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1800jjbarnes · 1 year

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

【Synopsis】 : He told you a secret that was supposed to die in the grave. Now you don't know if you can control your own urges around him.

『Word count』 : 1.78k

Paring: Stever Rogers x Stark!Reader

[Warnings] : Pinning, fighting inner feelings, pet names, heartbreak, seduction, heavy makeout, battling feelings, neck kissing, hair pulling, marking.

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It all happened so quickly. It was the most excited and nervous you've ever felt. Whatever self-control Steve had that night was crumbled away. His confession had been firmly and completely out of the blue. Then again, it might have been the alcohol in his system that gave him the confidence to do it. Sober Steve's level of self-restraint might have kept his secret longer, but now he couldn't get over how many secretive glances you both exchanged. But that's all the relationship was, a side-eye glance here and there. Small brushes of shoulders. Or the occasional lingering fingers grazing over random fabric covered skin.

"Have fun." You told your brother, Tony, with a big smile, making him smile back at you. Your smile always made you look younger, well younger than your twenty-first-year self. That is what Tony would always say. "Don't stress too much about me. I won’t drink too much."

Tony and the rest of the Avengers had a meeting with some Government type people for their new upcoming programs, Missions, blah blah, you didn't really pay attention to the whole array of tasks he had planned. All you knew was Tony planned to drink the whole time he was there. He briefly said goodbye along with the others before getting in the van to leave.

Once entering inside, you briefly caught a glimpse of Steve down the hall. The gym door wide opene, and his smooth skin is covered in a layer of sweat as he does pull-ups. Butterflies fly around in your stomach as his gaze meets yours for a moment. You knew he declined about going to the meeting, saying he needed to “catch up” on training. You knew it was a lie. He just didn’t want to go, simple. You quickly walked into the kitchen, grabbing a drink. Closing the fridge, you turn around to see the older man behind you, making you jump.

"Jesus Steve! You scared me." You held your chest, feeling your heart was going to beat right out of it.

"Ha, sorry, Sugar." His low chuckle made your heartbeat ever faster. Is this man trying to give you a heart attack?! He also grabbed a drink from the fridge while granting you an award-winning smile the whole time. You made your way to the living room, situating yourself on the floor in front of the couch. Your back pressed against the bottom half of it, you take a sip from your bottle in the hopes it will calm your nerves.

Steve entered the lounge room soon after, a water bottle in hand. You noticed he had ditched his top t-shirt, leaving him in a tight black singlet and joggers. His hair was wet, stray hairs stuck to his forehead. Your mind wandered, sometimes wished he wasn't your brother's friend, one of his best friends. James chose to sit on the floor beside you, his long legs extending in front of him. You both didn't say anything for a moment choosing to sit in silence...Until.

"Hey, umm..." Steve began to speak, nerves surging through his words. "About the other night..."

You turned your attention to him slowly. With worry, you begged with your doe eyes for him not to say any words, especially anything to do with what happened a couple of nights ago. But as in most situations in life where you wanted something really badly, you were met with a big spoonful of disappointment.

"I shouldn't have said that to you. I was drunk and I crossed a line." He took a swigged of his water, only to meet his eyes with your unexpected reaction.

"Sadly, no lines were crossed." You had a half-smile, looking down at your drink. Hearing your words, Steve could only chuckle out, laying his head on the couch. He took another long chugged of his water before finishing the bottle entirely.

"You know We can't do anything about this. About us, I mean."

You remained silent.

"I know you're Tony’s little sister, and you might not fully realize the consequences of doing something like this bu—Believe me, I understand the consequences." You cut him off feeling a sad pit form in your stomach. He exhaled deeply, dragging his hand across his face and through his hair in frustration.

"Help me out then," He begs, turning his body to face you. "We need to stop with the longing eyes and touches. If Tony catches us..." He pauses, trying to find the words.

"I can't help it...and neither can you.." You eye him, leaning your elbow into the couch cushion, resting your head on your hand.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," He apologized, sounding defeated. "I know it's not on purpose, but you're not making this whole thing easy for me." He sighs, leaning back on the couch, looking at the roof.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm the one pinning over Tony Stark's little sister. You've got nothing to be sorry about." You smiled softly because despite the seriousness of your conversation, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him. You know on your side, you were still Tony’s sister, but on his, it could ruin his life, his friendship, everything. Tony wouldn’t forgive the soldier if he so much as ‘tainted’ his baby sister. You placed a hand on his arm in a reassuring way.

"Don't beat yourself up about this, and besides, nothing has even happened..." You sounded a lot more disappointed in your voice than you wanted, and Steve noticed.

"I know how you feel about me, and I've already told you how I feel, but if anything were to happen—I know." You pressed your lips together, cutting him off again, forcing yourself to smile sadly.

