#chris evans x black woman

[spookysanta]

The TA - three. (h.c., c.e.)

Summary: no spoilers! ;)

Pairings: Professor!Chris Evans x Black!Reader, student!Henry Cavill x Black!Reader

WARNINGS: sexy talk, implied sexy times

here’s part three! props to mai for crankin out long chapters.

and with this... her hiatus ends. enjoy!

UNEDITED

“Could you imagine?” he asked her seductively, sauntering closer to her body so that his heat was radiating in her space. “You and me—together.”

She took a step back, her body stuck in between his and her kitchen counter. “Is that professional?”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I—I don’t think this is right.” She was almost a puddle by now. “I don’t want us to get in trouble—”

“With who?” another voice spoke from the front door. Her eyes darted over to the origin of the sound and saw him, stood there with his arms folded across his chest and his shoulder leaning against the wall. “With me?”

“Well, yes,” she stuttered out, “I don’t want to lose this job.”

“And why not?” he soon emerged in front of her also, “Is it because you need this job…?”

He paused to analyze her flushed face, her head nodding furiously. 

He smirked, “Or is it because you like the attention you’re getting from me—from us.”

The other voice laughed heartily. “I think that’s what it is.”

“No! I—”

“You like this, don’t you? You like the feeling of being watched.” The first voice retorted with a sinister grin.

“And,” the other butted in, “you know we both want you. Do you want us, (Y/N)?”

She didn’t know what to say. 

“Y’know, I think that she wants us.” The first voice mumbled to the second, both pairs of eyes roaming her body. “I think she wants the two of us to take her—to meet all her needs.”

“Is that what you want?” Their voices were deep in her ears. She felt a pair of lips on the shell of her ear. The other voice now had his hands all over her as a groan rumbled deep in his chest. She let out a whimper at the feeling of four hands touching her, heat being left in their paths. “Do you want us both to take you?”

“Yes. God, yes.” 

She woke to knocks pounding on her door. 

Dammit. 

She got out of bed hesitantly, sliding into a pair of slippers and putting on her housecoat and moving quickly to the front door to silence whomever was on the other side. She swung the door open, breath catching in her throat. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Henry greeted shortly. “I need to talk to you.”

It was almost too perfect. Here she was dreaming of him touching her wherever his fingers would reach. 

And now here he was. Hopefully, she wasn’t moaning his name in her sleep—it’d be a shame if he heard her from across the hall. 

She stepped aside.

He entered her apartment and sat on the couch.

“Coffee?” she offered since there was no way she’d be able to go back to sleep. 

“No, thanks. I’ve already had two.”

Two cups of coffee? What the hell is going on?

“Are you okay?” she quizzed, cleaning out the single-cup coffee maker to prepare a fresh cup. “You seem…frazzled.”

“Frazzled isn’t even the word.” He muttered.

“So what is it?” she sat next to him while her beverage brewed. 

His eyes cast downward. “I think…I think I like you.”

Well, that’s not at all what she expected after the dream she’d just had. 

“I like you, (Y/N).” he said again, almost to make sure he meant what he said. “I like you a lot. And I know that kind of messes things up for us because I consider us friends. But when you were talking about Chris coming onto you, I got jealous.”

So that’s what that was yesterday; he completely shut down after their conversation at The Bistro. 

She waited for him to continue. 

“I think you’re insanely smart, and you’re pretty, and you’re really cool to be around. I didn’t want to tell you, but I felt weird after yesterday and I knew I’d have to get it off my chest.” He finally looked at her, their eyes meeting. “You’re quiet.”

“I didn’t expect you to say that.” She replied in a hushed tone, “I like you, too.”

“You do?”

She nodded as a reply. And no, she wasn’t going to tell him about her dream, though she wanted to—to “clear the air”, as they say.

Right now, her mind was like a nighttime fog on a deserted road.

“Well, what do we do now?”

That was a good question. Should they decide to pursue a relationship, that could cause a rift between the two of them and Chris professionally; but if they choose not to, then there would be an uncuttable amount of tension between the two of them.

And undoubtably, Chris would freak if he found out either way.

“Y’know what I think?” he continued since she was deep in her own mind. “I think I want to take you on a date.”

She wanted to grin but fought the urge. “Is that so?”

He leaned closer to her, eyes glancing to her lips and back to her eyes. “Yeah, it is. I also think I should kiss you.” He still leaned in, their noses just an inch apart. 

This was just like in her dream. 

She felt his lips brush hers.

“Wait,” she put a hand on his chest. “what about Chris?”

He waved the idea off, one of his hands caressing her brown cheek. “We’re adults. We can be professional, no? What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

And then, finally, they kissed. This part was nothing like her dream. Because right now, in this instant, she was completely engulfed in him and only him without any distractions. 

His scent permeated her nose and infiltrated her thoughts, and his warmth cradled her as they kissed. She wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him in closer (as if that were possible)—she was in dire need to feel more.

He pulled away first. His eyes searched her face for a moment before his head dipped down and kissed along her jaw and down her throat, his hand moving from her face to the back of her neck. 

Her head fell back with a sigh escaping her lips. 

Slowly, her hips began to grind up against his; he chuckled at the contact. He sat up, “Are you sure you want this?” he asked her breathlessly, “We can stop if you want.”

“No.” she almost shouted. “I want this.”

And with that, he untied her robe, then began to strip her on her couch. 

He kissed down her body as he removed their clothes, entwining their fingers. 

**

It was embarrassing how good he’d made her feel. 

It was almost embarrassing how loud he made her moan—to the point where he kept a hand over her mouth as he pounded into her so that Mr. Jenkins next door wouldn’t call security. 

It was almost embarrassing how desperate she was to be connected to him after they finished their three rounds of intimacy.

And, most importantly, she was embarrassed beyond belief at how happy she felt in the moments following their love affair. 

She lay on top of his hairy chest as they rested in silence. She was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep because of how slow his chest rose and fell with each breath. 

“Hey,” he spoke out into the void, his hand gently patting her bum to get her attention. “you okay?”

She nodded against his clammy skin. “Yeah.” She looked up at him, kissing his chin. “I’m good, you?”

He looked back down at her with a grin, “I’m great.” His phone rang from inside one of the pockets of his sweatpants. “Hello?”

A deep voice spoke from the other end. 

She felt his heart begin more rapidly against her cheek. 

She wondered who made him feel so nervous so suddenly. His eyes darted down to her. 

“Actually, I’m a bit preoccupied.”

She felt a squeeze on one of her ass cheeks and let out a squeal, smacking him playfully on the pec. 

“Yeah, I’ll tell her. Thanks, bye.” He tossed his phone to the top of the pile of their clothes. “So, that was Chris.”

“Ah.” 

“And he said that he needs us to stay after class tomorrow to make copies of next week’s case study.”

She groaned. “Dammit. I hate making copies—the copier in Franklin takes forever.”

“I know, I know. But you’ll be with me, so that’s a plus.”

“Is it?” she joked, earning another pinch on the behind. A yelp came from her throat, “Ooh!”

They laid there for a while, stealing kisses and touches as they basked in their afterglow. At some point she stood and strutted to the bathroom to have a shower, not realizing that she has a spectator. “Would you like to join me since you’re watching my every move?”

Quickly, almost as if he was anticipating her asking him, he stood and sped into the bathroom behind her.

***

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[halfrican-heat]

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Hey, I'm Lyv! This is my masterlist. Browse around and see what you might like. Be sure to check out my BIO and REQUEST RULES for more info. Happy reading!

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one day I'll stop being an obsessed fan girl... but that's not today

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[writershapeholeonthedoor]

She's so lovely

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Elizabeth introduces you to the world

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. We're also going to pretend here that talk shows are broadcast live, thank you very much. This was requested by one of you! Thanks you for the request, anon!

MASTERLIST

“You’re so gorgeous, my love.”

The words were whispered against the crook of your neck and you closed your eyes when you felt slim arms wrapping around you from behind. You hummed happily, letting your body rest against your girlfriend and smiling. She pressed her lips on your neck while one of her hands pressed against your stomach to keep you in place.

You opened your eyes after a few seconds and met her gaze on the mirror in front of you. “Thank you,” you replied shyly.

Elizabeth smiled and kissed your shoulder. “Are you ready to go?”

Your eyes met through the mirror and you found yourself blushing at the way her pupils seemed to take over her very green eyes as she looked at you. Even if you had been together for over a year now, the way she looked at you at times still made you blush, her presence still made butterflies come up in your belly, and you still found yourself giggling like a schoolgirl sometimes. You had a crush on your girlfriend, that’s for sure.

“I’m ready,” you agreed with a nod as you turned your head to look at her.

Elizabeth was slightly taller than you thanks to the high heels she was wearing so you raised one hand to caress her cheek and pull her in for a quick kiss, making sure you wouldn’t smudge your lipstick and ruin your makeup. She accepted the kiss happily, humming and licking her lips when you pulled away, although she made sure to keep you close to her.

“I’m ready to go too,” she said after a second. When you turned to give yourself another glance at the mirror, Elizabeth leaned down to kiss the back of your head as her hands squeezed your waist. “You’re going to be the most beautiful woman in there.”

“Have you seen yourself?” You declared with a fond eye roll.

Elizabeth chuckled and finally took a few steps back to grab her purse from the bed. You took advantage of that to give her another look. She had chosen to wear a black dress with a big opening at her right leg and her hair was perfectly pulled into a bun with a few strays falling down her face. Her nails were painted a dark green shade and she kept her jewelry simple enough, and you could barely believe that woman was your girlfriend.

One of your friends jokingly asked you once how you managed to date her and you had playfully told them you had no idea, but it wasn’t exactly a lie. Maybe the Universe really liked you or something.

“Can you remind me who else is going to be there?” You inquired while you waited for her to check if she had everything she needed in her purse.

Elizabeth hummed. “Not many people,” she started. “I think most of our castmates couldn’t make it, but Scarlett, Robert, Hemsworth and Holland said they would be able to make it.”

It has been over a year but you still weren’t used to hearing those names being thrown around like nothing. You were still a bit starstruck when you were reminded that your girlfriend knew and worked with those people, not to mention some other big names in the industry. It also made you nervous because that was the first time you were meeting any of them. You’ve met some of Elizabeth’s friends and her family, but you kept yourself far from that artistic world until then. But then Chris Evans invited Elizabeth to his wedding - a very sudden wedding, might you add - and she asked you to be her plus one, something you couldn’t deny her.

Elizabeth had promised you everything would work out just fine and that the press didn’t even know about the wedding, not to mention that Evans had assured everyone that no pictures would be leaked anywhere, but you weren’t worried about it because of you. Elizabeth spent the last few years trying to keep her private life away from the rest of the world and you didn’t want her newfound peace to be ruined.

“Oh, can I put my phone there?” You asked when you noticed Elizabeth was about to zipper her purse.

She threw you an amused glance but nodded and reached out to take the cell phone from where you left it charging by the bed. After that, you both made sure you had the hotel room key and left to take the car that was waiting for the two of you.

[...]

“Lizzie!” You heard the chirpy voice before you noticed the woman walking towards you, but, as soon as you realized who it was, you almost choked on the champagne you had been drinking. “It’s so good to see you again!”

