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can i request a steve x reader he leaves the reader for peggy and then regret, when he comes back he learns that the reader was pregnant and their child (a son) is 1 now and it's just all fluff. tyyy 🥺💕
Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Death Grievance, and idk more baby fluff.
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A/N: Well, well, well, i do feel like this one was rushed but sorry on my part and sorry for such a long wait, I hope whoever requested this is still active and I given the much fluff that I could. Enjoy :)
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This day was known to you for your entire life, the day Tony created a time traveling device to bring back humanity, you knew in your lover’s mind, would look forward too. You talked about it before the mission to travel back in time with the team. “Go.”
“What?”
Steve tried to look for a glance of your eyes to convince himself you were serious. “After this is all done…” You say below a whisper, trying not to cry. “This is your chance, Steve.” He was confused to even speak until you turned around and looked up to him. “You can finally live in your own time–” Steve began to shake his head, knowing your mind was not in the right place to say things like this ever since their friends disappeared after the snap. “Don’t. I’m not going back–”
“But you’ve long for her, Steve. I’ve known it for so long–”
“But I have you,” Steve caresses your cheek but you don’t lean into it like you used to, “I found you and you gave me a life.” You shook your head and you failed to keep tears from falling. “You have another chance at life. A chance to live your timeline, Steve.” He brushes your hair out of your face, “But I choose this.”
“Give it some time to think, then. I want you to be with her. I love you so much, but it’d make me happy to see you in your time and your love.” Steve couldn’t fight back anymore, your mind was made up at that moment and maybe you were just in a state where you couldn’t think. So he gently kisses the top of your head and whispers, “Okay.” After the mission and successfully causing another destruction of a war, bringing back friends and family. You managed to fracture an arm and managed to save a life. “Return the stones and we can finally live in peace,” Tony said. It was a terrifying moment where Tony had lost his arm due to the use of the Gauntlet to end the war. “Hey, there’s my armless friend,” Tony says, in a monotone voice.
“I still have both my arms, Tony,” You replied with a small grin. He grins, “Well, in just a few days, I won’t be armless either. I’m a mechanic, yknow that?” You chuckled softly and looked up to see Sam, following up with Bucky and then… Steve. He was dressed in the uniforms for the Quantum Realm, holding a case and the scepter of Loki’s, standing on the platform. He was smiling at the boys until he lost it when he saw you. Last night, he finally made the decision.
“So?”
“I’m going back,” He says. It wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, but it still made you happy.
You smiled weakly, “I know.”
There was no kiss given after that nor ever since the first time you two talked about it. You two were spaced from each other. Though he still wore the ring and you wore yours. You noticed that Steve pulled something from his body and handed it to Bucky, talking to him and Bucky glanced at you then smiled. Sam too glances and waves. “So…” Tony says, walking towards you, “...how we feeling?” You looked over to Steve and saw him determined to drop off the stones and scepter at once but you smiled, “I’m happy.” Then Tony saw you walk away without saying Goodbye to Steve.
The next day, you woke up with a horrible sound in your throat. You jump up and rush over to the bathroom, feeling things come up in an instant. A soft knock hit your door and in came Bucky, “Y/N?” He calls, he notices the light in the bathroom was on. “In here!” You call back, he comes towards the bathroom and gently knocks. “You okay?” You came out and had a toothbrush in your cheek. “I guess I ate something bad from the fridge. That casserole Natasha made.”
“Yeah, that’s probably been in there for a while.” You groan and spit out the paste into the sink. Bucky leans on the door frame, “I just want to know how you’re feeling after what happened yesterday or earlier–” You turn around and sigh, “I’m fine, Buck. I just…” You touch your forehead, “I’m just tired of everything.” Bucky nods and makes his way over, “I know.” He gently pulls you into a hug. “I got something that Steve wanted me to give to you–”
“I don’t want it.”
“But I think he wants you to,” Bucky slides something heavy in your hand and something small along with it. He gently slips from your arms and walks out. You open your eyes and glance down at your hand to see a small notebook and a ring. Steve’s Wedding ring. Its gold never lost its shine and his book filled with things he wanted to watch or read. Even small notes about what he loved about this timeline. What he loved about you. There are sketches of you in any scenario whenever he sees you. You slid against the wall and began to cry, holding the ring and the book close to you.
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1949, New York
The soft music playing in the back was just like what it was before. The sun shining through the silk curtains and the cars passing by. Her arms wrapped around his arms and her usual red velvet lips pulled into a smile. When the music ended, Steve twirls Peggy and holds her, slightly swaying. “You’re really not going to tell me what happened in the future?”
Steve grins and rubs her back, “It’s better not to. It’s in good hands no matter what.” Peggy pulls away and lets go of his hand, “I got to do some work, would you mind cleaning the dishes?” Steve nods and smiles. “Of course.” Peggy heads into her office, leaving Steve on his own to do what he needed to do. Making his way over to the kitchen, he trips over something behind the couch, peeking out under it. He noticed it was the Advanced Tech suit. Reaching for it, he picks it up, observing it again before something falls onto the floor with a clank. He looks down and sees an open compass. Reaching down for it, he lifts it up and he suddenly drops. A picture of Y/N. There was a moment where he suddenly forgot about Peggy and replaced the image but you gave him something he never thought he’d have in life. It was different from being with Peggy, he wasn’t so sure what it was but it felt different, things he wanted from Peggy was what he got from Y/N.
Even after a few months with Peggy, he felt off. “Who’s she?” Peggy asked, Steve flinched and turned around to see Peggy who didn’t look upset. “Can I see?” She asks, Steve lets her take the picture and she grins. “She’s beautiful.”
“She was.”
Peggy looks up to him and she softly grins, “You loved her, didn’t you?” Steve didn’t want to admit it but he did. Peggy could read him and she pushed the compass to his hand. “Go back.” Steve lifts his head up to her. “What–” Peggy cuts him off, sincerely. “You spent more years with her than you have with me. I can tell you have regrets. You loved her, married her and you just let that strong woman tell you to come back to me.” Peggy holds his hand and kisses it. “You need to go back. This regret is going to take over you and make things worse.” Steve lowers his head and tightens his grip on the compass.
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2025
You woke up to the sound of wailing. Getting up from your bed, you make your way over to the other room, “You are such a light sleeper like your father, son.” You pick up your little boy from the crib and bring him to your bed to lay with you. Your son was just one year old and he was your little soldier. You struggled to take care of him because of how much he resembles Steve. His blue eyes and blonde hair, usually after a bath, his hair would raise up as if static was pulling his hair up. Your son coos and lays on his stomach, looking over to you as you fall asleep again. You wake up and notice your son is missing. You jump up and rush to search for him until you hear his Godfather’s cooing. You turn the corner and see Bucky playing with your son on the floor with the toys, Bucky turns and grins. “He’s almost walking, you know?” Bucky was helping your son balance on his feet, urging him to walk forward while holding him.
“If you’re still tired, you can go back to bed, I can handle this little booger–” Your son smiles at him and you smile. “I might get cleaned up and take him with me to visit a friend.” Bucky nods and turns his gaze to you. “I’ll feed him and dress him.” You thanked him softly and left to take a shower. After washing up, Bucky managed to dress him up and feed him. You put your son in the car seat, buckling him in, making sure the mirror above him is fixed to allow you to see him through your rearview mirror. “Love you, bubba,” You place a kiss on his forehead and close the door to drive into town. Every Thursday, you visit a friend of yours and show her how much your son has grown and ask for some advice since she was there for you all the time.
You pull into the driveway and see the headstones lined up. You gently take your son out of the car and make your way over to one of the headstones. “She’s your aunt, now. If she was here, bubs, she’d be your godmother.” Your son coos and chews on his finger. Crouching down in front of the headstone, you read the name. Natasha Romanoff. You place your son next to you, holding him as he looks over to the trees and the leaves blowing. You were in your thoughts, listening for some thoughtful answer to give her some hope. You got so lost that you didn’t realize your son left your arms. You didn’t notice he was actually walking one step at a time to something behind.
You hear him coo and your head snaps to look. “Hey!” You stand up and your face drops. Your son was now in the arms of his father. His smile was struggling to appear because he was in disbelief, “This one knows who his father is, does he?” Steve says. You smiled with tears falling down your face as Steve made his way towards you. Wrapping your arms around him, you began to sob into his arms. “I thought you were–”
“I know, I know,” He says, leaning his cheek on your head, smiling at the usual fragrance smell you always had that smelled so good, “Someone told me that you’re my life, right here.” You smiled weakly and held both your favorite boys in your arms. “Please tell me you’re really here…” You breathe out, Steve pulls away to look at you and kisses you. This kiss felt more real than ever, it was the best feeling you’ve felt ever since the last week Steve had left. Your son chatters causing you two to pull away and smile at him. “Let’s go home,” Steve says, smiling with such pure happiness. It wasn’t too long that Steve instantly started becoming the greatest person in the house. You can hear him and your son playing, even chatting with Bucky who was happy to have Steve back. Everyone was happy and you never felt like you were neglecting yourself and your son anymore.
Steve watched his son walk towards him, holding a small toy, “You walk so good, better than Bucky.”
“Hey, I got a sore limp, okay?” Bucky retorts, Steve chuckles and kisses his son’s cheek. “I think it’s bedtime for you, soldier,” Steve stands up and makes his way over to the chair to rock his son in his arms. Your son babbles at Steve and he gives him a stare, “Language, soldier. I didn’t ask.” Your son laughs and it causes his father to laugh.