"Do you?" He pressed, tilting his head to look at you. "Because you're still holding my bicep." he laughed lightly.

"Sorry, I-..." You couldn't find the words, pulling your hand away. Steve chuckled quietly. His smile was bright in your eyes despite the situation that was unravelling. He took your hand that was resting on his arm into his own. Slowly tangling his fingers with yours. Looking down at your entwined digits, expression almost pained.

"It's okay," He reassured with a voice soft. "I guess I'm just rambling about boundaries..." A moment of silence grew again until he gently reached over and placed his finger beneath your chin, forcing you to look in his direction. He gazed at you for a long moment, allowing a second to calm down his nerves as he stared worriedly into your eyes. Sadness was filling your sense, even if you wanted to hide the fact that your heart was definitively breaking.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay, alright? No one needs to know about what happened between us."

He waited, a long moment passing as you battled your thoughts and emotions. Why did he have to be so caring, so sweet, so... inviting... He stared into your eyes with the softest smile across his lips, His eye creasing with reassurance. In a second impulse, you no longer had restraint, leaning over to kiss him.

It was an innocent kiss, a peck; nothing more, nothing less. It lasted just over a second, and then you pulled back, feeling stunned by your own bravery and simultaneously guilty about the whole thing. You could feel your cheeks burning up, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, feeling nothing but embarrassment. Your eyes finally met Steve's. You quickly see that he looks just as surprised as you felt in the moment. But his emotion of surprise was soon joined by something else, something that made him look more pained, feeling his heartstring pull so hard they felt like they were going to break.

He inhaled sharply, his face only inches from yours. It was a long moment of battling his feelings before finally, feeling like the damage had already been done, he let his hand slip from yours. It was only a brief second before his hand found your cheek. Holding your face firmly in his hands, he pressed his forehead to yours.

"I won't tell if you don't." And just like that, he eagerly pulled you against him, pressing his mouth to your own. It wasn't innocent or gently as the previous kiss had been. There was desperation covered in need and urgency. Feeling the desire pool from Steve, you take it in to dive headfirst, throwing away any and everything that had been spoken about before. Your heart was beating frantically as you pushed yourself onto your knees. Steve gripped your thighs, helping you climb onto his large lap. He pulled you closer, one hand squeezing your thigh while the other held firmly around your waist, trapping you to him. The kiss was hot, tongues fighting and teeth clashing. You let out a groan as Steve's mouth connected with your hot flesh on your jawbone, then your neck, licking a wet trail until your collar bone. Your fingers pulled lightly on his hair, moaning as you felt him begin to suck harshly on your skin.

Suddenly—much to both of your disappointments—the sounds of and elevator ding as metal doors clanked. You both snapped back to reality, frantic, you slide out of Steve’s lap, situating yourself back against the couch. While Steve jumped so fast to sit on the furthest couch in the room, hiding in the array of decorative pillows.

"Y/n?" Tony called, turning the corner. He spotted you and Steve with a smile, "I forgot my glasses," He said with a light sigh, picking up the case with the newest tech glasses he had designed. He planned on showing them off today in hopes someone might take interest. You watch him walk back towards the hall but stop to turn back again.

Steve looked to you with an expression of panic, promptly deciding the best course of action was to try and act like absolutely nothing had happened. The sounds of footsteps echoed through the hall, making Steve glance one more time at you with a look of "I can't believe we just did that" painting his feautres.

"The meeting might hold us up a little longer than expected, so if it's not too much, would you be able to drive y/n home." He faced Steve before turning his gaze to you. "Sorry we couldn't hang out more." He gave you a quick apologetic look. You say it's fine before he quickly left without another word, letting silence take hold again. You look over at Steve once you hear the elevator doors close. He has a devilish smile on his face, no longer even thinking about any sort of boundaries anymore.

"Wanna continue at yours, do I have to carry you upstairs?"

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aubiewabie33 · 5 months

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(full credit to the person who made this on tik tok)

this is so real

#pedro pascal #sebatian stan #tom hardy #chris evens #brad pitt #henry cavill #jeffery dean morgan #paul rudd

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evangelinesbible · 2 years

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ASTRO THEORY No.2

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THE MC IN YOUR MC PERSONA CHART

* These are just predictions and observations I’m not a professional*

Aries MC -

A leader or a huge inspiration at the height of your career, a trail blazer in your industry, passionate leader/business person, will be known for inspiring large groups of people in your career field

Celebrity Ex - Michael Jackson

Taurus MC

A head strong artistic inspiration at the hight of your career, a wealthy/stable income, luxurious living, a stable grounded business person, will be known for being a glamorous hard worker in their career field

Celebrity Ex - Naomi Campbell

Gemini MC

A great communicator and great verbal expression at the hight of your career, multiple careers or business endeavors, calculated business person, will be known for your intelligence and keen strategy in your career field

Celebrity Ex - Jay -Z

Cancer MC

Seen as passionate and an “ American sweetheart” at the hight of your career, gives a comfort to the media, emotional/ passionate opinions, a maternal vibe, a reliable business person, will be known for being beloved and trusted in your career field.

