#surprise chris evans character x reader

[reverieblondie]

Surprise Guest

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Warnings: Some dry humping, language, and self indulgent to the max.

Summary: Your brother Bucky invites a guest to spend Christmas with your family... you should have known it was Steve and that old feelings would come back up...

A/N: Hello, This is my first time writing for Steve and I would like to thank @buck-star for showing me their wonderful Fluffy Winter Event! Now if you are used to my BG3 content, this might be a bit different. But I love Steve so please don't judge! The heart wants what the heart wants. If you are new to my writing hi! hope you enjoy and if you have any ideas for Steve (or Chris Evans characters) just ask!

Tropes: Brothers Best Friend, Baking together, Dancing.

Word count: 6,469.

"Bucky's bringing a mystery guest? What, is it some new girlfriend?" 

You tease, watching as your mother picks up your brother's old childhood room, fussing over the bedding and ensuring everything is still just as he left it. The only changes made are the sublet Christmas decorations to make the room appear more festive. She also kept your room in the same state when you left for college; it was like a time capsule every time you two came home for the holidays. 

"Well, from my understanding, it's supposed to be some kind of surprise for us?" She says as she brushes the nonexistent dust from the curtains.

Scrunching your face and piercing your lips, you try to think about who Bucky could be bringing. It's no surprise Bucky is bringing a guest; he always seemed to bring home a stray or two when he came around for the holidays. Sometimes, it was girlfriends to meet Mom or friends from college, like Sam, who had spent last Thanksgiving with your family. But it's supposed to be a surprise… so it would have to be a girlfriend, right? 

You end up just shrugging your shoulders. As long as Bucky didn't bring anyone that would make the holiday awkward, you really didn't care who was coming around. 

Hours later, you're all still waiting for Bucky and the mystery guest to show up. Dad was asleep in his recliner as you and Mom wrapped presents while sharing memories from past Christmases. Fond memories flooded as you thought of the play fighting you and Bucky would always get into and the delicious sweets you would make with Mom. But the best part was just getting to see your family and making more memories with each other.  

During your trip down memory lane, you didn't hear the door slowly opening, and you definitely didn't hear your brother sneaking up behind you. You did, however, feel when he suddenly squeezed you in a tight bear hug, making you scream. 

Embarrassed at being spooked, you turn around and see that it's just Bucky laughing at your reaction. The panic you felt turns into elation as you hug your brother, "You asshole, you scared the crap out of me!"  

Bucky laughs before ruffling your hair, "Wow, language Goober, we have a guest." 

Ah, yes, the guest! You let go of Bucky and finally look towards the door, expecting to see an excited girlfriend, but when you look, your eyes feel like they're going to pop out of their sockets. Filling the doorway with a massive form was the surprise guest…tall, blonde, cute... Steve Rogers? 

Blue eyes watch you intently as he stands holding what you assume to be his and Bucky's bags. You're still not even convinced it's him until you fully take in all the features of his face, full lips, nice nose, and sweet smile that shows off his cute dimples and perfect teeth. Holy shit, that is Steve.

Mom rushes up with a squeal when she sees Bucky. The loud squealing finally jerks your father awake from his snoring as he looks at what his wife could be screaming at. He seems to relax when he sees she's just fussing over Bucky like always. Usually, you would be messing with Bucky at this moment, teasing him about being late and being a mama's boy, but your focus has gone to the elephant or, well, the big bulky guy shaking your father's hand. 

It's been years since you last saw Steve. Unconsciously, you touch your fingers to your lips as what feels like a storm floods your gut. You didn't mean to be staring at Steve, but you feel as if you're in shock. Of course, as you're staring, his eyes leave your fathers to return to you. He smiles at you, and it almost looks like he's about to approach before an excited, pitched scream from your mother has him startled and shooting a wide-eyed look at her.

Her excitement leaves your ears ringing as she goes to Steve, giving him a hug and promptly rubberbanding him for not coming to visit sooner. Steve just fumbles out some excuses as his eyes go from her to you and back to her. Looking back at Bucky, you inch yourself closer to him before swatting his shoulder. 

"Ow! What?" He gripes. 

"You didn't think to tell us it was Steve coming over?" 

Bucky just gives you a smirk, "It was a surprise; you're surprised, right?" 

“yeah…real surprised…” you mumble under your breath.

Both of you watch as your mom continues to gush over Steve, how it's been so long, how he's so tall and different looking, what he has been up to. All questions you wanted to ask yourself. Seeing Steve again throws you for the biggest loop, and frankly, it makes old feelings you thought died freshman year swell up. Why the hell is he here? After all this time, his face looks like some kind of sexy lab experiment gone all too right. 

"Steve, we are just so happy to see you. It's been forever. I should have guessed it would have been you! Right, honey, we should have guessed!" Your mom throws her eyes towards you to see you with confused glare. "Sweetie? Aren't you going to say hi? It's Steve. Isn't that incredible!"

Some might think it's unbelievable… 

Plastering an awkward smile to your face, you give a slight wave, "Hi Steve." 

"Hey, Scout, it's nice to see you again; it's been a while." A smile is stretched on his full lips as he calls you his old nickname, you haven't heard in forever. You almost forgot how he always called you Girl Scout for running around with him and Bucky playing army and then baking cookies afterward. You hated that nickname before, but now that you think about it, the name fits. 

There is a silence as your family watches the lukewarm reunion. Finally, your mom is moving over to you with a wide grin. "I don't think you're going to have to compare heights with him anymore." -Why is she bringing that up… 

You may have had an obnoxious habit of every time Bucky would bring Steve over, you would stand next to him to compare heights. At first, it was just your little secret. You would be behind his back to make sure you weren't getting too tall too fast, but then it became a game. Steve was always a good sport about it, and you always hoped you wouldn't become taller than him. But now, as you look at his 6'2 stature, it's clear that fear wouldn't happen. 

"I'll stand still so we can double-check," Steve chimes in, "It is kind of a tradition, Scout. What do you say?" Your mom looks expectantly as Bucky just gives Steve a quick pat on the back before sneaking off to the kitchen. You walk over to Steve, keeping your eyes steady on his, finding it hard not to roam your eyes down over his broad build. Okay, maybe you did seek a glance down his tight shirt, screaming across his chest, which leads to what you're sure is an impeccable abdomen and narrow waist. God, even his thighs underneath his jeans just look perfect to sit on. -Shit!

