#Chris evans asian!reader
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Heyyyy I was wondering if you were doing requests but if so can I request to the “To love au” that the reader is having a lot of Braxton hicks and the reader’s kids witnessed some of them and they get very scared and get very protected of the reader. Marcus is a mama’s boy so he the main one scared and protective of the reader thinking she’s gonna give birth. Just basically all her kids worrying about her.
Chocolate cake
Pairing || Chris evans x woc!reader
Summary || Braxton hicks and panicked kids
Genera || pure fluff,
Warning || pregnancy, braxton hicks, mention of giving birth. Anxiety minors don’t interact please
Note || English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake. And thank you for requesting hope you like it! 🤍
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Kofi
Layla Grace Evans
After giving birth to your sixth baby, Alicia, you and Chris decided that six is enough for you both, at the time. your oldest was twelve while your youngest twin girls were six. It’s was getting hard to raise six kids while having a full time jobs that required your full attention. So, the plan was to get really careful during sex, always using protection.
Finding out you were pregnant. Again, four years later was a shock for you both, you were careful but one drunken night after an award show has you two jumping on each other like rabbits without thinking of the consequences.
And here you are three weeks before delivering your baby girl. Layla Grace Evans, the last one of your children, you and Chris has made sure of it. He got a vasectomy two weeks after finding out your were pregnant.
Right now you and your kids were watching a kids movie while Chris were filming a puppies interview, he’s been excited for this interview for weeks and finally he got to film it. You can’t wait to watch the interview with your kids.
since you are nearing you due date braxton hicks contraction are unstoppable. But today they were harder than the days before. Your gynaecologist warned you that you may give birth earlier than what you expected. Nothing to worry about and nothing you didn’t do before.
You remember you had to deliver the twins a month early. So, you weren’t scared but the fact the Chris isn’t here with you is scaring the shit out of you.
You took a deep breath and decided to brush it of. If you didn’t think about it then it didn’t happen right?
“Guys who wants to make a chocolate cake with me?” If there’s anything you kids love more than you it’s chocolate cake. You have the perfect recipe for it.
“Me” the twins replied in sync, they always loved to help with cooking. They love spending time with you, you always made sure that with each kid you share a special thing to bond with them. Weather it’s cooking or shopping or playing with the doll house, or even just a coffee time and talking about random stuff. You have to have those special moments with them.
“I want to help please” Marlyn your oldest daughter said smiling, although her and her dad always gets on each other’s last nerve she’s so much like him. She got his smile and his adorable laugh that you fall in love with.
“Okay let’s go” as soon as you get up from the couch you felt another contraction but fortunately it wasn’t as hard or alarming as the real contraction you know.
“Marcus baby keep an eye on Alicia please” you asked your son who already has his sister laying on his lap watching the tv “don’t worry” he just came home minutes ago from taking his girlfriend back to her parents house and he’s already on his phone texting her, bella were the sweetest girl you have ever met and you’re glad they found each other.
In your way to the kitchen you passed beside the couch your son Lucas were sitting on, you took his phone and place it away from his eyes “do you wanna lose your eye sight baby?”
“No” he replied annoyingly, you don’t remember a thirteen year old being this moody but thankfully he wasn’t the hard to handle. Fortunately, non of your kids are hard to handle. Of course there’s times were you had to ground them and yell at them but it rarely happened. You and Chris are always communicating with your kids and that’s helped a lot in your way of parenting.
You went to kitchen and took out the ingredients. You let your daughters mix everything while you gave them the right measurements. You bent down to open the oven, and then you felt it again, another contraction, you yelped holding under you belly
“Mom you’re okay?” Marlyn worriedly asked you. “Yeah im good”
She turned around and mixed everything together and she let her sisters mix with her, she was filming a tik tok of the cake but fortunately she didn’t film you with.
Although you shared you pregnancy with the media and you’re not afraid of showing yourself in any stages, you just weren’t in the mood to be filmed right now.
While Marlyn and Makayla did mixed everything up. You and Yara did the chocolate sauce that you’re gonna put on top of it.
Minutes later, Marcus came to the kitchen wanting a water he saw your distress and the discomfort on your face
“Mom are you alright?” your baby boy can tell whenever you feel hurt or sad
You wanted to reply but another contraction hit you like a knife and right now it’s in your back. You yelped again and immediately he came beside you and held your hands.
“Im okay honey, just want to lie down” he took you to relax on the couch. You ran your hands over your belly and opened your eyes to see all of your kids are looking at you.
“Mom we need to take you to the hospital” Marlyn sat beside you and held your hand worried about you.
“No, no. No need for me to go the hospital it’s just a contraction” you tried to calm them down.
“Yeah, a sign you’re giving birth” Marcus told you, if anything he look so much like his dad when he talks annoyingly or angry
“Those are braxton hicks, they are just preparing my body for labour, no need to worr-rryy” another one hits you harder “son of bitch” you cursed feeling the pain shots up in your lower back, your kids panicked faces are not making it easy for you
Marcus stood up and took your hands “let’s go mom im taking you to the hospital”
“It’s not my first rodeo honey, i’ll be fine” you tried to make him sit back beside you, still holding his hand.
After an hour or so, your son still sat beside your worried as hell about you, he kept his eyes on you no matter what.
You gave him a cake and he refused to eat still worried about you “baby, i’m fine”
“No mom you’re not, you’re squeezing the hell out of my hands” he started to get distress as well and you hated it, you sighed.
“I had six fuckin kids, if it’s a real contraction I would know” you said to them
“Mom aren’t you the one who said every pregnancy is different?” You nodded “then why you’re trying to compare six pregnancies together??” Marlyn made a good point but still you’re a stubborn.
“I’ll call dad” Lucas told you while he picked his phone to call Chris “no your dad is busy don’t bother him”
“Okay then let me take you to the hospital or call grandma” Marcus masculine voice interpreted your thoughts
“Don’t call my mama she will freak out” since it’s your last pregnancy and the hardest of them all your mom has been worried about you she visit once a week, if Marcus called her she’ll fucking cut off Chris’s balls for making you pregnant and leave you alone with six kids.
before you were able to say anything, Alicia interpreted you “i called daddy, he’s coming” she gave you back your phone and went to her spot on the couch and before pressing play on the movie she said “now please let me watch my movie”
“wow that’s quick” you said, looking at Alicia not being bothered by anything happened around her.
You know once Chris is here he’s going to calm them down since literally this isn’t your first time; Chris can tell it’s a braxton hickes from miles.
“I want to be like here when i grow up” Marlyn said while admiringly looked at Alicia not caring about the situation.
“But- never mind” Lucas said returning back to his phone.
As soon as the movie played, your kids attention went back to the movie except Marcus who still held your hands.
Twenty minutes later, Chris came from his interview and after his kids greeted him he came to you
“What’s wrong love” he kissed you on your soft lips as always, “you smell like dogs” you jokingly told him before continuing “nothing, your kids just dramatic”
“She’s having a lot of pain and her contraction are hurting” Marcus told his dad.
“Okay, do you want to check with the doctor?” He gave you a sweet smile and a secret wink that you often use to get out of situations.
“Well, I don’t know” you tried to play along with him.
“Let’s go, love. Let’s make sure you’re okay”he stood up and took your hands.
“Marlyn and Marcus please take care of your siblings” you told your oldest.
Minutes later you’re in mcdonalds parking lot eating their famous ice cream and mcnuggets while taking about everything happened this day, you loved your quality time together
“I just love us”
“I love us too, we are the best” you two did your secret hand shake and shared a kiss before continuing watching a random youtube video while eating.
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YOU WERE PRACTICALLY BUZZING with excitement and nervousness as you sat patiently on your and Steve’s shared bed.
Clad in only his crisp button up shirt, you watched him expertly arrange your film setup. The two of you had been planning this for months. It all started off as a fantasy. A kink that the two of you shared but knew you could not act on due to the circumstances of your jobs as Avengers. You had a standard to uphold and enemies lurking in every corner looking for the smallest speck of dirt on you to use as leverage. A sex tape wouldn’t exactly help your cause.
But one night, you and Steve revisited the topic and came up with a game plan.
Steve took one of Tony’s cameras. The billionaire techy wouldn’t notice one of his many possessions missing. Plus, its hard drive was impenetrable. There was no possible way anyone was going to get into it besides you two. Steve also managed to get a custom built Stark computer. Tony was thrilled his longtime friend was finally integrating himself into modern technology outside of work. When Steve asked him for brand recommendations, the Stark heir scoffed and without another word, began building the next piece of your plan. Just like everything Stark owned and made, your computer was the best of the best in terms of security. The Avengers’ wi-fi wasn’t exactly hackable either.
Once the logistics were worked out, you and Steve came up with some rules. You were only allowed to film at your residence on the Avengers Compound. This way there would be nothing identifiable in the background that could easily link people to your brownstone in Brooklyn. Obviously, your faces would not be showing. After pulling an all-nighter, the two of you managed to program Tony’s camera so that it automatically cropped your faces out of frame. Lastly – another obvious given – you would only go by aliases.
Nomad and Lilac.
They were simple and inconspicuous. Lilacs were your favorite flower. After the accords, Steve was a fugitive living the life of a nomad.
Once the camera was rolling, Steve turned to you with a ravenous expression.
“You ready, Lilac?”
You watched yourself getting bent in half and split open by Steve’s cock on the computer screen. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squelch of your cunt blasted from the speakers. You sat perched on Steve’s lap, the two of you scrolling through the thousands of comments left on the first video posted on your channel. Thousands.
“Is this what Peter refers to as ‘breaking the internet?” Steve breathed, eyes wide with shock. “About a thousand people in less than 10 hours watched us fuck.”
“For once in my life, I have absolutely nothing to say.” You stuttered, shaking your head in disbelief.
The comment section was flooded with praise.
user1: look at that pretty little cunt
user2: she takes it like a champ
user3: that man is built like a god AND fucks like one too
user4: he’s basically breaking her and half and she’s just like 🥺 that’s love
user5: BRO IS SHE STILL ALIVE AFTER ALL THAT JFC
user6: he has the prettiest dick i’ve ever seen no homo
user7: kinda want them to top me??????
user8: i had to replay this video like 20 times bc i couldn’t decide who to look at that’s bi culture
user9: if my wife cheated on me with him i’d be jealous…of her
user10: this channel is going to be my new addiction i can feel it
It was amusing truly. Everyone was witnessing goody two shoes Steve Rogers, the golden boy, do things to one of the most loved Avengers in the world that would make the devil himself sweat bullets and didn’t even know it. You, always sitting pretty and prim without a single hair out of place, were splayed out and covered in spit and cum. A sight for the world to see, but only for the man you loved to know firsthand.
Steve’s embrace tightened as the video continued to play. His lips trailed your neck, covering every inch of exposed skin in kisses and love bites. He suckled the spot directly below your ear, prompting your eyes to slowly shut and your body to go lax against his. He slithered one hand up your body, gripping your face firmly and slipping his thumb in between your parted lips. Watching yourselves on screen was doing a number on him. He knew it would, hence why he went through with the channel with you, but actually seeing the fruit of his deepest fantasies was something else entirely.
“You like when strangers watch me fuck you?” Steve purred in your ear.
You nodded with a low whine, wrapping your hand around his wrist. Just like that, he had your entire body under his spell. Your back arched slightly, your bottom now flush against his groin. A growl so deep you felt the vibrations from his chest against your back rumbled from your lover.
