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[teebarnes]

Can I request something fluffy with Chris evans and his wife, where they have a little baby that just started crawling and since he/she is obsessed with Dodger, they're always following him around the house and he is just loving all the attention

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Title: Just another day in the Evans household

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!reader

Summary: It is just another day in the Evans' household, where your daughter has a big obsession with Dodger and can now walk freely within your home.

Word Count: 600

Warning(s): fluff, that's about it I think... **editing these as I go**

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You chuckle watching your daughter crawl after your pup Dodger; sitting on the floor, you begin recording the moment. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that your daughter started crawling, and since then, she travels around your home like she owns the place. But it also wasn't until a few days ago that she had been super obsessed with following your and Chris' pup Dodger. He loved you and Chris' daughter so much that he didn't mind when she'd catch up to him or take him down with her if she fell. Sometimes Dodger would wait for your daughter to catch up to him just to move again. He was the best big brother he could be to your daughter.

"Baby, come here", you yelled out to Chris; the quick noise of Chris running down the stairs from behind you, he walked in. His big frame against the door frame, arms crossed, he chuckled, watching Dodger crawl along the floor with your daughter. You turn to Chris smiling "he loves the attention," Chris said to which you nodded. Your daughter laughed as Dodger rolled around on the floor, wagging his tail. Your daughter softly rubbing his stomach, something she learnt off of you a few hours ago. "Princess", you softly spoke, to which your daughter turned her head, her blue eyes widened at you, You smiled waving "c'mere my love", and with that, she started crawling back to you, Dodger pouncing to be next to her.

You smiled as your daughter crashed into your arms, "you gonna go with dada to walk Dodger?" You smiled, looking at your daughter; she mumbled incoherent sentences which told you that she wanted to go out with Dodger on his walk. Chris smiled, taking your daughter from your arms not before planting soft kisses on your lips, "let's go get your shoes on, hun", Chris spoke to your daughter, who had now rested her chin on your husband's shoulder. You smiled, watching as Dodger began to follow the pair out of the room, with your daughter babbling to Dodger over Chris' shoulder.

Slipping on your shoes as well, you head to the kitchen to make a little food basket for the three of you to take to the hill. Being in a gated community really helps with the freedom, especially since your husband's job is acting; it gets the paparazzi off his ass. With both of your experiences of anxiety, you wanted your daughter to grow up in an environment that is free from that, which is precisely why you moved into the community of amazing neighbours.

Humming away to the music lulling from the house speakers, you feel a slight tightening around your left leg. Looking down, you can see your daughter cuddling it along with Dodger's head snuggled under your daughters bottom to hold her upright. Making you chuckle, "c 'mere my little love," you giggles, picking her up to hold. "Want some?" You pick a piece of the sandwich for her to eat, which she gladly accepts. You stood there feeding her when arms had wrapped around your waist, holding you close. "I was wondering where the pair of them went off to" Chris smiled, kissing your daughters head. You turned to face him, smiling. "She was hungry, I guess", you shrugged. You held your daughter up with your arm so Chris could put on ur daughters shoes.

You grab a sandwich from the counter, feeding it into Chris' mouth while he slipped on the last shoe onto your daughter's foot. He laughs, biting the entire sandwich. "Good?" He nodded, chuckling. You kissed his lips, only making your daughter squeal.

"Alright, missy, let's get going, huh?" You smiling, putting her down next to Dodger. Dodger starts walking away, and your daughter follows while you and Chris finishing packing the rest of your basket.

"I'm starting to think that she loves Dodger more than us", Chris laughed "that I can agree on, babe", you smiled as Chris took ur hand into his, following your daughter to the door.

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[teebarnes]

First of all, I love your writing! ❤️ I wanted to request cevansx reader, reader is a single mom(the reason is up to you) and her child is best friend with chris' nieces and he likes to play with him and they fall in lovr or something like that? I hope was clear! Thanksss

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Thank you so so much, I really appreciate that! I'm very very sorry for the long wait. Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy this 🥰🥰

Title: He's My Hope

Pairing: Chris Evans x Single!mum reader (Singlemom!reader)

Summary: You never thought attending your daughter’s best friend’s birthday party that you would meet Chris, who would grow to be one of the most important people in you and your daughter’s life.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): fluff, single mum, pregnancy**, adoption. SEMI EDITED (I will be editing this as I go)

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Today was your daughter's best friend's birthday, which you had inevitably been invited to as well. Your daughter had been friends with Stella for quite a while, however, this would be the first time you were meeting the rest of the Evans family. Being a single mum was more complicated than you thought after getting pregnant with your daughter, Tilda. Your long time boyfriend dumped you and claimed he wanted nothing to do with your daughter, suppose he was a coward. Five years later, both you and Tilda were doing better than ever, you could admit that the first few years of your daughter's life were hard, but you indeed had the support of your good friend Carly and Scott as well as your parents.

It was no surprise that Stella was the niece of the famous Chris Evans, but your daughter's friendship well and truly blossomed before you knew. You had met Stella's mum Carly Evans at one of Tilda's newborn appointments. The pair of you immediate clicked, she gave you her number and you gave her yours. She then introduced you to Shanna and Scott not long after you two had met, and they both adored you and your daughter. You hadn't met Chris yet but you knew he was apart of the family, Carly always told you about his travels and that he was always away filming a new movie or series.

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"Tils, are you ready?" You yelled from the kitchen as you finished packing your famous mini-cupcakes into the Tupperware container. You sighed, awaiting your daughter's answer only to hear her little feet patter on the floorboards above you. You could tell she was mucking around, something you were accustomed to knowing, seeing as you were her mum.

"Tilda, I asked if you were ready, my love?" You closed the container before making a beeline for the stairs; you turned the corner seeing your daughter trying to pack her best friend's presents into the gift bag she wanted to decorate herself. You chuckled at the concentrating face your daughter makes, sticking her tongue out giving a slight squint as she makes sure that the pom poms on the bag are in the correct position. "Tilda, did you hear me?" You spoke softly.

She looked up at you smiling. "Mum! do you like it?" She excitedly smiled. You nodded, "It is beautiful, Stella is going to love it!" you kneeled down, helping her put all the little presents into the gift bag. "Are you ready, my sweets?" You kissed the top of her head before standing again. Tilda nodded at you all the while putting her shoes on. "Ready now", she smiled, hopping up.

"Alrighty, do you want me to carry Stella's gift or you?" You asked your daughter. She shook her head, taking hold of the gift. "I'll hold it, Mumma" "okay then", with a smile upon your face, you extended your hand for your daughter to hold. She took your hand into her, following you out down the stairs. "Alright, stay here. I'm just going to grab the cupcakes," you quickly told her. Making your way into the kitchen, grabbing the container of mini-cupcakes. You walked back out, opening the door for your daughter as she followed out.

You closed the door turning your heels, walking with your daughter to the car; opening one door for her to hop in and the other so you could rest the cupcakes on the seat. You chuckled as she struggled to get into her car seat, it reminded you of the times before your daughter could walk. "Here you go, my love", you softly spoke, lifting her up on her chair. "Thank you, Mumma", she smiled, leaving a small kiss on the top of your nose. You returned the favour before buckling her.

On the way to the party, both you and Tilda jammed to both of your favourite albums. She was most definitely a mini-you. Five years without a father was hard, you couldn't give her the balance that a kid needed, and you always wished that Tilda had a father figure to do so. But in the end, she loved you so much, and she made sure to tell you every day how grateful she was to have you in her life. So you knew that you had to have done something right. After your boyfriend had left you when he found out you were pregnant with Tilda, you swore to devote your time to your daughter, and inevitably he was your last relationship. You had people occasionally hit on you, but non you trusted enough to pursue a relationship with. One that was best for both you and your daughter, which was all you could ever think about.

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"Hey Tils, we are here", you smiled, looking back to gently shake the leg of your sleeping daughter. Her eyes fluttered open, looking around before giving a big yawn. Hopping out of the car, you make your way to help Tilda out of the car when you see Stella running towards you. "Aunt y/n! Aunt y/n! You're here", she giggled, running into your open arms. "Hey baby, how are you?" You smiled, giving her a big big hug. "I'm good! I'm good! Mom said she wants to see you," you nodded, standing opening the door. "I'll go see her in a minute" Stella nodded, helping her best friend out of the car "Hi Tilly", she grinned. Tilda smiled widely, bringing Stella into a big hug. "Happy Birthday, Stells!" She smiled handing her, her present. You chuckled, recording the small moment right before Stella squealed, "TILDA, I LOVE THE BAG!" Stella excitedly ran in her spot before engulfing Tilda in a hug.

Inside…

Carly makes up some bowls of snack foods, watching as Chris plays with Miles out in the yard. "Do you think this is going to work?" Carly looks up at Scott, who is giving a huge smile "definitely, he'd be the perfect fit for her. Vice versa" Scott took a bite out of the carrot in his hand. "Mom! Look, look" Stella comes running into the house with Tilda by her side. "Hello Aunt C!", Carly smiles giving Tilda a big hug. "Hey, where's mom?" "Right here", you smiled, coming into the door. Stella and Tilda giggle before running outside.

Scott engulfs you into a big hug, "I know I saw you a few days ago, but I missed you," he chuckled. You shake your head laughing before giving Carly a hug. "Need help?" You look at her. Carly shook her head "no, no, just take a seat". You smiled, taking a seat next to Scott.

Outside, Chris takes a sip of his beer, watching as the two girls run out from the kitchen door. A new face, he thought. His head peers into the kitchen mesmerised by the woman who had also just walked in -- you. He was in a trance. He saw the way you laughed and smiled; he explored your facial features from afar. Chris turned to his brother-in-law, nudging his shoulder. "Hey, who is that" he gestured over to you in the kitchen. Carly's husband follows Chris' gaze "oh! That's y/n" he smiled at Chris, "You know the one Carly's is good friends with? mother of Tilda", he points to Tilda next to Stella. "That's y/n, oh... she's married?" Chris asks which Carly's husband shook his head "Single mother, since the day Tilda was born" "Funny story actually, Tilda was born a few days later to Stella. Carly had actually bumped into y/n when we were going for Stella's first check up; the both of them hit it off and have been friends for all of the girl's life". Carly's husband smiled.

Your beautiful brown haired girl came running towards Carly's husband, "Uncle! Hi uncle", she chuckled, running into his open arms. "Hey, Tils", he smiled. Chris had a big smile on his face; she was beautiful and definitely another version of you. He didn't even know you yet, but he was so entranced by the thought of you; it was insane. "Hey Tilda, this is my brother" he gestures to Chris, who is standing; Tilda's gaze follows before she waves. "This is Chris" sher stood there for a moment before a little light bulb went off in her head as she realised who she was "oh! Hello, you're Captain America!" She chuckles, holding her hand out for him to shake, which Chris gladly kneels down to accept. "My Mumma lets me watch the films all the time" her smile brightens. Chris laughs lightly, "I'm glad to hear" "'Cmon, I'm sure my Mom will love to meet you", she jumps, taking one of Chris' fingers to hold, dragging him into the house. Stella chuckled, following in pursuit.

You, Scott and Carly, were having a good time making the food, talking about next months school events when your daughter came running in with Chris attached to her hips, "MUM! LOOK, IT'S CAPTAIN AMERICA," she beams, pointing up at him. You turn around, smiling down at your little girl before looking back at Chris, "hello there, Captain America" You chuckle, extending your hand to meet his "I'm y/n, Tilda's mom" you smiled. Chris nodded and shook his head "Chris, Captain America", he winked. You blushed a bit before letting his hand go. Scott and Carly are looking at each other, giving that knowing smile.

"I can't believe we haven't met before" "Well, now we have", you smiled. Scott moved, and Chris took the seat next to you, and you both began talking.

It was after that moment that you realised Chris was going to mean something different in your life, a spark that you hadn't had in years or since your boyfriend had left you.

"Wow, he is such an asshole", Chris spoke. You shrugged. "He definitely is, but without him, I wouldn't have my baby" you smiled over to your daughter. "She looks just like you, you know", he smiled, taking another sip of his beer; you couldn't help but chuckled. "I know, everyone says that".

Chris was admiring you from where he was sitting, "If you don't mind me being a bit straightforward, I'd love to take you out sometime?" he asked politely; your heart skipped a beat as you nodded "uh… yeah sure", you scratched the back of your head "B-but just to warn you I haven't dated in a while" you nervously laughed. He set a soft hand on your thigh "don't worry, neither have I, we are in this together" you smiled. Around the corner, Scott and Carly did a little victory dance while Stella and Tilda joined on.

After your first date, you knew that he was your forever person. He took you on more dates when he was back home. You two became so close; Chris would come over just to take your daughter out on mini-dates too. It was all set in reality for you when your daughter had gone behind your back to ask Chris to the dad and daughter's dance at school, which Chris had so excitedly accepted. You allowed him in, and for that, he became your best person. Gave both you and your daughter a life you couldn't have imagined, to be a family. He loved your daughter so much, and she had grown to love him equally. A few years pass and Chris had asked you to marry him. You said yes and got married a few months later; Tilda had decided to ask Chris to adopt her, the three of your shed a few tears, it was one of the best memories to date.

With a few signatures and a judge, Chris was finally able to call Tilda his daughter; of course, he didn't need papers to prove that she already was, but this was the reassurance he needed, the family he wanted with the one he loved most. You. She became Tilda Evans, and now you had another bundle of joy on the way. Life moved so quickly for you, but you couldn't help falling in love with it; the three of you were so happy, and no matter what came your way, Chris always proved that he wasn't going to leave; he was here to stay.

"Tilly, are you coming or not?" Chris yelled from the bottom of the stairs; it had been quite a few years since you met Chris, dated him and now are married to him with a kiddo on the way. He had become the man you both wanted and needed for Tilda and you. "Yeah, Dada, I'm coming" "Alright then, well, we're leaving the house in five minutes", he yelled back before walking back into the living room.

There you were, lying on the couch, watching tv and caressing your belly softly. "She's coming down", Chris smiled, leaning down to kiss your lips. You smiled, scooting yourself over a bit so he could sit next to you. He took a seat next to your legs, resting his hand over your bump. "What is she doing?" You look over to Chris, who was already looking at you lovingly, "I think she was packing her bag", he smiled. Taking one of your hands to rest on top of his hand, your wedding rings shining in the sunlight that beamed through the window of your home. It sent you a reminder of the beautiful life you have, and you couldn't be more thankful for it.

Tilda comes running into the living room where the both of you were smiling, "I'm ready" she jumps around in a circle making both you and Chris chuckle. "Alright, kiddo, let's go". Because Chris was away so often filming, he'd take his family away on a road trip when he had the time. Just so he could be away from work and enjoy the time with you and Tilda.

You wanted nothing more; you had everything, and I supposed you had Tilda to thank for that. You were deeply in love with Chris, as was he. He was the person you had been waiting for, waiting to love.

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BABY! | Sebastian Stan x Wife!Reader

| Word Count: 540

| Summary: You’re doing a live stream and your daughter is becoming too much to watch, you get your husband to look after her.

| Warning(s): You have a child, fluff, A few Romanian words.

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"Babe, can you please take Lila for a little bit" You spoke off-screen as you were doing a live stream on Instagram. You and Sebastian's daughter had been sitting on your lap while you were doing your skincare routine. You didn't mind your daughter's company, but you knew she'd start becoming too much to handle, only because it was the morning and she was hungry.

Sebastian walks in from the room, smiling upon seeing his daughter on your lap. The comments began to go faster as if they weren't going faster already. "Hey, baby girl", he smiled, picking up his small daughter, whose blue eyes smiled brightly into his. Your daughter mumbles form as she tries to talk to her dad about the face wash she was holding in her hand. Sebastian gasps with a surprised face making conversation with her "oh, really? that is so cool" your daughter nodded, "alright well, how about we give this back to Momma? hm? she might need it soon?"

He kissed your head, passing the face wash back to you only to notice that you were live-streaming. "Oh!", he waves to the camera "hello everyone", you chuckle. "Thanks love" you smile up at Sebastian; he pulls a seat next to you and watches with your daughter.

He sits Lila on his lap as he cuddles her. While she giggles and fiddles with her dad's hands as they lovingly watch you. "Don't mind us; we're just watching you, beautiful". A blush sets upon your face at Sebastian's comment before you made a visible eye roll at him.

These days, Lila's head resting on Sebastian's chest, she played with her dad's bracelet speaking gibberish. These days Lila would talk about her toys and her frequent visits to grandma's home. She was good with words, and sometimes both you and Sebastian could understand what she was talking about. They both sat there watching you; although Lila was a bit preoccupied with her dad's watch, Sebastian never took his eyes off of you. He loved you both so much, but no doubt, Lila was most definitely daddy's girl.

Lila started talking about her day, and the both of you, including the live stream, eagerly listened. "That's great baby, sounds like you had a good day, huh?" you spoke, smiling as you caressed her frizzy hair out of her face. She looked up to you with a smile, her eyes twinkling with happiness "mum! Mum! Mum… pretty!" she smiled. "She is, isn't she, so beautiful like you prințesă", your husband replied, to which Lila nodded eagerly. You blushed, leaning out of the screen to kiss Sebastian's lips "thank you, love", you leaned down to Lila, "and thank you too, my beautiful girl" you kissed her cheek, causing Lila to giggle "stoooop mummy" she pulls away. You gasp at her reaction, putting a fake hurt face on "you love my kisses", you smirked a bit while Sebastian chuckled under his breath.

