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[buckets-and-trees]

As one of the Christmas presents, your Alpha promises to fulfill one of your fantasies, or introduce you to a kink you secretly wanted to try. What is it and how he's going about it? Does he surprise you with it? Or did you plan to make a special night of it?

Okay, not an alpha, but...

well...

I couldn't get this idea out of my head...

Fandom: Chris Evans Characters Title: Make Her Glow Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader Word Count: 986

Content Warnings: bondage, established coerced marriage, breeding kink

Logistical Notes: I think technically this is ... going to be a collection now. Sequel to I'm Your Man and a moment from their honeymoon. I just can't resist this Andy (and neither can you, dear reader).

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The domestic elements were incredibly important to Andy. He knew they were vital to building a happy, long-lasting relationship between husband and wife, and he wanted nothing less than that for both of you. Putting up the Christmas tree had been something he’d insisted on doing together, just the two of you, the day after Thanksgiving.

He’d driven the pair of you to the nicest tree lot, walked around holding your hand until he knew the two of you had found a tree you truly liked, then paid to have it delivered to your home after lunch. He had you direct the delivery men to put it exactly where you wanted it. He had helped you string it with lights, then decorate with garland and ornaments. You were still guarded – he had broken down many, but not all, of your walls, but it had been a good day.

But by far the most valuable thing from putting up the tree together had been the lights. He saw sheer, unadulterated delight shine through your eyes the first time they lit up. It was the passion he’d seen on your face so frequently during the first weeks he knew you – it’s what made him know he had to have you, and he loved seeing it again.

Each night, you had very easily let him hold you on the couch, all the other lights off, and sit together in the glow from the white lights of the tree. He had pulled so much more out of you each of those nights – memories, wants, dreams, worries.

He always knew you would work.

He knew you knew the two of your would work.

The soft glow of those lights had made you impossibly softer and warmer to him, and he fucking loved it.

But he hadn’t exploited that knowledge until tonight.

Having finally sent all the house guests home, you were turning off all the lights, and about to collapse onto the couch, but he intercepted you a step away from your destination, and tugged you gently upstairs. You knew not to fight him.

He knows you don’t want to fight him; you’re only holding onto small pieces of resisting him because he’s slowly been disarming every last piece of you, making you more and more vulnerable to becoming completely swept away by him.

He closes the bedroom door and then leads you to the bed. He slowly unzips your simple but beautiful party dress from behind, and you shrug it down your shoulders. He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, and you can’t suppress a shiver. Then he unclasps your bra, and you let that fall to the floor, too. He slides a finger into the waistband of your lacey underwear on either side of your hips and pulls them gently down. You step out of them without direction.

He spanks you, just once, but it elicits the short, gasping moan he loves to draw from you.

“Up on the bed now,” he instructs.

“Yes, Andy,” your voice is soft, and you crawl up obediently.

“On your back in the middle of the mattress.”

As you move into place, you watch him, and he reaches for a box he left under the bed a few hours earlier.

Andy places the box on the bedside table, and first pulls out a thick, forest green satin ribbon.

He climbs up on the bed next to you. “Hold up your hands, wrists together for me.”

Despite everything else up to this point, he’s never physically bound you before.

Although he can see the evidence of your breathing speed up with the rise and fall of your chest, he’s incredibly pleased that you do exactly as he says, surrendering without a fuss. He wraps the ribbon around your wrists and forearms, then strokes your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”

He moves back to the box, pulls out one end of the string, plugs it into the socket, and you gasp as a full string of white lights comes to life. Andy smiles and turns off the rest of the lights in the room.

Ten minutes later when he’s wrapped the lights around your arms – right over where the ribbons were first placed because he did want to protect your precious skin from being uncomfortable – and then bound you up to the headboard, where he strung the rest of the lights back and forth between the bedposts, and emerges naked from the large master closet, he fully appreciates the warm glow of the lights just as you have the lights from the tree. He more than gets it now.

Joining you once more on the bed, he runs his hands up your thighs, then guides them open and kneels between them.

“You’re so pretty like this, wife.”

You’re wet for him. Waiting for him.

“You want one more Christmas gift?” he asks, his eyes moving up your body to meet your eyes.

You let out a small, whimpered, “Yes,” and he smiles again. “Please,” you add.

“And I think it’s time we start really working on one more gift for me,” he says. He moves one hand to your hip and places the other solidly over your womb. “I’m done waiting to see you growing with my child, and it’s too perfect that you’re ovulating.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens just a little.

He smirks. “You think I really wouldn’t know something like that? Well, if you’re going to act dumb, I’ll just oblige and fuck you dumb. But, goddamn, you should know how perfect and beautiful you look for me just like this. Glowing under these lights? Perfection."

He leans down to kiss you. His lips move against yours, easily, he licks into your mouth, and you moan. He doesn't relent until you're breathless, and arching up beneath him.

"Now let’s make it so you glow for another reason.”

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Let You Down

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari wants to be closer to you on a peaceful morning.

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Implied DUBCON, implied smut, implied anal, possessive behavior, soulmates, telepathic link, soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: For @thebasementspouses ! The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge #6! Character: Ari Levinson. Length: 250-500 words. Prompt: "I'm gonna be your first and last." ❤️ Set in my soulmate!Ari world with Wear Me Down and Down Again. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The light from the gentle dawn beckoned you to wake up, your eyes squinting against the shades of yellow and orange that filled the room. The hues were like a flower in bloom, emphasizing that each day was a new beginning. You took a deep breath as you shed the sleep from your mind and let the morning joy wash over you. 

For a moment, you were at peace. 

But peace cannot be kept by force.

A shiver rolled down your spine when Ari’s lips brushed your shoulder, his body eclipsing yours and reminding you that you weren't alone as his beard tickled your skin. Waking up beside him was like moving from one dream to another since he made sure to occupy your mind. As your brain fog gave way to clarity, it was impossible to ignore the way he pressed himself against your ass. 

Hard, throbbing, and ready for you. 

“Morning,” he said in a relaxed tone, his hand on your waist dipping low.

If a touch could burn, he would've scorched you from head to toe and allowed you to heal before he did it all over again. 

“Morning,” you whispered, placing your hand over his to stop him before he reached between your legs. “I just woke up.”

His chest was no longer against your back as he pulled his hand away and you didn't want to admit that you missed the warmth of him. As if he sensed your thoughts, which he likely did, he brought his hand to your backside instead. “Ari,” you whispered, your eyes snapping open when a thick finger slid possessively between your cheeks.

He chuckled in your mind, a low and throaty noise as you shut your eyes. “You know, there are many benefits to starting off the day with sex,” he spoke, waves crashing in your mind like a stormy sea as his voice intimately brushed the deepest parts of you. “It can boost your immune system. Combat stress before you start your day.”

No.

“It can bring us closer together, which is what we both need,” he continued as if you didn't speak his name. As if you didn't have a say in the matter. “And, truthfully, I've been dying to feel this hole around my cock.”

You didn't dare look over your shoulder, your heart hammering in your chest as you tried to think of something else. Anything else. “I haven't…” you trailed off with a defeated sigh because you didn't have to finish your statement. 

He already knew that no one else had ever been in your ass. It surprised you that he took that long to act on it. At least he wouldn't hurt you when he took you. 

He was a kind soulmate in that regard. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. It did nothing to relieve the tension in your muscles. “I’m gonna be your first and last.”

And with that, your peace became Ari’s victory.

Oh, Ari. I'm yours. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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You Deserve It

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader

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A Marvelous Surprise

I’d always thought that my life was pretty perfect. I had everything I could ever want: a supportive family, great friends, and a boyfriend who was not only incredibly talented but also genuinely kind. My boyfriend was none other than Oscar Piastri, the Formula 1 driver who had taken the world by storm. But, as I found out one sunny afternoon at the racetrack, sometimes even the perfect life has a few extraordinary surprises.

The day started like any other Grand Prix day. I was in the pit lane, surrounded by the clamor of engines and the frenetic energy of the race day preparations. Oscar had been busy with the team, and I was making my way through the paddock, trying to stay out of the way but still soaking in every moment of the high-octane atmosphere.

I had my usual race day ritual—cheering for Oscar from the best spot I could find and, if I had a moment, catching up on social media. My love for Marvel was well-known among my friends, and they had teased me about it endlessly. Every interview I did where I gushed about my favorite characters—Bucky Barnes, played by Sebastian Stan, and my all-time favorite actor, James McAvoy—was met with knowing smiles and playful jabs.

Oscar had heard it all, of course. He was always so patient with my endless Marvel monologues. I had even been lucky enough to attend a few fan events, where my excitement for superheroes could be fully unleashed. But nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen.

The race was in full swing, and Oscar was driving brilliantly. I was on the edge of my seat, my eyes locked on the track, when my phone buzzed with a new message. I glanced down to see a text from Oscar: “Meet me at the hospitality suite after the race. I have a surprise for you.”

My heart raced—not from the thrill of the race, but from the anticipation of Oscar’s surprise. The remainder of the race felt like it dragged on forever. When Oscar finally crossed the finish line, victorious as always, I couldn’t wait to see him.

After the post-race celebrations, I headed to the hospitality suite. The area was relatively quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the pit lane. I entered the suite, expecting to find Oscar waiting with a small token of his appreciation or perhaps just a sweet gesture to celebrate his win.

What I saw instead took my breath away.

The suite was filled with the unmistakable aura of Marvel’s finest. There, standing among the elegant furniture and decorations, were some of my absolute favorites—Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Elizabeth Olsen, Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downey Jr., James McAvoy, Evan Peters, and Anthony Mackie. They were chatting amongst themselves, their faces lit with amusement as they turned to see me enter.

My jaw dropped. My eyes darted between them, not quite believing what I was seeing. I stumbled into the room, feeling like I was walking through a dream.

Oscar stepped up beside me, his grin as wide as ever. “Surprise, YN!” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection. “I know how much you love Marvel and James McAvoy, so I thought I’d arrange a little meet-and-greet.”

I couldn’t form words. I just stared, blinking rapidly. Chris Evans noticed and chuckled. “I think we broke her,” he said, leaning toward the others.

Elizabeth Olsen came over, her smile warm and genuine. “Hi, YN! I’m Elizabeth. We’ve all heard so much about your love for Bucky Barnes. It’s great to finally meet you!”

Sebastian Stan, ever the charming Bucky, approached with a wink. “Hey there. I see you’re a fan of my alter ego. I have to say, it’s always amazing to meet someone who appreciates Bucky like you do.”

James McAvoy was next. My heart skipped a beat as he extended his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, YN. I’ve heard you’re quite the fan. Your enthusiasm is contagious.”

I shook his hand, barely able to contain my excitement. “James, I can’t believe it’s really you. You’ve been my favorite actor for as long as I can remember.”

Evan Peters and Anthony Mackie joined in, their smiles infectious. “So, YN, what’s it like having Oscar Piastri as your boyfriend?” Evan asked playfully. “Is he as impressive off the track as he is on it?”

