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Writing Prompt List

I decided to compile a list of my own prompts to use for future requests. (There are a total of 210 prompts).

Feel free to request a plot or idea with your prompt requests; but you do not have too.

*Made it into a bulleted list since people were not sending in the full prompts and just the numbers.

Angst/Emotional:

"All I've ever wanted is for you to see me."

"When did you stop loving me?"

"Just please open your eyes."

"Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me."

"Just please, don't leave me."

"When was the last time you said you loved me, and meant it?"

"Why does everyone always leave?"

"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop."

"Forget it. Just like you forget everything else."

"I never ask for help because I'm not sure I know how."

"It's alright to feel broken every once and a while. And it's alright to take time to heal."

"I feel like I'm falling apart."

"What is it about me that isn't good enough?"

"I wish I was brave."

"Whats the point in trying if only one of us is willing to?"

"You almost died and you're making jokes?"

"I'm scared."

"I don't need you to tell me who I am!"

"I don't miss you. I miss us."

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"I can't lose you." "You already did."

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

"Will you even miss me at all?"

'“You weren’t there...why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren't there!”

“I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy."

“If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

"Whatever you do, don't let go."

"You don't have to hide your tears from me."

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

"You said we'd be together forever, but I guess forever really isn't that long."

"I'm not leaving you here."

"You left without saying goodbye."

"For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!"

"Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain."

"Whatever you do, do not turn around."

"No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving."

"You said you wouldn't leave, and then you did."

"I'm a fool for believing you meant what you said."

"For what it's worth, I never gave up on you."

"You are not your past."

"Don't look at me like that."

"This is the third time you've broken a promise to me, I'm starting to think you are doing it on purpose."

"Whatever you do, do not close your eyes."

"I know you're tired, but you have to stay awake."

"I'll come back for you, I promise."

“You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?” “Because it’s not just one person…it’s you.”

"I'm just tired of being tired."

"Whatever you do, do not make a sound."

"I always said I'd die for you." "I didn't think you meant literally."

Fluff/Romantic:

"I just cant see myself ever living without you."

"If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you."

"The closest thing to love at first sight I've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you."

"I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."

"Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?"

"You owe me a kiss."

"Go with me?" "Only if you hold my hand."

"I'd feel much better if you'd let me walk you home."

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

“You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.”

"I've never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more."

"You're telling me you believe in love at first sight?" "I'm starting too."

"I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep."

"Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

"You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

"All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home."

"They don't compare to you. No one does."

"I thought I had the worst luck, until I met you."

"No matter how much time we've spent apart, I never stopped loving you."

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met."

"I think I'm in love with you."

"You brought me breakfast?" "Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I'd make sure you ate something."

"Everything feels right when you are with me."

"I don't care what others say, I want to be with you and that's all that matters to me."

"You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."

"I'll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren't worthy of being loved."

"I wasn't sure what love really felt like until I met you."

"You owe me." "I owe you $20 not a day of pretending to be your boy/girl-friend to get your parents off you're back."

"I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want."

"Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance."

"You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied."

“I want you. All of you, and not just halfheartedly, but wholly. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care.”

"Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don't want to be alone with my thoughts." "'l'll stay for as long as you need."

"You are my family."

"We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?"

"Take my jacket, I don't want you catching a cold."

"I'd wait a thousand lifetimes for you, because you are worth waiting for. So when you are ready. I'll be right here."

"I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you."

“I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”

"Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

"Can I kiss you?"

"I don't want you to die for me, I want you to live for me."

"I can't remember the last time I laughed like this."

"How long have you had this planned?" "Since the moment I fell in love with you."

"You came all the way here for me?"

"Why are you staring at me?" "Because I think you're beautiful."

"I think I'm falling in love with you." "I think I'm okay with that."

"What are you doing here?" "I wanted to see if you were okay."

"The world gets a little brighter when your around."

"They say we wont last." "Then lets prove them wrong."

Miscellaneous:

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

"I've never told you that before."

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

"At least it couldn't get any worse." "I really wish you hadn't said that."

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

"I'm telling you, I'm haunted."

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

"Wake me up when it's over."

“Next problem… we might die."

"Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you”

“I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

"Abort mission, I repeat abort mission." "What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?" "Yeah, and they're too attractive. I can never speak to them again."

"At least I kept my promise."

"I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you."

"...Did you just sniff me?"

"I hope you find it someday." "Find what?" "Whatever it is you're looking for."

"Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you."

"Are you alright?" "Yeah, why?" "You look mad." "That's just my face..."

"You can't get rid of me that easily."

“You don’t actually have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

"Since when did you open a bakery in your house?" "Since I got bored."

"Can someone explain to me, in not so many words, why they are here?"

"I don't think I'm alone in here."

"This place creeps me out."

"I thought I saw something."

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" "Why didn't you text?"

"You're bleeding." "No shit."

"In case you haven't heard, there is a bounty on your head." "Is that why you're here? To kill me and take the bounty?" "No. I'm here to protect you."

“For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

“Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.”

"Close your eyes and hold out your hand."

"I hate that I let you convince me to do this"

"We really need to stop meeting like this. "Then stop breaking into my house!"

"Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!" "I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here." "You gave me a heart-attack!"

"What are you doing here?" "I got locked out of my house." "Again?"

"Run."

"I can't stand you!" "Then sit down."