Not long after, you had ended your live stream, and both you and Sebastian put Lila to sleep. It was small moments like those that you would savour in memory, your daughter had a mind of her own now, and you wanted to make sure that those moments would last.

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🌿 | So, Will You Go Out With Me?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky asks you for dating advice just so he could ask your oblivious ass out on a date.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Fluff, sad reader (for a bit) , Oh! a lil angst tooo.

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"Please y/n, help me. I need advice with asking someone on a date" that full-hearted sentence made your heart drop. Your best friend asking you for dating advice. You look at him in the eye as he pleads to you, Bucky Barnes, your best friend of five years, asking for dating advice.

You sighed, reluctant to agree, "Of course, Buck", you smile, propping yourself up from the burrito blanket he so desperately pulled you out of. "There's this girl" that made your heart sink further into the depths of your chest. "Go on, Buck?" You watch as he intently describes a girl with love heart eyes.

"She is kind, silly, warm; she's everything I love about a person. I love her so much y/n… you don't understand" he rolls next to you, laying beside you. You sat there watching the ceiling, your eyes focused on the intricate detail of the patterns that paved the walls of your bedroom.

You smile, trying to mask the fact that you were about to cry, listening as your best friend spoke about someone he seemed to be so infatuated with. He turns to his side, watching you as you continue to stare up, "so? How would you ask someone out y/n" he gleefully asks.

You pull your attention out of your own thoughts, turning to face him. He stares directly at you, smiling as he skims over your features; you let out a sigh as you tuck your hands under the side of your head resting on them. "Just ask her, buck; you'll know what to do." You look at him lightly, continuing. "And if she says no, then it is well and truly her loss, huh loser?" You chuckle playfully, punching his shoulder to lighten up your dull mood. "No… doll… Actually, I think it would be my loss" he half-heartedly smiled at you.

"Don't be like that, Buck, any girl who can't see what a catch you are is at a total loss. You butt face. Take Nat and Steve, for example" he grinned, knowing exactly what you were talking about. By the second, your heart broke more, oh how you couldn't stand to see him happy with someone other than you. But you couldn't think like that, as long as he was your friend, he'd always been in your life.

"Y/n?" He sighs, playing with the end of the pillow he was hugging ever so tightly. "Buck?" You watched him. "What is your ideal way for someone to ask you out" you were taken aback by this, but of course, you thought nothing of it; he was trying to get ideas on how to ask this mystery women out. "Uh… hm… well." You glare at him, pointing your finger at him sternly, warning him, "If I tell you, you better not use this to ask your girl out".

You gave him your look, which made him lightly laugh. "I make no promises," he spoke, which earned him a hard slap to his vibranium arm, instantly making you retract your hand and shake it in intermit pain. "ouch fuck... I need to stop doing that" Bucky laughed at your wit. He loved that about you; Bucky just wondered why you could never see that.

You'd do just about anything clumsy when everyone was looking; he looked at your hand, rubbed the back of it softly. His touch made it feel just a bit better; you smiled, looking back at him "clumsy doll…" he said, which only made your heart flutter more and your eyes roll. "So are you going to tell me?" you mentally face-palmed yourself "right, of course," you lightly smiled, thinking about how you'd want to be asked out on a date.

You made your face, looking up, squinting your eyes as you tried to think it out thoughtfully; that's the girl he'd fallen in love with years ago when you both first met. He couldn't help but smooth his eyes over your beautiful features as you conjured a thoughtful way to tell him how you'd want to be asked out on a date.

"Well…" you finally let out, looking back to him. You watched as he smiled, which only made you smile "this generation really sucks…. Sometimes I think to myself that there isn't a gentleman left in this world. So, If I ever wanted to be asked out, I'd hope that he'd bring me some of my favourite flowers. Bucky smiled, making a mental note, your favourite flowers were tulips and irises; of course, he knew this.

He was absolutely in love with you. "he'd hug me, handing over the flowers for me to smell. No doubt that I'd probably be clumsy because you know me," you nudge Bucky's shoulder cracking the joke all the while nervously laughing.

"I do… I do know you," Bucky knowingly said; you furrowed your brows hearing his comment. Your head spinning, Buck, if only you knew how much I loved you...

"A simple date would be an amazing one, no fancy dinners, restaurants, no expensive gifts. Just him, me and my new flowers," you giggled. "Go on", he smiled as you spoke so highly of your ideal date; he knew there was more to it. "We'd stay in, watch a film or two. Eat all the snacks we could imagine. Enjoy each others company. Until the early hours of the morning where we lightly play 40's music and dance together," he couldn't help but smile.

Bucky knew that he was the one to have gotten you into 40s music. His favourite music, for that matter. From the moment he introduced you to the 40's era, he knew that it was always you, you who he loved. But he also knew that his best friend was too oblivious to see that he loved you so much. Everyone, including him, knew you loved him just the same; you just didn't think you were that obvious when it came to Bucky.

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"Bucky, I swear to god. She is the most oblivious person, I am telling you. Just ask her for dating advice; I guarantee you that she won't know you were asking about her". Bucky talked to Nat, Wanda, Steve and Vision about asking you out on a date. He laughed, knowing it was true. He loved your bubbly personality. You told Nat everything, so in hindsight she was the greatest best friend you could ever have; she told Bucky that you felt the same and to that he was ecstatic.

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"Uh… yeah. That's it. Maybe something along the lines of would you go on a date with me?" You smiled, finishing your little ramble. He just smiled. "Thanks, doll. That is an amazing idea. I know exactly what to do" you just looked at him. "Bucky…. Don't you dare use my I-" he cut you off, quickly jumping off your bed. "THANKS, DOLL ILL SEE YOU LATER" you couldn't help but smile at how excited he was; although it physically pained you, his smile always brightened your day.

"CLOSE MY DOOR, BUCK" you yelled back, and he did. The silence is louder than ever before. All you could do now was smash your face into your pillow and shove the blanket over your head. Curl yourself back into a warm blanket burrito to only cry into your soft pillow. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep after you had turned on your 40's playlist Bucky made for you; all you wanted to do was mope around and fake any emotion over the next few weeks.

It was now a few hours later, just hitting 9 o'clock. Snuggled warmly in your blanket, yawning, you got up, eyes still closed, walking into your bathroom. Grabbing a hair tie, you bunched your thick hair into a bun on the top of your head. You walked back out, taking one last yawn before walking sleepily back to your bed, contemplating if you just wanted to go back to sleep. Without noticing Bucky, you hopped back onto your mattress, snuggling back under the sheets. "Hi, doll", you quickly opened your eyes, screaming slightly in shock. "AHHHHH BUCKY" you yelled, falling off your bed, taking the blanket with you. You could hear him laugh.

You groaned as he peeked over the edge of your bed to find you just lying there not wanting to move "Buck…. What are you doing." You sighed, not noticing your favourite flowers he had in his hand. You closed your eyes "shouldn't you be asking someone on a date?" You sleepily asked him, this gains a chuckle from him, "I am doll" your confused face plays as you open your eyes as he lies on his stomach on your bed watching you softly.

"Huh?" You look at him and notice as he brings your favourite flowers into view. "Would you like to go on a date with me y/n?" He beamed. You instantly shot up from the floor, looking at him suspiciously. "Buck? This isn't funny." your first thought, thinking he was joking with you. "I'm serious y/n."

He sat on the edge of your bed. Closer to where you stood, he took the flowers from your hands, leaving them on the bed. You were observing his every move, but when he pulled you close to him, you realised he wasn't joking, not one bit.

He held your waist firmly, looking up to your eyes "so? Will you go on a date with me, doll?" He smiled at you; you fell into his arms, letting your face softly crash with his chest. He hugged you softly, hearing your slight sniffles. Your watery eyes staring back at him "of course I would, Buck. But how-" he laughed lightly, cupping your face. "Because I've loved you since the day I first met you" those words melted your heart. "You're it for me, doll... Always have been. I can't believe you couldn't see that I loved you" he kissed your forehead.

You smiled brightly, cupping his face leaning in to give him the most loving kiss. "Nat told you, didn't she?" He nodded, pulling you closer into the kiss. "I didn't need her to tell me what I already knew y/n". You smiled, embarrassed that all this time he knew. "My gosh… I was going to mope around because I-… I thought you were asking someone else".

He chuckled, pushing the hair from your face behind your ears. "You were always going to be the one I asked. I'm sorry it just took me til' now to ask" you quickly shook your head. "I'm sorry too… I should've just said something," you physically face-palm.

He smiled as he pulled you onto the bed before bringing take-out and snacks onto the bed. "So doll…. I recall you saying something about snacks and movies?" You nodded "of course", you looked at Bucky, who was setting up the Pizza and two bag loads of snacks. You took the blanket, wrapping it around the pair of you, wrapping one hand into his. Bucky calms under your touch, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this" you smiled at him, he leans in to kiss your soft lips. "I've been waiting for an eternity for you butt face" you chuckled and snuggled close to him as you play dirty dancing.

Both of you sat enjoy each others company eating food, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the moment both of you had been waiting a long time for. Watching film after film until the early hours of the morning, until Bucky had turned the music on from the T.V playing some 40's slow dance music.

"May I have this dance?" Bucky extended his hand out to you.

"Depends on how good you can dance", you smirked.

"I'll save the good moves for our wedding day; right now, all I can give you is the reassurance I won't step on your toes like last time."

"You're thinking so far ahead, Buck", you chuckled, slipping your hand into his as he pulled you closer to him.

You rested your head on Bucky's chest as the pair of you slowly danced around the room, with the moonlight shining through the curtains. "But one day I will, that's a promise."

"Well, I look forward to the day that promise is met" your arms now hugged around his torso, swaying left and right together.

"I do too," he smiled, resting his chin softly on your head.

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Cevansxreader, the two of you decide to announce your pregnancy just by showing your bump at the oscars

Hello my dear anon! Thank you for the request, you asked and now you shall receive. I hope I did your lovely request some justice. I thought I'd add a bit more to the reader and her showing her bump hehe. 🥰🥰

Title: The Unrehearsed, Rehearsed Speech.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!reader

Summary: Your husband, Chris has been nominated for best actor in a leading role when it’s time to say his speech it doesn’t go exactly how you both rehearsed.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning(s): Fluff, pregnancy, whole bunch of cuteness, fake character name and film. (I edit as I go- but I have already edited it, just a warning if something doesn't make sense lol)

A/N: While writing this I made up a fake character name and film to go along with the plot and now it is making me want to turn it into an actual fic. I hope you enjoy!

Reminder: Please do not copy, translate or repost my work. I solely write for this account and for the people who send these requests in. 🥰

"Chris, Y/n… over here… look over here", the paparazzi shouting left, right and centre as they flashed their cameras and bright lights into your faces. This was the everyday life for you now; since marrying Chris, you had to indulge with him in his fancy career. Tonight was just another one of those nights, attending another award show with him like it was an everyday thing, which to you, it was.

Chris rested his hand on the surface of your back, walking you both through the red carpet, posing for all the photographers. You sported a beautiful black dress with just the right amount of ruffles to cover something that the world did not know about yet. Both you and Chris had made it a game with each other of how long the pair of you could go hiding your pregnancy from the public, and so far, you were six months strong in the game. When both you and Chris found out you were pregnant, you both were so over the moon, the pair of you had wanted children since the day you met each other.

As you two walked across the carpet, Chris smiled down at you as the camera's clicked the moment into photos. He was so in love, and everyone watching could see that. "Y/n… Chris, please look this way" you had one of your arms wrapped arm his torso like he did yours. You held onto his softly to have a bit of support as walking in the heels was not your thing anymore, and you were already dying to take off your feet.

"Are you okay, my love?" Chris asked sweetly; you smiled, nodding. "I'm alright, don't worry about me" Chris nodded, giving you a small peck to your lips before posing again to take a few more photos with you.

It was so hard for Chris to not instinctively rest a hand on your belly, something he had been doing for months now. Every time his hand would raise to set his hand on your stomach, he would curse himself before resting it back by his side. Your husband was that way when it came to secrets, always finding a way to let the cat out of the bag when it wasn't on purpose. Chris' brother Scott was here with you both too; you had begged him to come because you wanted to have a little fun tonight while Chris was presenting and hopefully winning the biggest award yet.

The pair of you followed Chris' publicist as she leads you through the doors and to your table. A big smile set across your face as you saw Scott sitting down, he inevitably was your best friend, and sometimes Chris swore you were married to Scott instead of him. "Scott!" You beamed. Chris still had his hand protecting the surface of your back as he guided you through the hundreds of people. "Hey! Y/n, Chris!" He smiled, getting up from his seat. He took his brother into a warm hug before turning to you "you look stunning as always" he took your hand, giving you a bit of a swirl. Chris intentionally coughed, grabbing both you and Scott's attention "oh sorry… and you too, Chris", Scott joked.

You chuckled a bit before taking your seat next to Scott as Chris took the seat on the other side of you. Chris began to fiddle with his thumbs, something he usually does when he's nervous; turning to look at him, you smiled, opening your hand. Chris took your hand into his, holding it firmly, "Don't worry… It'll be over before you know it, love." you whispered into his ear. He huffed a small laugh kissing your lips "then I can spend my night talking to you and little bubba", you gave him a soft nod, "indeed you can".

You turned back to Scott, who leaned in close to whisper, "that dress is doing a good job of hiding your secret" he smirked. You rolled your eyes, "It is the only thing doing a good job to hide it. You know how many times tonight I've seen Chris trying to touch my bump," you chuckled. "No surprises there." "yeah... I know" you both sighed in agreement.

"Welcome to the 95th Annual Oscars award show", and here we go; a possible four-hour award ceremony, multiple intermissions and a lot of toilet breaks were in your future, but you hoped that Chris winning an award was also one of them.

The three of you sat there around your table who also homed Scarlett and her husband Colin and Robert Downey Jr and his wife, Susan. All your close friends and family knew about your bundle of joy, so they had no issue playing the game. Everyone in your life were equally supportive. Chris sat watching as the nominees and awards were being presented; one of his arms rested on the back of your chair. The pair of you faced forwards, watching the award show take off.

"Now for the nominees of best actor in a leading role" Scarlett had gotten up a few minutes before as she would be the one presenting this award. She smiled, looking up as she read from the nominee list. You had looked at your husband in that brief moment when his name appeared on the big screen; you were so proud of him. Chris had that twinkle in his eye, and all you could do was look at him and smile.

He had looked at you as well, the smile on his face and the faint whisper as he mouthed, 'I love you.' Your thumb caressed the top of his hand as Scarlett began to open the envelope. "And the Oscar for best actor in a leading role goes too…" you took a deep breath in; you had grabbed Scott's hand too for support.

"Chris Evans for his leading role in the film Murphy", your eyes widened looking at your husband, who is in complete shock. Everyone stood, giving him a round of applause. You stood up too, clapping in his direction. He took you into his arms with a big hug and kiss, which you so proudly returned; he hugged Scott too, before making his way up onto the stage.

The tears of happiness fell from your face watching as he received the award from Scarlett. He stood in front of the microphone, looking out into the audience, both handing holding the award as Chris so happily laughed.

"Oh god… I- uh… I really don't know what to say. First of all, I'd like to take the time to dedicate this award to all the leading nominees tonight. Every single one of you plays huge roles in this, and I congratulate you on it. Thank you so much for this award. I cannot thank everyone enough for their support and love given towards this film and my character." He calmly breathed before continuing his speech. The speech that you had helped him work on when he found out he was a nominee. It was a simple guide, but he was doing good so far.

"I want to thank the producers and directors of this film, it has been such an honour to work with you all… to the crew who spent their days and hours working on getting this film where it is today, to my fans, thank you so much for supporting me; I am so humbled to be supported by you all.".

The smile that paved your face, hearing how giddy but nervous your husband was. His face said it all. "And lastly, I'd like to thank my beautiful pregnant wife, y/n Evans", your gasped hearing Chris and you watched as he makes a mischievous grin. You shook your head softly, pinching the bridge of your nose. This was it; you knew eventually it would end; you just didn’t think today of all days would be the day everyone would know you were pregnant. You smiled as everyone began to clap. Scott tapped your shoulder, gesturing you to stand; you sighed, taking a stand from your seat, caressing the bump so that it had accentuated your big belly. Chris chuckled. This was most definitely not in the speech you had prepared with him. The claps got louder, and a few whistles heard in the distance, which made you audibly giggle.

You took a seat back down as your husband continued, "I know I wasn't supposed to share that with you all, but I couldn't wait" he smiled at you, "thank you so much for being my support every single day, baby, you have been an absolute saint, and I cannot express how grateful I am to have you in my life." You sent him a kiss with your hand. "Thank you for making me your husband and a dad." He spoke in pure love, "I don't think I would be where I am today without you, so thank you" he smiled, raising his award in the air "thank you all", he side grinned before gaining another big round of applause. He walked backstage with Scarlett to the winners quarters while the publicist had gotten you, Scott and Colin to follow as she took you backstage. As you walked past, a few people congratulated you, thanking them for their kindness.

Scott smiled playfully, punching your arm "you owe me $20", he spoke, causing you to sigh. "Scott Evans, you better not have coerced my husband into adding that to his speech" you sent him a deep glare. "What? Me? Noooo", he shook his head. "Never", he laughed. You smiled seeing Chris. You carefully ran towards him, embracing your tall, handsome husband in a hug. "Congratulations, love." You smiled, cupping his cheeks softly, placing kisses on his lips. "I am so so proud of you" Chris' face lit up, and he smiled. He held your sides softly, "I love you so much", he spoke, kissing back into you.