Elizabeth unwrapped her arm from around your waist to accept the hug Scarlett was aiming at her, smiling brightly at her friend. “Hey, Scar! Have you been here for long? Didn’t see you before.”

“Oh, no, I just got here.” Scarlett pulled away while waving a hand to someone else she saw in the crowd. “And already lost my companion to Hemsworth,” she said with a huff.

Elizabeth laughed. “He tried to take mine away too, but I threatened to tell his kids he’s not a superhero.”

Scarlett also laughed while your eyes kept going from one woman to the other, and she eventually turned her head to look at you. If she was surprised to see you, she didn’t show, although you could point out that she was a Hollywood actress. “You must be the famous girl Elizabeth told everyone about.”

You blushed and raised a hand to put your hair behind your ear all while Elizabeth looked at you with loving eyes. “Are you sure she wasn’t talking about someone else?” You joked with a chuckle.

“Nope,” Elizabeth was the one to reply, popping the word before curling her arm around you again. “Scar, that’s my girlfriend. The one and only.”

It was perhaps the way she said that with so much love in her voice, or the way she was looking at you as if you were the most important person on Earth to her, but you found yourself smiling a bit goofy at her, radiant and joyful, enough to draw a laugh from Scarlett. You felt your cheeks heating up, but you didn’t have the time to be actually ashamed of it because Elizabeth quickly pulled you closer to kiss your forehead as if she knew, just by looking at you, that you were a bit nervous and needed her touch to keep you grounded.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you,” Scarlett said when you turned to look at her again. She had that motherly smile on her face that no one who hadn’t kids could master and it made you instantly feel more at ease with her. “I’m glad to see that Lizzie here finally found someone to hook her for good,” she joked.

You laughed while Elizabeth groaned and pinched her nose. “I’m not Evans, come on,” she mumbled.

“Evans was faster than you.” The voice that interrupted your conversation was much deeper this time and you recognized it before the man joined the small group you were in. Robert had his signature sunglasses on and a nice suit, his lips crooked in a lopsided smile as he tilted his head to look at Elizabeth from over his glasses. “Or so I heard.”

“Yes, keep making fun of me,” Elizabeth complained, albeit she also sounded amused by all of that. Her arm hadn’t left your waist and you were just happy to see her interact with her friends, people she worked with for ten years now.

“I will,” Robert replied in a provocative manner but his attention soon turned to you. “How did Hemsworth not pull you away? I haven’t seen my wife since I got here.” Before you could even think of a reply though, he was already reaching out one of his hands. “Robert, nice to meet you.”

“Hello,” you greeted him with a polite smile. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hemsworth was scared away,” Elizabeth completed. “And this is my girlfriend.” You didn’t miss the way she looked at you with dreamy eyes.

“Yes, I could tell,” Robert joked as he turned his head to Scarlett. “Her arm is, like, wrapped a thousand times around the poor girl.”

Scarlett laughed as Elizabeth shoved his shoulder playfully, but the actress soon looked over your shoulder in time to see someone else getting closer. “Hey, why is Lizzie the only one with her significant other?!” And that’s how you met Tom.

The wedding kept going without surprises after that. Hemsworth returned with everyone’s husbands, wives and girlfriends after a while and your group soon found a table to sit at while talking. You got along just fine with all of them, feeling very confident with your words after Elizabeth placed a hand on your thigh under the table to show her support. You soon forgot those people were movie stars and it was easy to laugh and joke around with all of them. Evans showed up at one point to chat and thank everyone for their presence, and he was also introduced to you. Once again, Elizabeth didn’t hide how proud and utterly happy she was when telling him you were her girlfriend, and it made you blush like all the other times she did that.

At one point, you all reunited with Evans to take photos, then you stepped to the side with everyone’s spouses to allow the Marvel cast to take pictures of their own, before Evans and his new wife started to call the other couples for more pictures. You and Elizabeth were one of the first to go, keeping your photos simple and fast before going back to the bar to grab something to drink. Hemsworth found you there and, this time, didn’t back away from grabbing you to a drinking contest.

You two stumbled back to your hotel room in the early hours of the morning, both barefoot after kicking your shoes in the cab, laughing and still talking about the party you had just left.

[...]

“So, we all know Elizabeth Olsen and Benedict Cumberbatch have some very exciting news for us with their new movie coming up!” James Corden told his audience while both actors listened to him talking while sitting in the seats next to him. “But it appears they’re also having some busy personal lives! Benedict, you have recently welcomed a newborn!”

“Oh, yes,” the man said calmly as usual and with a wide smile that showed up when he talked about his family. Elizabeth watched her coworker and friend with a soft smile of her own, her legs crossed and hands resting on a knee. “My house has been very loud for a while now.”

“I can imagine that,” the host agreed with his natural eagerness. “It’s your third one, the house is getting full now.”

“It is. The back of the car also doesn’t fit anyone else, so maybe it’s time to stop right here,” Benedict joked, earning some laughs from the audience, the host and Elizabeth.

Her laugh, though, caught James’ attention to her and he soon directed his next question to her. “Any newborns in your life?”

“No,” she replied with a chuckle. “I’m staying away from diapers, thank you very much.”

“That’s funny of you to say because people on the internet seem to enjoy calling you their mom,” James declared with a laugh as Elizabeth’s face turned a bit pink.

“I know! That’s so weird! I don’t know why they do that,” she said.

“Well, we do,” James started, “but I don’t think we should tell you just yet.”

Sitting on your couch at home, you almost choked on your food when you heard that. You had turned on the TV to watch your girlfriend’s interview for her upcoming movie but you didn’t imagine you would hear anyone addressing the fact that people were thirsty for Elizabeth all over the world. You could only laugh when it seemed that James’ words only made Elizabeth more confused and you just knew she would ask you about it again soon. You still didn’t want to tell her though because her confusion was too cute to watch.

“Anyway,” James’ voice caught your attention on the television again, “we recently found out that one of your castmates got married a few months ago and that you attended the ceremony.”

“Well, we were called to the party,” Elizabeth corrected him gently. “Benedict couldn’t go because, as you said, he had a newborn to look after, but I went and it was so much fun.”

“We saw that,” James teased her. “I think Hemsworth and Tom Holland posted a few pictures last week. It did seem like it was a good party.”

He pointed to the screen behind them where a few photos of the Marvel cast partying were flashing for the audience to see. None of the photos were compromising or too embarrassing, but Elizabeth was glad to see she only appeared in one of them. The last photo was of Elizabeth with the newlywed couple smiling at the camera and it brought a chorus of ‘aw’ from the audience. Elizabeth knew her friend had posted that picture a few days before to finally announce his marriage to the world because he asked for her permission first and she also knew what picture was being shown after that because the show’s producers told her about it.

Then one of the photos with all of the Marvel cast and their spouses appeared and she couldn’t help but smile happily at that. You looked so beautiful standing there by her side, smiling at the camera and pressed against her, and it made her remember all the fun you had that night. You also saw Hemsworth doing bunny years at Zendaya and you, Robert’s wife sharing a laugh with Scarlett, and how you and Evans had supported your arms on Holland’s shoulders since he was shorter than both of them. It was a great picture, one that Elizabeth was seriously thinking about hanging on the wall of her home office, but it also brought questions.

There you were among everyone else, someone people had never seen before and who was gladly standing there with Elizabeth’s free arm around your waist. Back home you were holding your breath. Your girlfriend told you it was going to happen, of course, since you had to agree with it as much as she had, but that didn’t stop you from feeling nervous about it. You almost wished they would go back to talk about Benedict’s son, although you were still pretty sure about it when you talked with Elizabeth the day before.

She wanted to tell the world about you and you had agreed with that, but now it was a bit unsettling to have your anonymous identity going away like that.

“We can see some familiar faces,” James declared, bringing your attention back to the interview. You noticed the way Elizabeth nodded along his words even if she still wasn’t looking at him. “And we can see someone we’re not familiar with at all! Elizabeth, care to tell who that is?”

Elizabeth laughed politely at him before tilting her head to the side to answer his questions. “Well, yes. That girl by my side, you know, the most gorgeous woman in the picture?” She playfully winked at the camera and, even miles away, you felt your face heating up. “That’s my girlfriend.” It was a statement said with pride and clear happiness, something you didn’t think you would ever get used to hearing, and it made your heart beat faster inside your chest. Elizabeth talked about you with love in her voice and her eyes even through the screen.

“What?” James pretended to be as shocked as his audience was. “You need to explain that to us, Elizabeth!”

Your girlfriend chuckled and shared a look with Benedict before going on. “We’ve been dating for a while now.”

“How long is a while?”

“Uh,” Elizabeth added a dramatic pause as she smiled. “Over a year.”

“A year?!” James exclaimed loudly. “How did you keep that from us?!” He joked.

“Oh, well, you know, I didn’t want anyone trying to steal my girlfriend from me,” Elizabeth joked as well. “But yes, that’s the thing. We have been together for a while now, we recently moved in together, and I thankfully had the best plus one at Chris’ wedding.”

“Hopefully she will be the plus one for a while,” James commented in a tone that made it clear he was moving away from that topic soon. The show’s production had agreed with Elizabeth to talk about it briefly and not have him ask for your name or any personal information.

“I’m kind of hoping I get to be her plus one forever, James,” Elizabeth laughed. “Not going to lie, that’s what I’m aiming for.”

While James made a joke about it and people laughed, you were left smiling at yourself alone in your living room. Elizabeth wouldn’t be home for another three hours as far as you knew, but you wished you could hug her and kiss her to show how much you appreciated her words. You also hoped to stay in Elizabeth’s life forever and you wanted to say that to her face.

[...]

“You’re here!” You yelped when you saw Elizabeth walking through the front door.

You barely gave her any time to prepare before you jumped in her arms, forcing her to catch you so you wouldn’t both end up on the floor. She laughed, the sound hitting your ear and making you feel giddy for a moment, but she held you tightly as she let go of her purse and phone, not caring when they hit the ground.

“I’m here,” she agreed. “Why do I get this reception?”

“I missed you,” you told her as you started to press sloppy kisses all over her face. “And you’re the best girlfriend in the world, and I also want to be your plus one forever.”

Elizabeth accepted the kisses between laughs but she eventually had to put you down when her arms started to give in. Even so, she kept her hands on your waist and you wrapped your arms around her neck to keep her close. “I love it and I love you, but I need to take a shower. I’m gross. We also need to get dinner started.”

“I love you so much,” you declared before pulling her in for a kiss.

It didn’t take long for it to get a bit heated, although you kept your hands from roaming her as you wished because you knew it wasn’t the time for that. Elizabeth was still wearing the clothes she wore to give her interviews that day and you just knew she probably hadn’t eaten at all. Even so, you finished the kiss by pecking her lips a couple of times before finally pulling away.

“Go take your shower, I will get dinner started,” you told her.

Elizabeth agreed and soon disappeared into the hallway that led to the bedrooms. You went in the opposite direction towards the kitchen where you hoped to get a few things ready before your girlfriend left the shower. Elizabeth loved to cook, but you liked making things easier for her by chopping onions and other things she might want to use.

