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anagentinwriting · 11 minutes ago
Lifeline - Part 16
Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader
Word Count: 3600+
Warnings: Blood, angst, kidnapping, hospitals
Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist
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Thor whistled, clutching onto your Tupperware as he punched in the gate code to your condo, hearing a dog barking in the distance. “Dogs, such noisy creatures. This is why Darryl and I agreed to no dogs, but I will admit they can be adorable at times,” he mumbled to himself, pausing on the last digit, noticing the gate partially opened. “Huh? That can’t be right.” 
He pushed open the gate and stepped in, turning to close it until he heard it lock in place. He reassured himself with a nod and continued up the path to your house, hearing the barking get louder. Thor rubbed his lips together as his eyes traveled to the small porch, spotting a dark figure lying on the ground.
“What in the name is…” Thor's eyes widened, getting closer and recognizing the figure to be Steve. Thor dropped your Tupperware to the ground, sprinting to him, and kneeled down next to him. “STEVE, STEVE. HEY, HEY, WAKE UP?” 
The motion sensor lights flickered on, and Thor’s mouth dropped open, taking in Steve’s appearance. Steve was lying on his side in a small pool of blood. A gash on the side of his head glistened in the light with blood coating one side of his neck. Thor gulped, zipping off his sweatshirt, and pulling his phone from his pants pocket, dialing 911. 
“STEVE, STEVE...YOU THERE BUDDY? STAY WITH ME…” Thor shouted, placing his phone on speaker and setting it on the ground. He rotated Steve onto his back, placing two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse while applying slight pressure to his head wound using his sweatshirt.  
“911, what’s your emergency?” A male voice asked on the other side of the line.
“I need medical and police response to 761 High Ridge Drive Unit 1. We have an unconscious adult male suffering from some sort of head trauma.” Thor’s eyes traveled down Steve’s form, seeing a knife sticking out of his torso. “Scratch that, a head trauma and a stab wound to his torso.”
“May I ask who I am speaking with?”
“Thor Odinson. I’m a firefighter with the 107.”
“Wait, Thor…this is Bruce; is everything alright?”
“The victim is Steve Rogers. He is bleeding from both his head and his abdomen.”
“Units are on their way. Do you know what happened or how long he has been down?”
“I don’t know. I just came to drop my sister’s Tupperware off, and from the amount of blood, I would assume it hasn’t been long.”
“How’s his pulse?”
“It’s weak, and his breathing is shallow. Come on, Steve, wake up. Help is on the way.” Thor tapped him on the cheek, hearing a small groan leave his lips. “There you are. Good, good.” Thor let out a sharp, relieved breath, taking in his surroundings. His mouth went dry as he glanced over his shoulder at your front door, hearing a dog whining inside. “Steve, Steve, Where is YN? Is she still here?”
“YN,” he wheezed with his eyes closed. “Jig.”
Thor narrowed his eyes at him, not understanding what he was saying. “Jig? Steve, what are you saying? STEVE.” Thor tapped in on the cheek again but got nothing in response. He sighed, rechecking his pulse and nodding to himself when it was still there. “Hang on, Steve.”
“Responders are nearby,” Bruce stated through the phone. “Keep doing what you’re doing, Thor.”
Thor’s head snapped to the street upon hearing sirens, and the gate clicked open, having given Bruce the code earlier. Paramedics came rushing in, taking over his current position and examining him even farther. Thor stood off to the side, hearing nothing, but the sound of his own breathing, watching the medics work quickly. His mind was in a haze, and before he returned to his senses, Steve was on the stretcher going down the walkway. One of the paramedics was standing in front of him, staring at him with wide eyes. Her mouth was moving, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying.
“Are you going to be okay?” She asked again, placing her hand on his shoulder.
“Ahhh...yeah,” he nodded at her question. “Of course.”
“The police will be here shortly.” The paramedic patted him on the shoulder, handing him his phone before following her team.
“You still there, Thor?” Bruce asked as Thor watched the flashing lights disappear in the distance. 
“Yeahhhh,” he dragged out, bringing the phone to his ear. “YN.” 
He opened the door to your condo, and his stomach dropped at the carnage before him. The pillows and blankets that laid on the couch were scattered all around the living room. The small glass entry table Nat gave you was shattered to pieces along with what looked like a broken wine bottle. Photos hanging on the walls were no longer straight, and a few laid broken on the floor. 
He gulped, staring at what stood before him. “No, no, no,” he chanted to himself, racing up the stairs. “YN, YN, where are you?” He shouted, looking around your room and bathroom upstairs. He ran back down the stairs, stopping at the bottom. “YN,” he bleated, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Thor, did you find anything?” Bruce questioned from the phone in Thor’s hand.
“She’s uh….she’s not here. She’s gone,” he sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut. “All her stuff is here, but she’s gone.”
“All units responding to 761 High Ridge Drive, please be advised we also have a critical missing adult female: YN Odinson Russo.”
“He found her.” Thor’s voice dropped, making his body tensed up. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, causing the hair on his arm to stand up straight. He let out a deep calming breath, but it did nothing to calm him down. 
“Hey, man. We’ll find her.”
“Bye, Bruce,” Thor grunted, hanging up the phone. He let out a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his hair. This wasn’t supposed to happen. How did he let this happen? He was supposed to protect you, but he failed you again. He promised you, and now, he broke that promise. He gave you to Billy without even giving you a chance, and Steve almost died in the process.
A noise behind him made his body jerk around in one swift motion with his hands raised, ready to throw a punch but dropped them once he heard it coming from the closet. He took a cautious step towards it and pulled it open, jumping back with his fists raised. He dropped them, seeing Cosmo whining and staring up at him. “What happened here boy?” 
Cosmo stepped out of the closet, and that’s when Thor’s eye caught the red marks around his mouth. “Did you bite him?” Cosmo whined, forcing a slight smile to Thor’s lips. “Did I call your kind noisy earlier; well, I meant amazing.” Thor leaned down, scratching him on the head, staring at the stained fur around his mouth. Thor’s mouth spread into a closed-mouth smile with a single tear escaping down his cheek. 
Thor watched the crime scene unit take pictures, seeing the flashes repeat themselves over and over again. He bit his lip, picturing Steve lying motionless on the ground as he tried to imagine a better outcome for you. Were you okay? Were you hurt? 
“Hey, big guy. How are you holding up?” Nat asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged in response, not breaking eye contact with the front door. “Do you know what happened?”
He shook his head, catching her eye. “He did it, Nat. I know it was him; It was Billy.”
“Hey, we can’t assume it's him. For all, we know he is still in New York. We will figure this out as long as you let us do our jobs.”
“Are you kidding me?” He stood up straighter, pushing Nat’s hand away from him. “My sister, one of your best friends, goes missing, and you think some random asshole off the street came in, hit Steve over the head, and stabbed him, and then, what...for shits and giggles was like BLEUGH, let’s kidnap her. I mean, come on, who else would want to hurt her, Nat? Who?”
“You don’t think I know that. You don’t think I know what that asshole put her through. You don’t think I suspected it was him when the call came through because I did...and if you think you’re the only one hurting right now, you’re wrong,” She countered, poking him on the chest. Thor clenched his jaw, staring down at her to see tears threatening to fall in her eyes. “You need to trust us and let us do our job. The same way people put their trust in you to save their lives.” She pursed her lips, stepping away from him to go inside to look at the crime scene.”