You chuckled as he bent down to kiss the top of your bump through the ruffles. "And I love you" "We both love you so much, Chris", you replied, smiling before slapping him on the arm. "But not as much as I dislike you for the unrehearsed lines of your speech" he stood straight, cupping your cheeks ", you knew I would lose anyways, my love… I broke the records for best announcement ever" you laughed softly.

"I wouldn't say that, but" you shrugged your shoulders ", I'd like to see the plans you have for announcing our next child", you half laughed.

Chris gave you a devilish smirk. "Oh, don't worry, baby, you can leave that to me".

After Scott had congratulated Chris, the three of you celebrated a little in the winners quarters, with others congratulating you. You both left to go home and spent the night in bed. You snuggled in the blanket with Chris' chin on your bare belly. He was talking to his daughter all about how he was ready for her to come.

"I cannot wait to meet you, little one. Dada loves you so much already-" his voice is cut off when you begin to chuckle, "hey baby" you look down at him, showing him the screen of your phone. Every news article commenting and congratulating you both on your baby. Videos of Chris' speech, tweets, Instagram posts.

You smiled as Chris planted a few kisses over your belly.

"See Bub, the best announcement ever. Everyone loves you already".

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🌿 | Routine

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!reader

Summary: You were on live with your daughter is keeping you company while you wait for Chris to take her from you.

Word Count: 1k

Warning(s): fluff, you have a child 🥳, poorly written in my opinion, maybe?! (sorry in advance).

A/N: I wrote another one, similar scenario for Sebastian, so keep a look out for that one if I haven't posted it already hehe. (GIF is not mine), Hope you guys enjoy :)

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"Awe, thank you guys so so much; I really appreciate all the love and support". Your cheeks blush a rosy red colour as you watch all the positive comments rolling through on your Instagram live.

It wasn't uncommon to be live-streaming on a Monday morning in the Evan's household. I mean… It's kinda a part of your job of being a small influencer. Today's live stream consisted of your face wash routine; you rarely wore makeup only when you needed to go to certain events with your husband. Other than that, you were all-natural. Hence the quick routine you were already halfway through.

You had your phone set up in front of the bathroom counter, chair in the middle so you could sit and do your routine from there. Now, to your surprise, not many people knew that you were Chris Evan's wife. It was a given, but occasionally you'll have the often person to who you're married to. You wouldn't hide it nor lie to them. Still, they'd get so excited when they'd hear that you were indeed the 'y/n Evans.'

You were just a regular person who loved to do all these out-going and quirky things, which captured Chris so enamoured with you seven years ago.

Finishing up on washing your face, you heard the baby monitor go off quietly on the side of you. It was your daughter who had woken up from her nap. Your daughter isn't much of a crier, but you still like to be extra careful with her on the off chance that she does. You chuckle off to the side when you watch your daughter getting off her small bed, collecting her blanket and soft teddy. You knew she was heading straight for you.

You're smiled before looking back to the live stream. "I think my little one will be joining us in a bit; maybe she'll want to say hello" you chuckle. The comments seemed to go faster than they did before.

You hadn't posted much of Chris and your daughter on social media; that was something both you and Chris wanted to keep a bit more private after she was born. Of course, obviously letting the occasional photo post of you guys heading on a trip or watching Chris on set but other than that, it was all away from the media.

"Mummy?" Your daughter smiled; you turned your chair, smiling back at her, "good morning, love" you held your arms out, to which she instantly walked into. You chuckled, brushing her messy hair from her face before picking her up onto your lap. "Morningggg", she giggles, hugging onto your waist tucking her face into your chest. "Did you wanna say hi to mums friends, love?" You looked down and whispered before placing a kiss on the top of her head. Your daughter looks up smiling, giving an innocent little wave to the camera before returning to rest her head on your chest.

"Alrighty, her dad should be here soon so we can finish this up. But until then, little Evans will be joining us" you smiled brightly. You began talking to the camera again now that you were done with your face routine.

Your daughter still on your lap, just sitting, playing with her small teddy. "Hon?" You hear Chris from the bedroom; he walked in, "Hey, love, we're in here", you softly yell out to him. Chris comes around the corner leaning on the door frame, watching you, his smile brightly paved on his face. He loved seeing you two, something he was so thankful for.

You look over to him, returning a slight grin before looking down at your daughter, "Wanna go have breakfast with Dada?" You asked her; your daughters head immediately shoots up, turning back to see her dad. "Dada!" she let out, squealing in excitement; you turn the chair to face Chris. He walks towards her as she makes grabby hands at him.

"Helloooo" He lifts your daughter off your lap, lightly throwing her in the air before catching her. She smiles at him kissing her dad's nose. It was safe to say that was their thing, and you loved it. The entire live stream witnessing the cuteness overload. He smiled, leaning down to you kissing your soft lips, which you softly returned.

"Alrighty, well, I have to go feed this little one, have a great day, guys", he waves goodbye to the camera.

"Say goodbye, bubs", Chris spoke to your daughter; she giggles, letting her little hands wave the camera goodbye. You chuckle at the moment, watching as the two walk away. Chris cradled her in his arms. The pair of them had now walked out downstairs to have their dad and daughter breakfast.

"Well, guys, that concludes my little routine for today; please leave me some requests of what you'd like to see next week Monday." You smiled, picking up your phone. "Have a wonderful day". You concluded your live stream. Memories like this that you'll never forget, another one that had made you realise how much love and cherish you had for your small family.

You'd gotten ready, making your way down the stairs to eat breakfast with your daughter and Chris. Nothing like a good family breakfast to start a Monday off.

"Hey, hon, foods on the table", Chris spoke as he finished washing up to join both you and your daughter at the table. You took a seat smiling as your daughter was smashing her pancakes into her mouth.

"Mhm... looks delicious, is it good bubby?" you turn to your daughter, who was already profusely nodding. "Great", she stuck her two thumbs up before directing her attention back to her plate of food. Chris came beside you, kissing the side of your head. "I was thinking maybe we go for an adventure today?".

You raise an eyebrow after you had taken a bite of your food, "where to?" you smiled. "Take her to the park and maybe then to Aunt Scarjo because she said that she wanted to see ya" both of you, turning to your daughter, "yes! yes! Aunt Jojo!" she did a little dance in her high chair.

Both you and Chris chuckled, "and what about us?" "Scarlett said she'd look after her for the night, so I thought maybe a bit of stargazing?" you grinned; Chris knew you so well.

"Sounds like a plan".

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🌿 | That's My Wife For Ya'

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x wife!reader

Summary: Sebastian is doing an interview for TFATWS when Anthony spots you in the background, Mackie makes snarky comment so you put him in his place.

Word Count: 750 words (Idk why I add this... but it's there if anyone wanted to know)

Warning(s): None just y/n putting Mackie in his place lol. Oh my! I almost forgot, reader is preggo :)) (Sorry not sorry).

A/N: A little fic, honestly I have so many completed fics that I am just trying to get them out lol. So why not a fic where the reader is his wife? a girl can dream 😭 especially me. Please don't repost or copy my work, sorry!

Any feedback, likes and reblogs are apppreeeciateedd 🥰

You're cuddling Alpine, the white furball who both you and Sebastian had named after his very famous character in the marvel universe. You cradled her in your left arm as the other caresses the small bump that had been growing for the last three months. Alpine sleeps softly in your hold as you walk down the hall from your room sporting a floral flow dress.

Humming to yourself, you didn't realise you had walked into the frame of Sebastian's Q&A for his new series 'The Falcon And The Winter Soldier.' Regardless, Seb blocked most of the background with his body. However, it still wasn't enough to stop the crew from seeing what you were doing, inadvertently making lunch for you and him. Sebastian is talking to the interviewer to answer questions when Mackie lets out his usual loud laugh before texting you.

Anthony: "Look forward y/n."

Your phone goes off, you lick the sauce from your thumb, all the while shoving a piece of cold chicken into your mouth before checking to see the notification. Your face froze as you look forward seeing your husband engaging on call. It had ultimately become one of those tik Tok scenarios you'd been watching with Sebastian late at night.

The music playing in your head, "oh no… ohhh no- oh no oh no oh no!". You kinda chuckled before slowly backing out from the frame in a humorous way like one of those clichè films where you'd just seen something you weren't supposed to see. You can't help but laugh as you whip your hand to cover your mouth. The interviewer notices the interaction and laughs as well. Sebastian pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing all the while shaking his head seeing the delayed footage of your little sequence. He turns his head to spot you peaking through the door frame with an absolute smile on your face. This is why he was always doing interviews in his office because you'd attempt to do something silly on screen.

While Sebastian looks at you, giving a small smile before gesturing you to come over, Mackie continues to laugh. It wasn't the first time you had accidentally interrupted one of Sebastian's interviews. The last time you were casting funny faces as Sebastian talked, he gave up and burst out laughing in front of the live audience. You put Alpine softly down to rest on the couch as you took a seat on his lap, his arms wrapped around your lower abdomen after he had put an AirPod in your ear to listen in.

Mackie smiles. "Ah! Y/n, you just bathe in the spotlight," he laughs, causing you to give a funny yet seething glare. The interviewer welcomed you in. "This is unexpected, but we are so glad you could join us. Please welcome y/n Stan," the interviewer introduced, and Mackie did a little audience cheer. "Sorry for the interruption", you giggled. Sebastian smiled as he held his arms around you, softly caressing the lower of your small growing bump. Of course, the camera couldn't see below the waist, but it didn't stop your husband from being a bit protective of you. "I was just asking your husband about his character and his preparation for the series. Do you have any thoughts on it?" You give a smile laughing from your nose, knowing far well that you got pregnant in preparation for the series. "Well, it was intense. I mean, he is seeeexy" You chuckled, which causes Sebastian to shake his head laughing. "I mean, I hope you'll get to see the muscles on my man. I know I enjoy seeing it," you wink joking about.

Mackie chimes in, "Hard and fast, huh y/n?" He cracks up on the other end of the call. You roll your eyes before sending a snarking remark back to him, "well, his preparation lasts longer than you, I'm guessing."

Your comment causing your husband to give a slight gasp in utter surprise before full out laughing as the interviewer joined in. You turn to give your husband a kiss before returning his headphone. You quickly leave back to the kitchen, drawing the doors, so they don't see you in the background. The laughter continues as Seb puts the earbud back into his ear. "That's my wife for you", he laughs as Mackie tried to think of a comeback, very much failing at that.

"She really put you in your place, Mackie", Sebastian laughed.

"Yeah... yeah, I know", he scoffed in defeat.

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Can i request a readerxchris where they've been in a private relationship for a couple years and then they get married and announce it just a load of fluff 🥰

Hey there, lovely anon! thank you for the request. You asked and now you shall receive. I hope you enjoy it, it took me a while to think about how I was going to write this. (Okay you said a couple years but uuuhhh... 🥺😭 ily)

Title: Mr and Mrs Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!reader

Summary: Both you and Chris had been in a private relationship for a few years until recently when you both got married; you decided it was time to tell everyone what you have been hiding.

Word Count: 1.8k (I'm incapable of writing less than 1k...)

Warning(s): Fluff, I Hope this screams fluff, a little bit of implied smut (sorry).

A/N: I'll be on a trip from tomorrow so I'll be a bit late with posting at normal times, thank you all for the support.

Reminder: Please do not copy, translate or repost my work. I solely write for this account and for the people who send these requests in. 🥰

It was another day at the Evans house, you and your husband, Chris, enjoying another day at home together. It had nearly a year since you and Chris had wed, and you loved every moment of being a married woman.

You and Chris met eight years ago on the set of Captain America: The First Avenger. You were there meeting up with your dad. He was co-directing the film with the Russo Brothers when you had accidentally bumped into the 6ft tall man wearing his Captain America suit. Chris was so enamoured by your presence that he asked you out on a date after a few weeks of getting to know him. From then on, you both never left each other's sides.

On the contrary, the public seemed very eager about Chris's relationship. Still, the pair of you wanted to keep it under the covers because you knew how the media can get. Nonetheless, it was the best decision ever, nine years later, you both were still going strong, and now you were both married to each other. Of course, there were occasionally times where you'd find yourself and Chris on a sleazy tabloid or the topic of a talk show, both of you weren't denying you were together. Quite frankly, those who paid enough attention to your relationship would indeed know you both were in a relationship. You both were just really good at keeping the rest of your life private to the world.

Now that Chris was a married man, he wanted to set the record straight or, more so, give himself an excuse to show you off to the world. Your husband called it humble bragging, he wanted the world to know he was your and you were his. Chris talked about publicly announcing your relationship, and you both agreed that it was time. Chris was doing an interview on Jimmy Fallon tonight in a one year follow up since the release of avengers endgame. Because of the whole pandemic, he couldn't go on set, so he would do it in the comfort of your home. Jimmy also extended the invitation to you as the interview would also serve as an excellent opportunity for you both to nonchalantly announce that you married. I mean, better late than never.

"Baby, have you seen my-" your husband yelled from the top of the stairs. "Seen what, my love?" You yelled back, taking a sip of your tea, awaiting his reply. "Never mind, I've found it, hon," he yelled back. You chuckled, looking down to give your pup Dodger a few heads scratches. "Alright then", you yelled again. You sat at the kitchen bench eating your breakfast, waiting for Chris. He came down the stairs moments later in a simple shirt, jeans and sneakers. A smile on your face as he came in from the hall "hey baby, find everything you need?" "Yep," he spoke, popping the 'p' out. He kissed the side of your head, taking the seat next to you before digging into his own breakfast. You sat wearing Chris' Boston cap, jeans, sneakers and a shirt similar to what he was wearing.

Your hand caressing the back of his head, watching as he ate his food. "Good?" You smiled, "always good, baby" he covered his mouth, speaking. You chuckled a soft laugh before watching him stuff one of his buttered toast into his mouth. You took his cap off the counter, sticking it on his head. He smiled lightly "now I would say you were copying my style, Mr Evans?" You raised an eyebrow at him, "I think you were copying me, Mrs Evans… after all, that is my hat" he looked up at the cap, following his eyes down to your lips. "I don't think so", you winked, standing from your seat.

He leaned back a bit from his chair smirking, Chris slapped your ass "sexy", you turned around to look at him rolling your eyes, "I know I am, but what are you?" You stuck your tongue out. Placing your plates into the sink, you walked into the living room, chuckling as Dodger came running up onto the couch to sit on your lap. You smiled, seeing your pup roll all over you "hey buddy, how are you" a little bark in response made you chuckle, "that's good, pups", you smiled, rubbing Dodgers belly. You played with Dodger a bit more before Chris came into the living room.

You turned to look at him as he wrapped his arm around you before taking a seat next to you. "Everyone is going to know you're my husband in just a few hours", you mumbled to him, "better late than never", he smiled underneath his cap. "Mhm," you replied back.

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The interview started; Chris sat in his office with the camera on him. A zoom call joined by a few other cast members like Scarlett, Sebastian, Paul and Anthony. You would be coming in later on as the interview progressed, but for now, you just sat behind the screen on your phone watching all the comments on Jimmy's live stream. There would be a live audience which was always nerve-wracking but better than having to physically be there. Jimmy introduced the cast to the audience as he always does, giving an insight into what the interview is about before getting straight into the chatter.

Halfway through the interview, you sat on the comfy leather chair behind the monitor, thoroughly enjoying the chatter going on with the cast, indeed a comedic bunch of people.

"So Chris", Jimmy spoke, you could see your husband smile at the screen, "Yes, Jimmy", he smiled. "A little bird is going around saying that you are not, in fact, single anymore?", he commented, the whole interview cracked up. Chris let out his infamous laugh, nodding, "Yes, Jimmy, that is true" he looked off the screen and over to you. "Baby?" He softly spoke, and that was your queue.

You stood from your seat, walking over, you took the seat next to Chris smiling as you saw the cast and Jimmy "Hey guys, you waved", the entire cast greeted you, including a loud cheer from the audience. "Welcome y/n, how are you?" Jimmy smiled, "I'm great, Jimmy, thank you for having me", you spoke, holding your husband's hand under the table. "So, how long has this been going on," Jimmy asked. You and Chris turned to each other, laughing. Both of you were highly private with your relationship. If you were honest, this was the first time you had actually acknowledged you were together.

"Coming up on nine years, Jimmy. We actually met on the set of the first Captain America film", you beamed. The audience cheered, a few gasps here and there. Of course, the cast, however, were not surprised as they were actually your friends. But they couldn't help but joke; Sebastian gasped "nine years… and you didn't tell us" a hand rested on his heart, Anthony chimed in, "I think my soul is crushed" you rolled your eyes laughing with Chris, who was doing the same.

"In fact, it is coming up on a year since we got married' Chris excitedly added. Jimmy's mouth gapped open, "No way! Are you serious? Congratulations," he spoke, sending a clap towards the pair of you, which the audience and cast followed. You chuckled, holding your hand up to show your wedding rings "thank you", you smiled. Chris followed, holding his hand up too, revealing the gold wedding band on his finger. "I am no longer a single man. I am indeed a married man now," he winked. Chris turned to look at you, leaning close. You pecked his lips softly "best decision ever made", you also added.

