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whosnearr · 1 year

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"murderer" m. afton

summary: you and michael had one of those sweet and loving high school relationships some could only dream of having. you had met his family and you were close with him and his siblings. his parents liked you too. your relationship was perfect until one seemingly normal afternoon, michael took things too far. you were never really bothered by the fact that michael teased his brother. it was normal brotherly love. you understood because you had siblings of your own. but when you saw evan's nearly lifeless body hanging out of fredbear's mouth. you knew michael had fucked up. any decent human being knew that much.

cw: mentions of body deformity (?), angst, gender neutral reader, mentions of puke (nothing explicit), mentions of blood, bite of 83

word count: 1429

you looked down at evan in front of you. he was clutching his fredbear plush in his arms as he looked up at you. you put your hand on his head and ruffled his hair. "what's up, kid?" you asked in a slightly teasing tone as he swatted your hand from his little head. you would never tell anyone, but evan was definitely your favorite. he was sweet to you and he was a cute kid. michael was just his big, mean older brother.

"will you come to my birthday party?" he asked softly and smiled up at you. he was hopeful. you were the only person he was personally inviting. everyone else had been invited by his parents. most of the other guests were his parent's friends' kids. he really wanted you there. you were kind to him.

you picked him up and put him over your hip. you poked his nose and smiled. "of course i'll be there, little one," you said and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "i wouldn't miss it for the world."

he beamed and wrapped his arms around your neck. it was a sweet moment that you would cherish forever.

you waited for the party to roll around. you knew evan was scared of the animatronics and you had to be there. michael would tease him for it but maybe it was a normal childhood fear. on the day of the party, you came to the afton household before they all went to the diner. you kindly greeted mr. afton and elizabeth before heading upstairs to michael's room.

"heard its the kid's birthday today," you said, leaning up against michael's doorframe. he was putting on his shoes when you walked in. he was sitting on his bed, bent over and tying the laces of his converse.

"yeah, i'm gonna make sure to it'll be memorable for him. one he'll never forget," he said, a sneaky grin on his face.

"don't be too mean to the poor kid. it's his birthday after all. you have to be nice to him," you said, pushing yourself off the door frame. you stood before him, crossing your arms over your chest. "hold back a little, okay?"

"yeah, yeah. whatever," he said and stood up. he agreed absentmindedly. he was too busy thinking about all the terrible things he would do to him. you knew he wasn't really listening but you hoped he at least heard what you said.

after not long, everyone left and headed to the diner. you all piled into mr. afton's car, causing chaos in the backseat as he drove. clara and william sat in the front seat so the four of the kids had to squish together in the backseat. you had evan in your lap since he was the smallest one and you wanted to keep michael from tormenting him throughout the entire drive.

when you got to the diner, you all walked in together. you had been to the diner many times before, whether it was michael taking you there after school or you just going on your own. it was always fun and full of life. you pushed open the doors and looked at everyone sitting at the table and enjoying their pizza or bragging about prizes they had won. a smile danced on your lips as you walked in and headed to the first empty table with everyone. you sat down between michael and evan. you were sitting at the table closest to the animatronics so you could hear their soft singing and catch each detail of their jerky dance moves. you could even hear the animatronic parts clanking inside the fur suits.

you looked around to see everyone looking at evan. "hey birthday boy, everyone's looking at you," you said and nudged his shoulder. "happy birthday."

"thank you," he said with a soft smile as he briefly looked around at everyone. of course, as the owner's son, everyone knew it was his birthday. he looked away from everyone and instead looked up at the animatronics.

"don't be scared of them," you said as you noticed the fear flash in his eyes. "they just sing and dance a little. i'm sure they can sing happy birthday to you too!!"

he shook his head and crawled out of his seat. "no, not yet. thank you," he mumbled, still clutching his fredbear plush to him.

michael looked down at him with the same devilish grin from earlier glued to his face. "yeah don't be a scaredy cat, evan," he said in a demeaning tone as he picked up evan, setting him on his shoulders.

"michael," you warned as you saw tears forming in evan's eyes. he looked anywhere but at fredbear and springbonnie. "that's not even what i said. he's not a scaredy cat. he's just a kid."

"please put me down," he said softly and clutched to michael's head. he was getting too close to fredbear for his liking.

"oh, come on, he's okay!!" he said and glanced over at you. "they won't hurt you, evan!! they're just dumb robots," he lifted up evan closer to fredbears mouth which was slowly opening and closing with its terrible lip-syncing.

"michael!! stop!!" you said and reached out to evan. you glanced over your shoulder for a second to see mr. afton was gone. you looked around frantically not seeming to spot him anywhere. you looked back over to see evan's head nearing fredbears open jaw.

"it's fine," he said as tears streamed down evan's chubby cheeks. he was very clearly not okay.

"its not fine, mikey! he's crying! you're going too far," you grabbed evan's shirt gently, tugging it in a poor attempt to grab him.

"he always cries. he has to get over his fear eventually, right, evan?" he lifted his head up into fredbear's mouth. evan was sobbing hysterically at this point. you heard scattered laughter around the diner. this wasn't funny anymore.

"michael," you said in a stern tone and he looked at you. michael's hands were on evan's sides, holding him in place in fredbear's mouth.

"he's fi-"

CRUNCH!

the smile fell from michael's face and the diner fell silent as the loud sound ripped through the entire diner. you looked at evan to see his movements slow before his arms fell limp to his sides.

"evan?" you and michael said softly in unison. there was no response and evan's sobs came to a sudden halt.

"stop playing, evan," michael said just as blood started trickling down past evans neck and hairline.

your heart was pounding out of your chest and you felt sick. "oh my fucking god," you said under your breath and pushed michael out of your way. before you could even reach out to evan, you were pushed out of the way by mr. afton. michael looked down at his hands to see evan's dark red blood running down his fingers.

william was mumbling under his breath as he pried fredbear's jaw open and pulled evan out. he fell to his knees at the sight of his youngest son's head crushed and deformed for the pressure of the springlocks.

"michael," you said and turned to him.

he was staring at his hands and was utterly still. he couldn't think of anything to say or do. it was a joke. he took it too far. oh god let this be a joke. this had to be his imagination. he had to be having a nightmare. he didn't want this to happen. it was supposed to be harmless fun. evan always cries, how was he supposed to know? he looked up at you, a look of horror on his face. the guilt flooded his entire body as he fell down onto his knees, staring at his hands covered in his brother's blood.

"i told you to stop," you said, it took every muscle in your body to keep the tears in your eyes.

"i didn't know that would happen!!" he finally tore his gaze from his hands. a pleading look in his eye. "i-i didn't think-" he ran his blood-covered hands through his hair and fell down onto the floor. his body curled up in on himself as he felt his stomach churn. he was gonna puke.

"yeah, michael you didnt fucking think," you uttered, venom laced in your tone. "you're a murderer, michael," you said and looked away from him without another word.

you fell down next to mr. afton, leaving michael utterly defeated. he killed evan and now has to live with that forever.

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i-think-i-have-too-many-fandoms · 2 months

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So I think I'm gonna open up requests for smau's for all of my fandoms, basically just like a couple insta posts and Twitter posts for your favorite character that may be on my list (the pinned post on my account) I'll also have them all tagged below 😁

Just tell me who and add a little description, or not and I can come up with something on my own.

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goldensunflowe-r · 1 year

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Chris Evans Age Gap

Masterlist

#chris evans masterlist #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans one shot #chris evans headcanon #chris evans fluff #chris evans #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans x smut #chris evans fic recs #chris evans fic rec #chris evans imagines #chris evans fic #masterlist #steve rogers #avengers fic rec #chris evans age gap

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Conflicted Masterlist

Fandom: RPF, American Actor, Marvel

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader

Characters: Chris Evans, Female Reader, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Colin Jost

Word Count: 25000

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Declarations of Love, Smut, Blowjobs, Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Penetrative Sex, Kissing, Flirting, Friends to Lovers, Arguing, Fighting, Marvel, Marvel Films, Film Set, Romance, Lack of Communication, Age Gap Romance, Insecurities, Upset, Toms Reader’s BFF, Mack Attack & Sea Bass Ride Again, BFFs, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Hospitalisation,

Summary: Reader is the new girl in town. But will Chris be friend or foe?

Note: updated 9/22

Tags: @memyselfandandrea @paledragonengineer

AO3 LINK

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 EPILOGUE

#MY WRITING #chris evans #conflicted #conflicted masterpost #my masterlists #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans x reader fic

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youre-amazing-say-it · 2 years

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Flufftober 2022 Masterlist

A fun thing for this October for those who can't/ chose not to participate in Kinktober! All works will be SFW, but some may be angst but mainly fluff.

Who I'm Writing For

DAY 1: I'm Scared Dad (Chris Evans x daughter) DAY 2: What do I do Now? (CE x reader, SS x reader) DAY 3: Banana Pancakes (Steve Rogers x reader) DAY 4: We're Terrible Influences (CE, AM, SS, SJ x reader) DAY 5: Cat-sitting (Steve rogers x reader) DAY 6: I need a Favor (Loki x teen!reader) DAY 7: You're a Star (Sebastian Stan x teen!reader) DAY 8: Laugh Away the Tears (Steve Harrington x reader)

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Requests

Status: CLOSED

Alright, requests for all of my fandoms are open. Send some in while you can, they will not be open long!

Writing Prompt List #1 *210 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; & Scenario Prompts)

Writing Prompt List #2 *200 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; and Scenario Prompts)

Sensory Prompts #1 *125 prompts (nature ambiance; fluff/relationship; angst/sad; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Sensory Prompts #2 *around 130 prompts (nature/outside ambiance; relationship/fluff; angst; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Rules Page *Basic Rules: - I only write 'x reader' inserts; no ships or oc inserts - GN!Reader only - I do not write specific body types, or for other specific physical characteristics, since I try to keep my inserts as neutral as possible - No nsfw; no pregnancy/children, no readers/character fics below 18

You can request for fics/oneshots or headcanons.

You can send in your own plot, and/or 1-3 prompts. Feel free to mix and match from the prompt lists!