You were putting on a song on your phone minutes later when you got a notification from Instagram saying Elizabeth had just posted something. You were surprised because it has been at least two years since she posted anything on her feed and she only used her stories to promote her upcoming works, so you wasted no time to click on it and see what it was about. As soon as the app opened, you saw a picture of the two of you taken at Chris’s wedding.

You didn’t remember who took it, but it was of you receiving a kiss on the cheek as you smiled widely and Elizabeth tried to, in vain, to put her hand in front of the camera. The photo didn’t show much, just your faces, your arms draped on Elizabeth’s shoulders and her hand, but it was pretty obvious how much you loved each other. You could almost feel it by just looking at it. It was a great photo, one that you knew Elizabeth used as her screensaver, but you soon moved to the small text she posted with it.

“Hey, world. I would like for you to meet my girlfriend, my partner. My secret for the past months, if you may, but we don’t want it to be a secret anymore because I want you all to know her. My secret is smart, she’s funny, she’s sweet, she’s so lovely, she understands me and has no problem being weird with me. Every single day I find new things to love about her and I’m pretty sure you guys will see why now that you know her too. Even so, I ask for your guys' respect and understanding to keep her life as private as possible. My love, my better half, I can’t wait to find out what our lives have prepared for us. Together.”

You had tears in your eyes when you were done reading that and one of them couldn’t be contained and slid down your cheek before you could stop it. Elizabeth hadn’t tagged you on the photo or provided your user anywhere, although you were sure people wouldn’t take that long to figure it out. You kept your socials private and they would stay like that, but you still felt thankful for her attempt to keep you out of the media for a while longer.

You would wait for Elizabeth to come back to the kitchen and then you would tell her how much you wished to navigate life with her. Forever.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

I would like a Chris Evans x reader.

Them being best friends, always very flirtatious with each other on red carpets and interviews but nothing more.

After the SMA announcement they and friends go celebrate at a club. They're dancing/ him grinding on her, enjoying being so close to her,head nestled on her neck, kissing her neck..

Club goers taking pics and videos, socials and media going crazy...

Reader is leaving with Mackie, they want Chris to party with his boys. Before reader leaves Chris hugs her from behind, kisses her cheek, grabs her hips and whispers I love you in her ear. Reader smiling, stroking his arm, leaving his grip, leaves with Mackie.

Next morning both their phones blow up... Don't know what happens next?!

Something like this?

Thanks!!!

hello, sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you like nomad steve.

summary - you go out celebrating with your best friend, steve rogers, and end up waking up with some news about yourself.

warning - word whore is used, flirty friends, maybe more, fluff.

slight 18+ but not really? the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

You felt excited as you got ready. Your best friend Steve Rogers had been announced the sexiest man alive, which called for celebration. You check how well your black corset-like jumpsuit fits perfectly against your form. Before leaning forward, swiping a deep red lipstick across your plump lips, and checking to ensure nothing is on your teeth and everything is perfect. This was Steve’s night, and you didn’t want to ruin it by looking like trash next to him.

As you leave your room, a squeal leaves your lips as someone’s arms wrap around your form, preventing you from crashing into them. A smile forms on your face as Steve’s scent fills you, causing you to hit his chest. “You asshole. Scared the shit outta me.” As you look up, you are met with his smirking face, and his eyes slowly move down your body.

“From where I’m standing, you should be named sexiest woman alive. Don’t you look gorgeous, babydoll.” Steve spins you around, shamelessly admiring the view. “You ready to go?” You nod, feeling goosebumps erupt throughout you. 

Steve’s hands grip your hips as he grinds into you, the beat of the music and alcohol flowing through your bodies. He nestles his face into your neck. His beard rubbing against your sensitive skin makes you feel tingly inside. Your core begins to throb when he begins to kiss along your skin, softly sucking and nibbling on your sweet spot. “You smell so damn good, babydoll.”

Your hands move behind you, tangling your fingers into his hair as you grind your ass into his growing bulge. Soft whimpers escape you, and both of you ignore the flashes of cameras and fans recording you, too lost in one another to care.

Steve and you would continue dancing to the music for a while, sticking close to one another, flirting and touching each other up. To everyone, that was normal, as Steve and you were known to flirt on red carpets and in interviews, constantly dismissing the questions of relationships and hookups. 

You and Steve finally walk over to the group, having a few drinks before you stand. Wishing everyone a good night whilst squeezing Steve’s shoulder and whispering that he should stay and catch up with everyone. Sam also stands, “I can take you. I haven’t been drinking much, and I also promised my girl I’d be home early.” The group nods, saying their goodbyes.

But as you turn to leave, Steve stands. Grabbing your body and pulling you against him, “I’m going to miss you so much, baby doll.” His hands slowly move down your body, causing you to squirm before he rests them on your hips, gripping them as his lips brush against your ear. “Text me when you get home so I know you're okay.” You nod, knowing you will miss his presence when you leave. Steve leans down and kisses your cheek before moving back to your ear. “Good girl, I love you.”

You smile softly, your hands coming up to stroke his arms, giving them a gentle squeeze before you leave his grasp, quickly leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth before heading over to where Sam stands. The two of you ignore the cameras as you hop into the car and drive off.

“Thanks, Sam. Get home safe to your girl, okay?” You lean into the window, smiling at him.

“Will do! Make sure you text Steve when you get inside, or he’ll send a search party.” You chuckle, remembering the last time you forgot to let him know you got home safely, pushing off the car. You wave and head up to your door, and once Sam sees you’ve gotten inside, he drives off. 

You smile softly as Steve’s scent is still on you. His touch can still be felt as if he’s standing right behind you. You take your phone out and shoot him a quick message before heading into your room and strip, changing into softer comfortable clothes and then heading into the bathroom to remove your make-up. As you enter your room, your phone pings causing you to check it, and a smile appears when it’s Steve telling you how much he loves you and, hopefully, he’ll be home soon to cuddle. Crawling into bed, you plug your phone in and fall into a peaceful sleep.

You groan as ringing pierces through your ears, wondering who the fuck could be calling you. Your eyes slowly open, blinking away the blurriness before you try and reach for your phone but find yourself trapped. Slowly, you look down and find someone’s arms wrapped around you before you can turn and discover who the person is. They grumble, nuzzling their face into your neck and the deep voice that escapes them sends shivers straight to your core. “Turn that thing off. What dumbass is calling you this early?” 

You realise your body is already relaxed. It probably already noticed it was Steve before your foggy mind did. “I can’t, dumbass, your holding my arms hostage.” You hear him grumble, letting your arms go so you can see what’s happening, and you wish you didn’t. “Well… It seems I’m yours and Sam’s whore, and who knows who else’s.”

When the word whore leaves your lips, Steve’s head perks up, and his eyes narrow into a glare. Snatching the phone out of your hands and scrolling through every article, post and photo he can find. “The shit is this?”

“Language.” You smile as he glares at you. Watching as he grabs his phone and notices the same shit popping up on his social media. “It’s okay, Steve. I’m not that bothered, and it’s not like I didn’t know stuff like this would pop up. Things pop up when we stand too close to each other, but we ignore them.” He places the phones down, pulling you closer to his body and wrapping you into a giant hug.

“Yeah, but the only thing they got wrong is that you aren’t mine and Sam’s whore.” His eyes stare down at your face, slowly making their way down to your lips, and he leans closer until you can feel his breath against your face. “You’re my whore.” As he finishes, he connects your lips into a passionate kiss.

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Pretty Boy

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris can’t help but drop everything to go see his precious princess, even if it means ditching his frat parties in the process. Once again taking the role of a lovesick puppy, (requested by @fallon-carrington123)

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‘should I text him?’ Y/n thought rolling about on her bed, her lips pouted out at the thought of her boyfriend Chris. She’d seen him this morning since he slept over last night, and the night before that, she was already missing the hell outta him. It was only this morning that he’d kissed all over her body to wake her up, whispering filthy things into her ear to fluster her. “You belong right here, on top of your man”

Today he was out with the rest of his frat brothers, going out shopping and going to eat at their usual restaurant.

“There’s no harm in texting him, yes, i’ll just do that” Y/n said to herself, grabbing her phone from her bedside table, snuggling deeper into his college hoodie she was wearing.

Y/n: Missin you so much baby boo, what time will you be home?”

Laughing and drinking beer with the others Chris picked up his phone and felt his heart quicken at her text. Instantly putting bills onto the table, putting his cap back on and grabbing his car keys from the table. The other brothers looking up at him confused, they’d only just finished eating?

“Woah where you going man?” Josh asked,

“Y/n texted so i’m gonna go back n' see if she’s alright”

“Bro you’re so whipped, what a simp. What happened to bros before hoes?” Brian said from down the other side of the table, the other guys cackling and hitting their chest from the amount of laughter.

“Haha, keep laughin it up, wait till y’all are in a relationship with a hot, sexy, caring and loving woman like Y/n. That’s right I said sexy, cause my woman is fine as fuck and you’re all just jealous” Chris snarked back flipping Josh’s hat backwards jokingly before leaving the restaurant hearing their shouts of excuses for being single.

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“Chris what are you doing heree?” Y/n said now feeling shy leaning onto her dorm door, her frat boyfriend just smiled at her and picked her up, closed the door with his foot and set her down gently onto her cotton sheets.

“Gah you smell so good bubby, jus wanna eat you all up” He growled nuzzling his head into her neck, feeling her fingers play with the hairs on his nape. “Thought you was out with the guys today huh?”

“I mean I was, but then I saw your text and I just can’t let my baby stay here all alone can I?” He pouted placing a small kiss to the corner of her lips before standing up straight and removing his football jacket, leaving him in a tight black t-shirt and some grey sweats. “Well come on in then” She said wiggling her eyebrows at him.

Y/n giggled lifting up the blanket and opening up her arms, a big groan leaving her as Chris practically jumped on top of her and shimmied up the massive hoodie she was wearing. Yes they were extremely close squished. If anything Y/n treasured the fact that she had managed to turn a campus frat boy into a committed man so quickly; it’s actually sickening how much they’re into each other.

“Can you even breathe in there pretty boy?”

Y/n asked peeking down the shirt, seeing Chris sloppily kiss the top of her breasts, his hands fondling her hardened nipples. “Don’t need to breathe baby, trust me” He sighed kissing her chest once more before just setting his head down onto it and slowly closing his eyes.

“Ya can’t sleep in there babe, come outta there” Scoffing Chris pulled his head out, his hair sticking in all sorts of directions leading Y/n to comb it back with her hands, accompanied with a peck onto Chris’ forehead.

“Are you tired bab? Cause I am” Chris said sitting upright suddenly and throwing his shirt to the floor, Y/n’s hands immediately went up feeling her man’s body, a smirk making its way onto his face as he noticed her gawking look.

“You tired yeah?” Chris asked again, this time cupping her cheeks and kissing her squished lips cutely, Y/n nodded in his hands pulling up the covers over them both as she cuddled on top of him.