"Well, congratulations, guys, I think that has to be one of the best kept unkept secrets to date", Jimmy responded. You were beaming with a smile, "So Chris, a question for you. In an interview a while ago now, you were asked if you wanted to be a daddy." A giggle left your lips, "... and you responded back with Chris does want to be a daddy", You could see Chris' cheeks blush, "I did indeed say that, and yes, Chris does still want to be a daddy" he laughed. Your hand rested on his thigh, hearing the interaction play out, "So does y/n want to be a Mommy or is she a Mommy?" Jimmy quickly asked; your eyes widened at the comment letting a small laugh out. "Yes, I do, very much. But I am not a Mommy yet," you chuckled.

You could see Scarlett laughing lightly in the background, "Sure you aren't hiding any kids?" You smiled, raising a finger as a moment of 'actually'. You leaned off to the side, patting your knee when your pup Dodger came pattering in. You lifted him up and into the view of our screen. "This is our only child at the moment", both you and Chris laughed. You cuddled Dodger watching. After that moment, you felt a sense of relief, it was out in the open now, and you could finally live freely with little care in the world. You sat next to Chris for the rest of the interview, watching and listening to the film's conversations.

"Alright, guys, thank you so much for coming. Everybody a round of applause for Sebastian Stan, Scarlett Johansson, Anthony Mackie, Paul Rudd, Chris and Y/n Evans" Jimmy smiled, clapping with the rest of the audience. The live stream ended for the audience, and everybody began saying their goodbyes to Jimmy. "Thank you for coming on the show Y/n!" "Thanks for having me", you gave a small smile, "Have a lovely night, Mr and Mrs Evans", Jimmy cheekily added.

Chris turned the laptop off, closing the lip. Dodger had left the pair of you. Chris smiled, standing before leaning down as you still sat in the chair. He peppered your lips with kisses. Chris snaked his arms around you, lifting you onto him. You wrapped your legs around him like a koala for more hold against his body. You smiled, watching as your husband explored your facial features. He pushed the loose strands of hair out of your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you up by your ass. He took you two back downstairs.

"Feel better now, baby?" Chris asked to which you replied with a nod, "I feel great that everyone now knows you're married" you chuckled. "Do you feel good?" You returned the question, and he nodded happily, "Extremely".

You raised both your eyebrows mockingly at your husband as he laid you on the couch. He was on top of you. "So I heard that Chris wants to be a Daddy, huh?" You smirked. Chris laughs through his nose, looking down at you. "I heard you wanted to be a Mommy" his face fell into a mischievous look. "I can make that happen" a few seconds went by, and you and Chris were taking each other's clothes off like your life depended on it.

"Alright, beefy man, show me what ya got".

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🌿 | The Floor Is Lava.

Tik Tok prompt

Summary: Peter comes in during dinner with a new challenge he saw on Tik tok.

Warning(s): swearing (only a few lol), self sacrifice, implied something ;) that is up to you.

A/N: I saw this somewhere on tik tok, so I thought why not switch it up Avengers style (I'm sorry if this was already done in an avengers scenario!), as always GIF isn't mine. Enjoy this little drabble!

This is me getting rid of old drafts as I have more coming through over the next few weeks. (draft from 15/06/21)

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Peter walks in from the halls, everyone was sitting at the table enjoying dinner, being the unbothered set of people a group could get. Peter stands there, everyone averts their gaze in his direction.

"The floor is lava if you’re on the floor within the next ten seconds you are dead… GO!" he shouts, pressing the record button on his phone.

Everyone rushes onto their feet to get onto something. Being the avengers, they take this stuff way too seriously for the adults that they are, and honestly, Peter finds this shit entertaining.

One...

Tony uses his suit to humbly gravitate off of the floor.

Two...

Nat Pushes Clint off the bench and climbs on top, Clint's face in horror "Stay there!".

Three...

Wanda and Vision are floating beside each other, Wanda sitting in Visions hold as she eats her food.

Peter is cracking up, watching as the entire dinner table falls empty and chaos erupting around him.

Four...

Steve is standing on his shield, slowly rotating around.

Five...

Sam is standing on the coffee table, go figure.

Six...

Thor stood on his hammer as Loki sat on the top of Thor's shoulders, If Loki was going to go down, Thor was going with him.

Meanwhile Bucky is laying on the floor, “TAKE ME, I CAN TAKE IT... I'll save you all”

Y/n chuckles hearing Bucky sacrifice himself, she was sitting on top of the door, a little parkour never hurt her. But she hopped off from the door, only a few seconds remaining she goes to lay on top of Bucky.

Bucky watches y/n before chuckling at her own self-sacrifice, she rested her head on his chest. “I’ll come where ever you’re going” y/n whispers to him as she looks up to him with her chin laying on his chest.

He smiled reaching his head down to kiss y/n's soft lips before wrapping his arms around her protectively. "I got you" he spoke.

Peter laughs while the others around groan watching y/n and Bucky's interaction. "Alright well... only casualty was Bucky and y/n. Everyone else survived the Lava".

Everyone sighed getting down from their places, making their way back to the table.

“They’re going to be the death of us” Nat sighs sitting back down at the dinner table a long with everyone else.

Bucky sits up picking up y/n bridal style down back to the dining table; both chuckling, "I'd go anywhere with you" y/n swoons.

"I know somewhere we can go after this" he winks taking their spots at the table.

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[teebarnes]

Hey:) can u do a fan fic of Chris X !wife reader and Chris and Y/N go live with their baby girl and they answer A few questions and get a personal ones🤷‍♀️

Heyo @lalablozzom :))

Thank you so much for your request, you asked and you shall receive. my apologies it took so long to get to you. I hope you enjoy it :))

Title: Live-streaming with the Evans'

Pairing: Chris Evans x wife!reader

Summary: Just another day in quarantine, you decided to do a live-stream with your daughter and husband to cure your need for social interaction.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning(s): fluff, mentions of being drunk, you have a chiiild. (not many warnings)

A/N: Requests are currently closed until further notice, apologies to those who have requested. I was on an absolutely needed break, but I am slowly working my way back into posting.

Reminder: Please do not copy, translate or repost my work. I solely write for this account and for the people who send these requests in. 🥰

Holding your daughter on your hip, she fiddled with your necklace. Today was another day of lockdown, and you thought it would be a fun day to go live on Instagram with Chris, and your daughter. A little fun in lockdown with your family never hurt anyone.

You set up your phone in a mount on your bathroom dresser; you sat on one of the chairs you had brought in for both you and Chris to sit on. Chris was in a work meeting for one of his upcoming series being released in a few days, so he had to finish that off before he could join. However, he insisted that you could start without him, and he'd come in when he had finished.

You smiled, sitting your daughter up-right on your lap, holding her careful with both your arms hugging her small frame to make sure she would fall off. It wasn't hard to entertain your daughter. She was just like her dad; she loved exploring new things and she already had her eyes on your bracelets. You turned your live stream on having the three-second timer before you were live for over three million people.

You smiled, waving to all the incoming viewers and comments, "Well, hello there, everyone" you chuckled. "I'm glad you all could make it to our quarantine live-stream." you were patiently watching as all the comments came pouring through your feed, smiling at each of them. A minute had not even gone by, and you had over 100,000 viewers on the live stream. Your small daughter squealed as she played with your hands and rings. Watching her, you cuddled her a bit closer to you.

"Alright guys, well, thank you all for coming. I posted on my story not too long ago for you all to send in some questions for both Chris and me to answer, so I'll go through a few before Chris comes on" you smiled, grabbing Chris' phone which he left with you so you could use yours to live stream and his to go through the questions.

Holding the phone in your hand, your daughter begins to play with the screen, causing you to chuckle "hey... that's daddy's phone, don't break it, or we are going to get in trouble", the reply of incoherent mumbles was enough for you. You turned your gaze back up to the camera, smiling lightly "and we also have baby Evans with us today" your daughter giggled and did a slight wave to the camera.

you scroll to the very top of questions and start from there, "Okay, the first question, how old is Baby Evans?" you chuckle, looking down at your daughter. "How old are you love?" you asked her. Your daughter's big blue eyes looked up at you, bouncing her on your leg, you knew she wasn't going to answer, but her reactions are always the cutest. "She will be turning two in September" you smiled.

Scrolling down the list, you look for another simple one you could answer without Chris "ah, okay! how did Chris and I meet" you smile.

"well, we met through mutuals..." you laughed before continuing your story. "one of my good friends Sebastian Stan, was throwing a little birthday party, and he happened to introduce me to Chris."

You were about to continue when you heard your husband's voice behind you, "That happened almost six years ago", he smiled before coming to take his seat next to you. "Sorry I'm late, everyone", he chuckled, kissing you. "Dadda!" your daughter squealed, making grabby hands at him. Chris smiled, taking your daughter off your lap for him to hold on to his. You let a small laugh out through your nose "good memory, hon", you joked.

One of his hands held your daughter's belly so she could sit up-right and the other hand made its way around your back and to your waist, pulling you a bit closer to him. "Did you want to continue the story of how we met home?" you looked up at him and cheekily smiled. He laughed softly, shaking his head. "Alright, alright".

Your daughter was sitting on her dad's lap playing with his wedding ring, easily entertained that one. "Sebastian had rented out a villa for the weekend, so we all had our rooms. I got a little drunk on the night of his birthday and woke up sleeping on y/n's couch," you chuckled at the memory. "I don't know how I got there, but all I remember is a beautiful lady walking in handing me some pain killers along with an excellent breakfast."

You smiled as you sat there, watching the comments roll through at how sweet the story was and that Chris did score. You spoke up "then he asked me out on Sunday... the rest is history, huh?" you looked at Chris, who nods in agreement.

"Next quessstiiiooonn" Chris excitedly asked, "hmm... okay... oh", you laughed, showing Chris the question. Chris turns his head, squinting at the camera. "Yes, our daughter was very much planned." you nodded to his answer "that is true."

Crossing your leg over the other, you scrolled through, looking for more questions, "are we planning on having more kids, love?" you turned your head slightly to met your husband's eyes. "Oh definitely", he smirked before giving your ass a firm slap which caused your body to Buck up a little. "Babe", you warned him, laughing, "Yes, we do."

"Someone asked if we will ever reveal what our daughter's name is." you shrugged, "Not for a while. We want our daughter to grow up with that freedom. You all know how the media can be." Chris added, "Our daughter's name is baby Evans until further notice" he smiled, rubbing your back softly. "Did you want to look through the questions, love? Choose a few?" you asked Chris, who nodded; he took the phone from your hand gently, scrolling through.

You were watching your daughter while he took his time choosing another question; noticing she was hungry, you opened up a bag of snacks. Handing her one to eat, you adjusted the camera to show the audience what she was eating. "Yummy?" you asked to which she nodded. "Ah-ha, What is your dream job?" Chris looked at you smiling; you rested your cheek on the palm of your hand, looking at him. "I think the one I have now", you smiled, looking back to the camera.

"It's not a dream, but it used to be. If you don't know, I'm a registered psychologist. I specialise in helping children and young adolescents."

The bright smile you had upon your face, "my dream was to help the young ones who are struggling, learn from them and teach them how to overcome what they're going through." you took a deep breath. "Hence, I hope I'm doing just that", you turned to your daughter "not that it's a job but being a Mom has also been a dream for me." you chuckled.

"how about you, my love?"

You looked over to Chris, who had looked as if he had fallen in love all over again. You rested your arm on his shoulder, softly massaging his neck. "Being a dad", he looked at you ", and I have you to thank for that." he leaned in to kiss your lips softly.

The pair of you went through a few more questions on the live stream, also inviting Scott and his boyfriend into the mix. It was getting late, and your daughter had fallen asleep on her dad. You chuckled, watching your daughter sleep. Both you and Chris said your goodbyes and thanked everyone for watching.

"We will see you next time", you whispered before ending the live stream. Chris got up, cradling the pair of your daughter in his arms. You kissed her goodnight before he took her to her room.

A few moments later, Chris came back in, t-shirt off. He got into bed with you, pulling you closer so he could hug you.

"That was fun", he laughed, kissing your lips softly, to which you returned. "Very, very fun", you chuckled, turning the lights off.

"goodnight, handsome", you smiled, kissing Chris' chin.

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[teebarnes]

Idk if your request are open but I try anyways. How about readerxcevans in which the reader is really cold and doesn't trust people so well bc of past relationships went wrong and Chris tries to win her being sweet and romantic?

Hello lovely anon! my requests are 100% open, thank you so much for your suggestion. I hope I did your request justice, I enjoyed writing it. 🥰🥰 (I'm sorry I got carried away with this one).

Title: And Then He Came Along...

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader {Request}

Summary: You haven't had the best record when it comes to relationships, you thought you couldn't be loved. Until one day as you sat on the beach shivering, everything changed when Chris came along.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warning(s): Mentions of past abuse, angst, fluff, sad, I'd say a bit of PTSD.

A/N: Requests are open, I hope you enjoy this one. I won't be posting for a few days as I am going on a little trip. I think I nearly cried writing this one though...

A broken heart and empty promises are all you had gotten out of your past relationships. One by one, you gave your heart, time and soul to love a person so much that in the end, they had given you nothing but broken promises and the vague idea that you could never be loved for who you are.

The last relationship you had was an abusive one; it mentally drained you until you had nothing left. You were so broken and so far from home, you didn't know what to do anymore. It was the same cycle with you, and you didn't know what you did to deserve the men with no chivalry, the men who couldn't love, the men who couldn't love you.

There were so many parts of you that you thought were so unlovable. You told yourself you were meant to be broken and meant to stay that way forever. You wished every day, how long would it be until you found the one, the one who loved you for you, the one who wouldn't hurt you, the one who would be there for you on your most challenging days and the one who would help mend your heart from how damaged it was.

And then he came along…

Here you were a year later, knees tucked tight into your chest as the sand hugged the mould of your body. Your arms wrapped tightly around your legs that you could almost fall if the wind had blown softly against your weight. The dishevelled bun and the fly-aways of your hair getting into your face every now and then. It was a while since you wanted to try dating again; your trust was so broken that you couldn't even trust yourself to choose another person to be in a relationship with.

You were sitting on this very beach, wearing nothing but shorts and a singlet. It was late at night, but you had walked all the way from your apartment to the beach just so you could listen to the waves and watch as the stars paved the skies and the moon brighten the night.

"Hey, are you alright there?" A masculine voice sang softly from behind you; you jumped a bit, activating your fight mode. You turned around to see a handsome, tall man with light brown hair smiling back at you. "Sorry… sorry, I didn't mean to scare you", he smiled again. You sat there looking at him. He could tell you were shivering. You were stupid enough to set yourself on autopilot, leaving the house with nothing warm to wear. "May I sit next to you?" He asked kindly; you looked at him with a soft look before slightly nodding your head.

You turned back to watch the water softly crash into each other, hands gripping a bit tighter on your arms to warm yourself. You felt the tall man sit close to you before he softly wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, again causing you to jump. "W-what are you-" "You're cold" your body softened from the tense state it was in as he continued to wrap the warm fuzzy blanket around your entire body.

"I'm Chris, by the way", he smiled; you had turned to look at him wary of his presence. Your hands gripped the lengths of the blanket "y/n", you whispered softly to him. "Nice to meet you, y/n", he spoke in a gentle voice, "likewise".

"What is a beautiful lady like you doing out here late at night?" He asked curiously. A solemn grin tugged at your lips; Beautiful, you thought. None of your past relationships ever thought you were beautiful to them, so why would it be different from him.

"Please don't call me that", you responded. Chris' head tilted slightly in question "beautiful?" He was taken aback by your reply, "why not?" "Because I'm not", you quickly spoke. "What makes you think that you aren't" he questioned; you went to talk but promptly closed your mouth. This was the first time in months someone had made you doubt how you thought of yourself, and you didn't know how to respond.

Then he began to talk again, "You know, I've seen you coming out to this beach every day for the past few months… sitting in the same spot for hours into the night" he had scooted a bit closer to you, which you very much noticed as you moved slightly away from him. "I like the beach… it- it makes me feel safe", you spoke benevolently.

"Same", he chuckled, "the only reason why I moved here," he said, looking out to the water. You turned slightly to look at the man who sat next to you; you didn't know whether he was genuine or ready to murder you within seconds. "U-uh", you quietly cleared your throat. "Thanks for the blanket", you gestured a small smile. "Don't worry about it." He smiled back at you "you were cold.. and like I said before, I couldn't let a beautiful person like you sit in the cold".

You were taken aback by him; you had only met him a few minutes ago, but he made you feel something you had never felt before. You felt safe for once, trepidation to his presence, but nonetheless, something was telling you that he was genuine.

Of course, from past experiences, you were anxious about how you reacted around him or just about anyone who showed you an ounce of kindness.

"D-do you think I'm beautiful?" You softly questioned him.

Chris peered back over to meet your eyes, giving you a soft nod to his head "very much", he quirked, resting his head on the top of his shoulder as he mimicked the way you were sitting. "Do you not think so?" he asked honestly, which broke you; a tear fell as you blinked "n-no", you muttered out to him.

You sniffed to yourself, using the blanket to wipe the stream of tears coming from your face. Chris could see it, he could see how broken you were, he didn't know why but knew that he wanted to spend his days trying to help you. Slowly and gently, he let his hand rise to wipe the tears from your face, you flinched your face a bit, but as soon as you knew what he was doing, your body let him.