I laughed, still trying to get my head around everything. “Oh, absolutely. He’s amazing.”

Scarlett Johansson then stepped forward, her presence commanding. “YN, I’ve heard so much about your passion for the Marvel universe. It’s wonderful to see such enthusiasm.”

We spent the next few hours in a whirlwind of conversation, photo ops, and laughter. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Oscar watched with a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the joy his surprise had brought me.

I chatted with each of them about their roles, my favorite scenes, and even got some behind-the-scenes stories. Chris Evans regaled me with tales from the set of the Captain America films, while Robert Downey Jr. shared funny anecdotes about his time as Iron Man.

When it was time to say goodbye, I was reluctant to leave. I hugged each of them, my heart full of gratitude and happiness. “Thank you all so much. This has been a dream come true.”

As I walked out with Oscar by my side, I felt like I was walking on air. “You really outdid yourself this time,” I said, leaning into him.

Oscar kissed my forehead. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You deserve every bit of happiness.”

The ride back to our hotel was quiet, filled with comfortable silence and shared smiles. I knew I’d be reliving every moment of the day in my mind for a long time. The memories would be a cherished part of my life, thanks to Oscar and his incredible surprise.

As I finally settled into bed, I found myself replaying the day’s events. It felt like I was living in a Marvel movie, where everything came together perfectly in the end. I had my superhero dreams come true, and it was all thanks to the love of my life who knew me better than anyone else.

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Delated Scene | Anthony Mackie

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Anthony Mackie x Actress!Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You and Anthony have to film another scene for CA:TWS the two of you really dont want to play. But Anthony makes sure you're fine after the scene and he has a beautiful surprise for you.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2.674

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) mention of cheating, fluff

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you to my best friend @imtryingbuck for giving the idea. I probably wouldn't have written for him without that idea. So thank you so much for giving me the idea. And thank you for profreading it for me. I love youuuuu. ❤️❤️

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 31 | Theme: Sam Wilson | Partners, Soundtrack/Music, Wings, Missing scene | @catws-anniversary

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The wind is blowing around the trailers you all live in right now. The sun is already warming the air while you lay next to your boyfriend, who has his arm wrapped around your waist. Anthony presses his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply before he sighs. He pulls you even closer and kisses your neck softly, causing you to groan softly.

"Morning, sweetie," he mumbles against your neck, and you shiver slightly.

You grasp the blanket and pull it over your head. Hiding yourself underneath the soft and warm fabric while you try to get back to sleep. Anthony laughs, his hand sliding to your side, and you immediately sit straight in bed. The blanket on top of you, while you look at him with a playful, angry expression.

"Don't you dare tickle me, Anthony Dwane Mackie," you say, pointing at him.

His eyes widen softly when you say his whole name, then he sits up as well and grabs your waist, pulling you into his lap. He leans closer and kisses you softly, his lips so perfectly fitting against yours. The warmth of his plumb lips makes you melt in his arms, and you sigh into the kiss.

"Do we have to play that scene? I really don't like it. Thats so out of character," you mumble against his lips, resting your forehead against his.

"Don't want it either, but they think this scene is perfect to include, babe."

You sigh softly. This scene you have to play today is really something you would tell them to piss off with. Anthony and you are a couple in the newest movie, Captain America: The Winter Soldier. And when Steve Rogers, played by Chris Evans, and Natasha Romanoff, played by Scarlett Johanson, escape Hydra after fighting the Winter Soldier on the bridge, they go to Sam, who gladly helps them. This is actually not bad, but then when Sam and Natasha have a minute for themselves, they are going to kiss, but you're actually the one who is together with him, not only in real life but in the movie.

Actually, it's fun to play your role, especially because you and Anthony always make jokes with Sebastian, who plays Bucky, the Winter Soldier, and is the most fearsome assassin. But behind the scenes, there is a tall, muscular man between a few women who make his hair and do the makeup, and the most powerful weapon of Hydra just looks like a sweet puppy. Which is pretty funny and causes a lot of moments where you all burst out laughing. Even though those things are pretty funny, the scene that is completely out of character causes you to feel bad, maybe because of your past or maybe just because you don't like cheating. Anthony and you have talked about that scene, and he was all sweet with you and made sure that he only loves you. It's just a scene for a movie, but you still feel bad filming that.

"Let's get through that scene, and then we spend the rest of the night doing whatever we want. We could go out or just enjoy a movie night," he says, kissing you once again, and you nod softly.

Then you get off of him and out of bed, looking for your outfit of the day. Anthony looks at you, smirking, when he sees you stealing his shirt instead of taking the shirt you're supposed to wear for that scene.

"Sweetie, I don't think that's the right shirt," he says, getting out of bed as well.

"When they want me for that scene, they can at least let me wear whatever I want. COMPLETE OUT OF CHARACTER. Maybe I will take the shirt off at the end of the scene and throw it at them," you say with a smirk.

You're standing next to the guys who belong to the crew, looking at the display that shows you what they're filming right now. You swallow harshly, trying to calm yourself down, when you see Steve, Natasha, and Sam walking into the house. Steve and Natasha just got improsioned by Hydra agents after they fought Bucky on the bridge. With Sharon's help, they escaped from the agents. Steve is still slightly confused about seeing his childhood best friend, now better known as the Winter Solider, working for Hydra - the company they fought against together in the 40's. And now they went to Sam's and yours house, asking him to stay there for a while, and Sam also offered them to clean themselves and get some food.

When Steve goes into the bathroom, Natasha and Sam are alone in the kitchen. He turns toward her, and they are suddenly so close that they both feel each other's breath on their lips. And then they lean closer. Sam captures Natasha's lips, smirking into the kiss.

You feel like you need to throw up, but it's just the scene. You know Anthony would never do this otherwise, right? You inhale deeply before you pick up the bags next to you and walk through the door. When you open the door and walk through it, the camera is pointed at you. You gasp, seeing your boyfriend kiss Natasha, then you let the bag fall on the floor, and the other two jump a few inches away from each other.

"Sweetheart?" Sam asks and looks with wide eyes at you.

You don't say anything; just turn around and walk out of the house. Tears are bruning in your eyes, slowly falling down your cheeks, while Sam shouts after you, following you out of the house.

"Sam, just piss off," you say, not even facing him.

"It's not how it looked."

"No? It looked like you were kissing another woman. A woman who isn't your girlfriend. Wait, sorry- ex-girlfriend," you say.

Sam sighs, trying to reach for your arm, but you take another step back, shaking your head softly. He knows that you don't want him to touch you, but he just can't stop himself from trying to get closer to you. Even when you know it's just for the movie, you suddenly feel really bad, and Anthony looks like he understands. His heart is breaking when he understands that that scene isn't just a play for you anymore; for you, it's way more like a movie scene right now. Happily, the scene is over when you walk away from him without saying another word, just smiling sadly at him and tuning away.

Anthony and the other two continue with the scene while you excuse yourself and make your way to your and Anthony's trailer. You didn't know the scene would throw you on the ground like that, but when you saw Anthony kissing Scarlett, even though it was just for the movie and only their characters kissing each other, but it reminded you of your ex-boyfriend. He cheated on you, kissing someone in the bar you wanted to meet. He tried to play it cool. Your ex-boyfriend told you that the girl was really drunk, and she was thinking it was her boyfriend. He apologized, and you accepted it. But he cheated on you once again, and this time he really felt for the girl; he slept with her and told you about it. Saying it's your fault because you didn't let him fuck you the way he wanted and that he needed to cheat on you to continue the relationship with you is the only option for him to still be in love with you.

After the scene, Anthony makes his way immediately towards your shared trailer, scared that you left because he knows the things your ex-boyfriend did, and the way you were looking at him, it wasn't the pain you can play; it was the pain that was written deep into your eyes. And his heart still aches when he thinks about it; he just wants to pull you tight against him, hold you in his muscular arms, and tell you that he loves you. Anthony knocks at the door of the trailer, opening the door when he hears your soft voice.

"Hi, sweetie," he says, entering the trailer and looking around to find you sitting wrapped in a blanket on the bed. 

"Please do- I- Sorry. Anthony, I-I think I forgot something on set."

He looks confused at you, recognizing your red eyes and the trails of tears on your cheeks. You get up from the bed, walking toward him. When you want to pass him, he grasps your arm and pulls you closer. There is still a bit of space between the two of you.

"Can we please talk?"

You shake your head, your eyes focused on the ground. You're ashamed for thinking he could have cheated on you, but they looked so happy together that you can't get it out of your mind. It was all for the scene, but it stuck in your mind that you feel like he could be happier with someone else, like your ex-boyfriend, who told you he was happy to finally have a girl who lets him do whatever and whenever he wants to her. He told you how good she is in bed - so much better than you could ever be - even though it was just because he wanted to hurt you that you believed him. When you met Anthony during another movie and the two of you came closer, you finally found yourself - the person you wanted to be, the one your ex-boyfriend pushed down. That person is there now because Anthony always encourages you to be the way you are because he loves you like that. But maybe he is tired of you now?

"Sweetie," Anthony says, letting go of you and looking at you while you run out of the trailer.

He knows the crew messed up, but the two of you need to fix that. While you run away, he lets himself fall down on the bed to think about a way to make it better. You're walking over the whole place, avoiding anyone who would pass you and talk to you. So you're walking around the trailers until you reach the little lake that is behind all the trailers. You just sit down there, looking at the water, while you listen to quiet music.

Your thoughts run wild; should you just go back to the trailer and talk to Anthony? He probably hates you because you just ran away. After a while, you look on your phone and see that Anthony sent you a message. With shaking hands, you unlock your phone and tap on his chat to read what he wrote.

'Sweetie, I know you don't want to talk. But could you please come to set four? You don't have to say anything; I just wanna show you something. So please come over there. Love you, sweetie.'

You feel relief rushing through your body when you read that he still loves you. You answer with a short 'Yes. Love you too.' before you get up from where you're sitting. Then you make your way to set three. You don't know what you're going to do there because it's actually the set where they film the scene where Sam and Bucky are fighting and Sam gets pushed down after Bucky rips off his wings. But you don't ask yourself more about it; when you already see the light shining there, you smile softly. When you hear Anthony shouting something and Seb and Chris laughing, it is echoing through the trailers.

When you walk through the entrance of the set, Anthony immediately looks at you and smiles warmly, holding his hand out for you to take your hand into his bigger one, and you do. You let him lead you a while further to the place where something is placed on the ground, and you furrow when you notice that his wings - Sam wings - are placed there.

"Wind beneath my wings," Anthony sings.

That's your song, Anthony's, and yours. And he often sings it to make you laugh, as he is doing this time. You shake your head, laughing, and mouth a 'silly' in his direction. He smirks at you, takes the wings, and puts them on his back like a bag, then nods in the direction where Sebastian and Chris are standing. Anthony wraps his arms tight around your waist, pulling you as close as possible, while the two of you suddenly get lifted from the ground. You place your hands around his neck, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Then you move from one side to the other while he continues singing the song, smirking when you can't stop yourself from singing with him.