Celebrity Ex - Chris Evans

Leo MC

Alluring, magnetic and popular at the hight of your career, very noticeable to the public, a very creative and prideful business person, will be known for immense creativity and dazzling projects in your career field.

Celebrity Ex - Dua Lipa

Virgo MC

A successful routine and a hard worker at the hight of your career, booked and busy, a disciplined business person, detailed and meticulous, will be known for being intelligent and methodical in your career field

Celebrity Ex - Margot Robbie

Libra MC

A muse and beauty standard at the hight of your career, exuding balance in your career, a fair and just business person, will be known for beauty and finding a healthy balance in your career field

Celebrity Ex - Marylin Monroe

Scorpio MC

Seen as a mysterious and alluring at the hight of your career, keeping secrets or being secretive to the public, might be a taboo topic, an intuitive and emotional business person, will be known for being powerful and an enigma in your career

Celebrity Ex - Alexa Demie

Sagittarius MC

Professional freedom at the hight of your career, lots of travel, may have multiple projects/goals going on, will be known for being opinionated, passionate and carefree in your career field

Celebrity Ex - Doja Cat

Capricorn MC

Ultimately powerful at the hight of your career, seen as a teacher or the best in their field, very experienced business person, protective of your work, will be remembered as a hard ass worker and a boss in your career field

Celebrity Ex - Nicki Minaj

Aquarius MC -

Independence at the height of your career, unique ways of working, innovator, trend setter, a out of the box business person, will be known for changing or impacting your career field in some way

Celebrity Ex - Beyoncé

Pisces MC

Channeling spirituality and being very in touch with your emotions at the hight of your career, could be seen as unstable, an intuitively creative business person, could be seen as a fantasy or romanticized, will be known for bringing a type of spiritual/healing awareness in your career

Celebrity Ex - Amy Winehouse

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* OMG this took me FOREVER! But I did it 😅 do you resonate with your MC? What do you think about this theory? Do you have anything to add? What’s your Persona MC MC? Mines LEO.

And remember it’s just a theory… A ZODIAC THEORY! And cut 🎬

( I’m sorry I had to do that)

- ⚜️💫⚜️

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molt3ngold · 3 months

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#B O A F #WHAT DOES THAT SPELL?#BOAF #jensen ackles #chris evens #soldier boy #captain America #the boys #marvel mcu #mcu #MCU captain america #steve rogers

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hotcoolandticklish · 7 months

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Is actor Chris Evans ticklish

Very around his neck! :D There are also a couple of gifs of him getting tickled under the arms/back by Anthony Mackie, but I don't have the links saved, sorry!!

#ticklishmalecelebs #ticklishmen #ticklish #chris evens

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storysofanavenger · 1 year

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Only mine

Steve Rogers/Captain America x fem!reader

Summary: You had a meeting with the Avengers but your boyfriend has only eyes for others. You don’t like that, so he has to live with the consequences.

Warnings: slight bdsm; swearwords; sub Captain America; dom reader; commands

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I texted him to take off everything except his underwear and wait for me in the hallway.

I ordered Steve to get on his knees. He screwed up, and he knew that, so he had no choice. Poor little whore. He thought I didn't see him offering himself at the Avengers meeting. I saw how he gazed to Bucky all the time with this lustful sparkle in his eyes. He’s bi and I know that, I was never against it but he has to accept that he was mine. I told him so often that I see everything but he always thinks that he can outsmart me.

"Kneel down" I said.

He complied with my order, but without stopping to look me in the eye.

He was angry with me, I could see that, but I didn't care. He must live with the consequences.

When he sat on his knees in front of me, I could hardly resist him. His big, blue puppy eyes are made it hart to resist.

I put on his collar.

From him, I got only a growl back.

"Well, bad little puppies have to be taught a lesson. Right, little whore?"

He didn't respond. He looked down at the floor. This really pissed me off now.

I grabbed him by the chin and yanked it up, so he was forced to look me in the eye.

I repeated, "Right, little whore?"

He nodded.

I saw a lustful gleam in his eyes. „This could not be true“, I thought.

I didn't expect that this would make him so horny, so I continued.

I grabbed him by his collar, bent down, so he could see something in my cleavage, and pulled him close to me.

I asked him quietly with a murmur in my voice, "Do you like being called a whore?"

The only thing he could do was to swallow, then he looked down again nervously. Then he nodded hesitantly.