"Where are we going?" "It's a surprise." "I hope the surprise involves food."

"You wont regret it!" "Already am."

"I like being wanted." "You should NOT like be wanted by the police!"

“I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.”

"What happened?" "Do you want the long version or the short version?" "Uh, short?" "I made a mistake." "Okay, long version." "I made a very very big mistake."

"Do you take constructive criticism?" "Not without crying."

"Are we all on the same page?" "Yes. Just of different books."

"Why did you break up with them?" My dog didn't like them, and that is never a good sign."

"I'm sorry were you talking to me? I tend to zone out whenever you stark speaking."

"What happened to your hand?" "I hit my hand on something." "On what?" "Your ex's face."

"I heard that!" "You were supposed to!"

"I've been thinking-" "Uh-oh"

"If I survive this, I'm killing you."

Scenario Prompts: *For prompts with Characters A and B; you can choose who is who in your request (who is reader and/or character)

Huddled together to keep warm.

Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.

Character A comes to talk to Character B, pretending to be B's s/o when a stranger is making B uncomfortable. Leads to them asking B out on an actual date.

Running from dangerous person or monster.

Hunting down dangerous person or monster.

Separated forcefully or for reasons you can't control, run into each other again years later on accident.

Get locked in somewhere together.

Continuously running into one another for days after having a meet cute.

Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it's on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them.

Caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Size difference hug; they engulf you.

You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

Character A can tell Character B is getting nervous in a big crowd, so A slips their hand into theirs to help them calm down.

The panic between thinking you lost them and the relief of seeing they are okay.

Character A teaching B to ice skate/roller skate.

B taking care of A when they are sick.

Holding hands underneath the table.

Bandaging the other and then kissing the injury gently.

A surprises B with a picnic.

Getting stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel.

B sitting/standing behind A and leaning into them as they show/teach them how to do something.

A kisses B, but A can tell there is no feeling behind it anymore.

As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

B comforting A as they wake up from a nightmare.

A realizing that they have feelings for B when they see them with someone else.

B bringing A hand-picked flowers.

Thinking you are alone in the house but you hear a noise upstairs.

B buys A's dream house and surprises them.

Cliff/floor breaks out beneath A and as they fall B manages to grab their hand at the last second.

A leaves baked goods for B anonymously, but B already knows that it's A.

B surprises A with a cake for their birthday even though A forgot what day it was/or didn't know B knew it was their birthday.

Sharing an umbrella.

Walking together and it starts to rain, so they grab your hand and you start running until you can find somewhere to escape getting wet.

A and B meet randomly, B finds out A is on an important mission or quest and decides to go with them to protect them/watch over them.

Fake date to a wedding; leads to confession.

A game of 20 questions that ends with "Can I kiss you?"

There's a big storm going on outside while A is at B's house, so B insists they sleep over.

A hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okay.

B just moved to town and really only knows A (just met). B is being followed or is lost and calls A for help. Of course they come to help and it turns into a date of sorts.

A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B's shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A.

Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours.

Looking around for the shirt you left at your s/o's house; only to find it in a drawer with other clothes and items you've left.

B get's so nervous about their dinner date with A that they accidentally make enough food to feed ten people.

A hand written love lover left at your doorstep.

B dancing to music as their cooking or cleaning, and as they spin around A suddenly appears, grabbing onto B and continuing to dance with them.

A grabs B's hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

A keeps catching B (a stranger) staring at them from across the room and feels self conscious, until B finds them later and tells them that they couldn't stop staring out of awe/attraction.

A and B realizing they were holding hands the entire time the moment they had to let go. (after getting scared, nervous, frightened, etc.)

A buying B groceries because they knew they forgot to buy themselves food again.

B is sad because they accidentally threw something important away. A shows up later with said thing, smelling like trash.

A finding a hand-sketched photo of them on B's desk.

B hearing A sing for the first time (due to karaoke, or walking in on them, etc.) and being surprised at how good they sound.

B helping A step down from a high place by taking their hand, and then not letting go as they continue to walk.

Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.

Dancing around the living room of the first home you've bought together.

Long distance relationship; receiving a good morning text every morning, until one day you don't. You are worried, but then there is a knock at your door.

B is sunshine, rainbows and kindness. A is night, rain-clouds and anger. But when A meets B, they bask in the sunshine and never want to leave.

A asking B on a date until they say yes.

B asking A to attend a wedding with them, to get out of going with someone their parents tried to set them up with.

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this made my oh so shitty day 100 times better, thanks love🤍

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haven’t written or posted anything in literally forever but i’m slowly making my way back on here so here it is

thanks to @speechlessxx for tagging me🤍

water writer

Just like water, you carry your readers in a new world, and they just can’t do anything but follow. Your poetic writing allures the readers in with beautiful words, just for them to find themselves on the deepest oceans floors, where you make them taste pain in its sweetest form. Water writers are the gentlest liars, they show the readers a small stream, and no one can see the waterfall at the end. If you were a tag, you would definitely be ‘Everything is Beautiful But Everything Hurts’. Cliffhangers are one of your strong points that, mixed with your incredible versatility, make you a great writer. Your stories have a deep meaning, and never miss to leave traces on your readers hearts. You don’t limit yourself, you like to explore the deepest parts in the human soul, and that’s why readers can sometimes find MCD in your stories. Your endings tend to be sad or open, and your stories have the power to drag your readers with you, from the highest waves of a storm, and to the darkest secrets of the ocean.

what do we think?

i’m tagging @worksby-d @saiyanprincessswanie @sapphirescrolls and anyone else who wants to participate🤍

what kind of writer are you?