“I would have never imagined myself doing something like this,” Steve confessed. “You make me fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart.”
No one would know. It was your dirty little secret.
AS TIME PASSED, you and Steve’s channel unexpectedly blew up. Lilac and The Nomad became an adult channel that seemingly everyone was talking about. Twitter and Reddit pages dedicated to reposting your content were being made left and right. Your messages were blowing – no pun intended – up with requests from viewers, some even asking for private shows in exchange for unreasonable sums of money. Every now and then, a couple of overzealous users would ask for in-person meet ups. Obviously, you and Steve paid the latter no mind. It was the praise and the thrill of sneaking around that the two of you chased after. It became addicting. The two of you simply could not stop.
That’s how you found yourself in your current circumstance.
Since recovering post-blip, Tony had insisted upon family nights at least once a week. Said night consisted of having dinner together and following it up with a movie marathon. They were nights of wholesomeness, which is why the feeling of Steve’s rough hands creeping past the band of your cotton shorts felt deliciously lude. With your back against his chest, his arms wound around your front, a blanket covering the both of you, and the rest of the Avengers’ attention focused on the screen, Steve could do whatever he wanted with you and no one would notice. You gripped his forearm tightly as a thick finger dipped into your wetness before sliding over your clit. He circled it in slowly, agonizingly. Your composure began to crumble crack by crack. Each time Scott turned to everyone to deliver some stupid commentary or Wanda asked for you to pass a snack to her, a piece of your sanity chipped away. By the time your baby hairs were stuck to your forehead with sweat and your limbs felt nonexistent, Steve’s hand retreated.
He brought his plump lips to your ear discreetly.
“Get the camera, go to the guest bathroom, and wait for me.”
Like a woman possessed, you got up without hesitating and began to make your way out of the family living room.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mrs. America? Sit down,” Tony snarked.
“Period. Not feeling good.” You excused, keeping the lie short and simple so no one would ask questions.
Tony’s nose wrinkled slightly before he nodded, dismissing you with a wave of a hand. From behind you, Pepper scolded him.
“You’re going to have to get better at that. You have a daughter.”
He sighed deeply.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
Once you were out of earshot, you sprinted up to your and Steve’s room to retrieve the goods, then sprinted right back down to the guest bathroom. It didn’t take long for the love of your life to meet you at your rendezvous, his eyes wide and pupils dilated with anticipation. He made quick work of locking the door behind him before scooping you up into his arms and placing you on the granite counter. You giggled quietly as he practically tore off your shorts and panties, pushing his sweatpants down just enough to slide his cock out before taking the camera from you.
“They’re gonna love this,” Steve murmured, turning the device on and hitting record.
He angled the lens towards the treasure that laid in between your legs, gripping his member with one hand and slapping your cunt with it. Its sheer weight against your already stimulated pearl made you yelp. Steve shushed you quicky, letting go of his cock and letting his hips do the work. He continued to glide in between your wet folds, his now free hand sliding up your torso to push the hem of your oversized sweatshirt up. Once your bare breast were revealed to him, it didn’t take long until he was greedily massaging them in large palm. He allowed the camera to linger for a moment before returning it to its initial angle.
“Look at that,” He remarked lowly. “Already soaked me and I haven’t even been inside of you yet.”
Sure enough, his cock was glistening with your nectar. Your mouth watered, excited to see just how gorgeous it looked on camera.
“Think you can be quiet for me, pretty girl?”
You nodded eagerly, wiggling your hips needily. Steve let you play, chuckling darkly when his head caught your entrance, and he began to push into you. All of the oxygen was knocked out of you. No matter how many times you and Steve had sex, nothing could get you used to the first intrusion of his incredibly thick cock. Your inner thighs trembled as he bottomed inside of you, teeth sinking into your pillowy bottom lip as you suppressed a sharp gasp. Slowly, he withdrew his hips before roughly slamming back into you with a long, wanton moan.
“Fuck. You’re such a good girl letting me have you like this,” Steve praised, low grunts and growls reverberating from him as he increased his pace.
Everything was too much – from the pleasure your man was making you feel, the sounds he was making, how gorgeous he looked in the throes of passion, and the need to keep quiet. You felt like a ticking timebomb that could explode at any second.
And yet, things had just gotten started.
The two of you fucked like depraved animals, pouring every ounce of energy into your mutual pleasure. You wanted to badly to reach up and press your lips against his, but for the life of you could not get your brain to work, for your body was a slave for lust. Steve, however, could sense just what you needed. He placed the camera down, making sure it had a perfect shot of you both, before gathering you in his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours before devouring you’re his with his. He continued to fuck you without faltering, swallowing your whimpers and moans like a man starved.
“I fucking love you,” He huffed quietly just for you to hear, punctuating his words with vigorous thrusts. “I. Love. You. So. Much.”
“I love you,” You hummed, too cock drunk and fucked out. “’M gonna cum…so fucking hard.”
“Do it. While everyone out there worries about you because they think you don’t feel good when in reality, you’re too much of a cock slut and just couldn’t wait to get fucked. Do it.” Steve commanded, his own words shaky as he neared his release.
That was enough to push you over the edge. Unable to stop yourselves, you came with a vociferous sob, the tightening of your channel around his cock sending Steve over with an equally enthusiastic exultation. Rope after rope of cum coated your walls until eventually, it began to ooze out of you before Steve could even pull out. When he did, he had to hold himself back from ravishing you once more. The sight of your pussy, swollen from use, painted in his copious seed was one for sore eyes. He sure to get a generous amount of footage of the money shot, already anticipating the audience’s reactions before switching the camera off. You both recovered slumped in each other’s arms, the hulking blond’s face nuzzled sweetly against your bosom until you both deemed it appropriate to leave.
“I can’t go back out there.” You groaned, your head filling with every embarrassing scenario possible.
Steve chortled endearingly, carefully pulling your panties back up and the hem of your sweatshirt back down and over your bum. Putting your shorts back on was not even in question, you were far too sensitive for that.
“I got you, sugar,” He cooed, wrapping one arm under your bottom and scooping you into his embrace once more. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, dozing off as he walked the two of you to your room.
“Go ahead and upload. I’ll tell them that you don’t feel good and needed a nap, then I’ll be right up.” Steve promised as he gently laid you down on your shared bed.
You made yourself comfortable before reaching for Steve’s computer and doing your thing. You were unable to cease your lips from turning up into a devious smile as your nimble fingers danced across the keyboard.
“got fucked in the bathroom in the middle of family movie night”
After double checking everything, you hit upload and watched the views rise. The sensation Steve’s spent leaking out of your used hole as you read the comments your new home movie was already accruing caused heat to rise to your face. It was still a shock that you and America’s gold boy were living a double life as amateur pornstars.
user1: I thought the load nomad had in their first video was just a one off. Clearly this dude can nut like a fucking champ.
user2: this is so fucking hot especially when they were whispering to each other
user3: KJDHS that’s SO much cum???is that a condition or something???
user4: okay but that’s a nice ass bathroom are they making money off of these videos?
user5: idk if i wanna be nomad or lilac 😵💫
user6: i’m this 👌🏼 close to dedicating a fanpage to them
user7: not to be deep on fucking PORNHUB of all places but this is some real shit. you can feel the passion, love, and care they have for each other. this is the type of porn we should all be watching, none of that overproduced fake shit.
user7: this mf is built like captain america what the fuck do you eat nomad
The last comment made you laugh heartily, but also arose some concern. Was someone catching on? Worry filled the absence of lust. All it would take for the entirety of your lives to fall apart was for one person to put the pieces together. As much as you and Steve loved the rush, both of you were playing a dangerous game with your respective livelihoods.
But then you remembered Steve.
Steve and all he had sacrificed for the betterment of the world. Steve, the man who hadn’t even lived his life for himself and never once complained about it. Steve, who was finally being selfish and acting on his own desires rather than everyone else’s. Lilac and The Nomad was more than just an adult content channel. It was a symbol of the love of your life’s emancipation from social standards. The first step of him doing whatever the fuck he wanted, not what everyone else wanted. He deserved it. The two of you had taken every precaution to protect yourselves. No one would know. It was just a stupid joke.
“CHEERS!” EVERYONE CHIMED AS they clinked their glasses together.
“Congratulations, Cap!”
Sam beamed widely upon being called his new moniker for the first time. He placed an amicable arm around his predecessor.
“Thanks guys, and thank you for this opportunity, man.” He lauded.
“Literally, out with the old and in with the new.” Natasha sniggered, earning an eye roll from Steve.
“I can still fire you, Romanoff,” He countered.
The ember haired woman simply flipped him off before taking another swig of Russian vodka.
“On a real note, what are you going to do now?” Bruce inquired.
Steve shrugged, placing his beer bottle down casually.
“I don’t know. The only thing I could really think of was getting a place in Brooklyn, which we just did. I don’t have a plan for my next move and for once it feels…good.”
“Well,” Thor grunted. “You can start by finally getting drunk off of Asgardian liquor.”
Thor reached for a decanter behind him and the former captain a generous glass of the amber liquid.
“There you go! That’s my man! Drink up, spangles!” Tony encouraged.
“I’m not getting drunk,” Steve argued, causing everyone to boo loudly. “But…I’ll have this.”
He turned to you, his glass raised in his hand. His azure orbs were capacious, glimmering with hope. He wore a refreshed expression that you had never seen on him before as he smiled dazzlingly at you. It melted your heart to finally see him like this.
“To our new beginning.”
“Cheers.”
Everyone around you gagged playfully. You hushed them with a threatening hiss.
“I have so much dirt on you guys, I wouldn’t make a single sound if I were you.”
“…. Did that do something to you too?” Bucky teased.
“Hey, shut your fuckin’ mouth, punk!”
“OH! He curses now!”
The night persisted wonderfully. Sam was celebrated in the way he deserved to be. Sure, there was still a lot of work left to do in the world, but all of you were on a new life journey. And sure, new territory was scary, but it was also invigorating. To be able to rejoice together with the people you loved most was even more invigorating.
“Women do not watch porn!” Clint yelled. “That sounds fake!”
“Women probably watch more porn than men,” Natasha argued. “Better porn too. Not whatever you call those 5 minutes of pump and grunt.”
“I only watch women’s porn.” Laura added, her husband’s expression twisting into one of perplexion.
“You only what?”
“Speaking of porn,” Wanda giggled tipsily. “There’s this new couple that I’ve been watching and they’re—” She ended her sentence with the chef’s kiss gesture.
“Who?! I love that homemade shit!” Sam yelled from across the table.
“Their names are Nomad and Lilac on Pornhub,”
You and Steve tensed up, not moving a single centimeter for fear oF triggering something. What exactly was unknown. He gripped your hand reassuringly.
No one would find out.
“I wanna see.” Bucky chimed in, brows furrowed with curiosity.
Sam tittered mischievously, hopping to the living room to retrieve the television remote. You turned to your partner with a fearful expression. Steve shook his head discreetly, leaning in to peck your cheek soothingly.
“And that’s our que to call it a night.” He quickly stated, saving face successfully.
“He loves her so much he doesn’t even want to see another woman get railed.” Wanda cried to herself drunkenly. “That’s so sweet,”
“Good night, everyone,” You bid, swallowing the frog in your throat.
“Good night, you two. You know where your room is right?” Pepper questioned politely.