Chris felt something; he knew that this was his now or never chance. Watching you make it to the beach simultaneously every day, sitting in the same spot. He knew that he wanted to try and talk to you. Chris had already seen a side of you that you so desperately tried to hide. Your eyes explored his facial features, as did his. The pair of you sat in silence; it wasn't awkward but serene.

"Would you mind if I took you out on a date?" Chris asked you gently. Your mind sunk back in from the daze that was experiencing. You genuinely didn't know if he was asking you. "with me?" "Of course with you", he smiled. "who else would I ask?" he chuckled. "There is only one y/n on this beach tonight", he looks left and right before leaning close. "one y/n that I know of", he smirked, "… and I'd very much like to take you out on a date."

You chuckled, looking at him, "are you sure? You're probably only saying it because I'm crying", you laughed lightly. He shook his head, resting a hand on your shoulder; you looked down to where his hand was touching you, "I've been mustering up the courage to ask you out for a while now," he nervously but reassuringly told you.

You smiled, the first genuine smile you had in a while. "I'd love that" you bit the bottom of your lip out of nervousness. Taking your hand out from the blanket, you let your hand rest on top of Chris', "Be warned though… I'm quite broken," you joked. Chris looked at you light-eyed and wholeheartedly spoke, "You don't look broken to me, you just look like someone who is waiting for the right person, and if you'd give me a chance, I'll show you". The slight uneven breath you took, it was like he knew everything you were thinking. How could a man be this kind to you?

After that night, Chris kept up to his promise; you were tough, and Chris was willing to work hard to show you he was undoubtedly falling in love with you. There were days where you'd sabotage yourself and your relationship; your tendency to self-sabotage your relationship with Chris never worked, though. He'd always be there to pick you back up and show you that there was no need for worry. You were cautious of him, but you knew that you were falling for him.

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"You look beautiful as always", he smiled, handing you over a bundle of your favourite flowers. Chris leaned in to kiss the side of your cheek, making you blush. He was and still is a chivalrous man, had been since the day you met him.

Today you were going on what would be your tenth date. It had been five months since you met Chris on the beach, and you were genuinely easing into the idea that you had found your person. He knew all about your past relationships now; there was nothing to hide from him, he knew it all, and he built that trust with you. Slowly, day by day, those long late-night conversations on the beach had given you a reason to be happy again. He was slowly mending your heart, showing you what real love looked like.

"You look just as handsome", you shyly spoke; he chuckled, extending his hand out for you to hold. "I thought we could have dinner on the beach tonight?" smiling, you took his hand into yours. Chris had been planning this date for a few weeks now; he knew how important it was for him to gain your trust, to meet each other halfway. And all the while doing that, both of you had fallen madly in love with each other.

Holding Chris' hand, you walked out with him onto his deck, smiling at the glimpse of a candlelit dinner; nobody had ever done something this romantic for you and Chris… well, he had already topped all your past relationships at the romance bit. He opened the sliding doors leading you out to the table before pulling your chair out "for you", he smiled, you laughed lightly, sitting in the seat as he moved to the other side to take a seat.

On the table sat a whole bunch of Chinese food; he learnt that Chinese was your favourite type of cuisine, so he knew that you'd love this. It was simple, and you liked simple; you hated when people spent money on you because you felt you didn't deserve it. But with Chris, he loved to spoil you, surprise you with dinners, small little gifts and flowers when he knew you needed them. The tall, thick wall you built around you was slowly but surely tumbling down at the likes of Chris' love."Let's dig in", he smiled; you were excited and begun to dig into the food.

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Sitting with Chris in the living room, both of you were playing a board game. You found out that Chris was very competitive and didn't like the fact that you were winning. The laughter and chuckles as you bet him at three rounds of monopoly and a round of cards. He was losing his touch, but he didn't care because seeing the joy on your face was something he loved, and if it meant purposely losing the games just to see you smile, he'd do it a thousand times again.

It was when he flung his hands up in defeat that you jumped back; your instinct kicked in, raising your hands to protect yourself. Your eyes were clenched shut as you turned away from him. You prepared to be hit, but once you realised what you did and who you had done it to, you gasped. You feared he was going to hit you.

Chris moved closer to you, taking your hands into his; he lowered them before pulling you into his arms, embracing you in a hug. Your eyes opened, looking up at him as he held you in his arms. You were attempting to apologise to him, but all he did was look down, a small smile on his face, kissing your forehead.

"you don't need to worry love, I'm not going to hurt you, never going to hurt you."

Melting into his arms, Chris held you rocking the pair of your side to side just so he could comfort you. He understood that you were scared, and he was willing to replace all your fear with love and trust so you wouldn't have to worry about ever being mistreated again. That was the first time you let your past creep into your present, assuming it would repeat; Chris broke that cycle.

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"That was some good Chinese food", you smiled, leaning back into your chair. Chris nodded in agreement "definitely was" "We have to eat there again sometimes", you spoke, paying no mind to what you had just said. Chris backtracked on your comment. This was the first time that you had ever suggest future plans to him. He smiled to himself, which you noticed "what?" you said with your eyes fixed on his smile. He shook his head "nothing, was just thinking that you're right. We do have to go back there again".

"We surely do." you smiled, turning your head back to watch the waves. "Hey y/n", he spoke. You looked at him. He was smiling brighter than before, and you didn't know why. "did I do something?" you lightly asked wide-eyed.

"No… no- it's just. I love you."

your brows furrowed; you couldn't believe what he was saying. "I…" your lip quivered. He had stood up, moving towards you, Chris kneeled next to you. Taking your hands into his, he looked up into your teary eyes, caressed his thumb over your cheek. "I'm in love with you y/n, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to be my girlfriend?" he sweetly smiled. You rested a hand on his cheek. "I'd love to be your girlfriend; I love you so much", you whispered. Resting your head on his, you blinked your tears away "thank you for loving me, Chris", you softly spoke.

"Thank you for letting me love you", he smiled. He took you into his arms as you both stood; leaning down, he planted soft kisses on your lips. Your arms cupping both his cheeks, you brought him closer to you. He had lifted you up onto him, and you wrapped your legs around him to stop yourself from falling. He spun the pair of you around, the two of you laughing. "God y/n. I'm going to love you forever," he said wholeheartedly; you could see the twinkle in his eyes, something you had been waiting so long for.

"I believe you".

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Over the next few years, both you and Chris worked together as a real couple. He made you promise to tell him when there was something wrong or when you were struggling. Chris would bring you home flowers when he had been away for a while on filming trips. Chris would read you stories as you snuggled next to him, would read them until you fell asleep in his arms. He would go for walks with you at any time of the day or night and would sit with you in the sand on the days you were struggling.

And when those days came, he was there whispering in your ear how much he loved you, would go above all to make sure you knew that. When you would flinch at small things, he would reassure you that he wouldn't lay a hand on you, and if anyone did, he would protect you. Chris was the sweetest person you had ever met; he worked hard for your trust, and you really trusted him.

There wasn't a single day you and Chris weren't together. He introduced you to his family, which he was so excited about; his family embraced you with open arms and loved you so much. Then, Chris took the chance and asked you to move in with him. Somewhere in the mix, he told you that he was an actor, you were so surprised, but nonetheless, you made an effort to learn more about his life. Then two years later, he asked you to marry him, and of course, you said yes.

If you hadn't gone to the beach that night six years ago, you wouldn't know where you would've been. You had come a long way from where you were, and Chris helped you mend your broken love that he still claimed wasn't broken to start with. He was the one to show you how someone should be loved and how a relationship should work. Like any relationships, there were always ups and downs, but Chris never failed to fight for what he wanted, and he always made sure to tell you that all he wanted was you.

Chris gave you the love you were looking for. That stupid type of love, the making food at ungodly hours of the morning love. The kind of love where he'd sit there with you in his arms all day. The love where you didn't have to question his love because you knew.

Six years later…

You sat on the beach watching the waves crashing, the sun was setting, and the stars were beginning to cloud the night skies. It had been a while since you were back here, you were travelling a lot with Chris, of course, there was never a dull moment, but you loved this place. Deep down, this would always be your safe place. You had your knees tucked into your chest as your chin rested on the top of your knees.

You felt a warm body sit behind you; Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close into his chest. You chuckled as you sat between his legs. He smiled, kissing the back of your head before wrapping the pair of you in the big warm blanket.

"Hey, my love", he spoke.

You rested back into his chest with your head resting on his shoulder. You smiled up at him. "Hello, love. you finished your meeting already?".

"Left early, couldn't leave my beautiful wife out here in the cold, could I?" He said, hugging you in his big warm arms, swaying you both side to side as he rested his head next to yours.

You smiled at the faint memory holding his hands in yours.

"You probably thought I was a weirdo when I asked you out that day" Chris smiled.

"I thought you were going to kill me", you quietly joked "thinking about it now, you could've killed me", Chris replied.

"Lucky I didn't then." you teased.

"Chris?" You looked back at him. He was looking at you in wonder "hmm?"

"I love you so much, and I hope you know that." you smiled, turning to rest your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, the soft, calm patterns.

Chris rested his chin on the top of your head, "I've always known that, my sweet girl. You know that I love you too, right?" his thick Boston accent came through, making you smile.

"of course I know that. You haven't stopped telling me since the day you first said I love you" you grinned.

"Mhm, mhm okay.. just checking", he joked.

You wrapped your arms around Chris' torso, letting your eyes close to the sound of his heartbeat.

"Chris..." you looked up at him, you took his cheeks into the cup of your hands", I never thanked you for everything you did. Loving me the way you do, I am so lucky to have you; you pieced me back together" he smiled pulling you into peppered kisses against your lips. "I told you, you weren't broken. You were just looking for me," he chuckled.

"I will love you forever, Chris. You're mine as I am yours; I'm never letting go."

"You can't get rid of me. I am stuck to you by the hip, my precious girl", he spoke.

"Wasn't planning on it", you whispered. "Oh, I know you weren't… you love me too much" "that is very much true."

You two sat there, in the silence, listening as the waves crashed against each other and the stars twinkled brightly. Your years of pain had vanished; all that was left was love. Something it took until Chris for you to believe love existed; he loved you fervently.

Chris didn't need to work hard to win your heart; all he did was show you how much he loved, in more ways than one. He gave you reasons to be loved. Above all, he always met you halfway, Putting equal time and love into your relationship. People hurt and get hurt, but it takes that one person to show you that you are worth loving.

And for you, Chris was it.

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How about a Tom Hiddleston x reader: they had been good friends for some time now- if she ever believed in soulmates, then Tom was hers...They could share and talk about everything, except one- the fact that she was in love with him! One day Tom asks reader over for some "friendly" advice. He tells that he planned for a date- new clothes, flowers to give, places to go... With her heart internally breaking, she still helps her crush set up the perfect date!Later that day, it knocks on her door...

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Title: Unexpectedly unexpected.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Fem!reader

Summary: Tom asks for you some advice that you’d never thought you’d be asked before, when you thought your romance was over before it could start, Tom unexpectedly sparks that romance for the pair of you.

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): angst?!, fluff, cheesy clichés, emotionssss galore (not sure if there is anything else)

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"Darling, please... I need you to come over to help me with something" your best friend Tom spoke through the line, "What is it this time, Tom?" You chuckled into the phone as you slipped your shoes on at the front door. "You'll just have to see when you get here, won't you?" He mischievously spoke through the phone. "Huh… fine… it better not be anything stupid". You mentally rolled your eyes, locking the front door of your home; you began walking in the direction of Tom's home.

"It is not; I need your best advice", you laughed, rolling your eyes. "I'll be over in a bit, Sweet boy", you smiled. "Don't go crazy without me, okay?" you spoke again, a laughing response was sent your way, "never y/n", you laughed, hanging up the phone, shoving both your phone and your hands into the nooks of your trench coat pockets.

You and Tom's friendship was very close; if you ever believed in soulmates, you thought that Tom was indefinitely yours. The pair of you could share everything with each other, with no secrets left unkept between you two. It helped that he only lived a few minutes down the road from you.

It was on that day a few years ago, you decided to take a spontaneous trip around London, just to take loads of photos on your day off. That was when you had bumped into Tom on his walk. The profuse apologies led to hours of talking, which made you realise he was indeed the 'Tom Hiddleston'. Although you paid no mind to it, you treated him like the average person he was, and that's what started your friendship. The pair of you were attached to the hip like it was impossible to split from each other.

The dynamic duo, the pair of you were. You are always Tom's go-to, premiere date, later night conversation buddy and early morning walk partner. Except, after all this time. You wanted to be more than those things, you wanted to be his partner, best friend and girlfriend, but you were terrified of losing him.

Using the key he gave you to open up the door, you walked in. "Hey, loser? Where are ya?" You took your shoes off, closing the door. "It's super cold out there", you spoke again before making your way into the living room, where Tom sat on the couch with his legs crossed on his phone. "Did you not hear me?" You smiled, plopping down next to him. "I heard you, was just reading something", he chuckled, turning his phone off and turning his gaze towards you.

"So whatcha need me for?" You smiled, taking a sip of his tea. "I need some advice y/n…" he sighs, watching as you took another sip of his tea. "Advice on?" He smiles, taking the cup from you, taking his own sip "dating," he watched you as he gulped the rest of the drink down his throat. Your mouth gaped open as you became stumped, closing it again, you stared at him suspiciously "why do you need advice from me" "because I need to know if women like the sort of stuff I planned for her" you weren't going to lie, your heart broke a little bit, he hadn't told you about someone new.

"Sweets, you shouldn't be asking me this. I'm sure whatever you have planned for this lady will be great nonetheless" you let a small smile.

His body was now fully turned to you as you watched him. "I need reassurance", he lightly spoke; you laughed lightly before scuffing his hair. "Mhkay, alright then, what have you got?" You smiled, sitting yourself up properly. Tom jumps up from the couch, quickly going into his room and coming back out with a whole bunch of stuff. "Alright, so I was thinking, I brought her a few dresses and a few warm coats she can choose from" he lays them out; your heart stopped at how sweet Tom was. You stood up from the couch, looking at them. "Tom, these a beautiful" you smiled, running your hands over the fabric of each dress. "I can't decide which dress to give her" you smiled lightly "what does she like? Is she more of a fancier-" Tom quickly cut you off smiling "oh god no, no, no, she loves the simple stuff. Much like me", he chuckles "I suppose that's why I love her so much".

You looked at the fabric a little longer, trying to avoid Tom's beautiful eyes and the fact that he mentioned the word 'Love'. The word love hadn't lured from his mouth that easy before. You cursed yourself for falling for him. "Well", you let out a big sigh. If she seemed to like the simple things, then surely she wouldn't be much different to you, you thought to yourself. So you picked the dress you fell in love with as soon as you saw him bring it out. You took the dark navy trench coat too, it was your style, and Tom knew that. He could see the slight tear falling from your cheek, but he couldn't let the surprise go now.

You look up to him handing him the pieces of clothes. "I'm sure your lovely lady would love these" you gave a bright smile as he took the pair of clothes from your hold. "uh... D-do you like them?" he asked you. A slight grin paved your face as you nodded in a simple reply. You coughed a bit, lulling you both out of the awkward silence.

"What about the Shoes Tom?" You questioned him. He raised his index finger in an 'ah ha' moment. "She probably will end up wearing her own shoes" he smiled at her; you gave him a questioning look, "why?" "Because... I told you she likes simple", he laughed. "I have not seen her wear shoes over $100 in my life. I think she would be comfortable wearing something she already has." You nodded, "you're a very considerate person, Mr Hiddleston." from the deep breath you took, you knew that it was probably your time to leave before your emotions would unfold right in front of Tom. It was crushing you from the inside out, and you didn't want him to see it.

"Alright, is there anything else you may need my help with?" you turned to face him; he squints his eyes a little, brushing his curly hair out of his face before looking back at you. "Are flowers great to give on a first date?" he softly asked; you chuckled, patting his shoulder. "I think any girl would love receiving flowers on any date, Tom. As long as you know what their favourite flowers are, I'm sure they can appreciate the gesture." "Will that be all?" Tom nodded, "Yes, I've got everything covered from here" you let yourself gaze into his eyes; he did the same.

For just a little moment, you wanted to tell him. You tried to tell him how you felt, but you felt just like one of those girls in all the chick flicks you've watched over the years. You just bring yourself to tell him. "Well, stop by mine later? Tell me how it goes?" you smiled at him as you led yourself out into the hallway, "I will definitely stop by", he grinned.

Seeing yourself out, you waved him goodbye. Cursing yourself that you were going to try and get over the feelings you had for Tom. You took a slow, gruelling walk back home. Drowning in your own thoughts, your mind went on auto-pilot that when you came back to reality, you were at home sitting on the couch with no recollection of how you got back home.

It was around 9pm that you found yourself snuggled underneath one of your couch blankets. The T.V was playing as you were watching one of your favourite films. Your energy was low since Tom was going on a date. That was all you could think about. you groaned, covering your face with the blanket "you're so pathetic y/n", you sighed. Slowly you began to fall asleep; you were too tired to do anything.

A soft knock on your door alerted you from your nap; you sat up, rubbing your eyes. "I'm coming, hold on", you yelled, wrapping yourself up in the blanket. Walking down the hall, you turned the porch light on, turning the doorknob, you took a peek around the big door.

Your eyes widened, and your face fell into a shock; Tom stood before you, holding a semi-big gift box, wearing a smile on his face. "Darling", he spoke gently, "Tom? what are you doing" your brain wasn't registering anything that was happening. "If you let me in, I can explain" he smiled again. You gave him a soft nod opening the door for him to come through.