FIRE WRITER

You burn. In the night, under the hot sun, you burn. You shine in the darkest nights, bringing to your readers an immortal fire. No one is able to portray feelings better than you. Emotions burn your characters, making them matches in dark rooms, lighting up everything, and burning from their own hands. Your best is shown in short stories, where the flames of your character’s souls can burn brighter than ever, and become ashes. Your stories hold the most passionate love, soft sighs whispered against a lover’s skin, and the neon lights of a night club. Pain is your second name, and you don’t mind it. Wars, betrayal, yearning, a/b/o and enemy to lovers are your favorite tropes. But when you decide to comfort, the fierce fire that burns in your soul becomes the warm hug of a blanket in a cold day. Established relationships, per-relationship fluff and medical fics are great at showing this softer side of you. Keep burning, and show everyone how hard a fire can burn, even in the coldest of the nights.

-> i love this sm oh my god, lemme give you some pain and some solace ✨💗

tagging some moots: @winter-james @belowva @golden-bucky @ritesofreverie

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Fanfiction isn’t written for you, it’s shared with you.

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Could you write something 'bout Chris congratulating yn in public and privately 'cause it's mother's day and she's dodger's mom? 🥺

mother's day

pairing: chris evans x female!black!reader

warnings: age gap, language, fluff

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i love this idea so much, thanks for giving me the opportunity to write it🤍

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape or form or reposted on any other platform

picture credit: @chrisevans on instagram

You groan softly, before turning around and stopping your alarm.

It’s Sunday, which normally meant no alarm and sleeping in, but you had plans. Today is Mother’s Day. You normally spent it with your mother going out for brunch, shopping, going to the movies, etc. but in the last year, you had moved in with Chris and he lived really far away from your parents’ house. You had told your mom that you were going to call her, first thing this morning, to make up for not being able to be with her.

Since you were in Boston with Chris, you were going to be spending Mother’s Day at his mom’s house. This meant a big dinner, but it also meant you had to make some food to take it there.

Every single time you went to Lisa’s house, you always brought something whether it was a meal, dessert, wine or a gift. And every single time you brought something, she said you didn’t have to do that. You couldn’t help it though; it was just how you were raised. Your parents always told you to never show up empty-handed when someone invited you to their home and that’s exactly what you did.

Today, you were making apple pie for dessert which meant fresh apples and going to the grocery store right at the opening.

Rubbing your eyes, you push the covers off your body and walk to the ensuite bathroom. While brushing your teeth, you take your phone and open Instagram. The first post you see is one that Scott posted a couple of minutes ago. The first picture is a collage of a bunch of pictures of him and his mom. You smile softly at their smiles in the pictures. Sliding, you see other collages with pictures of Scott’s friends and their kids. You double-click on the post, leaving a like, and slide down to the second post. Of course, it’s Chris’ post to his mom. The first picture is an old picture of them holding each other and smiling. You slide and see that the second picture is from when he took her to the Winter Soldier premiere. You double-click again, liking the post. You’re about to put your phone down to take a shower but see a bunch of notifications appearing on your screen.

Confused, you refresh your Instagram feed and see a new post by Chris appearing at the top. You frown, seeing yourself from the back in the first picture. You slide down to the caption and gasp softly as you read it: “Also, happy Mother’s Day to this beautiful woman! We may not have any babies but you sure as hell are Dodger’s mom. Kinda hate that he likes you more than me now but it’s okay because I love you💙”

You smile as you go through the pictures he posted. The first one is a picture you didn’t even know he had taken from when Dodger, Chris and you had gone on a picnic a couple of days ago. The second is a pretty dark and blurry picture that he obviously hid to take. You recognize the angle being from the entrance of the living room. You were laying on the couch, engulfed in a fluffy blanket, with Dodger laying in front of you, his head resting on your stomach. You smile softly, remembering that day.

It was a couple of months ago and you were on your period. You normally didn’t have really big cramps but the stress you were feeling had intensified them and you were almost unable to move. When Chris had come back from work, seeing you laying on the couch in pain, he had gone right back out to get you a bunch of food to satisfy your cravings and half a dozen hot compresses because he wasn’t sure which one you would like.

Chuckling softly, you slide to the last picture, slightly cringing at your appearance. It was a screenshot from a FaceTime call, right after you had moved in with Chris. He had to leave for a few weeks to film and you were alone with Dodger, who always wanted to see Chris before you hung up. In the picture, you had clearly just woken up and were laughing, probably at something Chris said, with half of Dodger’s face mid-bark in the frame.

You like the post and scroll through a couple of comments, some nice, others not so much, before putting your phone down.

While in the shower, your mind goes back to a conversation you had with Chris recently. It was after your first big fight.

Everyone knew Chris wanted kids and you obviously did too. But he had brought it up accusingly when you were exhausted and anxious and you had blurted out that you didn’t want kids. It wasn’t really the truth because you did want kids. And you wanted them with Chris, but you weren’t ready. After you had said that, you had a screaming match with Chris that ended up with you sleeping in the guest room, not that much sleeping was done. Halfway through the night, Chris had knocked on the door, asking if you were awake, and you talked to each other, explaining both of your viewpoints: you felt like you weren’t ready to be a good mom to a child because you were still dealing with trauma from when you were younger, and Chris felt like his clock was running out. After talking to each other, you had settled on kids in the near future, but not right now.