“We’re all good, Pep. Thank you for having us,” Steve thanked, wishing everyone one final farewell before rushing the both of you to one of the Stark guest rooms.
“Steven! They’re fucking watching us!” You panicked quietly.
“I believe the correct way to say that is ‘they’re watching us fuck’—”
“…Are you actually joking with me right now?”
“Sweetheart,” Steve uttered softly, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s okay. I promise. Thousands of people have watched us. This is no different. You and I did a pretty damn good job at covering our bases. If the world hasn’t figured it out, the people closest to us definitely won’t.”
Silence filled the room as you retired to the confines of your intrusive thoughts.
“We can stop if you’re worried. We’ll take everything down, crush up the camera and computer into pieces, toss them into a landmine, and act like nothing ever happened. I want you comfortable, honey.” Steve promised.
You shook your head.
“No, no. I’m sorry. I just got a little shocked. That’s all.” You rushed out.
“Don’t apologize. I got a little scared too. I mean, my heart dropped to my goddamn stomach. I haven’t felt that since Coney Island.”
His belly filled with butterflies when you laughed, all of your worries dissipating into thin air.
“But you know what else I felt?” He proposed, his soft tone taking on a huskier one.
You hummed in response, your heart skipping a beat at the shift in energy.
“Desire. Lust.” He pulled you towards him until your body was pressed against his, your lips barely brushing his. “I want to see their expressions while they watch us.”
It was like you were never worried in the first place when your back hit the mattress and Steve’s body covered yours.
“Let’s calm you down, pretty girl.”
From the living room, the Avengers played each Lilac and The Nomad video one after another. Wanda simply fangirled, loving that her suggestion was actually being enjoyed thoroughly by everyone. The video of you and Steve having a quickie in the bathroom was the best to play. It had become one of your most viewed videos, the reach far greater than you would have imagined.
“This one’s my favorite personally.” Laura critiqued casually as the video reached its halfway mark.
“In the middle of a family movie night, huh? Which one of you nasty shitheads has pulled one of those?” Sam accused, pointing a finger at each person.
“We would all know if someone did.”
“True. It would be obvious. Did anyone even leave last movie night?”
“Steve and Y/N did.”
No one spoke. Everyone went silent before glancing around at each other and then back up at the television screen.
“B-but, he said she was having…lady problems.” Scott stuttered, his expression growing more and more mortified as he began to connect the dots.
“That sweater does look familiar.” Bucky pointed out, gesturing to the display on the screen with a jerk of his head.
“I, uh, bought one just like that for her,” Natasha spoke under her breath. “It was a souvenir.”
“Steve Rogers wouldn’t do that stuff, guys! C’mon! That’s Captain America!” Scott blurted out in pure denial.
“Not anymore.” Tony rebutted. “That is a free man who can do whatever he pleases. As you can see—” He pointed to the TV animatedly.
“That’s definitely them. A couple months ago he asked me for computer recommendations, and I ended up building one for him. When has that man ever cared about computers?”
“Check the date of the video in the description.”
Unable to handle the anticipation, Bucky snatched the remote from a shocked Scott’s hand and scrolled down to the description. He scoffed with a smile of disbelief.
“Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t think the little shit had it in him.”
“These are just coincidences, you guys! We have no confirmation whatsoever that it’s the—”
Something akin to a cry mixed with a moan from a couple doors away cut their words short. One that sounded exactly like the ones coming from the TV. Your teammates had all of the confirmation they need.
“Sooooo….how do we look them in the eye now?”
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asian reader moodboard series masterlist
While my inbox is always open for general writing and moodboard requests, this series is a special project dear to my heart. I see very little Asian representation in self-insert community spaces and personally, it hurts a lot. But what we make is what we see so here I am.
Currently, I make moodboards for mostly C. Evans characters, Bucky Barnes, and some other S. Stan characters. Feel free to inquire in my inbox. I do not do RPF (real person fiction).
You can be very specific in your reader request (such as Tamil!Reader, Shanghainese!Reader, Khmer!Reader) or more general (EA!Reader, Desi!Reader, SEA!Reader) but please include the aesthetic/vibe/prompt/colors you want as well. You're very welcome to specify that you want a darker model!! (FUCK COLORISM)
Anyone can request and anyone can reblog. In fact, please do or else no one will ever know about these 🥹
*The pictures I use are not mine, all are found on Pinterest*
A Morning in Mumbai - Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader, for @emyearns (June 9th, 2021)
These Idle Hours - Ransom Drysdale x East Asian!Reader; light academia (December 17th, 2021)
Where the Green Grass Grows - Jake Jensen x Korean!Reader, for @babyjakes; cottagecore (July 3rd, 2023)
Glitter on Your Lips - Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x Desi!Reader, for @astrorogers; 80s disco (September 1st, 2023)
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#asian reader moodboard series#asian representation#moodboards#ce characters#chris evans#sebastian stan#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x reader#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale x you#jake jensen x reader#jake jensen x you#more to come!!
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ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ | ᴄ. ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ
Chris Evans x Korean-American!Reader
summary: It’s tricky to introduce the boyfriend to one’s parents in the middle of a worldwide pandemic—so FaceTime has to be sufficient for now.
word count: 4k
warnings: a smidge of anxiety and insecurity, mentions of pandemic and the virus, talk about said virus, pandemic and overall social situation (but really short), but overall fluff, my inability of keeping things short, my attempts of Korean (I’m still a beginner’s learner, so I had to use some dictionary magic, sorry folks 👉🏻👈🏻), not perfectly proofread, a short social media post kinda thing at the end with Arden Cho as the faceclaim—but you can ignore that if you want <3
author’s note: I’m not Korean myself, but I kinda had this idea stuck in my head, and I really hope you won’t rip my head off because I’m writing something like this 👉🏻👈🏻 Edit: the wonderful @a-cup-of-earl-grey-please helped me with the Korean bits in this piece!! <3
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Humming, YN pushed the door close with her hip, arms crowded by bags full of groceries so they didn’t have to go out for another few weeks without scratching the point of starvation and kicked off her flats. Commotion was heard somewhere in the house before Dodger rounded the corner and greeted her with an excitedly lolled-out tongue and big eyes, looking up at her and one of the bags in particular, tail wiggling heavily.
“Hey, baby,” she greeted her best (fur) friend before walking down the hallway to get her new possessions into the kitchen—Dodger hot on her heels. “Calm down, bub. I know that you know that I got you those treats, but you have to cut me some slack, yeah? I’m not your daddy who can easily carry everything on one arm and fish your stuff out with the other. It’s not so easy peasy lemon squeezy without muscles like Mount Everest, y’know?” Grinning, she talked with the dog while arriving in the kitchen and letting everything plop down onto the kitchen island.
She quickly went to the sink, squirted some disinfecting soap on her hands—she still wondered where Chris had found that invention—and started to wash her hands while singing Happy Birthday under her breath. A tad more than twenty seconds later, she rinsed the soap, dried her hands, and returned to the pile of stuff waiting for her to get unpacked.
Rummaging through the tote bags and the rare paper bags—only bought when her already brought bags weren’t enough—YN tried to find the treats Dodger was obsessed with and ripped open the new package before turning around and letting him sit. “Such a good boy,” she smiled while crouching down and letting him devour the small treats in the palm of her hand as if there was no tomorrow. “Don’t tell your dad, but I got him some treats as well. Remember the time when he emptied my bag of injeolmi raiseubol on his own? Well, he can’t eat mine anymore because he has his own stack now.”
Giggling at the tickling feeling of Dodger’s tongue lapping at her fingertips, she didn’t hear when Chris entered the lower floor. “What shouldn’t he tell me?” Looking up, a grin formed again on her delicate features. “Nothing?” The bear of a man raised a dark blonde eyebrow, and YN let him pull her upwards and straight into his arms.
Her Asian roots and heritage let her appear like a tiny fairy next to him. They could totally pull off a Tinker Bell and Peter Pan costume for Halloween now that she thought of… Depending on the outcome of everything and if the world could get its shit together before burning everything to ashes and the ground. But she would keep that idea in the back of her head because she really wanted to dress up at some point again.
“Got you some of those snacks you seemed to really like when you worked through every box and bag,” she whispered, lips ghosting over his after Chris had bent his head down to hers, nose tips softly rubbing against each other. “So that’s where you disappeared to?” YN nodded and let him push some of the dark, silky strands behind her ear. “Sorry for forgetting my phone. I was already halfway there when I thought of it and wanted to get everything before the flood of people came. Jus’wanted to get outta there as fast as possible.”
The current situation, even after weeks of their new reality, still haunted and scared her to an extent she never would’ve imagined possible. Wearing masks was nothing she dreaded—she was used to it from her time overseas during her studies—but the fact that everything got worse and worse without any sight of a turning point was anxiety-inducing.
Chris wrapped her tighter in his strong arms and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Don’t have to apologize, sweets. Just glad you made it back in time. The FaceTime call with your parents is still on for today, right?” Nodding, YN soothingly rubbed his back as soon as she heard the slight hesitation in his voice, saw and heard his thick gulping, trying to swallow the rising nerves. “Hey,” she mumbled, cupping his bearded face with both hands and giving him a serious look-over. “We don’t have to do this if you think it’s not a good time. We still can cancel if you wanna do it in person because it’s easier, less stressful, less nerve-racking. It’s not like they know what I’m up to—my mom may suspect something because she keeps track of me through tabloids and social media, but she knows that those are almost always lies and that I would tell her in time if something is up.”
She had never been nervous herself when it came to introducing her boyfriends to her parents because she almost always never really thought of what they would think about them. But with Chris? She really needed them to like him because even after only a year and a half, she knew with shocking clarity that he was the one for her. And her parents had to like him.
They simply just must.
But she also feared the possibility of overwhelming this poor man in front of her—especially now in times like these when they constantly brinked to the state of losing their heads through anxiety and plain fear of getting sick, and nobody knew what would happen then. She wanted to make it as perfect and comfortable as possible for him because she always wanted for him to like her parents back.
Chris’ hands atop her hips tightened their hold before gently loosening it again; his thumbs rubbed slow circles into the fabric of her shirt. “No… No. I still wanna do it. You already met my family, and I guess it’s time, don’t you think?” Softly shrugging, YN looked up at him, his face still enveloped by her hands. She started to comb her fingers through his soft hair, knowing very well that it soothed him more than anything else she could do. “It doesn’t matter what I think, love. I want it to be as comfortable as possible for you, y’know. You made me feel so welcomed when I met Lisa for the first time, so perfectly content with the moment. I just… just wanna do the same for you.” She let her eyes fall shut as Chris kissed the crown of her head before tilting her head upwards to him, his finger under her chin to move it, and proceeded to kiss her lips numerous times.
The tender pecks and the tickling feeling of his beard on her soft skin made her giggle.
“You already do, baby. Alone that you think about it so thoroughly… Fuck, I love you so much,” the man whispered against her lips. “The most perfect woman there is,” he continued, pressing another set of kisses to her lips. “Stop over-exaggerating,” YN scolded him with a soft laugh and swatted his broad chest. “Instead, help me get this stuff unpacked and carry this freaking heavy sack of rice in the pantry, Mister America’s Ass.”
With a boyish grin on his features, Chris shamelessly dug through the Korean snacks he had learned to love since YN had entered his life and had shown him the culinary variety she grew up with. “Ooooh, you got the honey butter chips!” Which was followed by: “And the chocolate-cracker stuff! Yes.” Chris had nothing but a sweet tooth.