Full Fandoms List Below Cut:

9-1-1 (FOX show)

Evan “Buck” Buckley Eddie Diaz Det. Lou Ransone Howard “Chimney” Han

The Boys:

Serge “Frenchie” Hughie Campbell Billy Butcher

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton Simon Basset Colin Bridgerton *maybe others?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike Angel

Criminal Minds (I have only watched seasons 1-11)

Spencer Reid Aaron Hotchner Derek Morgan

Doctor Who

Ten Eleven Twelve

Elementary

Sherlock Holmes *I have not watched the whole series so I wont write much for in-show plot points

Firefly

Malcolm Reynolds Simon Tam

Lark Rise to Candleford

Daniel Parish Fisher Bloom Sir Timothy Midwinter Alf Arless Mr Rushton

Leverage

Eliot Spencer Quinn Alec Hardison

Magnificent Seven Tv Series (1998-2000)

Chris Larabee Ezra Standish Vin Tanner Buck Wilmington

The Mandalorian + TBoBF

Din Djarin Cobb Vanth Boba Fett (prefer platonic)

M*A*S*H (Tv Series)

Hawkeye Pierce BJ Hunnicutt Trapper John

Merlin (BBC)

Merlin Arthur Gwaine Percival Lancelot

Moon Knight

Steven Grant Marc Spector Arthur Harrow

Person of Interest

John Reese Others; platonically is preferred

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright Gil Arroyo

Shadow and Bone:

Kaz Brekker Matthias Mal Alexander/Kirigan ?

*I have read the Grishaverse books, so I am willing to write around that plot. But the characters will be in character for the show, and the characters will be written as 20+ as their ages are not stated in the show but it feels as though they are aged up in the depiction.

Sherlock (BBC)

Sherlock Holmes Greg Lestrade Jim Moriarty

Star Trek: Discovery

Christopher Pike Gabriel Lorca (willing to write for an alternate ‘Prime’ version of Lorca) Sarek Spock **I’m in the process of watching Disco and am currently on Season 3. I will be watching Strange New Worlds when I can. **please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

Star Trek: Enterprise

Captain Archer Trip Tucker Malcolm Reed

Star Trek: Voyager

Chakotay Tom Paris

Stargate Sg-1

Jack O’Niell Daniel Jackson Jonas Quinn Cameron Mitchell

Stargate Atlantis

John Sheppard Carson Becket Ronon Dex

Supernatural *Have only watched seasons 1-9

Sam Winchester Dean Winchester Castiel Gabriel Gadreel Balthazar Crowley Lucifer Caine

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale Peter Hale

Vampire Diaries & The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson Klaus Mikaelson Damon Salvatore Kol Mikaelson Lorenzo “Enzo” St John Finn Mikaelson

**Never watched The Originals’, so I only know the Mikaelsons from TVD.

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MCU:

Original Avengers:

Tony Stark Steve Rogers Thor Bruce Banner Clint Barton Natasha Romanoff

Others:

Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson Helmut Zemo Loki Heimdall Vision Scott Lang Peter Parker (Garfield and/or Hollands; aged up) Dr. Stephen Strange T’Challa Agent Ross Shang-Chi Peter Quill

*** Feel free to ask about other MCU characters; I will write for most (depending on if I like the request as well) ***

X-Men

Original Timeline Movies: Logan/Wolverine Scott Summers Kurt Wagner “Nightcrawler” Viktor Creed “Sabertooth”

First Class Timeline: Charles Xavier Eric Lehnsherr Hank McCoy Alex Summers Azazel Peter Maximoff “Quicksilver” Warren Worthington III “Angel”

**Many of the younger characters ages are not obvious in the First Class movies, so everyone will be written/suggested as 20+

The Eternals

Druig Ikaris Kingo

Venom (1 & 2)

Eddie Brock

Deadpool (1 & 2)

Wade/Deadpool Ajax/Francis Cable Domino

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Star Wars Universe

Episodes I-III

Anakin Skywalker Obi Wan Kenobi

Episodes IV-VI

Luke Skywalker Han Solo

Solo: A Star Wars Story

Han Solo Lando Calrissian Dryden Vos

Episodes VII-IX

Finn Poe Dameron Ben Solo/Kylo

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The Hobbit/Lotr

Thranduil Thorin Kili Fili Bard Legolas Aragorn Eomer Faramir Elrond

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Fantastic Beasts: ((JK Rowling is a bigot and anything I write regarding the wizarding world is of my own imagination and a continuation of a world I want untainted by her bigotry))

Newt Scamander, Percival Graves *So far I have only seen the first movie

**I will possibly write for characters from Harry Potter or Marauders, such as the Weasley twins, Malfoy, Cedric, Remus, Sirius, etc. But if I do, it will be after they leave Hogwarts and are 18+.

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Star Trek AOS

Cpt. Jim Kirk Dr. Leonard McCoy Spock Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Pavel Chekov Hikaru Sulu Khan *please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

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The Outsiders

Darrel “Darry” Curtis Maybe: Sodapop Curtis Dallas Winston ^^Aged Up

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Pirates of the Caribbean (1-4)

Captain Jack Sparrow Will Turner James Norrington Elizabeth Swann/Turner

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Magnificent Seven (2016)

Joshua Faraday Billy Rocks Goodnight Robicheaux Vasquez Red Harvest

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Maleficent I & II

Conall, Borra, Diaval, Maleficent

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E

Napoleon Solo Illya Kuryakin

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Kingsman: The Secret Service and The Golden Circle

Eggsy Unwin Hamish Mycroft “Merlin” Jack Daniels “Whiskey”

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Jane Austen/Period Movies:

Pride and Prejudice (1995 & 2005) Characters: Mr. Darcy and Mr Bingley (other characters if requested)

Mansfield Park (1999 & 2007) Character: Edmund Bertram

Sense and Sensibility (1995/2008) Character: Edward Ferrars

Emma (2009 & 2020) Character: Mr. Knightley

Persuasion (2007) Character: Captain Wentworth

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Outside Characters:

Actors who have multiple characters outside of the listed fandoms that I am willing to write for!

Charlie Hunnam:

Arthur (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword) Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen) William “Ironhead” Miller (Triple Frontier) **Will also write for Ben Miller

Oscar Isaac:

Santiago “Pope” Garcia (Triple Frontier)

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years

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hi!! i wanna put in a request for chris evans and a black plus size reader. basically the reader lost her dad when she was a young teen but shes still dealing with the grief and is having a bad day. and chris is there to comfort her.

I’m Still Standing - Chris Evans

Context: Chris reminds you that you’re still standing.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairings: Chris Evans x Fem!PlusSize!Black!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, in relation to character, but not character.

A/N: I don’t know if you’re relating to your own loss, but to anyone this applies to, I want to give my condolences and give you a warm hug. I lost my dad at 19, and I’m 21 now. So not in the same context in terms of time, however, I know what it’s like to lose a parent. Despite it being 2 years, I still struggle.

I want you to know you’re not alone. You’re always welcome to talk to me, just let me know. Therapy has been a great help, however, I know that therapy is an area people may not like to dabble in. Just know that there are people out there who love you and will listen to you. ♡︎

Masterlist ☽☾

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Everywhere you turned there was a memory of him. You could have sworn you seen him in your the grocery store, tempted to run up to him, only to be let down when his face was revealed not to be your father.

He was always in your dreams when you didn’t need him. Creeping up on you before big days at work or at school, his voice and body lingering in your mind throughout the day.

Sometimes you swore you could smell him.

Despite having lost your father at a younger age, it still ate you up like hell. The grieving process is such a long one, such a challenge. Just when you’ve thought you’ve out chased the lingering shadows, they swallow you whole again, and the downward spiral begins.

That was today. You had just gotten home from a day out, Dodger greeting you warmly with a wagging tail. You smiled at him briefly, giving him a firm rub and pat on the head once you dropped your bags. Swiftly, you made it towards your and Chris’s shared bedroom, opting for a shower. You set the scene, opting for some “mellow” music to company your mood, Your Song by Elton John playing in the background.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

The sound of the shower covered your sobs as your braced yourself on the glass wall. Your warm body slid down the crystal, plopping down on the marble floor, the water hitting your shower cap sounding like raindrops.

“Daddy!”

“Hey Y/N/N! How’s my favorite girl doing?”

“Good! Look, daddy! I picked these flowers for you!”

“Baby girl, a fine lady like you shouldn't be giving me flowers, I’m supposed to give you flowers.”

“Why daddy?”

“Because that’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Well, I wanna be a gentile man!”

“Gentlemen baby. It's pronounced gen-tle-men.” He paused. “How about I strike a deal with you? If you pick me sunflowers, I’ll give you pretty red roses. Deal?”

“Deal”

“Daddy, I brought you some sunflowers.”

“Thank you little lady.”

“Daddy, I’m not THAT little anymore.”

“You may be a little bigger, but you’ll always be my little lady.”

“We gather here today to proceed with the passing of Mr. Y/F/N. He was a wonderful man, a family man, who left a huge impact on the people he surrounded himself with. May he be gone but never forgotten. Now, let us join hands in prayer.”

It had been thirty minutes that you had sat in the shower, thirty minutes of sobbing and song. Thirty minutes of thought.

And within that thirty minutes, Chris had returned home, Dodger greeting him at the door with a solemn look on his face.

He followed the dog, after slipping his shoes off, to the bathroom door, to which Dodger sat quietly in front of. The handsome pup looked to his father and the door, as if to say “she’s in here”, and trotted away.

Chris promptly knocked on the door twice, waiting for your response. However, you were too gone in thought to hear him.

Carefully, he stepped into the bathroom, eyeing your glum figure through the glass. He silently stripped himself of his clothes and joined you in the shower. Calmly sitting next to you, he brought his body close to yours, rubbing your back and massaging your shoulders. Once you recognized his presence, you fell into him, your sobs becoming harder.

It was as if the weight of the world came crashing down onto you, the outside becoming too loud, your emotions becoming too much. Everything was closing in around you, down to the glass shower you and Chris were in.

“Baby, baby, look at me please.” He pleaded, tilting your head to meet his, your glossy eyes staring into his crystal blue ones.

“Breathe with me, can you do that please?” He spoke, to which you nodded, following the rhythm of his soft breaths. You eventually lifted your head from his chest, him kissing the top of your head and squeezing the soft flesh of your body.