“She’s right, man,” Clint added, standing off to the side. “Let us do our thing, and we’ll catch him.”
Thor looked down at his watch, still standing in the same spot on the grass. He was supposed to be getting questioned but like everything else. They were taking their sweet time when they should be focusing on finding you.
“Hi, I’m Detective Nick Fury, and from what I understand, you're YN’s brother.” Thor tilted his head, sizing up the man with an eye patch, noticing Nat and Clint behind him. 
“Yes, how can I help?”
“From what my associates have filled me in on, they say you believe it was her ex-husband--” he flipped through his note pad “--Billy Russo. Yet, he lives some 3,000 miles away in New York City, so at this point, he isn’t guilty of anything.” He arched an eyebrow at Thor. “Did he know she was here?”
“Well… no, I don’t think so…but he did tell her if she ever left him, he would kill her.”
“Did YN tell you this?”
“Did Russo threaten and/or hurt YN before this?”
“She did file for divorce a day or so ago. It could have put her back on his radar.” Nat spoke up from behind him, and Fury nodded his head, writing a few notes in his notepad.
“We will look into him. Now, you mentioned to dispatch that before Rogers passed out, he mentioned someone by the name of Jig. Does that name sound familiar to you or you two behind me?” Nat and Clint both arched a bow, looking at each other, and mumbled no. 
“No, I don’t know him,” Thor answered, furrowing his brows together before his eyes shot open wide. “WAIT, Fury. I remember Steve mentioning this new friend he was playing pool with; I never met him, but now, I know why because it was Billy. He got close to Steve so he could get close to YN.” Fury stared at him, trying to wrap his head around it. “What, you don’t believe me? I mean...look at Steve’s phone. It’s right by the door; check for yourself.”
Fury sighed, looking at him. “It’s a good theory, but unfortunately, the phone is locked. We can’t open it without the victim's consent.”
“He’s in the hospital right now after almost dying. I think that gives you consent to look at any of his things as long as it pertains to finding my sister,” Thor shouted, standing up taller and pointing at the front door. 
“They will subpoena his phone records, but it’ll take time,” Nat added, crossing her arms. Thor shot her a hard glare, shaking his head with a vengeful smile.
“This is ridiculous. What if YN doesn’t have time? For all, we know she could be dead already because all of you are wasting time here instead of going out and looking for her. Come on, Billy did this.” Thor said, slapping his hand into his palm.  “It’s like every crime documentary I've watched; it’s always the husband, boyfriend, lover, or ex...” Thor rolled his eyes and started pacing back and forth. “He almost killed Steve, and he could--he could kill her next.” His voice drifted off, rubbing his forehead.
“But he didn’t…” Clint stated, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Maybe you’re right; Billy did this. He found out where she was and hurt Steve, but YN’s not here...and if all he wanted to do was kill her…”
“...then I would have found her, too,” he sniffled, clenching and unclenching his jaw. 
“And you didn’t.” Clint squeezed his shoulder. “She was alive when he took her, and we have to hold onto that right now.” Thor gulped, staring blankly at the front porch. 
“You’re right,” he breathed, staring down at Clint, nodding to Fury and Nat. “I should let you work. I’m gonna head to the hospital to see Steve...that is if we are done here?”
“We’re done for now,” Fury nodded, watching Thor go to his truck.
“You don’t think you’re gonna find her alive, do you?” Nat asked Fury, crossing her arms across her chest.
“In these situations, the most dangerous time for a woman is when she leaves her abuser. YN knew this, that’s why she was hiding, but if it is him…well, these scenarios usually don’t come with a happy ending.”
“Do we have any witnesses?” 
“None.” He shook his head. “At this time, we are still trying to access her security footage, but we did manage to get access to a street camera across the street. The image is a little grainy, but it did catch what looked to be a man forcing her into his car. All we got is a dark-colored sedan, which doesn’t exactly narrow down our search.”
“Nope, it just sounds like a bad guy's car,” Clint added, nodding his head. 
Thor sat on one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, leaning his head against the wall. Steve was still in surgery, and by the looks of it, no one found you yet. Bucky and Val showed up a little while ago and were both in the corner talking with Carol, who got there first. Thor sat there quietly, staring at nothing with his blood ragging and fighting the urge to punch something. He leaned forward, hunching himself over rubbing his face with his hands. He sighed, removing his hands, spotting a pair of workbooks in front of him. His eyes traveled up to see Val standing in front of him. 
“Mind if I sit?” Thor pointed to the spot next to him and nodded with pursed lips. “I drew the short straw,” Val confessed, forcing him to scoff. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good, great even. The rage, vengeance, and anger coursing through my veins is nothing compared to what Billy is going to be feeling when I find that bastard.” He forced a smile, letting out a soft determined chuckle. Val placed a hand around his wrist, and he stared at her hand, feeling his invisible vail start to slip from his face. 
“Everyone is feeling that way right now, but how are you really?” 
He cleared his throat, glancing between Val and the floor, letting out a shaky breath. “I uh...I told YN that she didn’t need to keep running, that she should stay here and start over where she would be safe. I would keep her safe,” he sniffled, rubbing at his nose. “She had this dramatic plan all laid out, I was only her first stop, but then I convinced her to stay.  I promised her I would protect her and keep her out of harm's way.” He stared off into the distance. “But, he still found her, and I broke our promise. If she left like she planned to and she kept running, he never would’ve found her.”
Val sighed beside him, squeezing his wrist before letting go. “It’s not your fault. Yeah, sure, you might have promised her things, but I know YN wouldn’t want you blaming yourself. Hell, she would smack you upside the head if she knew what you were thinking.” She knocked her shoulder with his, and he smirked, nodding his head. “There is no telling what would've happened if she kept running. He might have caught up with her, he might not have, but if he did, she would’ve been alone and scared.”
“She’s alone with him…now” 
“But, I don’t think she is as scared as she would’ve been if it wasn’t for you being there and helping her through this.” Thor caught her eye as a stray tear fell down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away, hoping it would go unnoticed.. “Dude, she was happy here, and I bet it was the happiest she's been in a long time.”
Thor was about to say something when his phone started ringing. He pulled it from his pocket, seeing Loki's name flashing on the screen. “It’s my brother; I better take this.” Thor stood up, answering it while he walked to a quiet hallway.
“What happened, brother?”
“Why would you assume something happened? I could’ve just called to see how you’ve been or asked about the movie you’re working on.”
“It’s a theatre production, not a film, but seriously brother, what’s the problem?” 
Thor walked back and forth in the hallway, not knowing what to say or how to say it. He breathed into the phone, leaning against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. 
 “Say something?”
“What do you want me to say? That I messed up again. And our little sister is yet again in danger because of me. Or how one of my good friends is in the hospital, fighting for his life.”
“What? She’s gone? How did this happen?” Loki shouted into the phone, forcing Thor to remove it from his ear. “Thor. You had one job, just the one; keep our little sister safe. And you couldn’t even do it,” he snapped with an exasperated tone. 
“I did keep her safe. Sorry, I wasn’t coddling her like you did in New York. I, at least let her have a life, make friends, and have fun without me being…”
“I beg your pardon, we had fun here, and she has tons of friends here,” Loki interrupted.