Meanwhile, YN started to sort the unpacked stuff in piles for the fridge, the cupboards, and the pantry, while Dodger patiently followed her during every step, hoping for another handful of treats with big round eyes—and of course, he got one.
She never could deny her two boys anything.
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Sitting on one of the dining chairs in the kitchen, YN smiled brightly at her iPad’s screen as her mom's face appeared with a similar smile. “Hey, eomma!” The familiar Korean word for Mom strangely always soothed her. Cho-Hee observed her daughter on the other side of the world closely before her dark brows furrowed over her worried eyes. “Bab meokeutni?” The daughter rolled her eyes with a soft smile. “Of course, I’ve eaten, Mom. Probably more than enough to sustain an entire town for a month. Netflix and snacks are my newest best friends,” she grinned before propping up her chin in the palm of her hand, eyes still trained on the screen. Her mother sighed softly. “I only worry about you, aegiya (baby), especially now with you so far away. Are you staying inside? Keep your distance? Order everything you can instead of going out to get it yourself?” She continued to nod at every given point. “Yes, yes, and yes. Though I feel bad for the people delivering me my stuff, y’know? It’s just unfair. But I at least can provide them with proper face masks. Last week I saw our postman with a mask almost already falling to pieces.” Through the upsetting feeling rising inside her, YN didn’t even realize she used our instead of mine. “Like… why can’t the government just provide them? Last time I saw a package at the store, I almost dropped to the floor. They’re so expensive, Mom. And then you have to be lucky to get some anyway. It’s like playing the lottery.”
Groaning, YN stopped her frustrated rambling spree before taking a deep breath. “Sorry, Mom. It’s just… I don’t know. It shouldn’t be like this.” It certainly hit differently when spending a lot of one’s lifetime in a country with a far better social security system, actually providing for its people. But her mother gladly didn’t object to her words. “I understand, love. I really do. The situation only emphasizes societal inequality—but maybe this is also a good thing. Try to be a bit hopeful, yes? Maybe this will lead to changes in the future.” YN couldn’t help it—as always—but admired her mother. She always tried to find something positive in every aspect of life or put hope in the future. “I try, I promise,” YN mumbled before cocking an eyebrow. “Where is Dad?” Her mother turned in her chair and called loving obscenities into the small house in the countryside around Seoul, demanding that her husband move his butt over so he could greet his only child—and utmost pride.
In-Sung appeared in the camera range of the propped-up iPad, and YN waved with a wide grin. Before meeting Chris, her father had been her most favorite male person on this planet—now they both shared that spot.
“Hey, appa (Dad),” she continued to grin but had to look down at the sudden feeling of a warm furry body pressing against her shins, desperate for attention. Dodger pushed his head between her knees and waited for her to grant him the attention he wanted. YN could see Chris out of the corner of her eye, trying to whistle the dog back without getting noticed for now. “Hey, princess. How you’re holding up?” Turning her head to the right, the woman looked over at Chris, lifting both brows softly in question. “Everything‘s great, Dad,” she said while communicating silently. Her father, on the other hand, observed the scene and her surroundings more closely as her mother would ever do. “Where are you, YN? This is not your living room. I would know if you had a window front.”
Turning back, she started to scratch Dodger behind his ear and picked up her nervous habit of biting on her bottom lip. “I… uhm…,” YN began before taking a deep breath. “I have to tell you something,” she continued and waved Chris over, who now hesitantly walked closer. He wasn’t in the picture yet, but her parents probably knew that something was definitely up. She reached for his hand, squeezing it tenderly and reassuringly, before softly pulling at it to get him to sit down on the chair right next to her. “Actually, I want you to meet someone,” YN corrected herself before softly pushing the iPad a bit to the right, so Chris was on screen right next to her. She still could see the surprised—but pleased—expressions settling on her parents’ faces. “Appa, eomma—this is Chris and… well, he is my boyfriend.” Shortly, she paused before opening her mouth again, suddenly overcome by the urge to explain herself. “This isn’t new at all, and I’m really sorry for not telling you sooner or introducing him sooner, but I kinda wanted to figure this out first before dragging another guy in front of you who would disappear in a month or two, so it’s not his fault, and again, I’m seriously sorry, and—”
Chris’ hand settled on her thigh, squeezing it gently to pull her out of that anxious state of self-explanatory she fell into. She looked up at him, swallowing the next flood of words at his loving, reassuring smile, and let him pull her chair closer to his before he moved the iPad as well. Dodger followed close while still sitting on his butt—lazy boy—and rested his head back on her mid-thigh; dark eyes kept looking up at her, demanding scratches and overall love from his other favorite human.
“You don’t have to apologize, aegiya, and you know it as well as we do,” her mom told her before smiling as brightly as the sun at Chris. He, on the other hand, started to shift in his chair before throwing her one last look—an apologetic one she didn’t quite understand—and moving his gaze back to her parents on the screen. “Annyeong haseyo, abeonim, eomeonim. Manna boepge doeeo yeong-gwang-ipnida (Hello, mother, father (in a formal setting, also used as mother/father-in-law). I’m honored to meet you),” the man right next to her suddenly spoke in almost flawless Korean, which almost led to YN’s fall from her chair. Her parents squealed in excitement—well, at least it sounded like squealing noises—and her mother clapped her hands with a wide smile on her face while her father nodded in utter approval. “This was excellent, Chris!” In-Sung followed close in his wife’s assuring words but directed to his daughter. “You will keep this one, young lady,” he warned her jokingly before chuckling quietly.
“It’s nice to meet you, Chris. Even though I have to say I already saw it coming,” Cho-Hee still smiled while YN only rolled her eyes. “Mom, please.” Her father softly shoved the woman next to him. “Don’t start bragging about your social media addiction, love. It’s nothing to brag about.” Both her parents laughed, and YN still couldn’t comprehend how happy they were even after so many years of being married and living together.
This was exactly what she wanted for herself—preferably with the man sitting to her right.
Chris chuckled next to her and let his arm rest on the back of her chair, fingers tenderly caressing her shoulder and upper arm. “Thank the universe for translators. Korean is such an interesting but difficult language if I’m being honest. I’m always listening and watching in awe when YN starts to speak so fluently, I barely can keep up with her.” YN grinned at him before turning to her parents again. “He is being modest. He asked me to teach him a few things, and his pronunciation is really good, even if he doesn’t like to admit it,” she teased him and nudged his side lovingly, bringing him to show his beautiful and radiant smile. “But I didn’t teach him that. You did so well, love.” The praise followed naturally, just like the kiss on his bearded cheek, not seeing the looks her parents exchanged.
“She is right. It sounded almost perfect. And the pronunciation is really the trickiest part, followed by the writing,” her father chuckled before an interested expression settled onto his face. “So, you two quarantine together?” Her mother had propped her chin in both hands and stared at the screen with something almost resembling heart eyes. Chris nodded. “We do. YN was still in New York when it hit, and everything started to shut down, so I drove down the coast and practically threw her in the car to have her here.” He needed to lie if he had to tell people he wasn’t relieved to have gotten her out of there—the news of the harsh impact in the city still haunted his dreams. His anxiety tried to spiral every night until he reached over to the other bedside to feel YN sleeping safely and soundly right next to him.
“Why didn’t you just leave, aegiya? Poor Chris,” her mother almost chastised her with a raised finger, and YN gently shrugged. “I didn’t want to bother him. I wanted to ask, but you know how I get. Y’all know.” Chris pulled her closer to his side and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Your nosy mother probably already knows it—…” Cho-Hee hit her husband’s shoulder at that, and he chuckled under his breath, “—…but how did you two get to know each other?” YN had already opened her mouth, but her mother was faster. “You know they made a movie together! We were at the premiere!” In-Sung patted her hand gently. “I know, my impatient love, but I want to hear it from them. Main source acquiring.”
YN grinned at that and shrugged softly before looking up at Chris. “I mean, we knew each other before that already. Remember We Bought a Zoo?” Both her parents nodded. “Of course, we remember! It was your directing debut.” Again, her mother seemed to have heart eyes, and YN’s grin widened. “Well, Scarlett and I became really good friends, and suddenly she introduced me to this man here but we never had the right timing, didn’t we?” Chris shook his head with a soft smile. “Not really, no. Either it was me who was in a relationship or you, but I’ve always fancied you, sweets. It may’ve started as a crush, but then my agent told me you would be in Knives Out, and I just had to text you after disappearing for… weeks?” The woman chuckled gently. “More like months to almost a year, but we’re staying with weeks to make you feel better about it, love.”
He grinned at that before turning to face her parents again. “And then one came to the other, we grabbed a couple of coffees, I realized she finally wasn’t taken anymore, and I practically jumped the gun at her on our last day of shooting.” She accepted the kiss to her temple again. “That’s why you two seemed too familiar and… cozy on that carpet. Young lady…” Her father grinned a cheeky grin, and YN returned the exact same one on her face. “I’ve learned from the best,” she winked at him, meaning the innocent but nonetheless loving moments she always witnessed when they were out in public, and her father and mother behaved like lovesick teenagers—but the adorable kind, with long gazes and lingering hugs without pulling too much attention from passerby’s.
“We are really happy for you two,” Cho-Hee said with a loving smile. “Is your dog somewhere? He is part of the family as well, after all,” she smiled, and Chris nodded with a grin. “He is. Jus’ a sec’.” He took the iPad from the stand and switched the camera while filming the space underneath the table where Dodger still sat between YN’s slightly parted legs, head resting on her mid-thigh. His eyes looked up at him and the iPad, but he didn’t move an inch, reveling in the scratches and petting continuously provided by YN. “He is enamored by her,” the man chuckled, listening to the cooing echoing from the speakers before moving the iPad back up and switching the camera again. “So, the Evans boys have something in common,” In-Sung laughed, and Chris just had to laugh alongside him. “That’s probably true,” he continued to grin and looked over at YN with a lovestruck expression as she checked the clock.
“We won’t hold you from your sleep any longer.” Her parents smiled at their only child, visible pride on their faces. “But Mom?” Cho-Hee hummed in question. “Could you find me the recipes for Gamjatang, Kongguksu, and Doenjang jjigae? I think you still have the recipe book of halmeoni (grandma), and I forgot to write it down when I last visited you.” Her mother nodded with a soft smile. “Of course, my love. I will look for it tomorrow morning.”
YN mumbled a gentle “Thanks, eomma” and leaned closer to Chris. “It was a real pleasure to meet you officially, Chris. As soon as domestic travel is allowed again, you two must visit so the rest of the family can meet him.” Both nodded at the words of In-Sung, and both couples waved their goodbyes and ended the FaceTime call.
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Chris laid outstretched on the sofa after he had changed into a Red Sox shirt and watched the baseball game on the tv screen until YN ventured into the living room—clad in a pair of sports tights and one of his shirts. He moved a bit so his back was resting against the armrest, and welcomed her with open arms as YN climbed atop of him.
“Do you think they like me?” He just had to ask that question because it had ghosted through his mind since they ended the call an hour ago. The woman smiled down at him and continued to play with his long fingers. “After you showed off your Korean skills?” Chris smiled bashfully up at her and wrapped his arms around her back as she leaned down. Their lips almost touched as she spoke again. “They adored you from the beginning,” she whispered and kissed him tenderly. “Yeah?” YN nodded at his question. “Totally,” she stressed and giggled as something came to her mind. “Mom wrote me a few minutes ago. Told me again to really try to make you tag along when I visit the family again. Called you sawikkam.”