You were busy finishing up some paperwork of payments or just anything having to do with manufacturing for the industries of the Avengers. It was pretty late and you were relaxed knowing Steve was able to be there, but you weren’t too sure if Steve was retiring from Avengers work or taking a short break, for now, your family is now your priority. The lights went out when you left and you heard Steve in the bedroom. Peaking through, you see him sitting on the chair with your son in his arms, asleep. You laugh softly causing Steve to look up, he smiles.
“I can never get him to sleep within his bedtime,” You say, Steve looks down at his son and shakes his head. “Just needs a little patting and singing. Just like what you do with me.” You grin knowing Steve does fall asleep when you hum his favorite song and rub his back. You watch as he slips the baby into the crib and tucks him in. “I hope I’m being a good father. I’m sorry I didn’t know about this–” You take Steve’s shoulder and rub it, “It’s okay, I didn’t know either. You’re such a great father.”
“I’m just glad he doesn’t have anything that I had as a baby.”
You lean on his arm, “Even if he does, he’s going to beat up every bad guy in an alleyway.” Steve chuckles and pulls you into his side. Steve never knew he would miss such a great memory of spending his time with people who are truly his family. You and his son. Peggy would be very happy no matter what and that she has her own loving family. “I love you,” He says, you glance at him and he’s already looking at you. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you, too.” He kisses you softly and hugs you after pulling from your lips. This feeling wasn’t going to die for the both of you.
You were sleeping but felt something crawling on the side of you, turning around, you open your eyes and see your son’s blue eyes and his large smile. “Say, ‘Good morning, mama’,” Steve says behind him, laying down as well. You smiled, “Good morning, my son.” Your son lays down with a plop and Steve reaches around and tickles him. “You’re vulnerable, you’re in no man’s land!” He says, your son giggles and kicks his feet. You laugh with them and brushed the blonde strands out of your son’s face. That day, you thought about bringing Steve and your son to go visit Tony. There were a lot of fun activities, you thought about having your son play with Morgan who very much loves him so much. Steve thought about putting his and his son’s feet in the water, which your son kept kicking the water and splashing all over, soaking Steve’s pants.
Apparently at the time, you never stayed at the Avengers Headquarters and stayed with the Starks, so the photo album they had, had your pregnancy pictures and as well little pictures of your son when he was first born and his growing up progress. Steve enjoyed seeing the pictures of you being pregnant, you were just so beautiful no matter how big your stomach was and it made him slightly sad that he wasn’t there during it. The pictures of his son made him happy, too, seeing his first birthday pictures and his time with Morgan and Tony. It was a nice thing to see. That day, they had ended the night and Steve was waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing. Your son slept in the other room with Bucky since he wanted him for the night. Steve noticed you walked in and he made his way over to you. “I’m so tired–” You yawn, before you could speak again, Steve kissed you hard that time making you pull back in surprise. “Steve–?”
“I want a new photo album.”
“Huh?” You ask in confusion. He chuckles, “I want a photo album of us.” He gently places his hand on your stomach, “And I want to live through this part.” Your eyes widened and you realized now why Steve was like this. You didn’t say anything and gave him another kiss. He smiles in the kiss and whispers an ‘I love you’ before carrying you to bed. He then got to live through the life he missed.
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Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Dad!AU)
Summary: Ransom Drysdale, a man who didn’t make wise decisions in his teens. Wasting three years of his life in jail, he takes his freedom for another two. Little did he know, a woman he long ago had a thing for, ends up leaving him with a 16-year-old for the holidays. Hazel Rose Drysdale. His daughter.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
This takes place after Knives Out. Family will be mentioned/shown, there will be minor spoilers for Knives Out.
Warnings: Bad parenting, swearing, Ransom being an asshole, minor spoilers for Knives Out, angst, mentions of murder/jail, minor mental abuse, mentions of abortion/pregnancy, Mentions of suicide
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Being free was something he’d never experience after jail. Two years after release, he never felt better. Everything was different. His parents never called him at all, sure they were pissed about losing their will for the house and everything inside. Marta was never mentioned since that happened. Five worthless years with the Thrombey and Drysdale families.
He was fine after his three years in jail. It was hell, he made a couple friends with just a few punches. Being the most charismatic and asshole, he made himself stand out more and he didn’t fear that. He kept his distance between certain men, almost half of them were murderers like him. But theirs were gruesome. Many of them called him the Amateur Senior Killer.
Just like he said to Detective Blanc, his lawyer got him out of a life sentence. So he spent his time going to bars and meeting women as the usual thing he did since. Linda still had Ransom as her son but she never had the guts to speak to him. She’d send him money if she wanted to. Ransom made some off of things he can’t explain to others.
With a swift push for his front door to open, Ransom stepped in and closed his door roughly. His lights were all on, the orange sunset light-like lights dimmed the home as warm and welcoming. His floor to ceiling windows looked out to the trees and other homes that were all large spaces apart from each other. His was at the end of the road and happened to be one of the most expensive homes there. Boston wasn’t cheap. Though he could afford the house.
And then his phone went off.
He groans and slips his coat off, dropping it on the head of the couch and digging into his pocket. The third ring was cut off once he pushed the green button on the unknown number.
“Hello?” He blurts into the phone. “Hugh?” A female voice says, Ransom furrows his brows and closes his eyes shut. “Who is this?” He asks. The woman on the other end sighed softly. “It’s me.”
“Who?” He was really getting irritated by the lack of answering the damn ‘who is this’ question. “Y/N.” Ransom turns his head to the corner of the room, brows aching by how long he held them furrowed. He chuckles softly, “Is this the blonde chick? I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not interested anymore.”
“It’s Y/N L/N,” You said into the phone more forcefully. You turn to Hazel who sat on the couch listening to your conversation. You quirked a brow at her. Hazel really wanted to be with this asshole?
“You?” He asks, sounding surprised yet sounding sarcastic, “Well, it’s been a while.” You look at your fingernails, sucking on the inside of your cheek before grinning sarcastically that he couldn’t see. “It has,” You replied in a monotone. “So... where are you now?” He asks, you slightly turn your head to that question. “In San Francisco.”
“You’re living in a shit city, you know that, right?” He asks, you slightly laugh. “The city’s nice. So far for 16 years, we’ve been doing pretty good.”
“How are your parents?”
“What do you care?” You asked, you could tell Ransom was grinning on the other end. Who knew you were feisty these days. Ransom stares out his window, imagining where you’d be standing. Watching across the country to see each other as if you were just a few feet away. Some kind of force pulling you two in. A negative one.
He shrugs, “Just starting a conversation.”
You turn away from your window and stare at the mirror in front of you. Ransom shoves his other hand in his pocket and sighed softly. “How is she?” He wondered. You turned to sit on the edge of your bed, “She’s fine.” Your eyes look down into your lap and your other hand pulls the edge of your shirt.
“She wants to see you.”
Ransom scoffed a laugh, “See me?” By his response, you already knew it was going to be difficult for him to not refuse. It would have to take years for him to accept it. But with the amount of thinking of it, it could change his mind. “She wants to fly over to Boston and-” Ransom chuckles again. “-She wants to visit.”
“Believe it or not, I’ve been a hell of a lot busier than I was 5 years ago. So, sorry to crush a little girl’s dream.” Ransom turns away from the window and heads over to the living room. Ransom then heard you scoff. “Bullshit, you sat on your ass all day and night while your mom shined your damn shoes. I’m guessing you would have some hooker do that now, huh?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t do relationships,” He deadpans.
“Yeah, after what we did.”
“After what you did,” He replies. Ransom was just about to start pushing your buttons now, so you stood up, “It wasn’t my fault. An asshole like you wants to pop his cherry, not me.”
“You’re the one who said yes.”
You rolled your eyes, “How much are you willing to do it? Name your price.” Ransom smirks confusingly, he laughs, “You’re that desperate to get rid of her.” You shook your head, “No! I’m doing this for her! Sixteen years and you’re scared to be in the same room with her.”
“I’m not scared of anything, I could care less. My father has been a dick to me since I was born. So why be there for her?”
“You’re her father, Hugh,” You replied, “If anything you’re an asshole.”
“That’s nothing new to me. Try another,” He taunts, you realized how much he loved to hear you shout at him. Like he had a bottle for every argument you had and he could sell those bottles a dollar each and get a couple hundred bucks out of it. It could be some turn-on for him. So you scoffed, “Oh, I have more. I rather not say it while she’s in the other room.”
“She doesn’t know?”
“I didn’t bother her to look up your damn name.”
“She would have the chance now if she knows my name. Not everyone lives a happy life, so tell her her father doesn’t want her around and that she will never see this face.” You inhaled sharply to let out more words till you heard the click of line die. Pulling your cell away, his number disappears and your phone returns to your home screen. A picture of you and Hazel at the park with smiles on your faces. Who knew if you didn’t have smiles on your faces if Ransom was still in your life. His family who were completely crazy and every get-together was a total freak show.
You’d be tugging out your hair every day and night, having to worry about someone who was controlling and only cared about what he had in his bank account. Only cared about getting laid every night at the bar. But if you were with him, maybe rent wouldn’t be this hard for you. You’d probably have a better job than a journalist. Became a writer instead. Wrote about something similar to your daughter’s grandfather’s stories.
Though he no longer existed, the company Blood Like Wine Publishing was given away to a young woman. You believed her name was written in the article years ago when the police closed in on the case and arrested someone from the home. Ransom.
He attempted to murder his own grandfather or have someone take his place murdering Harlan, but didn’t get him far with a blackmail and the killing of their housekeeper. Arson for the small clinic and this was something that shocked you years ago. Ransom was the black sheep of the family, you knew it from the first day you met him.
A quiet kid at first, but weeks later he became a spoiled asshole who pushed every kid into dark pits. You remembered how many times he got you into trouble when you simply just followed him around like a lost dog. He was suspended almost every week. He was never expelled and the rumors spread that his family threatened the school if they ever did expel the boy.