“Well, at least I encouraged her to stay and start over instead of galavanting around like a chicken.”
“Why a chicken?”
“It’s a saying, I don’t remember the other half of it, but it’s not important. YN managed to find a new life, and she’s happy here.”
“I never said she wasn’t happy, and she wasn’t unhappy in New York either. It all comes back to the sleazebag she married.” 
“We finally agree on something,” Thor added with a knowing smile. “If only sister could see us now?”
"She isn’t to know about this.”
“She wouldn’t believe us anyway.”
“You have a point there.” Thor could picture Loki’s wicked smirk on his face. 
“When can you get here?”
“I’m leaving for the airport now. I’ll see you soon, brother.” Loki hung up, and Thor closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath.
Thor came back to the waiting room to find Nat and Clint there with their notepads out, probably asking them questions about Steve. He returned to the chair he was sitting in before, hunching himself over and twirling his phone around in his hand with his leg bouncing. He caught Nat’s eye, and he shot her a hard glare, shaking his head. She didn’t even care that one of her best friends was abducted; instead, she was more worried about her job and following orders; when did she decide to finally become a rule follower. Thor heard footsteps approach him, and he looked beside him to see Sam. 
“Hey man, I heard what happened. Sorry, I’m so late. I took an extra shift. Everything alright? Do you need anything?” Sam asked, taking the seat next to him.
“No news and I’m doing fine,” Thor gulped, leaning back and resting his hands together on his stomach.
“Any news on Steve?” Thor shook his head, staring straight ahead. “Do the police have any leads on YN?”
“None. As far as I am aware.” He shrugged, pointing to Nat and Clint. “They haven’t told me anything yet.”
Sam nodded, glancing between Thor and Nat, sensing something happened earlier. “How were Steve’s injuries? Was he still conscious?
“They seemed severe, but we’ve both seen worse. He had a gash on the side of his head, a knife sticking out of his torso. There was quite a bit of blood. He was unconscious, but he did manage to say YN and Jig before he passed out again. Never met him, so I don’t know if he has something to do with this. I have my theories, but the police aren’t looking into it. I told them to check his phone to see if Jig’s number matches her ex-husbands and that maybe he was lying about his name, but it’s breaking the chain of custody or some nonsense.” Thor crossed his arms, shaking his head.
“Wait, Steve said Jig,” Sam questioned, and Thor nodded, having explained this multiple times so far.  “You know I suspected him to be a little off when I met him at Happy’s. He seemed a little too full of himself with his hair gelled back, and his... “ 
“You’ve met him,” Thor asked, sitting up straight with wide eyes. “If I bring up a picture of him. Do you think you could recognize him?” Sam nodded, and Thor scrolled through his phone until he found a picture of you and Billy. “Is this him?”
“Yeah, that’s the guy. How did…” Sam’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, shit.”
“I knew it.” Thor shot out of his chair heading straight for Nat. 
AN: Thanks for reading Part 16. Oh snap! How did this happen? Things were going so well, her and Steve were going to go on a date, but now she got kidnapped, Steve is in the hospital, and Cosmo got shoved into a closet. And just when Thor was starting to forgive himself for past events, this shit happens! And what is going on with Nat being a rule follower all the sudden? Interesting...And now, Loki is on his way to LA. (I never wrote him before, so I hope I did him justice!!) And for those of you that are 9-1-1 fans, it is similar to the kidnapping episode, you know the one. I like how they concocted it, so I worked off of that, but I did tweak it to my liking. As many suspected, Jig turned out to be Billy. It's a good thing Sam met him that night otherwise who knows how long it would've taken for them to realize. Also, I am curious if any of you Googled the name Jig with Marvel because I did, and he popped right up! Haha! Or did my subtle hints help you figure it out? Anyways, any theories as to what's to come? Will Thor ever be able to forgive himself? Is Steve gonna pull through? Are they going to find her in time? So many questions...I hope you all enjoyed Thor's POV in this part, I thought it would be a good change of pace. Anywho, my ramble is done, comments always welcome! Thanks again for reading! 
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starrybrock · 12 minutes ago
she gets the flowers: what she has (2) ✧ ransom drysdale
she gets the flowers ✧ a ransom drysdale series | taglist | ao3
pairing: ransom drysdale x fem!reader
summary: you try to move on, but seeing ransom again makes that difficult. 
word count: 1,321
warning(s): reader is insecure as hell and struggles to move on
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You tried to move on. Really, truly, you did. But there was just something about Ransom fucking Drysdale that made it impossible to get him out of your mind. Every time you nearly got him out of your mind, something would happen that would remind you of him and you’d spiral back into the pit of despair you’d tried so, so far to dig yourself out of. It seemed like Ransom was destined to haunt your every thought. You tried to bury yourself in your work to avoid thinking of him, but that proved to be difficult because every day at work was a constant reminder that Ransom got you that job, that the only reason you were still in Boston was because of Ransom. That, even when he’d long since left your life, Ransom Drysdale would forever be a part of it. 
Your friends tried to make you feel better about it. But even you could tell they were getting tired of having to deal with your broken pieces. Was that why Ransom turned you away all those months ago? Was he also tired of dealing with your bullshit? Was he—No. Stop that. Stop thinking like that. You were perfectly fine. Ransom was the one with issues…Right?
But there was only so many times you could hear “it’s not you, it was him” before it started to lose meaning. What if there was something wrong with you? What if you really were just too hard to handle? What if there was something about you that was just fundamentally unlovable? You’d hardly ever had a serious relationship. Maybe there was a reason for that? Maybe you really were just too much. Maybe Ransom saw something in you that you were just blind to, and maybe he saw reason to run the other way when it came to you.
Yeah…yeah, you could see why your friends got tired of this.
God, you needed to stop thinking so poorly of yourself. How had Ransom managed to do such a number on you? Really, what you had was nothing more than casual sex with misplaced feelings on your part. How could he have managed to hurt you the way he did? (And, really, the answer was simple—destruction and devastation was his nature.)
In yet another attempt to distract you from the pain that you were still wallowing in, your friends had offered a night on the town to lift your spirits. To put on your sexiest dress, to doll yourself up, and have some mindless fun for the first time in a long time. And the offer was so tempting that you found yourself accepting, even if all you really wanted to do was put on one of Ransom’s sweaters that he’d left behind and never asked for, turn on some cringe reality television, and eat your weight in takeout in a feeble attempt to stop your heart from hurting as much as it did. But you did accept the offer, pulling on your glittering silver dress that left little to the imagination, put on your sky high stilettos, and painted on a nice shade of ruby red lipstick that you knew made all the boys go wild. 
Yeah, you deserved this.
You deserved some fun for once. 
But when you got to the club, you just felt so out of your element. The thumping music only made your heart race, but not in a good way. It beat a mile a minute, and you felt the blood pumping in your ears, and your chest tightened in a way that made you feel like you needed to get the hell out of there and fast. But, instead, you went to the bar, settling on drinking your sorrows and pretending to be having fun when (if) your friends decided to check on you. (Really, you knew they wouldn’t come. They’d done their job in getting you out of your apartment, and that was all they felt obligated to do.)