Burying down some horny thoughts, you stand in front of Steve, who now towers over you. From this close, you see that he's still every bit as cute (maybe even more handsome…), And he smells of that same musk you have come to recall so well, just this time there is just a hint of spruce. Steve has a smirk on his lips as he looks down at you, "Looks like you never got taller than me." he whispers as you judge your height with your hand; he's a whole head taller than you, maybe more. 

Your cheeks flare with a blush that you're sure is reaching your ears. You look at his face, your eyes immediately going to his smiling lips, and those memories of that night in that lonely hallway come rushing back. Why is it equally wonderful to see him and make your stomach twist into a sicky storm? 

"You're so tall now…" is all you can seem to answer, making Steve chuckle even more and you wish the ground would swallow you up ‘You're so tall now’ yeah no shit!

Finally, you're able to slip out an excuse completely modified at how you're turning into such a flustered schoolgirl! Steve stutters some kind of goodnight after you as you make your way up the stairs; turning back, the last thing you see is a concerned-looking Steve watching you. 

You're quick to rush past all the Christmas decorations and tuck yourself away into your room, leaning your back against the door and doing what you found yourself not doing when you were so close to Steve: Breathe. 

Steve Rogers, honestly, of course it's Steve. You should have considered it sooner since he's been your brother's best friend for years! He's so different now. He was as thin as a pin the last time you saw him. Now he's a total beefcake, and those fluttering feelings of a crush you thought were tamped down years ago are bubbling forward. 

Steve was always a good friend, not only to your brother but to you and your family. Now that you think about it, he was always just a good person? He always defined your brother no matter what and would always help anyone in need. He was bullied and teased when you knew him, but that never stopped him from voicing his opinion and standing up for what was right. Sure, it often ended up with Steve with a busted lip and Bucky pummeling the bully, but you couldn't help but admire his courage and willingness to help people and his kindness.

A sigh slips from your chest… Steve's kindness… he really was kind, sometimes confusing, but ultimately kind…

During the winter dance, you still remember all the beautiful snowflakes in the air and the way the silver tinsel shined under the sparkling lights. It was a tradition that the school put on a Dance before winter break. As a jaded Senior, Bucky wasn't as impressed, but you, as a freshman, were beyond excited. You had saved for new heels, Mom helped you pick the perfect dress, and you even managed to somehow get a date! There was no way this night was going to be ruined! 

The night did not go as planned. 

Your new heels you got on sale? Snapped. The new dress you got? Ruined when someone ran into you with a full glass of punch. And your date? Your oh-so-wonderful date? He left to dance with some flirty junior…

Now, here you are, sitting on the floor outside of the dance, trying not to cry in the dark hallway. You listen to the music, just waiting until you finally hear the last song end. Then you can walk home with Bucky and Steve and forget about this embarrassing night. As if it were fate, a nearby door swings open, and who do you see? Steve Rogers.

Steve looks at you, and his jaw tenses; he immediately turns to go back into the dance to find and try to beat up your ex-date. Before he can, however, you're standing up and quickly grabbing Steve by the sleeve. Steve, being Steve, of course, pauses per your request, but you can tell he didn't want to. 

Steve sits on the floor as you talk about your series of unfortunate events.

"So, how did you figure out I was out here?" 

"When I saw your date dancing with Suzy, it kind of clued me in..." There was a short pause before Steve looked at you confused.

"Why did you even say yes to that idiot?"

Of course, that made you laugh before you shrugged, "I don't know. I think that I was just excited to be asked…" 

Steve nods in understanding, "If that's the case, then I should have asked you." 

You feel butterflies when he says it, and when you turn to look at him, he's looking forward with a noticeable blush. Dammit, he's cute.

As you sit there with Steve, the announcement of the final dance is made, and as you gather your courage to ask him to dance, Steve beats you to the question, "Dance with me?" he asked so quietly, almost like a whisper…

You smile, "I thought you didn't dance?"

"Let's just say I'm willing to dance with you."

"But I don't have shoes."

Steve just looks over at you with a warm smile before he stands, reaching his hand down towards you. "Then I guess you won't be taller than me." You bite your bottom lip as you take his hand, letting you get up. You look into his beautiful blue eyes, "I'm only an inch shorter than you and still growing." 

Steve carefully places your hand on his shoulder before placing his hand on your waist, "Then let me enjoy this while I'm still tall enough to lead."

As the song goes, you dance with Steve, loving how he slightly stumbles and needs to look down at his feet every couple of paces. It's not until you move both his hands to your hips and wrap your arms to hug around his neck that the tension leaves him, and you can sway together in harmony. As you lean your head down to his shoulder, you take in his scent and surprising warmth.

"Thank you, Steve..." you whisper in his ear, Steve chuckles for a moment, his hands seeming to tighten slightly.

"I just wish I was a better dancer... for you." 

"Well, I think that this is perfect." You look into his ocean eyes, "That you're perfect." His cheeks flush red as he smiles clearly not used to the complements. 

You take the time to trace over his handsome features like you have so many times before, but instead of your staring being secret, Steve's eyes stay on you before they flick down your lips. Your heartbeat races, and you can feel yourself blushing redder. Caught, he quickly looks back into your eyes, but that's when you lean in, moving to play with the golden hair at the nape of his neck. 

Swallowing, Steve focuses his eyes on your lips as he places his hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

"Steve... please…"

"Y-You Sure?"

"Yes." That's all you had to say as you closed your eyes and felt Steve take your first kiss. His full lips started sweet and shy before you felt the feeling of his tongue timidly asking for permission to push past your lips. As soon as you let him in and his tongue brushes against yours, he pulls away.

Steve looks at you guilty before he backs away. "I gotta go... tell Bucky I said goodbye."

"Steve, wait!"

But as the song ended, Steve was already gone... leaving with your first kiss and leaving you completely confused.

Thinking back on the memory makes you groan as you go over to your bed, plopping down with a thump. Who the hell kisses someone then leaves! Were you bad at it? Damn you, Steve Rogers, you fucking nerd! That stormy feeling of rejection starts to bloom within your chest. Was it rejection? It felt like it... and after the kiss, things were different. He didn't come around as much, and then he graduated.

Now he's back, tall, and still so cute. Who are you kidding? Steve looks downright sexy, and it isn't even fair! People are not supposed to get hotter like that! Steve looks like he's been living at the gym while your acne just cleared up. And from what you have seen from him tonight, he's still just as charming and lovely…

oh, universe, tho, are such a cold bitch...