Getting dressed after your shower, you think about the fact that you hadn’t heard a peep from Chris since you had woken up. Considering it was Sunday and Mother’s Day, you knew he couldn’t have scheduled a meeting today. He sometimes ran or worked out on Sundays, but you had been up for almost 2 hours now.

Walking to the kitchen, you open your Messages app, ready to send him a text asking where he is when you hear, “Dodge, stop, let it go.”

Frowning, you start deleting the message when you hear, “Happy Mother’s Day!”

You shriek, startled, before letting out, “Holy shit!”

You look up at the dining room that is completely decorated. There are colorful banners all around the walls and the table is filled with food from waffles and pancakes to fruits and drinks. Finally, Chris and Dodger are standing in the corner of the room in front of balloons that spell out “MMO❤️”. You frown, tilting your head. Chris’s smile falters as he turns around, groaning, “Dodger, I told you to stop moving the balloons.”

He turns around completely, arranging the balloons to say “MOM❤️” and turns back around, saying, “Ta-da!”

You laugh loudly before walking to Chris, hugging him.

“When did you have time to do all this?”

Chris smiles, holding your waist, before yawning and saying, “I got up at like 6 to make all the food and then I got the balloons when the mall opened at 8.”

You wrap your arms around Chris before kissing his cheek.

“Well, thank you, I love it. And I love you.”

You bite your bottom lip, flicking your eyes down to his lips, before leaning towards him. Chris smirks, letting his hand slide to your butt cheek, softly squeezing it before you hear a small whine. You stop moving, slowly looking down. Dodger looks up at you with his big brown eyes, rubbing his snout on your leg.

You smile softly, letting go of Chris before bending down and petting his head.

“You want some love too, huh, Dodge?”

You rub the back of Dodger’s ears, hearing a click sound. You turn around, seeing Chris with his phone in his hand. You smile, saying, “Did you just take a picture?”

Chris smiles softly, “No?”

You chuckle, sitting down and gesturing at Chris to join you. Chris takes one of your hands in his and pets Dodger with the other. You alternate looking at Chris and Dodger before sighing and cupping Chris’ face in your hands. You kiss him softly, leaning back and saying, “I love you, baby.”

Chris smiles softly, replying, “I love you too.”

You look down, sighing softly. Chris lifts your head up, giving you a knowing look, “What’s wrong, baby?”

You chuckle at how perfectly he knows you.

“I know I said I wasn’t ready, but I think maybe I am.”

Chris’ smile widens slowly before he says, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

You nod your head excitedly and Chris lunges at you, tackling you to the ground, planting kisses all over your face. You laugh softly, hearing Dodger bark, before he excitedly starts jumping around Chris and you.

Chris leans back slightly before whispering, “You’re gonna be the best mom, I just know it.”

You smile softly, kissing his cheek and wrapping your arms around him.

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Some reader, lightly commenting on my fic: hey i liked this.

me, me eyes enormous: you COMMENT me? you comment on my fic, like the story? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!

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better for you

pairing: chris evans x female!black!reader

warnings: age gap, angst, language

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this lowkey sucks and is very poorly edited, i’m sorry but on the plus side, i surpassed 400 followers yesterday!! so thank you to those 400+ people🤍🤍

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape of form or reposted on any other platform

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You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person. Much less a jealous girlfriend. Not at all. Never had and you thought you never would.

You had practically raised yourself as your parents had always been more preoccupied with their jobs. You loved your parents, you really did, but when your high school counselor told you that you could graduate high school a year and a half early, you took the opportunity to start college immediately and move out of your parents’ house. This drastic change when you were so young made you become extremely independent. Which is why your relationship with Chris worked almost perfectly. You valued your independence, as he did his, and you respected his independence, as he did yours.

As a corporate lawyer that had multiple firms around the country, you traveled a lot, needing to meet with clients. Chris, as an actor, also traveled a lot.

You both trusted the other without a doubt at the beginning of the relationship despite that Chris was, at first, a little wary of being with someone as young as you. As a 24-year-old, he thought that you should be living your life, partying, sleeping with whomever you wanted without being tied down, but you had explained to him that despite your age, those were not the things that you wanted.

You and Chris were truly made for each other, knowing the other more than they knew themselves. You would even dare to call yourselves soulmates.

Which is why you could not fathom why you were in your current situation.

You had left early in the day for California, where you were overseeing the opening and start-up of your newest firm. Chris, on the other hand, had left 3 days ago to go on some trip his publicist had arranged for him. You hadn’t bothered asking what it was about, assuming that it was about ASP. Plus, you didn’t mind it: he had to do what he had to do.

But now, you couldn’t believe yourself.

You were sitting on your hotel bed, in a white and fluffy robe, fresh out of the shower. Your computer was open in front of you, the TV was blaring the news and you had your phone in your hand. It was almost 11pm but you had been doing this for at least 3 hours. All three electronics were talking about the same thing: Are Chris Evans and Lily James dating??

It was a bit your fault that people gave themselves the right to assume things like that, to be honest, since you had been the one to pressure Chris about keeping your relationship secret. You knew that people would talk and judge you for your 15-year age gap. You, personally, didn’t care and neither did Chris but his career was dependent on his public image and you didn’t want to hold him back, especially not at a pivotal moment in his life like right now.