You’d just ordered a couple of shots of vodka to numb the rush of pain when someone slid up next to you. He was easy on the eyes, admittedly. Nice and tall, good sense of fashion. A kind nice, soft eyes. He cracked a joke or two, and you found yourself warming up to him. He wasn’t someone you would’ve been interested in a year ago, but that was then. And now? Now, you could just use anyone to make you feel like you were worthy of love. And if he was the guy to do that, who were you to complain?
Then why’d it feel so wrong? Like you were cheating? Like you were being unfaithful to someone who clearly never gave a shit about you? And you knew you weren’t. You didn’t owe a damn thing to Ransom fucking Drysdale. He had no authority over your life. He had no control over you. He would not dictate your actions any further. You could do whatever, and whoever, you so pleased. And if it was this stranger at the bar? Well, that was just fine with you. 
But it still didn’t feel quite right. Like you weren’t ready to move on from you heartache just yet. And you were ready to just turn the guy away, but then you saw something that just absolutely shattered you. 
There he was. With…with his arm wrapped around someone? And leaning down to kiss? Love…shining in his eyes? That was not the Ransom you know. The Ransom you knew would have been so keen on physical displays of affection. The Ransom you knew kept you at arm’s length. The Ransom you knew would sooner pretend he didn’t know you existed before he would ever get so…comfortable, when anyone could see it. 
But the Ransom you knew was one that existed a year ago. Could he have changed? Could decades of prior behavior just change in the span of twelve months? Could…could she have changed him? But then…what did she have that you didn’t? Why did she get the nice Ransom? What did she do that made the difference?
How could she change a man so set in his ways? 
And, God, why did she have to be so beautiful? She had long, slender legs and wore a stunning red number that hugged all of her curves almost as closely as Ransom was holding onto her. She had hair that looked oh so soft to the touch, and a kind smile that even made you weak at the knees. God, why couldn’t she have been hideous? Why couldn’t she have looked like she was a massive bitch? Why did she have to be perfect? 
But you knew why. Ransom didn’t settle for second best. He never had, and it was clear that he never would. He’d only go after the best of the best, and when you weren’t that anymore, he left you behind. It was foolish to think that he’d never replace you. You should’ve expected this. This shouldn’t have hurt this much. 
Fuck, why did you have to be such a big fucking baby? 
Everything in you wanted to storm up to them, to pull Ransom off to the side to talk. To yell. To ask him what the hell he was doing. How he could love her when he had your love before. Why wasn’t your love enough? Why did he have to push you away? But you knew he wasn’t yours to question.
He never was. 
So, instead, you turned to the charming guy who’s attention you did have, and asked if he wanted to get out of there. You needed to move on, too, after all. Ransom wasn’t the only one who deserved happiness.
You did, too, and you would remind yourself of that every chance you got until you eventually believed it to be true.
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captainapple · 27 minutes ago
My Masterlist
The majority of my contents are about Chris Evans and characters played by him.
Dollar sign ($) for 18+ contents, Minors DNI
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Steve Rogers:
Time: Steve Rogers X Reader (angst || Post-Endgame)
Summary: When time travel becomes possible, Steve and you faced another challenge in your relationship
Dating Steve Rogers (HC): Steve Rogers X Reader (fluff || HC)
Summary: What would happen in your early stage of relationship with Steve Rogers a.k.a Captain America
Ransom Drysdale:
$Ride or Die (Prequel): Ransom Drysdale X Reader (slight smutt)
Summary: Twisted beginning of your relationship with Ransom
$Ride or Die: Ransom Drysdale X Reader (slight smutt)
Summary: Nice lazy day with Ransom got interrupted by The Thormbeys
Chris Evans X Men's Journal
Chris Evans X Dodger
Steve Rogers Meme (Slim fit T-shirt Commentary)
Fanfiction Meme
Chris Evans X Elle (coming soon)
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Lovely border from:
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twoghostsfromeden · 41 minutes ago
good morning lovessss :) i’m working on my first fic (?) and it will be posted soon!
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mother-of-felines · 3 hours ago
I’d love to see Chris Evans return to the MCU but not as Captain America.
Nomad perhaps? 🤔
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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 hours ago
A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother.
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Medieval Au
Princess Y/N Stark of York New must marry a man chosen by her brother, by the time she is 21. Her brother's council have the perfect man in mind, one that is terrifying and hell bent on having his Queen. But Princess Y/N's heart belongs to another, and luckily so does her hand in marriage.
'A princess is far more powerful than a king, my love. You have the power of merging families and kingdoms. You have the power of carrying hopeful heirs to the throne. You have more power than you know...'
Bold italics are flashbacks.
Series warnings: swearing, medieval views on women, arranged marriage, smut, bloodshed, violence, 18+ readers only
Part warnings: talk of arranged marriage, light swearing
<Part 6<
Part 7
Almost a full month had passed by since you returned home and things had not been the same. Life in York New felt different. 
Tony had found out about the attack in Brook (you were sure Peter had something to do with it) and ordered for extra guards to be around you at all times. That was no fun at all. You couldn't even go into the gardens without spotting someone watching you.
Tony had also started searching for the perfect husband for you. He had asked for your opinion on the matter but what could you offer, you hardly knew any of them. The only concern you had voiced was that to do with King Brock. 'I would rather slit my own throat than marry him.' You thought Tony was going to pass out right in front of you when you spoke those words.
"We're what?" Your brow pinched together in confusion as you looked up to your brother.
The two of you were walking through the castle halls, making your way towards the great hall to join Pepper and Morgana for lunch. Tony had been in a meeting the whole morning and as soon as it was finished he had you sent to him so the two of you could talk.
Tony rolled his eyes dramatically. "Having a ball."
"For what?"
"Don't you listen to anything I say?" Tony let out a frustrated sigh as he came to a stop and effectively stopping you as he tugged on your arm. "I'm close to making my decision and I thought, this would be a good way for you to get to know the men who may become your future husband." You scowled at him like a petulant child. "... And it's also a good way for you to meet King's from the neighbouring kingdoms. Strengthen ties with those that you one day will have alliances with."
"... Oh," You let out a soft sigh before you chewed on your bottom lip. "Very well. You, for once, make sense." You grinned playfully at him.
"Enough of the cheek, Princess," Tony smirked and offered his arm to you once more so the two of you could continue to the great hall. "There's also another reason I thought I'd let you know." He smiled softly at you, "You'll need to start designing your ball gown, won't you."
Your eyes widened with excitement, "But, you or Pepper usually have the final say to make sure it's 'to proper standards of a princess'," You rolled your eyes.
Tony sighed, "Yes, well... you're twenty-one in a few months, and you will be marrying, and leaving me, so... it's time you made your own decisions," You opened your mouth, a hint of hope shining in your eyes. "About gowns, Y/N." Tony quickly corrected. He chuckled as you scoffed and pouted once more. "C'mon, I'm sure Morgana will be excited to help with your ball gown."
You nodded trying to hide your grin. If you were being honest, you were looking forward to it. You never had free rein over anything like that.
You cleared your throat after a moments silence, "I'm sorry," You whispered looking up to your brother.
Tony frowned at you, "For what, Y/N?"
You sighed softly. "For the way that I have been acting towards the 'future husband'... thing." You furrowed your brow, "I've been behaving like a child, and I should be more adult about the situation." You let out a small breath, "I know you... must do this for the kingdom."