He looked confused, and YN giggled again, pressing another kiss to his lips. “It means future son-in-law or prospective son-in-law. A person who’s worthy of being their daughter’s husband.” A glowing smile stretched across his face, anxiety instantly gone. “Oh, is that so?” She hummed, lips still partially connected. “It’s a great honor.” Another kiss was pressed to his softly parted lips. “My mom never said that to any of my boyfriends before you, so… You have their blessing if you ever think about going that path. You don’t have to, of course, and you don’t need to feel pressured into anything if you don’t think it’s what you wa—…”
Chris couldn’t let her end that ludicrous sentence and just pulled her incredibly close to kiss her like a man possessed. “Stop that thought right there,” he huskily whispered and let his hands wander over her back to her butt, closing his fingers around the cheeky globes and pulling her body closer to him after he had sat up on the couch. “We’re in this for the long run, sweetheart. As if I could let you go again.” A soft laugh escaped YN as she wrapped her legs around his slender waist and let him kiss her again like he loved her more than anything.
And in Chris’ opinion, precisely that was the case.
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chrisevans I met her parents, so it’s time to make this social media-official, I guess ❤️
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scottevansgram I can finally show off with all the pictures and videos I have of her scaring the living daylight out of you! A victory for humankind!
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↳ anthonymackie I’m interested in said footage 👀
yourinstagram You used a very pretty picture, handsome. A wonder it doesn’t have the quality of a photo from one of those conspiracy websites allegedly showing Area 51 💀
liked by yourfan7, yourfan5, scottevansgram, and 548 others
↳ liz_olsen rip Chris Evans 5/11/2020
↳ chrisevans Do you try to insult my perfectly working phone?
↳ yourinstagram I not only tried—I did 😘
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evansstan My life finally has meaning again 😱
lisa_capuano I’m so happy for you two ❤️
↳ yourinstagram Thank you, Mama Evans 👉🏻👈🏻
↳ lisa_capuano I’ll swing by later to leave some treats out at your door, sweets ❤️
↳ yourfan1 Mama Evans loves YN SO MUCH 🥹
liked by lisa_capuano, carly_evans, and 15 others
chrisstan1 I saw you once at the café I worked, and I saw how happy you two already were. I’m really, really happy for you, Chris <3
imsebastianstan So happy for you two. Though I need to demand some alone time with my best friend post-lockdown!
↳ chrisevans Which of us do you mean? Choose your words wisely, Seb 👀
↳ yourinstagram He obviously meant me, love 👸🏻
↳ imsebastianstan I actually did, yeah. Sorry, C, but I knew her longer
↳ chrisevans That’s how betrayal feels like. Wow. 💀
↳ yourinstagram Don’t act all drama queen on social media, Chris. I can see your grin from the other side of the kitchen 👀
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↳ yn_and_chris I love them, your honor 🥺
yourfan2 Thank you for making her so happy, Chris! ❤️
↳ yourfan3 +1
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Sorry for adding that social media bit, but my brain screamed at me to just go with the flow and do it 👉🏻👈🏻 Hope y’all enjoyed this one and don’t come for my head because I wrote this as a non-Korean. If I did something wrong Korean-wise, please let me know! I appreciate your help a lot, especially as a beginner learner. Gotta learn from those mistakes 👌🏻 I’m super unhappy with the ending and how this one turned out bc I’ve never introduced my partners to my parents bc they never cared enough lol. As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!
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Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!
Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.
September Fics
9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern
9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting
Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan
9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains
9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight
9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger
Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway
9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky
9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky
9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876
9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs
9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic
9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666
9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf
9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting
9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy
9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory
Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses
Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren
9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck
Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer
9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim
Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares
9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle
9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza
9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes
9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass
9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan
9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark
9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive
9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites
9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde
Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby
Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads
9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen
Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark
Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx
October Fics
10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos
10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis
10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis
10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing
10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites
10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove
10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513
10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)
Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)
10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)
10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)
The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)
November Fics
December Fics
December Masterlist
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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 3 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌
Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)
Summary: Livia arrives in Sapphire Falls, only to bump into the one person she missed the most. When Abigail wants to escape crazy farm life, she recognizes someone herself.
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: None.
The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)
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There was one thing I forgot about Sapphire Falls and that is the lack of public transportation. It’s quite the distance from the station to the hotel, but thankfully I am used to living in New York City and walking is my second nature.
The downside to it: there is a tiny hill up there.
Despite that, I continue my walk and can’t help but smile. I am back home. It is so nice to be back. Everything is like I remembered. The smell is the same, the entourage is the same.
Of course I could’ve gone back home a lot sooner, but the more time went by since my departure here, the harder it got. But I guess I just had to hit a complete low point in life for me to finally pack a suitcase and come back here.
I wonder what it’s gonna be like once I reach the heart of Sapphire Falls. I can’t wait to see what Christmas decorations are up and how the city has turned into a real life snow globe.
I hear a truck approaching from behind me, but I’m walking near the fences, so there is no way the car is gonna hit me. Besides, people from here are sweet and kind, no one would do such a thing.
However the car starts to slow down. Great, now I have to make small talk. I barely got here ten minutes ago and didn’t even get the chance to mentally prepare myself for it.
‘You look lost,’ I hear a voice say.
Wait a minute, I recognize that voice. The hairs in my neck are standing up straight, not necessarily in a bad way, but more because I can’t believe this is the first person I’m going to encounter here.
‘Yeah,’ I answer, ‘I haven’t been here in quite a while.’ I stop walking and turn around to face the car, only to detect I was right.
Caleb Syverson, though we always just called him Sy. With one hand still on the wheel, he looks so effortlessly handsome. Still rocking that short buzz cut, but now it’s accompanied by a thick beard.
Damn, I forgot how attractive I always found him. He truly gets finer and more handsome the older he gets.
‘Hi,’ I say, when he isn’t saying anything, appearing to be at a loss for words.
‘Livia Darmandi?’ he asks, a deep frown between his brows. ‘Is that really you?’
‘In all her glory.’
Not caring that he is in the middle of the road, he stops the car and opens the door. Sy had always been a buff kind of kid in high school, but over the course of many years, he got even beefier than before. Thick arms in the lumberjack blouse, a broad chest.
He takes me in completely, before a smirk toys on his lips. ‘I can’t believe it’s you,’ he says, his voice a lot warmer than before. I wrap my arms around his wide shoulders once he’s close enough and he lifts me up like I’m weighing nothing.
I hug him closer, taking in his familiar scent. I missed being engulfed in his arms like this.
Maybe I just missed him.
Once he places me on the ground again, his large hands rest on my shoulders. ‘You look good, Liv.’
Liv. That one nickname I always despised when others used it, but absolutely adored when he said it. ‘Thank you. You look quite alright yourself. I see you managed to grow a beard.’
He rolls his eyes. ‘The potential was there when you left,’ he says. ‘What… What brings you here?’
‘I had to escape New York. I… I’m looking for inspiration here.’
‘Yeah, I read somewhere you’re a pretty famous author now.’
He knew? Sy had never been much of a reader growing up. I helped him write a lot of essays for our English Lit class and getting him to read wasn’t easy. So, I never would’ve guessed that he would keep up with my writing career. I nod before I say: ‘Yeah, but now I’m drained with no inspiration left, so maybe home will help me out and fill me with creativity.’
‘You’re staying at the hotel?’
‘Yeah.’
He already grabs my suitcase and says: ‘Allow me to give you a lift.’ He smirks. ‘You forgot about the buses, didn’t you? Big city girls are used to public transport.’
I fake an exaggerated gasp. ‘How mean,’ I say, as he loads my suitcase in the back. I sit next to him in the truck and I realize it’s an even larger model than the one he owned as a teen.
‘So,’ I ask Sy when he’s seated next to me, ‘how’s the ranch?’
‘Ranch is doing just fine.’
‘How are Dottie and Abigail?’
When he doesn’t answer, I look to the side, only to see the color is drained from his face. ‘Mom died a few years ago.’
‘Oh no,’ I say, hating myself for not knowing this. ‘Sy, I’m so sorry.’
He shrugs. ‘She had a heart attack.’
I don’t quite know what to do with that information. So we both stare over the road, as he drives ever so recklessly and we’re nearing the city in no time.
‘We tried to invite you,’ Sy then tells me. ‘But you’re like Houdini. Just disappeared after you left Sapphire Falls.’
And that pains me to hear. ‘I’m so sorry, Sy,’ I say. ‘I… I’m sorry I missed it.’
He shakes his head. ‘It’s alright, Liv.’
‘I take it you and Abigail took over the ranch?’
‘Yeah. I do the hard work, Abigail takes care of the more logistical parts.’
I snicker softly. ‘Paperwork never was your thing.’
‘Still isn’t.’
The drive goes by in silence, but that’s mostly because I have no idea what to say. When we were younger, I was always the one who would break the silence, unable to bear the quietness. However, now I have no clue what to say to him and it turns out, Sy still doesn’t mind the tranquility.
He parks in front of the hotel and when we’re out of the car, he hands me back my suitcase.
‘Thank you, Sy, for the drive.’
‘How long are you staying?’
I shrug. ‘Don’t know. I don’t have a time or date to go back to New York.’
‘Well, you should come by the ranch. I’m sure Abigail would like to catch up.’
I nod. ‘Yeah, I would really like to see her.’ I fiddle with the handle of my suitcase. ‘I would really like to catch up with you, Sy. I… I…’ Missed you. ‘I wanna know everything that happened in the years I wasn’t here.’
‘Eleven,’ he says.
I have no idea what he is talking about. ‘What?’
‘You weren’t here for eleven years.’
I swallow hard. Time sure has flown by. I knew a long while had passed, but I didn’t expect it to be eleven years. ‘Ah, right.’
‘But I wanna catch up with you too. We have quite a few animals here. I wonder if you know all the valuable and important lessons I taught you.’
‘I might have been a city girl for many years, but those lessons are rooted in my DNA.’
And then I see it again: his beautiful smirk. It sure does things to me and things include sweaty palms. ‘I think so too.’
‘I should check in,’ I say, despite not wanting to say my goodbyes to him just yet.
‘I’ll see you around, Liv. Don’t be a stranger and just knock on the door of Honey Bee Ranch. Remember: the door’s always open for you.’
And with that, he gets back in his truck again and without so much of a wave, he drives off.
Welcome back to Sapphire Falls, Livia Darmandi.
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While the animals have my heart and I don’t necessarily despise my brother, there are moments where the farm just pushes me to the limits. I crave normalcy, something none animal related. No feces, no noises, just something that resembles city life.
I need a chai latte, so I step into my pick-up truck and drive to town with the same driving style as Sy, which some might call a little reckless, but in reality it’s just the Syverson way of driving. The parking spot in front of my beloved cafe is free.
Finally something that goes right for me today. It better goes uphill from here.
I open the door and am welcomed with the familiar ring. ‘Ah,’ the barista says when his eyes land on me, ‘one chai latte for my favorite Syverson coming up.’
Am I coming over here too often or is this town just too damn small?