“Now isn’t this a bit unfair? I’m more naked than you are” Chris groaned pulling back a bit,

“But what if I get cold?” Y/n snarked back giving him a side glare as she felt his hands holding onto the hem of his hoodie she was wearing. “Then you’ve got me baby, come n' get some of your mans very own natural body heat”

“You’re so stupid” Y/n chuckled letting him take off her hoodie with a sly smirk on his face, his eyes clearly trained on newly exposed flesh. “Oi eyes up here mister”

“I know and you have lovely eyes my love, as well as beautiful tits, and a sweet pus-“

“Chris jus go to sleep already n’ stop teasing me ya meanie”

“Awk i’m sorry baby, ya know I love love love you don’t ya?” Kisses were being thrown everywhere from her shoulders to her neck, to her jaw and finally to her lips. Her creased brows falling relaxed once she felt how soft his lips were against hers, his fingers threading through her hair as his tongue dominantly played with hers.

Reminding her of the times he’d show up out of nowhere at her lecture halls and just pull her into a tiny corner, smashing his lips onto hers until they couldn’t breathe or were told off.

Or the time when they had their first argument and Chris stood outside her window with a big poem proclaiming his love for her, his frat brothers holding up an ‘I’m sorry’ sign behind him. PDA was definitely a major part of their relationship, not because they wanted to show off, but because they simply could not keep their hands off each other.

“I know you do, I love love love you too”

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Greatest Regret - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: It’s been a year since you walked out on Chris, but thanks to awards season you’re about to be reunited

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Light Angst! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Award season was never something that bothered Chris, not usually. It was a time when the art form he appreciated the most was recognised. He was able to see friends he hadn’t seen for a while. And most importantly he didn’t have to do too much press. He just had to turn up, quickly walk the red carpet and present an award.

This year though he was dreading it, and he wished he never agreed to present. Because this year you were going to be in attendance, nominated for best original song at the Oscars.

It had been nearly a year since your break up but it still cut deep with Chris. The pain is just as present as the day you called it all off, seemingly out of nowhere. Chris had begged you to stay, to work at it, but once you made your mind up there was no changing it. So you would always be the one that got away.

Chris just hoped he could avoid you because he didn’t trust himself not to look heartbroken whenever he saw you. He wasn’t so lucky though because as soon as he stood on the red carpet, all alone, he looked over and spotted you at the other end.

You looked stunning, in a dress that perfectly matched the suit he wore. Your hair and makeup were done to perfection, you looked like a glistening diamond amongst stones. He could hear your laughter over all the noise from the press and crowds, and it was like music to his ears. You were so happy and excited to be here, and despite how much it hurt, he was happy for you.

Only once had you stepped away and moved out of his line of vision did he look back towards the wall of cameras. He gave them all a small smile, doing his job and nothing more. Once he was done on the red carpet he made his way inside, hoping the rest of the night was easier.

To his luck, his seat wasn’t anywhere near yours. You were sat with the rest of the cast and creators of the film you wrote the song for. And he wouldn’t admit it but he was relieved to see that like him, you didn’t have a date.

It was going alright until the time came for you to perform the song that was nominated. He watched as you sat at a large black grand piano, your dress flowing out onto the floor behind you. The set was relatively simple, just filament light bulbs that faintly glowed in time to the music.

As you started to play the memory of you playing the piano at home with him flashed through his mind. He let out a long sad sigh as he looked down unable to watch you any longer.

He still listened though because despite everything your voice was still his favourite. However, his brows furrowed when he heard a particular lyric. The one about hiding under blankets on the 4th of July, because that was exactly what the two of you did when you were together.

The more Chris listened the more lyrics he heard that he could apply to your relationship. Different memories of the good times you shared before you left. Unable to help himself he looked back up and his eyes met yours as you sang the final lyric.

“Setting you free will forever be my greatest regret” you sang your eyes never leaving his as the final chord rang out through the theatre.

His view of you was obscured as the crowd all stood and applauded. Standing up alongside them Chris could see the misty look in your eyes as you looked out gratefully at the crowd, giving them a small bow of the head before gracefully walking off the stage. But not without a final glance over your shoulder in his direction.

Chris ran his hand down his face as he sat back down, shaking his head slightly to stop his mind from running away from him. The song was for a movie about a woman trying to reconnect with the child she gave up for adoption. You were singing from the perspective of the mother, the memories she wished they shared. You weren’t singing to him. He had to remember that, no matter how much the hopeless romantic inside him told him otherwise.

A short while later he made his way backstage ready to present the next award. He greet Scarlett with a smile and a hug, asking her how was she was and how the kids were doing.

“They’re good, but I mean speaking of kids, Y/N’s song… wow that was amazing brought a tear to my eye” Scarlett remarks shaking her head, her hands over her heart.

“Yeah, she always had that ability with her songs” Chris nods his head in agreement.

“She told me the song was a complete fluke, when they approached her to write a song she already had it in her arsenal, just had to change the perspective slightly but 99% of it remained unchanged” Scarlett explains as she takes the envelope from the assistant.

Chris furrows his brows at this new bit of information, his heart racing in his chest.

“Did she tell you when she wrote it?” He asks clearing his throat.

Scarlett smirks “8 months ago, you should talk to her”

Chris could only nod, pulling at his tie which suddenly felt really, really tight. He took the Oscar from the assistant and waited for the cue to walk out on stage with Scarlett.

He read out what was on the teleprompter, introducing the category and the nominees. But as soon as he got the change his eyes scanned the crowd, stopping when they met yours. A slight involuntary smile broke out on his face when you gave him a small warm one.

He then read out the winner for the award, smiling when he saw it was for the movie you worked with. He watched with a warm smile as you hugged the winner and cheered loudly for them.

Chris was still backstage talking to the winner when the award for the best original song was presented. He hung back in the wings as they read out the nominees and announced your song as the winner.

Chris clapped loudly as you walked on stage and accepted your award. Chris didn’t have the best view of you but he could tell you were emotional and in disbelief as you spoke and thanked everyone for the award.

“I put a lot into this song, probably more than usual so this is an honour that means so so much, so thank you” you finish wiping away a stray tear.

As you walked off stage, Scarlett ran over to you, hugging you tightly as she congratulated you. As you stepped out of the hug your eyes met his, he could see the hint of nervousness but your smile remained warm.

“Congratulations, the song is beautiful no one else deserves that award as much as you,” Chris tells you with a warm smile.

“Thank you Chris, that- that means a lot” you smile nodding your head.

“Can I walk you back to your seat?” Chris offers, trying not to sound too desperate.

You smile warmly up at him “that would be lovely thank you” you say linking your arm with his and letting him lead you away.

The both of you remained silent as you walk through the corridors doors of the theatre. But it wasn’t awkward though, it was comfortable. Chris just hoped he wasn’t about to make it awkward.

“Scarlett told me that you wrote that song before they even approached you,”  He says looking down at you.

You nod your head gently “yeah, I didn’t think it would ever see the light of day it was…. too personal, but the movie made it possible” you admit looking up at him.

Chris comes to a stop, turning to face you “do you still mean it? What you said in the song?” He asks quietly.

“Yes,” you whisper.

A/N: I will not be doing a part 2, so DO NOT ASK FOR ONE OR TELL ME I SHOULD DO ONE! I will not change my mind!

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Belong With You

*I've been in a writing dry spell. This came to me yesterday, while I was at work.

I know, this is a sensitive to some. But I'm going to write it anyways. As always, if you like what you read, please reblog.*

And one more thing. This isn't proofed, therefore all mistakes are on me.

Song and storyline based from The Light the Heat Belong With You.

Chris Evans x Reader.

We make sense

Darling, we just make sense

Ever since the day we met

The sounds of metal scraping against the concrete, your 8 month old screaming for you. Your head was spining. Everything went to a holt, when you felt another hard jolt and your head slammed against the window.

Everything dark, everything faded to black.

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Scott sat in the passengers side, while Steve drove. They were running late for an event, in Santa Monica. With each light, it turned red and irritated Scott more.

"Steve, we shouldn't have-"

"What the hell was-"

The sounds of a loud crash came, and all the cars came to a sudden stop. Everyone got out of their cars and ran to the scene.

"Scott, stay. I'll check it out. "

Before Scott could say anything, Steve was already at the scene and Scott got out. He looked over, and to see two cars. One that looked barely even touched and one tangled mess.

"Jesus-" Scott muttered, as he continued to look on.

"Baby! A baby is the back!" Scott heard and caught his attention. A man ran, with some tools and began to hit the window.

Scott watched on, and it finally broke open. The woman grabbed the baby from its car seat and began to hold hee.

But the crying.

It was starting to ring a bell to him. Of all his nieces and nephews....this was different. Then he looked up, and that's when it hit him.

"Bailey!" He yelled and ran to towards the lady. The lady turned, and little Bailey held her arms to her uncle.

"Scott, dont-" Scott heard Steve say, as he saw Steve blocking his way, and to see the real aftermath.

The car, in a tangle mess. The drivers side, against a met pole.

And all Scott could see was your arm sticking out.

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The Halloween party was out with a full blast. Everything was there, no mishaps. Tara walked around, in her costume, drink in her hand and saying hello to some of the guests. But as she walked, she could help but feel something was off.

Her husband, asked earlier if everything was okay, but she just brushed it off. And thinking it would go away. That was hours ago, and the feeling was still there.

"Honey!" Tara heard her husband say, distracting her thoughts. She looked over the crowd and to see her husband Jack come rushing over.

"Jack-"

"It's Scott-" Jack said, with fear and concern. Tara took her phone and placed it against her ear.

"Scott-"

"Something happened. I can't get a hold of Chris."

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[milknhonies]

The Spirit of Christmas Eve

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Chapter Summary: After an unexpected visit from your younger, overly pregnant and concerned sister- you are yet again put into a terrible mood. You receive a night visit from the ghost of your predecessor and fall into an abyss of confusion.

Pairing: Chris Evans x f!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Disrespect to Homeless People, R4pe Fantasies, Masturbation, Dark Joke about Abortion, Hinted Xenophobia, Humiliation, Ghosts, Swearing, Alcoholic Use, Drug Use, Classism.

Word Count: 5k

Author Notes: This is a parody of the classic "A Christmas Carol" story by Dickens, I hope you come to enjoy it even though the pov holds cruel, toxic and abusive traits.

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09:00am, 24th December 2023, New York City.

Oh how you hated the holidays. You hated the red and green colouring, you hated the carolling groups and bands singing every day in December leading up to the wretched twenty fifth. You hate the baby Jesus in a manager nativity set ups.

‘Jesus wasn’t even fucking born on Christmas. He was a January baby according to Jewish scholars. It was all a ploy to satisfy and celebrate Yule with pagans before encouraging indoctrination!!’

And the smell of peppermint, gingerbread and fatty sugary foods left you feeling sickly.

“Unnecessary calories to dissolve the enamel of my teeth when it comes back up in the  goddamn toilet.”

The cold air and the slippery frost brought you no delight. Along the way you would kick the snow men in your walking path. You despised the bratty children sitting on the Santa laps in the malls.

‘Their parents should know half of those fat ass Santa actors are just paedophiles getting their kicks once a year? Yea I’d love a little boy all prim and plump to sit on my lap if I was a sicko in a red suit too.’

You hated the fact they were bringing Christmas trees in the day after Halloween.

“Sure, it spins the wheel of capitalism but God, do they have to look so trashy? Christmas is once a year, not two months long.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed as you strutted the street to your work place.