"Answer me." I said softly but firmly.

"Yes ma'am" he said shakily.

I grinned at him and fixed him with my gaze.

I saw that he had taken his hands off the floor to hide something.

"Put your hands back on the floor. I want to see everything.", I said with a smirk.

He did so without contradicting me. He just looked at me in embarrassment.

"That's enough to get you turned on? You really are a dirty little whore, and tomorrow everyone will know it. You won't be able to sit anymore."

He swallowed hard, but carefully directed his eyes to me again.

"Now follow me to the sofa and lean over my lap. I'll show you what happens if you do that again."

"Yes Ma'am" he said quietly, because he knew what was about to happen.

#captain america x reader #x reader #marvel #avengers #fanfic #steve rogers #steve x female reader #captain america #chris evens #your name #smut #light smut #dom reader #sub steve rogers #commands

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psdic · 2 years

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‏ ꨩ᮫⁦👩‍🌾༅ ⿻ ݁ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. ݁ 𓂃 ݊ ꯲᪈ᠻᡶ › あ.

‏‹᯽ᨘ‛᩠⋆ ⸒ ⁦🌻՚ ꫝᰋ᪶ℽ ꪁℓℓ s̳w̳𝗲𝗲𝘁 ❕

‏⠀⠀ ݊ ֶָ֢ 𝟭𝟭:𝟭𝟭 𓂅 թ𐑙ꪖᥙᩛ ꦦ 🖇️ ꩅᦸ ♡

#icons with psd #psd icons #icons #messy icons #theme #pop icons #random icons #boys psd icons #dark psd #psd #chris evens #chris evens theme #chris evens wallpaper #chris evans #chris evans wallpaper #lockscreens #captin america #Spotify

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dumbgothbunny · 2 years

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Ugh so anyone who does dark fics I have a daddy!Court/little reader, Dark!Daddy!Lloyd/Reader request. Dub/noncon elements. It’ll be under the cut

So like- reader is Six’s girlfriend- she’s a little.

Lloyd captures him as he’s supposed to- but he doesn’t plan on having you there- this cute little think all laced up in a pretty dress with a bunny clutched to her chest. You’re obviously legal, but still quite young. And he picks up on the dynamic right away. Anyway, he taunts six with you, touches you and makes you cry- and then he fucks you in front of him- makes you say that he’s your daddy now. And then he kills six and takes you with him. “Sorry sugar, I’m a firm believer of adopt, don’t shop” and then he winks and smacks your frill covered ass before whisking you off into his chaos 🫠

#dark!fic #lloyd hansen x reader #Lloyd Hansen/reader #lloyd Hansen #Chris evens #dark!chris evans #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!daddy fic #chris evans/reader #the gray man

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soupsspoons · 11 months

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14. Cowardice or Stupidity

Hannah woke in her bed, her eyes blinded by the sun shining in the window that faced out onto Alexandria. She had never planned to wake up this late, but with all that happened last night, she allowed herself to, just this once. Hannah let her hands run over the soft sheets that covered her mattress. She felt the warmth of the cotton, a feeling she was sure she would never get used to. Hannah wanted to sink into the mattress below her, she wanted to be swallowed up in its comfortable clutches.

Memories of her conversation with Ron played over and over in Hannah's mind. How did a day so wonderful turn so sour? She understood why Ron was upset, he had every right to be, but he had no right to take it out on her.

Hannah began to stand from her place in the bed, letting her legs swing over the sides and onto the cool, hardwood floor. She was going to talk to Ron. She knew she didn't deserve the things he said to her, and she knew he would understand.

As she rose, Hannah heard a cacophonous string of screams pour out from the town surrounding her. She jumped at the noise, having almost forgotten what that terrible, fear-filled sound was. Hannah moved quickly to the window that she had just been hiding away from, searching for the origin of the sound. She could see people running in all directions, frantic terror written across their faces, and yet, she could see no perpetrator of their fear.

Hannah then ran swiftly down her stairs, slipping as she turned. Had the walkers gotten in? Hannah thought. She leaped from the last step, going to look through a different window. She moved the loose curtain to the side. Hannah could now see the perpetrators.

She watched as men and women with W's haphazardly scraped onto their foreheads chased after the townspeople, all sorts of weapons reached out far in front of them. They seemed to have grabbed whatever they could, with some carrying heavy knives or axes, and others carrying guns that they must have taken from her own people. The invaders were wearing bloodstained and worn clothes, and Hannah couldn't help but be more scared of them because of it. She pulled the curtain closed, unable to look as her people were murdered, slashed right in front of her. Hannah didn't know what to do. Should she be helping people fight? Should she stay hidden away inside? Hannah knew her only choices were between cowardice and stupidity.

Hannah chose cowardice.