While I wait for my order to come up, I think about the times I used to come here with my friends. With Livia, Sy and Chris. We would sit in the booth in the far left corner, Sy and Livia without an inch between them, while me and Chris tried to keep some space between us. Which was kinda impossible with the unspacious seats and the fact that Chris and I weren’t the smallest people.
Chris. Is it possible for someone to be your best friend and not at the same time? We hung out all the time, we talked all the time, but there was always this tension, this friction between us. I didn’t think a lot of it, since our friendship still worked. He was there for me when I needed him, and I was there for him. We shared basically everything. Hell, he even knew when I had my period. We were so close, I could just tell by the look on his face what he was thinking most of the time.
So when he left town to pursue his basketball career, I would have never imagined he’d never look back. We had only texted a couple times, but not even a month after he left, he stopped answering me. I figured I had it coming. He couldn’t be seen with me anymore, not when he was about to become famous. The athletic basketballer with the simple, hefty, farm girl?
The barista calling my name pulls me out of my thoughts. I know I shouldn’t be thinking these things, but it’s hard to stop myself. Especially because I still have no idea why he broke contact with me.
In desperate need of some fresh–and not the smelly farm air–I decide to take a walk. With my coffee in hand I stride out of the café and turn the corner onto the main street of Sapphire Falls. It is crowded, people in this town like to be prepared for Christmas so they start shopping as soon as possible. I, on the other hand, procrastinate until the last moment.
Before my parents died, Christmas was a big deal. We decorated the farm, even the stables, put up the biggest tree dad could find and everyone we loved came over for Christmas dinner.
But all of that changed after Mom died. She kept Christmas going for Dad. That was her way of remembering him. For me and Sy, it was just too painful. We just had dinner, or met up with some friends downtown.
An enthusiastic shopper almost bumps into me. I give him a polite smile, but on the inside I feel like throwing my coffee in his face. Too bad that’s something I shouldn’t do; within minutes the whole town would know and they would form an opinion about me in a heartbeat.
The presents in the shopper’s hand got me thinking on the other hand; maybe I should get Sy an actual present this year. Every year I give him socks and clothes, because the man is incapable of taking care of himself. But when he gave me a new lens for my camera last year, I felt like I should step up and give him a more thoughtful present.
I figure it couldn’t hurt to look around. While I’m walking through the crowd towards the warehouse, I hear people whisper around me. I see someone pointing somewhere ahead of me. I can’t believe he is back, I hear someone whisper. Who is back? I think to myself.
My heart stops and blood appears to freeze in my veins when I understand who everyone is whispering about. I recognize that back, the stance and that hair. The last time I saw it in real life was when he left. But now this is not my fantasy nor my imagination thinking about it.
This is truly the Chris Evans. He is the type of man that was always attractive, but will look elite the older he gets. His beard, his stance. His back got broader, his legs thicker and did he manage to get even taller?
Everything about him is gorgeous. My mouth turns dry, and I try to take a sip of my coffee only to find out it’s already empty. Chris Evans is back in town. And my coffee is empty. This day is not going uphill like I hoped.
Of course I’ve looked him up, of course I saw him being engaged to a woman called Bethany, but when I saw that ring on her non manicured finger and the average engagement picture, I decided to not hurt myself more and stop looking at his Instagram. I never expected him to marry me, but seeing him with another woman, that hurt.
He never dated much back in high school, neither did I, but that was mostly because no one seemed interested in me. Chris on the other hand had girls swirling around him, but he turned most of them down. He went on the occasional date, had a girlfriend here and there but never for longer than a month. We always teased and asked him about it, but he always said he wanted to focus on his basketball career and that he’d rather hang out with us.
I missed him. The second the thought appears in my mind I feel conflicted. Did I really miss the guy who left me behind? Maybe he had his reasons. Maybe I could have tried harder.
Before he can even spot me, I decide to turn away. Not to bother and hope for a glimpse, a moment of his time. At least not yet.
Because I know what happens when I let Chris Evans in my life.
I’ll get hurt, both intentionally or unintentionally.
And I’m not ready for that.
Not yet at least.
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Heya-
I'm going away on a holiday for a couple of days and I just know I'm gonna be so bored. So if anybody has any requests on what I should write. Please please please send them to me. I'm open for many characters x fem reader. However if there are any changes you want me to consider such as body shape (eg. Plus size reader) or skin tone/nationality (eg. Black or Asian reader) please also tell me that.
Characters I will write for:
Drew Starkey
Rafe Cameron
Bucky Barnes
Sebastian Stan
Theo James
Chris Evans
Mattheo Riddle - Harry Potter fancast
Tom riddle
Theodore Nott- Harry Potter fancast
Steve Rogers
Yelena Belova
Natasha Romanoff
Florence Pugh
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Bestieeeeeeeeeeeee as uk wg is my ROMAN EMPIRE😮💨😮💨😮💨
So nowwww I just figured out exactly what are feelings for ari and Steve🥹🥹
So in cricket World Cup(do you follow cricket) it's big thing for south Asian
There was finals between India (my country) and Australia
I really really wanted them to win it but then I came across a video where pat Cummins (Australian captain) said "there's nothing more satisfying in sports than hearing a big crowd go silent, and that's the aim for tomorrow "
(Finals was in India so the crowd was one-sided)
GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
likeeeeee I can not explain howwww hottttttttt, sexyyyyyyyyyyyyy slutryyyyyyy found this single sentence omgggggggggggggg 😮💨😮💨😵💫😵💫
I couldn't stop myself from watching that video again and again and againnnnnnnnn
Like I'm still was sad that my country lost buttttttttttt on the other hand I'm alsoooo like a Lil bit thrilled that they won causeee it made what he said even sexieeeerrrrrrrrr🤭
Like I had a crush on a non fictional character in yrsssss like last time I had one I was in 9th grade(Chris Evans) it's a bigggg deal for me🤤🤤🤤
And now I stan him wayyyy too much so I'm also a Lil bit cherry about their win💗💗💗 hehe
So my point, (my country team) is like ari I want his character development and him to end up with reader
Buttt
On the sameee handdd the way Steve behaved on that nighttttttt was likeeeee so muchhhhh BDE
What I feel for him is exactly what I'm feeling for pat
I'm screaming/creaming for both of them
And for ari too obviously(he's my daddy)
But more for them🤤😵💫😮💨🫡
Like do you understand what I'm saying?
Lmfaoo I get this!
Now I’m not into cricket AT ALL but ofc I did hear that India lost to Australia in the finals. Idk who that coach guy is but honestly I totally get your comparison!
You ship reader with Ari and yet you’re so intrigued by Steve and want more of him and reader too!!!
Good thing I usually know what my readers want 🤧🤧🤧🤧 so I’ll make sure the next part is very very VERY enjoyable for you!!!
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this is the “where do you live, we have the same time zone” anon
Hellooooo neighbor!
I live in Sri Lanka :’) finally someone who understands not being able to go to every concert their heart desires 😭💔
I wish I could go off anon but my main is a Chris Evans blog and ummm 🫣
But hi I’m Sara
Also about what we’d like to see you write, I’d looooove more dad!Ross and his little family ♥️♥️
Or of course the typical please write a S. Asian Y/N imagine, but is that too typical? 😂
hi omg!!! yes yes a million times yes to the concert thing 😭 i have perfected the art of living vicariously through gifs, clips and livestreams haha
yeah!! maybe i will write more dad ross 🥹💕 and like about writing him with a south asian reader—girl, the thought of going out to shop jhumkas and kurtis with that man plagues me constantly!!! but like it’s going to be a culture shock if I write that 😭😭😭
but this is so exciting omg! you’re my first south asian anon i think <333
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hi there and welcome to my little cafe. here you can find all the information about my writings. if something is unclear, please don't be shy and send me a message.
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i mostly write stories with original female characters and these ofc's are all asian. i try to have some diversity in these characters, because there are a lot of different types of asians.
please note that just because i write asian ofc's, it is not limited for asians to read. years have gone by where i read about readers/ofc's with very eurocentric traits, however that never stopped me from reading it. if you broaden your horizon, an entire new literary world will open for you.
the one shots i write with a reader are all female, however i try to be as inclusive as possible, unless stated otherwise.
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➻ chris evans
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I might request something that reader is asian and dating Chris evans....is that ok with you?
That’s completely okay but the problem is I’m not taking requests at the moment :/, you can send it but I can’t promise when it’ll be done..
Thank you for asking
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Can you do a request for the “to love au” when Chris and the reader (she still pregnant) have a argument on a disagreement and Chris starts losing his temper and starts yelling really loud and he wakes up the kids and they are watching them argue and standing in the hall so they couldn’t see them until they see Chris and the reader arguing real close to each other’s face and Marcus and the other older kids gets in the middle of them for them to stop so after all that Chris is most definitely on the couch 💀 . The next morning every thing is weird after the argument and the kids help Chris make it up to the reader. And after that everything is fine and better. You can write this whenever you can 🫶🏽 .
A Caring Husband
Pairing || woc!reader x Chris evans
Summary || Chris breaks his promise to you
Genera || angst, fluff , happy ending
Warnings || mention of pregnancy, yelling,
To love masterlist
Kofi
The last few weeks have been hell for you; your work has been difficult, and communicating with your employees has been complicated because you work from home. Fortunately, your assistant is literally saving your life.
Your babysitter left her job due to a family emergency, your housekeeper asked you to reduce her working hours because her daughter had just given birth to twins, and you completely understand how difficult it is to care for twins. So you didn't say no to her request
Your children are occasionally well-behaved. But you have no idea why when they start school, they turn into total assholes and devils.
Your older two children are much easier to manage. Not your youngest children, who have been disrespectful and mischievous. They are always getting into fights with each other , pranking, or simply yelling at each other .
Alicia is the most difficult of them all. All she wants is her daddy to play with her, to nap with her, to do her hair, to feed her, and even change her. She prefers him over you.
You know she didn't act like this with her babysitter, and you have no idea why she’s giving you this attitude; it’s taking a tool on you to deal with her tantrums.
Thankfully, Chris has promised that once he has finalized his interviews and premieres, he will be available 24/7 to assist you. He will also take a break until you give birth to Layla, find a new babysitter, and everything will return to normal.
You're sitting on the couch, waiting for Chris to join you in watching a movie; it's been a long time since you two have had a night alone. Normally, you would go on a date night once every two weeks, sometimes staying at a hotel and returning the next morning, and other times simply going home and sleeping. This has been your tradition for the past twenty years.
“Alicia drifted off as soon as her head hit the pillow," Chris said as he came downstairs and sat beside you on the couch, taking your feet and propping them up in this lap, he began digging his thumbs into the sole of your left foot, switching between your feet every few seconds.
"Why is my assistant calling me about the new movie you accepted, Chris?" You were furious because he said he wouldn't take another movie and then did it anyway.
"I was going to tell you about it, the Russo brothers asked me and I couldn't say no," he said as he smiled at you.
"Are you serious right now?" You're going to smash his gorgeous head into something.
"It's a big film. I couldn't simply say no," he tries to persuade you
"Chris, we agreed on this, you're supposed to be here with me, I can't do it all by myself?" You slightly raised your voice. The film is currently forgotten.
"We have a housekeeper and we will get a new babysitter to help us, there's no need to worry," he explained, becoming increasingly agitated. Despite his desire to stay with you and the kids, he couldn't say no to the Russo brothers, the biggest movie directors.