"Y/N," Tony let out a sigh as he placed his free hand over the top of yours that laid on his arm. "You have every right to be upset. If there was anything I could do to stop this, I would."
"You're King, you could change the law." You spoke in an optimistic tone.
Tony let out a regretful sigh as he shook his head. "Not with matters like this. The council have to have their input too and-" He sighed deeply. "Well, we both know how they can be." He frowned deeply. "You know, I will choose who I know will treat you kindly. They're all good men, Y/N."
You pouted, "Even Prince Loki?"
"I only put him on the list to please his brother," Tony chuckled softly.
You nodded, "And... King Brock? Who did you have to please there?" You whispered.
Tony could hear the fear in your voice. "The council wanted me to be fair to all kingdoms and demanded I made it look like I was trying to put the effort in to strengthen ties with kingdoms such as East Lower." He grumbled the last few words. "Please, believe me, Y/N, when I say that man or any that are like him, will never hurt you."
"But, East Lower is the weakest tie we have... King Brock is the perfect 'future husband' for the council. We'll strengthen ties and he'll beat the respect into me, just like the council have always wanted." You gulped as tears formed in your eyes.
Tony sighed as he once more stopped before you came to the doors of the great hall. He reached up and placed his large hand over your cheek and ran his thumb under your eye, catching the tear that fell. "I may not be able to change the law, Y/N, but I have the final say. I promise you, Y/N, you'll be safe from harm when I make my decision. Okay?" He nodded giving you a gentle, reassuring smile.
You breathed in a shaky breath and nodded, "Okay..."
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jadegrey711 · 3 hours ago
Soft dark!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
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A/N: Hello everyone! So recently I’ve become absolutely obsessed with both @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 who both write absolutely amazing stuff and I want to be them when I grow up. So when I found lout Siri was doing a 5k writing challenge i figured i’d throw my hat in the ring and maybe get out of this depression writing slump. 
So I decided to make a vey very very! Soft! Dark Andy Barber x Reader. Seriously it’s like Dark Light lol. But I hope you all like it! I hope to do another one before the month is over but let’s see shall we? 
Also this not proof read by anyone other than me and I tend to make alot of mistakes. 
WARNINGS: Sexual Situations (18+ ONLY), Overstimulation, possessive Andy, deeply jealous Andy, Oral sex (F Receiving), Vaginal sex. 
Other warnings include very mediocre writing. 
*Gifs are NOT mine, credit for the gif is in the TAGS*
Word count: 1484
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He watched you from a distance as he continued talking with his fellow associates, making sure to keep a watchful eye on you as you chatted with the wives. He smirked to himself knowing you must be bored out of your mind, but you did it for him and he loved you for it. 
Suddenly though, Andy watched as Neil Logiudice approached you from behind, putting a hand on your arm. You seemed startled for a minute and then smiled, putting your hand on top of his and Andy saw red. 
He barely registered what the others in his group were talking about. Because his gaze was focused solely on you and Neil and how cozy you were in each other’s company. How you and the other women laughed at some joke he made and about how in the three minutes he had been standing there he hadn’t been able to keep his fucking hands off of you. He felt like breaking each one of those fingers, making sure he let Neil know that he was never to touch you again. He could feel his whole body vibrate with violence as he continued watching, knowing you were none the wiser. 
Neil was nice enough and he was an associate of Andy’s so when he put his hand on your arm to get your attention you let it slide, putting your hand on top of his and gave it a friendly pat fighting the urge to swat it away immediately. You were at a party full of Andy’s work friends and associates so making a scene over something small would not be a good impression on either your part or Andy’s; so you let it slide and you let the other four times he touched you slide as well. Even as you were mentally flinching each time he did it. After the fourth time you looked around the room for Andy, looking for an escape of some kind and immediately found him; across the room and boring holes into the back of Neil’s head with that dark gaze. 
You took that as your cue to quickly excuse yourself, saying that it was getting rather late and you should go and find Andy. Everyone waved you off as you departed from the group and over to where Andy was. 
“Hi honey.” You smiled, grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers with his and while everyone else in the group was still talking you heard Andy sigh and grip your fingers back; turning his face towards your he gave you a small smile. 
“Do you want to get out of here?” He whispered in your ear.
“Definitely!” You whispered back. Before you plastered a smile on your face as Andy said goodbye to everyone and then put his hand on the small of your back and guided you out the exit. 
Later that night after you both had gotten home, gotten into bed and as Andy had your leg over his strong shoulder while he devoured your soul between your legs did he bring up Neil. 
You writhed on the bed, your fingers tangled in Andy’s hair as you felt your orgasm coming on fast with the pace he was eating you out at. When suddenly Andy surprised you. 
“You good friends with Neil now?” he asked nonchalantly against your folds, before he sucked harshly on your clit. Making you groan. 
“What?” you asked confused at what he was possibly asking you right now as he was sucking all rational thought out through your pussy. 
“Are you good friends with Neil?” He asked again, giving your clit another harsh suck. And you felt your legs convulse. 
“What the fuck Andy?” You asked but the sound of his name was more of a moan as he added two of his fingers and pumped your sweet pussy. 
Andy didn’t give for a minute as he continued to suck and lick at your folds until you finally came, but instead of gently working you through your orgrasm, his fingers kept their harsh pace as he looked up at you. 
“You seemed like real good friends when you let him put his fucking hands on you.” He growled as he placed an open mouth kiss on your pussy. His other hand pulling the hood of your clit back before placing another one of those kisses there and sucking it again. 
“Fuck! Andy! I’m gonna come again.” you cried out, feeling that the pleasure was starting to be too much for you. But the way that you started to pull on Andy’s hair to pull him off or the way your hips turned away from him his touches didn’t deter him one bit as he continued with his interrogation. 
He leaned up from you and watched his fingers stroke in and out of you before he added a third one, earning a low whine from you as you felt yourself building up to another orgasm.
“You didn’t answer my question sweetheart. Why did that fuck think he could put his hands on what is mine?” 
“Andy.” you moaned, trying to get away from his touch but he wasn’t having any of that as he placed his heavy bicep over your stomach, keeping you there at his mercy. 
You felt that sinful tongue run through your folds again, his thick beard scratching your thighs adding whatever sensations you were feeling to new heights. Then he pulled out his fingers so he could fuck you with his tongue now. Your third orgasm coming like a runaway freight train. You felt your toes curl as your third orgasm washed over you making you lift from the bed like Andy was performing an exorcism on you. 
You felt tears in your eyes as you tried again to pull away from Andy’s touches feeling your thighs tremble uncontrollably now but Andy wasn’t stopping not until he got what he wanted from you; not until he got an answer for why Neil thought he could put his hands on what didn’t belong to him. 
“Fuck Andy! Stop!” you sobbed. “He just came up to me. I didn’t want to make a scene about some guy putting his hand on my arm so I didn’t do anything  about it. I knew you were right there if I felt uncomfortable and I did; so I left.” you cried out, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks. “Please honey stop.” you sobbed. 
You watched in relief as Andy pulled his plump lips away from your aching pussy, and felt your pussy clench at the sight of his beard absolutely drenched in your juices. But your relief was short lived, as you saw the look in Andy’s eyes, the feral look they held in them. 