So, you had agreed on telling your families and your very close friends and Chris had convinced you to let him tell his publicist, Megan. God, she fucking hated you. When Chris arranged for you guys to meet, she had called you “a walking, breathing PR disaster”. You had laughed it off calling her funny, but you knew that she was 100% serious. You really shouldn’t have been surprised that she would do something so fucked up at some point.

A bunch of different news outlets were pumping out new stories every 30 minutes, each article a little more detailed than the previous. It was all over the Internet and it seemed to be the only thing that people cared about today.

Considering the 8-hour difference between London and San Francisco, you hadn’t been able to talk to Chris at all since you got to your hotel. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to talk to him. He hadn’t even tried to talk to you. Why was he avoiding you and acting like he had something to hide?

You’re reading the latest Daily Mail article on your computer about how Chris and Lily apparently got to his hotel in the same car when you hear your phone ring on the nightstand. You don’t even bother looking at the caller ID as you reach for your phone, eyes still glued to your computer and answer,

“Hello?”

You hear a loud exhale on the other end of the phone before you hear Chris’ tired voice, “Baby, hi.”

You tense up slightly before asking, trying to seem nonchalant, “What’s up?”

“Have you watched the news today?”

You bite your lip, thinking, before replying, lying through your teeth, “No, why? What’s going on?”

Chris sighs again before answering, “Nothing, it’s fine. How was your day?”

You roll your eyes. Was he seriously not going to say anything?

“Fine, but it’s really late and I have to get up early tomorrow so good night.”

You hang up the phone before Chris can answer anything. You throw the phone at the end of your bed, frustrated beyond belief.

You continue to read the Daily Mail article as you hear a message coming in. You don’t bother to get up to pick up your phone as you see the message appear on your computer screen a couple of seconds later.

chris💙, 11:01pm:

Good night baby girl. Good luck tomorrow🤍

You groan loudly at his message. Even when he had pissed you the fuck off, his words still brought butterflies to your stomach.

You disregard his message and finish reading the article. You roll your eyes as you close your computer and get up to put it on the hotel desk. As you’re walking back to bed, you take your phone from the end of the bed and put it on its charger, ready to go to bed.

You’re not sure how you manage to fall asleep that night as your mind swirls with unending thoughts.

When your alarm wakes you up at 6am the next day, you feel groggy, having slept very badly last night. Which was to be expected.

You get up and change while eating a protein bar before heading to the hotel gym: you needed to do something to get your energy up. Once you finish your workout, you head back to your room to get ready for the day.

When you get out of the shower, you open your computer and, having left the Daily Mail website open last night, you see a new article posted 2 minutes ago: Chris Evans and Lily James seen on a date in a London park.You groan loudly, closing your computer as you hear that your cell phone is receiving multiple texts.

You reach for your phone on the hotel desk and your eyes widen as you see your lock screen.

5 missed calls

12 messages

You open your Phone app seeing one call from Chris, two from your best friend, one from your brother and one from your mom.

You open the Messages app as a new message from your brother comes in.

will, 7:31am:

When did you break up with your boyfriend? And why didn’t you tell me?

you, 7:32am:

i didn’t

yet

will, 7:32am:

You know i’m gonna fucking murder him right?

You smile fondly at your brother’s concern, chuckling softly as you type your reply.

you, 7:33am:

as you should(:

You open the rest of your messages, mostly asking the same thing. You didn’t feel like talking about it anymore so, you ignore them until you get to your conversation with Chris.

chris💙, 5:22am:

Hey, I’m sure you’ve seen the articles by now.

I’m so sorry

Call me when you can, please. I really need to talk to you.

You bite your lip as you think about what to answer. You didn’t have the energy to deal with this right before your firm’s opening. Shaking your head, you lock your phone, putting it back on the desk, getting dressed.

As you get back to your hotel room, exhausted from your day, you hear your phone signal an incoming text for the millionth time today.

You sigh loudly: you knew it was Chris texting you again. You had been ignoring his texts all day because you didn’t want to get in a bad mood while you were opening the firm.

You put your purse and work bag on the floor, unlocking your phone. You open the conversation with Chris, scrolling through his messages.

chris💙, 6:15pm:

I’m leaving a bit earlier than I planned, I should be home tomorrow morning.

Are you back in Boston or are you gonna stay in LA?

You sigh, feeling guilty that you had been ignoring his texts all day. You start typing a reply, your finger hovering over the send button for a couple of seconds before clicking on it.

you, 6:17pm:

i’m still in san francisco i’m leaving tomorrow morning

As soon as your message goes through, you see the three dots pop up in the conversation.

chris💙, 6:17pm:

Oh my God, hi. Are you okay?

Can I call you?

You chew on your bottom lip: you really didn’t think he was going to answer that fast.

you, 6:18pm:

i’m about to take a shower then i’m gonna go to bed i’m really tired sorry

chris💙, 6:18pm:

Okay, I’m sorry

Good night

You groan loudly. You really didn’t know why you felt so guilty: he was the one running around with another woman. As you think about this, you realize that you didn’t really know who she was.

You shake your head at yourself as you pull up Google on your phone and look for her. You don’t even realize it but, 20 minutes later, you were now at the oldest post on her Instagram.