"We don't have time to search for a new babysister!!! Chris, I want you here with me these are your children as well!" You clearly expressed your displeasure with him by raising your voice.
"I didn't say they weren't," he exclaimed as he rose from the couch.
“I need someone to assist me around the house, i’m fucking pregnant and I’m working and your kids are difficult to manage on my own." You yelled at him, and you didn't care if your voice was too loud and woke up the kids.
"I'll call Mom to help you around the house."
Now you're both standing up and yelling at each other, oblivious to the pairs of eyes staring at you from the stairs.
"I don't want your fucking mother to help me!!" you came even closer to him.
“You’re being ridiculous right now!!”
"You said you'd help me!! Actually no, you're not helping me; you promised to be responsible for your kids as well; I can't do everything by myself, and I refuse to."
“Then don’t!” he screamed at you.
Before you could respond, a voice interpreted you “Mom, dad... what's going on? You guys woke us up"
You look at Marcus standing away from you, behind him a sleepy looking Marlyn, Alicia standing beside her sister holding her favourite blanket looking at her daddy.
You were angry and upset, and you knew that whatever came out of your mouth would be cruel as hell. You decided enough was enough tonight, and you glared at Chris, saying, "Enjoy your night on the couch."
He just sighed back, you took your kids up with you, comforting them and putting them to sleep, Marlyn decided to sleep with you, it's been her thing since she was a child to sleep with you whenever her father travels, you thought she'd grow out of it, but no, she's fifteen and still sleeps with you.
What you don't know is that Marcus has returned downstairs to his father. "I'm not saying this because mom is my favorite, but she's really tired," he explained.
"I know, I want to be here with her, but... god," Chris sighed.
“She’s doesn’t want you to be just here, she actually needs your help dad, Marlyn and I are trying to help as much as we can but there’s so little of what we can do, we have our practices and school work. The twins been a nightmare. And Mrs.smith is getting old and she can’t clean this mansion by herself and you know mom doesn’t have the heart to let her go”
He stopped for a bit before continuing “and don’t get me started on Alicia” he said with an eye roll which made Chris laugh.
“Dad, we actually needs you with us, we have been excited for you to take a break and be with us” he stood up “we love you dad and we miss you, good night” He hugged his dad and went upstairs to his room.
Chris lay comfortably on the couch, he didn’t think his kids felt he was never around, which was not what he wanted to happen ever. His own wife is getting tired and depressed. He felt like a jerk his own family felt neglected by him.
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Chris woke up early the next morning to call his manager to see if they could postpone the filming for a few months, and if not, he didn't want to star in it due to family issues.
He is certain that if he truly meant to be in this film, they will go to any length to accommodate him, and if not, it is their loss, not his.
He showered and dressed, then woke the kids up, dressed them, and began preparing breakfast for them.
You were still sleeping, not even moving when he entered the room or even when he woke up Marlyn, clearly exhausted. You haven't gotten a good night's sleep since you got pregnant
You finally woke up later, looking at the clock beside you that read nine a.m., you jumped out of bed quickly and went outside, thinking no one had woken up your kids for school.
You were surprised to find Chris sitting on the couch watching television, and there was no sign for your children.
“Where’s the kids?” You asked.
“The driver took them to their school” he replied.
"Who made them breakfast?" You asked again, surprised that no one had woken you up and even more surprised that you hadn't woken up on your own.
"I did," he said as he stood up in front of you, "I talked to my agent."
“About?” You went to the kitchen, and he followed you, and you started drinking a cup of coffee.
"I asked them to postpone the movie," he said quietly for a moment, then continued, "look y/n I'm sorry, I really am, I didn't realize how much you had been worked up, and I promise I'll be here, I talked to my agent for a break, and I won't do anything other than be here for you and be responsible and do whatever falls on me”
You sighed and turned to face him, "I don't want to be the person who prevents you from pursuing your dream, but sometimes I need you here with me, Chris, we've got six kids and one on the way, we have to work as a team for this to work or else what the point?"
"I know, baby, I'm sorry; I promise I'll be here with you starting today," he said, giving you a sweet loving kiss to express his regret for putting you through all of this.
He broke the kiss minute "stay right here" he left the kitchen and returned with a large orange bag from the famous high brand you adore.
"To prove to you how sorry i’m," he hands you the bag. You smiled at him; whenever you get mad at him, he always gets you a gift to show how grateful and sorry he is.
You opened it to see the new Louis Vuitton bag in your favorite color, you remembered asking your daughter about it.
“Marlyn helped you?” You asked.
"The only thing she did was send me a picture of the bag and said, 'this is what she wants,' and that was pretty much it," you both laughed at your daughter.
"Thank you baby and I'm sorry I was mean to you last night," you said as you hugged him.
"Oh, it's all right. I know you'll make it up to me since the kids aren't here," he winked at you.
"Don't get your hopes up, honey," you said as you kissed him and carried the bag to your room, and he followed you to get what he wanted.
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─ ���𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐈❜𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘!𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 – “BEING A BITCH IS MY KINK, WHAT THE FUCK ELSE DID YOU THINK?”. In which you are the only thing Lloyd Hansen is scared of.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 – 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. sociopathic and psychopathic behavior. murder. sexual themes. lloyd refers to himself as “daddy” once.
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“ARE YOU READY to order yet, ma’am?”
Your jaw twitched as your lips forced themselves into a dazzling smile.
“Just a couple of more minutes. My guest will be here shortly.” You purred. “I’d love another glass of Merlot though. Thank you, honey.”
The poor boy was a stutter riddled mess as he scampered back into the kitchen, tripping over his own feet like a newborn foal. You laughed softly to yourself before your expression fell. You didn’t need to check the time to know that Lloyd was extremely late. The notification center of your phone was barren; no text, call, nothing. Nothing to notify you of a possible delay. No, you sat in the middle of one of the finest French restaurants clad in one hundred percent silk all by your lonesome. Rummaging through your purse, you fished out your tube of lipstick and compact mirror for a touch up. Your boyish waiter was right back at your side, topping off your glass with a shy grin and flush cheeks at the sight of your plump puckered lips.
Just as your body picked up the minuscule shift in energy, you shut your compact. There in front of you sat Lloyd fucking Hansen with that stupid grin on his face.
“Hi, baby doll.” He spoke charmingly. “You look absolutely stunning, is that the dress I bought you?”
Narrowing your eyes with contempt, you crossed your arms across your chest.
“You’re late.”
Chuckling, he rose from his place in front of you and dragged the chair he once sat in with him and positioned it right next to you before seating himself once again. His muscled frame shuffled closer to yours until his chest was pressed against your side. Refusing to acknowledge him and still filled with simmering rage, you kept your gaze forward. Endeared at your behavior, your fiancé took your hand in his and began to dote on you.
“Oh baby, daddy’s sorry.” Lloyd cooed. “Some of these fuck knuckles really don’t wanna go down. I made them pay extra for keeping me from my woman.”
Excuses and buttery comments continued to spill from the man’s mouth. Rolling your eyes, you reached for your glass of wine and took a generous gulp.
“But on the bright side, we have this private dining area all to ourselves. How about I make it up to you before the main course gets here, pretty girl?” He whispered, that damn mustache tickling your skin as he began to press feverish kisses to your neck.
Lloyd stopped his ministrations when he glanced down at your hand in his, his lips turning down into a frown.
“Who made my woman chip her nails—”
Growing tired of hearing his voice, you snatched your hand back. Before Lloyd could protest, your hand darted in between his legs.
A low growl rumbled in his chest. The frown that grazed his face was replaced with a mischievous smirk.
“Princess,” He hummed. “If you missed me that much, all you had to do was say s— Jesus, fuck!”
With his balls literally in a vice grip, you finally turned to face him. Your deathly stare rivaled Medusa’s. It was only when he was caught in it that Lloyd Hansen felt fear. Pure, unfiltered fear.
“I hope you at least have progress for me to make up for your inability to follow through with simple tasks such as showing up on time.”
Lloyd hissed sharply; his eyes squeezed shut as your grip tightened.
“We got him to talk,” He panted. “We know where the drive is.”
“And where is it exactly, Lloyd?” You interrogated lowly, looming over him dangerously.
Sputters of nonsense fell from his lips, prompting you to constrict around him more.
“Did I hire an incompetent man, Lloyd?” You taunted, slithering a bare leg around one of his sensually. “Hmm?”
“N-No, ma’am,”
“Then answer my question or so help me God, Lloyd Hansen. Where is that drive?”
“London! It’s in a warehouse in London! The boys are extracting it as we speak!”
You exhaled deeply, shooting your man your best smile.
“Good boy.” You praised. “Get me that drive, Lloyd.”
“It’ll be on your desk by tomorrow morning.” He swore, his heart rate slowing down.
It was his turn to sigh with relief when his balls were released from your death trap. Your palm traveled from in between his legs to his broad chest. Nuzzling your nose against his cheek, you hummed with content at his answer.
“This shirt makes you look so sexy,” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his face, leaving a lipstick mark behind.
Lloyd, still too stunned to reciprocate your affection, released a satisfied grunt. Boy were you insane, but that’s exactly why he loved you so dearly. Upon first meeting you, Lloyd Hansen was equally as aroused as he was intimidated. You had heard everything about your subordinate. Afterall, word travels fast when you’re a sociopathic government weapon. There was nothing you loved more than a man who could get things done. Lloyd Hansen was all about getting things done. He was your prized possession, your secret weapon. He too knew this and lived for it.
Never in his life had he ever liked following orders. The man knew from the second he left his mother’s womb that he was destined to devour every weak, measly being in his way and dominate. It was natural instinct for Lloyd. He was an alpha. The monster in your closet that kept you in line. No one had ever challenged his primality without ending up in pieces buried six feet underground. That was, until you. You knew how to get him where you wanted him, how to grab his reigns and take over. Serving you came as naturally as killing.
And that was dangerous. You were dangerous.
He had found someone more demented, deranged, and crazed than him, of course he was bound to worship you with no limits. To prove his fealty in bloodshed. You were his Goddess.
“You’re paying for my manicure.” You murmured, scarlet lips traveling from his cheek to his neck.
“Who else was going to?” He teased.
“You did leave me waiting here,” You challenged. “Step it up, Lloyd, or someone else will.”
His thick brows furrowed, darkening his hard gaze at the threat.
“Like who, huh princess?”
You shrugged nonchalantly.
“The waiter is cute.”
Over the date night shenanigans, you unhitched your leg from around his and stood up. Finally getting a chance to look you over, Lloyd felt his groin stir in his designer slacks. The silk dress he had purchased looked just as heavenly wrapped around your body as he imagined it to look. The slope of your exposed back tempted him. He wanted to maul you, to leave his mark. You were his. No one else’s.
Before you could turn around to beckon him, the waiter entered your private room once more. And before he could take another step, two gun shots were fired to his chest. Spinning around on your Jimmy Choos, you met your lover’s intense gaze with pure adoration in yours.
“And they say chivalry is dead.”
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Rain of love
pairing: Steve Rogers x Desi/ South Asian Reader
words: 1.2k
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (no explicit smut) Angst, fluff, happy ending, steamy moments, rainfall, kissing, making out (sort of), implied jealousy (??)
a/n: Hi cuties!! this one is dedicated to all my beautiful Desi / South Asian queens out there. EVERYONE CAN READ! I really really hope you like it, this is my first time writing for a desi reader. Also the song “Zara Zara” is one of my favourite songs ever. So again, I really hope everyone likes it! Let me know if you do. Do tag or share this your Desi/South Asian friends if you like it.
