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biggirllifestyle · 2 years

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Lost Charms

Summary: Prince Charming isn't as charming as you had thought him to be.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC

Words: 1k+

Warnings: Steve Rogers is a huge asshole, Angst.

A/N: I've been out of the game for a while but I can't believe I wrote the kind of like angst, also this is kind of a blurb for a bigger plot that I haven't decided if I'm actually gonna write so hopefully it works out.

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Steve stood next to you his hand laced in yours as you buzzed up to your roommate, you could have easily opened to door with your keys but buzzing up was a telltale sign for each other that you had arrived safely. It only took a few seconds before you were buzzed in, Steve's hand was still holding on as he followed you inside he made no indication that he was waiting on you to invite him up and you felt yourself grow warm at how different he was from the other guys you've ever dated.

“I’m really glad you agreed to go out with me tonight,” Steve said his smile was soft and he seemed to take a step closer his thumb grazing over your knuckles, “I think this has been the most fun I've had in such a long time, I feel like this was the first time I was able to be myself.”

He leaned forward until he was practically towering over you his hand reached up to caress your cheek, a blush spreading across your cheeks as you stared up into his eyes and you couldn't help but melt at how blue they were with just a hint of brown in them. Just as you were about to lean in to kiss him the ding of the elevator broke your trance, you stepped away from him looking back to see who had interrupted your moment. What you hadn't expected was Kate an enraged look across her face, a stony-faced Yelena just a few steps behind her, the moment you were within Kate's reach she yanked you away from Steve as she shoved you behind her. Yelena caught you as you stumbled, you were shocked by her attitude so different from earlier today before you could even ask what was wrong Kate shoved her phone into Steves's face.

“What is this?” She hissed out, her words covered in venom that even made you flinch you've only heard Kate use that tone with one other person and that was her mother, so for Kate to be reacting this way whatever was being displayed on her phone must have been serious.

You glanced up to gauge Steve’s reaction but his expression was closed off nothing that gave away that he was affected by what he was being accused of. Kate was still tense her hand shaking where she was gripping her phone tightly her knuckles pale white. She repeated herself her voice much firmer than before and you couldn't help the way panic began to bubble up deep within your belly as you imagined the worse.

“Kate, what's going on?” You tried to hold her hand but it was like it had been super-glued to her side, “You're scaring me.”

That seemed to have done it, as she finally glanced back at you she sucked in a deep breath her gaze snapped back at Steve her glare full of hatred. Yelena had not made any move to get involved which was a little alarming because most times she was first in taking the lead when confronting someone and looking back at her you could see that her gaze was sharp as she stared at the situation. Kate moved to hand you her phone when Steve’s hand shot up to stop her, an intense stare-off commenced until she ripped her hand away with a snarl, handing you her phone where a convo was displaced.

The moment you made sense of what was being said you couldn't help but feel sick, displayed on Kates's phone was a group chat consisting of messages from Steve and his friends as they made a bet on who could ask out the ugliest of woman. Bile rose in your throat as you got to the part where Steve declared victory after you had agreed to go on a date with him as he stated his reasons on why you were the ugliest of them all and apparently they had no shame on nicknaming you, Ms. Piggy.

You felt like your lungs were about to constrict as your vision wavered, you looked up at Steve who was now sporting a look of distress.

“I can explain,” He choked out, “Please let me explain.”

You scoffed, tears were threatening to spill and you felt like you were seconds away from passing out but you choked out your next worst with as much venom as you could muster.

“I don’t need an explanation from you, it's very clear that this was just a cruel stunt you and your buddies wanted a big laugh about. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but I want you to stay as far as possible away from me,”

Steve looked hurt by your words and you couldn't help the flare of rage at his reaction when your whole world felt like it was falling apart. You turned away your body feeling overstimulated as the last few moments kept replaying, Kate had already cached up with Yelena throwing furtive glances to make sure you were still following. You knew you shouldn’t, you knew you should fight it, but you glanced back at Steve who was still staring after you with a heartbroken look plastered across his face, you paused before entering the elevator and hesitated a few moments. You hesitated before turning back to face him a flicker of courage emerged, at this point, it was too late for you to hide your tear-streaked face from him but you didnt care.

“You know for a second I really did think that you were nothing like the villain people painted you out to be,” You paused swallowing the lump that was forming. “ But it seems that I was wrong.”

Steve let out a few tears at your words stepping forward with a hand extended towards you.

“Please!” He pleaded.

You turned away from him, and as the elevator door closed behind you his footsteps echoed as he ran towards you until you finally he was shut out.

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Pawprints

A/N: My brain is used and rotten by all my professional knowledge at this point in time, so I’m resetting with some good, old fanfiction. It’s the cure all, and I will die on this hill. Prompt: “There’s blood everywhere.”

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Pairing: Chris Evans x plus sized!Reader

Contains: language, mentions of SMALL injury to Dodger (PROMISE IT’S BARELY A THING), Vetenarian!Reader, flirty Chris, smidge of angst, a lot of fluff

W.C.: 3.000

Pawprints

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, when you moved to a small town just outside of Boston to take over the veterinarian position; at any rate, you were here and it was the quietest job, you’d ever had in your entire life. Mrs. Robinson came in once a week with her poodle, because she convinced herself it was limping (it was not, nor was it the time before that), Mr. Ericsson came in with his parrot, because he needed you to make it stop swearing (it did not, but the parrot did get worse at it) and all in all, you didn’t do much. It was still only a month since you moved to Boxford, and you had wanted the quiet of the small town. It fit you perfectly after a shitty breakup and a shittier job. The quiet of your small home on the outskirts of the town, the living room facing the lake and the forest around it – you might have a shit-ton of handiwork on front of you, because the cabin was overgrown, falling apart at the seams and your foot had gone through a hole in the kitchen floor more times than you could count, but it felt like home.

You sighed and placed the last of your cups in the cupboard, finally emptying the last box – it was a relief to finally be done, especially in the sweltering heat. You felt like you could swim in the amount of sweat, your body had produced; another wonderful aspect of being a bigger girl. You glanced at the clock and decided that it wasn’t late enough to call it a night, and the fact that you hadn’t actually seen more of the town other that the supermarket, your practice and your home, made up your mind to at least see something from the town.

The walk to town wasn’t too long, and the warm evening air felt comfortable on your skin as you trekked through small and narrow streets, the soft noises of the day winding down and the evening kicking in, surrounding you. The town was small and quaint – it was pretty, with soft lights from the streetlights flooding the sidewalk leading to the post-office, while people walked to and from the grocery store, the small restaurant and the park, families hauling blankets and children in their hands. You smiled at them and waved politely at them – your eyes scanned the town square and they landed on a sign to the only bar in town. Perfect.

You stepped inside, the smell of beer and peanuts flooding your senses, and you walked straight to the bar, ignoring the stares that followed you. New people in a small town were bound to draw a few eyes. The bartender smiled politely at you. “What can I get you, doc?” you laughed a little under your breath. “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet.” “Same difference here.” He winked at you. “What will it be?” “Double whiskey, please.” He nodded and pulled down a bottle from the top shelf, before he winked at you. “You deserve the top shelf-stuff. Don’t worry, no extra charge.” You chuckled and gratefully took the glass from him. Another voice sounded from your left. “Hey, Henry, can I have whatever beer is the coldest?” It sounded familiar. You turned your head a little and almost threw up. Holy shit. Blue eyes locked in with yours, and a soft smile played on his lips. “Hi.” You gulped and tried to fix the sudden dry spot in your throat. “H-hi.” You stuttered. The bartender placed a cold beer in front of him, and turned to you. “Don’t worry too much about it, that’s the general reaction he gets from anyone under the age of 60.” You both laughed at that, and he turned to you fully, extending his hand to you. “Chris.” You nodded. “Kind of knew that.” You grabbed his hand and shook it. It was warm and slightly rough. “I’m Y/N.” “Oh, shit, you’re the new veterinarian, right?” He asked, letting your hand go and grabbed his beer. “Yup.” “Can I ask why on earth you moved here? It’s… Uhm…” he trailed off and you didn’t miss the way his eyes zeroed in on your lips as you licked them. “Uneventful?” He nodded. “Uh, well… I guess I needed it. Besides, it was my old teacher who ran the practice here, and I was pretty close with him, so it seemed perfect for me to take over.” You shrugged. “I have to know though, what you’re doing here? I thought you were a big-city-boy?” He chuckled. “I used to be. I needed the freedom a little, after both L.A. and Boston, I guess. I like to be able to walk Dodger around without having a camera or five in my face.” “That makes sense.” He smiled at you. “Where did you move in? I didn’t think there was any listings in town?” He took a sip, leaning against the bar. His bicep was bulging out of his tight t-shirt and it took you a moment to focus on talking. “Oh, there wasn’t. I actually moved into the lake cabin.” You said and grinned at his expression. “I know, yeah, it has… A few issues.” “Y/N, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it is literally a gust of wind away from collapsing.” You laughed along with him – you felt warm and slightly giddy, while also in awe that this man, this absolute God was talking to you willingly. “Maybe so. But I’m working hard to make it a little sturdier.” You said with a shrug. “It’s a little difficult with a small toolbox from IKEA, but I make do.” “Oh no, that won’t do. You at least need a powerdrill that can do something.” He said with a grin. “My powerdrill is perfect, thank you very much.” You finished your drink and stood. “I should get back, or Mrs. Robinson will be very upset with me tomorrow.” “Of course.” He grinned. “Uh… Can I, maybe walk you home?” he asked, and you were surprised by a soft blush on his cheeks. Without thinking about it, you answered. “Sure. I’m still a little lost on the trails, so…” “Cool. I’ll pay, hang on.” And with that, he paid for both of your drinks and left the bar together.