The following day hits you like a ton of bricks. You feel as if you didn't get one wink of sleep last night. Dreams ranging from memories to fantasies have kept you from getting any rest. Sighing, you roll out of bed and maybe put on just a little bit of makeup... - Just to look less tired, not for any other reason…

Finally, you make it downstairs, rounding your way over to the kitchen, where the smell of fresh coffee wafs through the air. The sight looks like one from a Christmas card, with the garland hanging from the window and the Christmas-themed tea towels everywhere. Then there's Mom making a frantic list of last-minute needs, Bucky checking his phone, and Steve? Oh, Steve. He stands drinking his cup of coffee, and his eyes seem to go from tired to bright as soon as they lock with yours.

You chime out a good morning as you enter the room. Mom and Bucky mutter out a grody morning in response. 

“Good morning Scout, Coffee?” Steve says in what seems like anticipation and you just give him a small nod and a yes please as you walk to see what your mom is scratching away at. 

Looking over her shoulder as you sit confirms your thought that she needs last-minute things. As soon as you sit, a mug of fresh coffee is placed in front of you, with cream and sugar to follow. Looking up, you see Steve looking down at you with that same kind smile. 

Dammit, he's still so sweet…

"Such a gentleman..." your mom says almost teasingly. Yes, mom, you know! She gives you an expectant look, and all you can do is roll your eyes. 

"Last-minute list? I thought last year you said you were never shopping on Christmas Eve again?" she sighs, ripping the paper from the pad. “Unfortunately, some things can't be helped. So while me and your brother are at the store, you, my favorite daughter, will do the baking."

"I'm your only daughter."

"Jury is still out on that." Bucky snarks

Rolling your eyes, you discreetly shoot Bucky the bird that he fakes being insulted by. Though as soon as mom looks up you two are going back to being civil. . 

"What am I making this year?"

"Your wonderful Chocolate pie and Steve has requested Chocolate Chip Cookies." The request makes you give Steve a pointed look. He quickly turns away, making a fake whistle. You swear if he has only come back for your cookies, you don't care how big he is; you will throw him off the roof.

With the plans set Bucky slides out from his chair pocketing his phone, "Alright, Steve, let's get ready to go."

"Actually, I was going to hang back and give a hand with the baking." -what? 

"She would love that! So kind!" Your mom beams -excuse me? 

"Yeah, maybe you can help her keep the pies in one piece this year." Bucky snickers, teasing at the fact that every year, the pie always has a missing slice by morning. Bucky suspects it's you, considering you made it. You think it's Bucky, but nobody truly knows the truth. 

"I'm not the pie thief you are," you say, pushing Bucky with your elbow. Of course, Bucky isn't just going to take that… so he shoves you back, and the sibling bickering starts. 

"Am not"

"Are too!"

"Am Not!" 

"Are Too!" 

"Shut up!" Mom is quick to end the immature argument, but it doesn't stop you and Bucky from sticking your tongues out at each other—very mature.

"You, desserts, Bucky, with me, Steve, I'm sorry." With that, Buck and Mom are gone to do late shopping, leaving you and Steve alone in the kitchen.

It's quiet for a minute before Steve finally turns to you with a wide smile. "Just tell me what to do, Scout. You're in charge."

Ah, so you're leading now.

Grabbing the recipe book, you quickly flip through the pages until you find the right one. With a smile, you shove the book into his large hands. Steve doesn't even seem fazed as he keeps his eyes on yours.

"Chocolate pie, it's foolproof."

Steve cocks his head to the side, "Foolproof? Ouch, Scout." 

"Don't pretend to be offended. I've heard you and Bucky call each other much worse."

Steve steps closer to you, “I don’t know you seem to have a bit of meanness in you know, I saw you give him the middle finger.” Steve tsk his lips and you wince, of course he saw that…  

Not backing away from a challenge, you get even closer—so close you can smell the coffee off his breath. “Well Steve; you haven't seen me in a long time. I guess it only makes sense that I changed."

Steve shakes his head with a laugh as he looks over the recipe but keeping your little game going, "Don’t worry I plan on figuring that out while I'm here." 

“Figuring out what?" you say crossing your arms and popping out your hip, Steve's eyes move to you as they roam slowly over your body, then he smirks.  

"If you're still as sweet as I remember..." The way it just rolls off his tongue is so Sinful. Sure, he's still sweet, but now he's seemed to learn how to flirt. And with how your cheeks heat up from his words, you might be in trouble for falling even more for him.

Instead of quipping back, you just turn away and start gathering the ingredients you need. Trying desperately to ignore the budding tension. Baking in a kitchen with a handsome man can create its own kind of testion. But baking alone in a kitchen with an attractive man you once shared a first kiss with, now that tension could be cut with a knife. 

Time passes as you two continue to silently bake, you wish the teasing had not ended so abruptly because now you are coming up with all the best comebacks, figures…

Turning your head over your shoulder, you watch Steve cut up the chocolate bricks in fine flakes. His large hands are coated in chocolate, and watching his muscles tense and move with the quick movements of the knife is mouthwatering… 

Steve turns to look at you and gives you a soft smile. Quickly, you move your eyes to the cookie mix you're putting together, trying to seem like you are totally not staring at him, imagining how sweet his chocolate-coated fingers would be in your mouth. Rolling your eyes and taking a deep breath, you try to ground yourself in reality for a moment; you're in your parent's kitchen with your brother's best friend; this is not the time to be thinking horny thoughts.  

While lost in your internal struggle, you feel a large hand placed on your hip; The hand is gripping tightly making warmth instantly shooting tingles down your spine. Looking up, you see Steve reaching for a bowl that is very conveniently placed in the cabinet above you. His cologne invades your senses, and you can't be too mad about it. Also, the subtle way he's pushing and leaning on you is making his crotch rub against your ass, either he knows exactly what he's doing or doesn't care to give you any personal space. You imagine it's the latter. 

Once he's retrieved the bowl his breath is fanning against your ear, and his velvet voice numbs your mind to mush: " Sorry, Scout. I needed to grab a bowl." Oh, he's toying with you. 

Finding your grip on reality, you take your bowl of cookies and push yourself out of Steve's sexy radiance. "Next time, ask, huh?" 