When the two of you finish the song and admire the view you had, you slowly move closer to the ground again. Seb and Chris are smirking at the two of you, and you smile back at them before you look once again at your boyfriend.

"So you're not gonna break up with me?"

"Sweetie, no! I never even thought once about that. I love you and want to show you, I-" he says,letting go of you and putting down the wings before he looks at you and smirks.

Anthony takes your hand into his, gets down on his knees, and looks for something in his pocket. Your mouth drops open, and this time you feel tears of joy rolling down your cheeks.

"I love you, and I'm sorry that we filmed that scene. When I saw that pain in your eyes, just because of a film kiss, I remembered the things you told me about your ex-boyfriend. When we first met, you know the day on set where we crashed into each other and you excused yourself for it? The times we were sitting next to each other, you cried, complained, and told me all about your ex-boyfriend. There, I knew you deserve someone better, someone who treats you the way you deserve. There, I fell so hard for you that Seb and Chris always made jokes about how much in love I am. When you smile- the sun is nothing compared to the way your smile lights up the darkest nights. I can get lost in your eyes whenever I look into them; they are as beautiful as you. And I can't get enough of you. I love you so much, and no one can change that, especially not a film kiss. You're everything to me, and I wanna be with you forever. So-" he breathes deeply, smirking at you. "Do you wanna marry me, sweetie?"

"I- Yes, I wanna marry you," you say, smiling at him.

Anthony puts the ring on your finger, gets up, and captures your cheeks with his warm hands. He smiles at you before he leans closer and captures your lips for a soft but passionate kiss. You hear Sebastian and Chris cheering next to the two of you. And when you pull slowly away, your foreheads are resting against one another. Anthony looks at you with such a soft expression in his eyes that you immediately fall for him once again. All the fears and thoughts about your past fade away, and there are just the two of you and your amazing future together. Anthony kisses you once again before you turn toward the other men. They really thought about everything because behind them is a table for the four of you filled with your favorite food. One of the things you really love in your relationship with Anthony and your friendships with Seb and Chris are the double dates the four of you have together. Anthony told you later that they are not gonna use the scene because they understand that it was way too much out of character, and since they love yours and Anthony's relationship as much as Sam and yours in the movie, they deleted the scene from the film.

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Male Reader x MCU Cast

Request - Can you write short story for black Male Reader being a actor apart of the MCU and his from Australia but some people don't know because he hides his accent and during a talk show on Jimmy Fallon it's revealed that Reader has the record for most swear words in movie history with like over 400

You are cast in the movie Avengers, playing as Charles Chandler aka 3-D Man. But you had to change your accent to American, it was easy for you to do. You get along with the cast, and on time off they invite you to dinner parties or just hang out with them. You are on a talk show with the cast and Jimmy Fallon is the host.

“Y/N, you are actually from Australia? My wife told me but I told her that you are not from Australia” Jimmy said.

“Wait, you are actually from Australia but you have an American accent,” Robert said.

“I can change accents, from American, British, and Japanese. But yes, I’m actually from Australia. The character I play is American and they told me to change my accent” You said.

“Wow. I’m surprised you didn't tell us or change back to your original accent” Chris Evans said.

“How does it feel they didn't know, Y/N?” Jimmy asked.

“I didn't give them hints or say I’m actually from Australia just like Chris,” You said.

“Wow, Y/N I feel betrayed that you didn't me at all. You are not my Aussie brother” Chris Hemsworth dramatically said to you.

You and everyone started to laugh.

“This something else, they don't know. Y/N, you have made it in the book of Guinness Book of Records. You have sworn over four hundred words in all the movies you have been in. And that is passing Samuel L Jackson. How does it feel?” Jimmy asked.

You are in the front row in the middle and everyone pats your shoulders. They are happy for you and they are surprised at the same time. Now, you started to talk in your Australian accent.

“Wow, I didn't know I made it into the book. This is so cool” You smiled.

“We are so happy for you, Y/N. Wow, now you talk in your Aussie accent” Elizabeth smiled.

“I can't believe you have said bad words over two hundred times,” Chris Evans said.

“I didn't keep count, i just repeated what was in front of me” You giggled.

“We would have shown a small clip but all we would hear is the bleep sound,” Jimmy said.

Throughout the interview, you continued to talk in your Australian accent. After the show, you go out to eat with them. You took a selfie with them and you posted it on your Instagram account.

✫ ✯ ✯ ✯

You are still filming, your last scenes for the movie Avengers. You just found out online that you will be in a movie with Ryan Reynolds and Samuel L Jackson.

“What are you watching?” Chris Hemsworth asked.

“Ryan posted a video of me and Samuel. Watch this video, is funny. And I got the role for a new movie” You said.

“Congratulations, mate,” Chris H said.

You and Chris started to laugh at the video.

Ryan posted a video and you shared it on your social media platforms. He wrote a caption; I wonder who would say the most bad words in the movie, Y/N or Samuel?? He also posted a clip of you and Samuel cursing in every scene of every movie. Many people started to comment and a lot liked the video. You couldn't help to keep laughing at what Ryan did, you and Chris kept watching the video.

[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Chris Evans Masterlist

Here you will find all of my Chris Evans works, arranged by character and type of work.

Series

Don’t Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing) - Lloyd is a minor character.

Challenges

Pretty As A Picture - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader - What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Requests

Power Play: After Hours - Explicit - Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader - What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

A Duke and His Duchess - Explicit - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader - The night takes a dark turn when you are harassed at the club, but Lloyd comes to your rescue.

Headcanons

Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

What happens when the reader starts dressing to match Lloyd?

Interesting quirk (an ask I submitted to stargazingfangirl18)

Events

Daddy Dearest | Lloyd Hansen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Oxytocin - Explicit - Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC - At a New Year’s Eve party, Ransom Drysdale’s life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

One-Shots

Don’t Take Your Eyes Off It - Explicit - Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader - It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Requests

No Good Deeds - Explicit - Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader - Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Events

Do It For Daddy | Jake Jensen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut (Sweet Treats Events 2024)

One-Shots

Sweet Redemption - Explicit - Dennis Baker x Female!Reader - You move into the neighborhood and meet Dennis Baker, a man in the middle of a divorce. Trying to keep yourself honest, you keep him at a distance. But you’re drawn together after a mishap online. Will it end sweetly or on a sour note?

Headcanons

“Don’t run from me” Dennis x Wifey (facesitting)

Brunch with the family (slice of life)

Late night on the beach with Wifey

Ass worship

Nicknames and height

Panty sniffing?

Running into the ex-wife in the grocery store

Dennis comforting Wifey after a long, stressful day

how Dennis finds out that Wifey is pregnant

Dennis' zodiac sign

Does Dennis' wife like to be spanked during sex?

Is Dennis a horndog?

What are Dennis and Wifey's love languages?

Drabbles

Dennis tells you about his and his ex-wife's fight on the day you met

Dennis comforts Wifey after her day doesn't go as planned (slice of life)

Dennis being the most capable father and husband (slice of life)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Dennis Baker (DENNIS)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

[callalillywrites]

Callalilly's Main Masterlist

About Me:

Callalilly (Calla or Callie is fine, too).

Over 35, Mama of 2 (plus fur baby).

Writer of Fanfic and occasionally original works

Current Fandoms and Favorites

Marvel/MCU

Criminal Minds

CSI and CSI: Miami

Chris Evans' characters

Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick

I'm also working my way through Sebastian Stan and Henry Cavill movies/shows. So, they'll most likely be added as they inspire me as well as others I come across.

Blog Rules

While I don't necessarily write smut or particularly dark elements, I do read and reblog those types of stories. So, please be 18+ when interacting with my blog. I really don't want to play Mama, but I will if necessary.

None of my works should be copied, translated, or reposted on other sites. I'm not going to give such permission for any of these activities.

I also don't want my works fed into an AI machine, especially ongoing series. If I can wait years for other writers to finish their works, you can, too.

I do have an AO3 account, and I will be posting my works over there. They'll be available roughly a week after they're posted here if you'd like to read them there instead.

I'm agnostic, so I would prefer not seeing comments like "Jesus loves you" or the like on my works/posts. They make me uncomfortable, and I never know how to take them as anything but as though I've done something wrong. So, please don't.

Have questions? Please just ask me. My inbox and messages are open. Just don't be rude or demand updates, please. I'm doing my best, especially after dealing with some heavy burnout the past couple of years. Other than that, please ask away. I love to talk about my stories and characters.

It Takes All Packs to Make It Work (A/B/O AU)

Part 1

Alpha!Jake Jensen x Beta!Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Part 2

Alpha!Frank Adler x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Curtis Everett x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Ari Levinison x Omega!Reader

Part 3

Alpha!Colin Shea x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Sam Wilson x Omega!Reader

Alpha!Dennis Baker x Omega!Reader

Cool Rider Barber Shop & Hair Salon (Grease/Grease 2 Themed AU)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Steve Rogers x Reader

Dennis Baker x Reader'

Jake Jensen x Reader

To Repay a Debt (Enemies to Lovers AU) - Eventual Soft!Ransom Drysdale/Personal Assistant!Reader

Bucky's Best Friend (Modern AU/No Powers AU) - Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Month Events

Sicktember 2024

Flufftober 2024 - Will post Masterlist on 10/1/24

Cozytober 2024

Fluffcember 2024 - Will post Masterlist on 12/1/24

Challenge Responses

Surprising His Omega - Horny Hoes Hootenanny Challenge (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader)

Bucky's Best Man (Modern Day AU) - Pre-serum Steve/Reader

Best Grandpa Competition: Beast vs. Hades - Descendants 3 Beast, Belle, and Hades (Gen Fic - Grandparents babysitting)

Steve's Choice (You Didn't by Brett Young) - Steve Rogers/Reader

Childhood Best Friend (You Didn't by Brett Young) - Steve Rogers/Reader

His Dream Come True (Marry Me by Thomas Rhett) - Jake Jensen/Reader

Rodeo AU (multifandom)

Cinder-fella (pre-serum Steve Rogers Cinderella retelling)

Singles Cruise (MCU)

[levans44]

requests are currently open. feel free to use any of these prompts or ur own!