“Everything is fine now. I’m here.”

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The oversized T-shirt Chris gave you fell short of your knees, the fabric slightly clinging to your beautifully shaped body. Your hair was doused in your nightly products, and you smelled like vanilla and coconut oil. As you moved into the living room, you placed your silk bonnet on your head, moving it around for comfortability.

“There’s my pretty girl. I ordered us your favorite takeout. And, and! I know you usually don’t get hungry after these times, but I’d prefer if you eat something. Please.” Chris placed his surrendering hands on the countertop, looking at you with concerned eyes. You nodded your head, taking the perfect-sized plate Chris made you and moving to the living room, sitting on the floor cushions at the coffee table. He followed you, resting by you as he placed his arm around your waist, pulling you close to kiss the side of your head.

“I pulled up your favorite show, I figured we’d finish the rest of the season since it’s the weekend, and we both don't have plans. And-“

“I don’t know why it’s still so hard. Like, he died years ago, when I was a teen. I’m a whole ass adult now Chris, why does it hurt so much?” You spoke, tears quickly brimming your eyes. Chris turned his body to look at you, you following in suit.

“Grief is a long process my love, it’s not something that comes and goes. It’s something you may never get over, but with time, it’ll be less hard.”

“But why is it still hard?!” You slammed your fist down on the carpeted floor, Dodger jumping up from his spot and moving over to you, placing his head in your lap.

“Because that’s how it goes Y/N. I can’t explain it to you because I don’t know what that feels like to lose a parent, but what I can say is it it’s going to take a while. And no matter how long it takes, I will be there for you. This is something you have to do in your own time. There’s no limit, no expiration date. You may grieve until your last days, and that’s totally okay. The most important thing is that you don’t drown yourself in it. Let it out, let it be known. I’m here for you and I’m willing to help you through anything you need.” He took your face in his hands, kissing your lips softly to distract your racing mind, pulling you closer to him.

“But don’t forget how far you’ve come, baby. You get up and go every day, help people everyday, hell, you help me everyday. Anytime my anxiety levels are high or I just feel like plain poop, your there to swoop in like a hero and save the day.” He modeled his hand like an airplane to emphasize the “swoop.”

“And let's not forget how you put others before yourself, how you treat my nieces and nephews while their father is there. How you put your feelings aside for the better of others. You’ve come a long way baby. Don’t forget the journey you took. It may have been long, but you’re still standing.” He smiled at you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“Thank you Chris. You’re right. I’m Still Standing.”

“That’a girl. Now! Let's dig in before this gets cold! And then, after we finish our show, maybe some ice cream and Disney movies?”

“Chris, you’re such a sucker.”

“Yeah, but I’m your sucker.” He pouted, to which you giggled and pulled him in for a kiss.

Yeah, you had your days. And that’s okay, everyone does. However, you had to remind yourself that you’re still standing.

“I’m Still Standing.”

A/N: I hope this is okay! I’m finishing this as I’m working through the tail end of COVID, so I apologize if this is not up to par. Also, “I’m Still Standing” is one of my favorite songs by Elton John, it reminds me every time of how far I’ve come since my father’s death, give it a listen. You might like it too.

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mrsarnasdelicious · 6 months

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Was Tagged by @lord-aldhelm

How many works do you have on AO3?

Lost count, all old stuff. I haven't been on AO3 in years except to read 'Kept' and 'Finan's Choice...'

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot, haha. The Last Kingdom most as of late. Arnas Fedaravicius/Alexander Skarsgard/Chris Evan/Cillian Murphy/Gijs Blom/Henry Cavill/Gustaf Skarsgard/Jonathan Tucker/Oscar Isaac/Pablo Schreiber/Tom Hardy/Tom Hiddleston American Gods/A Song of Ice and Fire/The Boys/Dune/Hellboy/The Last Kingdom/Marvel/Once Upon A Time/Star Wars/Stranger Things/Supernatural/Teen Wolf/Tolkien/True Blood/Twilight Saga/Vikings/The Witcher/Wizarding World/Wheel of Time

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, especially to those that comment more often/give me constructive featback

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None. I am so bad at angst, haha

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have yet to end anything haha.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No real hate, but I previously had a few rather ... demanding comments.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Y E S All of teh smut!!!!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Actively doing so. Masema and Sihtric meet with reader in the middle, full spit roast.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of. Although I really doubt anyone would bother with mine tbh.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not taht I know of.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not yet!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Finan x Sihtric. They will always be my weakness.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

The Napoleon Solo fic about an arranged marriage to the handsomes spy in the world.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am told I know how to pack a lot of feeling in a limited amount of words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

FINISHING SHIT. I am the draft dragon and hoarder of unfinished BS.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eh, kinda indifferent about it. Must be done with more than just google translate, or as a throw away line.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Cinema Bizarre... I think...

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

The Prophet (August Walker)

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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years

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Teen sister! Reader got broken up by her boyfriend, who cheated on her and Chris and Scott comforts her

“no matter how broken you feel”

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Paring: Evans! Brothers x Sister! Reader

Warnings: protective brothers Chris and Scott, mentions of cheating, crying, mention of panic attack, comfort, boys don’t deserve sister! Evans and angst.

Summary: headcannon of how Y/n Evans realises it wasn’t meant to be, so her brothers are there to pick up the pieces.

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I guess the stories are right, it does all end in tears.

We were together for 2 years. 2 whole years, 730 days of my life gone down the drain.

It's something even after running to my big brother Chris's house in tears it still felt unreal, like someone would pinch me and it'll be all okay again.

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All I heard was the opening and slamming of my front door, confused as to why Scott would enter the house like that I went to go see what was up. Instead of Scott, I was met with y/n sobbing in a ball on the floor of my entryway.

"Bug, hey come'ere what's goin' on hmm?" I asked concerned for my baby sister and wanting to find out what lead her to be in the house in hysterical tears.

"B/N broke - up with me hh- he cheated on me" She replied hysterically trying to get a breath.

My blood boiled, and all I saw was red at this point Scott had just walked into the house confusion written all over his face.

He gave me the look of 'what's going on with her, is she okay' and I just shook my head picking y/n up and taking her to the living room where Dodger was residing on the couch bouncing at seeing his other favourite human, he quickly got a feel of the land adjusting his behaviour knowing y/n wasn't okay.

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After you’d calmed down a bit now you weren’t as hysterical as you first were you started to explain to to your brothers what happened.

“He cheated on me - Millie showed me his private story thst I’m not on and…” she paused tears streaming once again, both brothers pulled her in to a hug, she continued. “It was him with another girl saying he was never happier and-d that he’d been with her for 4 months.” Y/n finshed finally breaking into sobs again on the verge of a panic attack.

Scott and Chris seeing this and know their sweet girl too well intervened quickly to make sure she didn’t spiral.

“Baby, you know boys like thst aren’t worth the work because you are beautiful and you deserve someone who wants to put in equal amount of the work, as a gay man i would say boys suck but they do right now.” Scott quipped as an anecdote to make you laugh - it was a success for him you let out a watery laugh hugging him so tight that if anyone was looking you’d think he would disappear.

“Bug Scotty is right, he isn’t nothing on what you are or what you could get, so we’re gonna make a fort, eat loads of junk and watch some Disney movies to take your mind iff that piece of no good boy, okay we always love you no matter what too you know that bub.” Chris interjected knowing it was time to take your mind off that boy who didn’t deserve his baby sister at all in any universe.

“I know, I love you both too. Let’s do that it sounds fun, thank you guys I really do love you idiots.” Y:n murmurs the last bit knowingly but they both hear, Chris comes at her to tickle her once again getting a roar of laughter out of her.

The best sound, music to their ears.

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The Evans brothers were always the best medicine knowing just hoe to pick up the pieces. After the chat that was had that night it went into you memory of why you love your brothers so much.

Forts were made, junk food was eaten, Disney films watched and snuggles were had as promised.

You knew they could always fix you back up. Pick up the broken pieces no matter how broken you feel.

Always.

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Hey everyone, I hope you enjoy this new fic. Anon who sent me this lovely request thank you so much for this wonderful idea hope you love it.

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153 posts created (4%)

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Laid Bare Chapter 2

Pairing: High school history teacher Ari Levinson x single mom OC Peyton Whitmore. Lucy’s Dad (special surprise guest) x Peyton Whitmore (previous) (Written in first person)

Warnings: 18+ because it’s me. Mentions of strip clubs/gentleman’s club and working in one, language, angst (again, it’s me, and I’m a drama slut), fluff, mentions of teen pregnancy, future smut, slow burn. I’m just trying to cover all my bases here, but I’ll add more specific warnings for each chapter going forward.

Warnings for this chapter: language, mentions of drug laced baked goods. That’s it I think for this one. We finally get to meet Lucy’s dad at the end.....

I own nothing but my original characters, Peyton Whitmore and Lucy Whitmore. This is an 18+ story, as stated above. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Please don’t repost my stories and pass them off as your own. It’s a shitty thing to do.

Summary: Peyton Whitmore, a single mom of a 16 year old daughter, takes a job moonlighting at the exclusive gentleman’s club, Club Onyx, to help with the expenses that come with raising a teenager. The money is coming in, there’s more breathing room in the budget, and things are good. Then she meets her daughter’s new high school history teacher and all bets are off.

As always, shout out to my rockstar beta, @what-is-your-plan-today. Without you, I’d never get any writing done.

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Laid Bare Masterlist

Pairing: High school history teacher Ari Levinson x single mom OC Peyton Whitmore. (Written in first person)

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

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Laid Bare Chapter One

Pairing: High school history teacher Ari Levinson x single mom OC Peyton Whitmore. (Written in first person)

Warnings for this chapter: Language, angry mama bear, bullying, girl on girl violence.

Special thanks to my beta readers @what-is-your-plan-today and @spectre-posts. Love you both!

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Blue Christmas- Eleven (Healing)

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

I do not consent to have my content, whether it be this story or anything else of my creation, posted by a third party on any other platform other than right here without my permission. This blog is 18+ and is not intended for minors. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Heed the warnings. This is a work of FICTION. I do not claim to know Chris Evans, his family, friends, or anyone on his team personally.