You move over to the mixer and start mixing up the dough. You hear Steve clear his throat over the mixture. Looking over your shoulder again, you see his broad frame diligently mixing the filling over the stove. You hate how much you enjoy looking at him and his cute butt…

"Are you worried I'm messing up the mixing?" he calls over his shoulder. You quickly turn around and add the chocolate chips to the fluffy dough.

"Like I said... foolproof, I'm not worried." You say, trying to sound confident.

"So there's another reason why you're staring at me this whole time?" Does he have eyes in the back of his head!?

"I wasn't-"

"Don't even try it," Steve warns as he finally pours the chocolate mix into the pie crust and puts it in the oven to bake. Finally, he turns to face you, Crossing his massive arms in front of him. "I've felt your eyes on me this whole time." 

Shit... Returning to your mixer, you do your old faithful tactic when you don’t want to answer a question, “I don’t know what you're talking about.” 

You hear a groan thinking you have won but then there's a small sigh, "I know you're mad at me..." 

That makes you pause. Mad at him? Were you mad at him? Part of you was for awhile but when you really think about it now you're more confused than anything. You take a deep breath and finally say the one thing you had thought about most after that kiss. 

"You don't just kiss someone and then run away you know." 

You finally turn and see that you have Steves full attention, he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly trying to gather his thoughts.

"I know." he finally gets out.

"Then why did you-"

"I kissed you at the wrong time..." That throws you for a loop. Steve's blush makes the tips of his ears bright red as he continues." You were... lonely and sad..." 

It's your turn to interrupt, "Steve Rogers, did you pity kiss me?" 

Steve's eyes widen as he quickly reaches for you but holds off, "No! No, it was a real kiss... for me, it was a real kiss."

"What do you mean? That kiss felt real to me, I mean, it was my first kiss..." 

You feel yourself wanting to put up your guard but before you can you feel Steve's hands gently sliding up and down your arms before moving to your shoulders carefully brushing away your hair, "I want it to be better. To be right.” Steve's blue eyes look so softly down at you and you feel ensnared all over again. You lean in, and it feels all so familiar. When his hand comes to your cheek and his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, “When I kiss you again, you will know what I mean..." 

God, you want him to kiss you again,

”When?” You question. 

Steve leans in, his breath fanning over your lips, “How else will I know if you taste as sweet as you did that night..” 

You feel like you're melting as you close your eyes, the memories of his tongue tasting like peppermint making you crave it now. You rise to your tiptoes as Steve's arms curl around you,  but before you can do anything, the oven's timer is going off. 

Both of you jump before frantically looking for the oven mitts, running into each other as you reach for the oven. Finally, you two get the stove open and pull the pan out at the same time. It's so frantic and excessive you both can't help but laugh as you hold the pie.

"What are you two doing?" The sudden voice of bucky practically scares the crap out of you. 

Steve looks at his friend then just cocks his head, “Baking, obviously.” 

Bucky, ever clueless, just shakes his head as he puts bags of groceries away, you can not believe you almost kissed him again! And almost got caught. You take the pie and place it down to get cooled off. As you turn you run into your mother who is looking at you confused, you think for a moment she's trying to read your mind but then she places her cold hands to your cheeks. 

“Steve, what did you do to my girl? She looks flushed?” 

Steve just chuckles as he helps with the groceries, “I think she was standing too close to the oven, making her get hot.” 

You give him an unamused look, he knows what made you hat and it wasn't a damn oven. 

Hours later, long after you and Steve had finished the desserts, after sitting with your Mom and watching the same Christmas movies you did every year (though this year you might have been distracted…) and going to bed, you find that you're still tossing and turning thinking about Steve; what does he mean when he kisses you again… is he going to? You almost did, but then your family walked in… Will he have the chance? And what does he mean you taste sweet!

2am, and you're still thinking about him; years later, he can still rile you up and keep you second-guessing. Just is not fair, damn hot people…

Not seeing any end to your torment, you decide it's time for the perfect late-night medicine: a sweet treat. Making your way down to the kitchen as quietly as possible, you find the Christmas-themed Tupperware stashing the cookies and take one. The sweetest is only a temporary relief to your racing mind, however. Further trying to distract yourself, you open the fridge, checking the pie, making sure it's still intact, and it is. 

When you close the fridge, you lazily look around the dimly lit room till you see Steve in the doorway to the kitchen, wearing sweatpants and no shirt. Seriously, universe… 

"Looks like Bucky is right; you are the pie thief." 

"I was just checking on it, not eating it." 

Steve steps into the kitchen, takes a seat at the table, and gets himself a cookie as well. You decide to join in, your minds already filled with him. What's the harm? 

"Couldn't sleep?" 

"I thought I heard a pie theft." he taunts, making you chuckle, but it dies off quickly, and that same tension starts piling up again. 

"I was up thinking about you," Steve suddenly admits, "Thinking back on that night…" 

"The night you ran off with my first kiss?" You say it more bitterly than you meant it, but Steve doesn't seem to flinch. 

"I had thought of kissing you a long time before then," he confesses, warming your cheeks. 

"Why didn't you?" 

Steve doesn't look at you while he shrugs his mind on the past, "One, there's an unspoken rule about best friends, sisters, and… I didn't feel good enough, scrawny punk kissing a beautiful, kind girl like you. Thought you would have been modified. Then at the dance when we danced together… you called me perfect. Girls would have never thought to say that, but you did, and I just couldn't help it. When I kissed you, I knew it was wrong, and then I ran, which was even more messed up."  

Steve ends his confession by turning to you with a smile, "I screwed it up," 

You two sit silently, looking out the window into the dark, snowing night, "If you messed it up, why come back?" 

"I was hoping for a second chance, but… when I saw how mad you were and when we interrupted it… it kinda brought me back to reality, shook me and my plan up…" 

Tilting your head, you look at him confused, "Your plan?" 

You see, Steve blushes, "Charm you, and I hope I get to do it right this time…" 

Your laugh was involuntary. You couldn't believe that after all this time, he wanted a do-over. Steve Rogers, you are the biggest dork, and you love it. He looked embarrassed at you, laughing at his confession, but then you stood from your chair and reached down towards him. "Well? How are you going to charm me sitting down? This is your last chance, Steve. Don't blow it."

Steve grabs your hand, standing to his towering height, "What's the first step in the plan, Steve? I'll let you lead."  

"First…" Steve steps closer, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck and his hands to hide purchase on your fuzzy pajama bottom hips. "We sway just like that night." 