Your senior associate Marlene who you could’ve considered your friend had a heart attack early that year. She was a woman in her prime, at forty years old she had managed to build her business empire. No husband, no kids, no pets. She didn’t need those things, not when she raked in over four million dollars a year. She drank and smoked like a chimney, you wondered if it contributed to her death in the end. She was rumoured to be found naked, getting fucked by some no name sexy twenty-one year old playboy from South Korea. And among her blissful orgasm, her heart just couldn’t handle the pressure and faltered.

Imagine his horror. Balls deep and not knowing she had died. Little shit tried getting her money in the inheritance scheme. He tried pushing that he was her long committed boyfriend. One threat to the immigration department sent that kid running for the kills back to Seoul.

You were named successor in her Will. Now, it’s not like you needed her millions, you already had a full pocket. At twenty five you’d made your first million all because you picked the right pattern in your investments and put every cent into them. You worked instead of partied. And many had said behind your back that it made you a miserable sourpuss bitch with no friends. You didn’t need friends. Marlene was just a funny coincidence.

Some might have called you careless, impulsive, and greedy. But what that translates to you was the word ‘Wealth and Success’. You were wealthy and money made you happy. The more numbers, the more joy in your cold heart.

You entered the building that was now yours. Oh did I forget to remind you...you were the CEO of your tax collecting firm. I think that’s important for you to know.

Entering the sleek grey, white and black minimalist foyer you sighed in relief. No Christmas or holiday bullshit in here. You had banned all decorations and affiliations.

And you refused paid leave to anyone asking not to work on Christmas day. You remember scoffing last night at the amount of requests you had received about time off for the holidays.

‘I’m running a business, not a charity.’

Christmas was the best time of year for your job. So many stupid people take out stupid loans they can’t afford especially during the holidays period when gift giving is the centre cause of financial stress. You got a thrill out of denying loans and upping payment interest rates for those suckers who didn’t make their payments on time because they chose to spend the money meant to be going into your pocket on some disposable wrapping paper and a cheap pharmacy gift last minute.

As you stepped into the elevator you smiled cynically at the empty space. You could look at yourself in the mirror and pick apart all the things you loved and hated about your body. It was strangely therapeutic. Something about the critiques gave you a massive high.

But just as the elevator doors where closing a hand slammed hard through the gap.

“Wait!” came a familiar cry. Your face fell and you felt a tight discomfort seeing the face of your younger sister. Caroline.

Your eyes shot down to her belly. Big as a house in the ugliest knit Christmas sweater.

‘Pregnant again. Jesus Christ. What’s this? Number four now?’

You clenched your handbag tighter. You tried recalling some sort of baby shower invite from months ago, you totally forgot about it once you moved it to junk mail.

‘If she fucking asks me for money again, I swear to god she’s risking an abortion voucher in a Christmas card...are abortion vouchers even a thing?’

Caroline had married her highschool sweetheart, he was some sort of mechanic or something. A bum, like your Dad. You couldn’t believe she was dumb enough to breed with an imbecile like him. Mind you, her first son was clearly an teen pregnancy accident that sealed them together. And every year, she just seemed to pop out a new one. And every year that meant you gave her a fat cheque, usually six thousand dollars.

You ground your teeth as she forced herself inside and pressed the button of the doors shut immediately, not at all taking notice of you until mid way moving up in the building.

Her face lit up and she shrieked in delight at seeing you.  You strained a smile.

‘Yea, definitely looking for a handout.’

“Oh my god! I was about to fight security to come see you sissy!” she forced her arms around you. You bit your tongue. You hated hugs.

“Well…lovely seeing you too,” you muttered before awkwardly patting her back.

Her breath hitched at seeing the look on your face, “Sorry about not pre-warning, I did try calling you but your phone keeps going to voicemail.”

‘Oh good, she still hasn’t figured out I let them ring out.’

“And you didn’t reply to my emails.”

You fought a smirk, ‘because they go straight to junk mail’.

She smiled and babbled happily, “Anyway, I had to come here because I need to give you-“ she huffed and swiped a bead of sweat from her forehead before reaching into her nappy bag (that she treated like a handbag.) and retrieved a thick red envelope.

She handed it to you. Your manicured nails pinched the ugly stickers one of your nephews or nieces had chosen. Scribbled in absolute chicken scrap handwriting was your name, most likely also done by your nephew or nieces.

The elevator opened and you sighed, marching out to enter the offices with your solo office space down the hall with the largest window and finest view of the city below. You didn’t expect your sister to tail you. She waddled like a fast duck following you.

“I was thinking you should meet this guy that babysits-” She was talking to you about something but in all honesty, you weren’t listening until she mentioned the cursed words, “-Christmas Party.”

You deposited your handbag on your desk and spun on your heel. Your eyes wide, your smile straining into a sneer.

You snickered cruelly and laced your fingers together, “How many times have we discussed this? I. Don’t. Celebrate. Christmas. I don’t do presents, I don’t do carolling, I don’t do secret Santa’s and I sure as fucking hell don’t do Christmas Parties. I’m glad that you and Tim have fun with your kids and do all that meaningless stuff to shield them from the big bad world. I however am not in the mood for it. Work comes first. This is one of the busiest years of my life, the market is at an all time high in interests rates.”

She looked like she was growing smaller with every foul word that dripped like acid rain.

“It’s just one day, not even a full day. Just a few hours, not far from you,” she whispered and rubbed her belly comfortingly.

You shook your head and circled around your desk, “Might as well get this over with, you don’t need to ploy me with booze.”

You pulled out a cheque book from your drawer and slapped it down. You bent over and fished out a pen, pressing the ink to the slim piece of paper.

Your voice came out like a bark, “How much are you wanting this year?”

“Wh-what?” your sisters eyes grew wide.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, with a condescending tone, “How much money do you want to cover all the gifts? I hear Disneyland is great this time of year in Florida. I need a number. I have a busy day ahead of me so I’d just like to get this over and done with.”

Your sister didn’t answer. You glanced up. Her face was no longer smiling. She looked in pain. Her hand sat on top of her belly. She hissed and breathed out hard.

Her eyes were dimming down. She lost the joyful spark. She waddled to the guest chair in front of your desk and sat down.

She put the nappy bag on the floor.

 ‘great, thanks for the smell of cornflakes and breast milk on the carpet.’

Her breath turned husky and you started to reach for your desk phone ready to call a bloody ambulance to take her to the hospital. You couldn’t tell what the hell was wrong with her and prayed she wasn’t going into labour. You didn’t need to waste five thousand dollars on a carpet replacement because her waters might break.

Her eyes glared up at you as she tried to focus on pacing her breath. God, she looked like your mother with that look. It hurt. She got the best genes you had to admit. Even while pregnant she had this way about her that made men just want to beg for her number. You couldn’t tell if it was her ditsy personality or just good looks.

“Jim," Caroline corrected with strain, "-and I don’t need your money. We don’t want it. We have never have wanted it. This year, I just want you to put in the effort to spend Christmas with us as a family. You and I haven’t shared a Christmas since I was in middle school. My kids want their aunty to visit because I tell them you’re the coolest person alive...” her eyes narrowed, “Put the fucking cheque book away, and come to fucking Christmas dinner at least. It’s going to be at my house if you look at the invite that your nephew and nieces made special for you. They don’t want presents, they just want to see their aunty. Besides.... I told them you’d come if they put extra love into it.”

You chewed your inner cheek and stood up straight, crossing your arms and sat on the edge of your desk.

“You shouldn’t lie to your kids, Caroline,” you coolly said with icy impact.

You watched her eyes start to shine and water.

“Jesus,” you muttered, “Don’t fucking cry.”

She broke down immediately. You sighed with annoyance. ‘why did she have to come today of all days and act like this. It’s not a big deal. God.’

“You’re such a bitch and my kids have done nothing to you except love you unconditionally. The least you can do is show up,” Caroline struggled to stand out of the chair and when you reached out to help, she snapped like a firecracker and hissed, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

She groaned as she bent down, holding her belly and reached for her nappy bag, that she let you help her with. She suddenly looked so tired and deflated compared to when she had ducked into the elevator. You started to feel a tick of that itchy sympathy. Pregnancy always looked hard. Her first birth was so difficult, the second slipped right out but she didn’t have an epidural and the third time was an emergency c-section. In fact you weren’t even sure if she was meant to be having this fourth baby. It would be too risky. She could honestly kill herself. Now that was a bolt of fear that coursed through you.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” you sniffled, trying to distract your little sister from her anger.

She looked even more offended and scoffed, “You know, if you had even tried to come to my baby shower, you could’ve eaten one of the gender reveal cupcakes.”

‘Ouch.’

You looked down at your Valentino pumps. Seven years younger than you and she still managed to put you in your place with the snap of her fingers.

She rubbed her wet eyes with the tips of her fingers.

“I worry about you...” she mumbled, “You might have a lot of money Y/N, but money can’t buy you everything. Don’t you want to share memories?”

You tried hiding the laugh limbing your throat,, “Not this argument again...come on, I’ll walk you out and hire you a cab.”

You escorted her back to the elevator, all your employees watching and whispering about it. You knew your office needed thicker glass.

As you quietly pressed the button down, your sister finally said, “It’s twins. A boy and girl.”

You didn’t say anything for a while. Eventually you only nodded and whispered, “Congratulations. You and Tim must be excited.”

“Jim," she grounded, "-and I are flat out on our feet with the others but yea...I’m thinking about naming the girl after mom.”

Again you didn’t respond. You wanted this interaction to be finished. You wanted to go to work and drink away the days leading up to New Year’s. Maybe you should take a trip overseas. You might run into a handsome one night stand with an attractive accent.

Your sister turned and hugged you again, she rubbed her sweet face into your shoulder and sighed, “I’m sorry for snapping. Please don’t be mad. Please promise me you’ll come to the party, even for five minutes.”

Her pleading eyes finally cracked your ice wall.

“Fine. Five minutes.”

The squealing giggle of delight made you groan internationally instantly regretting your words. Nonetheless you took it upon yourself to at least hug her back. God help you, you didn’t know how you’d survive.

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10:00pm, 24th December 2023, New York City.

On your way home you discovered with aggravation all the cabs and ubers nearby had been booked up and the traffic in the city horrendous. Of course. On Christmas eve it would look like this.  You decided to march your way to the subway. It would be the quickest way back home.

You had to cross the park to get there though.

And among your walking you passed a man laying down on a bench. He wore a baseball cap that hid his face. He wore a blanket over his shoulders. A puff of cold air escaped his pink lips.

His shadowed face peered up at you and held up a piece of cardboard that read the following: Homeless, please donate a food and blankets.

And something inside you cracked again. You fought the urge to pull out your purse and give him the only hundred dollar bill you had. You looked him up and down. And froze. Next to him was a bottle of liquor. Something malicious dripped from your lips. Words filled with cruelty and hate. It was bold and dangerous. But you bet he was drunk.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t there any shelters taking in scum? Are all the prisons full? Maybe if you got off your ass and got a real fucking job, you would be too busy making money instead of swilling down booze!”

He did not react in the way you expected. He smiled at an ankle, winked and held a finger up to his lips.

Your face curdled in disgust and hacked back your throat, spitting on him.