In high school, he got more quiet. The rude comments never faltered. Every day, his face was always dead stare. For hours, he’d go on about how mad his family was. Ain’t that the truth. Never in your life saw Ransom kill someone. You did think of it but never thought he was that crazy to do so.
Desperate for money. That’s what he wants and you tried to offer him some just so your daughter could see him for once. You worried if he would threaten her and she’d do something irrational and it’d be his fault. But for the most of it, it would be yours. Letting your daughter stay with him. You would consider being the worst mother in the world. If Ransom doesn’t call back, then there would be bad news for your daughter, Hazel. You figured Ransom would say no and it disgusts you that you called him for an answer you knew he’d say. You open the door to the small living room sharing itself with the kitchen, you realize Hazel was in her room with the light on. You almost forgot about the dinner you planned to make so you pulled out the pasta and began to make macaroni and cheese.
During the dinner, you two ate at the table and began to finish up until Hazel cleared her throat. “So… did you…?” You peer up at her and softly breathed through your nose. “I…” You began, but the words weren’t ready to come out, but you had to think, “...did, but there was no answer. He might have changed his number.” Hazel looked down at her plate and took a spoonful of pasta. “But I’ll promise you, I’ll show you what Boston looks like.” Hazel was starting to almost pout but she kept her emotions to herself. “Rosie, baby…” You reached for her hand and gently held it. “Your father was not a good person years ago even when I was your age. His family is just as bad. I want to do what you want to do, but I also want to protect you because they never protected me.”
You let go of her hand and sighed.
Ransom was throwing off his coat after noon and felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He picks it up, “Hi, I’m a little busy. Can you call me another time?” He asks. “Mr. Drysdale, you can’t just reject the help.” He smirks and adjusts the phone, “Uh, yeah, I don’t pay for a therapist, my mother did, her money not mine, so I can reject it.”
“That’s not how that works, Ransom. After your release, the judge suggests you look into treatment and coping with your family’s problems with someone who can help you.” Ransom sits down and sighs, “Gwen, I just don’t feel like talking about myself or my family. Fuck them.” Gwen is Ransom’s current therapist after his release and in the first weeks of it, his sessions with her were the worst of his life. He felt like he was forced to talk about everything and he didn’t share a lot of it. Everything was about his family and his grandfather that he didn’t want to talk shit about.
“I’m assuming something bad came up in your week, Ransom.”
“Fucking ex called me last night about a our daughter wanting to come to Boston, but fuck her.”
“A daughter?” Gwen asks. “Not my kid,” Ransom scoffs. Gwen hums on the other end, “Have you been intimate with this ex?” Ransom drew his head back into those days of high school. “Like a horn-dog.” Gwen responds with a soft okay. Ransom realizes he’s been pushed without thinking, “But that’s not what I want to talk about.”
“I think we should,” Gwen says, “There may be something to resolve with it.” Ransom shakes his head, “I left her when I was 18 after that I didn’t have any problems. Except my mother flipping over that I have a daughter roaming around but I’m sure that bitch cheated.” Gwen hums again, “We can talk more about this daughter of yours on Thursday. So I’ll set the appointment and I hope you come and drop by, Ransom.”
“I don’t think s–”
“Goodbye.” Ransom stops and the line dies, his hand falls to his thigh and he stares at his phone. His fingers grip the edge of his case and he yells, throwing his phone across the room. “Fuck!” Ransom didn’t know why he got angry, was it the idea of his therapist knowing his daughter is roaming on this earth or that his ex is still alive?
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You were in the office, typing away on another paper about the ideal of financial planning and it was due in the next day or two. “How’s the paper going?” Charles asks, peering over the small separating walls. You jump at the slightest, “Oh, it’s going well, I just need a couple more sentences and it should be able to go into the papers.” Charles gives you his softest grin of approval, “Fantastic, Eddie will be so pleased.” Charles stayed there until you made your way to the copy machine and printed out the papers. He leaned on the counter. “Are you doing okay?” He asked. You look up to him and pinched your brows inward.
“Yes? Why?”
“I can tell by how tense you are.”
“I’m fine, I just didn’t get enough sleep,” You chuckle it off and staple the papers together. “Maybe you should take the rest of the few hours off then, sweetheart.” You smiled softly at him and shook your head. “I can’t do that.” Charles shrugs, “Not if I say so.” You peer at him. He nods you off, “Go take it off, or allow me to get you some brunch.”
“My lunch break doesn’t start till 12.” Charles takes the papers out of your hand gently and hands them to Susan. “Can you slide these into Eddie’s bin, please?” She nods and walks off with them allowing you to somewhat relax. He gestures. “Come on, I’ll take you to Homeroom.” You follow Charles down to the large parking lot and see his car parked in the Reserved Area.
He opens the passenger door for you and you politely thank him as he hums and closes the door after you. Charles was always a man with a king heart, you never noticed if he has a wife or his own kids, but you never see a ring on his finger. “Alright,” He sighs, sliding in the driver’s seat. “I hope you like mac and cheese, Homeroom is known to have such good food.”
You didn’t reject his offer of choice because you were there before but so long ago. You couldn’t help but admire Charles as such a great person you have ever met.
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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 & 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈
Chapter III
Warnings: Language, Adult Themes, War, Fantasy Tropes
Summary: Two kingdoms on the urge of bringing peace between their lands. A benevolent princess who finds music as a fun hobby and invests herself in books. And a belligerent prince who takes whatever he claims his and will soon be crowned for king.
Relationship: Prince!Ransom/Princess!Reader
Prologue Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III
Huge thanks to @captain-a-rogerss to the edit of Prince!Ransom. Give her some love as always!
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Author’s Note: Sorry for delay, I wanted to make this chapter extra special and I also had to gather information I forgot after a year so the plot and character don’t ruin themselves by my absence
The rest of the night felt like a total nightmare. The Thrombey’s and Drysdale’s completely forgot about the recent comments that you spoke lastly. You were lucky for most of the parts that they never mentioned anything else about you, but the feeling of having Linda’s son sending you a death look. Not a single second made you think less of him. You were considered a better Royal than him.
Without a significant other, you could handle a kingdom on your own.
Perhaps you didn’t want to take your father’s throne. If James was able to skip his coronation, could you do the same? Skip the princes and do something better than just sit on the chair and hear about the village's life problems when you could do something huge outside your home. Build homes for those who sit out in the cold.
Royals always thought less for the poor. If Ransom couldn’t help, you were the generation to do it yourself. He would just have to stay out of your way.
You hear a faint knock on your door and the door creaks open. “Good morning, Y/N,” Brodie says, you turn away from your window, wearing your silky blue gown, giving your dear friend a smile. “Good morning, Brodie. What’s the occasion?”
She grins, “Your mother has insisted on having you downstairs. She would like to speak with you.” You fully turned and nodded. You were the first to leave your room, Brodie following behind. If your mother speaks about dinner last night, you would have to reason with her. And you know how much she loved the family. You felt like you were the bad person in the room when they came. But the real answer was the family.
Even your town was afraid of them.
Your mother never knew about the incident of punching Ransom. If you did, she may lock you up in a tower. Your father had kept the incident from her because he knew her more than you did. She didn’t know the full reason why he sent you to that Manor. Your mother only agreed to it with no questions. You could hear your mother chatting to one of the maids as she sat at the long table.
“Morning, Ma cherie. Je vous en prie, asseyez-vous,” Your mother says, you listen and take a seat right next to her. Her gentle eyes scanning the letter, she hums, “How was your ball, yesterday?” You peer up at her, finally grinning. “It was wonderful. I’m sure Angelica would have one for her sixteenth?”
Your mother nods, “Yes, of course. We would’ve done that for yours, but sadly your father sent you off to that manor,” She shook her head while you drew your eyes away, sheepishly. “Also, your father and I were talking about your betrothal. I’m sure that’ll come in a few months, don’t you think, ma cherie-?”
You reach for your face and sighed, “Mother, please, can we-” Her hand lifts up to stop you mid-sentence, “Ah-ah. Miss Brodie, darling, can you excuse us for a moment?” She asks. Brodie’s face beams up, bowing her head, “Yes, Your Grace.” Seconds later, you’re left with your mother in the large room. She taps your forearm, “Don’t touch your face, darling. Hands down.” You sigh, turning to her. “I can’t do marriage. I’m not ready-”
“Och. Darling, your brother was to be crowned 10 years ago and he chose to be with a poor lovely woman, your sister wants to be the fairest of them all and you… you don’t want this?”
“What I don’t want is having to submit to someone. Yes, I wanted to be queen alone, but I found something else-” You drop your shoulders, helplessly, taking your mother’s hand in yours to have her understand. It only made her shake her head, “This is what has to happen.” You lowered your head and shook it.
You hear your mother click her tongue, taking your chin, “The only reason we do this...is to have those who we trust to take our place. And you can’t do that alone. No one could,” She lifts your chin up to look up at her. She grins, “We’ll talk more later on. Go on.” You lifted yourself from your seat and left the room. You figured Brodie was somewhere else, so you headed to the stables just outside. Slowly meeting up with your shire horse, Oliver.
“Morning, Oliver,” You say, rubbing your hand down your horse’s back. Oliver sputters towards you as you add the saddle and situated it before getting on. You pat her side, “Let’s go down the river for a bit, okay?” You take the shank in hand and gently guide yourself down the small trail. Your horse takes you down the trail through the woods with flowers and bright green grass.
So much hadn’t changed since, the creek you remembered when you skipped rocks and dropped flowers, watching them glide down the ripples.