The two of you start to sway in that same slow dance, and though there is no music, you both know which one is playing in your mind as you move in perfect rhythm. Your hands move from his soft hair to slide down to his chest, where you feel his heart racing through his bare chest. He watches you intently before carefully bringing you to press against his warm body. You can no longer tuck your head into his neck, so you lean into his chest. Steve pauses, and you feel him bring his hand to your cheek, having you look up at him. 

"Second, I will tell you how I think you're the prettiest, funniest, kindest girl I've ever met and how, for years, I have thought of you." 

You bite your lip as you look into his blue eyes, which reflect the colors of the Christmas lights. "When's the part where you kiss me?" you say, a tad breathless. 

He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, looking at their flushed color, "That's step three after I ask…" 

"Steve, kiss me before I lose my mind and pummel you." 

That was the exact invitation Steve was waiting for because the next thing you know, he's leaning down and kissing your lips slowly. His hands cupped your cheeks before sliding back down to your waist, his mouth carefully guiding you. It's just as sweet and warm as the first time, but now, with how he moves his lips gently with yours, you can tell he's practiced. Rising your toes, you wrap your hands around his neck and swipe your tongue against his lips, begging for them to part. Once they do, you slip your tongue to taste his. A slight grunt leaves his throat as his hands tighten -Yeah, you learned some things last time. 

Steve slides his hands down your body to find purchase on your ass, giving a squeeze and forcing a moan from you in the process before he lifts you up and places you on the contour. Breaking the kiss, he looks at your red face, catching your breath, "taste sweet.." he mumbles before tilting your head up to leave open-mouth kisses on your neck. 

The feeling of his burning tongue swiping at your sensitive skin has you tightening your thighs to try to ease your aching clit that's begging to feel him closer. As he's licking and marking your skin with reckless abandonment, your hands are pawing and tugging at his soft hair. Holding on to dear life, his head goes lower and lower, passing your collarbone. This must be that real kiss he talked about before. 

Your wandering hands meet the prominent bulge pressed against your leg; softly touching the hardness makes Steve pause as he softly moans into your neck. 

"Steve.." His lips kiss your neck slowly as he spreads your thighs, moving in between them. 

"Yes, baby… what do you want? Anything you want..." he says into your skin, making you shiver as his lips caress your sweet spot. 

You feel his bulge finally press against your covered cunt, and you can't help but gasp, "I want to feel you…" you finally tremble out as you move your hips slowly over him, grinding on his cock. 

Steve watches you in awe for a moment before he's repositioning himself and rocking his hips so the nip nudges your clothed clit over and over. Part of you think this might be a delicious dream; there is no way you're actually dry-humping with Steve on your kitchen table in your parent's house, is there? But when his fat tip teases your clit again, making your toes curl, you know this is a dream, this is real, and you don't care. You need him now. 

You're about to shimmy out of your bottoms and pull Steves down as well,  but the sound creaking of the stairs has you both snapping back to reality. The reality is your hands are about to pull down your pants while Steve has a huge tending boner, and you're on the kitchen table; if caught, there is no explaining that one. So quickly, you're hopping off the table and eagerly pulling Steve to hide in the kitchen's pantry with you. Safely hidden, you and Steve peer through the panty's louvered door to see who is ruining your late-night treat. 

Tiptoeing through the kitchen, you see your father making his way to grab a fork and then going to the fridge. Unbelievable. You owe Bucky an apology.

"That sneaky little—" Before you can finish whispering, you feel Steve wrapping his arms around you, his length pushing against you. Turning around carefully, you face him. Only the light streaming in illuminates his face, and you can just see that affection filling his eyes. 

Steve gently kisses your lips again, finding them way too easy in the dim dark. His hands curl around your waist, and his head rests in the crook of your neck. His warm breath makes you melt all too quickly. 

"Scout, I've liked you for so long…" he says into your neck. 

Cuddling him closer, you're about to confess your feelings, those feelings that you had from the moment you met him. Then, the pantry door opens, and you meet your father's shocked expression. His daughter is hiding in the pantry with tousled hair, and her brother's best friend, who is shirtless, is embracing each other. Not a great look…

Eyes going wide as you push yourself away from Steve, trying to fix your hair. Steve clears his throat awkwardly, turning his back towards your father, trying in vain to hide his prevalent bulge. Starting to fumble out an excuse, you're stuttering and panicking for an explanation, but your father is slowly shutting the door before you can even get out a syllable.   

You stare at the Shut door in shock. "He's so going to blab to my mother," you groan.

Back in the darkness, you feel Steve wrapping his arms around you. "Would that be so bad? She has been hinting about us getting together."

"Bucky is going to kick your ass."

Steve kisses your neck again, quickly learning where to tease you with his soft lips. "That's fine if you agree. Come out with me for New Year's." Turning, you press your cheek to his chest, cuddling closer. 

"Can we go dancing?

Steve Chuckles as he kisses your head and holds you tighter, says, "We can do whatever you want. I want to make up for lost time."

"Better late than never."

[navybrat817]

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! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Chris Evans Characters ⚓ Ko-Fi

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Place of time

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.

[logansargeantsbabymom]

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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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?

Do Dennis and Wifey share nudes?

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

FULL MASTERLIST IS HERE.

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Wrapped in Love🎁🎄♥️

Character: Husband!Chris Evans x Black!Reader.

Word Count: 700+.

"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"

The scent of freshly baked red velvet cake wafted through your cozy home, mingling with the aroma of pine from the beautifully decorated tree in the corner. The soft glow of holiday lights flickered, casting a warm ambiance that made your heart swell with joy.

As you set the table for your small Christmas celebration, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Chris. He had a way of turning even the simplest moments into cherished memories, and today was no different. You had planned a special surprise for him, and the excitement bubbled within you.

Just as you finished arranging the plates, the door swung open, and Chris stepped inside, shaking off the winter chill. His rugged charm was undeniable in a snug gray sweater and dark jeans.

“Wow, it smells incredible in here!” he exclaimed, his blue eyes lighting up with delight.

“Just baking some treats,” you replied, playfully batting your eyelashes. “You know, the usual.”

He approached, pulling you into a warm embrace that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “I missed you all day, sweetheart,” he murmured against your hair, his voice deep and soothing.

“Me too, baby,” you replied, pulling back to look into his eyes. “How was filming?”

“Long and boring. I’d much rather be here with you,” he said, giving you that signature grin that made your heart race.

“Good thing you’re here now,” you said, stepping back and gesturing toward the kitchen. “Ready for some cake?”