As soon as you were out of the town center, and the sidewalk turned to gravel under your shoes, you opened your mouth. “So you’re not… Like a serial killer or something, right? Who just uses fame as the best cover ever?” You asked, only halfway joking. He laughed hard, his hand flying to his chest. “No, I’m not, but I commend you for asking the question after we are out of eye and earshot, in the darkness and in the woods. Very good on survival-skills, Y/N.” “Damn, I didn’t even think about that.” You mused. “Well, can we just make a deal that you don’t kill me, then?” “Sure thing.” You walked a little while without talking, until he cleared his throat. “I, uh, I’m sorry if I seemed forward. It’s just a little rare that people my age shows up around here.” “You don’t even know how old I am. Or if I’m single.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “For all you know, I might be 45 and married with seven kids.” He chuckled. “That’s true. So… How old are you, and do you by chance have a husband and seven kids, I need to know about?” You shook your head. “No husband or kids. Thankfully dodged that bullet. And I’m 27.” “Oh wow, you’re younger than I thought you were.” He said quietly. “And what do you mean dodged that bullet? Kids or the husband?” “The husband. I’m not that young, Chris. Full adult here.” “Want to talk about it?” “My age? Pretty self-explanatory. See, I was born…” He laughed and you nudged his shoulder – well, more like his elbow, because he towered well above you. “Ha, ha, funny girl. No, the husband. Or lack of him.” You sighed. “I, uh…” Somehow, you found yourself pretty comfortable with him around, and it seemed as easy as it was talking to your friends back in the city. “Well, we were together for a long time. Almost five years. He proposed and took it back three months later, because he found someone else.” “Ouch.” “Not the worst part, if you can believe it.” You said bitterly. Your house was appearing out of the darkness. “He told me it was because I gained weight. I wasn’t… I don’t know, sexy, I guess, anymore. So, he found a blonde, tall and skinny model-type, who doted on him. More than I did, anyway.” “Holy shit, he’s a douche.” Chris said, stopping dead in his tracks. “I mean, I barely know you and I think you’re a catch.” You felt your cheeks heat up. “Thanks, but you don’t have to say that. I’m pretty used to…” “I’m not saying it out of pity. Seriously, I… Okay, so… You can ask Henry and he’ll tell you I never willingly talk to anyone. You kind of drew me in. He’s a douche, your ex, Y/N.” You scoffed. “I wish I knew that five years ago.” You looked to your house. “Uhm, this is me. I guess I’ll see you around?” He nodded and sent you a boyish smile. “I guess you will. Goodnight, Y/N.” “Goodnight, Chris.” He turned to leave, gravel crunching under his feet, and something clicked inside of you. “Chris, wait!” You yelled after him and jogged to his side. He turned quickly to face you. “Give me your phone.” You asked, and he handed you it willingly. “Why?” He asked, while you punched your number in and gave it back to him. “Uhm… Well, now you have my number. In case, I don’t know, you need some vet-assistance. You can call or text if there’s anything you need.” It was half true – you also just kind of wanted him to have your number. You grinned and he echoed your grin – his eyes lit up even under the cover of darkness. “Well.. Thank you, Y/N. Sleep tight, honey.”

When you laid down in bed, you saw your phone light up with a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Just in case you need the powerdrill. 😉

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It was only two days later, after you had already dozed off, when your phone rang, and Chris’ name lit up your screen. You answered groggily. “I know I said anything you need, but it’s a little late…” you mumbled, rubbing sleep from your eyes. “It’s Dodge.” His voice was panicked. “I don’t know what happened, I don’t… He’s, God, I let him out, and there’s…” He was panicked, that’s for sure. You could hear how shallow his breaths were, and all traces of sleepiness disappeared from your body. You sat straight up and fumbled for your lights, turning them on and quickly throwing your sweatpants and a hoodie on. “Y/N, please, there’s blood everywhere.” “Okay, hay, it’s alright. I’m on my way, okay? Is his breathing normal?” You asked, putting him on speaker to throw your hoodie on. “Yeah, I… yeah, I think so. He’s limping.” You nodded. “Okay, Chris, I need you to text me your address. I’ll drive to you as fast as I can, okay? Make sure he tries to drink some water, and keep an eye on him to see if he gets sleepy.” “Ye-yes, yeah, okay.” He hung up and you practically jumped into your sneakers and out into your car, praying that the piece of shit would start. It did, and you put your phone in the cupholder, GPS on and found the address he had texted you.

You knocked on his door – the big door that belonged to the big house with the other side of the forest behind it – with your go-bag over your shoulder. He opened quickly. “Thank you so much!” His eyes were wide, and he looked just about ready to cry. “Yeah, no problem. Where’s the best boy?” You asked, toeing your shoes off. “In here.” He led you through his hallway to the living room (which was beautiful and kept in neutral colors, with dashes of forest-green added here and there) and your eyes found Dodger immediately. He was laying on the floor next to the fireplace, pawprints of dried blood around him. “Hi, buddy. It’s nice to meet you, yeah?” You slowly extended your hand and he leaned against it, allowing you to scratch him behind the ear. “I had hoped it would be in a different way, but nonetheless…” You let your bag fall to the ground gently, and turned your head to Chris, who was biting his nails. “Chris, can you go and get two clean towels and wet them both?” He nodded and rushed to what you presumed was the kitchen. “Alright, Dodge, what’s up with you, huh? Scaring your dad like that…” You chuckled when his tail wagged. “At least your mood is good.” You looked at his eyes and felt his nose. “Buddy, I’m going to check you, okay? I promise I’ll be good if you don’t bite.” He woofed gently and you took it as a sign of goodwill, and began slowly inching your fingers through his fur, around his neck, down his tail and finally, his paws. “Ah, there’s the culprit.” You mumbled to yourself, and Chris knelt next to you with the towels. “Can you give him one of them to just suck on? Sometimes it’s calming to them, and we’re making sure he’s getting fluids.” He nodded and followed your instructions. “He was outside?” You asked, feeling Dodger’s hindleg. “Yeah, I… I don’t know what happened. It wasn’t more than a minute, and I just looked down and there was blood…” he drew a deep breath and you smiled reassuringly at him. “Dodger is going to be just fine. He got cut by something, see?” You held the paw up, and sure enough, a gash was at the bottom – it wasn’t too deep, and wouldn’t require stiches, because it had already stopped bleeding. “Oh, thank God.” Chris closed his eyes and exhaled a shaky breath. “Thank you. I always panic when something happens to him, and I just…” You shook your head. “it’s fine. It’s what I’m here for, remember?” You smiled softly at him. “But we’re not totally in the clear yet. I need to clean the surface of it, and I need to give him a shot, just in case.” Chris paled. “I promise, it’s fine and he won’t even notice me giving him the shot.” “Honestly, it’s not him I’m worried about. It’s me. I hate needles.” He confessed and you laughed a little, nuzzling Dodger’s fur. “Aren’t you covered in tattoos?” You asked, while searching your bag for the necessary things. “Yes, but I don’t see the needle there.” “Ah.” You worked fast and fixed the shot quickly. “Okay, then do me a favor, okay?” He nodded. “I need you to just hold and cuddle Dodge while I give the shot. Don’t look at it, okay, just keep your eyes on me.” “That won’t be a problem.” He said quickly and blushed. “Wow, flirting, are we?” You joked. “Not that I mind.” You added quickly. “I would hope not. I mean… It’s kind of hard not to look at you, have you seen yourself lately? Gorgeous.” He chuckled and held Dodger’s head in his lap. “Okay, just… keep your eyes on me, okay?” You blushed and began stroking a spot on Dodger near his stomach, that made him visibly relax and quickly gave him the shot. He didn’t react at all, and was being a very good boy, even when you cleaned the gash with antibacterial wipes. “Good boy, Dodger!” You praised and both he and his owner seemed happy to receive the praise. “I got you something, boy…” You fumbled for a moment and pulled out one of the surefire winners in the treat-book and gave it to him after Chris nodded to you, agreeing. Dodger took it happily and trotted off in no time, barely limping. Chris fell back against the backside of the couch, closing his eyes.

“Seriously, thank you. I don’t even know what to say other than that.” “No worries, I am here to help.” “I wonder what he stepped on.” “I can help figure it out with you tomorrow?” You suggested with a nervous smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He smiled, and you moved to sit next to him, shaking slightly. “I hope it’s not too much, but, uh… Do you think you can stay for a little while? Just to make sure he’s good?” You nodded. “Of course. Anything.”

And that’s how you spent the night. You moved from the floor and the backside of the couch to actually sitting in the couch after a while, talking easily with him, and flirting even easier – he made you feel safe and comfortable, as you talked and laughed until the sun came up. You talked about everything and nothing, and he was not shy from flirting with you, which you weren’t one to not return tenfold to him.

“You know, we should go find whatever he cut himself on.” Chris said with a slightly hoarse voice. You had talked through the night. “Yeah, and I should get home after. I have a giant hole in my kitchen, I need to fix.” You said, standing up. “I mean… We could come with you? I’m real’ handy, miss.” You laughed. “And Dodger is a pro at finding spiders, so you’ll be spider-free and hopefully hole-free.” Dodger wagged his tail and woofed gently.

How could you say no to that?

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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 8 months

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🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🎧Bless my current muse...🎧

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

Masterlist is under the Cut...

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

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

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach.

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: 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.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: 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.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

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)

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Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

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Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

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Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

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anjaelle · 1 year

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All protagonists are black! Please be sure to read content warnings before proceeding. As always my inbox is open for any questions/suggestions. Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in an update.