“Booze bum,” you muttered, and marched on, away from him.

Your chin jerked high. It was a method of teaching you had learnt in your youth. Shame someone until they commit to a goal and out perform it. To this day you are still doing that very thing, why not share that gift of knowledge with others?

You scowled the entire train ride home and flicked through your emails.

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11:10pm, 24th December 2023, New York City.

Alone in your penthouse apartment, you padded your way to bed scrolling through your phone. In your hand you cradled a wine glass and set it on the bedside table.

Beneath the soft cotton covers you sighed happily and used your phone to command the fireplace to be lit up. A fake flame on a flat screen tv with heaters all around you, filling your place with warmth.  Laying back into your pillows you scrolled your phone and frowned at all the Christmas themed posts online, all the tutorials and recipes you’d never follow and all the Christmas stories you’d never read.

Tossing the phone beside your wine glass, your hands snuck down into a drawer and retrieved your absolute best friend in the world. She was thick, long and quiet, totally sky blue and had twenty different settings. You slid the vibrator under the covers and shimmied out of your underwear. Your fingers fumbled, touching your wet cunt.

The alcohol was finally hitting you, warming you up. You weakly reached for your vibrator. You knew it would be a comfort to take away the anger and stress away from your day at work.

You pressed the silicone to your clit and switched on the toy. A soft sigh came from you as you rubbed it along your lower lips. You fluttered your eyes shut and tried to imagine a person and you having sex.

‘A policeman? No. College professor? No. Loser doorman? No…’ and then your eyes flickered in a quick vision of the homeless man from the park… ‘Yes. He must be miserable, pissed off, angry, he smiled but that would have been a lie, his long finger he held to his mouth should stuff itself inside me.’

Your hand slid up and pulled down the front of your night down. You dug your nails into your breast before tugging your nipple hard. You whined as you bucked your hips into your toy that you playfully prodded and tore out of you. You imagined that same stranger ripping your dress from your body and dragging you into the snowy woods.

Rape fantasies weren’t uncommon for you. It was something about the power struggle that sent thrills up and down your spine. You liked the pain. You liked being forced to give up your control. You slid the plastic cock deep into your slick pussy and mewled.

The homeless man would hold a knife to your throat and bend you over a log, no, no, that bench, so out and open and public for anyone to catch him tearing you apart. His hand would lick your skin in stinging slaps. The alcohol on his breath would be putrid. He’d call you names, whore, slut, bitch, cunt, fuckpig. And you would be totally helpless…

You lazily rolled over onto your belly and forced your ass up, your bed sheets falling down your thighs.

You pushed the dildo back in deep and turned on the highest setting, biting the pillow under you. You fucked yourself hard until it hurt.

The homeless man fantasy went on and on, forcing you to cum and cry. You didn’t care if neighbours or tenants below you heard. You imagined this terrible man after fucking you raw making you sit in his filthy lap, fucking you with the empty liquor bottle neck and letting strangers walking past the chance to spit on you and slap you until you cummed.

The fantasy didn’t have a fanciful ending fleshed out. You could only imagine him dragging you back to some ghetto homeless tent village under one of the city bridges and whoring your cunt out to his homeless buddies. You wanted to submit, to be used like that…

But not in the real world. Fuck no. Your reputation mattered greatly. You were too stubborn to willingly date a man and ask him to do something taboo like consensual non-consent play.

You tore the blue cock out and pressed it to your clit, riding out an ultimate orgasm that left your body feeling like jelly. Slumping forward you groaned into the pillows, you knew you had to eventually get up and pee. The alcohol still in your system made the journey feel almost impossible. But when your bare ass hit the seat, you leant back and sighed. 'UTI prevented!'

Getting back to bed wasn’t as hard as getting to the bathroom. You breathed in the smell of your own sexual prowess. No shame. You put away your toy and before you could search for your discarded underwear, you heard your phone pinged. You grunted with annoyance.

You glanced at the screen; it was a text from Caroline.

*Told the kids you are coming tomorrow! They’re so excited to see their aunty! Xoxo*

‘oh right…her Christmas party…it’s tomorrow…' you still hadn’t even looked at the invitation. Anger started burning its way into your chest when you saw the emojis and gifs she attached. Santa and reindeers and snowmen. God you fucking hated Christmas!! She didn’t need to remind you. You didn’t plan to be there longer than the strick three hundred seconds. The miserable evil stabbed your heart again.

It out you so over the edge you began to type, *Tell them I changed my mind, I’m busy.*

Before your thumb could slam on the message send, something strange occurred. The penthouse apartment lights started to flicker on and off repeatedly.

‘A circuit must’ve snapped. I know I turned off all the lights.’

You slammed your phone down and ripped off your bed sheets. Marching over to the telecom beside you door you prepared the mental speech of anger and abuse you’d deliver on whatever poor soul was handling the front desk of the apartment complex tonight.

You pressed the button hard and when no welcoming comment came you decided to wait.

You waited and waited and still no one acknowledged you over the telecom. There was a noise coming from it though. It was a sound of ragged breathing. Squinting with absolute judgement you hissed into the microphone.

You sobered up your voice and rubbed your eyes. Your wine was knocking around your insides at that point, it had polluted your blood. You just needed to stay awake for a little longer.

“This is penthouse three. Your lights are dimming and flickering out. I want someone to change all that bulbs and check the power wires immediately. Do I make myself clear?”

The unusual panting was still there and getting louder. You shook your head. Someone should’ve been repeating back your request and discussing a mode of action.

“Hello?” you angrily huffed into the microphone when no answer came for a long time.

You hissed, “Now you listen here. I don’t give a fuck it’s Christmas eve. You’re job is on the line if you cant fix my fucking lights.”

And then the line went totally dead and your apartment was entirely darkened. You groaned with anguish. Using your phone flash light you returned to your room.

“Fine,” you grumbled as you pulled the covers Of your bed back again, “Probably too drunk on eggnog to give a damn. Say goodbye to those two dollar tips dickhead.”

You laid back and fished out your bonnet, carefully lipping your hair inside the protective layer. You rolled onto your side under the covers and shut your eyes.

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12:00am, 25th December 2023, New York City.

For some reason at 12am you received a very obnoxiously loud phone call. Blindly you reached for it and accepted the call. You had a suspicion it was a prank call from overseas.

“Y/N,” said the caller. Your eyes cleared up fast at the sound of a voice you knew too well.

You almost dropped your phone. Surely it wasn’t her calling. You had seen her body at her funeral. She chuckled on the other side, her voice was just as rusted as you remembered. In the dream she had come over to your house and had a sleep over together.

Your eyes widened, “Wh-who is this?” you asked, “Do you fucking know what time it is?”

The identical voice of your passed companion echoed back, “In life you knew me as Marlene Jeong.”

You hung up the phone fast and sat up straight. Her hands trembled and the phone screamingly made another phone call from the same unknown number.

You answered it and heard her shriek, “Don’t you know hanging up like that is rude.”

You took a deep breath in. And shut your eyes. No. It couldn’t be.

“This prank isnt funny,” you barked into the receiver.

“Well I’d hope not. You know I wasn’t a fan of funny,” she grumbled back.

You picked up the phone and huffed, “If you’re really Marlene...tell me something only I would know...”

The phone went quiet and clicked off. You smirked, 'Yea, that's what I thought you sick fuck.'

The air around you grew colder. With the power out you accepted that the central heating was out too. Getting out of bed you stumbled down the hall to the linen cupboard and pulled out a few more thicker blankets. When you returned back to your room you screamed and jumped ten feet in the air, dropping the load of blankets.

Marlene was sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone. She was not herself and yet was at the same time. She looked the same except for the fact her entire body was a light blue and translucent. She was naked. And you could see her translucent organs. In her hand was a false spiritual cigarette. Smoking rising from the tip and faded into the darkness. And don’t let me forget a important detail. She was floating and parts of her body wrapped in chains.

Hearing you, she turned her face away from your phone and winked. You slammed back into a wall, trying to get away from her as she floated closer to you. She took a mean drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke into your fear filled face. You could’ve fainted. The smoke didn’t smell like anything and was rather a cold breeze to your cheek.

You flinched and whimpered, “Marlene...what the fuck.”

She smirked and rolled mid air upside down,

“Long time no see. Or well...you can’t see me but I see you basically every day,” she cackled.

Your lips fell apart, “Wha-how- why...why are you hear? Should you be dead?”

She flicked the cigarette of ash that turned into blue light specs and disappeared before touching the floor.

“Oh trust dear, I’m dead, dead as a doornail. Little Kyong gave me a killer orgasm, literally,” she took another long drag, “I had no clue what was coming and poof! I’m on the floor choking and groaning and next thing I wake up to, is you moving your shit into my office and my penthouse. But I digress sweet snake...I’m not here on a social call...I’m here to send you a warning.”

Your head felt dizzy, “A warning? The fuck? Am I going to die soon or something?” you wrapped your arms around yourself.

She smiled and shook her head, “Oh no...no, no....something a tad more painful. See, I have been sent to play 'angel Gabriel' so to speak and inform you of a supernatural message.”

She floated around, chains at her wrist dragged behind her as she did. Marlene sharpened her gaze at you.

‘Woah did I take one too many Percocet with my wine...I must be high.’

“You are saveable unlike my dead cold self,” she said flying back to your bed and lewdly laying down, “My dead frozen heart could not thaw,” she sighed and tapped her chest.

You could see inside her at the organ most resembling heart was literally made of icy and was not beating. It was disturbing.  

“I’m destined to float while tethered to the world unseen, unheard, unloved…forgotten. But you? You still have a chance to atone. A spirit shall arrive and come to you in three shades…Christmas past, present and future. It shall greet you hourly between one and three o’clock.”

You timidly stepped closer.

“You need to open your mind and open your heart or else-“ she floated above you and groaned, “This will be your future fate.”

You rubbed your eyes and slapped your cheek. Marlene’s ghost was still there. She held up her wrist, showing off the manacle around it, “This is a fate no one wishes, trust me on that.”

Her face leant in closer to your face. Her hair floated around her like water tendrils.

She rattled the chains together, clinking them and explained, “The spirit will test you. And they will test you fairly. They will decide what to do with you after. They call themselves, Christmas past, present and future.”

When she had said these words, Marlenes ghost faded away, disappearing into the cold, quiet night. It took you a few minutes to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe or make sense of it and no matter how many times you pinched of slapped yourself, you found yourself still in the unexplainable dream. You tossed the blankets from the floor onto the bed. You had another drink of wine before you chose to return to bed. You tugged the warmest and softest blanket up to your chin. You were scared and confused. Your eyes grew heavier as you forced yourself to forget and ignore the apparition of Marlene chained nude and talking in riddles.

You laid your cheek into the pillow and fell into a deep slumber.

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[berberriescorner]

Girl i neeeed a snippet from clear a bitch chris evans x reader 🤣🤣 with a title like thaaaat 👀

Here you go🥰. Hope you enjoy it!

It’s not edited, so please excuse any mistakes.

Snippet: “Clear a Bitch” - Chris Evans x Black!Reader

“She actin’ a little too friendly.”

If it happens again I’m going to cause a scene in this bitch, Christopher.