She slumped herself against the wall, staying as still and flat as she could. There were two other open windows on the walls across from her, each giving a perfect view of the chaos outside. She needed a plan. She needed to find somewhere safe.

Hannah slid farther down the wall, now sitting uncomfortably on her knees. She kept her eyes on the windows, trying her best to stay observant. She needed to get to the kitchen, Hannah thought. If she could grab the knives, or even a mallet maybe, Hannah would be protected. God, at that moment she wished she had asked Daryl to help her sooner. If only she hadn't been so scared. If only she didn't simply wish away the bad things.

When Hannah made it to the kitchen, still crouching below the sight of the windows, she pulled open the drawer that held the silverware. Inside were a few rows of utensils, each one from a completely different set. In the back were the knives. There were only two, one big, and one smaller. The big one was the kind that Hannah could remember her mother using to cut steak before cooking it. The smaller one, Hannah knew, was a paring knife. She had used it many times before for her own meals. Hannah's hand hovered over the two. If she has to fight, she thought, she is going to have to win. Hannah grabbed the big knife.

Hannah stayed in the kitchen, the knife clutched against her chest. She tried to tune out the sounds, the screaming and the crying of the people she knew. Her mind wandered back to her friends. She knew Enid would be okay, the girl knew what she was doing. Hopefully, Ron would be with her. Hopefully, she could protect him. Hannah didn't want to think about Carl, though. She knew, of course, that he would be okay. He had to be. She knew he was probably with Judith, standing over her crib, or maybe holding her in his arms. She knew Carl would protect his family; that would be his first priority. Hannah wanted to be sure, though. She so desperately wanted to know that he was okay. That all of her friends were okay.

As Hannah waited, she could hear the sounds outside getting quieter. The screams seemed to ebb as she stood, and Hannah allowed herself, finally, to near the window. She reached the one that she had stood at not long ago. With the knife still clutched in her palms, Hannah held her breath and reached out to the curtain. She pulled it just slightly, peeking through the opening. Although she could see the bodies that were strewn about, beaten and bloody, it looked like everything was finally over.

Hannah gripped the curtain, holding it for a moment, before pulling it back all the way. When she did, Hannah stared right back into the eyes of a woman, a 'w' scratched into her forehead and blood dripping off of her hands.

Hannah could hear the glass shatter as she ran. Hannah could hear the woman entering her home. She ran back into the kitchen, gripping the knife so hard its wooden handle dug into the skin of her palm. She searched frantically for an escape. The front door was blocked by the woman, her large body hunched slightly as she pulled herself from the window. Within a second, she ran at Hannah, meeting her in the kitchen. And then she only stood, a shard of the broken window in hand, watching her breath.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" the woman asked, her voice scratchy and mean, and yet, superficially, it was genuine. Her head was turned slightly, and her eyes were condescending as she too breathed heavily. Hannah kept the knife reached out in front of her.

"Take whatever you want, please, just leave us alone." She said, trying to keep her voice level.

"Whatever I want?" The woman mocked, moving closer now, "You shouldn't make promises like that." She continued closer to Hannah, blocking her in.

"Stay back" Hannah shouted, moving her knife forward. The woman only laughed.

"What are you gonna do, hm? That's a pretty big knife for a little girl like you." The woman gestured with the shard, and Hannah was forced into silence. Hannah knew the woman was stronger than she was, she knew she had done this before. Hannah begged in her mind that someone would barge through the door. Maybe Daryl would be back now, maybe he would run in with his bow and shoot the woman before Hannah even shed a tear. Maybe Carl would see her through the window and pull his gun from its holster, not willing to anyone else get hurt. But the outside was still quiet, and her door was still closed. All Hannah could hear was her own heart and the breathing of the woman in front of her.

Hannah gripped her knife harder now, so hard she was sure it would bruise her hand. If she could just make it past the woman, she would be free. It was an impossible thought, but this time, Hannah chose stupidity. With the idea set in her mind, she pushed off the counter and barreled into the woman. The window shard plunged into Hannah's arm, causing her ears to ring as they tumbled. The woman had fallen to the ground with Hannah on top of her. She hadn't really thought this far ahead, but something inside of her, something animalist, kept Hannah going. They each grunted and cried as they rolled around on the ground, going back and forth between who was on top. The woman gripped down onto the hand that held Hannah's knife, digging her nails deep into the girl's skin. Hannah used her injured arm to knock the glass from the woman's hand before they flipped over. Now Hannah lay, her back pressed against the hard wooden floor, struggling to free her hand from the woman's grab. That animalistic part came over Hannah again when her hand wouldn't budge. She brought her knee up in between their two bodies, reeling back and striking the woman's ribs. She cried and loosened her grip just enough that Hannah could pull herself from beneath the woman.