The amount of bunnies you had in the forest. Your mother gave you a pet bunny once. You weren’t sure how the poor thing got away. Your horse sputters softly and you hear rustling in the brush. Your horse comes to a stop for you to look around. The sound of galloping horses filled your ears and people were shouting.
Your horse lifts up its front hooves causing you to scream in fright as three men are chasing a couple deer down the trails. You couldn’t help but scowl. “Excuse me!” You call out, one of them comes to a stop while the other two continue to chase the deer. “Yes, milady?” He asked, his familiar uniform gave you the hint of a guard.
The similar Lion button was on the front of his horse's chest and his sword was gold and the handle was a leather brown for grip. You hear another pair of horse’s hooves. “Head on, Francis. I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”
“No, Your Highness,” You hear him say, turning his horse’s head to hunt down the deer. You turn and see Ransom on his dark horse. He ogled yours with disgust, “You know they do have smaller horses for your size. There’s no need to show your pride with that.” You roll your eyes and your horses circled around on the trail. “You know you’re hunting,” You say.
Ransom looks out to the forest and nods, smugly, “Yeah, it’s the season. I have a bigger family than yours, so I’m in charge of hunting.”
You scoff with a grin, “I know you wouldn’t hunt just for food. For your family, you’d call it a sport.” Ransom chuckles at that, lowering his head, looking at the back of his horse’s neck. The ways Ransom had when it comes to hunting, you’ve seen him do it in person. He disgusted you in a way. “And you’re on my land, I suggest you leave.”
Ransom lifts his head up, “Your land?” He asks, “Pardon me, but I don’t think after a day of being welcomed back, you don’t get to command another Royal to leave when you don’t have the upper crown.” You lifted a brow up, cockily, “Ask your men for their sword, I’ll show you.” Ransom’s gaze seemed to darken the second you said that. It didn’t change yours either. Your horses’ continue to circle and you look over to the field.
“My grandfather always told me how much you beat him at Go. He said you had a lot of strategy. Takes years to master.”
“Why, didn’t you?” You asked, chin lifted up like you had the upper hand of being the tougher one here. Ransom halts his horse and so does yours. Your horses’ noses pointing opposite directions, you and Ransom made eye contact. His dark grin grew, “Even if I told you, I wouldn’t try it with you.”
“I know that’s your way of knowing I would beat you,” You replied. Ransom wasn’t always good at anything he did with you. Except that when you two first had your duel, he only became more of an imbecile. Translation: An Asshole. That day, returning after your incident with Ransom who’s probably feeding his family with Blood Elk they find in the Evergreen Mountain. Blood Elks are the rarest animals in the mountain, their red antlers are wide and tough that stories were told to scare children from running up there.
Your father was a hunter when he was young, there was never a time where he didn’t have a hunting story to tell. The time he got bit by one of the most strongest bears in the country or the time he shot an arrow at an eagle flying in the sky. He initially taught your brother, James to hunt and eventually James learned how to skin animals and turn them into rugs or just even small things. James had a weird little thing for the anatomy of animals that he became very smart and learned the anatomy of humans, knowing the weak spots and fatal parts of the body. That’s why he joined a sport down in town facing mercenaries or other men who challenge on a horse and a spear. Jousting was his favorite hobby of all and he won every championship. Training his way into this championship in Winter, he is always out in the fields taking down sandbags in armor off a friendly horse chasing towards him while an instructor assists.
“Darling.”
“Yes, mother?” You asked.
Your mother lifts her head up and smiles, “You're going down to the library in town, are you?” You look down at the book in your hands and close the book, knowing you could read another book. “I might.” Your mother puts her hands on her lap, “I wanted you to go talk to the florist, Miss Nora, she has these flowers from the Spain land, Chocolate Cosmos, so beautiful. You should grab some on your way back.” You then thought now you had to go, you can never refuse a Queen’s request. “Of course— AH!” A large thud hits the table and you look up to see a dead deer. You stand up, startled before you collapse into the arms of the same man you met, the boy’s face drowns with worry. “Are you alright, Your Majesty?” You glance at the deer and turn away disgusted that the deer's mouth was open not to your liking.
Ransom peered over the boy’s shoulder and grabbed him, “Let her go,” He growled at his Gillie and the boy helped you back on your feet and let go of you. Your mother and father were more impressed than uncomfortable. Ransom switches his tone, “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”
“Ransom, I didn’t know you were still in the Kingdom,” Your mother says, your father grins and raises his palm. “I allowed him to do a little hunting for my men. They’re so slow when it comes to hunting deer,” Your father scoffed. You gag and the *Gillie boy turns to you. “Well, thank you, Ransom, this is the nicest thing you could do for us. Should we offer you a room? You look tired.” You shake your head, holding your hand to your mouth. “No, thank you, I have somewhere else to go for the evening.” Your father waves him off, “Thank you, Ransom, you’re welcome to take the deer to our butcher, he shall butcher it for dinner tonight.” Ransom bows a couple inches and turns.
*Gillie or ghillie is an ancient Gaelic term for a person who acts as a servant or attendant on a fishing, hunting.
The Gillie boy mutters to you, “You alright?”
“I’m okay–”
“Ben!” Ransom shouts, the boy flinches and gently rubs your shoulder before picking up the deer and struggles to carry it behind Ransom to the Butcher. You looked towards your parents and saw yourself out the door. You had your gown in your fists, angrily making your way through the hall. You hear large footsteps behind and you gasp the second you’re pushed against the wall. Ransom towers over you and grabs your chin with his thumb. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see your face.”
“What do you mean,” You grit, trying to pull away from him. Ransom grins and looks down at your gown. “All these colors aren’t going to cover up your secrets, Y/N.” His blue eyes look deep into yours. “What are you?” He asked, your eyes glare at him, bringing up the similar voice into your head when you were little.
“What. Are. You?”
You don’t answer that and it makes him smirk, “The thing about deer is that their hearts aren’t close to their chest, it’s more halfway down above their stomach and below their lungs…” Ransom puts his finger on your stomach but you could barely feel it through your corset. “You either take the arrow and fire there–” He gently jabs your stomach, “–Or you take the arrow and strike it to the neck of its arteries.” He points to your neck and lightly pokes it. Stepping away, he smirks and watches you leave, lifting your gown to remove yourself from that hall. Ransom grins and turns down the other way.
The next day, Brodie got you ready in a relaxed gown to go out into town, and two soldiers chaperoned you to the library on your father’s behalf. Brodie tagged along to help you find the flowers when you stop at the florist. If you were to throw yourself off a course of task, it’s a rule that your parents should know you went to another place. Which you wanted to visit the bakery. You skipped the library causing Brodie and the soldiers to stop, “Your Majesty, the library.”
You wave your hand, “I know, I want to do the florist first.” Brodie sighs and follows along with the soldiers who held their swords hilts in their sheaths. You could barely see their eyes but you can tell their lower faces were a curiosity of how handsome their faces were. You walked up to the small flower shop and saw an old woman fixing some flowers on the display. “Miss Nora.”
“Ah, Your Majesty,” She grins, “I know what you’re here for, the Queen asked for a couple dozen of Chocolate Cosmos, my son, Frances traveled to Spain and found these. I always thought your mother was more fond of blue but she has a unique taste.” You chuckled and paid the woman a couple coins, she was in complete awe. “Your Majesty, I can’t–”
“It’s between us,” You winked, the currency you owned was one of the richest gold. Carved in the coin was one of the first Kings of Saphir. The old lady thanked you so kindly, bowing and blessing you with a couple more flowers. Brodie helped you carry some of the flowers gathered in a basket and you made your way over to the library. The castle had a library of its own but there was more of history than there was of nonfiction. You learned to read French by your mother and there were common French books to read, especially Latin. Latin and French are not very distinct from each other but you wanted to learn Latin and many more languages.
“This book, here… Romeo–”
“Read that, already,” You spoke, searching through the books. Brodie steps over to another spine of a book. “Spy of the Stars?” Brodie asked, you looked over and shook your head. “Oh!” You peep, reaching into the shelf to pull out a book with a lack of writing and over worn. “Game Without Glory.” You began to read the first chapter and you began to feel already pulled into it. You and Brodie walk out with a couple other books and the soldiers stiffen themselves up when you turn to them, “Bakery, next.”
“Your Highness, we were ordered to take you back after your visit with the florist and library–”
You sigh and begin to walk towards the Bakery, “I’ll be quick, besides, I think my father would enjoy a tarte framboise.” Brodie tags along and without argument the soldiers follow beside her. The welcoming sign of the Bakery and the smell of French bread and sourdough filled the air when you walked in. “Stop eating those, they’re not for you! You’re lucky I’m making extra.”
“So I can have some–”
“Stop it, James!” The red haired young girl slapped the hand of the Prince. “Are you harassing her in her own bakery?” James turns still leaned on the counter with a grin. “Of course I am not! I’m just eating her delicious tart…” He slips another tart into his mouth slowly. Quinn rolls her eyes and pulls the pan of tarts away from him. James lifts himself off the counter and turns around, “What are you doing out here?” He notices the soldiers outside of the Bakery. “Ah, mom.”
“She wanted me to stop for some flowers but I wanted to stop for something nice.”
Quinn comes back out and brushes off her gown, “Would you like to take a couple rolls I made? It’s a new recipe I made.” You beam at her with delight, “Of course, I would love to try some!” Quinn smiles and leaves to go grab the basket. “Would you like me to take you back?” James asked, “I don’t like that they’re sending you off with soldiers everyday."
All you could ever do was smile, "I don’t mind them, they’re like friends.” James gives you a blank look and then nods, “Alright, then. Be safe back home.” Quinn came back with a basket of rolls and added some fruits on the side. “Oh, this is wonderful, Quinn, thank you so much.” Quinn grins and bows a little bit. “Of course, I hope you’ll like them and your parents, too.”