Apartment #3 pairing: steve rogers x undercover!reader warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Neighbors to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, heavy mutual pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff summary: as an undercover agent at SHIELD, her newest assignment involves moving in across the hall from her target. she's strictly ordered to keep her distance—no personal contact besides the absolutely necessary. the only issue? her new target neighbor turns out to be Captain America. excerpt: Jessica Grace Parker December 4th, 1989 569 Leaman Place Apt. #3, Brooklyn, NY 11201 Registered Nurse NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital It’s the undercover alias she’s been assigned as a member of SHIELD’s Special Operations unit. The mission objective was rather simple—monitor the target and report updates as necessary. She’s gone undercover more than a dozen times, so it’s not the details of the assignment or the temporary relocation she’s concerned about. It’s just that her target was well… more unusual than most. author's note: an idea that's been living in my head ever since steve asked sharon for that cup of coffee in their apartment hallway. as a SHIELD agent, the reader's real name has been [REDACTED] to preserve anonymity. masterlist

(cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar pairing: steve rogers x reader warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort summary: running a tiny bakery cafe offers little surprise to a creature of habit like her. …that is, until Captain America asks her for a coffee recommendation. aka the Steve Rogers coffee shop AU no one asked for word count: 8,862 (complete) masterlist

Damage Control pairing: steve rogers x SHIELD agent!reader warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff, mentions of violence, accidents, family member death summary: Working under SHIELD’s Damage Control division, she was used to handling shitty situations: wrecked buildings, stranded helicarriers, and alien hostages, to name a few. But a one-night stand with Captain America? Definitely not one of ‘em. word count: 49,821 (in progress) masterlist

Steve Rogers: One-shots

Strawberries & Cream pairing: steve rogers x reader warnings: 18+ SMUT, oral sex, deepthroat, light temperature and food play, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of fluff word count: 3,092 (one-shot) summary: steve finds you seeking late-night solace in a tub of strawberry ice cream. you decide you want to indulge yourself in more ways than one that night. excerpt: “Good, right?” She asks, trying to chase the stray thoughts away. But then again, she’s only human. Bright, curious eyes flit back down to his lips, zeroing in on the way his tongue licks the corner of his mouth, biceps flexing as he leans back on the couch with a satisfied smile. A deep chuckle that only fuels her fire as he nods, joyously clueless. “Yeah, it’s good.” “You want a spoon?” She mumbles into the pint, absent-mindedly carving out another scoop. And then, a quiet remark that makes the frozen tub of ice cream suddenly grow red hot in her palm: “No, I’d rather share that one with you.” author's note: inspired by what i think is the one good scene to come out of the fifty shades of grey trilogy, aka the ice cream scene in fifty shades freed. link

Other

Headcanons (*denotes smut)

Soft Spooky (Chris Evans Characters)

Steve+Andy+Frank+Ransom

Tipsy, Smutty (Chris Evans Characters)

Pt. 1: Steve+Frank*

Pt. 2: Ransom*

[sarahsmi13s]

Chasing Ghosts

whumptober day 23: begging / forced to watch

pairing: eddie diaz x reader (captain america!au)

characters: eddie diaz, y/n barnes, evan buckley, henrietta wilson (mentioned), chris diaz, christopher (oc from eddie's past)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, superhero au, death, falling, crying, fight scenes, flashbacks, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~2.3k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

i'm so so sorry for how late this is

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: ghosts haunt everyone, they follow you and they taunt you with things that could have been. they chase you through your own mind... but what will you find if you chase them back?

Eddie slipped his hand into his pockets as he walked through the museum, the Captain America exhibit having been added recently. 

He had just gotten into a heated discussion with Director Grant and needed to take a breather. So he went to the museum to see what his exhibit had to offer.

He looked around and walked past a display with a narrator and stopped to hear what it was saying. 

“Best friends since childhood, Y/N Barnes and Eddie Diaz were inseparable on school yard and battlefield. Barnes was the only Howling Commando to give her life in service of her country. She fought to be by Eddie’s side, not backing down because of her gender.”

Eddie sighed, the memories flooding back as he continued to walk through the exhibit. He made it to the movie room where Christopher, the very friend he named his only son after, had been interviewed after he had gone in the ice.

“Oh Y/N? Yeah, she was a complete fireball. Ambitious, strong, stubborn. Her and Eddie, they… they were a duo. Her death was… it was felt across the entire squadron. But Eddie took it the hardest… Y/N was his best friend. She had fought Eddie about going on the mission, claiming that he needed the best backup the Army could offer and that she was it.” Christopher sighed, “She fought alongside him from beginning to end. She was the best of us.”

Eddie cleared his throat, his emotions and memories getting the better of him.

He remembers the day he lost you, the image burned in his brain. Everything he should’ve done or said spinning like a broken record in his mind…

Eddie wanted to tell you that you were crazy, walking along the top of that moving train. That you were insane from the very beginning when you followed him into the war. But he knows you would have just laughed in his face.

He had watched you go toe to toe with his superior even after you had gotten taken when you snuck onto the front lines with Christopher. Eddie had found you on a lab table, strapped down and confused, but it didn’t surprise him when you attempted to fight alongside him as you escaped together.

You were his friend, his best friend. You had stuck by his side since day one.

Which is why you followed him into the fire without hesitation.

He wondered if you had regretted that in your final moments…

“Hey, Y/N… I know it’s been awhile..” Eddie said as he sat down in front of your headstone. 

He sighed, hanging his head between his knees as he rested his arms on them. The white marble in front of him was the only thing he had left of you, that and the copy of your dog tags he managed to find. The casket in the ground below him was empty because even after the war, your body was never recovered. So he had to take what he could get…

“I’ve never forgotten you… I don’t think it’s possible to forget you, not after everything we went through.” 

He sniffled a little and rubbed his nose. “Chris just turned three, he’s um he’s great. Such a strong kid, doesn’t let anything get in his way,” Eddie chuckled, his voice thick with emotion. “Sound familiar?” He wiped his face, “God.. I miss you so much.” 

Eddie sniffled, reaching into his shirt to pull your tags out and over his head. He sighed and threaded the chain around his fingers, his eyes closing as he brought the indented plate to his lips and held it there as memories played in the darkness behind his lids.

Eddie led the way into the cabin of the train. You were on his six, protecting his back as you both made note of the multitude of weapons that were being transported by Hydra.

The door at the end of the cabin was open and you were both making your way towards it.

Eddie led the way, crossing the threshold to the other car while you made sure you had no surprise guests show up.

Just as you go to cross the threshold yourself both doors slide shut.

Eddie watched the panic fill your eyes, as dread made his stomach drop, before you turned and started to fire your weapon.

“Shit…”

Behind him he heard a high pitched sound and he turned around to see a man wearing one of the weapons.

In a knee jerk reaction, Eddie fired his weapon before rolling out of the way when the other man shot at him.

He stayed behind his cover, peeking up to fire when he could.

Eddie needed to be strategic and careful. He could hear you in your firefight behind him and he needed to get to you to help.

He couldn’t afford to make a mistake.

Eddie waited to hear the high pitched recharging sound before making his move.

Once the ringing filled the cabin, Eddie ran out from behind his cover, using his shield for protection as he charged the man. Before he could take a swing, the man fired again. But he reacted fast and jumped up, grabbing a bar and tucking his feet in. 

After the man fired, Eddie gathered momentum and kicked the man square in the chest, knocking him to the ground. When the man tried to sit up, Eddie quickly struck him with his shield to knock him out.

He could still hear gunshots but he could tell that you had switched from your rifle to your handgun. He had to get to you fast, you didn’t have enough ammunition in your handgun to last much longer if your rifle was empty already.

There was no way to open the door from the inside, so he grabbed the Hydra weapon and fired it at the door – blasting it off its hinges.

Eddie sprinted over and looked in the window. He could see you crouched behind crates, dodging bullets as you tried to fire back.

His stomach felt like it was twenty pounds as he watched your gun lock because it was empty.

Quickly, he checked his own gun before opening the door. 

The movement and sound caught your attention and you looked at Eddie as he held his gun up before tossing it to you as you ditched your useless one.

Once it was secure and you were ready, Eddie charged forward with his shield up and pushed a weapon’s case towards the hiding enemy, putting him in your crosshairs and allowing you to actually shoot him this time.

You both took deep breaths as you walked towards each other.

“I had him on the ropes,” you said as you looked up at Eddie. He chuckled and looked down at you, relieved that you were alright, “I know you did.” You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, “Whatev-”

You were cut off by a high pitched noise and you watch Eddie’s face drop before he’s pushing you behind him. 

“Get down!”

You drop to the ground as the man fires and the energy is ricocheted off of Eddie's shield, blasting a hole in the side of the train.

The force had knocked Eddie back, leaving you exposed with the shield on the ground. 

When the high pitched noise hit your ears again, you picked up the shield and stood, firing your weapon back.

However, before you could hit him he shot at you and Eddie watched in horror as the force of the energy ball hit the vibranium and sent you flying out of the hole in the side of the train.

He rushed to his shield, picking it up by the strap and launching it at the enemy. 

Wasting no time after that, he ripped his helmet off and ran to the side of the train. “Y/N!”

You were hanging on to a handlebar, your grip coming and going as the train moved and jostled you.

Eddie knew that due to the damage that bar couldn’t hold your weight for very long. So he did the first thing that came to mind. He would come to you.

He stepped out onto the other railing, despite it probably not being able to hold his weight either. But he had to try.

He watched with anxiety as you made attempts to get closer to him, even as the bar groaned under the pressure. “Hang on!” He shouted, just wanting you to stop moving so he could get to you.

Eddie swiftly, but carefully, made his way to you, getting as close as he could before reaching his hand out. “Grab my hand!”

You looked at him, your eyes filled with fear but you trusted him to get you to safety. So, you reached for his hand.

But as you did, the metal groaned and creaked again before finally snapping.

“No!”

Eddie sobbed as he remembered your face as you plummeted into the ravine. You were terrified, falling hundreds of feet down to nothing but snow and rocks. 

And all he could do was watch.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” 

He knew he looked pathetic, sitting there in front of a headstone, sobbing and apologizing to a ghost. 

He looked just as pathetic now as he did when Christopher found him in that bar after he learned your body couldn’t be recovered. 

Eddie had sat there, throwing back whiskey for hours begging God to erase your horrified scream from his memory. He begged to forget the look on your face. He begged to just forget. Even if it was only for a little while. 

“Eddie?” 

Inhaling sharply, Eddie slipped your tags back over his head and wiped his face before standing and facing his friend.

“Is he safe?” 

Buck nodded, “Chris is safe. He’s with Howie and Maddie until this all blows over, he’s safe.” Eddie sniffled and nodded, putting his hands on his hips, “Good, that’s good.” 

“You up for this Eddie?” Buck asked, sensing his friend's nerves. But Eddie nodded immediately, “After SHIELD almost tried to kill us and now we’re bringing Hen into this. We need to finish this.” He straightened up and walked past Buck towards the car. 

“Let’s go catch a ghost.”

Eddie really should have expected this to happen. 

What else would happen when you kidnapped one of the Hydra moles with the most intel other than for Hydra to practically put a bounty on your head? 

Now the mole was dead and Eddie, Buck, and Hen were all fighting to survive against Hydra and their secret weapon.

Eddie had caught up with her when she was aiming towards where Buck had been hiding after she shot him in the shoulder. 

He flanked her right, running towards her, shield up and ready to hit her. She was faster and reared back to punch him, but he had his shield up and her metal fist collided with the vibranium. 

She pushed his shield aside and kicked him off the top of the car, immediately shooting at him before rolling off the car.

Eddie took that opportunity to roll out of the way, ducking behind the car as she fired at him.