“Only if it’s as delicious as you are,” he teased, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms with a smirk.

You laughed, enjoying the playful banter. “I can assure you, this cake is worth your while. But first, I have something for you.”

You retrieved a small, beautifully wrapped box from the counter, your heart racing with anticipation. Chris’s eyebrows raised with curiosity as you placed it in front of him. “Open it!”

With a gleam of excitement in his eyes, he carefully peeled off the wrapping paper, revealing a sleek leather wallet embossed with his initials in gold.

“This is amazing!” he said, running his fingers over the supple leather. “You know me too well.”

“I thought it was time for an upgrade,” you said, smiling at his appreciation. “And now you can think of me every time you reach for it.”

Chris placed the wallet aside and took your hands in his. “You’re always in my thoughts, babe.”

Feeling giddy from his words, you leaned in for a kiss, savoring the warmth of his lips against yours. Just as you pulled away, he grinned mischievously.

“Now it’s your turn. Chris grinned, placing the wallet aside and stepping closer. “I’ve got something for you too,” he said, pulling out a small velvet pouch from his pocket. “Here, open it.”

You accepted the pouch, your heart racing with anticipation as you pulled out a delicate gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. “Oh my god, Chris, it’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, your fingers gently tracing the intricate design.

“I wanted you to have something that symbolizes us,” he said, his gaze sincere. “You’re my heart.”

You felt a flutter in your chest at his words. “Thank you. This means so much to me.”

“Let me put it on you,” he said, stepping behind you to fasten the chain around your neck. His fingers brushed your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, turning to face him. “Just like you.”

He stepped back, admiring the necklace on you. “You look stunning. This suits you.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his admiration wash over you. “I can’t believe how thoughtful you are. This has been the best Christmas already.”

“Just wait, we’re just getting started,” he said, pulling you into another embrace.  “How about we celebrate with some cake?”

“Only if you promise to save me a slice,” you teased, laughing as he led you to the kitchen.

“Deal,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But I might need to taste test first.”

As you both enjoyed the cake and shared stories, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and love. With each bite and every glance, you felt grateful for the moments you shared. Chris had a way of making the ordinary feel extraordinary, turning every day into a beautiful memory.

As the night went on, you cuddled on the couch, fingers intertwined, feeling completely content. With Chris by your side, you knew that every Christmas would be a treasure, filled with love, laughter, and unforgettable surprises.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, my babies! MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄♥️!!

Tagging some lovelies:

@darqchilddaydreamz @astoldbychae @starrynite7114

@sunshine-flower @olyvoyl @1andonlytashae

[cottagecheese1]

Hey, I wanna start by saying I love your work.

My guilt pleasure is your Unhinged Worlds series. A lot of Chris Evan’s characters don’t get much attention and I love that you cater to all and the spice is just amazing.

My request is if we could get more Johnny Storm x reader smut fics. Either outside of the series with a Friends with Benefits types situation where the reader has to be all serious with the avengers and Steve and so they go to Johnny when they wanna blow off some steam (or make some 😏) and they have have together but also smutty. Or if it’s within the Unhinged Worlds series maybe a standalone chapter with just Step Brother!Johnny and the reader, like after everything that’s happened he gets a bit jealous/possessive and while everyone else is out decides to fuck them ‘the right way’ and ravishes them with some extra hidden emotions, like he says sweet things while ruining them physically.

Idk, my brain has gone to a filthy place and your writing is just so good. Feel free to take your own way cause it’s your writing after all but I just need me some more Johnny smut, he needs some more appreciation.

Thank you so much, we love you.

unhinged words 5

a/n: I wanted you to know that your request motivated me to keep writing this series :) I just didn't think people were reading it, thank you! And I also agree, not too many good Johnny reads out there!

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

Another day you have to go through this. Another day except you lay in the guest bedroom with Lloyds arm draped around your waist, his breathing light as his bare chest is pressed to your back. You sigh, but at least you finally have a moment to yourself. You think as you slowly roll onto your back, desperately hoping not to wake the sleeping man beside you. Lloyd groans as he feels you shift under his embrace, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, you feel his breath on your neck. It's annoying in a way, with your mind racing and with no way out at 7:00 in the morning.

You feel his arm tighten around you as he lets out a small huff, you glance over and see his eyes flutter open. He leans over a bit to press a small kiss to your temple and you swallow nervously, with your heart racing as his lips curve up in a small smile, his expression looking more than awake now.

Lloyd hums in amusement at your expression and leans a bit more over you, “morning pumpkin, I’m surprised you’re up this early..I did wear you out nicely last night didn’t I?”, he jokes as you cringe at his dirty reference.

You can’t help but scoff at the cheesiness of his words, which doesn’t seem to pass him easily as he suddenly grabs your face, forcing your lips into a pout. Lloyd strokes your cheek softly and chuckles gruffly, his morning voice still slightly present, “What? Not in the mood for a joke princess? That's alright, you're probably just hangry hm?.”, your stomach seems to grumble on cue, and you push his hand off your face with a whine, already frustrated by his teasing.

He laughs and gives you a playful scolding look, “aw, that's not very nice now is it princess? How about you use your words like a big girl, so we can start this day off on a good note.” You sit silently in protest, but your stomach speaks loudly to you. He smiles smugly and lays back against the pillows, “Or, we can sit here for as long as I like until you use that pretty voice”, you sit up and look at your chipped nail polish in a silent thought. Should you break? Give him what he wants so he knows you're weak?

You sit in thought, but your need for food takes your mind over as you sigh in defeat, looking over at Lloyd hesitantly, “Can we please go get some food.?” You state rather softly, and he perks up in amusement at your voiced request.

He sighs dramatically and reaches over to tuck a stray piece of hair out of your face, “We can..but I deserve a kiss first don’t I? For being so patient, since you were acting like a complete brat��, you sigh and close your eyes, not understanding why you guys can’t eat first and deal with this later. Slowly you lean over and press a small kiss to his cheek, but he pulls back with a laugh and a head shake, “now I said a kiss sugar. Not a cute little peck on the cheek, try again or I’ll teach you the right way.” He states more firmly, which makes you lean in a bit more hesitantly as you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and press your lips against his this time. In a hope he won’t make you do it again.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the kiss as you let out a small whimper. You can’t help but melt into the kiss a bit as he supports your head gently and presses your body against his in a silent want. He pulls away and presses his lips against your forehead softly in satisfaction, “good girl, see? It wasn’t that bad now was it?”, you nod slowly as your cheeks flush at his pet name.

