happy to finally hold her again.

Lana tried to make her actions as normal as possible, but she felt off. Everything felt off. “Come on. I made your favorite,” Lana walked inside. She had been in his home plenty of times, even before they were dating. She had always felt so comfortable there. There were two plates with chicken salads set on the dining table.

The two sat down. Chris happily ate his food while Lana picked at her food, moving it around as if it were something she hated. “What have you been doing?” Chris asked her. He took a mental note of her lack of eating.

“Just work,” she mumbled. “I had a swimsuit shoot with Calvin Klein so.” She kept her eyes down, away from his. “What about you?”

“Work,” he responded. “Elizabeth and I had a bunch of interviews together and stuff.” It was at that moment that Lana made eye contact with him. All she could think about were the stupid articles. She lost any sort of appetite that was left and she felt so weak, both emotionally and physically. She cleared her throat, finally looking away.

“Cool,” her voice cracked. She didn’t want to cry, especially not in front of him.

“Is everything okay?” Chris finally asked.

“I think I should go,” she whispered. A single year slid down her cheek. She got up quickly, trying to let herself out.

“Lana, hey!” Chris followed immediately. When Lana was right in front of the door, she couldn’t find herself to leave. Was she over reacting? Maybe the trauma of James is just clouding her mind more than they should. She felt the tears involuntarily stream down her face. She collapsed her cheeks into her hands, holding back a sob. “Lana, come here.” Chris wrapped an arm around her shoulder, making her face him. He hugged her, letting her cry all the tears she needed. He didn’t know what was wrong or what he did, but he knew that he wanted to fix it.

Lana felt so weak and annoyed with herself that she didn’t just talk about it with him. She felt so dumb. “What’s wrong?” Chris whispered soothingly. Lana pulled back, wiping her tears.

“I feel so dumb for crying about this and listening to the stupid articles,” she felt more tears stream down her cheeks. Just the thought of the tabloids made her feel overwhelmed.

“What?” She could tell Chris was more than confused.

“All of the fucking headlines and tabloids say is how everyone thinks you and Elizabeth are dating and how great of a couple you guys would be-”

“Okay, okay,” he whispered, trying to sooth her. His fingertips grazed her arms, sending goosebumps across them. Lana stared down at her shoes, sniffling here and there. “Look at me.” His hand lifted her chin, forcing her ready eyes to stare into his. “You are all I want and all I ever will want. You mean the absolute world to me and if I were to fuck that up, I would never forgive myself. Elizabeth is just a close friend and if you want me to stop talking to her as much or if you want to meet her, I will make that happen, okay? I want you to feel confidant and trust me.”

“I’m sorry,” Lana whispered.

“Don’t be sorry,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just wish you told me before.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now come on, I wanna get some food in you and watch disney movies.” Lana giggled, following him to the kitchen.