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Aaron Taylor Johnson

White Light* -- Ghost Romance, ATJ x Reader

Dave Lizewski One-Shots -- Mostly college/adult Dave. Tangerine One-Shots -- Standard warnings for drugs, smut, and violence. Count Vronsky x Socialite!Reader (Request) WIP: Bubblegum Bitch -- Dave Lizewski x Bimbo!Reader WIP: The Craft of the Muse -- Writer!ATJ x Singer! OFC

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Chris Evans (No longer writing for)

Koala-ing -- Fluff/Comfort, CE x Plus-Sized!Reader

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Danny Ramirez

Warped*: Part I, Part II -- Jake Seresin x Reader x Mickey Garcia

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Dev Patel

Wildflower -- Prince!Dev x Witch!OFC

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Glen Powell

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Henry Cavill

Flora -- Meetcute, Writer!HC x Reader

Heavy Weight -- Hurt/Comfort, Boxer!August Walker x Reader

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Jon Bernthal

The Girlfriend Experience** -- Frank Castle x OFC

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Oscar Isaac

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sagechanoafterdark · 2 years

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Afternoon Delight

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: language, fingering (f receiving), Ari's mouth, soft dom elements, porn without much plot, Ari Levinson (yeah he’s a warning)

A/N: A little bit of fun on Monday. Thank you to @iwantutobehapppier for reading this through on the first blush and spurring me on a little bit and thank you to the members on Smut Hub for helping me decide what to write for this quick and dirty. <3 This is also the first time I've written for Ari. So... be gentle. lolol

“Come on, Peach,” he coaxed over you, breath panting against the curve of your jaw. Sinful lips dragging against your flesh with each hot puff of breath, “You know what I want to hear.”

Mouth dropping open in a gasp you clung to Ari as he worked two long, thick, fingers in and out of your soaking wet core. How in god's name he expected you to string a coherent sentence together was beyond you, especially when his fingers did that twisting thing.

“Let me hear you,” he growled against the shell of your ear, twisting his digits against your walls as a wail broke past your lips. Ari’s fingers expertly finding the spot that always made you croon, “That’s it, fuck you're wet, Peach.”

Nails digging into his shoulders Ari’s weight pinned you down, the soft scratch of his beard over the sensitive skin of your neck making you writhe below him. Hips rolling, riding his hand as hard as you could, his thrusts increased, heel of his hand bumping against your poor sensitive clit. “Ari,” you whined, turning your head and trying to capture his lips.

“Already close for me,” he mused, soft lips brushing against your own in a teasing kiss. Slowing his pace you whimpered, his thick fingers dragging against your clenching walls, scissoring and stretching your poor pussy in the way that made tears of desperate pleasure prickle in your eyes. “You hear that,” he asked, teeth dragging against the curve of your jaw. “Hear how sloppy you are for me? So fucking wet. This pussy doesn’t want to let go, Peach.”

You moaned, the obscene sound vibrating through your chest and into Ari’s, encouraging him as your hips didn’t slow their gentle rocking. Drifting in that soft haze of pleasure as it sang through your veins until all you knew were the hard planes of Ari’s body cradled by your soft curves.

Ari withdrew his fingers, slapping a wet hand over your clit with an audible smack. You jolted, gasping with each strike before moaning loud as his fingers returned to their work.

“Fuck,” you cursed, head tilting down briefly seeing his wrist pressed tightly against your soft belly and mound. “Ari please.”

He hummed against you, tongue wet and sinful licking and nipping at your ear lobe, “I know you can beg better than that.”

Fingers thrust faster and faster.

Harder and harder.

A twist here and a jerk there.

Teasing you, bumping your clit and tapping against the spot inside that made you see stars.

“Kiss me,” you whimpered out, hips bucking against his hand and grinding as much as he would allow. “Kiss me, Ari please.”

Humming against your skin Ari’s lips found yours, pulling you into a bruising kiss of teeth and tongue. A dark chuckle sounding as you desperately thrust your tongue against his own, sucking and seeking more on instinct as he drew more and more out of your over wrought body.

“Good girl,” he praised, tongue licking against your gasping mouth as he pulled back.

“Please,” you whined. “Please Ari. I can’t–I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” he all but snarled against you, his eyes sharp as daggers and looking down into your own. “You’re going to cum on my fingers like the little slut I know you are. You’re going to be good right?”

You didn’t answer, mouth hanging open as new tears pricked your eyes, desperate and needy.

“Right,” he asked again, hand fisting into your hair and tugging a little.

“Yes,” you rasped, your back arching as the knot in your belly clenched down tighter. You were ready, wanting to please the man above you just as much as you needed the release. All that Ari had to do was pull the trigger.

Ari grinned down at you, pressing you closer in his grip. Arm slipping around your shoulders and tugging you violently against him, constricting you in the best of ways. There was nowhere else to go. “That’s it, Peach,” he cooed down at you, personifying that mix of light and dark. “Such a good girl for me, little pussy begging to be stuffed full.”

He hissed as his fingers dragged out slowly then back in with a squelch as he moaned above you, “Gripping my fat fingers so tight isn’t that right?”

Your mouth hung open in a loud moan as Ari kept you at the plateau of pleasure, every thought you could have had was gone. All of your attention going to the thrust of his fingers into you, the way he held you so tight and every filthy word dripping from those sinful lips.

Ari was overwhelming.

“You want me to give you permission? Is that it, Peach?”

Nodding fervently your fingers tangled helplessly into his hair, dragging his lips down to your own. Tongue licking and thrusting into his mouth, breath panting against his face as a desperate sound gurgled from your throat.

Smirking down at you a few long strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, soft pink lips bright with abuse grinning down at you, “Only if you beg for me, I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, use your words and I’ll let you cum.”

“Fuck, Ari,” you gasped out of frustration, voice barely above a whisper but it felt like a shout.

“Louder, Peach. Let ‘em hear you,” he growled, lips sucking and nipping at your throat.

“Ari no,” you whined, hips bucking against his fingers as they began to still at your defiance. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Then say it,” he hissed in your ear. "Who does this pussy belong to?"

"You, Ari," you rasped, hips bucking against him, “It's all yours! Please, please let me cum, Ari. I–I can't. I need it.”

Your mouth dropped open with a squeal as Ari added another finger, three deep into you, the stretch delicious and burning through your entire soul. Clawing at him, your fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders, hips bucking against the strength of his thighs as he kept you spread for him. Squirming and trying to get away but wanting to stay at the same time.

“What was that, Peach,” he teased, spreading his fingers inside of you as his pace picked up. “I didn't quite hear you.”

It was too much.

“Please let me cum, Ari,” you begged, voice desperate and eyes pleading as you continued to babble and ride his palm. “I’ll be so good. Please, I’ll be such a good girl for you Ari. I need it. Need you so bad. Fuck please!”

“Where, Motek? Where do you need it?”

Your hand shot down to his wrist, gripping him tight as he fucked you. “Here, here Ari. Fuck, my pussy needs it, need it bad.”

His breath fanned over your face as your eyes screwed shut and your legs trembled, “Right on the edge?”

“Yes.”

“You gonna cum for me.”

“Yes,” you dragged out, feeling your abdomen clenching in anticipation.

“Cum.”

Trembling you felt Ari’s finger thrust up into you one last time, pressing hard and fast against your walls, hitting that button he so masterfully controlled. You shook apart, body overwrought with pleasure as your walls spasmed around his fingers and gushing with release.

Ari continued to fuck you slowly, murmuring to you softly as a wrenching sob broke past your lips. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed against you, pressing hot kisses on your forehead and holding you close. “Did so good for me, Peach.”

Shivering against him, goosebumps prickled your skin as the chill of the room hit you. Ari leant down to kiss you, it was soft and slow. Sensual compared to the urgent filthy kisses of before, wiggling you felt the zipper of someone's coat dig into the flesh of your thigh and with a gasp everything came rushing into focus at once.

In the dark of your new friend and neighbors bedroom you’d come for her husband's birthday party you and Ari snuck away. You’d tried to let it go when you’d spotted your single cougar neighbor Diane began getting a little too friendly with your husband, but the casual pat against Ari’s chest as he nursed a beer was too much. Jealousy was hot in your veins when you’d first come into the guest room, the bed piled with coats. Coats you were currently lying on, oh no.

A hysterical giggle slipped from your throat as you looked up at Ari, the world fading back into focus for him as well as he buried his face against your throat and muffled his laughter.

“Do you think anyone heard us?”

The hopeful tone in your voice was met with a snort against your throat, “Are you kidding me? Peach, you moan like a fog horn.”

A balk of laughter escaped as your hand covered your mouth out of instinct, before he was pulling it away and pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Love you,” he hummed against your lips.

“Love you too.”

Before you knew it Ari was pulling you up to stand, brushing the hair from your eyes as you looked up at him and straightening out the soft floral sundress you’d worn to the party. You began to fix your hair as best you could when you heard Ari grunt from behind you.

“That’s a stain they’ll have a hard time explaining later,” Ari mused, looking down onto the pile of jackets and the enormous wet patch on several of the jackets.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, absolutely mortified and hiding your face in your hands.

Ari only laughed pressing a kiss to your temple before picking out your blue jean jacket and his own from the pile, “Alright let's go home, Peach. Want to get you into bed and take my time taking you apart.”

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bluemusickid · 2 years

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Total Devastation

Pairing: Devin Peters x Fem!Assistant Reader

Warnings: intense language, slightly degrading language, smut (p in v), fingering, slightly dub-con (powerplay), hate sex/hate fucking, slight choking mention/breathplay mention, pretty much shameless PWP at this point, 18+, minors DNI.

A/N: Ok so I saw the cameo and honestly, sans beanie, Cevans looks hot. Like hot. I dunno how well this'll be perceived but I saw the gifs and my eyes went straight to the ring clad hands and I was like 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 (this is more of me lusting over his hands than being a fangirl of like 60 seconds of screentime. Cameo Evans strikes again ig🙄) Anywayyyy, I hope you enjoy! (You'll probably not lolol) This is just me being extra horny on main, so yep. Have fun!!!!