When the gunshots stopped because she ran out of ammo, he jumped over the car and kicked the gun out of her hand. She spun with the force of the kick, rolling on the ground to put distance between them as she unholstered her handgun and fired at him from a kneeling position.

Eddie ran at her, keeping his shield up until the last second when he moved to bring it down on her. But with his midsection now exposed, she took the opportunity to tackle him, using his own momentum against him to knock him onto his back and knocking the shield off of his arm.

She rolled off of him, using her metal hand to slow down. She pulled her knife out but he was already up and charging at her by the time she was standing. So, she charged at him.

Once they were close enough, she slashed at his midsection and legs in order to shield her own.

But Eddie was a quick learner and he knew that because of the height and size difference she had to stick to his center mass when she was up close or else he would get the upper hand. All he had to do was force her to expose her weak points and to make a mistake.

And he did.

He deflected the shots at his stomach and chest, forcing her to aim for his face.

As he dodged and parried her hands, he saw an opening and swung for her face, hitting her on the cheek. He took the chance and spun to give her a firm kick to the chest, sending her flying back into the side of a van.

Eddie quickly got his shield and charged at her again, hoping to actually land a powerful enough hit. 

But she had shook off her disorientation and waited until he was close enough to roll out of the way. 

However, she was out of ammo, so distance fighting was not an option anymore. She had to get up close and personal. 

She unsheathed her other knife and charged Eddie as he turned around.  

He brought his shield up just in time to deflect her. She tossed the knife to her other hand and slashed lower, forcing Eddie to expose his face and giving her the chance to land a punch. 

Eddie spun with the momentum, switching his shield to his other arm and quickly deflecting the kick flying towards him. He dodged the right handed knife strike and stayed down for the metal handed swing.

Reacting quickly, he grabbed her left wrist and struck her bicep with his shield, denting the metal. He stayed there for a second before removing it and striking her in the face, discombobulating her. He spun, getting his back to hers before he grabbed her by the face and threw her over his shoulder.

She rolled into a standing position when she hit the ground, the mask that was covering her face falling to the pavement.

Eddie stayed crouched, ready incase she turned and charged at him again.

But when she did turn to face him, all of his defenses dropped and he stood up straight as he took deep breaths

“Y/N?”

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[holylulusworld]

Nrfth (8) - Leave it all behind

Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, we stan Tracey in this house, Tracey is the best friend ever, hurt & comfort (not Chris), unplanned pregnancy, language 

A/N: Please consider I changed the timeline (timespan between the movies) a little to match my story. We are now in 2013, two years after they met.

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 7

Three months later, …

“Babe, you need to eat something. Anything. Let me order food.” Tracey sits next to you on your couch. “I know, Y/N. I know it feels like your whole body is sore.”

“He didn’t just end things with me for some other girl, Trace.” You wipe your face. “He cut me out of his life.”

She glances at the muted TV, sighing deeply. “Y/N let’s get out of here for a while. We can just…” She drops her eyes to your middle, sighing once again. “Why did you never tell him?”

“Did you not see the news? I bet the bitch taking over the role in the Avengers movie is the one he chose over me. She didn’t do just a cameo. She has at least five scenes with the Avengers. And, they have the audacity to resurrect my character at the show.”

“What?” Tracey gapes at you like she got punched in the face. “But they let you die, Y/N.”

“Yep,” you pop the ‘p’. “They resurrect my character and surprise,” you chuckle humorlessly, “that bitch will take over my role at the show too.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I wish,” you choke on your tears once again. “I can’t take a job because of my circumstances while Chris parades his bitch around town, or rather he shows her off in every interview as his new sidekick. They gave her my role, Tracey! MY ROLE!”

“That’s so fucked up,” she grunts. “Breaking up with you was one thing but this is…like he’s not the same person. Maybe this is a serious case of body snatching.”

“Body snatching?” You laugh for the first time in weeks. “Really?”

“Like in the old movie,” she mutters. “Don’t you remember? We watched it when we were kids. You got scared and I had to hold your hand the whole night.”

“Invasion of the Body Snatchers, I remember,” you say with a smile. Tracey was always there for you. Even when she was scared too, she held your hand. “I wish they exchanged Chris, but this is all him. I don’t know how I could not see he’s like that.”

“Hmmm…I don’t understand him. Out of the blue, he breaks up with you and ruins your career.” Tracey knits her brows together. “This is too fishy. Maybe you should try to talk to him one last time. He owes you an explanation.”

“Men are pigs,” you scrunch up your nose. “Please make sure that I never fall for one of them ever again. From now on, I’m cured of men…”

You’re restless tonight. 

No wonder. Tomorrow you should’ve been on set again to film the new season of your show. Now someone else will play your role and you are stuck at your apartment.

“Babe, did you listen? That fandom guy messaged you again on Twitter. He wants to know why you left the show,” Tracey sighs as you look at her. “Why don’t you tell him what happened? Maybe if the fans of the show get to know about the shit Evans and the studio pulled they’ll cancel the show.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Trace.” You give her a sad smile. “He made his decision. The studio too. I got to move on. It sucks but there is nothing I can do about it.”

“That bitch stole your role in the movie and the show!” Tracey mutters. She throws her hands up as you turn around to stare out of the window. “Make them pay, Y/N.”

“No.”

“Let me at least scratch his car or use my baseball bat to remodel his face.”

“I thought he loves me too,” you sniff. “Love, such a stupid word for something breaking you down to nothing.”

“Y/N,” Tracey softly says. “Let’s go for a walk or eat ice cream. Just stop hiding at your apartment.”

“He didn’t even try to contact me. I realized a few days ago, that he never gave a shit about me.” You shrug. “I wanted to call Chris to tell him about…”

“Babe, you don’t need that asshole. We’ve got this. If you want me to, I’ll be your baby daddy.”

You snort, and then, you start laughing and crying. “Thank you,” you wrap her in a hug, “Daddy.”

Now Tracey laughs too as you hold each other. “Do you remember the guy giving me STDs? I was so in love that I got a tattoo with his name. I let them tattoo my ass, babe. I’m one stupid bitch too.”

“What’s with men these days? Why are they all assholes?”

Another month later, New Zealand, …

“I like it. What do you say?” Tracey watches you look around the new apartment. You decided to leave Hollywood and turn your back on the film industry in your country. 

This means you have to move out of your old apartment as fast as possible and leave the world you believed you know so well behind.

“I like it too.” You should have a look around the apartment you want to rent, but you can’t focus. You are miles away, still wound tight as you saw an interview with Chris and his new sidekick last night. “I think this is it, Trace.”

“Babe, are you sure? This is going to be your new home.” You can hear the worry in her voice.

Tracey was, once again, your rock. She’s so much more than a friend. 

How would you call the one dragging you out of your bed to make sure you eat? The only person who understands how you function and feel. 

Friend. Ally. Sister. Soulmate. 

“Hmmm…” you take a deep breath. “You’re right.” It’s time to focus on taking your life back in your hands. For almost four months you let the decisions someone else made dictate your life. “Let’s have a closer look, shall we?” 

You hold out your hand for Tracey. She smiles and takes it. “We will get you through this too, Y/N. No man is worth your tears or that you stop living the life you built for yourself.”

You grin as Tracey props her feet onto the coffee table. She just finished carrying one of the last moving boxes into your new home and now, she’s chewing on a slice of pizza. 

“I like it,” you say more to yourself than your friend. “My new job is great too. I always loved working behind the scenes, and this is my chance to do so.”

“How’s the bean today?” She drops her eyes to your swollen belly. “Does the bean want more pizza?”

“Can you not call them bean all the time?” Tracey snorts at your angry expression. “Even though their father is an asshole, I love them.”

“I love them too,” she coos and places her hand on your belly. “Good thing Aunt Tracey will buy them all the things you won’t. I’ll hang out with them and teach them how to mess with bitches.”

Smiling you look at your friend. She moved heaven and hell to help you get where you are now. Tracey even quit her job and moved to New Zealand to help you buy a house which you couldn’t have effort otherwise.

“They will love you too, babe.”

“I know.” She shrugs. “How could they not love me?”

At the other end of the world, Chris stares at a picture of you on his phone. He took it while you were asleep. He sighs and shuts off his phone.

For days he tried to reach out to you. It took him almost five months, but he found the strength to face you after what he did to you only to find you gone.

He missed the chance to tell you the truth, and it breaks his heart…

>> Part 9

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a new chapter - Dennis

A/N: This goes out to everyone who has ever had a landlord. The name Dennis popped into my head before I remembered that Chris Evans character from many moons ago, but that connection made me laugh. It's not the Dennis that appears in this story, unless you want it to be.

This a henry x reader story, where the reader's name is Rose. Because I'm the first reader/writer - the reader normally looks like me. In this edition there is brief mention of Rose being a black woman, so if you simply can't stand that, don't read! If you can stand it and want to be a beta reader on henry x rose moving forward please let me know, I'd be happy to read your work as well!

Also, there might be more segments about this period in Henry x Rose's life. Who knows, stay tuned!

Summary: Henry has something to say.

Word Count: 2800

Content: fluff, slow burn?, reader/Rose briefly described as a black woman. Dennis.

“Move in with me” Henry said, lacing his fingers through yours as you walked down the sidewalk. The warm summer air smelled sweet and the dying sun gave the sky a delicious lavender hue as it faded beyond the horizon. 

“What?!”

“You heard me.” He said, taking another lick of his soft serve.

“Henry I- ''. It wasn’t that you were flabbergasted, although you were. Nobody had ever asked you to move in with them before and when you even dared to imagine what that conversation would be like it hadn’t been like this. So casual. So normal. As if he was just asking you for some of your mint chip. “I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay.” he replied, casting his eyes over to yours for a split second before licking his cone again. “You can think about it. But you might want to have some of your ice cream, it’s melting.”

You remembered the dish of ice cream in your free hand, and brought it up to your mouth for a lick. You were more of a dish girl than a cone girl. Cones brought a sense of urgency with them that you just didn’t want when enjoying a frozen treat - that kind of thing was supposed to be relaxing. Yet here you were, with it melting anyways.

You were quiet for a minute as you walked together. It would’ve been easy to say you were thinking about the implications of his ask and wondering if that’s what you wanted, but you weren’t. Instead you were looking at him. He was so calm. The gentle breeze jostled his chestnut curls ,and there was ice cream in his beard, and also on his sweater. 

He’d insisted on ice cream tonight, which had surprised you. While he did have a sweet tooth, normally you’d just pick up a pint of something from the corner store and bring it home to eat on the couch while watching tv together, cuddled together. But you’d had a long day at work, and today was Friday, plus the weather was nice and you’d both been lamenting you needed to incorporate more fresh air into your days. So here you were. Walking back from Nicki’s Ice Cream Parlor, hand in hand, somehow completely unphased that he’d asked you to move your relationship to the next step. Was it the next step? How were relationships and relationship stages even defined anymore.