“I love how you’ve touched up the beard. It always looks so soft and silky.”

Did this bitch just tug and run her fingers through MY husband’s facial hair?!

Leaning in closer she boldly sniffs him and all but moans. You started to open your mouth to let this bitch have it, but decided against it. Chris had given you a gentle squeeze on the hip. You knew he was signaling to remain calm. Also to remind you that you were in the middle of the red carpet. No need for you all to make your debut on TMZ. Not over this mad ass bitch.

“Mm, and that aftershave. You smell amazing.”

Chris tensed a bit, looking extremely uncomfortable. He stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Your husband pulled you into him, placing a protective hand on your hip. Knowing your temperament, Chris did his best to diffuse the situation. He attempted to change the subject but was cut off once again. The washed up actress sucked in a breath at the irritated glance he gave her. However, it still wasn’t enough to deter her. She reeked of jealousy. Glancing at the protective grip Chris had on your waist, only pissed her off. The desperate, thirsty woman gave you an irritated glance that quickly morphed into a smirk.

“Y/N what a lovely ensemble that is. I didn’t know Lane Bryant made evening gowns.”

This bitch is testing my patience right now. Do not react, Y/N! Out of respect for your husband, don’t do it. He’s trying to ignore her the best he can.

Or so I thought.

Feedback is greatly appreciated💓.

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[originallandlockedmariner]

2023

Pickleball. Generative AI. Lula takes office in Brazil, Amazon Rainforest throws a party. Prince Harry refusing to stop talking about his frozen penis no matter how many times society begged him to stop. UFOs are real. Viral cat dubbed ‘largest cat anyone has ever seen’ gets adopted. Pee-Wee’s big adventure ends. Musk & X. Turkey-Syria earthquake kills thousands. India surpasses China as ‘country squeezing in the most peeps’. Tucker Carlson ousted. Miss USA and her 30 lbs moon costume. Wildfires in Kelowna and Hawaii. Macron tinkers with retirement age of the French. Paltrow can’t ski. Big Red Boots. Bob Barker leaves us. Alabama mom delivers 2 babies from her 2 uteruses in 2 days. Charles III. Ukrainian counteroffensive against Russian forces as the war drags on. Taylor Swift is Time’s Person of the Year. African ‘coup belt’. Flo-Jo dies in her sleep. Chinese spy balloon shot down. Hollywood writers strike. Human ‘nice mugshot’ Shitstain and his 91 indictments. Highest interest rates in 2 decades. The Bear’s Christmas episode. War in Gaza. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Alex Murdaugh. Ocean Cleanup removes 25 000 lbs of trash from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Vase purchased for $3.99 sells for $100 000 at auction. Barbenheimer. A third of Pakistan is flooded. Lionel Messi is the GOAT. Travis Kelce. The Sphere opens in Las Vegas. Regulators seized Silicon Valley Bank and Signature Bank, resulting in two of the three largest bank failures in U.S. history. “The Woman In Me”. WHO declares COVID ain’t a thing no more. Titan sub sinks, rich people die. Matthew Perry drowns. Dumbledore Dies (again). Massive sales of ‘Fuck Trudeau’ flags for jacked-up micro-dick trucks. Everything Everywhere All At Once. June-August was the hottest three-month period in recorded history across the Earth. Tina Turner dies. And the Beatles release a new song?! Wow… You got big shoes to fill 2024.

Archives for context:

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global a**hole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little b*tch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet (no one understands how?!) Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a c*nt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the sh*t on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the f*cking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

@daily-esprit-descalier

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[aya-fay]

At gunpoint part II

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Captain America

Pairing: Mobster!Sebastian Stan x fem!Reader; platonic Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary:  Each of us has our own problems in lives and demons in souls. Some of us cope on our own, some of us need a little help from friends, and some of us go to a psychologist. Every problem has its own salvation, except for one – how to suppress the strongest desire to fuck your psychologist?

Warnings: smut; not protected sex. Sebastian is not really working as a psychologist. He has just taken over his Empire and needed a cover for some time. 

Status: In-progress

My Sebastian Stan's masterlist and My Main Masterlist

Part I of this series may be found here: At gunpoint part I

Five years ago.

Dr. Stan's office was a long room, all the illumination of which consisted of two windows that overlooked the courtyard of the neighboring building, which blocked all the sun's rays, preventing them from entering the office even on the clearest days, leaving the doctor's office immersed in pleasant darkness. Opposite the front door was a small marble fireplace. It was flanked by a bookcase, made of solid black oak, with large panels, decorated with intricately carved mirrors, which occupied the entire space of the walls between the front door and the table. This magnificent bookcase contained a collection of rare and valuable books, luxuriously bound in red morocco, with coats of arms on covers and spines... A collection of German classics, Latin authors, and just a few scattered volumes of the most famous contemporary psychiatrists.

Opposite the bookcase, in the wall between the windows, rose a large bookcase for papers, also of carved black oak, and there were folders of red morocco with gold letters on it. That was the exact place where a plaster figurine, about half a meter high, depicting Jung stood on the highest shelf.

On the fireplace, adorned with a medium-sized mirror, were a brushed bronze alarm clock and two brown porcelain vases. The furniture of this dark and secluded room was completed by a large Voltaire armchair upholstered in natural leather, a massive writing desk, and four high-backed low chairs of black oak, upholstered in brown cloth with long silk fringe of the same color.

The whole office is immersed in twilight; long black shadows rise from dark corners to the ceiling; it seems that someone is hiding there and looking at a bright spot above a large table. Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed with her feet into a large leather chair and, pressing her chin to her knees, carefully studied the situation, trying neither breathe nor move.

Dr. Stan who entered the office had not yet noticed her, and therefore she had a chance to examine him better: the man looked to be no more than 35, styled short dark hair and dark eyes were intensely looking for something among the shelves with books. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Sebastian was aware of her presence as well as she was of his, the moment he entered the office. Everyone had their sins.

Smirking, Y/N turned away from the doctor and stared at the magazine, continuing to watch the motionless man from under her eyelashes.

“I always wanted to know if this work with nymphomaniacs too?” Sebastian asked in a low voice, suddenly being in front of the girl, leaning towards her. The tone was partly friendly and trusting, partly tempting. In general, the usual tone of a man interested in a woman. The only difference was that you came here to fight addiction, not surrender to it.

Y/N made an effort to pull herself out of her thoughts and understand what Dr. Stan was talking about.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Sebastian nodded at the magazine in girl's hands, open on an unexpectedly revealing lingerie advertisement. All this time, immersed in her thoughts, she looked at the page, not realizing what was depicted there. And so now, having glanced over the page, she thought that she would not actually mind at all being in the place of the young model, who was tilted to the table, whose legs were spread to the side. The man in his thirties who was holding the model by her neck in place was strangely reminding her psychologist. Male model’s crouch was tightly pressed into female model’s back. The poses were a bit odd so it was probably heavily edited with Photoshop. The meaning of Sebastian's question still eluded her.

“Sir, I still don't really understand what you're talking about.” The girl mumbled noticing how man’s posture changed at the word Sir. Interesting reaction.

“You've been staring at this advertisement for almost five minutes. This indicates a certain interest. Name’s Sebastian” Sebastian smirked fully aware of his sudden non-professional interest in this girl. “Why do you think you are here?” He asked the girl finally sitting in front of her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “Well, my friend considers me to be a pervert, because I am interested in…” She looked straight into man’s storming blue eyes liking her lips “older man. Daddy issues, you know. What even kind of disease is that? ”

Sebastian chuckled, clearly understanding that if her friend knew about his desires and interests she would sue him not gave her friend for him to cure.

“I think you're right, there is no such disease, and it's quite normal, unless you like old man with bald heads.” His response took her by surprise; apparently she was waiting for a completely different turn of events.

“Would you like some tea?” He asked watching her face closely. She definitely didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want for her to leave either.

She bit her lip derisively, stood up and put her elbows on the armrests of his chair, bending closer to the man, trapping him in her presence.

The man was clenching and unclenching his fists, and the jaws on his cheekbones were trembling, and she almost laughed in his face at how comical and stupid he looked trying to conceal his desire. Suddenly he roughly squeezed her hands, pulled her closer to him so that their noses almost touched. Y/N exhaled raggedly and ran her eyes over Sebastian’s face.

“Listen, if you were not my patient and we were not restricted by ethic I would fuck you right here on the table.” He whispered through gritted teeth.

She freed one of her hands, raised it to her face and playfully bit the tip of her finger, watching with pleasure how his beautiful face was distorted with poorly controlled lust.  “How is that a problem? Sir, I am no teenager anymore and I would definitely jump your bones with pleasure.”

Furrowing his eyebrows and staring at young girl incomprehensibly, Sebastian exhaled in confusion, abruptly moved away and dug his fingers into the dark strands, pulling them away from the roots. She raised her fist to her mouth and chuckled softly at his sight, wanting to prolong this moment when such man really looks absent-minded. The only thing she didn’t take into account was the complete silence which let Sebastian hear her laughter clearly. She has already sat on the table resting her hands on it.

“So you are not worried at all?” he asks briefly turning around to face Y/N, loosening his tie, and then taking it off completely. It was much easier to control and cure others than to get hold of his own demons and emotions. With each word she said to him he could feel how impulses run through the whole body, anger that started to peak its head due to her outright impudence finally turned into complete lust and he found himself wanting to fuck this girl in the dirtiest positions.

“I just give in to this game unlike you” she seductively smiles at him, but all her bravado and playfulness disappear instantly the moment she felt a hot hand closing on her neck, and a man's knee pushing her legs apart and a heavy body literally leaning on her now. Looking up, she sees how wildly Sebastian was looking at her and she quickly came to one right conclusion that it would be better for her to keep quiet now.

Swallowing thick saliva hard, she felt his free hand squeezing her waist, pulling her closer and the only thing she could feel is how her legs are trembling in excitement.

“What a fucking tease you are, Y/N,” Sebastian leans down to her and hisses in her face. The fingers on her neck squeeze harder and pull forward, so she automatically leans in to meet the embittered face. “Unbearable, arrogant, deliciously smelling and sexy beautiful tease.”

Normal, mentally stable person would choke on such vulgar words addressed to her and would definitely feel insulted, but Y/N was not such woman. She felt desire flared up inside her as her red underwear became godlessly wet, and she frantically tried to bring her thighs together, ignoring the fact that a man was standing between them.

She only has time to notice a predatory grin on a man’s face with a blurred gaze and before she could even squeak or process what was happening, Sebastian abruptly lowered her onto the table completely while she brought her legs together on his lower back.

“So you are indeed in my game. Did you close the door?” she hoarse with not her own voice when male fingers found their way to girl’s hips and furiously tore expensive nylon tights. She put her hands on his chest, trying to push the man a bit to see the answer to her question. He nodded unable to speak and squeezed her neck harder to shift the focus to himself.

Sebastian lifts up the hem of a light dress to the waist and quickly takes off her soaked underwear. She probably should have been ashamed of such a reaction of her body, but male fingers slide between the labia, and then burst into her body, instantly picking up a frantic pace.