Shutting the door, you followed him down the hall to the living room, where you were just wallowing away not too long ago. He set the box on the coffee table before turning to face your direction. He stood there wearing a clean tux and navy blue trench coat, similar to the one you chose out earlier today. You nervously laughed, "Tom? what are you doing? I thought you had a date-" he cut you off, as he snaked one of his arms around your waist, he pulled you into his chest.

Your face was bright red. You were nervous, "It's you y/n" Tom stared softly into your eyes, "me?" you gulped. This was one of those moments, stuff him being an actor; you never knew this could exist in real life too, especially in your life. He nodded, "I'm in love with you y/n, and if you'd allow me, I'd like to take you on our long-overdue date."

You gasped quietly, letting the feeling sink in; he meant you. All this time, he was talking about you. A tear ran down your face; you took one of your hands out from the safety of your blanket, cupping his cheek. You looked up into his eyes. "I'm in love with you too," you sniffled. Tom's eyes began to water as well, his warm hands cupping both of your blushed cheeks. He pulls you into a soft, deep kiss. Your eyes closed, and your lips melted into his.

You chuckled a bit before the pair of you pulled away, "I think that was long overdue", Tom whispered. "It was most definitely overdue", you whispered in reply. You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head on his chest. He softly rubbed the surface of your back, "now, I think you should get ready. We don't want to be late for our date" he smiled, the subtle head gesture over to the gift box.

You walked over to the box, lifting the lid. You were surprised with a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers along with the navy blue trench coat and dress you unknowingly picked out for yourself earlier today. There were also two tickets to the moonlight concert. One that you and Tom had been talking about for a while now.

You had that beautiful smile on your face that Tom loved so much. He watched the excitement in your eyes. "I'll be back", you softly spoke, taking the clothes with you. He laughed and gave you a polite nod. You dashed up to your room, laying everything out on the bed. You took a quick shower, dressing into the outfit Tom had brought you, some earrings, a necklace and a pair of your favourite fancy shoes. You fixed your trench coat before walking out of your room and downstairs, where Tom was already waiting for you.

"You look gorgeous, y/n", he smiled. You rolled your eyes meeting him at the bottom of the stairs. "you're just as handsome," you whispered. He extended his hand out for you to hold, which you gladly took into yours. "Alright, let's get going", he smiled, leading you out the door.

Both of you spent the night in each others company, this time, it was different. It didn't feel like you were just friends anymore, but it felt more than that, the feeling of the romance you had been waiting for.

It was unexpectedly unexpected. Like you believed, Tom and you were soulmates, and your time had finally arrived despite how long it took.

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Bucky and reader got badly hurt during a mission, but specially him. Back at the compound (fem reader if possible) she wakes up before him and feels guilty about him being hurt. Classic "the one I secretly love got hurt abd I feel like it's my fault", but with Bucky being the one who got hurt worse. Even if you don't write it, thank you for your time and congrats!!

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Title: For What Feels Like Forever.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avengerfem!reader

Summary: You and Bucky are caught in a line of a missile while embarking on another mission. Leaving Bucky in critical condition and you not far off, the feeling of guilt sets in when you made yourself believe it was your fault for hurting the person you secretly loved.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning(s): Angsty galore, Fluff, mentions of self hate, medical talk, emotionssss.

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"Bucky! Buck… no no no NO!", Your heart stopped when you got up from the rubble, watching as Bucky's body fell limp right next to you. Your eyes widened, and your heart began racing so hard you thought it was going to rip right from your chest. You groaned as you kneeled next to Bucky; lifting his head, you pulled his upper half onto your lap.

You supported his weight by holding him close to you, "Bucky… I'm so sorry." You winced. "This is all my fault", you chocked up on your words. Holding one hand up to your ear, you called for help. "FRIDAY GET A MEDEVAC", you yelled into the earpiece, "they're on their way, agent y/n".

Bucky looked up at you, smiling a little. His hand came up to caress the tears away from your cheeks "don't worry, doll, it wasn't your fault, I'll be fine" he slightly laughed. You shook your head profusely, letting your hand rise to where he was caressing your cheek, "I-i'm sorry… I- I'm" you tried to breathe. Your heightened sense could hear the chopper closing in the distance. "Buck, I should've been more careful" a tear dropped from your face onto his chest. "Tony should've never assigned you on this mission".

"Don't do that, doll. I'll be okay. It was me... I wanted to-", Bucky coughed, trying to gasp for air. Before you knew it, his eyes were closing, and his breathing slowed to an alarming pace. "NO BUCK PLEASE, STAY WITH ME… YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE. I LOVE YOU GOD DAYM IT," you screamed, holding him close to your chest. "I l-love you", you sniffed as his hand fell from your face; you kissed his forehead with a glimpse of hope. Not even seconds go by, and the paramedics were hulling Bucky from your grip "Agent y/n, we've got him now."

You peered up as the paramedics took him away from you into the helicopter. You sat there on your knees, watching as the aircraft took off back to the compound; you felt so numb. Someone could've killed you right now, and you wouldn't have cared. It wasn't until Natasha spoke through your earpiece that you came back from your daydreaming state.

"Y/n… y/n where are you? Come back, hun." You heard her voice, but all you could do was break down into tears. Wiping the tears with the side of your shirt, you stood walking back to the quinjet. "I-it was all my fault, Nat", you mumbled, "Y/n… don't do this now. Bucky needs you, so please. Come back, and we will talk about this" your brows furrowed at the thought of Bucky's lifeless body.

"It was supposed to be an in and out mission Nat, and I even failed at that", you sniffed, continuing. "That's why Tony recruited Bucky on this mission when he knew daym well it was supposed to be a solo mission", you angrily spoke into the earpiece. "Y/n Tony didn-"you ripped the small communication device from your ear, trowing it off the quinjet before closing the door.

It was supposed to be your sole mission, and before you had the chance to leave, Tony had told you that Bucky would be tagging along. Of course, you thought of yourself as useless. An esteemed avenger who can manipulate elements but couldn't do their job. The whole ride was quiet, just you and the jet. Bucky wasn't with you. The Bucky who could make you laugh in an instant, the Bucky who would annoy you just to see you smile, the same Bucky who you thought you had just killed because you again couldn't do your job correctly.

~

You arrived at the base after a gruelling flight with just you in your thoughts. Limping down the halls, you saw Nat, Tony and Steve rushing towards you. You sighed, looking at them, they were speaking, but you couldn't hear them. Their faces in panic as their eyes explored the injuries you also acquired from the mission. Raising your hands, you made one gesture and appeared in your room, "Friday, please lock my doors; nobody is allowed in" the tears fell unknowingly from your face. "But Agent Y/n, you're hurt. We need-""Friday… please, just lock my room" "Yes Y/n" the audible noise of the doors locking. Trapping you in your own room and stopping anyone from coming in.

You slid back against the wall in the bloodied clothes you were in. Your suit falling at the seems as your own wounds sustained their condition. Cuts, grazes and bruises, and even deep wounds homed your body, but none of that mattered. The pain felt good; you believed you deserved it after the mission you had. Your knees tucked close to your chest as you tightly wrapped your arms around them. Your wanton cries filled the room. The mixture of physical and emotional pain blurred together, almost to the point that you were going to pass out.

"Friday… Friday, I am telling you if you don't let us in", Tony yelled, pacing back and forth outside your door. Nat's ear was against the door, hearing your muffled cries. "Her heartbeat is steady, sir. However, she seems to have acquired multiple lesions to her body" Friday fed back to Tony after he asked to monitor you. Steve's back leaned against the wall, hand rubbing his beard as he thought. "How much pain is she in right now, Friday?" Steve asked. Friday didn't answer but unlocked the doors. The three of them walked in carefully, but your body sat limp, passed out cold on the floor in a pile of blood.

Nat rushed by your side as Tony called for the Medic team. Nat was panicking as she lifted your body in her arms; Steve watched before taking you into his "I've got her", he spoke, walking you out. The medics were quick on their toes, pushing the gurney straight to your body. Steve laid you down. He looked back to Tony and Nat, who sounded like they were going to fight each other.

"I tried to tell her", Nat spoke. Tony sighed, glaring at Nat. "I knew I shouldn't have let him go when he asked," "You knew that saying no wasn't going to stop him, Tony. Bucky was going to go with her regardless" Tony shook his head, walking back down the hall. "They're both just as god daym blind as each other, now look what they've caused", he yelled in frustration.

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You groaned, waking up to the sight of Nat sleeping in the chair beside you. An instinctive smile set across your face seeing your friend. Your face fell seconds later, realising what you had done; you looked down to see that you were in a pair of your clothes; a pair of grey sweats and the red henley Bucky gave you when you had accidentally spilt plum juice all over your shirt. Of course, it set a smile on your face; the memory that came with the henley always brought a sweet smile to your face.

You jumped a bit when you heard Nat's voice. "Hey, you're awake", she spoke as you turned over to see her. Nat gave you that look she expressed when she was disappointed. "w-why are you giving me that look" Nat scooted the chair closer to your bed "you know why" you sighed, turning your head to face the other side.

"I should've died in my room", you mutter quietly. Nat placed a hand on top of yours, rubbing the top of it with her thumb. "Y/n, you know you don't deserve to die. It happened, yes, but it wasn't your fault…." "IT WAS NAT, IT WAS", you growled, turning back to her.

"I c-can't do my job properly, and it has caused the person I love…" you whimpered, raising your hand to cover your mouth as you chocked the tears back. "I I- love Bucky Nat, and I did this… Now I have to face the fact that I may not ever get that chance," you forced through your voice.

"You love Bucky?" Nat leaned back into her chair with a smirk "YES Nat, Yes I do… have been for years. But what does it matter now", you looked down at your hands, scoffing to yourself. "You know he begged Tony to let him go with you… on the mission", you backtracked on her comment, "what for?" You asked in curiosity. "He wanted to be with you", she smiled. "You know you should go ask him why", she added. Your face lit up a bit "he's awake?" Nat sighed before shaking her head. "Not at the moment, but you should be there when he does" "How was he when he arrived?" You shyly asked her, "not great, he flatlined a few times on the operating table, but he is in a semi-stable condition" she smiled.

"I-it came out of nowhere… the missile. I-"you took a big gulp. "I tried to deter it away from us, but I wasn't quick enough" "And that still isn't your fault y/n… believe it or not, things do happen when you go out of dangerous missions. You of all people should know that." She sternly spoke. You were the epitome of dangerous missions; those types of assignments called your name. You were the top agent on cases; think the one you had just finished. Although your brain doesn't let you realise how daym good you are, everyone else knows you're the perfect person for the job. Bucky had been assigned to you when you both first met, then he slowly started coming on missions with you. Which led you to today, where he was your mission partner when your assignments called for a two-person job.

You sat up on the bed, feeling the mesh covering multiple wounds around your body. You slide off the bed, slowly standing to your feet. "What are you doing? You should be," you cut Nat off, shaking your head. "I am going to see Bucky", you spoke. "I'll fight you if I have to", you lowly told her. She sighed, getting up from her chair. Nat rested her hand on your back to help you walk. You turned to her and smiled. "Thanks", Nat took your hand into hers so you could balance yourself on her. The pair of you walked down the hall to where Bucky was staying.

The pair of you rounded the corner. Your eyes fell upon the sight of Bucky's limp body. Steve was sitting beside him, reading. You were nervous; your doubt sunk deep into the core of your stomach.

You turned on your heels before hearing Steve call out to you. "Hey, y/n… glad you're awake" that big smile paved across his face as you turned back around "t-thanks" "Doc said he should be awake soon, and I think Buck would like to see you when he wakes", Steve gestured over to the seat he was just sitting in.

"Oh.. no no I-it's really okay Steve I-" Steve sighed, taking your hand into his "Y/n." Your eyes looked up to meet his "mhm?" "Just sit down; he will definitely want to see you", Steve spoke as he guided you to your seat. Nat watching as your eyes fell on his face, Steve smiled softly, resting a blanket to cover your legs. "Thanks, Steve", you softly whispered to him. He gave you a firm nod making a beeline for the door "w-wait, where are you going?" "I was only keeping your seat warm for you y/n", he chuckled. "He doesn't want to see me when he wakes up", he softly spoke before walking down the hall with Natasha.

~

You sat there fiddling with your hands, your head rested softly into the chair, your head was turned to Bucky. His eyes closed, and the steadiness of his breathing, things you noticed as he laid next to you peacefully. You moved one of your hands from your lap to sit on top of his hand; it was warm. You held It softly, letting the tears slip from your eyes again. You slowly and gently caressed the surface of his hand, "I-I'm sorry, Buck. It was my fault you're even in this mess", you softly whispered. "I've messed everything up Buck a-and I'm sorry. I'm sorry it was my fault you got hurt" the tears fell every time you blinked.

"It felt like I had lost you" you looked down to your lap, still holding his hand ", and I probably did." You mentally cursed yourself. "But", you turned to smooth your eyes over his facial features ", I wanted you to know that I love you. I have been in love with you since the day we went on our first mission together," you chuckled to yourself, "that was years ago", you sighed "I've secretly been in love with you for what feels like forever. Still, I have never had the guts to tell you" "Just know that I love you, Buck, even though you haven't consciously heard any of this, I do love you" you smiled.

You went back to rest your head on the chair, you were tired, and the pain killers were wearing off. You closed your eyes, your hand still in Bucky's. You fell asleep in the chair.

~

Hours later…

Bucky woke up, his mind slowly sinking back into his body as his eyes explore the room he is in. His eyes shot straight to his hand when he felt a squeeze. His eyes fell onto the sight of you holding his hand. He smiled softly before looking down at you; your head was rested against his shoulder, you slept peacefully. This was it; he had wished for a moment when you'd be together. Of course, he wished it was in better circumstances. He took anything he could get if it meant being with you. He was just in love with you as you were with him. Bucky turned his hand over, palm to palm intertwining your fingers in his letting his thumb caresses the surface of your hand.

He smiled, watching you sleep peacefully next to him. The urge for Bucky to pull you onto his bed and engulf you in a big hug was deep. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you. A few pieces of your hair covered your face. Bucky slowly turned, pushing them out of your face and behind your ear. You felt the soft brush against your cheek, which indeed woke you up. Your eyes fluttered open, and you sat up from your seat. You went to move your hand from Bucky's hand when you realised that your fingers were intertwined with his. You were confused before looking at Bucky. You saw him staring back at you, a smile on his face.

You gasped quietly, "Buck… Hi", you spoke. He squeezes your hand softly as he held it close to him. The nervousness and guilt set in your stomach, but there Bucky was, right next to you, smiling away like an idiot. "How are you feeling?" You asked, "good that you're here" he chuckled lightly. You laughed slightly to look, leaning close you rested a hand on his cheek "I'm sorry Bucky-" he cut you off instantly "Don't say sorry doll, it wasn't your fault" "but-" he shook his head "no buts".

Bucky scooted over slightly, making enough room for you to sit next to him. He patted next to him. "Come here", he spoke. You froze a bit, "Y/n, come here", he said again in a slightly demanding tone. You nodded, getting up slowly. You took the spot he made for you; Bucky smiled, pulling your waist softly towards his body. He wrapped his arms around you, your head resting in the nook of his arm. He hugged you.

Bucky's eyes landed on you with another big smile. You wondered what was going on in that big brain of his. "What?" You spoke quietly. He didn't answer, just shook his head, pulling you closer to him. He set a kiss on top of your head, there was silence between the pair of you, not the awkward type, but the type where you both enjoyed it, knew you didn't have to say much. Bucky held you close to him for hours. You snuggled right next to him, both still awake, but you both had your eyes closed. Bucky's breathing synced with yours; it was calm, everything felt okay. Then Bucky spoke.

"I've loved you for what feels like forever, too", Bucky smiled.

"I only came on the mission to make sure you'd come home to me." he softly whispered into your ear. "and now I don't think I can ever let you go", he chuckled.

The slight smile set across your face while your eyes were still closed. "I don't want you to, Buck."

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🌿 | Happy Anniversary

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're coming home to celebrate your 2nd anniversary with Bucky when something goes wrong, you both celebrate a little later than expected.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warning(s): car accident, swearing, blood, floooooof and poor writing (sorry in advance).

A/N: This is the first time I am actually posting anything I've actually written. I have very unrealistic ideas of love (you can thank MCU for my high standards of men), so my writing is the result of that. I hope you enjoy. (GIF is not my own).

Any feedback, likes & reblogs etc are much appreciate 🥰

“Good morning, doll”…

A month ago...

It was blooming in the afternoon as you drove down the rural area of your home city, New York. Driving home to the place you shared with your boyfriend, an avenger, a secret agent. You were a normal young lady who worked a nine to five job down at the VA where you had met your best friend Sam Wilson; he was the one who introduced you to Bucky Barnes, who you'd instantly fall in love with. It was your standard drive, nothing more, it was around mid-day, both you and Bucky were coming home to celebrate your second anniversary.

Smiling as you jammed to your favourite playlist while shading your eyes with sunnies. The lights turned red at the intersection, slowing down to stop at the red light harbouring above you, carefully watching for it to go green. You were tapping away on your matte driving wheel, humming to Bucky and your favourite song.

Green.