Warnings for this chapter: Heavy, heavy angst. Language. Mentions of adultery. Mentions of miscarriage. Pregnancy. Allusions to abortion but nothing is stated outright.

This beast is clocking in at just over 6.7k words. Probably the single longest chapter I've ever written. The tag list for this story was getting out of control, and more than half the people on it had no interaction with the story at all, so I discontinued it. I'm tagging my nearest and dearest though. I may, MAY, create a google form for a new tag list. We'll see.

January 8th (Six days post accident)

The pain meds they give people in the hospital following surgery pack a wallop, especially when given through an IV. They make me have crazy dreams, turn my attention span paper thin, and have the added bonus of turning my brain/mouth filter virtually non-existent.

I’m trying to pay attention to the conversation that Chris is trying to have with me. I really am. To be fair, he knew when he got here an hour ago that I had just gotten another dose.

“What about this one?”

Chris turns the iPad towards me so I can see yet another picture and resume’ of a home health nurse. It was an idea that he was originally against, but both Lisa and Andi, my main nurse, had both suggested that maybe having someone come in for a few hours a day a couple times a week would be a good thing. As much as he wants to do everything he possibly can for you, he also knows he’s only one person. After not hearing a response, and thinking maybe I had dozed off into a narcotic induced nap, he looks up to see me using my good hand to fiddle with the end of the braid that the nurse had put my hair into earlier after the shower that I’d finally been allowed to have after days of bed baths.

Showers used to be glorious things. Water turned up to near scalding levels, music playing loud with me singing loudly (and badly) along, and nice shampoo and shower gel that smells amazing. This was not that. This was an entire process that took nearly an hour, starting with my casted leg and equally casted arm being wrapped in waterproof plastic and ending with me in tears because washing long hair takes two functional hands, and I only had one. There’s zero dignity in having another person give you a shower when you’re a grown woman who’s been showering and bathing by herself for many years now without issue. The nurse had been amazingly sweet and sympathetic and helped me with whatever I couldn’t do on my own (which was a lot), but the whole experience just left me feeling useless and depressed.

A soft touch to my hand brings me back to the present.

“Where’d you go?” he asks softly.

”My hair smells weird.”

He leans forward a bit so he can get a whiff of my hair. “It smells okay to me.”

“It’s not the same. It’s weird, clinical hospital shampoo. It doesn’t smell good like mine.” I lament. “I couldn’t even wash my own hair today. It’s too long, and I couldn’t do it with one hand. I can’t even-”

My voice starts to waver and I look down at my arm that’s laying useless in a sling across my chest. Even my fingers are so swollen and bruised that I couldn’t even put my rings on if I tried. My ring finger, which hasn’t been naked since Chris slipped my engagement ring on it some four and a half years ago, feels very bare and just wrong. Everything about the accident and my injuries keeps hitting me in different ways.

I look over at Chris and then down at the iPad that he’s still holding. “Hire whoever you want. I honestly don’t care, and it’s not like I have any choice in the matter.”

He sighs softly, knowing that this conversation was never going to go over well. He knows that I know that I’m going to need as much help as I can get when I finally get released to go home, but he also knows that being as stubborn and self sufficient as I am, my worst nightmare is having someone have to help me do something as simple as get out of fucking bed.

“This is the one thing that’s happened lately that you do get to choose. I want to get someone that you’re going to like and be comfortable with. I can’t imagine what this is like for you right now, and I’m just trying to make life as easy as it can get when you’re home.”

“I don’t know if I’m going to like someone from a goddamn resume’. As long as they can do the job without fucking me up more than I already am, great.” My back is starting to ache because of the position that I’m laying in, and when I go to slide further up the bed, I’m rewarded with a searing pain in my stomach from the movement pulling at my still healing splenectomy incisions.

“Fuck, honey-”

I fall back on the pillows, irritated as hell and over this damn conversation, and the words fly out of my mouth before I can even think about stopping them.

“Just pick someone! Maybe you’ll get lucky and you’ll get another girl who’s going to fall for the irresistible Chris Evans charm, who has no moral compass and no compunction about sleeping with married men. Then you can throw a shot into her too.”

I watch as his face falls, his hand pulling back from where it’s been resting on my arm and a lump the size of a golf ball forms in my throat. I didn’t mean to say that. I might as well just be wearing a name tag that says Hi, I’m: Here To Make Things Worse. I cover my mouth with my hand and glance up towards the ceiling, trying to blink the tears away before they can fully form.

“I’m…..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean….” I start, but the words don’t want to come out.

“It’s okay.” he tries to assure me.

“No, it’s not.” I look down at the fluffy blue blanket that Chris brought me from home and I play with the slightly frayed edge, ashamed and unable to look at the broken look on his face. “This is a bad idea.”

He pops a shoulder. “Could always hire a male nurse.” he says, raising his eyebrow.

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My #1 post of 2022

It shouldn’t be about whether you personally think it’s right or wrong….it’s the fact that the CHOICE has been taken away from us. That’s what should piss you off.

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positivelyholland · 3 years

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hey this is really specific but could you do a chris evans x daughter angst where they get in a big fight because reader’s grades are really bad, and he’s upset that she’s not going good in school but then she’s like “it’s not like you help me with my work” and then he gets really sad that he doesn’t have time to help you and he;s the reason her grades are slipping?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Daughter!reader

genre: angst

warnings: angst, mentions of depression and anxiety, fighting

reader pronouns: she/her

summary: your dad is mad at you bc you’re failing school, and says some things he later regrets

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Chris had just finished work for the day. He shut his laptop and headed towards your room. Just as he checked his phone, he got a call from your math teacher, Mrs Smith.

“Hi, is this Mr Evans?” Mrs Smith asked.

“Yes this is he” he responded. He was confused. You were a good kid and almost never did anything that could deserve him a call from your school.

“I’ve called you to discuss Y/N’s performance in my class lately. She’s failing” your teacher told him.

At first he didn't believe what he was hearing, but once the news had been confirmed, Chris was absolutely fuming.

You were too smart to get an F, so he made the assumption that you must be slacking off. “I was wondering if something has happened at home to cause the drop in her grade, since she’s usually a straight A student” she finished.

“No, there’s nothing going on at home. Thank you for informing me, Mrs Smith” your dad told her.

“Anytime, just trying to help” she responded before hanging up.

Your dad stormed up to your room, and opened your door with so much force, you thought it was going to break. The suddenness of his movements made you jump.

“What’s that F in Math about, huh Y/N?” your dad started. You wanted to keep this as calm as possible, but your dad seemed mad enough that being calm was the last thing in mind.

“I don’t know” you said embarrassed.

“You don’t know?! God Y/N what’s with this” he yelled.

“Math isn’t my strong suit, and you know that!” you said back with your voice’s volume equal to his.

“Yah but you’re smarter than a F! I didn’t raise you to fail”

“Look, I’m sorry! I’m just not good at math” you’re emotions were slowly filling with more and more hurt, replacing the hint of anger that previously existed, but your dad was still livid.

“Yah, I can tell that you’re terrible at it! I can see the F on your grade!” Chris no longer sounded like your usually kind father. He was just so upset that you were failing at anything because you usually get such good grades, so he assumed that you were just being lazy and not even trying to pass your classes.

“Dad!” you cried, voice cracking.

“No Y/N don’t cut me off. You’re going to let me finish talking before you even think about opening your mouth, understood” he said with what you thought to be hatred in his voice.

“Understood” you said shyly. You could tell he wasn’t being rational at this point so you decided it would be best to just shut up and take his venomous words silently.

“Good, now let me get a few things into that thick skull of yours” well that hurt. “You failed. You failed me and everyone around you. You couldn’t even do a damn assignment right, Y/N”

You finally felt the tears starting to build up, but you were determined not to let any fall, as that would just worsen your situation.

“God, you’re so stupid” he said under his breath. Now that’s what broke you. Never in a million years did you think those words would come out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry I’m a failure! I’m sorry I can’t do anything right! I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you! I’m sorry I can’t do literally everything by myself, since you won’t even help me!” you didn’t mean to let all that out, it just did, but you didn’t stop.

“God, even when I do ask you for help you always shoo me away, or say you’re busy with something else! You’re too caught up in your own life that you can’t see your daughter struggling more than she ever has before! Not just academically, but your daughter’s mental health is slowly falling apart and you haven’t even noticed!” you didn’t mean to let that last part slip.

You always tried your best not to be too dependent on your father, since he didn’t even mean to have you in the first place.

You were created from a meaningless one night stand and dropped in Chris’ arms 9 months later, without a present mother. He basically spent his whole life making it up to you, but you still didn’t want to burden him too much.

However, every teenager needs help from a parental figure at some point during adolescence, and you were not short of that.

Part of the reason you were failing your class in the first place was a result of the lack of help you needed from your dad, but you never wanted to tell him that. But now that you accidentally did, and his face automatically softened and went from furiousness, to a look of pure guilt.

“I didn’t mean to tell you that last part. You know what, nevermind” you tried to get out of this situation by running up to your room, but he stopped you.

“You’re going through all that?” he asked you with a voice filled to the brim with concern. You simply nodded, not being able to find your voice.

“Y/N, I love you so much, I’m really sorry I said those things. None of it was true and I was just mad and not thinking” you could tell his words were 100% the truth, so you forgave him.

“It’s ok dad. Maybe can you just actually help me with my work next time I need it?” you asked hopefully.

“Of course, Peanut” the second you heard him use your nickname, you knew he was back to his normal, loving self. “How bout I make it up to you with ice cream, and then we’ll work on those assignments” he proposed.

“Sure, I’d love that” you said, the thought of ice cream making you feel a lot better already.

So that’s what you guys did. You got such a giant scoop of ice cream that you had to have your dad finish it for you... it felt so amazing to be able to spend time with him in a positive way.

Once you got home, he walked you through the math concept slowly, and was patient with you until you were able to fully understand it. After the argument that night, he made sure he always made time for you, and on top of that, you were once again, a straight A student.

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To Raise Children: Chapter 27

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

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Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: Hanging out with Tom in New York!