“What made you think of that, just now?” You said, unclasping your hand from his so you could use the spoon for your ice cream instead of continuing to shove it in your face.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” he hummed back, licking a fallen gob of his twist from his hand. “Your landlord sucks.”

“Dennis does not suck.” You protested with a bark of a laugh. “He’s just traveling a lot! For work or whatever.”

Henry shrugged and smirked mischievously. “I don’t know…”

“He’s out of the country!” You smacked his arm playfully with the back of your hand, making Henry smile wider - his big eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“His traveling aside, he’s not good at looking after his property.” Okay true. That was hard to argue with. Your neighborhood was great, all of the townhomes had their own charm even though they looked nearly identical. But, that being said, there were definitely some less-than-stellar options, your rental being one of them. The tiny front lawn was patchy, the tree out front looked rough, the front steps and porch were crumbling, the paint on the front door had seen better days. And that was just the outside of the house.

It was a fixer-upper for sure, except you weren’t going to dump a bunch of money into a place that wasn’t yours. Instead, you built a little nest egg by adding a couple bucks to a jar every time you found something to complain about with the place. That money had quickly eclipsed its container and had been moved into its own savings account. 

The funny thing was it wasn’t even that you needed to save up to move, you could’ve moved ages ago, the jar was supposed to be a reminder to actually do it. But something kept you there. It was predictable, the location was great, and when you could actually nail Dennis down he would come fix stuff for you. If you were being completely honest, maybe you didn’t move because you were holding out on a good reason to leave, a compelling thing to signify that the Dennis stage of your life was over and you weren’t returning.

“No, but I don’t mind. I can fix most of it.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” Henry said. “That’s supposed to be part of the point of renting. Plus he’s got a crush on you.”

You rolled your eyes as you let the last bit of your ice cream melt over your tongue. “Not this again. There’s billions of guys in the world and the one you get nervous about is Dennis? Oh please.” you said with a smirk. There were probably people out there who appreciated the very specific kind of appeal Dennis brought to the table. 

“Dennis does not make me nervous.” Henry said, straightening up. “I just don’t like how he conveniently happens to find himself at your place whenever he isn’t doing whatever he normally does out of town.”

“You said it yourself, the place is falling apart. He’s doing his job.” You chuckled. There were not many things that bothered Henry, he was cool, calm, and collected as anybody ever. But he did have some sort of thorn in his side when it came to Dennis, it had been that way since the two first met.

“I don’t like how he looks at you, it makes me feel-” he shook his head and tossed the last bit of his cone in his mouth, chewing loudly. “Uncomfortable” he finished between loud bites.

“I just don’t understand why he gets you going like this, it’s just Dennis.” You bit back another laugh, as, although the situation was funny to you, and had been funny for a while, it was absolutely not funny to Henry when he got going. Were you poking the bear a little bit? Yes. Was Dennis the reason he asked you to move in with him? No, but you’re sure getting away from Dennis definitely crossed Henry’s mind. “Dennis isn’t my type.”

“Doesn’t matter!” Henry said, starting to get revved up now. “It’s like…like that time he came over and you gave him ravioli!” he threw his hands up in the air. “Ravioli for goodness sake.”

“I gave him ravioli because he was starving! I could hear his stomach rumbling when I showed him the hot water heater. He’d just gotten off the train, or… the plane? Anyways, he’d just gotten in and came straight over to see what was the matter.”

“If you can hear his stomach growling, he’s too close. You didn’t see the way his little eyes raked over you when you had your back turned.” he growled, cracking his knuckles one after the other, like he often did when he was feeling frustrated.

“No, but-” You stopped to throw out your napkin, dish, and held out your hand for Henry’s napkin too, to throw in the street trash can as you passed. “lots of people probably look at me when I’m not looking at them. It’s sort of the more polite way to do it.” You glanced up at him as you dusted off your hands on your jeans before setting off again.

If Henry knew you were being cheeky to spite him, he didn’t care, because now he was rolling. “But he did it right in front of me. As if I wasn’t even there! And then there’s the flirting that followed!”

“He said it smelled good, which it did, because we’d just finished making homemade ravioli. Then he said, if I recall, something about the natural light in the space and complimented me on how I had rearranged some of the decor since the last time he dropped by. Then he said he liked my hair. That’s not quite flirting, he was making conversation. He’s sort of hyper-friendly.”

“You had just gotten braids for the summer when he said that.” Henry pointed out. “Long ones.”

“They’re always long!” You said, twirling one between your fingertips, “That’s half the point!”

“He was staring at your chest and found the perfect excuse. Might I add, also right in front of me.”

“I’m confused if the part that makes you uncomfortable about Dennis is that he checks me out, or the fact that he ignores you.” You stopped to read a sign taped to a telephone pole about a lost cat, and mentally filed it away to remember next time you were out on a walk.

You could feel Henry brewing behind you, as you turned back around to set off once again towards. home. You were right, of course, his brow and nose were scrunched together as if he’d just smelled a skunk. “I don’t care that he ignores me.” he said slowly, the gears in that brain of his spinning so hard as he processed each word you could basically see them through his forehead. “I care that he ignores me when it comes to you. Other times, when guys look at you they cut it out once I give them a big fat only-one-warning look. Dennis couldn’t care less.”

“Okay but that being said, it sounds like you don’t like him disrespecting you by looking at me.” Suddenly this was a little less funny. “Does that sound about right?”

He could sense that something changed with you, his face, once angry-tense, was now sort of realization-and-uh-oh-tense instead. “Maybe… which is fucked up.”

“Yeah.” You let out a soft sigh and started to pick up the pace a bit, hoping to out-walk the way this “funny” conversation had taken a turn.

“Baby.” Henry brought you both to a stop and stood before you, reaching down to take both of your hands in his. “It’s fucked up. But the part of my brain that does the thinking and not the feeling knows that it's irrational, it’s Dennis. But more than that? The bigger, more mature part of me is more hurt that he’s disrespecting you. Because before you were ever mine, even still while you are, you are yours Rose. And I’m a fucking idiot, also - that less mature part, but also all of the parts. By the way.”

“I know.” you said, lips curving up just a touch.

“You know?” gently, he brought his hand up to tilt your face back up towards his. Until there you were, standing close together under the light of the streetlamps, eyes locked on one another.

“I’ve known since the day we met, you oaf.” You replied, sliding a hand to rest on his chest comfortingly. The feel of his heartbeat in your hand, slowly speeding up as you leaned into his palm, would never stop making you feel like you riding on a carousel in the sky.

“Not just any oaf baby. Your oaf.” His eyes darted down to your tongue as it moved to moisten your lips. He took a deep slow breath, still holding your gaze. “I want to kiss you.” he murmured, barely over a whisper, both of you standing there, still entranced by one another.

“I want you to kiss me too” His free arm wrapped around your waist pulling you to him, his hand was warm and sturdy on your back. Something about that always made your knees weak, knowing he could literally toss you about like a sack of potatoes by the seat of your pants if he wanted to. And you weren’t a tiny little thing.

Your hand spread a bit, massaging his chest as you let your eyes flutter closed. You could smell the chocolate on his breath as he got close, and could practically taste it as you opened your mouth a bit in willing invitation. His tongue glided past your upper lip -

HONK! HONK HONK HONK!

You stepped apart, somewhat dizzy from the shock of the car speeding towards you with its magnificently bright headlights. Disoriented you looked around, trying to gauge what on earth was going on. Apparently all of that conversation had lasted longer than you thought because there was your place just up ahead. And, wait. Didn’t you know that car?

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Henry said curtly, but even with your now starry vision you saw that some of the lightness from before this whole thing was back in his eyes and in his posture. You grabbed his hand and walked swiftly towards your home, and it wasn’t until you got on the front steps that the person in the car - who had parked across the street- called out your name.

“Rose!” There he was, waving wildly in your direction as he quickly darted over after making sure the road was free to oncoming traffic.

“Dennis…” You replied flatly, sure that the smile you plastered on your face looked even more fake than it felt. “What a surprise.” You handed the keys in your pocket to Henry in an effort to give Dennis your full attention. Normally he didn’t just show up, unannounced, for no reason. Henry gave your hand a squeeze and you knew he was there to back you up, but that you were in charge here.

“Did you not get my text? I texted…?” Dennis trailed over, doing something of a jog towards you.

“Ohhh. No sorry Dennis, Henry and I went out for a bit and I left my phone here.”

“That’s a-okay! I just got back from Greece and you had texted me a while ago about that disposal in the sink acting up? I just felt so bad. Anyways, these are for you! As an apology present.” And then there was a big bouquet of flowers held out in your direction.

Your eyes widened. Henry’s presence shifted from annoyed to alert. “Oh Dennis. Wow.”

“Yes, yes, please! Have them. They aren’t from Greece of course, ha!”

“Ummm.” You heard Henry unlock the door behind you softly, and wished you had gotten home just a tiny bit faster. “Wow.” Dennis thrust the flowers out towards you again, but you slipped your hands in your pockets to avoid them.

“So, tell me more about the issue. I know you did type it all out but it’s escaping me.” Dennis said with a little laugh as he took a few steps up towards you and towards the door.

“Um- you know what Dennis, it’s late.”

“That’s okay! I don’t want you to go without for even one second longer. Plus we should get these flowers in some water.” he smiled brightly up at you. Greece had certainly treated him well. His face was redder than usual and peeling around the nose. He wore a suit coat over some sort of linen-ish shirt, with shorts and dress shoes. Maybe this was all that was left in his closet and he hadn’t unpacked? The flowers were gorgeous. And expensive looking. It was quite a large bouquet, and much fancier than something you would find at a supermarket. Was this the first time he’d ever brought you flowers? No. But in light of your night with Henry, they were definitely hitting differently.

“It’s really alright. Henry actually helped me sort part of it out. You just need to replace part of the connector that goes under the sink, why don’t I send you the information in the morning? You can have it shipped here and we can handle the install so you don’t have to keep driving out here, so far out of your way..”

Dennis’ face faltered. “You didn’t need to do that Rose, I can take care of you, I mean uh, all that for you.”

Oh brother. What a time for a freudian slip. “That’s so kind Dennis,” You tried to make your smile look even brighter and even more positive. “But it’s no big deal. Honestly, the whole thing can wait for the next tenant. I’m sure they’ll appreciate some updates around here, and it’s so hard to find a good landlord these days.”

His face twisted, his grip on the flowers loosening causing them to tilt towards the ground. “Next tenant?”

“Oh yes”, you said casually, as Henry swung open the front door behind you and stepped in. “You know what you should drop those flowers with Ms. Merishism four houses down, she’s always up and this hour you know. She’d die to see you!” You walked into the house and causally slid off your coat and hung it on the coat rack. “I was going to call you on Monday.” you said slowly, the words bubbling up on my tongue as you faced Dennis once more, with your hand on the door. “It’s time for me to move out.”