Hannah sprinted to the door and stumbled onto her porch. She jumped from the steps, much as she had on her way downstairs, falling onto her hands and knees. Hannah only just made it off the porch before she could hear the woman yelling after her. She looked behind her and saw the woman charging forward, the glass back in her hand. Hannah staggered forward, slipping slightly on the blood of a corpse. She noticed now, that the grass beneath her was slick with blood and bodies. With a slight gasp of horror, Hannah continued to run.

She made it just to the next house before Hannah felt the woman on her back. She pushed her down as Hannah screamed. She felt her face become buried into the grass and she could taste the metallic sting of blood, though she wasn't sure who it belonged to.

"You stupid bitch!" The woman yelled. Hannah saw now that she had a cut along her face. Hannah must have cut her when they were in the kitchen. When Hannah fell, the knife that she had been gripping so hard had slipped from her hand, the sweat of her palm becoming too much. Hannah tried to turn her head to search for it, but she felt the cold sting of glass against her throat.

"You could have been free, girl! I could have freed you!" The woman dug the glass along her face, drawing blood on her forehead. Hannah winced at the feeling, her eyes finally beginning to water. She jerked her head away from the glass, but it only seemed to cut deeper.

"Don't cry, girl. We're gonna help you." The woman gave Hannah an eerie smile before moving the shard down her chest. Hannah moved desperately below her, her hands sweeping across the grass, begging for her knife.

"Please" Hannah cried.

At that, the woman took her hand, swiped up some of the blood from Hannah's face, and began to write on her own forehead, outlining the 'W' that had already been carved. The touch of the woman's fingers stung like salt, and Hannah could feel the blood drip down her cheeks. Some fell into her eyes, mixing with her tears. When the woman was done, she moved a bloody finger to Hannah's lips, holding it delicately over them.

"Shh," The woman said softly, "You will be free."

She tightened the glass in her hands, pulling it above Hannah's body, before slamming it down into her chest. The pain seared through Hannah as she screamed.

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Her mom had been the one to find the shack. It wasn't really a shack, but Hannah felt that there was no difference between a shack and a gun shed. When they found it, Jennifer Grant only wanted to see if there were any weapons left. When they found that the shack had been pillaged long ago, Jen wanted to leave, unable to look at their failure. But Malcolm Grant persisted, so they decided this was their new home.

The family lived in that shack for most of their time After. Over the years, they had set it up as nicely as they could, with a quilt lining the small floor, and the small family photo that Jen had brought with them covering a hole in one of the walls. It was nice. They were safe.

Hannah loved how open it was. Of course, the shed itself was small, but outside of it was a wide-open field. It must have spanned about 1-2 acres, and it was full of beautiful, bright green grass. Hidden inside the grass were all sorts of wildflowers; blue flowers, red flowers, orange flowers, and purple flowers. Hannah spent most of her time in the field. The house was too cramped, and the outside was too beautiful.

She hadn't been outside that day. It was been raining and Jen told Hannah to stay inside.

"You'll get sick," she had told her.

And so, Hannah and her mother stayed inside. Malcolm had gone out not too long before the rain had started. He was going on a run to find more canned foods. They had just begun to run out.

Now, Hannah could only remember small pieces of that day. She could still remember the sound of the gunshots outside. She could still remember her mother jumping in shock at the noise. And she remembered the feeling of the tears in her eyes when her mother said she needed to go outside.

Hannah sat in the corner of the shed, alone, with her knees pressed up against her chest as she sobbed. There were two more gunshots that rang out until everything went silent.

Hannah waited. She prayed that her mother might walk back through the door, holding her father's hand. They would come in and say everything was okay and wipe her tears. But they never did. Hannah stayed inside, alone, listening to the rain hit the roof just as her tears hit the floor.

Finally, when the rain stopped, Hannah stood.

Now, Hannah could still remember the blood that covered the field she had loved. She remembered how the sticky liquid blanketed all of the flowers that decorated the grass, painting them all a deep red.

It was an odd sight, the swaying of the long grass that wrapped around the unmoving body of Malcolm Grant.

Hesitantly, Hannah ran to find her mother. She screamed her name into the air and yet nothing came back. She yelled again, her desperate voice straining against her throat. Still, nothing came back.

Now, Hannah could still remember that first view of the walkers coming toward her. She could still feel her hesitance to leave her only family behind.

Hannah could remember how she cried harder than she had all day when she found herself alone, with only the photograph she had taken from the shed, at a large fence.

A fence with Alexandria: Safe Zone was written across it.

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HEYYY LOVLIESSSSS!!! ahhh I'm so excited about this chapter. I've literally been planning it (and the upcoming chapters) for soo long. I really hope you enjoyed it. I also hope the flashback and the fight scenes made sense. I've never written something like that before so idk.