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You humphed in irritation, as you stood in the Starbucks line for the umpteenth time. Your boss/pain-in-the-ass dictator changed his coffee order for the HUNDREDTH time this week, and he expected you to keep a track of all these changes. The barista looked at you, surprise registering in her eyes as she saw you again.

"I've never seen anyone love coffee as much as you." She said with a slight smile.

You gave her a wry grin. "It's for my boss. He has...varying tastes." You muttered, trying and failing to keep the distaste out of your voice.

She gave a knowing smile, noting down your order. "I guess we all have one to deal with in our life.", As she cast a glance towards a man, seemingly her manager, who was barking orders at a teenager who looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him up. You'll get used to it, kid. You thought to yourself, your mind briefly going to your own boss. Well, not technically your boss, just a part of your work. But a very significant and annoying part. Ugh. Better suck it up and get on with it.

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"I asked you to get a coffee from Starbucks, not grow coffee and grind it yourself." You heard him drawl from behind you. Cringing, you turn to him to hand him his weird beverage.

"There was a long queue at the coffee shop, I tried to hurry but-"

"I didn't ask for an explanation, sweetheart. Be better prepared next time."

You bristled, biting back your retort. You'd learnt a hard lesson that one time you sassed him and he made you stand outside the vanity van, in the freezing cold, with just a thin jacket as protection. You shuddered, remembering that terrible time, acting as a retardant to your ire.

"Will do. Is there anything else you want?" You asked through clenched teeth.

"Nothing for now sweets, but stick around cuz i'm sure to need something or the other in this shitty place."

You exited the trailer, heaving a huge sigh of release as you walked to catering. Just a few more weeks. A few more weeks, and you could quit this job brought to you straight from hell.

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You were on set the next day, watching him act his scene with his co-star. It was a romantic scene, with the leads getting hot and heavy before being interrupted by the girl's mother.

You saw him get into character, professing his live and affection for his love with an impassioned speech. You snorted. Fancy Devin believing in love. The word 'manwhore' in the dictionary probably had his face next to it.

As you watched the scene unfold, you couldn't help but admire his skills. Begrudgingly, you had to admit that he was a good actor. You watched on as he moved closer to the actress, pulling her to him by her waist. You didn't even realise when your thighs clenched, watching the erotic scene unfold. He kissed her like there was no tomorrow, lips moving over hers softly, yet with a ferocity that had your breath hitching. His lips moved to the column of her neck, his hands grazing her breasts gently. Briefly, you wondered how sex with him would be like. It would be explosive, you were sure. Those hands of his, rings adorning his fingers...you would be lying if you said they weren't a bit of a turn on. If only he weren't such a Grade A asshole. You might've even asked him out.

"Cut! Great shot!" The director boomed, the set buzzing with activity after the shot was finished.

You jumped at the sudden interruption, thankful for it to break you out of your wayward thoughts. Your eyes met Devin's, his mouth slowly quirking up in a salacious grin. You gulped, hoping he hadn't gotten the impression that you were blatantly daydreaming about him. The last thing you needed was him being even more inappropriate around you.

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Clearing out his trailer, you were thankful that he wasn't in there, especially after that weird moment. You prayed that he would stay out till you finished, because working with him would be unnerving, to say the least. Irritating, more like it, you smiled wryly. Two weeks, two weeks. And then you would be free.

"You certainly seem happy for someone who's been slacking off during work hours."

Fuck your luck. It really wasn't on your side. You couldn't take it anymore.

"I've done everything you've asked me to do, even clean your trailer. I don't see how that's called slacking off." Not that you would know what hard work is, you muttered under your breath, hoping he wouldn't hear, what with his nose buried in his phone.

You looked up to see his blue eyes flashing, not leaving yours. Taking a few steps towards you, he stood in front of you, close enough to hear your shallowest of breaths. He was too close.

"I heard that, sweetheart. I think you seem to be under the misconception that you can talk to me like that. I'm your boss, and talk like that? I can make sure that you don't fucking get hired in a 7/11, let alone a fucking movie set. Got that?"

You bristled, his high-handedness causing your temper to flare. Enough was enough. This wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it.

"I would rather work for the Devil than work for you any more. Not that there's much of a difference; the Devil would probably treat me better than you, with more benefits and a bit of respect!" You snarled, your voice raising with each moment passing.

His eyes flashed dangerously as he walked towards you, you backing away from him till you felt the wall hit your back. You tried moving away, but his hands caged you, his face an inch away from yours.

"Let. Me. Go." You muttered, gritting your teeth.

"Why'd you take up this job if you hate me this much, hmm?" He held your chin with his thumb and forefinger, bringing your eyes to his. They were darker, not flashing with anger but rather something else; something stronger.

"I don't have a rich dad; I actually have to work to pay my bills!" You seethed, as you jerked your head away, out of his grip, trying to move away. It was of no use, he stayed in the same position as before. No amount of money would make you stay with an narcissistic asshole like him.

"All that struggling, sweetheart; when we all know that a few hours ago, you were making eyes at me, practically begging me to fuck you."

Your eyes widened, whipping your head to his. Oh shit. He figured it out.

Gulping, you retorted, "You really need to get your head out of your ass. Not every woman wants to sleep with you. I was observing the scene, doing my job."

"Didn't know your job entailed ogling me, sweets." Moving closer, he touched his nose to yours, thumb grazing your lips.

Your lidded eyes and shallow breaths were not doing a very good job of masking your dislike for him. "In your dreams, Devin. I hate you."

You felt before you saw his right hand on your throat, the cool rings on his fingers a stark contrast to your heated skin. His touch was electric as he slightly increased his pressure, causing you to shudder against him. He saw the reaction and smirked, his lips mere centimeters from yours.

"Right back at ya, sweets." He muttered before his lips crashed on yours, a squeak escaping from your mouth as you tried to push away. You tried to avoid him, but your body won over. You wanted him. But you hated him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss till there was no space left. You went feral, trying to pour your anger and hatred into that one kiss, biting his lower lip till you were sure you left a mark. He pulled back, grinning wolfishly. "Savage, little minx." He kissed you again, your tongues meeting and intertwining, as he pushed his thigh between your legs, your core brushing up against his jean clad leg ever so slightly.

His hands trailed down your body, squeezing your breasts along the way. You gasped as his fingers molded your puckered nub as he bit down softly through the thin cotton. You groaned, your hands moving to hold onto his head. You were falling under his spell quicker than you anticipated. You wanted to stop this before it became real, but couldn't bring yourself to rid yourself of the delicious feelings he was currently evoking.

Those goddamned hands, the ones you'd found yourself staring at on more than one occasion, wondering how they would feel against your skin; were now making their way into your pants.

The rings he wore felt cool; cool enough to calm the burn you felt at your core. A fire that only he could douse. He pushed aside your panties, his fingers making their way to your core. You moaned as you felt him make his way through your folds, the cool metal stroking your engorged nub. He groaned as he felt you wet and wanting, mirroring how he was feeling, his pants getting tighter and tighter by the minute.

"So ready for me, sweetheart, so. fucking. wet. All that hate, all that fight is all for show, isn't it? You need my cock, don't you?" He asked, his voice scratchy with arousal. You pursed your lips, not willing to admit it. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, he needed you as much as you needed him at that moment. Probably even more. Reaching forward, you grasped his bulge through his pants, stroking him. He growled, pushing his erection into your hand. You stroked him more, increasing your tempo as he pushed himself further into your hold. You could feel him nearing his peak, which is when you pulled away your hand; leaving him hanging.

"Remind me again, who needs who?" You replied saucily, running a thumb over his gorgeous, plump bottom lip.

He growled, pulling your pants down in one sudden move as he buried himself to the hilt inside your wet heat. You gasped, grabbing his biceps as you both relished the feeling of being one.

He waited a moment before pulling out, only to thrust back in again, his cock hitting spots which you'd only read about before. You panted as he thrust into you, his rhythm unfaltering and punishing. Your leg hitched onto his hip, he pulled you down on his cock with a force that knocked the breath out of you, his lips mashing against yours with an intensity which matched his thrusts. Grabbing onto his hair, you tried to match his pace as you felt yourself getting closer to your peak; which he must've picked up on.

Pulling out, he spun you around and bent you over the desk in the vanity, pulling your pants off in one move. Leaving a smack on each exposed cheek, he ran his fingers over your puffy lips, swirling the wetness around as he dipped his fingers inside your intrepid heat. You moaned gutturally, the rings feeling heavenly against your walls. Pulling out his fingers, you heard him taste you as he smacked his lips.

"God, this pussy is fuckin' delicious, minx."

You heard him drop his pants, his thighs snug against yours as he ran his cock over your lips, before pushing inside again. This time, he didn't give you time to adjust; rather began where he left off. His hands gripped your hips tightly, as he dropped his weight on you, pinning you to the table. You couldn't escape the pleasure; it was weaving and bobbing through every crevice of your body. It was almost too intense, your feet on tiptoes as you tried wiggling away from him before the sensations got too intense. But it was of no use; it only served as an impetus for him to go harder and deeper.

"All this show of hate and pride, minx; when we coulda' fucked like this for the whole of the shoot."

"This pretty pussy, was made for me." He growled through clenched teeth.

Your wails were increasing in volume with each thrust, to the point where people could probably hear: but you didn't care. All you cared about was how you were hurtling towards your peak, your legs nearly losing sensation with how you were clenching. His hand moved from your hip to your shoulder, changing his angle so that he was now hitting your front wall square on. You screamed as you reached your peak, rather explosively, the burn and tingle moving through your veins and your body potent. Your walls clenched around him, grasping him tightly as he groaned, nearing his climax too. With a shout, he came inside you, his hot spend filling you up. He stayed inside as he dropped his head between your shoulders, you both trying to catch your breath.