“He made you uncomfortable?” 
“Yes, but I came straight to you. Please Andy I can’t take it anymore baby please.” you whined. 
“I should break everyone of his fingers for laying a fucking hand on what’s mine.” He said softly, placing chaste kisses on your inner thighs and you let out a small cry. You watched in relief as he climbed up the length of your body, and ladened you with soft hungry kisses, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 
“I love you.” he said softly, giving you another soft kiss. “I’m so glad that you felt that you could just come to me when you were feeling uncomfortable. I never want you to feel that way again so next time, you’ll just stay with me the whole time okay?” 
You quickly nodded and kissed Andy back. You both just stayed there like that for a minute, him hovering and stretched over your body, ladening you with soft kisses before he pulled away from you and gave you a wicked smile. 
“But I think you have one more in you baby.” he said and before you could even react. Andy grabbed the back of each of your legs, bringing you closer to him, before he swiftly impaled you with his achingly hard cock.
Andy set a brutal pace obviously trying to get you off one more time before he loses all control. You let out a high keen, and grabbed onto Andy, your nails raking down his back; a small revenge for him absolutely wrecking you tonight all because of some asshole touching you. 
“I’m gonna fill you up so nicely baby. No one will ever have any doubt that you are mine.” he let out a low grown. “And that I’m yours.” he growled leaning down to suck and place kisses on your neck. 
Without warning your orgasm crashed over you and you were sure that if Andy wasn’t there pressing down onto you, you would’ve snapped in half from the force of it. As Andy chased his own end, he kissed the tears that were flowing down your cheeks. 
“Nothing fucks with my baby.”
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chloecatina421 · 5 hours ago
Chris Evans One Shot
I would like to request a Chris Evans x wife!reader where you help him get ready for the father-daughter dance with your eldest daughter please.
"Babe, I picked up your suit from the dry cleaners."
You say as you walk into your bedroom with the bag to find your husband, Chris sitting in the chair by the window flipping through your oldest daughters baby book.
"Whatcha got there?"
You ask, setting the suit on the bed and walking over to him.
He moves the book a bit so you can sit on the arm rest of the chair.
"Y/OD/N's baby pictures. How is it possible that she is already old enough for the father daughter dance?"
He asks, looking up to you and you can see the tears forming in his eyes.
"She's growing up. Soon, she will be going to college and moving out, getting married and having babies of her own."
You shrug.
"She's six!"
He says before realizing the point you were trying to make.
"Exactly. Chris, she is still your baby girl. This is a father daughter dance, not her wedding. Besides, you should enjoy tonight, instead of being all mopey about it."
You kiss his cheek.
"I know, I just can't believe she is already big enough for this. It was like just yesterday she was learning how to walk and now she's going to dances."
He says, looking back at the pictures again.
"I know. These last six years went by quick but just think of all the things you can do now that she's bigger. You two have so many daddy daughter adventures ahead of you. She has and will always be your little sidekick."
You remind him.
It was true, from the day your oldest daughter had been born, she was a daddy's girl and Chris filled the shoes of 'girl dad' perfectly, which worked out well since your next two children were also girls.
But there was something special with Chris and Y/OD/N, and no one could say any different.
"Daddy? Are you ok?"
Your daughter asks as she comes into your bedroom, all dressed up and ready to go.
"Wow. You look beautiful, princess."
Chris says, closing the book and picking the little girl up, placing her on his lap.
"Daddy is alright. Just thinking back to when you were born. I can't believe how big you are already."
He says.
"Were you happy when I was born?"
She asks, laying back against his chest.
He kisses the top of her head.
"It was one of the happiest moments of my life. That was the day that I got to become a dad and not only that but I also got a brand new best friend."
"You're my best friend too daddy."
She says, cuddling him a little longer.
"Ok baby girl, go play with mommy and your sisters and daddy will get ready for the dance."
Chris finally says, setting your daughter back to her feet.
She runs from the room and Chris begins to change into his suit.
"You alright?"
You ask, leaning against the doorway, your youngest daughter on your hip.
"Yeah, you were right. I should be looking forward to all the fun things we can do now that she's older. Like rollercoasters and fairs."
You roll your eyes with a laugh.
"But you have to stay little forever."
Chris says to the baby in your arms as he passes by you to head downstairs, finally ready for his very first father daughter dance.
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toomanyrobins2 · 6 hours ago
a little birdie told me pt. 19
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Summary: Y/N “Birdie” Parker left New York and her family three years ago in the middle of the night. Now, a call for help to her best friend brings her back into the fold of the Three Families and their “business.”
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Parker!Reader
Content warning: physical abuse, miscarriage, mentions of forced marriage, sex, mentions of alcohol abuse
Notes: I can not express how much I've loved writing this story and seeing people interact! I hope you all will stay and read about Peter and Indigo's story 💛
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Y/N did get her chance to surprise Steve with the baby. After that first night home from the hospital, they started fresh. It wasn’t always easy, but they had stayed true to 100% honesty and it made life easier. A couple weeks after he had been home from the hospital, she had put Jamie in the big brother shirt and put him in his highchair with a snack. They were due over to the compound for a celebratory potluck dinner and she was trying to get everything ready. The front door opened as she was cooking and Steve greeted her with a kiss. Y/N pulled away and smiled up at him, “Could you grab Jamie and clean him up? I’m almost done.”
Hiding her excitement as she waited was nearly impossible. Finally, she heard him choke on air when he read the shirt, “Sweetheart, something you want to tell me?”
Y/N turned around and bit her lip nervously, “Surprise?”
“You’re pregnant?” Steve was frozen in place, “Really? Jamie’s gonna be a big brother?”
Y/N put the spoon down and walked over to her little family, “Yeah, is that okay?”
“Is that okay? Of course, it’s okay!” Steve picked her up and spun her around, kissing her hard. Images were flashing in his mind: a house with a yard, two kids running around as he and the dog chased after them. Y/N painting as she watched. The fearsome mobster looked like a puppy, “I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby! Who knows about this?”
“Just Mom and Becca.”
His hand smoothed over her stomach, “How far along?”
“About 10 weeks. I thought most of my symptoms were from stress but apparently
He had the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face, “I can’t wait to tell everyone.” They quickly finished everything up at the house and drove over to the compound. Steve grabbed Jamie out of the car and the group went in.
Jamie stayed in Y/N’s lap for a while, but eventually, Bucky wanted some time with his nephew. He was playing with him when Y/N watched him pull the shirt taut and read what it said. His eyes got bigger than Steve’s had and he turned to her. She couldn’t even try to hide the giant smile on her face. “Birdie, is this a joke?”
“No, it’s not a joke.”
“Holy shit! Are you serious?” Bucky’s exclamation had drawn the attention of others.
“What’s going on?” Nat looked concerned. He turned Jaime around and showed the table the shirt. There was a moment of silence while they read it and then an explosion of excitement. Jaime burst into tears from the shock and Y/N laughed as she took him back to comfort him.
Tony came over to hug her. “I’m so proud of you, little bird. Admittedly, I kinda want to punch Rogers but I also felt that before the announcement,” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “All I’ve ever wanted is for you and Peter to be safe and somehow along the way I lost sight of what that meant. Because of it I lost so many years with you and led you right into HYDRA’s trap. I wish I would’ve seen what I was doing to you. Despite all of my failings, I’m so proud of who you’ve become. With Pepper being pregnant and now you, I never want to miss a second of your life.”