You chuckle, “I hope not, I don’t want my father to make you into our bakery or something.” Quinn laughs and lightly touches James' shoulder. “I wouldn’t let him,” James added. Brodie picks up the basket of rolls and you sigh, “Alright I’m off, thank you again. I’ll see you another day!”
“Bye, Y/N!”
When you walk out, the soldiers close in to your side as you step down the stairs. On the way back was a chatty walk, you and Brodie were making plans for the day to check on your horse and as well the garden. When you got home, a maid rushed her way down the stairs, almost out of fear. “Your Highness!” She calls, she stops in front of you and bows. “The King has requested to see you immediately.” You asked Brodie and the maid to take care of the baskets and made your way to the Great Hall where your father and mother sat at, they were talking to a woman in a red dress and another man standing beside her and a smaller one just a few inches shorter beside them with his hand behind his back and the other in front of him.
You slowly walk up, brushing your hair off your face and fixing your dress. “Ma cherie,” Your mother touches your father’s hand and he looks. “Ah, look who showed up.”
“Hello, father.”
“You’ve met the Royals of Romania?” You turn and notice the similar faces from your ball, including their handsome son named Rafael. His mother grins, “We’ve been allies for many generations and I’ve come to an agreement that something should be requested and decided before next fall.”
Your father slightly leans to the side, “That’s a long wait, you sure you don’t want a decision immediately?” The Queen steps up once, “I know after the princess’ return every princess is jealous and every prince wants to take her hand and bear their child but I’m letting–” She glances at you, “–the princess decide what she wants.” You picked at your hands and saw Rafael glance at you with a small grin. “Very well–” Your father said, “I will give you a letter if there has been any changes or requests for this matter. There’s no other Royal Family I will allow my daughter to marry, but it is her decision.” You wanted to say no, but you were worried about the consequences of the arranged marriage.
You don’t want to get married. Being sent off to a manor that is filled with more women you can imagine that are put through to behave and learn the way of how women should act. But it was different. You got the reality that there can be a change. You hate men. How disgusting and horrible they are, but there was a source of hope that one could come. But you don’t know if Rafael or Samuels are one of those men.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” The Queen bows, “Bringing our Kingdoms together can break the ideal of war between the others.” The King nods and waves them off, the King and Queen of Romania leave but the son stays and turns to you. He takes your hand gently by giving you a look of consent and you allow him to take your hand and kiss your knuckles softly, still looking into your eyes with gleam. “Do think about it,” His accent was so smooth it had you struck with thought when he walked away with his parents. Your father’s strong gaze ripped you out of the trance.
“Father, I don’t know if you’ve heard but I don’t want to get–”
“I know you don’t want to, but this is the choice of life or death,” He stands up, “I don’t know if you’ve heard recently there’s a Royal who’s trying to get the throne. They call him the Royal of War. His whole Kingdom was destroyed into ruins by every Kingdom because their generations are considered the weak Royals, but now his last generation is him and he will do anything to get to us.”
You realize, now. Marrying can stop war, your biggest fear was being in a war. The blood and the dead bodies have been haunting you ever since you heard stories about the Saphir Wars many decades ago. Your ideal of a world was peace. You didn’t argue back and nod once with a bow. “I’ll think about it.” Your father nods with great content and waves you off.
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Hey Yall! I wanted to let you know that I'm still here and also show you a estimated map to Love & Lies stories.
These titled lands will be introduced and some will be featured in the story. Hope you enjoyed this.
This is also just an idea, I'm debating to make the land longer and fit in the geography of Europe which is probably not planned well.
If you want to know the Ethnics of the Kingdoms, Saphire is known to be the French while Ames Oro is between American and British and Stygian is known to be Icelandic.
Worlds can be different so my world is not similar to our actual world and the other kingdom of Ethnics are Romanian, Swedish and Spanish. You have been introduced to some of those Royals.
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Dog Comfort - Drabble
Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: Dog cuddles, crying, being alone for a few seconds, Passing of someone
Summary: Dogs can sense human beings feelings just on how fast their hearts beat. When the adrenaline picks up, dogs sense your emotions and when you’re feeling down at home. Dodger comes to the rescue as your comfort before Chris arrives.
It was around the evening where you laid in bed, laying on your side with a pillow clutched to your chest as you thought over the memories. It had been 6 years since someone you loved passed away. A great friend and family member who stuck up for you all the time and made you become who you are now. Your throat was burning to begin with. Your eyes burning to go to sleep but you just laid there in an empty bed.
A few minutes into the night, you choked a sob. Smelling your husband’s scent on his pillow, wanting him to come home.
The tears came falling down over be bridge of your nose and across your cheek, soaking the pillow below where your head rested. You hear a clicking sound of claws and the creak of the door into your bedroom swings open and you hear more clicking against the wood.
Something jumps on the bed and makes it way over to you. Dodger, your husband’s dog, your baby, comes over and licks your cheek, removing the tears that fell. His nose pokes your brow and he lays on his stomach, his nose began to nudge into your hand, removing it’s grasp for your hand to place right on his head. You sniffled and removed the pillow from your chest to welcome Dodger into your arms.
“I’m sorry, bubba. Am I worrying you?” You muttered, he army crawls to your stomach and lays close to you. His head lifted up to lick your chin as your arm wraps around his body like a body pillow. He then twists his body so his back was against you when he lays on his side. His head lifts up to check on you. Your lips gently kiss the top of his head and you sniffled.
“Hey...” You hear someone say.
You look over and saw Chris stand in the doorway, “What’s going on?” He asks sincerely. He kicks off his shoes and comes around behind you, instantly joining you back-to-chest as he pulled against his. You sniffled and wiped your cheeks. “I’m just...” You struggled to talk, knowing when someone asks you, you instantly turn into a waterfall of tears. Chris only shushed you softly. “It’s okay. I’m here. You don’t have to speak. I got you.” His arms snake around your waist and held you there.
He comforted you like no other. Feeling the warmth between two best boys in the house, you felt safe. And you managed to fall asleep between them. But you would never forget who came first to comfort you. Dodger was a good boy.
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Dinner With Your Family
We’re gonna try something new here. I will do multiple characters of Chris Evans and see what they’ll all do in a certain situation.
Warnings: Language, Alcohol Use, Drug Use, Vomiting Mentions, Nose bleed
Summary: How would they react to meeting your family for the first time? Would it be a good experience or a bad one.
Characters: Chris Evans, Steve Rogers, Colin Shea, Ransom Drysdale, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Mike Weiss, Andy Barber, Paul Diskant, Frank Adler, and Johnny Storm.
Chris Evans
Chris is always an outgoing guy. Asking him to meet your parents for the first time, he’s always going to have a good impression no matter what. Your way over there Chris is nervous but excited to meet your parents. Your parents heard so much about him and never thought you’d go for someone like him. He doesn’t dress too much, if your family is just outgoing as he is, he’ll wear a casual flannel shirt, sweater or a Henley. He could kill with looks in just anything he wears. He greets your parents with a handshake and when he gets comfortable he’ll give them a hug. Already your parents are liking him.
He’s the type to talk for hours. He’s got your parents laughing, if you have a dog, he’s going to secretly slip your dog some food under the table and while talking, he’ll give your pooch some scratches on the head. If you have little siblings, he’s willing to give them details on his films and they all are amazed by it. If you have an older sibling, well they get their thoughts and opinions on him. So hopefully Chris gets a good impression from them.
Your parents want to know how he is around you. He gives them everything he loved doing with you, what you two do outside of filming. Walking Dodger, watch movies and go out every now and then. You can tell your parents approve this man and trust him. If you’re close with your family, Chris would invite them on the red carpet if you were his date to the premieres. The dinner goes well, he comments on the food like he was eating at a five-star restaurant. Your mom is flattered by that.
And when you two leave, he gives them hugs and shakes your dad’s hand. And your parents beg for another dinner with him.
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Steve Rogers
You all know how Steve is around people who can easily judge you quick enough if you’re not polite. Meeting your parents is something he is going to expect soon. It’s probably amazing if your parents met your boyfriend back in 1940s, you’ve heard stories about your boyfriend from your parents. It’s a little strange to date someone who is almost around your parents age but still looks young from being frozen for 70 years. He’s going to be nice around them.
He doesn’t feel nervous or that he doesn’t show it in his face a lot. When you get to the house, Steve greets them with a grin and a handshake. What he’s wearing could be a buttoned up shirt and nice pants. Now once in front of your parents, you can tell he’s instantly nervous and shy.
For a soldier who’s met millions of fans and people, this might have been a fear for him. You reassure him with a hand slipping into his and you sit at the table. Your dad is the one who asks about his time in the project and who he was before Captain America. Steve gives out the good parts, but he leaves out the bullying knowing some might know from the memorial at the museum. Your mom is instant to liking Steve, though she gets scared of you riding the motorcycle with him. It’s not him that she doesn’t trust, but Steve reassures her he’s got you.
If you’re an Avenger, there wouldn’t be much of a problem. But being a city girl who lives in an apartment, your parents would worry what could happen to you. Steve always keeps you secret and that’s a promise made from Nick Fury. Your information were well-hidden and no one was able to find your address or name. Steve made sure of that.
The dinner went well and Steve is relieved on how your parents really trusted him and never said anything he didn’t want to talk about. He gives them a last goodbye handshake and leaves to take you back to your apartment.
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Colin Shea
Colin Shea is very shameless. Let’s say your parents first impression and encounter didn’t go so well. The first time they met him was just at the wrong time and place. Before you started dating Colin, you and him were mostly hooking up at the time. It was a one time thing and he always walks in your apartment like he owned it.