He hums in acceptance at your silent answer as he gets another quick glance at you before reaching over to grab his shirt to pull it over your head. You put your arms through the holes and turn away from him to get out of bed on weak legs, and get your shorts from yesterday off the floor. As you slide them up your legs, Lloyd comes up behind you and grips your hips gently as he pulls you against him, and leans down to pepper kisses on your neck gently which makes you shiver.

You walk through the door, and through the hallway, entering the kitchen. Lloyd follows behind you and you look up to see everyone doing their daily tasks until you two make your appearance, Andy perks up at the entrance and he chuckles, “Looks like you two are finally up..did you have fun honey?” He asks condescendingly as Lloyd walks past you to the fridge. You scoff a bit and look the other way, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he walks over slowly and tilts your chin up, “I’m not gonna be so nice next time you give me attitude, so how about you start behaving now hm?” you swallow nervously and nod slowly as your lips part slightly, “sorry..I..It was alright I guess” That was a lie. You hated every second in that room with Lloyd, but you couldn’t say that.

Right as Andy is fixing to respond, Johnny prances over with a smug smile and wraps his arm around your shoulder. This action weirdly made you feel a bit better, especially when Andy towers over you. Johnny hums, “why don’t you spend the day with me sweetheart, besides, everyones leaving this morning and it’ll just be me and you” Andy rolls his eyes at Johnny's words, looking at both of you before sighing, “Well, your not wrong, I have to go to work, and Lloyd is coming with me so it’ll just be you two”

I mentally sigh in relief and Andy leans in to kiss your forehead, “Be a good girl and listen to Johnny..” he then turns to look at Johnny, “you too, behave.” He chuckles and nods, pulling you closer to him, “Oh, we will..won’t we sweetheart?” You gulp and nod, forcing yourself to give a soft smile. At that Andy smiles in satisfaction and takes his leave out the front door, along with Lloyd following behind.

Johnny turns towards you and his eyes darken a bit, you take a step back and he follows right with you, he sighs dramatically, “You know..I’ve wanted you all to myself for so, so long and this is finally my chance. Those assholes can’t take you away from me now” You whimper at his words and keep backing up until you feel your back hit the wall, and he chuckles darkly while blocking you right against him.

He leans in closer and presses gentle but rough kisses on your neck, biting and marking you in the process. You try to look away while your voice cracks, “please don’t hurt me..” you plead softly. Johnny laughs and shakes his head, his lips right against your ear, “Oh no, no baby, the last thing I’m gonna do is hurt you tonight. I’m gonna fuck so good, but I’ll be nice and gentle, because I know thats exactly how my precious little angel likes it.” He coos mockingly and your cheeks can’t help but flush at his crude words.

“You're so cute you know that? I hate when those assholes treat you like a thrown around toy..but maybe I just want you all to myself you know?” He says more to himself than you, but still you gasp and keep quiet. He leans in to kiss you passionately and slowly leads you to his bedroom, taking your shirt off and groping your chest roughly as you whine at the sensitive pressure.

He lays you down gently on the bed as he pulls his sweatpants down, you glance down to see his thick cock bobbing against his stomach and you get a bit nervous. Johnny sees your expression and chuckles, “I know it's nothing you're used to but I told you I would take care of you angel, we’ll go slow okay?” His words make you feel a bit better as you nod, he moves his thigh between your legs to spread them apart.

You take a deep breath as he slowly inserts myself inside you, he groans in pleasure as tears brim in your eyes from the burning stretch from his cock. Johnny looks down at you and leans down to coo and wipe your tears gently, “Shh, it's okay Angel, it’ll feel good in a minute just give it time..You're being so good for me you know that?” You take a deep breath and nuzzle your face into his neck, his thrusts become a bit faster and deep. The pain slowly fades away and you let out a soft moan.

He smiles and pants a bit more as he groans in pleasure when he feels you squeeze around his cock, “Holy shit..you feel like heaven baby, I’m gonna keep you all to myself. Take you away from this place and fuck you whenever I want, because your mine. Hear that? Say it. Say your mine.” At this point the coil in your lower abdomen is slowly coming undone, and you moan loudly as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“I’m yours! I’m all yours just please let me cum..” You plead desperately and Johnny moans in pleasure at your words as he comes closer to his release, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum angel..you want me to fill you up hm? Stuff you full so I can steal you away, so you can have my babies and take care of me? You’d fucking love that wouldn’t you?” His dirty words only make you whine in satisfaction as you finally unravel around him, gushing around his cock as he rocks into you, chasing his own release.

He slumps against you and you wrap your arms around him as he pants in satisfaction, “Good girl..that was amazing, you did so good for me too.” He praises you as you stop to catch your breath, the air lingers with sweat and sex, but you actually don’t seem to mind. Actually you seemed to enjoy this way more than you did with anyone else.

Johnny rolls next to you and pulls you to his chest, and you relax against him, for once you actually felt comfortable with someone in this house and who knew it would be Johnny. He reaches down to stroke your hair softly as he hums, “This is nice..just me and you, and I don’t have to share you with anyone, fucking fantastic right?” He chuckles and you nod. I guess he was right, You had way more of an enjoyable experience with Johnny, then anyone else, maybe this wasn’t as bad as you thought it was.

At Least with Johnny. You snuggle into him, and he smiles softly at your affections, he kisses your forehead before getting out of bed and he turns to look at you, “I’m gonna go get you some water..don’t miss me too much, okay?” he winks playfully, and he can’t help but smile at his lighthearted banter. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

[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

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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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[internetminestrone]

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.”

[thefallennightmare]

Chris Evans and Characters

Hard To Love-:  After moving to a new town all on her own, Reader would do anything for a stable job and income. Even if that means housekeeping for one of Boston’s eligible bachelors. What she didn’t expect was finding herself falling in love with him and him finding out about the past that she was running from. COMPLETED

Forgotten:  Reader had an idea of surprising Chris while he was in Georgia filming but what she never thought of ending that weekend with a broken heart.

Part two- Have things worked out for Reader and Chris or is their relationship too far gone to try to save?

REST: Reader is Chris Evans girlfriend and she’s in her second year of law school and it’s fall finals time, she’s really stressed the night before one of her exams and it’s already 3 am and she’s still studying, and Chris just tries to support her and get her to rest, fluffy

Break In:  Chris is out with his friends late one night and his girlfriend is home alone reader is sleeping while two guys break into the house and they see her while they are ransacking the place and attack her, and police and Chris come and lots of angst but good ending please?