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings:

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

Tom was so excited to see you and the boys. He planned a date with your tomorrow. He knew you'd have to bring the boys with you today but he was excited to see them. He likes kids, he's always wanted to be a dad. He thought by now he'd have a couple kids running around but that hasn't happened yet. He really likes you though, and he's hoping that this works out.

You both have agreed that you don't want media or fans to find out. You know you will get hate. Anytime Chris mentions you, posts you or anything people insult you. You can handle it, as long as they don't go for your kids your fine. Chris is mad at his "fans" but he hasn't publicly said anything. You know that when the media finds out that you're dating tom they'll insult and berate you. Tom also prefers to keep it private. He's seen the media ruin relationships before and he doesn't want that to happen to you and him.

He also knows you don't want your sons in the spot light. They've been seen a few times and Scott posts them, with your permission of course. Just a couple videos. Mostly from when they were babies though since he has a lot of cute videos of them as toddlers. Including videos from when Felix called Chris poopy. Which he did until he was three, so did Flynn.

Tom makes it to where you guys planned on meeting. He sits down on a bench and looks around. He sees you down the street holding hands with the twins. You were looking at Flynn who was telling you a story. Felix was fiddling with something but Tom can't tell what it is though.

"Mommy look it's tom!" Felix tugs on your sleeve. You look over and see Tom smiling. Felix let's go of you hand a runs over to tom. "Hi! Look I brought my web shooter!"

"Really? You plan on fighting crime this weekend huh?" Tom smiles as Felix sits next him.

"Mhm I'm gonna fight the green goblin!"

"Really? Remind me to never get on your bad side."

"Okay!" Felix giggles as his brother joins him and Tom.

"Tom! I got to ride on a train!" Flynn says excitedly.

"Really?" Tom looks up at you. "Hey love." He stands up hugging you.

"Hey babe." You kiss his cheek before moving back. "Boys we're at a park why don't you two go play?" You suggested.

"Why because you want to kiss?" Flynn teases making a kissy face.

"Mommy and tom sitting in a tree-"

"Alright go play." You shoo them off.

"I missed you." Tom grins as he hugs you again. "How was the trip?"

"It was good they were well behaved. Just watched a movie and played with their toys. They're excited to spend tomorrow night with Seb so we should be able to spend some time together. Plus there's no bunk beds for them to push each other off." You laugh as you both sit down looking at the boys. They were dress in bright colors to be easier to spot in the crowd of kids.

"Really I get you all to myself?" He wraps an arm around you and follows your eyes to the boys who were shooting each other with "webs" aka silly string. "I can't believe you let them bring those." He chuckles.

"It wasn't worth the fight. As long as they weren't doing it on the train I don't care. Sebastian is less than pleased with me though."

"Just tell him I bought them he already hates me." Tom laughs as you rest your head on his shoulder, he rests his head on yours.

"That's true. So what do we have planned for tomorrow?"

"Well dinner and maybe we can go to my hotel to watch a movie." He smiles at you.

"As long as it isn't a kid's movie then yes."

"Oh... I was thinking toy story." He jokes you giggle looking up at him.

"I've seen that movie a hundred times."

"What really?"

"Yeah that and Encanto. They're obsessed! Every time it's one of those."

"Ooh we should watch Encanto!" He grins laughing as you lightly slap his chest.

"Flynn! Stop spraying toddlers with the web shooters only shoot your brother or I will take it away." You shout at your son who looks at you.

"Sorry mom!" He responds.

"Sorry what were you saying?" You ask tom sitting up.

"Uh somehow Felix has both of the web shooters now." Tom points out giggling as he watched the boy shoot his brother.

"I hate you for buying those." You say.

"But they love them! Look at that smile." He defends.

"Okay you go take it from Felix then." You smirk at him.

"Easy." Tom stands up and walks over to the boys. "Buddy wanna give me one of the web shooters?"

"No you'll give it back to Flynn!" He stops shooting his brother to look at the actor.

"No I won't I promise."

"I don't believe you and besides you're not my dad so I won't have to listen to you." He grins victoriously.

"But I am spiderman."

"Well I still don't have to listen to you!"

"He's dating mommy so yeah you do!" Flynn crosses his arms.

"Nun-uh." You watched the interaction from the bench.

"Well he gave the we shooters to us! So you have to listen to him." Flynn says proudly knowing he won.

"Fine." Felix pulls off the web shooter handing it to Tom.

"Thank you buddy." Tom ruffles his hair before joining you.

"It's easy huh?" You laugh.

"It would easy for you they'd listen to you."

"Sure they do." You laugh.

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You made it to the restaurant you but Tom wasn't there yet. You sat on a bench outside of the restaurant to wait for him. You play on your phone texting CJ about the trip to New York. You leave tomorrow, Monday. It was just a short trip but you enjoyed it. The boys were having the time of their lives as well.

"Hello love." Tom walks over smiling.

"Hey! I'm starving let's go in!" You kiss him before he takes your hand and the two of you walk into the restaurant. "You should've hear the boys when they found out I wasn't bringing them tonight."

"What? I thought they'd be excited to stay with Sebastian."

"Apparently they like you more." You laugh.

"Really? They barely know me."

"They think we're definitely gonna get married and you'll be their dad. They mostly like the idea of having a dad but at least they like you."

"Oh... I mean I would be a good dad." He grins before he turns to the hostess and gives his name.

"Yeah." you smiled to yourself. You both follow the hostess to your table. Tom pulls your chair out before going and sitting in his. "Uh if these dad comments and stuff from the boys make you uncomfortable I can talk to them I know we haven't been dating for a while so their dad question might be a bit much too soon."

"They're just confused. I'm kinda happy they feel comfortable enough to ask me those kinds of questions you know?"

"Yeah. But I don't want them getting hurt and I don't want it to hurt more if we were to break up." You look at your menu. You feel his eyes on you as he take a moment before talking again.

"Don't think about the ifs right now. Let's stick with the original plan. Okay we can even push it from six months to a year I don't care as long as your happy." Tom assures resting his hand on yours.

"Yeah... Maybe we should push it a bit y'know... They're getting attached already."

"I'm very loveable!" He chuckles before he looks in the menu. "So how long were you thinking?"

"A year."

"Works for me." He peaks at you. "What're you getting?"

"I don't know yet... Do you know what your getting?" You ask smiling at him.

"No."

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"I should get back to Seb's place." You say lifting your head from his chest to look at Tom.

"No just a little longer? I'm not gonna be able to see you for awhile." His arms tighten around you.

"I told him midnight though."

"The boys are probably sleeping can't you just text him and let him know you'll be a little longer?" He begs. You think about it for a minute. Sure you like being in his arms like this but you feel bad having Sebastian watch them for longer then agreed. He isn't even letting you pay him. You look at Tom we just smiles. You guess thirty minutes wont hurt.

"Fine. But only 30 minutes." You reach for your phone to text Sebastian.

"Thank you!" He smirks leaning down to kiss you. You smile telling Seb that you're gonna be late. He responds telling you it's okay and that "you better be leaving room for Jesus cause I don't want to be the uncle to that big baby's kids" word for word of course. You laugh showing it to Tom who chuckles.

"I don't think this counts." You joke referring to the fact you're laying on him.

"Hey I don't want him to be uncle to my kids either. He'd probably try to turn them against me!" Tom laughs.

"He probably would." You laugh, before texting Sebastian back telling him a little bit of what Tom said. Just the first sentence. "I could stay like this all day." You mumble snuggling closer to him.

"Me too." Tom looks at the ceiling grinning. He doesn't want this day to end. He knows you don't have enough money to travel to London, and he can't come to Boston nearly as much as he wants to. He knew a long-distance relationship was going to be hard but he didn't think it would be this hard.

He wants this to work out with you. He loves you. He knows it's only be four months, it might be too soon but it's true. He loves you and he loves the twins. They're like mini yous. Except that look like their bio dad. Sure they have your eyes and nose but their face shape, hair color and other features are from Jake. He loves that the boys are comfortable enough to ask him about him being their dad. He has always wanted to be a dad. When he was younger he thought he'd be settled down by now with a couple kids but obviously life hasn't gone that way so far. He definitely didn't think he'd be dating Chris Evans' daughter, or a single mom, or someone almost ten years younger than him. He's glad this is where life has taken him though. He hasn't been this happy in a while.

He doesn't know what the future holds. But if it was up to him you'd be there.

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Why You Gotta Be Like That?

Fandom: RPF, American Actor,

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader

Characters: Chris Evans, Female Reader, Dodger Evans

Word Count: 999 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: When we walk in and it's past ten, I'ma tell 'em it's your fault

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Kissing, Flirting, Established Relationship, Anxiety, Love, Fluff, Parties, Mild Arguing, Dodger is V Upset About Being Left Alone, Songfic, Lyric Insert Chronically Late, if youre someone whos always late just know me and u arent friends, Why You Gotta Be Like That? // Scotty McCreery

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

7:53.

Chris sighed as he looked at his watch. They were supposed to be at this party at eight and he was currently sitting on his couch drink in hand waiting for Y/N to waltz down the stairs. Chris hated being late. His anxiety never let him be late for anything. He always knew the best route to get to where he was going. He even scoped out parking beforehand most of the time. He’d give himself ample time to get ready and would be waiting to leave at the time he’d planned.

Then he met Y/N. It wasn’t that she was out to annoy him. She wasn’t even planning to be late. It was just that she seemed to misjudge. If they had an appointment she’d ‘just need a shower’ before they left. If they were going on vacation they’d ‘just have to swing by her mom’s for her passport’. Every table reservation he made he always told her it was a half hour before to get a shot at being on time. He loved her to death but she didn’t half stress him out whenever they needed to be somewhere.

He took a sip of his whiskey and checked his watch again. It hadn’t moved. But Chris couldn’t sit there any longer. He got up and grabbed his keys off the sideboard and started pacing at the bottom of the stairs. Dodger looked up from his bed as he moved but seeing Chris holding the car keys he put his head back down moping at being left out from wherever they were going. Then she appeared at the top of the stairs.