Y/N had happy tears in her eyes and she hugged Tony, “I love you, Dad.” She smirked at him, “Besides, you’re gonna have Steve Rogers as a son-in-law for the rest of your life. That is the best kind of karma I know.”
All of the noise in the room came to a standstill and the father-daughter duo turned. Y/N audibly gasped at how rough her brother looked. Peter stood in the doorway, looking worse than death. His shirt was rumpled, hair pointing in all directions and his eyes were bloodshot. He had a piece of paper clutched tight in his fist, “Indy’s gone.”
Read Peter’s story “drunk on indigo skies” here
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chloecatina421 · 6 hours ago
Chris Evans One Shot
Please could you do a part 2 to the Chris Evans x single mom!reader (with her two sons) where he talks about the boys in an interview now that reader is expecting their first child together
It had been nearly two years since Chris had met your two boys and the two of you had gotten married not long after and now were expecting your first child together. 
The boys, now 15 and 13 were so excited to become big brothers, even more so when you and Chris told them they were getting a baby sister.
Chris and your sons kept their promise and became very close friends and even though they still loved and missed their own dad like crazy, shortly after your wedding, they began calling him Dad. 
You were nearly nine months pregnant and while the boys were helping you set up the nursery, Chris was in the dining room getting ready for a virtual interview with Jimmy Fallon.
"Welcome Chris! Thanks for joining us!"
Jimmy says.
"Thanks for having me."
Chris replies with a big smile.
"Hey dad? Have you seen the drill? Mom says we will need it."
Your youngest son walks in from the garage, forgetting about Chris' interview. 
"Yeah bud, its in the closet in the nursery. I figured you would need it."
Chris replies without a second thought. 
"Sorry about that."
He smiles and Jimmy waves him off.
"Dad stuff. I get it. But speaking of that, how is it going? You got married about a year ago and now have two sons and a new baby on the way?"
Chris nods happily.
"Yeah, we are all really excited. The boys have been such a big help to their mom and I. They are such good kids. I got really lucky."
Jimmy smiles. 
"They call you dad. That must make you feel really good."
"Yeah, I mean I would have never asked them to do that. You know when I first met them, they actually sat me down and gave me a stern talking to about their mom. It was really sweet. But over time I think they realized that I wasn't planning on going anywhere. That I love their mom and them too and one day, they just started calling me dad. I am so honored and humbled."
He says, placing his hand on his chest sincerely.
"And now you are going to have your own actual child to add to the mix."
The statement came out a little weird and Chris knew Jimmy didn't mean anything by it but he felt the need to clarify, especially when he looked up to see the boys standing in the doorway looking a bit hurt. 
"Yes, my wife and I are adding to the family but those boys, I am their dad. Not their only dad but they are my sons and blood or not that's not going to change with the new baby. I love them like they were my own and I know their little sister won't care if I am their biological father or not. We are a family and family is what matters."
He says, looking up at the boys as he speaks. 
"Of course! Sorry that came out wrong but all I meant was that I was happy for you and your wife."
Jimmy replies, trying to make up for the snafu.
"No, it's alright. I completely understand."
Chris says putting his hand up to stop Jimmy who was still apologizing profusely.
Your oldest son walks over to Chris after he signs off with Jimmy.
"Yeah son?"
Chris says, standing up.
"Thank you."
Your son says, hugging Chris.
"For what pal?"
"For being our dad and loving us even though you didn't have to."
Chris sighs happily and looks up, seeing you and your youngest son watching from the doorway. 
"You know what? You're right. I didn't have to love you guys. And you didn't have to let me be your dad but we are a family and I honestly couldn't ask for a better one. Me, you, your brother, your mom and your little sister."
You and your youngest walk in and join in on the family hug, taking in all of the love for the last few weeks as a family of four.
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chloecatina421 · 6 hours ago
Chris Evans One Shot
Please could you write something about being your relationship with Chris from when you were babies/in elementary school and growing and starting your own family xx
Hiii can you do a Chris evans story about finding out you’re pregnant or in the delivery room! Thank you <3
It all started the first day of kindergarten. 
You were in the playground happily swinging by yourself when one of the boys in your class came and pushed you off.
"Are you ok?"
You hear someone ask and look up to see another little boy in your class holding out his hand to you. 
"I'm ok."
You smile shyly and take his hand, brushing off your clothes after he helps you up. 
"I'm Chris."
The boy says.
"I'm Y/N."
You reply.
From that day on, you and Chris became inseparable, hanging out all of the time.
Throughout the rest of elementary school and through Jr. High, gr he two of you remained close, always at eachothers houses. Not a day going by when you wouldn't talk to one another. 
Once you entered high school, people began assuming that you would end up together at some point.
You and Chris did your best to ignore your friends and even parents idle speculation but by junior year, you were having a hard time ignoring the obvious pull between you. 
The summer between junior and senior year, you finally couldn't take it anymore and kissed Chris for the first time. 
He was startled at first but felt everything you felt and more and gave in almost immediately.
From that day on, you were a couple and everyone you knew was sure that one day you would get married. 
Neither one of you wanted to rush things though, you were still kids and event though you were sure that they were right, you wanted to enjoy being a kid while you could.
You both graduated high school and Chris began his acting career while you went to school, your relationship as strong as ever.
After a few years, you moved in together and another year or so after that you got married.
You hear Chris call out as you sit on the bathroom floor holding a pregnancy test in your hand. 
You call back, your voice cracking as you shakingly wait for the results.
"What's going on? Wait. Is that what I think it is?"
Chris asks as he walks into the bathroom and sees the plastic stick in your hand as you nod.
Even though you hadn't officially said that you were trying for a baby, you and Chris desperately wanted to start a family.
"How much longer?"
He asks as he sits down next to you on the floor.
"Twenty seconds."
The timer finally goes off and both sets of eyes fall to the test in your hand.
"Oh my God! We're going to have a baby!"
You cry, seeing the positive result.
Chris pulls you up off the floor and into his arms, so happy and excited to finally be starting your family.
Nearly thirty five weeks later and you are two days away from your due date and absolutely miserable.
"Babe, what can I do?"
Chris asks as you groan trying to get comfortable on the couch.
"Tell your kid its time to vacate my uterus."
You say with a small laugh. 
"She will come soon. I know you are uncomfortable and ready to have her but she will be worth the wait."
He says sitting next to you, placing a big hand on your even bigger belly.
You sigh, knowing he is right and lay your head on his shoulder, always finding being cuddled up to your husband the most comfortable spot you could find.
An hour later, you are asleep in the same spot while Chris catches up on some sports center. 
"Oh God."
You wake up with a gasp and Chris looks at you curiously.
"Babe, what's wrong?"
He asks. 
"I think my water just broke."
You reply with wide eyes, not really sure what to do next.
"Ok, its alright lets get in the car and head to the hospital."
He says, trying to stay calm as he helps you up off the couch.
You cry out grabbing onto your belly as the contractions begin and Chris holds onto you.
The hospital was only a few minutes away and once you were admitted and in placed in a room, you requested an epidural, knowing you would want it sooner or later. 