Moonlight:  can you do a smutty fic about chris evans x fem girlfriend reader where they are at a club with their friends and Chris can’t keep his hands to himself maybe ending with smut?

Worry:  Reader goes to her yearly obgyn appointment and while performing the breast exam her doctor feels something a little off and tells her to schedule an ultrasound to check what it is - reader is terrified and goes home where Chris is with his friends and she just goes past them to their bedroom because she’s too in her head to interact with anyone - Chris gets worried and goes to check on her and she tells him and starts freaking out and he’s comforting her - few days later she has her ultrasound appointment and they determine it’s a bit of excess breast tissue but nothing to worry about and relief and all that.

Private:  Reader had always done her best to hide in the limelight from her relationship with Chris. What happens when their most private moments are scattered for the whole web to see?

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[gooondocks]

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𝐡𝐩 & 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚.

young gods ── canon [1.2k] ➡ the gryffindors have a little tradition on their first night back at hogwarts.

famous last words ── james potter x reader [2.1k] ➡ you and james are sworn enemies. you find you quite like it that way.

a writer & his muse ── sirius black x reader [1k] ➡ renowned mystery writer sirius black has a new muse in his life, and unfortunately, it's you. castle!au.

la vie en rose ── sirius black x reader [1.8k] ➡ it's just a regular tuesday in july until an escaped convict appears in your kitchen. oh, and he happens to be your ex.

oh, captain! ── cedric diggory x oc [series masterlist] ➡ megan wynne jones wants to be the best, but there's one annoyingly perfect boy standing in her way: cedric diggory.

𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.

haunted ── alina starkov x reader [1.1k] ➡ alina starkov is dead, except she isn't, and the memory of her haunts you constantly.

gold rush ── nikolai lantsov x oc [series masterlist] ➡ it doesn't matter what she calls him. pirate, privateer, prince, sobachka, her heart aches for a man she knows she can never truly have. nikolai lantsov, the hope of ravka. anya kamenev, ravka's bane. oh, what a pair they make. a series of interconnected oneshots about nikolai & anya.

𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬.

a grey day ── spencer reid x medical examiner!reader [1.3k] ➡ spencer meets the newest member of the department.

a lack of caffeine ── spencer reid x medical examiner!reader [1.8k] ➡ caffeine makes the world go 'round. that's something you and spencer can agree on. follow up to 'a grey day'.

bury these bones ── spencer reid x medical examiner!reader [1.9k] ➡ spencer’s day isn’t anything more than average, but a surprise phone call and impromptu hospital visit have him rethinking his expectations.

𝟗-𝟏-𝟏.

a touch of colour ── eddie diaz x reader [2.7k] ➡ eddie and chris' home is freakishly empty. you decide to redecorate a little.

no one's ever had me (not like you) ── evan buckley x reader [2.1k] ➡ when buck meets his high school sweetheart at the ten-year reunion, he learns that their lives may be very different now, but the spark is still there.

and if your heart wears thin ── evan buckley x reader [3.9k] ➡ after taking an unfortunate spill on the job, buck's fiancé decides that life is too short to wait any longer.

take this sinking boat (and point it home) ── evan buckley x eddie diaz [3.3k] ➡ a 'princess diaries 2' au written for #summerofbuddie week 2: romcoms.

god love's fucking embarrassing ── may grant pov [1.7k] ➡ may grant is so fucking done with buck's shenanigans. written for #summerofbuddie week 4: canon rewrite.

when crypt doors creak and tombstones quake ── evan buckley x eddie diaz [6.5k] ➡ a 'haunted mansion'-inspired au written for #summerofbuddie week 7: alternate universes. multi-chapter, incomplete.

are there edges of your soul i haven't seen yet? ── evan buckley x eddie diaz [2.1k] ➡ eddie is a detective and buck is the new medical examiner who leaves him absolutely flustered. written for #summerofbuddie week 7: alternate universes.

hold me like we're going home ── evan buckley x eddie diaz ➡ in which buck fosters a teenage girl and together they start to heal. multi-chapter, incomplete.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬.

fight or flight ── poe dameron x solo!reader [1.6k] ➡ you and poe have never seen eye-to-eye. most days, you wonder if you ever will.

beautiful ghosts ── star wars [series masterlist] ➡ nearly thirty years after the empire’s fall, something darker has risen in its place. helmed by a monster who makes puppets out of lost, broken boys, the first order seeks to crush the galaxy once and for all  ━━  and the resistance, led once again by general leia organa and her wife, colonel ashka cybele, will stop it by whatever means necessary. if that means sacrificing their children, then that is what they must do. multiple x ocs. a sequel trilogy rewrite.

𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 ���𝐡𝐨.

in the light ── the doctor x oc [series masterlist] ➡ the doctor doesn't believe in lost causes. fox is determined to prove them wrong.

[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.

[adulting-sucks]

It’s soooooo good! I can’t wait for it to come out!!!

Y’all….. I mighta accidentally finished chapter 6 of Blinded By The Fog. Was not my intention tonight. Stay tuned. Currently in the hands of @adulting-sucks for edits. Likely be posted by this time tomorrow night.

[gremlin-girly]

Sun, Sea and Sirens Collection

Hello there! Welcome to the Siren!AU collection 🐚

What originally started as a one shot from @steviebbboi 's wonderful 200 writer challenge inspired a whole BUNCH of ideas.

All the fics are 18+ and come with their own warnings (and some will be dark!). You have have noticed not all fics are listed with who is a siren, that's because it will be a surprise until the fic comes out ;)

Some fics will have more than one part but don't hold me to it.

These are Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters too, and will be added to their collection (which you can find before the cut). Any requests or asks about this collection, or stories in this collection, are greatly appreciated!

Maybe I need a lore companion for this au? Who knows

Note: these aren't in any particular order!

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

Masterlist | Navigation | C.E and S.S Collection

Ionian Sun

Siren!Ari x f!human!Reader

Bubbles

human! Jake Jensen x Siren!f!reader

Cold, Dark Waters

Curtis Everett x f!reader

Sea Shell

Pre-serum! Steve Rogers x f!reader

Angelfish

Lloyd Hansen x f!reader

Lady of the Lake

Ransom Drysdale x f!reader

Blood in the Water

Steve Kemp x f!reader