Without your parents knowing, you two go out and get sandwiches and walk by the harbor. The first encounter your parents had with him was when you invited them over to show off your apartment. They always wondered where you lived and they found your apartment very neat and spatial. So when you began to leave to go out with your parents for lunch, you open the door to a naked neighbor with a towel over his “hooha” what your mother said.
“Afternoon, neighbor,” Colin greets. Your parents stand behind you, gawking at your neighbor in, you couldn’t guess what they were thinking at that moment. He picks up his newspaper and waves nonchalantly at your parents. “Hi.” You excuse your parents to the car and you silently scold him. “Those were my parents.”
“Looks like we both came out at the wrong time.”
“Yeah. I guess we did. Next time, have a pair of underwear on.” So when dating him officially, you told your parents about him. Sure your dad didn’t approve someone who basically showed off his junk in front of them but your mom could help but talk about during your talk with them about Colin. So when Colin came over, he greeted them and apologized with a large grin on his face. The dinner went well, Colin didn’t say much about you two hooking up, he said you were neighbors for a while and he one day asked you out.
Him making eye contact with a sandwich and then making out with it was something a 5 year old would do, but being in front of your parents he kept that child-self out of the picture. He joked when he wanted to and you all enjoyed the dinner altogether. Colin then takes you both back to your apartment. “That’s was great.”
“Really?” You asked.
Colin nods, “I think we should do it again sometime.” You stop at your door and grinned up at him. “This time can you keep your clothes on?” Colin smirks and steps closer to you, caging you to your door. He reaches over and opens your door with a swift swing, before his hands grab your waist and his lips crash onto yours, pushing you through your own apartment.
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Ransom Drysdale
When you told your parents you were dating a well-known Author’s grandson and they didn’t accept that their family is basically wealthier than them. They didn’t hear much about Ransom but they knew how the family could get with all that money piling up. Your parents asked you once to invite Ransom over for dinner and when you asked Ransom-
“No.”
You only told your parents you both were busy. Sure, your parents knew Ransom wouldn’t see them. He already knew how much of an asshole he was, everyone can judge him with a snap of their fingers. You tried so many times to convince Ransom to just do this dinner and that it was never like him and his family. Only two damn people who are sweeter than his family and he never agreed. He always added, “I’m busy,” or “I rather spend time with you.” Bullshit.
He buys you clothes, jewelry, and gives you money if that’s what shuts you up to leave him alone. You’re nothing but some unlucky token to him, but he showed you love in different ways just not the one you’d expect from him. Sure his hand slipping around your waist, or the way when he nonchalantly slips his coat over your shoulders and guides you to the car, that was some sign of love from him.
When you finally asked him one last time, he agreed. And it wasn’t some calm ‘yes’ it was something more harsh and annoyed. And it wasn’t a yes.
“Fine.”
So, when Ransom drove to your family’s house, he kept his hand on your thigh. His glasses covering his eyes and his brown coat hugging him barely as he drove up to your home. Ransom doesn’t give your parents a handshake or anything. They’re either occupied around your waist or in your hand. Your dad watches him closely throughout the whole dinner.
Your mother is one asking questions on what he does and how he met you. A jobless asshole who’s family is like some Kardashian show that he finds entertaining to watch or start. Ransom tries to keep his answers short as possible. For a guy who talks a lot of shit, he doesn’t seem to talk much in front of your parents.
The food happens to be good for him and when you two leave, he’s already in the car waiting for you to say goodbye to your parents and apologize for whatever behavior they didn’t like or expect. So when you got in the car, you didn’t say anything to Ransom on your way back home.
Later on, you two pull up in his driveway and Ransom turns off the car, sighing softly. “Dinner was nice.” When you turn to look at him and reply, he jumps out of the car and clenches his keys in his palm. With a soft grin, you step out and follow him inside. With that good sign of success from Ransom. You gifted him a good night.
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Ari Levinson
Ari can accept to do anything if it’s something to make you happy. Believe it or not, you two worked on a mission project in Ethiopia and you two happened to be together at the end of it. Being a fake couple from the start, it went well but not until you both caught feelings for each other.
(You even caught him looking at you during your tans on the beach)
So asking Ari to see your parents, he accepted it with no question.
Ari did his best to dress nice with the blue button up and pants. His long hair making waves to the back and curl at the ends of his strands. Not going to lie, you liked his hair like that.
When your parents meet him, he’s the first to greet them. Saying his name and everything. Your mother once called him handsome and sometimes ‘One hunk of a man’ you always playfully smack her arm to cut it out while your father lightly scolds at her. Ari tells the stories about your time in Ethiopia, staying at a hotel by the beach side, doing yoga and sea diving. He left out the dangerous parts when you both got stuck in a small cell with million other people. And you had to treat his eye when his friend Sam and him got into a fight. Or when he tried to defend you with a butter knife from Colonel Ahmed.
Your parents are liking him, interested in his travels and them knowing about his daughter, they didn’t go deep into who his wife was and why they split up. You met his daughter a couple times and she was quiet but you managed to get her to talk to you which was a good relief. His ex-wife got along with you as well, you just never got to hang with them for long.
Maybe once you babysat his daughter and you had a blast. Your mom then asked for grandkids and you all either laughed or shouted out her name to stop. Ari couldn’t help but grin. “What? I’ve been waiting for 10 years.”
“You’re going to have to wait for another 10 then.”
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Jake Jensen
You and Jensen were something else. He was the most childish in the relationship but you just didn’t seem to get bored of him. For a guy who owns a hummer, not many of them can be as attractive as Jensen. Some can be assholes and Jensen didn’t take the cut sometimes. When he first found out when you talked about dinner with your parents, he already started to ask questions.
“What did you tell them?”
“The good stuff?”
Your parents didn’t know about his job being on a Elite team of commandos, by your agreement, you told them of Jensen working at BestBuy. To your parents, your job was way “better” than Jensen’s job. When meeting your parents, Jensen didn’t bother to wear something nice. Either a t-shirt of his favorite soccer team (Petunias) or a sleeve-less shirt. Your parents were fond of the tattoos but your dad liked the one with the bull and you were lucky they didn’t say anything else about how bad tattoos were.
Jensen almost exposed himself during the talks. You knew about his missions and he almost gave those way when your mom asked if he traveled a lot. Jensen tried to be funny most of the time and sometimes has serious talk to your father about jobs or technician things. Your mom eventually asked if he could help with their computer and you felt embarrassed by that but Jensen took no hesitation into helping.
So after dinner, Jensen helped your parents with whatever they had a problem with and said goodbye to them, leaving the house with you. Jensen sighs happily, “I think they like me.”
“Obviously.”
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Mike Weiss
Mike might have been a struggle to get out of the house to meet people. Especially your parents. There are two outcomes for this man and I’ll give them both. You’ve met Mike during his times through drug use. You’ve met him many times in the bathroom, throwing up to get him away from drugs in order to be with you. You knew it’d take time but there are moments where he desperately needed it to not stop.
When you asked him to have dinner with your parents, he couldn’t say no. You didn’t want to tell your parents that your boyfriend was a drug user. If you did, your parents would instantly think he’d be more harsher on you. Mike would never be harsh. Never in your life had he ever laid a hand on you. You both tried to be patient with one another and you two managed to stay together.
So when he came to the house along with you, he sniffled harshly and you rubbed his back to reassure him.
He greeted your mother first and then shook hands with your dad. Your dad comments on his grip and Mike grins, nodding once. During the dinner, Mike told about where he was from and that he was a injury lawyer. You as his assistant was something your parents didn’t question about. As his girlfriend or not, you’re always there for him to make sure he reaches certain places. But when you’re not there, he doesn’t attend those things and you have to deal with them yourself.
Halfway through the dinner, he excuses himself to the bathroom. “Mike is very nice. How is it for you guys?” Your mother asks, you swallowed hard on your food and nodded. “He’s good. We’ve been thinking on getting a nice place to stay so...” Your mom nods. Minutes later, Mike comes in and audibly sniffs hard but your parents don’t pay much mind to it.
You were lucky to watch him every second because a couple more minutes into talking, you notice his nose bleed and you instantly reached up to his face with a napkin and he cleans his nose off.
Now a different story if Mike had be doing rehab a while ago, it would go like this. You’ve noticed how good he’s been doing to stay away from the pills and drugs he’s been doing for years. Mike always made sure he stayed away from alcohol which tends to happen to some drug addicts to do. So when he meets your parents, he’s polite as possible. A shake to the hand and a gentle grin. The dinner goes well and he does whatever he can to answer questions.
His leg bounces up and down, so you would always place your hand over his knee to reassure him. Trying his hardest to stand up straight, he feels your warmth and calms himself down. Your parents don’t notice. And Mike doesn’t excuse himself to the bathroom, he’s talking to your mother about the things you and him would do if you guys got married. Which was going to come soon.
And after that dinner, Mike turns to you. “They’re nice.”
“They really like you, Mike.”
He grins.
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Andy Barber
When you two first met, you weren’t even adults at the time. High school sweethearts was some kind of dream for you, to meet someone who stood by your side since you were and have him take your hand in marriage. There is no doubt he got along with your parents. At the age of 18 is when he met them for the first time. Your prom night was something and he stood awkwardly in the living room with your dad.
But for Andy, we aren’t going to discuss his first dinner with them. Just after your marriage, you always visited your parents during the holidays. Even if it meant to fly/drive over. From their first dinner, it ended well. Andy had gotten more comfortable with your parents and always told them stories of being a lawyer. Your mom always called him her son-in-law from the first she saw him. He never disappoint them with a smile.
So visiting them on the holidays, he never refuses to go. He loves your parents and you two even named your first child after your mom/dad. So bringing along your family to your parents house, you were happy to have them over.