She walked down them at an agonisingly casual pace as Chris watched her. As she hit the bottom step he looked at her, his eyebrows raised expectantly. ‘What?’ she said with a wry smile. ‘You realise we’ve gotta be across town in 6 minutes,’ he said checking his watch again. She looked at him with a smile and placed a hand on his chest before saying, ‘Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, it’s called being fashionably late.’

As she walked away from him towards the sideboard so she could look in the mirror Chris took her in. If he wanted to argue with her or complain he couldn’t. The wind was knocked out of him. Her outfit wasn’t outlandish, after all, they were only going to a friend's house for drinks. It was a simple pair of jeans and a white tank top but it was enough to get Chris’ motor running. She wasn’t paying attention to him. She was putting her lipstick on in the mirror as Chris watched her. Her hair fell down her back as she angled her ass towards him which was clad in tight jeans that hugged her frame. And up top, she had a simple tank top which as she bent over Chris could see her cleavage heaving in the mirror’s reflection.

She caught him watching her and smiled.

‘What?’ she giggled turning around as he came behind her, his hands caressing her waist as he spun her around. Chris sighed with a smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

‘You’re so predictable you know that?’ he giggled. ‘I’m the predictable one huh?’ she said as she traced her finger down his jaw and to his chest where her hand stopped and rested against him. She could feel his heart thumping away underneath it. ‘Definitely,’ he said leaning down to kiss her but she pulled away smirking. ‘And how am I so predictable Mr Evans?’ ‘Dressing like that because you know-’ ‘I know that you’re gonna be down here pacing like a tiger,’ she smirked. ‘Because I hate being late,’ he said. ‘I know, I know,’ she said, ‘but you know I’m never on time I don’t know why it surprises you.’ ‘Oh it doesn’t,’ he said, ‘like you wearing that little number doesn’t surprise me. Trying to get on my good side. See, predictable.’ ‘If I’m predictable,’ she whispered leaning in close, ‘then how come I knew that this would get you all hot and bothered huh?’

Chris went to say something but he stopped at a loss for words. She was right. His heart was racing and his trousers felt incredibly tight and all she had to do was flaunt in front of him for a couple of minutes.

‘See…predictable,’ she said sultrily, leaning in dangerously close to him that he could smell her perfume. Chris ran his tongue along his teeth and nodded and then in a flash, he bent down, grabbed her by the legs and threw her over his shoulder. She giggled as he did it beating weakly on his back.

‘Chris!’ she giggled, ‘what are you doing.’ ‘I’m showing you how predictable I am,’ he said heading for the stairs she had come down not five minutes ago. ‘And the party?’ she asked giving up fighting and resting against him instead. ‘Oh by the time I'm done with you it’ll be 10 o'clock,’ he said smugly. They were in the bedroom now and he had thrown her down on her bed, coming to hover over her. Her hair was splayed around her and she was resting on her elbows, her chest heaving from laughing at him.

‘And what do you suppose we tell them?’ she giggled as he leant down and kissed her neck. ‘We could tell them the truth,’ he said, each word punctuated by a kiss. ‘Or?’ ‘Or something more believable,’ he said simply, ‘you made us late.’ ‘Oh really?’ she giggled though it was finished by a moan as he sucked gently on a delicate spot by her collarbone. ‘Like they wouldn’t believe that,’ he chuckled. ‘Guess it’s a good job we’re both so predictable then,’ she giggled.

I set down my whiskey and you kiss me, You lean your back against the wall, When we walk in and it's past ten, I'ma tell 'em it's your fault.

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Anything Like Me

Fandom: American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Austin Butler x Pregnant Female Reader

Characters: Austin Butler, Female Reader, Original Female Character, Lori Butler, David Butler

Word Count: 1750 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my pay back if he's anything like me

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Pregnant Reader, Dad Austin, Idk Austins Dad Please dont come for me, Parental Loss, Grief, Death of a Parent, Pregnancy, Love, Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Childhood, Worry, Divorce, Self Doubt, Insecurities, Child of Divorce, Anything Like Me // Brad Paisley

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘So,’ the doctor said as she placed cold gel on my stomach, ‘halfway there now. Are you excited?’ ‘Definitely,’ Austin answered from beside me. He was sitting on a stool, his hand interlaced with mine as I lay on the examination table ready for my twenty-week ultrasound. I looked at him, watching as his eyes lit up as he looked at the doctor, already a proud father. ‘And what about mom?’ she said as she started fiddling around with the ultrasound machine. ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘though my backs already hurting so I’m not looking forward to being any bigger.’ ‘I’ve told her she needs to take it easy,’ Austin said, rolling his eyes. ‘I am!’ I protested. ‘Yeah, which is why I found you painting the baby’s room at 3 am,’ he chuckled. ‘I couldn’t sleep,’ I defended, looking at the doctor as I explained, ‘heartburn.’ ‘A mother’s curse,’ the doctor chuckled, ‘I can prescribe you some antacids that should help. But he’s right, you should be taking it easy.’ ‘Okay, okay,’ I said, ‘I didn’t know it was gang up on the pregnant lady day.’ ‘Well how about we stop all that and have a look at the baby,’ the doctor said. She swivelled the screen around so we could see.

The sonograph came on the screen and I took in every inch of it. The baby looked different from our last scan. Our last one had been very early in my pregnancy and due to Austin’s work schedule, we hadn’t managed to get back here. The baby had been a tiny thing with a big head, little arms and a hint of a tail. Now it looked like a baby, albeit tiny. A lump formed in my throat as I watched it moving on the screen and when I looked at Austin there were tears in his eyes.

‘And here's the baby's heartbeat,’ she said, clicking a button so a fluttering thump echoed around the room. ‘Woah,’ Austin said softly as he held my hand underneath his chin. ‘So,’ the doctors said, knocking the sound off. Austin pulled back but kept hold of my hand, ‘baby seems happy and healthy. Mom's blood work and measurements seem on target. Would you like to know the sex?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘No,’ Austin said simultaneously. We looked at each other in shock. ‘You don’t want to find out?’ I said quietly, we hadn’t spoken about it beforehand. We’d shared our ideas on names but hadn’t landed on anything. I just figured that we’d find out at this scan and then decide from there. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I wanted it to be a surprise.’ ‘Babe this whole pregnancy was a surprise,’ I giggled. ‘I know, I guess I just like the wonder of not knowing,’ he said. My eyes searched his pensive face. There was something more to it I could tell but I didn’t exactly want to get into whatever it was in front of my OBGYN. ‘If you want I can write it down and you can take it away. That way you can look at it anytime you want,’ she said. ‘No,’ Austin replied quietly, ‘it’s okay. Hit us with it.’

The doctor turned back to the screen and hit a few buttons so the image remained still. Then with a dainty finger, she pointed at a little bump. I squinted trying to determine what it was but she said, ‘you see that thing right there?’ ‘Yeah,’ we nodded. ‘That means you’re having a boy,’ she said. The lump in my throat returned. A boy. A little Austin. I could picture him now in my mind. A cheeky little thing with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes.

I was already in love but as I looked at Austin he didn’t seem to be in the same headspace. He caught my gaze and smiled weakly. I squoze his hand and he kissed my fingers but said nothing. My mind whirred at whatever was the matter with him but I decided it would have to wait.

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Austin was quiet on the way home from the hospital. I had decided to let him have some space. To let him think. That was hours ago. Since then I had done two loads of laundry, ordered a ton of baby stuff and just finished putting dinner in the oven. As I placed the oven mitts on the side I wandered around downstairs and discovered Austin was nowhere to be found.

I trudged upstairs and found him sitting on our bed with a box of keepsakes in front of him, the contents of which were spread out around him. I lingered by the door frame watching him for a moment before he noticed me. He looked up at me with a small smile.

‘Hey,’ I said as I padded into the room. I put my hand on his cheek and he kissed it scooching over so I could sit next to him on the bed. ‘Hi,’ he mumbled. ‘You okay?’ I asked. ‘Fine,’ he said. I looked at him and quirked an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure?’ I said, ‘cos you’ve been awfully quiet.’ Austin sighed and leaned back against the headboard pulling me with him. I fell against him and tucked myself into his grasp as he moved my hair off my face. ‘I guess I’ve just been a little bothered,’ he said quietly. ‘About the baby?’ I asked, feeling him nod against me, ‘what is it?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he murmured, ‘I guess I never really thought about having a boy.’ I pulled back from him, my eyes searching his face as my brows knitted together, ‘what?‘ ‘I know, I know,’ he said, ‘it’s stupid.’ ‘No, it’s just you gotta have realised it was fifty/fifty shot,’ I giggled leaning back into him. He smirked and nodded as I traced my fingers over the back of his hand which was gripping my waist. ‘I did,’ he said quietly, ‘I guess it just worries me.’ ‘What does?’ ‘Having a boy.’ ‘A baby’s a baby,’ I said. ‘I know I know,’ he sighed, moving so he could look at me, ‘I guess I just thought that with a girl at least you’d know what to do. I guess with a boy I feel like I should know what to do. How to lead, you know.’ ‘That’s silly,’ I said, ‘boy or girl we’re not going to be prepared.’ ‘I guess,’ he said, ‘it’s just…’ ‘Just?’ ‘I guess I’m worried he’s gonna be exactly like me,’ he said.

I pulled up a little and peered up at his face, my mouth agape. The idea of him being a mini Austin had been a wonderful one to me.

‘Aus, you’re the best man I know,’ I baulked. He rolled his eyes, ‘yeah but I was a handful.’ ‘I’m sure you were,’ I giggled. ‘I don’t think there was a summer where I didn't have something in a cast,’ he said. He fumbled around on the bed, producing a photo of him proudly showing off his casted arm. ‘Kids break their arms Aus,’ I said. ‘It’s not just that. When my parents split up I was a nightmare. I got into fights, I pretended to be ill to get out of school,’ he said. ‘That’s all normal kid stuff,’ I said but he shook his head. ‘I guess. It just worries me…because I was so close to my mom but not my dad. I guess I don’t know what to do with it because I’ve never had that sort of relationship you know?’ he said. I nodded as he continued, ‘when they split up I was so angry. I refused to play football like my dad wanted me to. I knew it wasn’t his fault but I was so mad at him. And I put on my mom a lot but she seemed to know what to do. My dad had no idea where to start. And that made me angrier. I was his son and he just ignored me hoping the problem would sort itself out. Then I just acted out more. Staying out too late, dropping out of school against his wishes for acting. I put my mom through the wringer because he didn’t get me.’ ‘Just because your dad was like that doesn’t mean you will be. It doesn’t mean that you won’t know what to do. What you didn’t have you can give our baby. And you’re not expected to do it on your own. I’m here. We’re doing this together,’ I said, placing his hand on my belly as I looked at him. His face fell and he dropped his gaze from mine causing a pit to form in my stomach.