You curse at yourself, dropping your phone on your bed, and head to the shower.

You stay under the hot stream of the shower for at least an hour before you finally get out, toweling off.

You order some room service for dinner, settling down in front of a random show playing on the TV. After pushing your food around for half an hour, you sigh loudly, put the tray on the hotel desk and get under the covers before finally falling asleep.

You had not slept very well so you had been in a rush to leave the hotel and catch your flight to LAX in the morning. You were exhausted and hungry when you got to your shared LA home with Chris but there was no food in sight, considering that neither of you had been here in a couple of months.

As it was not too late in the day, you decide to take a nap and order some food after.

When you wake up a few hours later, the sun has already completely set and the house is pitch black. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and take your phone before heading to the living room to order some food.

As you enter the kitchen and are about to head to the living room, you hear a deep voice, “Hey, you’re up.”

Taken by surprise, you throw your phone in the direction of the sound and scream, “Holy shit!”

“Ow… What the fuck?”

You’re breathing heavily, clutching your chest as you turn on the kitchen lights, brightness illuminating the area as you see Chris holding the side of his head.

“Jesus Christ, Chris! You almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”

Chris rubs at his head as he looks towards you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Your heartbeat starts to slow down as you roll your eyes.

“What are you even doing here?”

Chris frowns and replies, “Well, you never told me where you were going to be but when I got back to Boston and you weren’t there, I assumed you were coming here.”

You groan silently, crossing your arms over your chest and raising your eyebrows,

“So, London seemed to be very fun.”

Chris shakes his head, looking up at the ceiling, before making eye contact with you, “I didn’t know that’s what the trip was about.”

You chuckle humorlessly, “Really, Chris? Since when do you go on trips, not knowing what they’re about?”

Chris exhales loudly, taking a couple of steps towards you, “I promise that I didn’t know. Megan planned everything and just sent me the info.”

You snort loudly, rolling your eyes. Chris frowns before asking, “What?”

“Megan, Chris? Really? She fucking hates me, of course she would pull a stunt like this.”

Chris frowns again, shaking his head, “What are you talking about? She doesn’t hate you.”

You laugh, this time, actually finding this funny, “Chris, she literally called me a walking disaster.”

Chris struggles to find an answer to that: he knew that Megan used this exact kind of formulation so he couldn’t deny it.

“And you know what? It’s fine. Maybe you really should be dating her instead of me.”

Chris’ face contorts in a mix of hurt and anger, “Why the fuck would you say something like that?”

“Because it’s true, Chris. She’s better for you. She’s actually your age, not a fucking child compared to you. She can give you the things you want from life that I can’t. Maybe it’s better that way.”

“What way?”

You shrug your shoulders, looking at your feet, mumbling, “If we weren’t together.”

Chris scoffs, “You literally have to be kidding me.”

Chris takes large steps, making his way towards you and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Y/N, I’ve told you before and I will tell you again. I do not give a shit about your age. And I thought you didn’t either. So, what’s the problem here?”

You bite your bottom lip nervously, “Because what if what Megan said is true? I mean… If people find out that we’re dating, the shit talking would never stop. I can’t do that to you.”

Chris sighs, enveloping you in a hug.

“Baby, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters if we’re not together.”

He lets you go, stroking your cheek, “You’re it for me. There is no one better for me than you. And no one is going to take that away from us. Not you. Not Megan. And certainly not my fans. If they love me as much as they say they do, then they’ll respect you.”

You chuckle slightly, “Chris, I don’t know what kind of fantasy you live in, but in real life, that’s not how things go.”

“Okay, but who cares? There’s two people in this relationship, you and me. Not you, me, Megan and my fans.”

You scoff, mumbling, “Yeah, tell Megan that.”

“I will. The same goes for her. I didn’t know she actually meant those things about you and I’ll tell her that she needs to knock that shit off.”

You sigh, nodding slightly, “Okay.”

“And, baby, I’m sorry.”

You furrow your brows, trying to understand, “I never should have agreed to Megan’s little plan thing. But, most importantly, I should have told you as soon as I knew. It’s just that I kinda owed Lily a favor and she needed this. But it doesn’t erase the fact that I should have been honest with you and I’m sorry I wasn’t.”

You sigh, “I know, it’s okay. I knew this kind of thing could happen when I decided to be with you, and I overreacted a bit so I’m sorry too. I knew it wasn’t true and I should have asked you about it instead of ignoring you. I just… couldn’t let go of the fact that maybe you should be with her.”

Chris shakes his head, “I shouldn’t. And I never will be.”

Chris laughs a bit before continuing, “Sorry, but you’ll have to try harder to get rid of me.”

You laugh loudly, throwing your head back. Looking back at Chris, you smile warmly before hugging him,

“I love you, Chris. Like, a lot.”

Chris chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “I love you too.”

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appearances pt. 2

pairing: 40s!bucky barnes x female!black!reader

warnings: language, angst, mentions of racism a bit?

word count: 2.3k

part 1

a/n: got a lot of people asking for part 2 and it gave me a burst of inspiration so there you go! hope it exceeds your expectations:) fair warning though, this has barely been edited sorry

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After Bucky left the hospital the day you officially broke up with him, you gave him his ring back after your shift. As you had told him, he couldn’t spend all that money to have the ring sit in your room, collecting dust.