You suddenly remembered where you where, mildly panicking about the situation. It was pretty stupid of you to do something like this on set, especially when anyone could just walk in.

Pushing yourself up, you pushed him off as you pulled on your underwear and pants, cringing at how wet you were. You could feel his spend drip onto your panties, a reminder of exactly how much you'd fucked up. You were about to walk out of the vanity when you felt his hand grab your wrist.

You turned around and faced him, bemused. The last thing you needed was him gloating about this, let alone facing him or making eye contact.

"Leaving so soon, minx? I thought you would've been jumping with joy, now that you've finally gotten what you wanted."

You raised your eyebrow at that, your irritation setting in at his cocky tone.

"Oh enough with that good girl act. You've been trying to fuck me since you took this job. Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted, you lucky minx." He grinned, with ill concealed mirth.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. "Like I said, get your head out of your ass. You wanted this more than I did, evidently, what with you jumping me. Face it, this is the first time someone's actually refused your advances, and the great Devin and his ego couldn't handle that. So you did the next best thing- rather, the only thing you could do. Whore yourself out."

He pursed his lips, clearly trying to rein in his anger as he watched you leave the vanity, banging the door on the way out. He couldn't let you get away with talking to him like this, thinking that you had the upper hand. As he allowed himself to cool down, a plan formed in his head.

He would make you pay.

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You reached home after an exhausting and quite frankly, emotionally draining day. But you thanked your lucky stars that in two weeks, you would be free. Free from the clutches of the Devil. To celebrate your freedom and your victory, you opened a good bottle of wine, planning to order Chinese, unwind a bit.

Your phone rang, it was Dinah, your department head.

"Hey, sorry to disturb you, it was kinda important."

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well as you know, we have our night-shoots coming up. I know you said that you weren't too keen on night shifts but it's kind of an emergency. Derek has a family emergency and can't report to work on time, and I need all hands on deck."

You sighed. Night shifts were the worst, but they picked up more money, sometimes double. And you could really use the extra money.

"What do I need to do?"

"Well, for starters, we have night shoots and also some re-shoots now, so your contract will be extended for another two weeks."

You nearly dropped your wine bottle. Another two weeks?!

"Umm...can't we-"

"Oh and also, Devin has asked you to be his PA for the time being. Apparently he was really impressed with your efficiency, and has personally requested for you."

The other shoe dropped as you realised: this was his doing. You bet all the money in your account that Derek had no family emergency.

"Isn't there someone else who can take my place with Devin? I mean, the costume department really needs a lot of help and-"

"I talked to Steph and she says that she can get someone to replace you, no biggie. So I'll see you next week, at 7PM. Byee!"

You made your way to the couch wearily, inwardly screaming at your bad luck. Deep down, you knew it was punishment. And that your victory was shortlived. Because apparently, Devin Peters always won.

Fucking jackass. Well, you would have to find a way to repay him for his generosity. And you hoped it would teach him a lesson. Smirking, you took a swig of your wine.

This should be fun.

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Lmaooo the ending was not my best, but oh well. It is what it is, ig. Hope y'all liked it, happy holidays!!

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simplystevies · 2 years

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my sweet angel

pairings || steve rogers x f!reader

summary || steve loved you so much, and he had to make sure everyone knew on your special day.

warnings || spoilers in the warnings 18+ minors dni, angst angst angst, hidden meanings, but they’re told after a while, death, funerals, steve blaming himself, hinting to suicide, but it’s not explicitly mentioned.

notes || i wish i could say this is a happy fic:)

word count || 645

“she was so beautiful. her smile could’ve taken me off my feet floating around her like one of those animations, where the guy is obsessed with the girl and floating around her, bathing in her scent.

she could shoot me, and i’d apologise. her soft voice was all i needed to wake me up in the morning. ‘hi, stevie.’ her voice was nothing short of perfect. i would’ve jumped in front of a train, just for her to look in my direction.

i was nothing short of obsessed with her. i think it's impossible for someone like her to walk this earth. she was one of a kind. the way she danced, the way she spoke, even the way she held a glass.

there wasn’t a detail i missed about her, i’m glad i didn’t. she was perfect. she was friends with everyone, i don’t think she had bad blood with anyone she ever knew. she was a good person.

i can’t get her out of my mind. every night i dream of a future with her. i know i sound like an insane stalker, but if you knew her like i did, you’d be the same. if you were with her as long as i was, you’d be the same.

the first day we met, she was instantly one of the best people i had met in a long while, and i don’t think i’ll meet anyone like her ever again in my entire life.

our first date was probably the most memorable, when we went to a small cafe, that became our usual. we went every thursday in the morning before we had a meeting, thursdays were meeting days.

surprisingly, it was not only our first date, but our first kiss too. her lips were soft, and tasted like cherries. even though she tasted sweet– no, i can’t say that. she told me she wanted kids, two to be exact.

she wanted a boy, to name him ezra, maybe dewie after her favourite scream character. then she wanted him to pursue any interest he wanted, spending thousands on him. she wanted a girl, her little princess.

she said i would’ve been a perfect fit for her perfect princess, i could protect her little girl from the cruel world out there, like how i protected her. i teared up on that day when she told me, and i still tear up now.

i liked how she felt safe with me, it made me feel like i was doing something right in the world, when everyone else told me i wasn’t. she was always there, if i needed a hug, or if i needed someone to talk to.

everyday i wake up and regret that i wasn’t there for her. when she needed me, i couldn’t be there, but she always went out of her way to be there for me. i stay up at night, and i can’t take the image out of my head.

it hurt me, seeing her like that, but i could never imagine how much it hurt her that i wasn’t there to help her. i had never seen her sad, this was completely new to me and i was too late.

i can’t sleep, i can’t get the thought of ‘what if..’ out of my head. what if i was there for her? what if i could’ve stayed up that small bit later? i can’t forgive myself for what i let happen. it hurts, but it won’t go away.” steve felt tears trickle down his cheek.

clint walked up to him, grabbing his arm. “it’s okay, come on.” he whispered. steve looked up from the page to see red faces from tears. he looked to his right, to see you.

your eyes were closed and your hands were over your stomach. “i failed her, clint, it’s all my fault.”

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sapphirefallschronicles · 1 year

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 13 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Livia asks Sy to join her to the benefit and thinks about prom night, more than eleven years ago.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Vague mentions of sex, but not too much.

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

Okay, I now have to fix that date for the benefit and preferably with Sy. Gosh, that lie just rolled right off my tongue, didn’t it? But, let’s be honest: me and Chris attending an event together? Sure, he was one of my greatest friends growing up and I really like having him around and–for what it’s worth–he is not too shabby to have right next to you, but why on earth would we go together, when there is a much better fit for him named Abigail Syverson?

My continuous knocking on the door of the Honey Bee Ranch finally pays off, because it opens after a good ten seconds and Sy leans in the doorway, appearing unamused. ‘You must have a very good reason to disturb me like that.’

I ignore the wit, knowing he doesn’t mean it. ‘You gotta come with me to the benefit.’

‘And why would I do that?’ he asks, crossing his thick arms in front of his broad chest.

‘Well, Chris is probably going with Abigail and I told him I’m going with you.’ I shrug and add: ‘So, now you have to come with me, otherwise Chris is gonna kill me for lying.’

‘So, because you were dishonest, I just have to go with you to the benefit?’

I nod. ‘Yep, you’re already getting the gist of it.’

He scoffs. ‘Bold of you to assume I have a suit to wear.’

‘I know you do,’ I tell him. ‘And otherwise, we can rent one for you. I found a place not too far from here and you can rent there, even on such a short notice.’

‘Crap,’ he mutters. ‘Now I can’t say no.’

‘So… Does that mean you’re coming with me?’ I hopefully ask.

Sy nods. ‘I guess so.’

‘Great! It’s gonna be like all our homecoming dancings and prom.’ Realizing what I just said, I clear my throat. ‘Well, you know what I mean.’

Sy scratches the back of his neck, sharing the same uneasiness as me. ‘I know what you mean,’ he says. ‘Well, Liv, I do have a suit. I’ll pick you up in the truck or do you prefer something fancier?’

‘The truck would suffice. I’ll text you the details later on.’ I break out in a smile and say: ‘Thank you, Sy. I owe you one.’

He shakes his head. ‘No, Liv, this is what friends do. We’re there for one another.’

‘I also need another favor.’

‘And what’s that?’

‘Can you drive me? I have to buy a dress.’

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You can say about Sy what you want, but he is a good sport. Without muttering or sputtering, he got the car keys and drove me to the store I had in mind. It was an hour drive, but he didn’t mind. I guess he always really liked driving. I knew my way around here in Sapphire Falls, back when I was younger and Dottie took me out for driving sometimes, but I haven’t driven a car in so long. Besides me never liking it, I also live in New York City.

Feel like I don’t need to further expound on that one.

Together with Sy I walk into the store and let out a deep sigh as I stare at the amounts of clothing. ‘Do you think I should’ve brought Abigail with me?’ I ask.

Sy scoffs. ‘You couldn’t have thought of that an hour earlier?’

‘Well, you didn’t say anything either.’

He smirks. ‘True. Okay, come on, let’s make this quick. Max three dresses for you to try on.’

At first I want to strangle him for suggesting something so outrageous, but I think three dresses is enough. Besides, having a defined idea of what to do here is probably the best way to go. ‘I came prepared,’ I say, ‘because I already brought some shoes.’ I fish the heels out of my bag and hold them. ‘They’re black,’ I say, as if Sy can’t see that, ‘so, they’ll fit mostly everything.’