Your foot letting go of the brake, you move into the lane, moments flashed before your eyes suddenly colliding with another vehicle, ripping you out of your body for a few seconds before you quickly sunk back in. Pain rushed to your side as your body sat limp in the driver's seat of your car; the watch on your wrist alarmed the ambulances, People rushing left, right and centre to pull you out.

You laid on the floor of the open road, with a few people surrounding you as you felt something wet stream from your waist, then a sudden eruption of air locked in your chest made you gasp for air. Your eyes begin to flutter in and out of consciousness, the ringing in your ears filtered out the voices trying to keep you from dozing out. "HEY! HEY! HEY! Please stay awake. The ambulance is nearly here," a woman shouted as another bystander was applying pressure to your side, trying to stop the flow of blood. Hearing the ambulance siren you nodded lightly to the woman helping you, but your mind strayed from reality for a bit.

~

Bucky was on his way home with Sam because he didn't really have his license yet, the usual routine of you dropping him to work and Sam dropping him home. The pair of them laughing in the car when they pulled up at the intersection only to be stopped behind extensive lines of traffic and oncoming cops rocking Sam's car as they rushed by. Sam rested his head back into the seat as Bucky was texting away to you, "I cannot wait to see you, doll", sent and delivered. Bucky looks up from his phone, noticing the significant traffic. "Whoa! What's happening?" He asks while Sam winds the window peeking his head from it. "I think it's a crash, dude." Sam leans out of his car a bit more, trying to see all the action.

Bucky doesn't hesitate before hopping out of the car, “We should go check just in case they need help" looking up from the car his lips parted and his vision narrowed. "S-s-sam" Bucky's eyes widened as Sam hopped out. "Yeah?" He said, looking at his friend, who looked horrified. Sam turns to the commotion only to have his face drop in fear. Bucky drops his phone sending his feet running towards the scene with Sam quick on his heels.

~

Traffic wardens directing the traffic and police cars blocking the scene as vehicles wandered around the open setting. You gasped for the air you desperately needed, "Sir, you cannot Cro-"one of the officers are cut off. "THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND", he screamed bloody murder before rushing towards you. Skidding his knees against the concrete ground pulling you into his arms, "no, no, no, no, no, no", Bucky sobs, caressing your face pushing your bloodied hair behind your ears as the grazes on your face deepened. Sam reaches, falling to his knees watching. "Baby, cmon' cmon' stay with me please, s-stay with me god daym it!" He pleaded as you laid in his arms, dozing in and out. The paramedics rushing with their equipment; you flush your eyes open for a second, seeing Bucky which instantly made you smile as you continue to gasp. "B-baby", he looks down to your side as it continues to bleed out. Bucky looks around for the paramedics. "PLEASE HELP, HURRY", he screams in complete madness, using his vibranium arm to hold pressure on the open wound. You rest your hand on his thigh, squeezing it to give him a sign you were still there. "T... t-this will be an anniversary to remember," you laughed faintly to him before coughing up a bit of blood. "No! No!" Bucky cried, cupping your face in his hand as he brought you close to his chest, he whimpered “Don’t go, baby, don’t leave me”.

"Sir, we can take her from here", one of the paramedics exclaims, rushing to help her; Bucky reluctant to let you go, Sam rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Buck, cmon' let them help her" he nodded as Bucky let you go carefully, handing you to the paramedics as you fell limp. Bystanders drove around the scene and stood on the paths watching. He starred in horror, watching as the paramedics had transferred you onto the gurney while they attempted to help you best they could. Bucky sat there looking lifeless, tears down his face, blood on his shirt. Sam kneeled to him. "Hey, they're going to help her the best they can. "Tony has already got a team on the way to help her" he nodded before hearing the paramedic. "I NEED A DEFIBRILLATOR, AND I NEED IT NOW" his heart sunk deeper into his chest, looking over to the yellow vehicle that homed many memories and many road-trips you both had together.

~

Bucky gripped his chest, jolting awake, gasping for air, only to find himself at the side of you, his hand intertwined in yours as you slept peacefully. Another nightmare. Only an hour had passed since he fell asleep, but it had been nearly a month since you were admitted into hospital after the accident. Bucky hadn't slept well for weeks, constantly checking on your state to see if any changes occurred. In the first hour of getting to the hospital, you were released to Tony's medic team and brought back to the compound. Bucky trusted Tony more than the public hospitals and agreed for him to take you.

He couldn't bare to leave your side, and often Sam or Steve had to take over while he took a shower or tried to eat. He sat close to you in the chair Tony brought for him to use. Holding your hand, he kissed the back of your hand gently, "Good morning, doll" he smiled at you, Bucky got up to open the curtains for your face to absorb the sunlight, regardless if you were in a coma ready to wake, he still treated as if you were alive and well… talking to him. Bucky missed you severely, your smile, seeing your eyes, hearing your voice; he longed for the day he'd listen to it again.

A slight knock on the door alludes to Bucky as he turns around. Steve walks in with a paper bag of food "hey bud, my turn today”, Steve smiled at his best friend, who looked tired more than ever. Bucky side smiled. "Thanks, Steve", he sighed softly, taking the bag as Steve gave it to him. "Buck”, sitting down in the chair that Bucky had used as a home for his body of the last month. "Mh?" Bucky looked back to Steve, "I need you to take a shower, get into some comfortable clothes and rest" before Bucky could protest, Steve continues to speak, "If anything changes, you'll be the first to know." He nods to Bucky, "But-" "I will tell you, okay? Just please get some rest and eat. I'll look after her." Bucky nodded, thanking his friend with his eyes before leaving; he circled your bed to give you a kiss on the head. "See you later, love", he smiled before leaving down the hall to his room.

Steve comforted himself in the comfortable leather seat as he pulled his book from the drawer next to your bed, opening it to the page he'd left off a few days ago.

~

After Bucky's shower, he sat at the edge of his new bed, changing into his red henley, one of your favourite shirts that Bucky owned. He managed his way into some grey sweats before leaning his head into the nook of his palms.

"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS" an angry Bucky stood from the ground looking around, Sam knew better than to stop him from doing anything he would regret, but Sam was just as mad, which clouded his judgement. The police had made their way over to Bucky as he clenched both his jaws and fists. “Sergeant Barnes. I'm sorry to say, it was a drunk driver…” The officer alerted him. He seethed anger trying to contain himself as he asked a question, "What is this drivers condition?" the police look over to the man who sits at the back of the ambulance, a paramedic attending his grazes. Bucky followed their gaze to the man who looked as high as a kite, sending Bucky over the edge, he stormed off in the man's direction before stopping right in front of the man. "Sir, you're going to need to step-" the paramedic is cut off. Sam stalks his way towards Bucky mustering the courage to tell his friend not to do anything, but he was at a loss for words.

"Are you the fucker who did that" his vibranium arm swung from his side to point at the collided cars; the man looks at Bucky unbeknownst of what he was asking, "huh?" He replies in a bit of a hum. "IS THAT YOUR FUCKING CAR?" The man looks over and just nods. Sam was sure he could see the anger radiating from Bucky at that point, "Hey Buck, can we maybe just" but with the small voice, Bucky raged, “NO!" He growled, snapping his head back to the man before grabbing his chin, making the drunk man face Bucky's cold eyes, luring him out of his daze. "I-" the man gulped, eyes stuttering as he looked around. “Cmon’ Buck let go of him, please" Sam asks, but Bucky shrugs it off. "You are foul", Bucky seethed to the man who was almost in tears. "I-i'm I'm so- so- sorry", he mutters; Bucky grabs him by the shirt. "If she dies, that is on you. You live with the fact that if my girlfriend... s-she was going to be my fiancé…” he stopped before continuing “her death is on your hands for your fucking stupid actions," he growled before shoving him right back into the ambulance with brut force; the man groans as pain rushes to his back. "You deserved more than that." Bucky glares before storming off; Sam quickly following behind him. Bucky heads to your car, using his arm to lift it upright. All the contents shook inside he goes through collecting what he thought you'd need or want. Sam lends a hand out to hold a few of the items, your bag that was a little torn but mostly kept together, your keys, your favourite CD that had miraculously preserved in perfect condition.

His eyes saddened to see the squashed flowers that laid crumpled all over the floor. Picking up a few of them to hold he lightly chuckles, you defied all stereotypes in your relationship with Bucky. You'd always bring flowers home for Bucky on special occasions or when you felt like he needed them, "men deserve flowers too" you’d always say. Bucky loved… loves you, you were… no… are beautifully unique, and god, he didn't let himself forget it. Bucky had finished collecting everything before walking away. Sam followed behind back to the car. "We will head back to the compound. Tony said he'd take her there" Bucky nodded as he silently got into the car, not saying another word.

~

It was nearly half-past ten when Steve had fallen asleep on the chair with his book open-faced flat on his chest, snoring a bit. Tony had come to check on you a few times to see how you were going. Tony couldn't help himself but take a few photos of Steve sleeping before attending you again with one of the nurses. "She is expected to wake up soon", Dr Cho had whispered to Tony, "So everything is looking good, Cho?" He looks over to her as she nods, "this last round of medication should aid her. I'd say she will wake within the next few hours, earlier than expected” she smiled, causing Tony to nod. "Great! Keep me updated," he said, walking out. There was discussion of attempting to wake you up earlier than intended, but with the slow progress you had made in the last few weeks, Cho wanted to wait a bit longer which Bucky was holding out hope for you.

Back in the guest room set up for Bucky, he slept on top of the bed, facing the ceiling snoring lightly. His vibranium arm resting at his chest and the other underneath his neck. Regardless of how much he wanted to go back to see you, he knew you'd yell at him if you caught him sleep-deprived; Steve had snuck a few sleeping pills into the sandwhich Bucky ate. Lately, it seemed to be the only way to get himself to sleep without interruption.

~

Steve was awake when you drew your first big breath; he jumped from his seat, dropping his book. You groaned a bit before opening your eyes to check your surrounding, the light was harsh, and Steve could tell you were snuggling with it, so he rushed to dim the lights. Your consciousness coming back to your body as you fully but slowly awaken. You move your head gently around to catch sight of everything, Steve smiled coming into your line of vision, your eyes widened as you jumped a bit which made Steve jump thinking something was wrong, he rushed to your side "y/n? Y/n, are you Oka-" you made a weird face before cutting him off letting your raspy voice whisper "Oh my god. You've got a beard".

Steve looks at you pinching his nose laughing which you shortly but lightly follow, "are you kidding me y/n." He shakes his head, laughing through his nose. "No… I'm serious" you widely look at him with a straight face "have you seen yourself" you scrunch your face, jokingly cringe. "You've stolen my boyfriend's style", you smile, which peaks his smile, "he does have a good sense of style, huh" Steve replied, looking at you “And only he can pull it off” you smirked.

You softly smile, looking at him. "How long have I been sleeping beauty?" You joked, "It would've been a month tomorrow," Steve says, and you nod "oh, wow... you make it sound like it was an anniversary", you cough a bit, “could I get some water?" You politely ask Steve, pouring you a glass handing it over to you; you take a sip automatically refreshing your throat. "Bucky is asleep… I can go get him?" Steve asks, standing at the edge of your bed; you shake your head "leave him to sleep. I know he needs it" you smile, patting the chair for Steve to sit back down, which he does. You prop yourself up slowly, moving your joints again ached you, but it felt good that you were moving around. I guess your body knew you needed a little movement before you became a statue. "I know that he hasn't slept, even if I wasn't there, I could hear, hear you, Steve" you look at him before continuing, “Hear you plead him to sleep. I heard Tony, Nat, Sam all attempt to get him to as well.” You rest your head against the pillow "he deserves it", you smile. "Well, he has been out since this morning… I snuck Cho's sleeping pills into his breakfast bag," Steve winked, causing you to giggle. "Ahhh, a 105-year-old man looking out for his 107-year-old friend with sleeping pills,“ "You know, for a woman who has just woken from a coma, you sure do have the energy… Are you sure you weren't just playing dead?" He laughed, causing you to roll your eyes. "Don't go there, capsicle, I could ruin you within seconds", you smirk.

Tony walks in with Cho, massive smiles on their faces, "Our favourite girl is finally awake!" Tony cheers.

~

Your bond with the avengers had grown in the three years of knowing them. Sam introduced you to everyone when he invited you to one of Tony's infamous parties; This was when Bucky was in Wakanda. When Bucky had come back from Wakanda with Steve, you were hanging with Sam at the compound when Sam “introduced” you two briefly after a round of cards. He likes to say that he was the one to introduce you two to each other, but it was really Steve.

Three years ago…

You and Sam were playing a round of cards when he heard the quinjet land, "That must be them!" He excitedly announced, dividing his attention, causing you to win the last round. "HA! I WON YET AGAIN” you cheered, dancing around. Nat laughing as Sam made his disappointed face. "I will never understand you y/n" Nat spoke, shaking her head giving throwing her cards onto the table. Sam rolled his eyes. "It's called being competitive", he laughed “Y’n is good at that” "Come y/n. I'll introduce you to our new member." He turned to you, you nodded getting up with Nat, who followed. In all honestly, you loved meeting the team, both new and old members.

Steve had walked in first. "Ah! Y/n" he smiled, hugging you. "Hey sucker", you smiled playfully punching his arm. There was a slight cough from behind him, causing you to direct your attention to the tall brown haired man. Steve moved to the side so you could see him. You instantly smiled, gazing upon his bold deep-blue eyes. "Y/n, this is our newest recruit James Barnes" Steve announced; Sam smiled. "Welcome back, man". Bucky just nodded, keeping a slight eye on you, “Hey James", you extended your hand out to shake his, "You can call me Bucky" he smiled, shaking your hand gently, you give a small smile nodding, "Nice to meet you Bucky, I'm y/n." Sam looked unamused "why do I still get to call you James?" He huffed, you laughed letting Bucky's hand go. "Probably because I'm cooler and you're just plain annoying" nudging Sam’s arm. The comment made Bucky laugh, and from then on there, it started a lifetime between the two.

~

Cho had finished checking all your vitals and debriefing you on the certain meds you'd have to take for the next few weeks to gain your strength back. Cho also went through a few exercises with you to get your muscles moving again. "Thanks Cho… I appreciate it", you smiled watching as she began to leave. "Wait, Cho-" you quietly whispered, looking at her as she turns back. "Mh?" You let your feet dangle off the bed "do you think I'd be able to move into where Buck is sleeping? I'd like to sleep with him tonight." Cho let a small smile out, "If that is what you want to do, you're more than welcome to. Just slow and carefully, although your wound has healed, your body is getting used to being awake and moving again." You nodded. Tony smiled, patting you back lightly. "Thank gosh, you're leaving this room, can use it for someone who needs it more", he jokes before earning a hard punch from you. "Watch it, tin-man. I'll get my man on you, and you'll be the one needing this room more than I ever did," you gleam sassily as he clutches his chest pretending to be hurt.

Tony winks. "Well, I'll leave you to it", he smiles, walking out down the hall. You look at Steve before slowly getting off the bed, landing your feet into the warm fluffy slippers that Nat had brought for you. Steve aids to your side "thanks," you smile grabbing hold of him for support, groaning a bit as you stood straight “don't mention it y/n," he smiled, grabbing your bag with his free hand. Slowly and carefully, you walk out down the hall with Steve by your side; walking in your warm cotton Pj's, you look around, trying to focus yourself on everything. "You alright?" Steve asked for the twentieth time in five mins you’d both been walking to the guest room. You roll your eyes. "Actually, now that you mention it, I'm feeling lightheaded” you laugh mimicking like you were going to faint. Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm okay, Steve, don't worry" you smiled. Stopping at the door of the room, you hear Bucky's soft snore, which makes your heart flutter. "He's going to kill me tomorrow morning", Steve whispered, opening the door slightly for you. You let a small giggle out, "why's that?" You whisper back as he puts your bag just inside the door. "I said I'd wake him if anything changed" he watched as Bucky slept deeply. "Don't worry, he won't kill you, I won't let him" you wink, mouthing a thank you to Steve. "Get some good rest, Steve" you smile, closing the guest door lightly, not wanting to wake Bucky.

Carefully you walk over to the bed, slipping the slippers off your feet and slowly climbing onto the bed. You smiled, watching as your boyfriend snored, his vibranium arm now spread out to the side like he was waiting for you to fill it and his other still under his neck. The rise and fall of his chest calmed you as you scooted closer into his embrace. Head resting on his vibranium arm was dearly missed; you rolled to your side before resting one of your hands on his chest, snuggling closer to him. You missed this, being able to do it for yourself; you just missed it. You closed your eyes lightly before hearing your name sing quietly, "y/n?" Bucky looks down at you in surprise. You look up at him with a soft grin "Ta-Da" you chuckled, his eyed watered blinking too many times at you, your hand rested on his cheek as he lightly turned to you. "Happy month late anniversary, my love", you smiled at him as his brows furrowed "no… no… I'm dreaming I- you-" he stutters, but you quickly shut him up with a soft kiss to his lips. "Not a dream", you whisper, looking into his eyes. His face flutters a vast smile.