Thanksgiving was your favorite get-together with your parents. Especially if your mom and dad are great cooks.
You both talk about your jobs in Newton, even talking about your daughter/son trying out a sport or club in their school. Your parents found the time to play board games. Your kid always loved playing Othello. Andy and your dad were having beer while you had water and your mother had wine. Everyone were laughing and having a good time. Till Andy looks over to you and grins.
You smile back and turn to your parents, “Mom, dad.”
“Hm?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“WHAT!”
And after dinner was finished, Andy was polite to help your parents with the dishes. And you guys had a grand time.
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Paul Diskant
Paul wasn’t exactly free most of the time. Sure, he’d come home after a long day in the department working on cases. A dangerous job to be walking around with a gun clasped onto your hip and a badge you show off to dangerous people. You found him once in a hospital, getting shot in the hip and nowadays, lying in bed, you always feel that rough scar on his hip.
Him meeting your parents was easy. But when you told them the first time that he was a detective, they feared what might occur to him or you. They worried if you had kids and he happened to end up in a hospital dead and leave you alone.
You trusted Paul enough to be careful in the city of Los Angeles. As a nurse, you treated him once and silently scolded him about the decision he made.
So for his promise, he made sure everything he did was not involving rough places and people. Took murder cases of homicides that were just easy to solve. He worked alongside Tom and he felt like an older brother to Paul. Tom made sure, your boy was safe.
The day you made him meet your parents, he greets them with a handshake and once you all sit at the table, your dad goes in for the questions and asks about what he was working on at the department. Your mom somewhat gasped at every story that could’ve been really bad for Paul and that one time you had to treat him at the hospital. But once you cut in to talk about your lives at home and listen to what your parents did over the years, they got to know Paul more and so did he.
The dinner went swell and when you two left, Paul never wasted time to pull you into the house.
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Frank Adler
Being a simple guy who works on boats from day to night, he was hesitant to meet your parents. From the first time you two met, it was when you moved into the small homes and Mary was the one who brought you two to meet. From the moment he heard your voice, his head shot up in surprise and expected to see an angel. Instead he saw a Goddess. Your smile was so welcoming, he stuttered every word to saw hi.
Over the months as your neighbor, he always watched you from the kitchen window to see you talk to Roberta. Dating him for what felt like a eternity, you asked him to meet your parents and have dinner. He was already nervous even though the dinner was not till another week.
At the time, he asked Roberta if she could watch Mary for the night till he comes back. Roberta reassures him not to worry and just relax. He took her advice and got ready. You fixed his hair since he wasn’t so sure how he wanted to look for them. You grinned softly and pecked his lips softly. You grip his shirt in your fist and looked up at him. “Were you working on the boat?”
“No.” You could smell the oil off his shirt so you forced him to change and made your way to your parents house. They greeted him with a gentle smile. They expected someone more of on the rich side. Only to hear that he raises his niece and has custody of her, telling them about how gifted she is. They were already liking him just on how he was with the little girl he mentioned.
They never asked about where he worked and so you were comfortable throughout the whole dinner. Your dad was invested with boats as well, so Frank and him spoke about them for the rest of the dinner and thought about going on a boat ride in the yacht your father owned.
And Frank walked out of the house with a small smile on his face.
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Johnny Storm
Last but not least. Johnny is the child-type to be at a dinner. Moments where he’s not serious and could go on and on about his lifestyle. It’s one thing for a super-soldier to go to your parents house. But someone who can light in flames was something you couldn’t quite imagine to be visiting your parents.
Before, Johnny was just an ordinary playboy. Goes out to party and drinks. Just like Ransom but less of an asshole, he gets a little too cocky. His style of clothing was always the 2000 look. A plain t-shirt with a suit jacket and pants. Your mom was the one who was worried. When you told them he was one of the Fantastic Four, they assumed it was Reed first.
“Isn’t he married?”
“It’s not Reed, dad.”
“The thing?”
“That’s my best friend, mom. But no.” Then in an instant, they knew it was the underwear model, boy with twinkle toes and lights up like the sun. Johnny was prepared to meet them. But not prepared in a professional way. His handshakes were less adult, the vigorous handshake from a 5-year-old. You were sure he lightly singed your father’s hand.
His flirting way got the best of him. His smirks and winks always captured by your parents, you basically hid your face behind a napkin. Even with a boyfriend who rides a motorcycle and is basically a dare-devil, he could do anything for a bet. Your mother never liked men like that. Your father was kind of the opposite. But Johnny seemed to give them the wrong idea.
Johnny’s way of sending flowers to you, finds the time to spend his day with you. Even reassures them that you’re protected. The dinner continued to go well and Johnny became a gentleman at the end and helped clean up. You never saw this side of him but it warmed your heart in a way.
His wink caught your attention when you watched him follow after your mom to the kitchen and you blushed shyly.
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Dark Ink - Drabble
Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Tattoo admiring, soft touching, fluff
Summary: Chris never revealed his body to you a lot and surprisingly one night, he decides to go shirtless and you can’t help to trail every dark ink plastered on his body.
A/N: I honestly love this divider. Also it’s 1am and I got this idea from talking about Chris’s tattoos with a great friend of mine. So here we go.
You make smooching noise towards Dodger who made his way over. “Come here, Dodge.” He grabs his small lion and drags it up onto the bed. You get under the covers with Dodger. The lights in the hallway were still on, knowing your boyfriend Chris was still closing curtains and turning off lights in the rooms. You hear his footsteps head down the hall so you turn onto your side to gently rub Dodger’s belly as he nibbled on his lion for a bit.
You hear Chris sigh, “Do you need water for the night?” He asks. You shook your head, “No, thank you.” Chris then turns off the lights and your eyes are pitch black. Your eyes adjusting to the darkness, you could see the outline of Chris.
He heads over to his side of the bed and sits down to tug his shoes off. Dodger is in the middle, laying down and waiting for his boss to lay down so he could instantly cuddle with you two. You hear more shuffling and then a large sigh from Chris as he lays down. You reach over to throw your arm over his chest. Instead of feeling fabric, you felt soft warm skin.
You’ve only dated Chris for 7 months and he always wore a shirt to bed. It wasn’t because he was self-conscious, it was something he wanted to take slow. It was more of keeping a space thing. Not much of a spatial thing. So this was different to you.
You lifted your head off your pillow to see if you were feeling it correctly. Chris was shirtless with your hand flat on his chest. He turns to you in the dark, “What?” He asks. You shook your head and moved your thumb over the chest hairs. You see him turn on the lamp beside him and you could see the tattoos you never saw.
Sure you saw them in pictures from fans and see them peak out of his shirt but never saw their full form. The words you knew were printed on his right collar bone. You saw it a couple times and you look over to the large bird. An eagle with its wings out. You softly gasped and grazed your fingers over it. Chris had told you about the tattoo but he never showed you. “It’s beautiful.”
Chris grins, “Really? I thought it was cool.” You look up to him and so did he. Even though his eyes showed exhaustion, it was also adoring. You lean up to kiss him. His beard pricks at your chin and cheeks as he pulled you up to his mouth. Your hand coming up to caress his cheek, you pull away and look down to his tattoo of an Eagle. “We should get matching tattoos.”
Chris tilts his head, “Really? What kind?” He asks. You gleam up at him, “I was thinking about [choice of tattoo].” Chris grins at you. “I’m down.”
You smiled and kissed him again. “You should have Dodger’s face on your back.” Chris laughs on your lips, pulling away. “I’ll think about that one. You’re getting a little out of hand.” You chuckled and snuggled into his side with Dodger in between you.
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My Patriot
*Gif not mine
Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader
Warnings: Slight injury, One curse word
Summary: Your high school was able to allow girl’s to join football. Being around a football fan who happens to be your dad, he taught you the ropes in your freshman year, you made it to the Varsity squad your Sophomore year and your last game turned out to be a disaster at first but you made it a win.
A/N: I’ve wanted to join football after being in marching band and hearing from my guy friends (football players) who offered me to join. But I think I rather play in a band than be a low-life football player. Basketball is better along with baseball. Marching band may not be a sport to some but it is to me.
Amazing dividers by @whimsicalrogers I guess I lost the fan for 49ers and Raiders, I became a Patriot.
Senior year was one of the most stressful and overwhelming. The season was at its end and it was gonna be one of your last games before you take on your wrestling season in February. This last game was gonna be one of the most powerful games of all. The last ones should always make it worth. Show that the Boston Reds were no match for the Spartans.
You took football since you were a freshman.
One of the worst decisions you made but you’ve learned to become the first quarterback as a girl. A woman if you might add. Living in a family who were into football, you were the only oldest grandchild in the family. And only one person out of your family approved it. Your dad, Chris Evans.
Your grandma, Lisa didn’t like the idea and almost slapped the back of her son’s head while Scott came to every game with a box of bandages and water.
Your dad and Scott were part of the football volunteers. They would stand on the sidelines, help your teammates with water, Gatorade, courage and support. Chris wasn’t your coach, no, but he did coach you at home if you needed it. You two on the weekends would go out jogging, try out new healthy foods, always took you to your school and practice some throws out in the field, since they did allow the field to be a public place at some times.
You loved your dad, more than you loved football. There were times where he wasn’t there, but Scott and your aunts were there to record your touchdowns and take downs.
You had a couple friends on the team, almost half of them were part of the marching band up in the bleachers.
The boys on your team always supported you. Not only because you were practically Captain America’s daughter, they knew you were the best out of all of them. They treated you as an equal. Which was a good feeling to have. You were tall and strong. You weren’t positive this was gonna be a career after you graduate. It was something to do and have for the rest of your life. Something to have fun with.