Sy holds one in his hands and examines them. ‘These are high.’

‘Yeah, and I am short,’ I tell him. ‘Come on, I have to compensate. You are gonna be my plus one and knowing us, we’re gonna hang out with the other giants named Abigail and Chris.’

He smiles. For a second I’m lost in those eyes, in that smile and his handsome features, but I quickly shrug it off and look through the racks of clothing. Nothing is good enough. It’s either too casual, too royal or borderline cosplay and that was not the look we were going for.

But I grabbed two dresses, a red one and a green one. I first try on the red and when I have put on the heels, I look at myself in the mirror.

Oh no…

This isn’t good.

‘Are you gonna show me something?’ Sy impatiently asks, who has taken a seat outside of the changing rooms.

‘No,’ I say. ‘The red one is no good.’

‘Show it to me, Liv.’

‘No, it’s horrendous.’

‘It can’t be that bad.’

I pull the curtain to the side and show him what I’m wearing. ‘You still think that?’

Sy doesn’t want to, but he still bursts out into laughter. The collar and sleeves didn’t look too bad on the hanger, however now that I’m wearing it, I feel like doctor Quinn is gonna barge in the store any minute now to rip the dress off me. ‘That is not good,’ he says.

‘Don’t laugh too hard,’ I mumble, though I have to chuckle too. ‘It’s horrible.’

‘Well, let’s hope the green one is better.’

I hide in the changing room again and after nearly breaking my neck because I tripped in the very tight space, I somehow managed to slide into this other dress.

Oh.

This is a look. The tiny cut outs near the waist line really show off my middle and despite the dress being knee length, the high slit on the side doesn’t make it look frumpy.

I turn around in the mirror and realize I have a great ass in this too!

This dress fits like a glove and that in a little boutique. Is this how people feel when they hit the jackpot? I open the curtain again and walk out. ‘And?’ I ask, as I make a little pirouette.

Sy blinks his eyes, before I see him scanning the entire dress and therefore me. ‘Wow.’

‘Is that a good wow?’

‘More than a good wow,’ Sy notes, getting up from the chair to stand next to me. He holds out his arm and I hook mine though it. ‘You sure you wanna show up with me by your side for the benefit?’ he asks.

‘Absolutely,’ I say, leaning my head against his arm. ‘I’d love that, Sy.’

He can’t help but smirk. ‘Good, me too.’

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Prom was probably one of the most highly anticipated moments of my life. Doing my hair and make-up with Abigail and her mom Dottie, then putting on the red dress I had bought with them. It were moments like this I cherished forever. After Dottie pulled an Abigail and took a lot of pictures, we went to school. Chris and Abigail in Chris’ fixer up. Sy and I in his truck.

But when we arrived at school, Chris and Abigail quickly disappeared, but I never lost track of Sy. The crowd was getting too much and too packed and being my height, therefore unable to oversee it all, I wanted to walk back, however Sy placed his hand in between my shoulderblades, causing me to look up. ‘I’ve got you, Liv.’

Four words, but it was enough to send my heart into overdrive.

My prom was mostly spent with Sy and because I couldn’t persuade him to join me on the dance floor, we remained wallflowers for the majority of the night and to be fair, that was all I really cared about. I liked being around Sy and to be his moral support for events like this–which he absolutely despised–was the least I could do.

And after prom, we went home. We had a lot of dances in the past and it usually ended in us going back to the ranch. Chris however went home, because he had a basketball game the next day and it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to just assume Abigail was staring at the pictures she had taken that night. Because the ranch was big and had a lot of rooms, I slept in one of the guest bedrooms, where I took off all my make-up and the dress. I stared at it for a while, as it was draped over the chair and the last reminder I had of prom night.

I went to the kitchen for one more glass of water, only to see Sy also standing there. ‘Hi,’ I said, causing him to look up. ‘What are you doing here?’

He simply shrugged, before he suggested: ‘Want to come with me?’

‘Where to?’

‘You know how my dad and I were building that shed near the lake?’ he asked. ‘I finished it the other day. I just hadn’t gotten around to show it to you just yet.’

I peeked through the window, realizing how dark it was.

‘It’s not too cold out,’ Sy said, as if that was what I was worried about. ‘So you can just go in your pj’s.’

Knowing with the aftermath of prom still buzzing through my veins, I would not fall asleep anytime soon, I nodded and together we walked into the dark night. I held onto Sy’s arm, not wanting to lose sight of him.

The shed was absolutely beautiful. I remembered clearly when Bernard and Sy were working on it, but after the death of Bernard, Sy hadn’t picked up on working on it. He probably found the willpower to do so again.

‘It’s like a little house,’ I said, as I plopped on the bed. ‘You can rent it out.’

‘I’m probably not gonna do that. I… It’s nice to have my own place so to say.’ He sat next to me on the bed. ‘Liv, I had fun tonight.’

‘Really? You frowned like ninety nine percent of the time.’

‘That’s my default state,’ he retorted. ‘Thought you knew by now.’

I chuckled. ‘Well, thank you for tonight. For the corsage, for the tie that matched my dress and actually mustering up a smile for the picture.’

‘I hope mom’s reflexes are good,’ he joked, ’because that smile was very brief.’

I stared at his handsome face, his jawline more prominent than last year, though I still saw some of the softness left. ‘Maybe we should go back.’

‘Maybe.’

However we both didn’t move. I saw Sy’s eyes descend from my eyes to my lips.

‘We can also stay here,’ I suggested in a hoarse tone.

Sy nodded and told me he would lock the door of the shed. I scooted back on the mattress and snuck underneath the thin covers. I stared at my best friend, as he was locking the door and checking the windows. The moments I got to spend with him were going to be scarce as time went on. Sure, we still had time left before I would officially depart for college and it’s only then I have to say my goodbyes to him, but that doesn’t change the fact I was going away and he was staying here in Sapphire Falls.

I had lived my life here, got used to the people here and I knew he was always there for me.

Sy walked over to the bed, got underneath the covers as well and I didn’t even have to think about curling up against his strong and protective frame. I placed my head against his chest, wrapping my arm around his waist.

‘High school is almost over,’ I whispered. ‘Do you think we’ll be people who peaked during high school?’

‘Maybe I will be, but you can never be,’ Sy said, as he played with my fingers. ‘You’re going to conquer the world, show everyone what an amazing writer you are.’

I looked up and smiled. ‘Is the farm going to be your forever home, Sy?’

‘I can’t leave this behind,’ he said. ‘Besides, there is a community college not too far from here. I bet I can learn a thing or two there. If I want.’ The second those words left his lips, he chuckled. ‘Well, you know me: I suck at school. I am probably never going back.’

‘You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for,’ I said. ‘You’ve got so much to offer.’

He let out a sigh. ‘I’m going to miss you.’

‘I’ll miss you too.’

And then it happened. Usually I would insist on us being friends and solely friends, however now I couldn’t. Not when I felt his lips on mine. It was so different than the first times we kissed, because then I stopped us.

I didn’t want us to stop now.

Our kiss deepened and I allowed my body to melt against his. His hand carefully touched my lower back, as it had slipped underneath my pajama shirt.

He rolled me on my back, as he was on his side next to me, not once letting our lips depart from one another. His lips descended to my nape, his hand resting in the dip of my waist. My lips were burning, desperate for more of these types of kisses. My skin was on fire, because of his touch, from both his lips and his calloused hand.

A shaky exhale left my lips, causing Sy to look up. ‘You alright?’

I nodded. ‘I’m okay,’ I whispered. ‘Are you?’

Now it was his turn to nod. He leaned closer to give me another kiss. Sy carefully rolled on top of me, as he kneeled between my legs. He made sure he wasn’t smothering me underneath his large frame, leaning on one of his strong arms.

All the things I usually would do–telling him this wasn’t a good idea, how we were just friends and what not–were all forgotten.

We made out for who knows how long, his shirt disregarded and I allowed my hands to wander over his strong upper body.

Sy carefully let his fingers caress my skin, as his hands were still underneath my shirt. For the longest time, I never thought I’d ever kiss him again, but his lips were attached to mine.

Our lips parted, his forehead resting against mine. His hot breath tingled against my lips. For seconds we didn’t speak, not a word was exchanged between us.

What did I want to say to him? Stop? I want this?

I had no idea.

Everything he did was careful, well thought out. I never wanted him to stop, but deep down I knew that friends didn’t do this.

I whispered: ‘What are we doing?’

‘I’m not sure.’

He was sure. I was sure. We both were.

I pulled him closer, his lips fell perfectly against mine and I said: ‘Do you want this?’

‘With you I do,’ Sy said. ‘What about you, Liv?’

I nodded carefully. ‘With you I want this too.’

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We didn’t speak about the elephant in the room. That was quite the achievement, considering us just losing our virginities to one another on prom night, was probably the biggest elephant ever. We stared at the ceiling after I put on his shirt, since I was a shivering mess. I turned to my side, placing my head on his bare chest as I held his hand in mine. His lips pressed a featherlike kiss on my fingers.

‘Sy,’ I whispered. ‘I am leaving in a month.’

‘I know.’

‘I want us to remain friends. No matter where I am.’

‘I want that too.’

I craned my neck to look up and when our eyes met, he smiled.

‘What’s up?’ he asked me.

I leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, before I whispered: ‘I love you, Sy.’

At first I thought he didn’t hear it, but then he said: ‘I love you too, Liv,’ before giving me one last kiss.

And after that, we never spoke about it again. We never said those words to each other. We went back to how it was pre-prom.

Like it never happened.

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funfickgirl22 · 2 years

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The purple box of secrets.

Chris Evans x neighbor reader.

words: 821

What happens when your big secret is revealed to your celebrity crush?