A sense of realisation hit “You're awake!" He sniffs, smiling as you nod towards him, "Indeed." You giggle. He pulls you gently closer to him. "Gosh, have I missed this so much." You smile, hugging onto him. "I'm so glad to have you back, baby", he can’t hold his whimpers in any longer, you look up to wipe the tears from his face "no need to cry, love". His breath cools; he had his love back with him. "How'd you get here?" He asks, concerned that you might be hurt, "Steve helped me back here. Don't you go killing him either", you warned, making him slightly laugh. "He told me you were sleeping; I thought I'd surprise you." "It was the best surprise” Bucky hummed. “I’m sorry I ruin our anniversary-"Bucky cut you off, shaking his head. "No, doll, that is not your fault." He whispered, kissing your soft lips. You sniffed in sadness. "I couldn't give you your flowers", you pouted, and he just smiled. "Well. I think I'd rather have you." He cooed. “There are plenty of flowers, but there is only one of you”.

Moments more extended, the pair of you moulded into each other like you had never left his side. Your eyes closed, Bucky grabs your attention again, "Love?" "hmm?" You hum in reply. He tugs at the chain around your neck, causing your eyes to open in confusion; you hadn’t noticed the chain until now “Buck?" You looked down to where his hand was; on the necklace that homed your neck was a beautiful gold black peppered ring. He searched your eyes “Marry me?" eyes glistened in the dark, you smiled cheesily, reaching to hold his hand that held the engagement ring, you kissed his hand then his lips, "of course" you smiled which made Bucky excitedly wiggled a victory dance in your presence, a habit he caught from you.

He unclasped the necklace from your neck, sliding the ring off it; you smiled, watching him slide it onto your finger. He let out a breath of relief as you watched him. "You've asked me while I was asleep, haven't you?" You said as a faint memory of his voice took you back to when you were in your coma. Bucky softly nodded as he admired you, “I did”.

~

Bucky sat next to you after you'd come out of surgery; it was already nightfall. Bucky sobbed quietly as he held your hand, watching you rest. "I- I'm sorry we couldn't celebrate our anniversary together, baby", he sniffed, keeping your hand in his as his cheek rested upon the intertwined hands. "Gosh, how I wish you were here, awake with me” He continues, "I- I was going to propose to you tonight, tell you how excited I was to spend the rest of our lives together, to grow old, to have a f-family." he blinks, causing his tear to fall onto your hand. "I love you with everything I've got, doll. You're my happiness, my light. P-please comes back to me, don't leave me." His brows furrow more. "I need you, I know I'm selfish, but I do. So please, I promise to give you more than I've given you already, to protect you, to love you, to be your goofy husband. I promise to be there on your hardest days like you do for me. I promise you the world, my- our world. If you'd just come back to me l-love," his heart rips as he cries softly. For a brief moment, he lets your hand go taking the box from his pocket. He unclasped the dog tags from his neck, taking the engagement ring from the box, he slides the ring on before standing, gently he puts his necklace around your neck before sitting back down to hold your hand. "For when you wake, I'll ask you again, I know you'll come back. I love you so much" He kisses your hand again. “Marry me”.

~

"You've given me everything I need. Growing old and goofy with me is all I ever need," you smiled, cupping Bucky's face. "You don't need to promise me anything for me to come back to you; I'll always find my way back into your arms." Bucky smiles, holding his hand against yours as it cups his face. "I love you, James Bucky Barnes, and I'd want nothing else but to spend the rest of our life together. I love you," you whisper.

With your cheesy speech, Bucky's worries vanished, “how can I say no if you promised to be my goofy husband” he grinned. “I’m holding you to that” “I cannot wait to marry you doll” you hugged back onto him before replying. “Neither can I, Mr Barnes." nuzzling yourself into his chest him.

The last conversation you'd have until morning as you fell asleep into each other's arms.

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✨ | It All Started With A Book

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x wife!reader

Summary: You were a clueless beautiful soul roaming the streets of London, you didn't know that your best life would start with a book.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): fluff... (sorry, yes, I know I write a lot of it), mention of miscarriage.

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Italics = memories, past events

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Years ago...

You're enjoying the new book your best friend had gotten you for your birthday to read. It was indefinitely one of the best books you had read to date, especially since your best friend had made one of those DIY presents where you took a book and annotated it. She had highlighted many of her favourite quotes, essential plot points and, best of all, doodled all through the book.

Walking down the street, your headphones playing a mix of jazz and piano. Your mind and focus was sea deep within the book; it wasn't long until you had accidentally walked straight into someone's chest.

You gasp before snapping down to reach for your book that had fallen from your grasp, quickly trying to find the page number before getting back up. Finding the page you were on, you slide one of your paperclips on edge before looking back up to the person you had just bumped into.

"oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" you apologised profusely. This man you were apologising to was quite handsome, you thought. He looked down at you, giving a smile "no worries, darling", he rested a reassuring hand on the top of your shoulder. You gave a polite smile before tucking strands away from your face.

He was so enamoured by the way you clumsily fumbled with your headphones, "Sorry again," you shyly smiled at him before walking around both him and his friend. You chuckled to yourself as you dived right into the place you left off in your book.

~

Tom looked at his friend Benedict entirely stunned by your presence "she didn't even know who I was," he grinned. Tom continued to walk before Benedict could speak, "and she is so beautiful," he cheeses. Benedict feels the second-hand embarrassment, "not everyone knows who you are, Tom," he winks, to which Tom rolled his eyes.

"I should've asked for her number, huh?" He nudges his friend; Benedict stopped mid-walk, turning back to look in the direction you had walked in.

He squints a bit "well, I can still see her. I'd say go for it if you want". He smiled, shoving his hands into his pocket as the snow begins to fall. "I'll meet you at the restaurant?" Tom looked at his friend, who nodded. "You're a 35-year-old man; you can do what you'd like... but do not make me wait for my food", he joked. Tom patted Benedict's shoulder, giving him a look of thanks before running off in the direction you'd be walking in.

You're jamming out to the soft music that was singing through your ears when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You look up from your book to turn, seeing the same man you had bumped into minutes ago. Taking your headphones out, you looked at him curiously "uh... hi?" you kinda smiled at him.

"Hey... sorry, I know this is a bit unorthodox, but I couldn't help myself. You are beautiful," Tom smiled lightly as a blush rose on your cheeks "o-oh t-thanks," you shyly smiled back. He extended his glove covered hand. "My name is Tom", you took his hand into yours shaking it, "nice to meet you, Tom, I'm y/n", you spoke.

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime?" you chuckled a bit; this man is asking you on a date. You nodded lightly, grabbing your phone from the pocket of your warm trench coat. "here, add your number," you smiled to Tom, handing over your phone.

He gave you a sweet smile adding his number in before texting himself. He handed your phone back over to you, "I'll text you later tonight", he smiled. "u-uh yeah, sure". He leaned in to give a kiss to your cheek, "thank you so much, beautiful.", and with that, he was walking back the way he had come from. You stood there stunned, it was only your second week of being in London, and this was the first time you had anyone come up to you like he did. You liked it; this was definitely something that would not happen back home.

~

Tom smiles lightly, walking out of the restaurant, watching as you shivered, waiting for the uber you'd called to take you two home. Hands deep into your pocket, cluelessly looking around.

"Hey, my love", Tom smiled; you turned to see your tall husband walking towards you. "Hey", you grinned, walking as he stood right in front of you, pulling the hoodie of your puffy jacket over your head. It was snowing in London, and you both had just finished dining at your favourite restaurant.

He smiled, brushing your hair back into the hoodie away from your face. He pulled you in by the waist, hugging your body close to keep you warm. "Our uber is on its way," you told Tom, smiling up at him as you leaned on his chest. "Sounds good, it's pretty cold".

As you both waited for the Uber to arrive, his attention was on you; he had cupped your cheeks before planting a few soft kisses on your lips. In Tom's eyes, the height difference between the two of you was nothing but perfect, one of the things he loved about you. As you return his kiss, you snuggling into his chest as the puffiness of his jacket felt nice.

Your Uber pulled up, taking you both home. Your head rested on Tom's shoulder as you closed your eyes to rest. Tom thought the world of you when you had agreed to go out for coffee with him so long ago; Tom didn't expect that you'd still be with him for the long ride. He felt so lucky that he was the one who got to call you his wife.

~

"There you are; I've been looking for you everywhere, my love," Tom spoke softly as he watched you playing with the kids on the set of his latest film. It wasn't until your third date with Tom that he had told you he was an actor; you almost couldn't believe yourself that you didn't know who he was. When you told your friends about it, they couldn't believe you were dating the 'Tom Hiddleston'.

"Sorry", you smiled up at him, letting the small toddler play with his toys. He chuckled, "Don't worry, darling, shall we get going?" you nodded, waving goodbye to the small child you had been looking after. "Bye-bye", you giggled as he innocently waved back. You got up, wrapping one arm around Tom's torso as he did the same. "Where are we going, love?" you looked up to your boyfriend, who was all but smiling "you'll see".

That moment happened four years ago, and as you can guess, he proposed in the comfort of your own home. After exploring England and meeting Tom, you had opted to stay. You knew that this was where you were meant to be. Now, you had been married to this man for four years and known him for eight. The best choice you had ever made.

"Hey, we're home", Tom whispered to you, but all you could down was mumble. He chuckled at your response. Tom got out of the Uber before leaning back into the car; one arm went under your legs and the other around your back. He had lifted you out of the Uber bridal style, shutting the door with his foot after thanking the driver. Your head was rested on his shoulder softly sleeping, one ring of the doorbell, and the housekeeper had opened the door. Tom gave a nod of thanks walking the two of you inside and upstairs to your room.

Tom laid you gently on top of the bed, taking your shoes, scarf and coat off before tucking you under the sheets. He kissed your head, "goodnight" before making his way to his office for some late night work. It must've been at least 10pm when you had woken up in bed; you turned to snuggle with Tom realising he wasn't there. Sitting yourself up in your bed, you sighed sleepily, hopping out. You took a shower and changed into proper sleep clothes.

Switching on the kettle, you made both Tom and yourself a tea, grabbing a plate from the cupboard, you plated some biscuits as a late-night snack. You cursed yourself for going to sleep early; you had planned a surprise for Tom, but your fatigue beat you to it. You softly padded your way to your own office, grabbing the small gift you had wrapped days before.

You were pregnant, at least 4 months to be exact. Oddly enough, you had been keeping this secret from Tom for three of those months. He never once noticed a difference, but strangely he was more overprotective of you—more than usual. You called it paternal instinct, which always made you chuckle.

You clearly had a bump and wondered when he'd notice. You said to yourself that if he didn't figure it out by your anniversary, then you'd tell him, and of course, he did not notice. Slipping the gift onto your wrist, you carried both teas and the plate of biscuits steadily in your arms. You pushed the door open with your foot softly, smiling as you saw your husband working away on his computer.

"There you are", you whispered; Tom jumped up to help you with the teas, taking them from your hands, he set them on his desk. He embraced you in his arms, "Sorry, I fell asleep," you spoke, wrapping your arms around his torso listening to the beat of his heart.

"Don't worry about it, you were tired" you both pulled apart, taking a seat on the chair that sat on the other side of the desk. You took a sip of your tea, as did Tom. The silence was calm; it was like that with you two sometimes. You were silent, but it was a good silence. "I've got something for you, hun", you spoke up; Tom's attention was back on you.

A raised eyebrow, he observes as you set the small gift bag on in front of him. "What's this?" he curiously asked, taking the small gift into his hands. You chuckle lightly at his expression of interest. "a present that has been two years in the making.". You watched as he pulled out the wrapping tissue slowly.

~

You sat there crying softly to yourself in the bathroom. You had lost your baby. One both you and Tom had been trying to conceive for just over a few months. Tom held you in his arms, rocking the two of you back and forth; just as much as it hurt him, he knew it would hurt you even more. Both of you had been wanting a child for a while now, but you had trouble doing just that. When you got pregnant, both of you were over the moon.

But like all things, sometimes it never ends the way you'd like it to. You softly whimpered into the arms of your husband, telling him how sorry you were, that it was your fault, but he damn well made sure to tell you that it wasn't. That was life; it was life for many other women around the world.

You sat there for hours, both in each other's embrace. You both didn't say a word to each other because the silence, like many times before, brought you the comfort you needed.

When you found out you were pregnant again, you had a fear of telling Tom that you were pregnant. You didn't want to give him hope, it was so long since then, and now that it was happening, you feared losing the precious life you both created. You made sure to change your lifestyle in any way you could. You went to all your appointments. Made sure to watch and read everything you could on pregnancy, just so that you could tell your husband in confidence that both of you were expecting.

~

Leading to this very moment, the baby was healthy and growing at a stable rate. There were no problems, and your doctor assured you there weren't any. So as you watched Tom pull the small gift box out from the bag, your heart began to beat just a tad faster. He was already smiling, and he didn't know what it was you were giving him.

As he opened the box, his face fell, he saw it. The positive pregnancy test you took nearly five months ago. He began to cry, which of course, made you cry too. He looked up at you, holding the test and ultrasound in hand. You had gotten up from your seat and moved around his desk to sit in his lap; he rested his head on your chest, hugging your waist softly.

"Don't cry, my love", you spoke, wiping his tears with your PJ sleeve. He looked up at you, "a-are you serious?" he smiled happy tears. Nodding back to him, "I'm am 1000% serious. I'll be five months next week". He laughed ecstatic, resting a hand on your stomach; his thumb caressed it. "h-hold on, five months?" he spoke back tracking on your words. "I wanted to make sure that our baby was okay before I told you," you said, rubbing his cheek softly.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice... normally you're good with these things", you laughed." "I'm going to be a dad!" he spun the pair of you lightly in his chair as he hugged firmly onto you. "you are", you laughed.

You had waited for this moment to come; now that was here, there was this weird feeling that everything was going to be okay; it was Solace.

~

Four months later...

Here the two of you were, sitting side by side in the hospital bed. Tom holding his daughter as she slept peacefully in his arms. Your head rested against his shoulder, watching as she slept.

"She's finally here", you smiled, diverting your soft gaze up to your husband. "She is", he returned.

After you had surprised Tom that day, he was with you every step of the way. The next appointment you went to, you both found out you were having a girl. You had saved knowing the gender until he was with you.

The nurses came in with some paperwork for the pair of you to sign. You smiled as Tom had rested your daughter into her cot. Sitting back next to you he wrapped his arm around you.

You had that feeling, the same feeling you had when you were taking comfort in Ray Bradbury's Dandelion Wine. The book you'd been reading on your way home the day you bumped into him, without being so focused on the book's message you didn't know where you would've been.

"so." you spoke "so", he replied. You nodded, and Tom began to write down the name you both had been set on for months now. You and Tom's daughter came at the perfect time, and after the time you both had trying to get her here, you knew that she was Tom and your comfort; your home was now the three of you.

She was your Solace.

The click of the pen lulled you from your thoughts.

You both smiled as you read her official birth certificate. Perfect.

'Solace Mae Hiddleston'

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[teebarnes]

🌿 | Grateful For You.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x y/n :)

Summary: Bucky had another nightmare so he opts for the couch so he doesn't disturb you, but he should've known better when you came out with your blanket and pillow.

Word Count: 500ish words

Warning(s): fluff, (angst-ish?!?! well not at all but still there).

A/N: As always, GIF is not my own. A short-fic I had saved up in my drafts hehe. Thank you guys for reading, I hope you like this one :)

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Another nightmare of Bucky’s had awoken the pair of you. Sweat dripping down his forehead as his incomplete breaths override him. You smile lightly, placing a hand on his cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. Look at me,” you lightly whisper, which grabs his attention. He kisses the inner of your palm before shaking his head, “I’m going to go sleep in the lounge. Go back to sleep, doll,” he whispered back to you.

Bucky took a pillow and the blanket from the floating egg chair that homed your room, “Bucky…” you whispered soft and sadly, but he didn’t look back to you. You sighed, shaking your head. You got out of bed, grabbing your favourite pillow and the warm blanket you’d both been sleeping under. You shoved your phone and AirPods into your PJ pocket before walking out of your room down the hall, vision covered by the blanket and pillow you were gripping tightly onto.

You knew how he felt; he was scared of hurting you, making you feel anything but sad; this was something Bucky still struggled with. But you knew that in loving him, you weren’t going to leave him in his most profound and darkest moments. You’d want to be there to comfort him regardless. Your feet padded softly into the lounge peeking behind the blanket to see him lying on the ground facing the ceiling, one arm rested underneath the nook of his neck. In contrast, the other rested on his chest.

Without speaking, you walked softly towards him, dropping your blanket on the couch and setting your pillow up next to his on the floor. He turned to look at you “doll?” You looked at him and brought your index finger to your mouth, shaking your head. You sat on the floor next to Bucky, taking the blanket from the couch. Draping it over the both of you before lying down next to him, snuggling under it, you tuck the blanket more into his side before relaxing into his arms.

Bucky observed you as you grabbed your AirPods and phone, plugging one AirPod into your ear, turning to Bucky you plug the other into his. Searching through your Spotify, you find the old playlist you asked Steve to help you put together, a list of all Bucky’s favourite 40’s songs. Pressing play, you set your phone on the coffee table, turning to wrap one arm over him. He smiled gratefully, looking down at you, thanking you with his eyes. You reached your face to kiss his chin before lying in the nook of his arm and closing your eyes to sleep. His heartbeat slowed, content.

Closing his eyes, he fell asleep with you, you tucked into the nook of his arm, one hand on his chest, the music singing away the worries. In times like these, Bucky wondered how he got everso so lucky with you; you had come into his life when he least expected it. You proved to Bucky that he was capable of being loved, even when he thought he was too broken for anyone. You showed him love and understanding, and Bucky was more than okay for you to show him the way as long as it was always with you.

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