Comments and reblogs are appreciated
Lyrics in Bolt Italics
Song Used/ Song Inspiration:
An air of melancholy surrounds you, while standing on the terrace, soaked in rain. The loud music coming from inside, fading out. Rain, your only relief right now, heavy drops against your soft skin, washing away the emotions you’re desperately trying to get rid of.
“Hey” comes a soft voice from inside, close yet feels so far. You won’t turn to face him, not in this state, not when you’re eyes, your lips and every inch of your face will open your heart to him. Not after realising how everything you felt in your heart doesn’t reach his, how it feels like a one-way route that leads to a dead-end.
“You’ll get sick” is there a hint of concern? Or is it irritation? Or just the responsibility of being the Captain, looking out for everyone. “Come inside”. You don’t move, still facing away, looking at the city. Silence growing between the two of you.
“Everyone left, and the team has retired to their rooms for the night” You can hear footsteps, the voice now louder. His hand on your shoulder, shivers go down your body, even the rain didn’t have that effect on your skin.
“Let’s go in, come on” Steve rubs your shoulder softly. Your dark hair is drenched wet, sticking to your skin. It’s pretty dark now, rainfall making in darker, city lights glimmering. When you don’t move, you hear a deep breath coming from Steve.
He turns you around, you look down, he holds your chin, tilting your face up to make you look at him. Gently stroking your face, as if to learn it by heart. An artist’s touch maybe? His touch feels hot, contrast to your current state.
Strands of dark wet hair on your face, you look like a beautiful painting, a work of art, Steve thinks, but you don’t know that. What you know is that you won’t ever be good enough for Steve Rogers, or rather it’s what you think. He pushes the loose strands of hair behind your ears.
You still don’t talk. Not a word from your mouth. But your mind is racing, one of your favourite hindi songs comes to your mind.
Yuhi Baras Baras
Kaali Ghata Barse
Hum Yaar Bheeg Jaaye
Iss Chaahat Ki Baarish Mein
Meri Khuyli Khuli Lato Ko Suljhaye
Tu Apni Ungliyon Se
Main To Hoon Isi Khwaayish Mein
You close your eyes shut. Can’t bear to look at the man who has the power to win your heart in seconds and break it even quicker. Everything that you used to think means something, the small talks, the shared smiles, the happy times, probably doesn’t mean much to him. If it does, then why would he dance with that girl in the party like that? Or are trying to make excuses for the fear of rejection?
“Look at me, please” You don’t.
“Fine” Steve tells you.
Suddenly you don’t feel the ground below your feet. You feel strong arms around your thighs and stomach. Legs dangling slightly. Your hands-
You open your eyes to see your hands gripping Steve’s shirt tightly while he carries you inside, bridal style. He is drenched too. His wet shirt felt comforting against your fingers.
Steve puts you down only after he takes you to your room. You immediately miss the warm contact, suddenly too aware of your drenched state, you feel cold.
Steve turns to leave and you want to stop him. As if he can listen to your thoughts, he stops in his tracks, but still doesn’t face you.
“I-“ he tries to form a sentence instead of blabbering everything he wants to express to you. “The person I care about the most, the only person I have feelings for, is the one who is not talking to me right now” He stands there, clenching his fist.
Until you hold his hand and he feels relaxed, unclenching his fist.
“Steve, I-“
He turns to look at you, your dark brown eyes look mesmerising, even if brimmed with tears.
“I feel like I don’t deserve you.” You murmur
“You’re right, you deserve so much better”
Is that what he thinks? Is that why whenever you felt something could happen, you felt him trying to pull himself away from you?
“Steve”
You stand on your tip toes, leaning in, hoping he won’t pull away, he doesn’t.
Steve crashes his lips against yours, you let him control it, he does.
You melt in the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth beautifully, always the artist’s touch.
His strong arms holding you close to his body, inspite of the wet clothes, you could feel the warmth from your bodies.
Steve pulls away looking at those beautiful eyes again, then your swollen lips, he traces it with his thumb.
“I love you, so much” Steve opens his heart to you.
“I love you too, so much. So much that it hurts when you’re far, when you’re not with me, when you pull yourself away from me, Steve” It’s your turn now.
He kisses you again, this time trailing kisses from your mouth to the corner of your lips, your jaw, your neck. He licks and kisses your neck to his heart’s content. You grip at his blonde hair.
“Stay, please” You plead.
He nods.
You start unbuttoning his wet shirt. After asking for permission. You remove it.
His body is glistening. You plant a soft kiss on his chest. His breathing gets heavier.
You hold his hand and take him to the bed, stopping just at the edge.
“Wait here, I still have your t-shirt and shorts that I borrowed. I’ll bring them, get changed.”
“I’ll wear the shorts, you wear my t-shirt” he tells you with a slight authority in his voice. You bite your lip, before getting him the shorts and going to the bathroom to get rid of your wet clothes.
You look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, wearing his t-shirt. A soft smile on your face.
When you come out, you find him already lying on the bed wearing nothing but his shorts. You stand in front of him, wearing only his t-shirt and your undergarments. Steve looks at you from head to toe. Again and again before he feels he has taken everything in.
You join him on the bed, he pulls you closer to him. You rest your head against his chest, his heart beat calms you down. You pull the blanket to cover you both nicely.
“I am sorry if I’ve hurt you, Sunshine” You smile at the nickname. He called you sunshine for the first time on a sunny day, when the sun made your skin glow into the most beautiful colour Steve had ever seen. Your warmth felt like sunshine.
“It’s okay Stevie.” You nuzzle your head against his chest as he softly strokes your back.
In this moment of togetherness and closeness, that song plays your mind again.
Sardi Ki Raaton Mein
Hum Soye Rahe Ek Chaadar Mein
Hum Dono Tanha Ho
Na Koi Bhi Rahe Is Ghar Mein
You hum the tune softly.
“What song is it?” Steve asks, you smile.
“The one that was made for this moment.”
He kisses the top of your head as you both surrender yourself to slumber, bodies wrapped with each other.
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English translation of the lyrics (even though the feel is stronger in the original words)
Yun hi baras baras kaali ghata barse
Let the dark clouds pour
Hum yaar bheeg jaaye
Let us get drenched
Is chahat ki baarish mein
In this rain of love
Meri khuli khuli latton ko suljhaye
May you straighten my open hair
Tu apni ungliyon se
With your fingers
Main toh hoon issi khwaish mein
This is my only desire
Sardi ki raaton mein
In the cold nights
Hum soye rahe ek chaadar mein
Let us sleep together under one blanket
Hum dono tanha ho
May both of us be alone
Na koi bhi rahe is ghar mein
And may there be no one in this house
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What I Read in 2021 - September
Masterlist
PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC!
What I reblogged:
Sweater Daddy Kissing ask by @stargazingfangirl18
Barks and Bites by @teamcap4bucky
Pick Up Crew by @theycallmebecca
About a Bruise by @heli0s-writes
Beefcake Blanket Hoe Thought by @stargazingfangirl18
Curtis Drabble by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Ransom’s First Puppy by @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Don’t Hang Up by @worksby-d
Sweet Smol Bean Steeb Thought by @stargazingfangirl18
Chris Thought by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog
Getting A Gift From Ransom ask by @thecornerlot
Spoiled Surprise by @theycallmebecca
Not Nice by @worksby-d
My Angel by @saiyanprincessswanie-sideblog
Convince Me by @teamcap4bucky
Music to my Ears by @marvelouscharlie24
Quarantine with Colin by @theycallmebecca
Bad Dreams with Ransom Imagine by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Ongoing Series:
Access Denied by @stargazingfangirl18
Rawhide by @wiypt-writes / @what-is-your-plan-today
Higher Love by @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour
Promises & Sacrifice by @promisesandsacrifice-fic
The Riveter by @pagesoflauren
Too Loose And You’ll Lose It by @what-is-your-plan-today / @wiypt-writes and @icanfeelastormbrewing
Rock ‘n’ Roll People In A Disco World by @what-is-your-plan-today / @wiypt-writes
Money’s Worth by @pagesoflauren
#twittytelly reads#Chris Evans#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans x original female character#Steve Rogers#ransom drysdale#ari levinson#steve rogers fanfiction#captain america#MCU#Knives Out#Steve Rogers or Ransom Drysdale x partially named! Southast Asian/East Asian!Reader#red sea diving resort#rsdr#The Losers (2010)#Jake Jensen#jake jensen x ofc#ransom drysdale x reader
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Stardust Reblog Challenge - December
Hello, lovelies! Below are fics I've shared throughout the month of December and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy and check out the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace. Moodboard by yours truly and divider by @firefly-graphics.
12/1 - Come Around Sundown (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki
Into the Sunset (DBF!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Disarmed (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
12/2 - Sour Holidays (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @nekoannie-chan
12/3 - Relentless (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @speechlessxx
12/4 - The Fairest Sun (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark
12/5 - Break the Back (Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader) by @indyluckycharlie
12/6 - Happy Accident (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @thenhewaswrongaboutme
12/7 - Hunting Lodge (DBF!Curtis Everett x Reader) by @onsunnyside
12/8 - You Call it Love But All I'm Left with is This Pain (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @mellowsaturns
12/9 - Ride With Me (Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming
Cloaked (Vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @labella420
12/10 - Need You Now (Nomad Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81
12/11 - Overheated (Dark Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sgt-seabass
12/12 - Forget Me Not (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee
12/13 - Fists and Feelings (Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @writing-for-marvel
12/14 - Hearts Beat as One (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @doasyoudesireandlive
12/15 - Goodbye (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
12/16 - Obsession (Steve Kemp x Dark!Reader) by @thebluemage
The Magic Box (Dark!Terry the Terrific x Reader) by @rustytricycle
12/17 - Missionary with Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @becca-e-barnes
12/18 - A House, A Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne
12/19 - Fluky Jakey Loser Lucky (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @madscape
Law (Sheriff!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic
12/20 - It's Fun Being Bad (College!Andy Barber x Reader) by @sunshinebuckybarnes
12/21 - Flirt With Me (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonlight-prose
12/22 - Glacial With the Blue Ice, I'm Terrifying (Lloyd Hansen x Asian!Reader) by @honeystevie
12/23 - Taste of a Sweeter Life (Hal Carter x Reader) by @the-iceni-bitch
Friday Nights (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lilacletter
12/24 - Love is Actually, All Around (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @rookthorne
12/25 - Secret Santa (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckybarnesandmarvel
12/26 - Coercion (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @ramp-it-up
12/27 - Pillow Fort and Pizza (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @foxgloveprincess
12/28 - Making Up for Lost Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck
12/29 - Jealous (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @sweetascanbee
12/30 - A Knight in Rusted Armor (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy
12/31 - Poison on Your Tongue (Vampire!Random Drysdale x Reader) by @inklore
#navy's fic recs#stardust reblog challenge#fic recs#writer recs#dbf!steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#dark!steve rogers x reader#curtis everett x reader#dbf!curtis everett x reader#lloyd hansen x reader#steve kemp x reader#steve kemp x dark!reader#terry the terrific x reader#dark!terry the terrific x reader#jake jensen x reader#andy barber x reader#hal carter x reader#ransom drysdale x reader#lee bodecker x reader#dark!lee bodecker x reader
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