“Did you really think that I would endure your arrogance in front of my nose?” His hoarse voice intoxicated and clouded her mind better than any expensive alcohol, and she rolled her eyes, enjoying it. “Rejoice, Y/N, because I have taken care of the confidentiality of our rendezvous, and I will fuck you properly so the only word would be left in that pretty head of yours. Sir.”

She could feel that she was beginning to choke on her own moans, which, due to the pressure on her throat, could not escape from her mouth, and she frantically tried to inhale at least some air into her lungs, but Sebastian, apparently, decided to ignore her need to breathe.

When his rough lips covered hers with a rough kiss, while his fingers continued forward movements from the inside, pushing the walls apart and pressing on the right points, she surrendered to his hot body. She slid her hips closer to the edge of the table and hooked her hands on the man's neck, responding to Sebastian's kiss with full passion.

Drowning in the animal lust that her psychologist gave her, she did not think about the consequences of their rash sex. Yes, she definitely wanted Sebastian it was pointless to deny, but now she was coming to the conclusion that she would prefer to have him in a more romantic setting, and not when he laid her out on the table the way he wanted himself, and his long aesthetic fingers were fucking her so well that, she was going to surrender to her Sir for a long time. She knew why she was here, but she could feel unknown prick of conscience that she was here by someone’s command.   

Breaking their kiss, he moved his hand from girl’s neck to chest and squeezed it hard, pulling out a loud moan from her swollen lips. Y/N threw hr head back and completely surrendered to the sensations of fullness when Sebastian added a third finger while pressing another one on her clitoris rubbing circles. She felt the blood running through the veins, and all the nerve endings and tension that had accumulated during the whole time that she had no sex gathered in one point.

Desperately whimpering, she begged Sebastian to speed up, although it seemed that it was no longer possible to move faster, and when she felt the first weak impulse of orgasm, the feeling of the man’s fingers in her abruptly stopped, leaving a painful emptiness.

In a hurry, she opened her eyes and saw how Sebastian was taking off his pants along with boxers, taking out his cock, pumping it. Putting his member to her entrance, he ran his fingers along the labia, collecting lubricant.

“Lustful little girl, now you will carefully watch right in my eyes the whole time as I will fuck you into this table and I do not advise you to look away or roll your eyes. You will not like the punishment.”   Sebastian whispered and entered her, starting to quickly knock her into the table.

Feelings of bliss went beyond her body and soul, and the sight of how a muscular body was driven deep into her, lifted Y/N somewhere higher than heaven, and his tense hand, which squeezed her neck, did not give her any doubt that the man, towering over me, finally took off the mask he was wearing outside of this room.

Biting her lip painfully and clutching the edge of the table with her nails, she inhaled and exhaled convulsively, because Sebastian was fucking her rough, forgetting about teasing all at once. She was swallowed in such unbridled pleasure, when it seemed that she was about to be torn apart by conflicting emotions, starting with a slight pain from the touch of the bodies, ending with a sweet bliss that ran through the veins like a current, with every push of the male body into her as she surrenders to his power.

With another rough push, a quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt how her body, with every movement of the member inside, went into the bliss, and the limbs trembled. She blinked rapidly as she felt the knot in her lower abdomen rip apart, and she moaned loudly, looking into Sebastian’s eyes., finally finding her bliss. He was close as his pace was quickly speeding up. For a moment she saw admiration and satisfaction flash in his eyes, but all this quickly disappeared behind a veil of lust and desire. The moment he threw his head back and growled loudly as he came, was probably one of the most beautiful signs in her life.

“Thank you, Sir” She said in mere whisper not fully knowing what exactly to say.

 “Such a good girl I got here.” He smiled, gently and quite unexpectedly stroking her cheek and swollen lips. "So obedient."

With a satisfied grunt, he quickly pulled on his trousers and fastened his belt under her studying gaze, picked up his shirt from the floor and, looking at Y/N with satisfied eyes, quickly buttoned it.

“Get up off the floor, Y/N, and put yourself in order,” he said, sinking into his chair, taking his eyes off her stunned face. “We'll meet soon. I’ll make sure of that.”

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[deexchanel]

BM3

Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.

Word Count: 2,517

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.

Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.

A/N: You know I had to double it.

Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.

“Chris…”

The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.

Shit.

“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.

“What are you doing here Minka?”

She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.

“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.

Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”

Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”

“Minka chill-”

“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.

“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”

“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”

“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.

“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.

“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.

“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.

Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”

“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”

—-

Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.

“You calm now love?”

“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”

“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”

“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.

The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.

A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”

His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”

Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”

“W-What? W-Where are you-”

Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.

Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.

Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.

“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”

She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.

—

I told you, you better stay prayed up

You never thought the universe be looking for revenge

—

Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.

Liquor Store to be exact.

—

You can't keep just doing them girls like that

Thinking that nobody finna bite back

Losing your mind, baby

Can't be sure, time's wasting

—

“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.

“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.

“Keep the change.”

She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.

Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.

Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.

“Hmm?”

She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”

Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.

“Tell me the fuck about it!”

“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”

“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”

“Can I vent to you about Henry?”

“Baby the floor is all yours.”

“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.

“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.

“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”

“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”

“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”

“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”

“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”

“Bet.”

Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.

“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.

“They’re fine.”

“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.

“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.

“Ry! Girl!”

Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”

Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.

—————-

Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.

She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”

Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”

“Do you want eggs?”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”

Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.

“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.

"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."

Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.

She got Lively ready and got herself ready.

Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."

"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.

"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.

"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"

The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"

"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."

"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome, baby."

The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."

That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."

A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.

"Hello?" "Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."

Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.

"Daddy!!"

"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"

"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."

That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.

"We're fine Chris. We were just about to go somewhere for lunch."

"Okay...Okay."

Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.

"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."

'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.

"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"

Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.

Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"

"Please, daddy? Please?"

"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."

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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!

I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!

Stay slutty my friends.

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[f10werfae]

The Winner ☁️

Pairing: Husband! Chris Evans x Famous! Reader

Word count: 1,144

Summary: Chris is Y/n's number one fan, there’s no doubt about it

Warnings: none

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Requests are open!

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Your skin is lookin' good hun” Grace my makeup artist said, applying on my moisturiser,

“all thanks to you” I said back, making eye contact with her in the mirror. Today was the day we carried out the photoshoot for my newest movie, the premise of the movie was that i’d portray a spy on an extremely important mission of discovering where a virus began.

One of my most exciting pieces.

“You excited for the shoot today?”

“Well yeah, but this latex suit is freaking annoying with all the sounds it makes every time i move” I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, the friction from the latex making an unflattering noise.

“Well you look sexy as hell girl, don’t even worry bout it”

“I guess so, i’m jus hella sweaty right now”

With the conversation growing quiet, Grace continued with applying my makeup, with the occasional instruction to move my head in a certain direction. My hair was styled down, just with added volume and waves, kind of like an 80s type of do.

“All done Mrs Evans, now get your ass out there before Lindsey kills me because you’re late”

“Thank you so much Grace, catch up later yeah?”

“Of course, of course”

Heading out of the dressing room, I carried my black boots in my hand as I was intending on putting them on in the actual shoot.

“Alright Y/n you ready for your shots?”

“As ready as i’ll ever be babes” I called out, struggling to pull my boots on due to how secure they are.

“Now remember, your movie is being called the movie of the year, we wanna wow them with the advertising and merchandise”

“Yes ma'am, just make me look good please” I smiled back playfully, getting in front of the backdrop.

“Oh please, you are a stunning woman, all I need to do is press the button”

(15 minutes later)

“Right i’ve ran out of poses” I breathed out, the summer heat getting to me in this suit, multiple people rushing over to me to touch up my makeup.

“Well let’s see what we have so far then”

Walking over to behind the camera, Lindsey shuffled through the collection of photos she had acquired.

“Ok that one is a winner Y/n, people will go crazy over this one” Lindsey said pointing at a photo of me, I was standing facing forwards with one hand on my waist, my hand was holding a gun in the air and my hair was falling perfectly behind me.

“Yeah I like that one a lot actually” I said looking closely at it, a playful smirk on my face on the photo.

“If that doesn’t shout A-Class Hollywood star, then I dont know what does” Lindsey said positioning the camera back onto the tripod.

“Ok we can take a 15 minute break everyone, I know it’s hard in this heat”

With everyone dispersing to do their own thing, I was about to walk over to the table with my phone on it, when someone suddenly pulled my waist back towards them.

“Gotcha bub” A voice spoke into my ear, their breath fanning my neck.

“Chris?” I said, pulling the arms from around my waist and turning around to face him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked confused, he told me this morning he had an interview with A starting point.

“Got to make sure you’re well fed” He replied holding up a McDonalds bag with a smile on his face.

“What would I do without you, my dear husband” Pulling him back towards me, I cupped his face in my hand caressing his beard softly with my thumbs before pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

“I would love to continue this kiss babe, but I am starving”

I said reaching for the bag by his side, “you are unbelievable Y/n Evans” He smirked, his hands settling on my waist.

“You gonna join me in my dressing room or what?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice” He said wrapping his arm around my waist, already heading in the direction of my room. Only to be interrupted by an excited Lindsey coming out of the room herself.

“Y/n good news, agency are thrilled with that one photo of you, you’re free to go”

“Wait really?”

“Hell yeah girl, told you it was a winner”

“What? I wanna see” Chris butted in,

“Ohhhh wait till you see this Chris, it’s monumental” Lindsey said walking towards the computer screen and clicking onto the photo itself.

“Holy G- is there anyway I can get like, a massive print out of that or something?” Chris asked seriously, his eyebrows furrowed in desire.

“Babe stop it” I laughed grabbing onto his bicep

“You think m'jokin but i’m being serious baby, I want copies of that”

“I think we can arrange that” Lindsey replied laughing, giving me her email so that she’d be able to send the pics to us later on.

“You are crazy” I said to him, walking to my dressing room, the open nugget packet in my hand.

“What you’re telling me that you’d pass the opportunity to get a photo like that if it was of me”

“Well no-“

“Well then I don’t want to hear it, why would I not want a poster of my hot wife. D'ya think they’d let you bring that suit home with you?”

“Why?” I quirked, already unzipping this latex cage.

“I like the look of it, that’s all” Chris said back innocently, although the look in his eyes said a completely different story.

“Uhuh sure hun, actually I do think this suit was customised to fit me so I kinda might have to take it home”

I said turning around and putting on some sweats and a hoodie, only to turn around to see Chris folding up my black latex suit and packing it into my duffle bag.

“You’re that into it bub?” I asked teasingly walking over to him.

“I’m into anything you’re in baby, it’s the fact you’re in it”

(Time Skip - A few weeks later)

Thank the heavens, promotions for my new movie were over, these past few weeks had been exhausting. Opening the front door to the house, I was met with silence although I could hear the slight sound of thumping coming from the upstairs.

Beginning my trek up, I could begin to hear Chris talking

“What d'ya think Dodge, should we put your momma this way or over here?”

'what the hell is he doing' I thought, opening the door to Chris turning around immediately looking like he’d been caught doing something atrocious

“NO WAY CHRISTOPHER, WE CANNOT HAVE THAT PHOTO OF ME BESIDE THE BED” I exclaimed watching him starting to hammer nails into the wall,

“Yeah but baby, it’s on my side of the bed”

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