Since that day, you hadn’t seen him nor Steve. You knew that Steve still came around the hospital because his name was all over the log sheets, as per usual, but he was apparently making sure to avoid you whenever you were working.

Today, it had officially been 5 weeks since you had last seen Bucky and Steve. You had worked all day and were exhausted but still stayed up to have dinner with your family. You were starting to get very busy, and you knew that there would probably be a while before you could all spend some time together.

As usual, Saturday dinner was special in your house. Everyone cooked together and you all dressed up a bit before eating dinner, having family game night and ending the night with a movie.

You were currently finishing dinner when the doorbell rang. You were confused because your family’s friends knew that Saturday nights shouldn’t be disturbed.

Your mom gently wipes her mouth before saying, “I’ll get it.”

She gets up and walks to the door.

Your dad looks at you, “Were you expecting anyone?”

You frown and shake your head, “No. You know I never invite people over on Saturdays.”

Your dad hums in agreement and you continue to eat. You look over at your sister. She was in her early teens, which also meant rebellion against the family rules.

Sensing eyes on her, she looks up at you.

You mouth, “Was it you?”

Your sister shakes her head, looking slightly offended that you would think that.

You’re about to get up and see what’s taking your mom so long but you hear the door close and her light footsteps making their way back to the dining room. However, she’s clearly not alone as you can hear a pair of heavy boots walking right behind her accompanied by a pair of footsteps lighter than the first pair but louder than your mom.

Your mom enters the dining room, behind you, and announces, “Everyone, this is James and Steve.”

You turn around, taking a sip of water. When you see Bucky and Steve in front of you, you gasp loudly.

However, your brain had momentarily forgotten that you were drinking water and you feel a surge of water coming through your mouth up to your nose.

You cough loudly, trying to clear your airways as your mom frowns and pats your back trying to help.

You can feel that everyone is staring at you and your dad asks, “Jesus, Y/N, what happened?”

You cough again a couple of times before vaguely gesturing to your throat and barely squeaking out, “Water went down the wrong pipe.”

You wipe the tears that had fallen from your eyes and look at Steve and Bucky pointedly. Bucky gives you a slight smile before clearing his throat.

“We’re really sorry for interrupting your dinner. It’s just that Stevie here is very sick and the only nurse that’s ever been able to help him was Y/N. When we went to the hospital, she wasn’t there so we thought we would go straight to the source.”, Bucky finishes, flashing his large smile.

You turn back to your family and your dad stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You chuckle nervously and get up quickly before dragging Steve outside with you.

You slam the back door close and turn towards him with wide eyes.

“Steve, what the fuck?!”

He raises his hands in surrender and stutters out, “I’m sorry! I told him it was a bad idea, but he wouldn’t listen to me and he practically forced me here!”

You pace back and forth in front of him before stopping with your back to him, “Wait… What is a bad idea? What’s the plan here?”

You whip around and stare at Steve with wide eyes, “Steve, what the hell is going on?”

Steve’s mouth opens but no words come out as he stares right back at you.

You groan and turn towards the door to go back inside.

“No, stop!”, Steve screams while pulling your arm back with surprising force. As soon as you’re facing him again, he immediately lets go of you and puts his arms back to his side.

“I have… an earache! Can you check it out?”

You stare at Steve, an incredulous look plastered on your face. You put your hands on your hips and say, “First of all, I don’t even have my equipment because we are literally in my backyard! Second of all, even if I did, I highly doubt you have a magical earache that developed in the last three seconds.”

Steve’s shoulders hunch as he sighs loudly, “Fine.”

Your anger dissipates as you see Steve’s desperation, “Okay, Steve, look… I’m not mad but you have to tell me what’s going on.”

Steve sits in one of the chairs in your backyard and exhales before saying, “After Bucky and I left the hospital, he spent all day trying to find ways to get you back. Then, you swung by that night and gave him his ring back. It destroyed him.”

You feel your heart squeeze in your chest at Steve’s words. You sit down on a chair in front of him and gesture at him to continue.

“He wouldn’t eat or move or do anything for two weeks. I started to get really worried. I had to force him to eat little bites of food and drink sips of water every day. I even asked his sister to come by to talk to him, but it didn’t change anything. Or at least, at first, it didn’t. A week after his sister came, I woke up and he was up and about, making breakfast, humming, everything. When I asked him what changed, he said that he realized that he was never gonna get you back by staying in bed, waiting to die. Then, he started to concoct this whole plan about how he was gonna win you back. He never told me what the actual plan was because he said that he knew I was going to try to talk him out of it. So, to be honest, I don’t really know what he’s doing in there.”

You gape at Steve, speechless.

“But, Steve, what am-”

“Y/N, get in here right now!”

Your father’s loud voice sounding throughout the backyard makes Steve and you jump. You look at Steve, a desperate look on your face, while he looks back at you, looking sorry. You get up and walk back to the house, feeling Steve follow after you.

When you enter the house, you see your mom and sister sitting on the couch while Bucky is sitting on the loveseat that’s in front.

You walk slowly to the living room and stop at the threshold, not wanting to be stuck in the middle of this situation. Your dad closes the back door and sits next to your sister on the couch.

You look at your dad, expectantly, before he says, “So, James was telling us that you were in a relationship. Said that he tried proposing to you but you told him no because of appearances and all.”

You groan and look at Bucky, throwing your hands in the air, “Bucky, what the hell? Why would you do that?”