‘What if it’s not?’ he whispered, ‘what if we split up? What if I lose you?’ ‘Aus-‘ ‘Don’t say it won’t happen. I never thought I’d lose my mom but I did,’ he whispered. I sighed as I felt tears in my eyes. I tucked myself into him so I could hide my face from his gaze, allowing him to cuddle me tightly, his lips on my head. He kissed it gently. ‘I can’t promise that. No one can,’ I said quietly after a moment, ‘but your mom didn’t want to leave you. They didn’t want to get divorced. No one does. But we don’t have control over everything. But we can choose to react differently. Better. We can support our kid just like your mom supported you. Be the parents we needed when we were younger. Okay?’ ‘Okay,’ he mumbled, kissing me again. ‘Even if he puts us through hell. If we have countless sleepless nights. We’re going to keep going. Because one day he’ll be grown up, sitting on his bed looking through memories and pictures worrying about if he’s gonna be a good dad,’ I said. ‘I bet you’re right,’ he said. ‘I always am,’ I chuckled. ‘I’ll remember that,’ he smirked into my hair. ‘You should. And I for one am ecstatic to have another little you running about,’ I chuckled. ‘Yeah?’ he said. ‘Oh definitely,’ I said, ‘blonde hair, blue-eyed and a cheeky smile.’ ‘That's what you think about me as a kid?’ he chuckled. ‘Am I wrong?’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘but I’m sure you were just as cheeky.’ ‘Oh honey,’ I whispered, ‘if you were worried about having a boy let me tell you. A girl like me is no walk in the park.’ ‘Don't I know it,’ he chuckled.

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Dating Elvis Would Include (Headcanon)

He was the smoothest guy you’d ever met

Those cheeky lil smiles and his pickup lines would have you hot under the collar but you’d refuse to let him know it

Playing hard to get would drive him crazy

‘You think that’d impress me?’ ‘It impressed the other 500 women there so yeah’ ‘well I ain’t any woman’ ‘noted’

But after teasing him you’d finally let him take you on a date

And boy was it something

He’d be super chivalrous

He’d 100% buy flowers on the first date

Opening doors & pulling your chair out

Always having his hand on the small of your back

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My #1 post of 2022

Liability

Fandom: Bullet Train

Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader

Characters: Tangerine, Female Reader, Lemon

Tags: Bullet Train, Arguing, Friendship, Insecurity, Fucking, Fingering, Smut, Mild Angst, Kissing, Interupted Sex, Aftercare’s a bit shit, Moustaches, Tangerine & Lemon, Lemon & Reader are tight, established friendship, Female Reader, Penis in Vagina Sex, Fucking against a wall, quickies, if one of y’all speaks Japanese I am very sorry, Readers Codename is Peach

Summary: Reader and Tangerine fight and make up

Notes: that bit where tangerine 🍊 gets interrupted yeah it’s a bit different

‘Whoever killed him has that suitcase,’ Tangerine said.

‘A diesel,’ Lemon said, clicking his finger and pointing at me. I smirked as Tangerine’s jaw tightened.

‘A Diesel definitely has that briefcase,’ I said looking at Lemon who sat across from me.

‘Will you stop comparing everything to Thomas the fucking tank engine?!’ Tangerine snapped as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Lemon and I fell quiet for a moment as we watched him heave a heavy sigh. Silence fell between the three of us, well four if you counted the contractors dead son who was sitting beside us blood staining his cheeks. Finally, Lemon piped up, ‘Well it’s not an Edward who’s got it is it?’

‘For fuck-‘ Tangerine started but I cut him off.

‘Oh don’t be so narky,’ I snapped back, ‘besides the blokes dead now nothing we can do about it. I say we find the briefcase-‘

‘Oh so the white death can chop off just one limb each instead of both-‘

‘Well what do you suppose we do? We can’t magic him back to life but we can find the briefcase it’s on this train somewhere for fuck sake,’ I said, irritation riling inside of me.

I loved Tangerine. Adored him but sometimes he was really fucking irritating. Always looking on the black side of things. Always worrying. We’d always got out of things before. Why would it be any different this time?

‘Yeah well maybe if you had kept track of it like you were supposed to we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess,’ he spat.

‘Oh is that right? All three of us were responsible for it not just me. Because this job was for the three of us if I remember rightly.’

‘Well maybe I liked it better when it was just the two of us,’ he grumbled.

‘Tangerine-‘ Lemon interjected but I was hot on his tail that rage bubbling up.

‘Oh is that right?’ I said, ‘you’d rather it was just you? Just the guys?’

‘You know what…yeah,’ Tangerine said. His jaw was set and his eyes stony.

‘I’m just a liability huh?’ I said. My arms were folded now trying to hold myself together. I could feel the ache around my chest as I looked at him, almost egging him on to say all the things I’d worried about since I’d first joined the boys.

‘You’re not a liability-‘ Lemon said, looking between me and his brother as if we were two tennis players slinging the ball across the court to one another.

‘Well she’s not a fucking help,’ Tangerine said in a low voice that almost sounded like a growl. If I wasn’t so angry I’d be turned on with how he looked right now. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark and flaming. His arms were pulsing against his shirt, tight and taught against his muscles.

We locked eyes for a moment, neither of us wavering until finally I broke contact. I turned in my seat grappling with the coat I had thrown across the head rest.

‘Peach,’ Lemon said as I stood up next to Tangerine who rolled his eyes. I was trapped in my seat and he didn’t seem to want to move, no doubt seeing that as giving in somehow.

‘Move,’ I said, looking down at him with a look of disgust.

‘Look Peach,’ he said, holding a large hand clad in thick rings in front of me.

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captainwans · 3 years

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NERVOUS

credit to the owner of this gif!

pairing: chris evans x teen! fem! reader

summary:

y/n got a role on marvel and she’s about to shoot her first scene, but her nerves are kicking in. luckily, chris evans is there to ease her anxiety.

word count: 401

warning: not really angsty, just lots of fluff

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Y/N sat on her chair as she read her script, her eyes gazing down her lines and muttering to herself. She was currently on set memorizing a few of her lines before she was sent to shooting with others, and she was nervous because she didn’t want to mess up in front of Robert Downey, whom she will shoot a scene with. She was too caught up in her head that she didn’t notice Chris Evans taking a seat next to her waving up his hand in front of her, looking at her with a grin.

“Earth to Y/N!”

Snapping out of her thoughts she looked at him, a crimson painting her cheeks. She shyly smiled at him, “Oh, h-hey, Chris.” she greeted with a soft smile, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. He returned the smile and gazed down to her hand holding her script. “You ready to shoot your scene for the first time?” he asked her, his smile reaching his eyes.

She nodded her head, “I think so.” she answered, shoving a few hair strands away from her face and gave him a shy smile, “Just nervous since I’ll be shooting a scene with Downey, who’s amazing by the way, and I hope I won’t mess up my lines because I-'' she brought her hand to her mouth, mentally cursing for ranting.

She giggled, “I’m sorry, I rant when I’m nervous.” Chris chuckled and laid a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “There’s nothing to be stressed about, Downey is a huge softie. You’ll be fine, Y/N,” he reassured, making her cheeks burn as she nodded with a flustered smile.

Y/N hummed, fiddling with her hands while trying to distract herself from her beating heart and a flushed face. She was about to open her mouth to say something but was cut off when one of the crew members told her to show up at the set.

“Time’s up, Y/L/N.”

She gave them thumbs up and stood up from her chair, leaving her script on the chair, and went to a vanity mirror to check herself. She turned to Chris and pointed at her outfit, “How do I look? Will this capture heart eyes?” she asked him with a cheeky smile, making him laugh, his hand resting on his chest.

“You look great, sweetheart. You’ll do amazing.”

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toastedkiwi · 4 years

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Dad

Summary: it’s Chris’s birthday and you got him something very special.

Pairing: Stepdad!Chris Evans x Stepdaughter!Reader

“Hey, I thought I said no presents,” Chris said as you come out to the patio with your mom behind you and a nicely wrapped box in hand.

“Who the fuck said it was for you?” You sassed.

You get smacked upside the head and receive a chorus of “language.” Chris laughs at you of course.

“Fine, be that way. I’ll just take my present back, Dad,” you said looking at Chris.

“No! Gimme! Gimme!” he said making grabby hands at you.

He gets smacked upside the head and his mother asked, “where’s your manners?”

You laughed at his expense along with many others that have gathered for Chris’s birthday. It’s just his side of the family.

“Please?!” Chris said as you come up to him.

You hand him his present and he smiles.

“Thank you, bubs,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” you said still standing next to him.

“Why are you filming, Scott?” Chris asked.

“Just shut your face and open your present,” Scott said.

“Ya know, it’s my birthday,” Chris said.

“Yes, I fuckin’ do. Just open it!” Scott said.

“Asshole— wait, is it a fuckin’ snake again, Y/n?!” Chris asked looking at you.

“You’ll just have to open it and find out,” you said with a mischievous smirk.

Chris grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap. There’s more laughter from everyone. You just look at your mother who’s shaking her head.

“Are you seriously using your wife’s kid as a shield?” Shanna asked.

“Yes,” Chris smiles.

“Asshole,” you muttered.

“Love you too,” he whispered softly and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Chris finally starts pulling off the wrapping.

“Oooooo, new shoes?” Chris said seeing the shoe box.

“I want some new shoes!” Ryan, your four year old half-brother, said running out into the background.

“We bought you some last week, Ry,” Chris said as your mom puts Ryan into her lap.

“Oh, I remember now!” Ryan exclaimed.

Chris chuckles and opens the shoe box up to find pink tissue paper. He pulls out the tissue paper to find some papers with typed words on them. He pulls them out and starts reading.