Within an hour the meds had been given and you were happily resting while your body went through the labor you couldn't feel.
You smile as you look over and see Chris asleep on the small hospital couch in your room. 
He had tried to stay awake but you knew how exhausted he was and were happy you both could get some rest before it was baby time.
A few hours later the epidural had worn off and you were nearly ready to start pushing.
Chris was right next to your bed, whispering encouragement in your ear as you worked through the painful contractions.
"Alright, Y/N, are you ready to start pushing?"
The doctor asks as she set everything up for delivery.
"God yes."
You say with an exasperated sigh.
Chris takes a damp towel and wipes your forehead, moving some sweat soaked hair from your face. 
"Ok lets have a baby."
You nod and begin pushing as instructed, doing your best to use the still painful contractions to bring your baby down.
You cry out as you finish another push.
"You're doing great, Y/N. It won't be long."
The doctor says.
"She's almost here babe. Our little girl. She's going to look just like you..."
"With your eyes.."
"Ok with my eyes. She will be beautiful and happy and so loved."
"And she will be a daddy's girl..."
"Well of course she will be a daddy's girl. I'm the only man she is allowed to have in her life until she is thirty."
Chris laughs as he continues to talk while you push again and again.
"Where would you be if my dad had said that? We met in kindergarten."
You remind him as you take a small break.
"Touche. But boys."
You roll your eyes.
"Alright Y/N, the head is out."
The doctor announces and Chris takes a look.
"Holy shit. Sorry wow, she's really coming."
He says, watching with wide, teary eyes as your daughter comes into the world and the doctor places the crying infant on your chest. 
"Hi baby, shhh its ok. Its ok."
You cry along with your daughter as the nurse puts a blanket on top of her to cover her up.
After calming the baby down, you look over to your husband who has tears streaming down his face as he looks at you and the baby. 
"I'm a dad."
He says almost as if he was trying to convince himself that it wasn't a dream.
"Babe, come here. Come meet our daughter."
You reach out for him and moves closer. 
Sobs come from him as he takes in every little feature of her face before burying his face in your shoulder.
"I've been so scared. Scared that I couldn't be the dad she deserves or the husband that you deserve but now that she's here, I just love her so much already. I didn't think it was possible to love someone as much as I love you but I do."
He finally says looking up at you. 
"I know. I was scared too but look, she's here and we are a family. We've got this."
You say smiling at him then looking back down at your little girl who was now fast asleep.
A few hours later once everything had calmed down, you, Chris and your baby girl were curled up in bed together, enjoying your first night as a family.
"Thank you."
You say quietly.
"For what?"
Chris asks, looking up at you. 
"For her. For loving me. For helping me up off the ground when that bully pushed me off the swing when we were five. Thank you for spending your life with me. Thank you for all of it."
"I knew you would change my life that day. I didn't know how but the second I saw you hit the ground, even at five, I knew you belonged in my life."
He replied, carefully leaning over to kiss your head as you both fall asleep reminiscing of your life together over the years.
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sebstan-simp · 6 hours ago
posting schedule(ish)
for the week of may 10th
A/N: sorry this is being posted almost 2 days late, here is my rough estimate of fics being released this week (this is subject to change at any time)
Works in Progress:
1. full length version of 'office hours' (ceo!chris x reader) smut 2. nsfw alphabet (bucky) 3. nsfw alphabet (sebastian) 4. nsfw alphabet (nomad!steve) 5. father's blessings pt. 2 (chris x reader) smut 6. karaoke night (best friend!sebastian x reader) smut 7. may author recommendations, smuts
*i have had some rough writer's block these past couple days so bare with me if i say a estimated release time- it will probably change.
* any questions please fill free to ask *
18+ warning
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chloecatina421 · 6 hours ago
Chris Evans One Shot
Idk if this is a good explanation but ceavns e ad the reader are visiting his parents house and they get caught having segga I guess idk something funny
Warnings: slight smut
It was Mothers Day and you were spending it in Boston with your new husband Chris. 
"Ma? Anyone home?"
Chris calls out as you walk into his childhood home hand in hand.
Silence filled the air as you stand in the doorway.
"Guess no ones home."
He shrugs and sets down the bags in his free arm. 
You walk around, heading to the kitchen and find a note tacked to the fridge.
"Hey babe, they went to see a family friend. They'll be back in a few hours."
You call out reading the quickly scribbled note.
Chris follows your voice into the kitchen and wraps his arms around you from behind, leaving sweet kisses on your neck. 
Since you had only been married for a couple of months, you were still in the honeymoon phase and even the slightest touch from either party could get things going. 
You softly moan out in protest.
"What? No ones home."
He replies with a devilish smile.
You turn in his arms to face him, almost immediately giving in.
The two of you begin making out like high school kids, hands exploring as heat rises. 
"Lets go up to my old bedroom."
Chris finally says and picks you up in his strong arms. 
He lays you down on his bed and pulls off his shirt while you yank off your dress. 
"Fuck, my wife is hot."
He says staring down at your nearly naked body. 
"My husband is pretty sexy himself."
You giggle, reaching for him. 
"Shit, babe I don't have a condom."
Chris says, searching his pockets.
"Don't worry about it. Just come here."
You reply, wanting him more and more as the seconds pass.
"But what about...."
He trails off.
The two of you had talked about having kids at some point but had decided to wait a while and just enjoy married life. 
"Chris, if we make a baby then we make a baby. We want kids right?"
You ask, sitting up on your elbows to look at him and he nods. 
"Alright well if we have sex right now and I get pregnant then it was meant to be that way. But if you aren't ok with that then I guess I can just put my dress back on and go downstairs to wait for your mom."
You smirk at him knowing there was no way in hell he was letting you leave the bed. 
"Don't you dare."
His eyes grow dark with pure lust and he nearly pounces on you. 
Shock and confusion hits you both as you hear Scott suddenly scream Chris' name from the doorway. 
Chris says, quickly covering both of your baked bodies up.
"What is going o-"
Mama Evans comes upstairs at the sound of the commotion, ready to break up whatever argument had started between her two sons. 
She stops when she sees the sight in front of her. 
"Ya, Ma?"
You hide under the blankets as Lisa does her best to keep from laughing. 
"When you two are um done up here, I could use some help downstairs."
She says before pulling Scott away from the door to close it.
"We'll be right there."
Chris says and looks down at you as you peak out from the blankets. 
"It's not funny! I cannot believe we just got caught having sex in your moms house!"
You say, pushing him off of you as he laughs hysterically.
"Oh come on babe, we are adults. Married adults and it's not like she was mad."
Chris gets up and pulls you into his arms to stop you from putting your clothes back on. 
He leans down and kisses you again, lightly at first slowly building the passion back up.
"What are you doing?"
You ask as you feel him brush up against you seemingly trying to get things going again.
"Well, we got interrupted..."
You shake your head and pick up your dress from the floor. 
"Exactly. Your whole family is downstairs and they already saw us having sex. I really don't want them to hear us continue it while they make dinner."
You check yourself in the mirror before reaching for the door.
"I could be quiet!"
He nearly begs and you turn back to him for a second. 
"Yeah, but I couldn't."
You wink then disappear down the stairs, leaving him to get dressed.
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