How do we feel about Hannah's backstory???

Thanks for Reading!

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The stewardess

Pt. 3

Chris Evans x reader

Prompt: you and collin go to a club for your night off, Chris isn’t happy.

Word count: 1931

Warnings: alcohol? Cussing???? Horrible writing

Authors note: omg guys! Thank you so much for the support on this series! I’m so glad you are all loving it as much as I am!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Not mine!

Even after working on the yacht for quite a while I would never get used to getting up early. That morning my stupid alarm woke me up. I sighed, i just wanted to sleep in. I grabbed my clothes and walked slowly into the kitchen. Collin was already up and was making breakfast.

“Morning” he said

I groaned “this isn’t fucking morning, i should be sleeping”

“You’ve worked here for so long and you still aren’t used to the wake up time?” He asked in disbelief

“Yup, never been a morning person” you shrugged while you made yourself a cup of coffee

He cleared his throat “you hair looks nice” he said. Wtf.

I laughed “collin it’s far too early for jokes”

“I’m not joking, it looks nice” he said genuinely

“Ok sure” i nodded still not believing him “alright gotta get to work” i raised my eyebrows and walked out. No one was up yet. It was so peaceful in the mornings. That was one nice thing. I finished setting the table and stepped back to admire my work.

“Goooooood morning!” It was RDJ

I turned around and smiled “morning! I hope you slept alright”

“Fantastic the waves always sooth me” he says down on the couch “may I have a cup of caffeine please” he batted his eyelashes.

I giggled “of course, I’ll be right back” I began to walk backwards and just as I was turning around I rammed into a wall.

“Woah there” or not a wall, it was Chris

“Oh my god im so sorry!” I apologized

“Hey hey, you’re good, beautiful morning isn’t it?” He asked

“Uh yes, yes it’s beautiful” he stared into my eyes “uh would you like a coffee? I am getting one for Downey”

“Yes please!” He said

Just as I was leaving Anthony came down I heard him say “where’s she goin?” “Coffee” said Chris

“Hey wait! I’ll take one too!” He yelled

I have a thumbs up without even turning back.

I came back with 3 coffees and handed them to each of the boys. Receiving a thank you from each one.

“Y/N will you round up the rest of the staff I have an announcement?” RDJ said

“Yes of course sir” I nodded and went off to collect the small rest of the staff

I found grabbed collin, and the maid, all the others hadn’t come with us to Monte Carlo. I brought them out into the living room

“Ahhh here they are” RDJ said and stood up clapping his hands together “according to our fellow captain we will arrive in Monte Carlo tonight! I am feeling kind today and I’m also craving Chinese takeout so I’ve decided to give you all the night off! He said cheerfully

“Oh that’s so kind, thank you!” I said

“Yeah thank you sir” said collin

“Of course! You all deserve some fun! Work hard, play hard!” He announced

We served breakfast and then cleaned up while the boys went to their rooms and did whatever they did behind those locked doors. We tidied up the whole boat so the work for tonight would be minimal. They came out for lunch. Chris updated me on the book he was reading. And RDJ gave me and collin our paycheck so we would have cash for tonight.

The night came quickly, and with it our arrival to Monte Carlo. It was a gorgeous city especially at sunset. I finished everything up and then went to my room to get dressed. I picked out my black dress that was detailed with rhinestones on the straps and the neck line. It was short and tight but complemented my figure. I grabbed my glittery bag and did all my hair and makeup. The sun had completely set by the time me and collin were ready to go.

You met collin at the door to the dock and headed on your way. Before you could even get out the door someone was calling your name.

“Hey wait one sec! Y/N wait!” It was Chris

I turned to face Him and smiled

“Where are you headed?” He asked

“To this club, it’s super awesome” I told him

“Oh…a club huh? That sounds fun! Just you know? Be careful” he said swallowing hard

“Yes yes of course” I smiled and turned to leave

Me and collin walked to the club together

The night was nice. The lamps lit up the streets, the breeze blew through my hair as me and collin walked arms linked to the club RDJ had recommended. I was leaning into him for warmth. We arrived at the club shortly, the building was practically throbbing. We walked in and my senses were automatically heightened. The noise of people trying to yell over the music that was at the highest possible volume. The smell of cigarette smoke, sweaty bodies and alcohol. I even caught a wiff of perfume as a girl walked by me. The lights flashing, the people jumping. Tonight was gonna be a shit ton of fun.

“Come on!” I yelled to collin, my voice being drowned out by the music. We walked over to the bar and ordered a round of shots. This is the only atmosphere me and collin really got along in. The bar tender brought the shots over along with a piece of paper with numbers on it. I looked at it curiously. Collin laughed

“It’s his number” he yelled

“Ohhhhh, welp” I grabbed the shots, handing one to collin. I rised my tiny glass “tooooo….” I couldn’t think of something

“To the mid looking bar tender who thinks he can pull you!” Yelled collin. We clicked out glasses together and drank the shots. We placed them aggressively back on the table.