All your family members furrow their brows before your sister asks, “Wait, who’s Bucky?”

You realize your mistake and slap a hand over your mouth, eyes widening.

Your father gets up quickly, “So, it’s true? After all we have told you since you were a toddler, you did this?!”, he finishes, gesturing between Bucky and you.

Your mom gets up, putting a hand on your dad’s shoulder before saying calmly, “Isaac, calm down.”

Your dad exhales forcefully, “No, Flora, I will not! How could she do this? Disobey us like an ill-mannered child?!”

You feel tears pooling in your eyes at your dad’s words. Your sister gets up to give you a hug before quietly saying, “Dad, I think that’s enough.”

At this, Bucky and Steve look up, eyes previously fixated on anything but the scene in front of them, trying to respectfully stay out of it. As soon as Bucky sees your tear-stained face, he gets up, prepared to comfort you, but your sister immediately raises her hand, silently telling him to stop.

Your dad watches the interaction and calms down, sitting back down. Your sister gets two chairs from the dining room and you both sit down, still in the entrance of the living room.

You breathe deeply before looking at Bucky and Steve, both looking worried, then switching to your dad.

“Look, Dad, I know your opinion on… this type of relationship. And I understand it.” You look down at your lap, playing with your fingers. “Trust me, it’s not like I meant to fall in love with Bucky, it just happened.”

You exhale loudly before looking back up at your parents.

“Mom, Dad, I love you guys. With my whole heart. But I am not a child anymore. You can’t decide who can and cannot be in my life. I know you think you need to protect me from everyone and everything but I’m never gonna grow if you don’t let me make my own mistakes and learn from them. Bucky treats me right. He’s charming and nice and he’s a real gentleman. And he actually loves me and cares for me.”

You look at Bucky before continuing, “Bucky, you can’t just come in here like you own the place, dropping all sorts of information like that.”

Bucky looks at his lap, embarrassed.

“And Steve…” Steve looks at you, panicked.

“You actually didn’t really do anything wrong, I guess.”, you laugh softly before frowning, “But stop using your illnesses as excuses to do whatever you want. That’s not cool.”

Steve chuckles before hitting Bucky on the shoulder, “He made me do it! He put all the plates on the top shelf and said he would leave them there if I didn’t help him!”

You laugh loudly before looking at your parents.

Your mom has a smile on her face and your dad’s face has softened.

You get up, walking to the back door.

“Bucky, come on. We need to talk.”

Bucky immediately gets up and follows you outside. You sit back down on the chair from before and Bucky sits in front of you.

You see slight hesitation on his face before he asks, “Is it okay if I hold your hand?”

You chuckle softly, “Yeah, I think that’d be okay.”

He reaches over and takes your hand in his, letting out an almost inaudible sigh.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I know that your family is very important to you and I shouldn’t have ambushed any of you like that. I just… When you gave me my ring back, it sunk in that we were actually completely over, and I felt like my world was collapsing on itself. It’s like I couldn’t think or breathe.”

Bucky looks up at you, maintaining eye contact before saying, “I love you so fucking much. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I’ve loved you. And I don’t think I ever will. You’re really it for me, baby.”

You sigh, biting your bottom lip, before saying, “I love you too, Bucky. I just don’t know how we could ever make this work.”

“Well, your family doesn’t completely hate me. And I’m sure anybody else who we consider important enough would be the exact same. We don’t need anybody in our lives that don’t want to be there.”

You look at the grass beneath your feet, hesitating slightly before nodding. You look up at Bucky, seeing his charming smile and remembering what started this whole thing.

“Wait, actually… What were you doing with Dot in the alley that day?”

Bucky groans loudly, “I was at the tailor and I guess she saw me or something. She came up to me, talking about how some man had taken her purse in the alley, so I went with her to get it back. When we got there, there was no one and she said she knew about us and that if I didn’t go out with her, she would tell everyone. I knew that you were uncomfortable with it so I figured I’d occupy her for the day then I would talk about it with you so we could decide what to do. I just didn’t want her to hurt you.”

“Really?”

Bucky nods.

“You don’t have lingering feelings for her or anything?”

Bucky snorts loudly. “I never had feelings for her in the first place. People just assumed we liked each other because we were together all the time. I never considered her anything more than my friend. But I thought she provided a good cover story in the time being, you know?”

You analyse Bucky’s response for a couple of seconds before nodding and looking up at him.

“Okay. I forgive you but you have to promise to either not see her again or tell her that you’re taken forever because she’s really getting the wrong idea here, thinking she can control us and all.”

Bucky nods excitedly before he whispers, eyes flickering to your lips, “Can I kiss you?”

You roll your eyes and smile, “Of course you can, you big dork.”

You lean over, meeting Bucky halfway, kissing him softly. You part slightly, your lips still ghosting over his, and whisper, “I love you, Bucky.”

Bucky cringes slightly before leaning back and saying, “Okay, one more thing.”

You look at him, confused.

“Can you please stop calling me Bucky? It drives me fucking crazy, you never used to do that.”

You laugh loudly before gently kissing his cheek. You look into his eyes before smirking and saying, “I love you, James.”

Bucky frowns, groaning loudly as you laugh.

“I’m sorry, it was just too easy!”

You cup Bucky’s face in your hands, squishing it slightly before pecking his lips and saying, “I love you, baby.”

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