Boston. Suburbs, late autumn. It wasn’t a really good idea to move to a different country when it gets colder every day. You were lifting heavy boxes to your little house that your employer has rented for you. Many people have told you that your celebrity crash Chris Evans lives nearby. Wouldn't that be funny if you're going to meet him one day? You were daydreaming when you have heard someone swearing next to your car. You looked through the window and saw Christopher Evans in flesh. How this is possible?

You opened the door and saw your favorite actor lying on the ground between the storage boxes you have unloaded just a minute ago.

“Shit, I shouldn't leave the boxes there. Are you ok? "

“I am fine, thanks. Sorry for the mess, I was trying out my new bike and lost my balance. I am Chris. "

"Y / N nice to meet you." You helped him get up, you wanted to laugh that the mature man cannot ride his bike.

"You want to laugh, I understand, I am pathetic." Chris blushed, looking around, searching for the escape.

“Hey listen, no judgment here, don't you think you should start with the training wheels?

"Haha, hilarious." Chris was happy that you have an amazing sense of humor. He smiled and then he asked:

“Are you my new neighbor, let me help you with the boxes?"

“Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt your training? "

"Let’s go, don’t mention it."

Chris stayed with you for over an hour, moving furniture, tidying up. He really wanted to get to know you. You were in the kitchen preparing snacks when Chris has found a little purple box with an open lid. He knew he doesn’t want to validate your privacy but was curious what was inside. It was a pile of paper, your fan fiction stories from the time when you were at school. It was all in English, even though it wasn’t your first language. Evans took a few pages and put them into his pocket, knowing he will need to put them away soon.

When he read it, he was hooked up in the story. You were writing down your fantasies about the guy named Chris. Was it a chance it was him? You didn’t look like a crazy fan to him. Once he will put the pages back in your box, he will try to figure it out.

In the next few months, you spend nearly every day with Chris, there were weeks when he was away for his work, it wasn't that often. One day, you have received the wonderful news that someone wants to publish your book, which you submitted for the competition a few weeks ago. You want to share the news with your new best friend Chris, but it means you need to tell him your secret.

Chris has arrived at your place at 7 pm, bringing pizza and a few bottles of cider. You were sat quietly for the most of the evening, listening to Chris and his crazy stories. Evans had enough, seeing, you are hiding something.

“OK Y/N, spill it out, why are you so quiet? "

"That" day of the month. "

"You are lying."

"OK ... I've got a book deal, and I am freaking out"

Chris was so happy for you, he lifts you and spines you around. You were so happy being in his arms, maybe for the last time.

"That’s great news, I have read your work, you are very talented, no surprise that they gave you a deal." After finishing the sentence, Chris had realized he said too much. He never told you about the pages from your little box.

He placed you back to your feet, trying to avoid your eyes.

“How did you read my story, Christopher? OMG, please don’t tell me you find my Tumblr ... I can explain, I didn’t write anything about you since we met, I swear!

It was your turn to avoid his gaze.

“Soo it was about me huh? It’s fine, I must say, I really like it. It wasn’t your Tumblr ... It was your work from the purple box. I am sorry, I didn’t mean to cross the line like that.

It was a few minutes of awkward silence between you two. Christopher took your hand, played with your fingers. You smiled, hoping, this conversation won't change anything between you two.

“If you like me the way how you described, would you go out with me Y/N?”

"Do you still want to ... after everything you've read?" Your heart was pounding fast, you could hear it in your ears.

“After everything I’ve read, I want to know you more, I want to do more, with you.

You kissed each other with hunger, all tension built up within the last few months was released.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 4 years

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I'm going to pack my bag. See y'all later

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biggirllifestyle · 2 years

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BitterSweet Goodbyes.

Summary: Prince Charming has a change of heart.

Pairing: Mentioned Bucky Barnes x OFC, Past Steve Rogers x OFC.

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Panic Attacks, small Angst.

A/N: It took me a bit but I finally did it. This is harder than I thought.

Part 1 | Part 2

As you watched out the window as a slight drizzle descendent on the street below you couldn't help but think about how much your life has changed in the past few weeks. After Kate had exposed Steve she took drastic measures to keep him as far away from you as she could, to the extent that she urged you to change your number when his calls and texts didnt deter after a week had passed from the incident. You finally agreed after you had answered a call from an unknown number that had actually turned out to be Steve, after that, it was quiet and of course, that led you to lower your vigilance.

After much consideration, Kate and Yelena had decided to take a trip for their anniversary at first they had disagreed about going away Kate was concerned with you being alone after what had occurred but you had assured her that it had been almost a month since it happened and Steve hadn’t tried to contact you at all. At school, you rarely saw Steve mostly it was in between lectures as you walked across campus but you always ducked out of sight anytime he was anywhere close to noticing you it helped as well when you started hanging out with one of your classmates since paired you for an assignment.

James or as he liked to call himself Bucky ( “You have to give it to my mama in naming after one of the shittiest presidents we’ve ever had, but can’t really complain now can I doll?”) was a great fixture of your time as he distracted you from your own self wallowing, he was attentive to you in a way that you’ve never had before but after what happened with Steve you couldn’t help but be a little guarded.

Bucky, always the gentleman seemed to understand and gave you your space when you needed it. He never pushed you to tell him why you always hid the moment you caught sight of Steve in a crowd and gave you space when he would feel you tense up after long periods of physical contact, Bucky was everything that you deserved but because of the incident, you felt yourself holding back from moving forward with him and that just pissed you off.

You knew your good luck would run out, especially when your morning was going to shit. Bucky had left to see his mom and sisters back in Brooklyn and you were missing him terribly, your professor had sent out an email saying how he was moving up your final project forward since he would be going out of state, and that morning you had spilled coffee on your calculus notes which you’d have to copy all over again. Safe to say this morning was the shittiest morning you’ve ever had.

You weren’t really paying attention as the line moved forward, you’d tried making coffee at your apartment but you really didn't know how to work Kate’s stupid expensive machine so a trip to the coffee shop it was. Everything was going great and you felt yourself begin to relax as you ordered and moved to the waiting line.

A small “Hey” and touch at your elbow shattered that idea. There stood Steve Rogers looking like the world had chewed him up and spit him up many times over, he was sporting a beard that was immensely unkempt, and dark circles seemed to have taken residence under his eyes.

To put it bluntly, Steve looked like shit.

You stepped away from him, his hand falling limp when you avoided his touch you felt your body go hot and cold, after working so hard to avoid him you couldn’t help but curse for making yourself vulnerable and being caught earlier than you had hoped for.

“Steve.” You replied curtly, you crossed your arms across your chest trying so hard to keep your breathing leveled.

Steve looked at you with a hurt expression fidgeting in place as he realized that your only reaction to him was hostile.

“I just wanted to start by saying how sorry I am about what happened, I know that what I have to say means nothing to you but I really wanted to tell you that I wasn’t lying to you when I said that I had enjoyed…”

“Stop, just stop it” You took a step back from him scanning the shop trying to see what your best form of escape route was if you had to flee from him at some point, “I really don’t want to hear it okay, I get it you wanted to show off to your friends and say that you were able to bag, what was it that you said?”

Steve looked uncomfortable at your words, cringing as he saw tears welling up in your eyes.

“Oh right, you said that I was everyman's living nightmare and you were sacrificing yourself by going on a date with me.”

Steve looked sheepish looking around trying to see if you were being heard, your name was called and you took that chance to make your escape giving the barista an awkward smile and walking away. Heading towards the door you hoped that Steve would finally get the message and leave you be but, of course, you aren't that lucky.

“Look I understand that you want to disappear from the face of the earth,” Steve said as he followed you out the door, you tried hard not to make a quick getaway or possibly walk into traffic to save you from this conversation.

“But I need you to understand that I wasn't lying to you, I was at first but then I started to get to know you and I just couldn’t help but enjoy every second of it.” Steve reached for your hand but you scoffed and pulled away.

“Steve I need you to understand that what you did was vile and I don’t feel comfortable being around you right now, I can’t forgive you not right now and maybe not for a while but I need you to understand that I am disappointed and I need you to give me space.”

Steve looked disappointed a frown framing his face. He looked away his jaw clenching nodding at whatever talk he was giving himself.

“I get it.”

You didn’t answer him as you fidget with your phone, anxiously wanting to text Bucky but not wanting to seem too dependent after talking to him this morning. As if hearing your thoughts a text from Bucky came in and you couldn’t help but let a smile peek through as you read his message, you felt Steve’s stare but ignored it as you answered back with a warm feeling spreading through your chest.

“I heard you’re dating someone”

You couldn’t stop the flinch that Steve’s words caused, you knew that your and Bucky’s relationship wasn’t official and that you haven’t been very public with it so you couldn't help but be a little apprehensive about Steve knowing about Bucky.

“Are you spying on me?” You demanded. You tensed up as the worst scenario came to mind. What if the joke wasn’t over and Bucky was in on it, was this really what your life had come to where you were always going to question every relationship you have in fear that it wasn’t genuine?

Steve noticed that you were starting to hyperventilate so he walked you to a bench where he forced you to take deep breaths. Your mind was racing and you failed to listen to Steve until he was forcing your eyes with his. Guilt and pain plain as day stared back at you, the numb feeling was fading and you could feel the nip of cold from the bench and the warmth from Steve’s hands on yours as he knelt at your feet.

Steve removed his hands when he noticed your breathing normalized sitting down next to you making sure that he left a distance between you.

“I didn’t mean to make you panic, Bucky is friends with Sam and I heard him talk about you to him you can be reassured that he has nothing to do with that stupid game.”

“Oh.” His words gave you small comfort but you took it as is, you knew Sam had nothing to do with the bet so you knew that maybe he had nothing to do with what Steve had done but you couldn’t help how wary you were now.