“Another round please!” I yelled

After what seemed like only five minutes, me and collin were stumbling over our feet and slurring our words. It was almost 3 am and we still technically had work tomorrow. Right now though, we danced on the crowed floor to songs of all languages.

Another hour went by in less than a second. People started to clear out only the young locals remained. I walked over to the bar and plopped down on one of the stools, almost falling off.

“You know, I think we should head back” said collin sitting next to be. I could barely understand a word he was saying. Not only were his worlds slurred together into one but he was talking way to quietly and I was also DrUnK.

“Mmmmmmmmm yup” I nodded my head “probableee”

We stumbled out of the club giggling. The walk hom seemed to take forever and I’m actually suprised we didn’t get lost.

By the time we were walking up the dock my phone told me it was 4:45am. One fun day it would be tomorrow. The lights were still on.

I tripped as we walked in. Collin caught me and I began to laugh. Then I saw Chris stand up from the couch.

“Oh hello Mr chris!” I said

“Y/N” he walked over to me and collin “I got it from here man” he tried to take me out of collins arms

“No it’s fine I got her” said collin pulling me in tighter

“Here give her to me” Chris said more sternly

“No i said it’s fine” said collin

“Hey! Listen just take your fucking hands off of her” Chris had begun to raise his voice

“Ugh stawp it gooys” I Squirmed, trying to get out of collins arms. Because collin was kinda drunk he dropped me, and I fell to the ground. “Can you guys shush? I’m trying to sleep” I said and layed down on the floor and closed my eyes as if I was going to sleep.

I heard Chris sigh. Then I felt a pair of strong arms around me.

“Fuck you man! Just because your some celebrity dick doesn’t mean you get to play with her fucking feelings! She doesn’t like you, you know?! Don’t even think about doing anything to her!” Yelled collin

“Listen kid, let’s talk about this later, I don't have time for your bullshit.” Said Chris

“Fuck you!” Collin screamed as Chris carried me off

We walked up the stairs. Wait what? Up the stairs? My room was under the deck. I then felt him place me gently on a bed. A bed that was much softer than mine. He pulled the blanket over me. I felt the weight shift. The other side of the bed dipped down. He got under the covers. He rustled under a little and then was still. That’s when I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up. My head felt as if it would explode any second and the brightness of the sun shining through the window did not help whatsoever. I tried my best to remember what had happened last night. All I knew was that I wasn’t in my bed. Who’s it was? I had no idea.

I groaned and got up. Next to the bed was a tall glass of water with some pills next to it. I quickly gulped them down. I stood up, head rush. I paused and let it pass before walking out and down the stairs into the main living area.

The table was set for one. I saw Chris leaning on the railing and looking out at the harbour. I walked out and stood next to him. He turned to me

“Oh you’re up!” His eyes seemed to light up when he saw me

“Yup” I could barely see a thing “I think I’m going blind”

Chris laughed and pulled off his aviators. He placed them on my face, “better?”

I nodded

“Hey Y/N” it was colin “you’re awake! I made you breakfast” he tilted his head towards the table. A beautiful stack of pancakes sat on the once empty place.

“Oh thank you so much!” I hugged him and I heard Chris scoff

I walked over and sat down. Chris pulled out the chair next to me and sat down. He smiled at me. Man he has a nice smile.

“Can i get a some sunny side up eggs too please” Chris said to collin

“You already had fruit and avocado toast” said collin rolling his eyes

“I need my protein” said Chris. Collin sighed and walked off “thanks bud!” Said Chris

I giggled

“Did you sleep well?” Chris asked leaning onto his elbows

“Uh yeah yeah I did”

“My bed is pretty soft huh?” Fuck “RDJ was saying the sheets are like Egyptian cotton or smth like that” of course it was his fucking bed

“Wait um nothing like…nothing happened right?”

“I don’t think I know what you mean” said Chris, the smirk on his face only grew

“You know?”

“No i don’t I think you are gonna need to be more specific”

Jesus “ok fine, did we have sex?” I asked

“No. No we didn’t, see that wasn’t that hard.” He was smiling. So impressed with himself. A few minutes later collin came in with a plate of scrambled eggs

“I asked for sunny side up”

“You get what you get and you don’t get upset, bud” collin said and walked off.

“Later we should go for a swim, it will help with the hangover” said Chris taking a bike of his eggs

“Sounds good!” I nodded and continued to eat my pancakes. I couldn’t get the idea out of my head now. Having sex with Chris. God, I needed to stop.

Pt. 4

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