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Seems like you get a lot of Steve requests. How about Ransom x reader. They're the only person he's not a complete asshole to. Can be a drabble or story, whatever is easiest

Thanks for the request! It's true I get a lot about Steve (there is also another Ransom request already waiting to be finished👀). I don't mind getting request about Steve, but you can request for all Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters!:) with time I'll write all requests I’ve in my inbox:) Drabbles don't take so long, so I'll mostly write them the same day :)

This turned more into a short one shot/very long Drabble😩 drabbles shouldn’t be over 1k words long, great 🤦🏻‍♀️😂

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Soft spot

Ransom is a dick. He knows it. Everyone knows it.

And he's actually pretty proud of his personality. A very confident, arrogant man, with the looks of a god-many women and men would do everything and anything to just touch his abs. Or maybe his ass. He had a great ass. Or his biceps...Yeah, he knew he was good looking.

That's why it always annoyed him that one of Megs friends didn't even look at him. You were just something else. Such a sweet girl, always helping his family with household errands, you definitely didn't need taking care of-they had a maid to do that. Yet you always said it wasn't a problem, that you could do these things-just like you were doing in your own home.

"You really don't have to do that, Darling", said Ransom, when you took his mug, washing it with your own and also Megs. She went to her room, since she needed to take a important call.

A quite laugh escaped your throat. "Hugh, please don't do anything stupid-and don't come any closer", you said, when you heard him moving. Ransom abruptly stopped walking. How did you know?  He tried to be so quiet!

It was a game he liked playing with you-not that you really wanted to or had a say in it. He always tried to sneak up on you, every time you were here.

The family was kind of surprised how Ransom seemed to like you-how interested he was in you and your well-being. They noticed his stolen glances-and you purposefully ignored him. At least it seemed like that.

But you were looking at him. You noticed him the first day you visited Meg, him in his white sweater, arguing with Fran over something-you had no idea what it was about but it was funny-watching them throwing insults at each other. "Eat shit!", was the last thing he said before storming out of the room-walking right past you. He stilled, turning around and looking at you. "Well, hello there, darling, I'm-" "Hugh, I heard, I'm here for Meg, not you", you said, turning back around and going to her room. he watched you go, grinning slightly. "It's Ransom, actually."

The first time he accidentally sneaked up on you-without scaring you-was late at night, you were making yourself a tea and seemed pretty much In thought, looking out of the window, in which you saw his Reflexion in. A little smirk spread onto your lips, while he slowly came closer. Before he was right behind you, you twirled around, making him jump back, gasping loudly. "Stupid move, Hugh. Go to bed. I'm doing the same", you grabbed your tea and  walked right past him. Ransom grinned slightly following you. "Your own bed-in your own room", you closed the door in his face. Making him sigh.

"Ransom likes you. He's so...different when you're around", said Meg, while you two sat in the living room, painting each other nails. Meg was currently painting your second hand with a pretty  dark red. "I don't think so", mumbling you watched Hugh walk into the room, lightening up immediately. A smile on his face, while he bit into a cookie he was holding. He had them always with him.

Grinning he came closer, stopping right in front of you. Meg watched the two of you. “Can I have a cookie?” “No”, he didn’t even look at her while answering. Ransom kept his eyes on you, not breaking eye contact, while he held the cookie out to you-the one he already had bitten a pice off.

The corner of your lips twitched, while you opened your mouth slowly, sticking your tongue out. Ransom definitely hadn’t expected this-which is why he just stared at you for a moment, the cookie long forgotten. “Will I get my treat?”, you asked nicely, looking at him from under your eyelashes. Ransom cleared his throat sliding the cookie into your mouth, before he stormed out of the room.

“Ew, that’s my cousin you gave the ‘fuck me eyes’ to, you know? Ew”, Meg said, making you blush slightly. “It’s just so funny to tease him.” You shrugged, looking down at your nails. “I’ve never seen him this flustered. He was blushing like a shy virgin”, Megs comment made you laugh out loud. Well, she wasn’t wrong. He did blush.

Quietly crying you entered the big house. After having a few drinks with a old friend it turned out he just wanted you for sex-and when you told him you saw him as nothing more than a fried, he slut-shamed you. Normally you would ignore it-but it sting, since he really seemed like a good friend. You enjoyed his company. That’s why you decided to come here, talk to Meg, your best friend. But she hadn’t answered any of your messages-so you assumed she was asleep, that’s why you came over.

“Hello, darling, what are you doing this late at-what happened?”, ransoms voice brought you out of your train of thoughts. Sobbing quietly you shook your head, not being able to answer him.

His heart clenched seeing you cry like that. He’d never seen you cry. Slowly he approached you, pulling you into a tight hug, even though he wasn’t really someone who liked hugs.

You buried your face in his soft sweater, inhaling his rich, yet sweet and pleasant scent. It felt nice, having his arms wrapped around you, feeling his bulky body against yours. You held onto his sweater tightly, like it was the only thing keeping you above.

Ransom rocked gently with you in his arms, kissing your head tenderly. “It’s okay…let’s sit down, hm? I’ll make us a tea…maybe some cookies?”, you nodded, so Ransom led you to the couch, sitting down with you. “I’ll be right back, okay?”, he mumbled quietly, putting a blanket around your shoulders.

Just like he promised, Ransom was back with a tea and cookies for you, sitting right next to you and pulling you into a hug. He didn’t ask anything. Just sitting with you, cuddling.

And that’s exactly what you needed.

Ransom was always very sweet-but still cocky, so it was a nice variety from the way he normally was, just holding you, not making any comments or anything…it was great, having him hold you close. Maybe you should give him the chance, he wanted so badly.

In the Morning Meg came down the stairs, seeing Ransom sleeping on the couch. Only when she walked around it she saw a small pile of blankets holding him close.

“Oh my god.”

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The Interview Series: Agree to Disagree - Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Not all opinions in this oneshot reflect my own views

Summary: After working on an animated movie together, you finally get to meet your co-star and find out exactly how much you agree on.

Pairing:  Chris Evans x British!Actress!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff! Dialogue Heavy! Mention of current political climate!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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You had to admit you were slightly nervous this morning. It was the first day of the UK press tour and today was the first day you’d be meeting your co-star. Because that was the way with animated movies, you’d spend your time in the recording booth all alone with only the director and technicians. Sometimes you’d hear your co-star's voice if they’d already taped their section of the conversation, but you’d never meet them.

 So far during the press tour, you’d either been alone for the interviews, or you’d been with other members of the cast. You’d yet to meet your fellow lead actor, the guy who voiced your character's love interest, the one and only Chris Evans.

 You had to admit you had a teeny tiny crush on the man that once played Captain America, and you were worried that he’d never meet the expectations you had in your head because they do say never meet your heroes. Yet you were pleased to report that Chris lived up to every expectation, he was the perfect gentleman and you’ve never had so much fun doing interviews. And this was him suffering from Jetlag, leaving you to wonder what he’d be like fully energised.

In the few hours you’d spent together, it felt like you’d already established some good foundations for a friendship, however that could be about to crumble with the next interview.

 “is it weird that I feel nervous?” you say as you sit down at the agree to disagree table.

 Chris chuckles as he sits down “why are you nervous?” he asks.

 “I mean we’ve only known each other a day, what if we end up disagreeing over something that destroys this friendship,” you say gesturing between the two of you.

 “you guys have only just met?” the director of the shoot asks surprised.

 “Yeah, that’s the thing with animated movies, you do all your parts alone and don’t meet anyone until the press or the premier” Chris explains nodding his head.

 “Yeah and I had to skip the LA premier because I was so poorly, I think I ate some dodgy plane food,” you say with a small grimace.

 “It's a good thing these guys know how to pull together a good cast, imagine if you had to do press with a diva or something,” Chris says shaking his head.

 “well….” You say your voice high as you tilt your head side to side.

 “oh is that how it is?” Chris asks laughing, you just smirk and wink back at him.

 “okay we’ll start off easy: stealing movie set props is totally normal” the director reads out “3, 2, 1”

 Both you and Chris instantly move your glasses over to the strongly agree sections of the table.

 “I mean I haven’t done it myself” you smirk making Chris laugh “but I mean if somehow things find their way back to my place then who am I to say anything?” you say holding your hands up.

“Totally, I mean I’m just into theft in general” Chris states shrugging his shoulder.

“yeah I mean finder’s keepers” you laugh, Chris nodding along with you.

“what have you stolen?” the director asks.

“Everything!” Chris says shaking his head.

“hearts, mind and souls” you laugh.

Chris grins nodding his head “oh yeah definitely hearts” he smirks.

“okay next one: I am excellent at karaoke” the director reads out.

You move your glass straight to the strongly disagree while Chris moves his to the agree section.

“whoa, whoa, whoa hold up! I call bullshit!” Chris exclaims pointing to your glass.

“I am terrible! Absolutely terrible!” you laugh shaking your head.

“no you are not,” Chris says pointing over at you “I’ve seen that video of in that karaoke bar with Scarlett”

“she showed you that!” you exclaim in disbelief.

“Yup, and you brought the house down!” Chris exclaims “you can sing, very well in fact, much better than me”

You shake your head in disbelief, not only at the fact Scarlett showed him that video, but that he remembered it well enough to bring it up and compliment you’re singing abilities.

“she’s a traitor, I will be having words” you state shaking your head.

“Next question: the US office is better than the UK office” the director reads out.

Once again you and Chris are on opposite sides of the table, you firmly on strongly disagree while he’s on strongly agrees.

“well you’re just wrong” Chris states shaking his head.

“no I’m not, the OG office will always be superior, I’ll admit the US office is better than other copycat shows but you guys just don’t understand our humour and repeatedly murder our beloved shows” you argue.

“isn’t imitation the best form of flattery?” Chris points out, arching a brow.

“Not when you take everything that’s good and completely disregard it, and create the monstrosities you guys make” you state firmly.

Chris nods his head “agree to disagree?” he asks holding his hand out.

You throw your head back laughing “deal” you say shaking his hand.

“Next question, Captain America has the suit of any superhero” the director reads out.

You move your glass to the agree, while Chris moves his to disagree.

“I have to disagree, of course, I’m a little biased, but we have to play by our truths” Chris starts “it's not the best suit”

“I mean it's not the best overall but I think it’s a pretty good suit” you argue.

“it’s the suit that's best for him, and it works for him, but if we’re measuring against all the avengers, it's not the best suit, they’re all better than his” Chris says shaking his head.

“I guess, does good things for your tooshie though” you point out making Chris laugh.

“my tooshie?” he laughs.

“Yup,” you nod smiling back at him.

“Next question: American football is better than Rugby” the director reads out

You and Chris move your glasses to opposite ends of the table, him strongly agreeing, you strongly disagreeing.

“I mean of course we’ve grown up watching different sports, and I just don’t understand American football, you don’t even use your feet!” you say.

Chris laughs shrugging his shoulders “I mean nobody’s perfect”

“I did use to preach that American football was more dangerous but then I did see a six nations match, and all these guys are massive and the tackles are insane” Chris explains.

“yeah they could rip you in half, and we don’t wear any padding” you point out.