“I think he’s a good guy, he’s always talking about his mom and sisters so you can be reassured that he was raised right.” Steve grimaced at that, you knew it had to do with his mom dying at such a young age and his dad being a military man that rarely showed love to him so you knew he was fighting his own inner demons.

“Thank you,” you said softly, you weren’t fighting him this time you were letting him hear your true feelings, “I know you didn’t have to but you trying to reassure me about Bucky shows that you know what you did affect me. I know you’re trying to show me and I’ve been fighting you but I need you to know that I am hurt and I am trying to heal.”

Steve nodded as silent tears ran down his face. He knew this was probably the end and he had blown his chance of being with someone who he could have been happy with but he knew that your forgiveness was much more important than anything else.

“Maybe in the future when we’re both mature we can be friends again and build something new and strong.”

You stood legs shaky turning to Steve who wouldn’t look up at you.

“Goodbye, Steve.”

Taking a deep breath you walked away.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x oc #pluss size #plus size ofc #bucky barnes x reader #plus size oc #original work #steve rodgers x reader #chris evans #sebastian stan #steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes

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pm-my-hubbies · 3 years

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Chris Evans Recs for my Black Lovelies✨

Last updated on December 5th, 2020 at 11:37 p.m. (HST)

My Reading and Writing Blog for BIWOC

BIWOC writers by @yurtletheturtlehenderson

Black writers I found through a rant!

The amazing @chaneajoyyy’s reblogged list of black writers

I’m back with my second rec list! This one is dedicated to my first love, Christopher Robert “Jamal” Evans. In case you’re struggling to find a story starring a black reader— especially as a woman— this list is for you. I highly recommend you save the link or something because I will always come back to add more to this list.

I love you all and hope you enjoy it!🤎

Works by @6lackfiction

Keeping Quiet

Take Your Seat

A Simple Man

The Kids Are Asleep

Keeping You Warm

Works by @afriendlyblackhottie

Missed You

Only You

Ferris

Stuffed

Works by @honeychicanawrites

Cherry Bomb Series

Comfort

Birthday Breakfast

Works by @punani

The Fluffer Series

Welcome home

Works by @royallyprincesslilly

Quarantine: A Love Story

Works by @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

A Taste of Heaven

Works by @midnxghtsunwrites

Colder Than a Mug

#Chris Evans #Chris Evans x reader #Chris Evans x black reader #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x woc #Chris Evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x black ofc #Harry styles #Henry Cavill #Pedro pascal

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fromcabin13 · 4 years

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im so sorry if it's just my thirsty self but this looks like a gif for a smut os where the reader gives sebastian stan a bj

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #buckysam #buckynat #bucky x you #stucky #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x you #sebastian stan x ofc #sebastian stan x plus size reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x chris evans #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan one shot

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anjaelle · 3 years

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Koala-ing | Fluff, Comfort

Characters: Chris Evans x Plus Sized!MC Rating: T (Aside from like...references to Oral and some swearing, this is tame) Summary: On her quest to become a top student, she gets a little distracted by neediness. A/N: I’m back because inspiration strikes me whenever it feels like it. As usual my protagonist is black by default. Aside from a few descriptors here and there, though, I tried to keep it relatively vague. Kinda. Also I’m writing this a lil drunk. So if there are any errors, I will not fix them until I’m sober. That’s all, gurls.

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The quarantine was killing them both.

But mostly her.

And it was mainly because this was the longest Chris had gone without working, and it was clearly driving him up a wall.

In the first few months, it wasn’t so bad. She would study in his office, he would Skype call everybody he knew, do a few interviews, and keep himself busy in the backyard. They would convene over dinner, and pick an activity to do that evening before bed.

Then the Skype calls slowed down. And the leaves began to change. And Chris began knocking on the door of his office asking her what she was doing and if he could help with her note taking or studying. After repeatedly turning him down, she eventually allowed him to help her study for her law exams. The first and second time that she let him help, they’d shoved her Torts notes onto the floor, and she ended up bent over his desk with her panties across the room.

So, clearly he was a distraction. He knew he was a distraction.

Because he was a little shit.

After a long afternoon of missing his girlfriend, Chris gently knocked on the office door.

“Babe...” he whined, pitifully, “What are you doing?”

“I’m raising a family of stray cats in your office. What do you think I’m doing?”

“I’m starting to forget what you look like,” there was a soft thud as he rested his forehead against the door, and he pouted, “When was the last time I saw you? I think...Obama was still in office. We could still go outside. I had less joint pain.”

Through the door he heard her giggle, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“I know you’re off doing lawyer work, and trying to save the world. But I can’t help it if I miss my girl,” he said, pressing a palm to the smooth wood.

“You know,” she began, her voice now much closer to the door, “For an introvert, you sure are dependent on my company.”

There was a brief silence, and then he heard papers shuffling before the door opened revealing his tired, yet radiant looking girlfriend. It’d been the first time he’d seen her since they woke up that morning, and he didn’t realize that she was wearing one of his Pats jerseys when she slipped out of the bedroom.

“God damn...” he groaned, clutching his chest dramatically.

She hated the Pats. It was a point of contention between them, one that resulted in a few game night disputes. And he would’ve called her out on her blatant hypocrisy if he wasn’t distracted by the way it fit snugly across her full chest and thick hips. She shyly pushed her thick framed reading glasses up her nose, completely unaware of the effect she currently had on him.

“Sorry, I know this one is your favorite. But I just grabbed the first thing I saw.”

He reached out for her, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist. His hand not-so-subtly slid down over the curve of her ass, and gave it a small squeeze.

“If you’re gonna keep walking around the house like this, you can keep the jersey, baby,” he grinned, allowing the jersey to ride up her hips.

She rolled her eyes and buried her face in his chest, basking in the feel of his arms around her. It’d been a minute since she’d enjoyed him. And the thought made her feel a little bit selfish. As patient as he was with her bookish perfectionism, of course he missed her.

He hooked his large hand under her chin, “Let me see you.”

She obliged, allowing him to peer into her face with his striking eyes. They radiated warmth and the flicker of heat that washed over her from head to toe. She thanked the powers that be for hiding her blush behind the deep complexion of her cheeks. His thumb swept across her soft lips.

“Jesus,” Chris sighed, “Look at you. Oh my god, how did I get so lucky?”

“You’re such a meatball,” she joked, averting her eyes from his intense gaze out of the mild fear that she’d melt.

“C’mon. Can’t a guy just love and appreciate his girl without being called names? Huh?” He pulled her closer and walked her backward towards the living room, “That can’t be fair.”

She leaned up to kiss him on his bearded chin and playfully smacked him on the ass, earning a low rumble of a groan from deep within his chest.

“Behave,” he chided.

“This can’t be a one sided thing, sir. I should be allowed to get my fair share of ass slaps.”

He backed her into the couch and her knees buckled, causing her to plop down onto the cushions. Chris took the opportunity to lay on her with his full body weight, resulting in a fit of giggles between the two of them.

“Get off me,” she whined through the laughter, “You’re so heavy. What the hell have you have you been eating?”

“A steady helping of pussy.”

“Oh fuck off, Christopher.”

He made no move to lift himself from the couch, instead opting to curl himself around her like a large, muscular koala. He wrapped his arms around her head.

“Sssh,” he kissed the top of her braided bun and buried her head in his torso, “It’s quiet time now, baby.”

She sighed in mock defeat, allowing herself to be smothered by her boyfriend after avoiding him for the better part of a week. After the minutes ticked by she piped up from wrinkles of his t-shirt.

“Can we switch?”

He groaned, “Are you gonna abandon me, again?”

She took the opportunity to look up at him through long eyelashes, and batted them innocuously. “Are you arguing against me sitting in your lap?”

Her fingers walked up his back and he leaned back to look down at her.

“Are you propositioning me?”

Her fingers slipped under his shirt and danced along the muscles of his back, earning her a soft shudder, “I’m just saying, I like being in your lap.”

He thought about it for a moment and finally pulled himself off of her, gifting her the freedom of breath and movement. She stretched, and groaned dramatically, “My god, you’re like 1000 lbs. of muscle. You can’t just lay on me like this. I’m delicate.”

He shot her an incredulous look--which she ignored-- and sat back down on the couch, pulling her on top of him. Without hesitation, her arms wrapped around him and she rested her head on his shoulder.

“You smell really good,” he said rubbing her back in slow, comforting motions, “I kind of like this a little better.”

“I told you.”

Her eyes drifted close and she allowed herself to bask in the calm of the afternoon quiet, which was only slightly interrupted by Chris softly humming some unfamiliar tune while he rubbed her back.

“I missed you, angel,” he mumbled, kissing her shoulder, “I’m so proud of you and what you’re doing. And I’d never ask you to give that up for anything. But, y’know. I missed this.”

She took a moment to consider this and sat back to look her boyfriend in the eye. He smirked at her, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle in that familiar way she loved. Her gaze drifted to every inch of his lovely face, and she thought back on how she would watch him when he didn’t notice. She often caught a glimpse of him asleep when she finished all-nighters, knocked out cold but making sure to leave room for her to curl up against him when she decided to come to bed. In the early mornings, she would take the small moments of free time to trace the shape of his nose and lips, finally leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. She loved the way he looked in the glow of early dawn. When he was deep into his meetings with politicians and CEOs, she would occasionally peek out from the office to see him deep in his element with a broad, strong back and an even stronger voice.

She feared she wasn’t expressing her love enough. She wondered if she could’ve maybe done more. In the middle of a quiet winter afternoon, she gently scratched the messy dark hair at the nape of his neck before burying her face back into his shoulder.

“I missed you, too.

#chris evans x black ofc #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x plus size reader #jaelle writes #I normally don't do RL Fic but whatever y'know?#Yolo or whatever

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