“What does it say?” Scott asked.

“It says to “shut the fuck up and let me read”,” Chris said as Ryan gasped at his dad’s words

“Yeah, let the old fart read, Uncle Scottie,” you sassed.

Chris is quick to put a hand over your mouth and keep his eyes to the pieces of paper. His eyes start to water and he bites his bottom lip.

“Oh my god,” Chris said.

He pulls your legs over his and wraps his arms around you tightly. You hug him back.

“You really want me to be your dad?” He asked you quietly.

“You already are my dad. This just makes it legal,” you said teary eyed.

“Bubba,” he whispered.

“We also changed my last name to Evans,” you said.

“Really?” He asked.

You nod your head. It obviously had to happen. Chris has always been there since you were six years old. Your dad left when you were just two. He wanted nothing to do with you or your mom anymore. But then Chris came along and you had a dad. Soon they got married and had your little brother who’s a little weasel. And Chris has done any and everything to make sure that you’re included and his kid even though you aren’t biologically his. You couldn’t have asked for a better dad.

“Fucking shit, you’re making me cry, Munchkin,” Chris said wiping away his tears.

“Language!” Ryan yelled.

“I’m sorry, Ryan,” Chris said still holding you tightly.

“You should be,” the four year old sassed.

Chris just smiles knowing he’s the major contributor to all the sass both his kids have. You’re Evans after all.

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Weird (Request)

MCU Cast x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Hello ❤💓could i please request a x teen reader were she has a really quirky and bubbly personality and the cast loves it but she starts getting bullied at school for it and shes acting shy and doesnt talk anymore and there all concerned.⚘💓❤😘

Warnings: bullying, general sadness, insecurity

(A/N): decided to do this request with chris evans, anthony mackie, sebastian stan, scarlett johansson, and elizabeth olsen (as i have previously stated, fitting the entire cast into it is impossible, so i usually have to pick). i hope this doesnt affect the requesters enjoyment of it :)

“I’m considering picking up some lye,” you said bluntly. Everyone that had attended Chris’ I’m-sorry-I-forgot-I-was-hosting-dinner dinner looked up from their Chinese takeout boxes.

“Like, the chemical lye?” Anthony asked, picking at a piece of chicken with his chopsticks. You hummed and nodded, doing the same.

“Why?” Sebastian asked.

“I’m considering getting into the soap making business,” you said, “there’s some real money in that market.”

“Really?” Scarlett said, chuckling along with everyone else at the horrible, scrambling-to-even-be-called-a-dinner dinner.

“Don’t laugh, guys. You might be seeing my custom soaps in The Body Shop soon,” you joked and once more everyone laughed, shaking their heads.

“Good luck with that,” Elizabeth said.

“Thank you, I’ll need it, seeing as lye is apparently very fun to eat and also very toxic,” you sipped your coke, bubbles long gone, leaving the sticky and sweet juice behind.

It was like that every time you were around. You always had something strange you had been pondering about, wether it was soap-making, a career in shipwreck exploration, or investing in a live action Thomas the Train movie. Every single time the cast was with you, they were waiting for the next weird thing to come from your mouth and they were never disappointed.

You were a lovely, outgoing, yet casually blunt young person, and you were simply wonderful to be around. Like a breath of fresh air each time they were around you. Refreshingly happy.

And you loved being weird. You loved being yourself, even if you were a bit of an outsider. Not in the sense that you were better than anyone else, you were just slightly different. You always felt there was nothing wrong with that.

Well, you did. Then things changed. Your schedule working with the movie was lined up, so you had at least two days a week in regular school, often more. You were happy, because it meant you weren’t sacrificing your education to be in a movie.

Then these girls started bothering you. You could always tell that they didn’t exactly like you, which you actually understood. You always knew that you could easily come off as pretentious and snobby when someone didn’t know you, especially seeing as you were a ‘quirky’ movie star.

But then they started talking to your friends. Which was fine. But then when you tried to speak to your friends, everything changed. Those girls were practically bristling at your presence, your friends included.

But you didn’t let that bother you. You still had plenty of friends on set, as you considered all of your cast members to be your friends. And they considered you a friend as well.

But then those girls at school decided that they weren’t done. First, they said things that were very obviously about you, but were disguised as something else. And they’d always make sure you’d hear.

“I think I’d like to be an actor,” one of the girls had said. They had been sitting on a bench a little bit away from your locker, where you were cramming a physics book in.

“Oh my god, Lacey, you’re so quirky and weird!” another one had said, and your mood had crumbled, realizing they were making fun of you. You had just closed your locker and left, but you had still heard their giggles at your obviously upset state.

Then they just started blatantly making fun of you, saying you were ugly and untalented, but what hurt you most was when they said you had an annoying, attention-seeking personality.

You started questioning things about yourself that you never questioned. Were you attention-seeking? Was your personality annoying? Were you even a good actor?

You would tell your friends, but they didn’t seem to like you anymore, and with your new insecurity about your personality, you even wondered if the cast really liked you, or if they just found you annoying like everyone else.

So you told no one, and you decided, determined, that you would be less annoying and more quiet.

“Hey, Y/n! You’re here!” Sebastian exclaimed, as you entered Elizabeth’s rented flat. He was holding a drink in one of his hands and ran to hug you at the door. You hugged back gently.

“Are you ready for an actually prepared dinner this time?” Elizabeth said slyly, smirking at Chris, who had definitely heard enough about that one time he forgot to plan the dinner.

“Ha ha, very funny, Liz,” he said. You watched them in amusement, holding back multiple snarky comments.

Sebastian, Elizabeth, and Chris had all turned to you, and it took you a moment to realize they were expecting you to say something. There was an awkward moment where just watched them, before they snapped out of it, coughing and shuffling uncomfortably.

“Uh, anyway, table’s this way!” Elizabeth guided you all to the large table. Anthony and Scarlett were already there, mid-conversation and bobbing their heads to ‘Anaconda’ played from Elizabeth’s stereo.

“Y/n’s here!” Scarlett said excitedly and you sat down sheepishly.

“Yep.”

You watched everyone around the table exchange glances, before all eyes landed back on you.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked carefully. He was sitting next to you.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, fiddling with your napkin, “just a little stressed about school.” You forced a smile.

“.. Alright,” Anthony said said reluctantly. There was a moment of silence, because if you weren’t happy, there had to be something seriously wrong with the world.

“Uh, I think the chicken’s ready,” Elizabeth said, changing the subject. Everyone mumbled in relief.

The night went on and everyone had conversations and small laughs as they ate, but it was very clear that something was off. Scarlett tried bringing you into the conversations several times, but you immediately clammed up.

It was becoming increasingly clear to the cast, that it was obviously not stress from school (which none of them bought anyway). You noticed the awkwardness too, contemplating if you were being too much of a downer. They would probably have a better time if you didn’t drag them down, you thought.

“I should go,” you said suddenly, making their heads snap towards you. You forked your untouched chicken.

“Why?” Sebastian asked, as you stood up and grabbed your jacket. You stilled.

You were conflicted in that moment, wondering wether to confess to them or suck it up and go home. You just didn’t know how to be less of a bother.

“Don’t lie,” Scarlett said, noticing your conflicted state. You frowned.

“Am I.. Annoying?” you whispered. There was a moment of silence.

“What?” Chris exclaimed, baffled. You looked up at them.

“Am I- Am I weird? Because if so, I-I can just go home-”

There came a choir of whats and nos, and outrage from the table. Everyone spoke over one another for a moment, desperately trying to let you know as clearly as possible.

“Hey!” Anthony’s booming voice shut the rest of the guests up. He looked you in the eyes, “None of us think or have ever thought that you were annoying. And for your information, you’re only weird in a good way. Now, would you mind telling us why you suddenly think this?”

He was calm in a way the public never saw him. Dropping the silliness and handling the situation. It was quiet then.

You felt horribly sad, as you thought about those girls at school. You sighed and blinked away tears. Your cast members’ faces grew even more worried at this.

“Come on, N/n. Sit down again and let’s talk about this,” Elizabeth said gently, patting your chair. You nodded hesitantly, and sat down. You fiddled with your napkin self-consciously. They waited for you to speak.

“Well.. There are these girls at my school. I don’t know- They just.. Started making fun of me, I guess,” you mumbled, ashamed and avoiding their gazes.

“They said you were annoying?” Chris asked.

You nodded. Sighs could be heard around the table. If you had dared look up, you’d have seen several clenched jaws and fists, displeased faces, and frowns.

“Have you told anyone?” Sebastian then asked.

You shook your head. You felt someone grasp your hand and looked up to see Sebastian, sitting across from you, holding your hand gently. He smiled sympathetically.

“First of all, Y/n, you’re not at all annoying. You’re the type of person anyone can love, you’re so refreshing to be around, and you always have something funny to say,” Scarlett begun after a moment of silence. You smiled softly.

“Secondly, this is something you need to tell the principle, and I don’t want to hear anything about how you don’t want to confront them or anything. You shouldn’t tolerate that,” her voice was tough and determined. You knew she was right, so you nodded.

There was a moment of silence.

“So.. Have you discovered anything strange you want to share with us?” Anthony asked then. A large, toothy smile enveloped your face, as you remembered that there was, in fact, something you had been excited to share with them.

“Yeah, so, uhm.. I’ve been playing this game..”

And with that, everything was back to normal. You entertained them like you always did with your bright and bubbly personality, and you felt confident and happy again.

It would take you a lot longer than just that night, to fully understand why you were amazing and exactly why you weren’t annoying, but the most important thing was that you were happy and confident right then and there.

You called the principle, of course, and those girls were expelled. Your friends apologized for their behavior, but you decided not to be friends with them again, not with the way they treated you. You weren’t mean about it, just got some better, more sincere friends.

Although, you were grateful for friends you had had in that time. Your cast mates started complimenting you more, just slightly here and there. And if any interviewer or fan commented on your personality, the cast would get incredibly protective very fast.

They knew that your personality was an easy place for people to pick on you, and they just wanted to make sure, that you knew you were a lovely human being. And with how much they reminded you, it got hard to forget. But that’s only a good thing, because you really are a good person :)

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