“True, true” Chris nods “I just grew up on American football and I don’t understand Rugby enough to enjoy it,” Chris says shrugging his shoulders.

“Exactly, and I think with any sport if you don’t understand the rules of it, you will never enjoy it” you agree.

“Definitely, tell you what, let's watch them together and explain the rules to each other” Chris suggests pointing between the two of you.

“deal” you nod shaking his hand.

“Next question: A difference in political views is a red flag,” the director says.

You keep your glass on the neutral line while Chris moves his to the agree “I think this is kinda the UK vs US again” you say gesturing to the glasses “cause here in the UK while there is a political divide, its nothing like the US”

“Right,” Chris says nodding along.

“Like I have liberal political views, but some of my best friends are tory voters, we have different views of how the country should be run and where the money should go but when it comes to the big things like basic human rights we generally agree” you explain “that being said I would never be able to date someone who’s political views infringe on people’s basic human rights, abortion and gay rights”

“yeah I completely agree with that, small differences are fine but with issues like that you kinda have to agree if you wanna move forward together,” Chris says nodding his head.

“okay we’ll go a little lighter for the next one: the British accent is the sexiest” the director reads out.

“I don’t think we’ve agreed once,” you say as you move your glass to disagree and Chris moves his to agree.

Chris laughs shaking his head “only once so far, but I mean your accent is pretty sexy I have to say” he says his voice deepening as he leans forward.

“I mean I guess it’s alright,” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“It's very sophisticated, but not I poop on a golden toilet posh,” Chris says making you laugh loudly.

“Thanks, but saying British accent is too broad, and not all of them are sexy,” you say shaking your head “you have the scouse, Geordie, Brummie, west country accents that are generally a lot harsher and less melodic than the British accent you hear on screen, I mean I know I hide a lot of my accent because it doesn’t translate well to screen” you explain.

“Really?” Chris asks surprised.

“Yeah I mean I wasn’t born there but I spent a lot of my life in the west country, so you pick up phrases and pronunciations, if I spend too much time over there I go full farmer” you chuckle.

“Now that is something id like to see” Chris laughs.

“And I mean your accent,” you say before whistling “damn sexy, it's no wonder they cast you in this movie,” you say making Chris laugh loudly.

“Okay, last one: cats are better than dogs,” the director says, both you and Chris moving your glasses to the disagree.

“hey look we’re finally agreeing again!” you exclaim pointing to the glasses.

Chris smiles warmly over at you, nodding his head “I’m not gonna strongly disagree because I respect cats, they’re beautiful animals but I’d rather have a dog” 

“same, I feel like a dog just wants to be your friend while you really have to work with cats, gain their respect,” you say nodding your head.

“which is respectable, to be honest, gotta earn their trust,” Chris says nodding his head.

“exactly, but even then, you can feed them every day of their lives and they still don’t wanna be in the same room as you” you point out shaking his head.

“Yeah, they’re assholes” Chris states making you laugh loudly.

The director then called cut, allowing you and Chris to stand back up and start making your way offset.

“Okay I have one more question,” Chris says putting his hand on your arm to stop you “I enjoy spending time with the person next to me, and want to spend more time together”

You smile up at him “strongly agree”

“good me too, follow up question I want to spend my time after the premier tonight getting drinks with the person opposite me” Chris grins looking down at you, his eyes making you melt.

“strongly, strongly agree” you grin nodding your head, biting your lower lip slightly.

“Great, it’s a date” Chris winks.

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[riri53]

Here's an example for these kind of fan fic:

Infinity war cast x short!insecure!rader

Summary: Reader is 4'11 and insecure about it but her cast mates and fans show her that she's beautiful.

Warrings: None

A/N: Reader here uses she/her pronouns. Also english isn't my first lamguage so I'm sorry for my grammar.

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Y/N Y/L/N had always been self-conscious about her height. At 4'11, she often felt like she was constantly overlooked and underestimated, especially in the cutthroat world of Hollywood. But when she landed a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she knew that she had to put her insecurities aside and bring her A-game.

At the Infinity War panel, Y/N was nervous. She had never been in front of such a large audience before, and she was worried that her height would be a topic of ridicule. But as she took her place on stage alongside her fellow cast members, she was surprised to hear them all gushing about how much they loved her petite stature.

"Y/N is a powerhouse, despite her size," Chris Evans said, earning cheers from the audience. "She's got more energy and spunk than any of us combined."

Robert Downey Jr. chimed in, "And let's not forget how easy it is to maneuver her around during fight scenes. It's like having a little ninja on set."

Y/N blushed, feeling grateful and relieved that her height was being celebrated rather than criticized. And the positive feedback didn't stop there. As she walked around the convention center, fans approached her to tell her how much they loved her portrayal of her character and how they admired her confidence and talent.

But perhaps the most memorable moment of the day was when Tom Holland, her mischievous co-star, snuck up behind her and lifted her off the ground, spinning her around in a playful prank. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Y/N couldn't help but join in.

In that moment, Y/N realized that her height wasn't something to be ashamed of. It was a part of who she was, and it made her unique and memorable. She felt a newfound sense of confidence and pride in herself and her abilities, and she knew that she had the support of her cast and fans behind her.

From that day forward, Y/N Y/L/N embraced her height and all the quirks and challenges that came with it. And as she continued to shine on screen and in public appearances, she inspired others to do the same, proving that sometimes the things that make us different are the very things that make us great.

[ozwriterchick]

Masterlist

I mostly write Bucky Barnes, sometimes Steve Rogers. I will write any character I know though so feel free to send me requests if you like my writing.

I prefer not to write RPF

Otherwise, if you have any suggestions or requests, please let me know and I'll try my best for you.

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Sebastian Stan Characters (Mostly Bucky)

Pursue your happiness (Bucky x OFC Series) (Series Complete, but open for asks). Part 1 - Suspicions // Part 2 - The first steps // Part 3 - I've been an idiot // Part 4 - Can we talk? // Part 5 - I can explain // Epilogue - The Party

Diner Days (Bucky x OFC Series) - Part 1 // Part 2 - (coming soon)

Birthday Blunder (Bucky x OFC Oneshot) - When Bucky's girlfriends birthday is forgotten.

Big Love (Bucky x OFC Oneshot - maybe) - Bucky comes home to his love

Birthday Mission (Bucky x OFC/Arabella) - Happy Birthday Bucky!

Who the hell is Daddy? (Bucky x OFC/Meghan) - Meghan has a surprise for Bucky. - Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt 3 coming soon

Our Little Family (Oneshot - Bucky x Reader)

No More.. (Bucky x Reader) - Pt 1, Pt 2 coming soon

Swimming Lessons - Dad!Bucky x OFC!Reader x OFC!Little

Something to read - Librarian!Bucky (one shot - hopefully)

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Chris Evans Characters

Multi Chapter story coming soon (Title still being determined)

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Other Marvel characters

Sam Wilson

My life is a fanfic (possible series) (OFC x Sam Wilson) - Part 1

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Other Master lists

QB Joe Burrow

Meet Cute - a smaller list for some new shorter stories (under 1k) based around meet cute ideas. Mostly will be Bucky but I'm open to suggestions for characters and situations..

Bucky goes missing

All that because of a sandwich? (Coming soon)

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Spencer Reid Fics list

Spencer Reid fic - My first SR story, I need a better name for it so any suggestions are welcome..

[evansbby]

I posted 7,706 times in 2022

That's 7,706 more posts than 2021!

5,838 posts created (76%)

1,868 posts reblogged (24%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@evansbby

@onsunnyside

@maladaptivexxdaydreaming

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I tagged 7,578 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#anon - 4,317 posts

#poyt ask - 916 posts

#my thoughts 💭 - 233 posts

#ari levinson - 232 posts

#self reblog - 202 posts

#hehehe - 168 posts

#chris evans - 158 posts

#tw dd/lg - 112 posts

#queue - 111 posts

#ari x bunny - 104 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#that’s okay it’ll be done when it’s done and y’all will understand when you read it bc it’s a fuckign long and emotionally draining chapter

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

pouty princess

Pairing: daddy!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

Warnings: smut, daddy!kink, dumbification, dd/lg undertones, major size difference, slight sugar daddy vibe, dirty talk, Ari goes dark towards the end, slightly dark.

Summary: You want to show your daddy that you can be in charge sometimes too, but it doesn't work out as well as you'd hoped. (Based on this ask and mini-drabble).

A/N: This is just a drabble I wrote in under an hour! Not a full fic, I just felt inspired by that ask the other day and wanted to write a more detailed version of the mini drabble! Enjoy!

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3,297 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#4

not sure if this is overboard, but obsessive dark (maybe mafia) ex-husband!ari hiring a friend of his to rough his ex-wife!reader up to scare her back into his arms is 😵‍💫

like maybe it took sooo long to get him to sign those papers, but just when u think you're free from him and his bullshit, you're right back to him and the soft, manipulative sex after...

sorry if this didn't make sense lol

Pairing: ex-husband!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

Warnings: dark!Ari, smut, daddy kink, dd/lg, babying, dubcon, cheating, inappropriate use of a stuffed animal.

Summary: Your daddy ex-husband, Ari, takes care of you after a scary encounter.

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3,460 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#3

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Stepdad!Ari Levinson x bratty!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, stepcest, noncon, dubcon, daddy kink, forced babying, use of petnames, oral - female receiving, face riding, fingering, anal fingering, spanking, coercion, blackmail, dd/lg, dirty talk, dumbification.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your stepdad Ari has a strange obsession with you, but will he listen when you try to confront him about it?

𝐀/𝐍: Wow, it’s me with another surprise Ari fic! I wrote this quickly in the past few hours, and I hope you enjoy. But please read the warnings, Ari is super depraved and twisted in this! Based on this ask and drabble!

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5,103 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

#2

preying on you tonight

Pairing: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

Warnings: smut, dark themes, a/b/o themes, daddy!kink, noncon, dubcon, dark!Steve Rogers, bullying, Steve is really mean in this, jealousy, breeding kink, size difference, unbalanced power dynamic, humiliation, seriously Steve is super mean, and reader is really naive, minors do not interact!

Summary: Steve is the menacing alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every single day. He's cocky, brash and domineering, and you're the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. Ridiculed by him day after day, you're convinced he hates you. But what happens when Steve finds out you have a boyfriend? Based on this ask and the discussion that followed it.

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5,193 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

➳❥ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, dubcon, noncon, dark, minors dni, daddy kink, age gap - reader is early 20s, Lloyd is late 30s, coercion, dark Lloyd taking advantage of super innocent reader, like seriously reader is very innocent, corruption kink, babying, extreme dumbification, dd/lg undertones, mention of gun, use of gun in sexual context, choking, spitting, kidnapping, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, blood mention, killing mention, manipulation, gaslighting

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lloyd promises to let you go, but he demands a depraved repayment. (In other words: Lloyd pops your cherry).

𝐀/𝐍: This is really fucking depraved. Please, please be warned. 

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6,169 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

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