Chris didn’t expect you to continue this football thing, he knew you would start something better. He was just proud to see you out in the field doing something to prove anyone could do any sport no matter what they looked like.
School was just about to end and you pulled out your phone after you felt it buzz. A message sent towards you, you opened it and saw the message.
Dad
Few minutes away.
You grinned while shaking your head. He always wanted to be there for your training just after school. You assumed Uncle Scott would be there before your game starts. Your dad was there early to make sure what the team had and didn’t. He was a volunteer anyway.
The bell rung and you stood up, walking over to your locker. Once you got it open, someone pats your back. A random guy who nods at you, “Good luck at the game!” You smiled softly with a nod and reached in to look for your large water bottle.
You cursed under your breath. You must’ve left it at home. You closed your locker and made your way to the side building where the footballers were gathering up. Everyone wore their jerseys with their numbers. On a game day, every sport player should wear their jerseys through the school day and you had yours on.
Your coach comes in and claps his hands, “All right, everyone. Let’s get out there fast! The other team is coming in few minutes, take the field. Coach Henderson will be separating groups and I want good spirit out there! Let’s go!” Everyone in the room went their own ways, most of them heading to the locker room for their gear. You went to a separate room and got your things on alone.
Even for a girl, you couldn’t get ready in the boys locker room, of course. You slipped on your shoulder gear and slipped your jersey on over it. Your skin tight pants with pads over your knees, your cleats on real tight. You put your phone in the locker and closed it, taking your helmet and rushed out to the field.
“All right ladies! Let’s line up.”
You rushed around the corner and almost bumped into someone, they shout, “Woah. Easy there, hey!” Your dad says with a grin, your eyes widen and you let out a laugh. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” Your dad takes your helmet by the bars of your facemask and lifts it up to see small strands fall over your face. He grins, “Maybe put on your helmet after you get to the sidelines.”
You smiled and saw in his hand that he had your water bottle. “You found it!” You said, Chris lifts it up and nods. “That’s not the only reason why I came.” You furrowed your brows, “I thought you had a flight to Los Angeles?”
Chris lifted up his shoulders, “I can’t miss a final game in your lifetime, now could I? Besides even if you did NFL, your grandma would be pulling at our ears.” You smiled and took the bottle from his hand, giving him a large hug as he lets out a huff. He lightly chuckles and hugs you back just as tight. He shakes you a little, “Now, go out there and practice. I’ll be around, Scott will be around before the game. I love you.”
You pulled away and slipped on your helmet, “I love you too.”
Your coach called you in and you made your way over. With a nod of approval, you took that and followed your team onto the field. Warming up your shoulders, tossing your throws and kicks. Chris stood on the sideline, arms crossed as he chatted with your coach. You stretched your legs and slammed into a couple of your teammates to get yourself warmed up for this last game.
The families began to stack the whole bleachers, people with balloons, you knew your whole family will be here. Especially for your last game as a senior. They would start introducing the seniors. Half of your team were seniors and they were really supportive of you.
You thought they just liked your dad around. You saw what looked like your family. Lisa, Scott, and the sisters along with your cousins. They were waving at you from the bottom of the bleachers. You look over to Chris who waves you over from the sidelines and you rushed over to him and walked over to the fam.
“Hey! Sweetheart!” You smile big and hugged Lisa first, who gave you large kisses on your head. You hugged your two aunts, Shanna and Carly, your cousins Ethan, Stella and Miles. They started to admire your gear while Stella held onto you like a koala, ‘cause she loved you. Being her only girl cousin, you always did dolls and makeup while you did football and tag with the boys.
You started to hear the marching band play and you turn around. Chris nods, “You’re up, #4.” You grin and slipped on your helmet while the family waited. Usually on Senior games, they’d always read off what these seniors wrote for their last year and the family follows them down the row with balloons and large posters.
After the short time of the marching bands introduction to the field and the national anthem, the band makes a aisle for the senior families to walk down. They let a couple cheerleaders down the aisle, everyone following behind the senior friend.
They did that for more students till it was your turn.
Your team were very chaotic so they began to cheer your name. “Evans! Evans!” They shout, you couldn’t help but laugh at them. “Now, quarterback on the football team, number 4 on the field. Y/N Evans.” You feel a couple of your team chant your name as you walked down the aisle with your dad by your side. The man on the speakers began to read your last words for your senior year and you were just lucky to be here.
After they represented every senior, the game was starting. You felt like your dad in Not Another Teen Movie, Jake Wyler, quarterback asshole jock. It was a hilarious movie. Chris stood by the sidelines and watched you stand behind your teammates.
You hear your teammate yell hut and you run forward to catch the ball i your hand. Guarding it in your arm, you head to the right. Then you feel a harsh jab to your back. The referee blows his whistle and you stand up. Okay, you knew some were quick.
Your teammate helps you up and you glance across the field, watching your dad give you a thumbs up while shouting, “You okay?” You replied with a pair of thumbs up and he gives you a nod. The team sets up by the yard line where you fell.
The teams began to line up in their positions and you bent your knees. Breathing slowly, you focused on the directions you could go. Maybe throw it to one of your teammates who could be open. “Hut!” You catch the ball and aimed it, your defenders are slamming into the others.
You catch your teammate with his arms open. You imagined him being your dad in your backyard. With a large throw, the ball darts towards your teammate and he catches it smoothly before charging for the end of the field. You see him reach the end and the crowd in the bleachers cheer on. You couldn’t help but grin.
This was gonna be a good game.
Halftime was gone and you were slightly behind the other team. A couple touchdowns, you could make an easy win. A kick to the goal post could do you some good. You were almost close to exhaustion. You hear your coach call you guys in and the referees give you guys two minutes.
Running over to the coach. He began to explain a plan and you followed every single order. Once he broke the team, your dad hands you your water bottle. “You need to hydrate, sweetheart.”
You grin, lifting up your helmet a bit to pour water into your mouth. You gotten a lot of sips in and slid your helmet back down. The referees call you back in and your team positioned on the field.
You see that the team had slightly larger guys than the last ones. You needed to run pass them. You hear the shout and the ball comes into your hands. Your feet pick up and you took a sharp turn that causes your ankle to lock and you feel someone tackle you to the ground.
A large hit to the ground, your helmet bounces off the ground and you feel the player get off you. You breath in harshly and hear someone say, “Are you okay?” You roll onto your hands and knees, instantly feeling someone’s hands on you. “Hey, hey. Don’t stand up, yet. Take it easy. Honey, are you okay?” You hear your dad ask, you nod your head, not bothering to speak.
Your arm gets pulled up and Chris helps you onto your feet again. He leans over, “Hey? Look at me? Are you okay?” He asks.
“Yeah. Can I just sit down for a second?” Your dad didn’t refuse or hesitate. He helps you over to the bench and gives your family a thumbs up to know you were okay. He cups your helmet, “Can I take this off? It’ll help you breath better.” You nod and he slips it off your head. Your coach calls in a replacement onto the field and you lowered your head.
You lift your head up, “Coach, I’m sorry, I-” The coach gently shook his head. “It’s okay, Evans. You did good. You rest.” You felt embarrassed, being a woman and falling on the field made everyone lose hope in you. Your dad puts his hand on your shoulder, “Hey. You did good halfway through. I’m proud of you.”
You smiled up at him and watched as the team struggled to push through. No one scored and it just kept going back and forth. The coach calls out the last break. You needed to jump back in. Taking your helmet, you stand up and run over to the team circle.
You lean in, “Coach. Put me back in.” Your coach stared at you in disbelief till Chris jumps up. “No, you need to rest-”
“Please, dad. I know I can do this. I’m okay, now.” Chris looks up to the coach who does as well. Silently the two nod and your coach looks over. “All right. Y/N’s back in position. Stay strong and remember the plans.” The team breaks and you slid on your helmet. Standing in position, you breathed in slowly. You felt the memories come flooding into your head.
“You got this,” You hear your dad’s voice.
The shout breaks your position as you dart for the ball and grab it. You turn to the side and see a player in front of you. You realize he’s going to dive. It felt like slow-motion once he began to dive toward you. Your legs lift up and you hop over him like nothing. The crowd screams as you run for the touchdown yard line.
Your team runs over and almost tackles you to the ground. They chant your name and your dad runs over. “Yes!” He shouts, too proud of a dad, he takes you off your feet and holds the back of your helmet, laughing uncontrollably. You laugh happily as he takes off your helmet and pulls your head to his chest.
“I’m so fucking proud of you!” He says, you pull away and your team gives you a large hug. The team ended with a win and you were proud to take step back into the field. And your dad was happy to put your trophy on the fireplace.
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Quarantine Talk Show
Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: Jimmy Fallon has called Chris for a talk show and he asked about how Chris’ wife was doing and he invited her into the talk show and the couple played a few games with Jimmy Fallon.
Short but it’ll do.
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Y/N was in the kitchen, cleaning things around the place as she waited either for Chris to finish with the talk show or Scott to call her in for more work cause she wanted to keep moving doing this quarantine.
Chris sat in the other room chatting with Jimmy on his laptop. “So, Chris, how’s it going in Boston? I saw that you finally joined instagram not too long ago.” Chris chuckles.
“It’s great, I’m here with my wife and my brother, my family are just here and we’re all having a good time. It’s hard but you know, we get by.”
“That instagram account, though, what happened?” Jimmy asks. Chris shrugs, “I don’t know what it was. I just caved,” Chris shakes his head, “I feel like such an old man. I’m so late to the party. My wife joined way before me, I feel so old.”
Jimmy laughs, “Did she help you make the account?”
Chris shakes his head, “Oh, man. She did. I gotta be honest, she did help me. You know what it is? I had too many pictures of my dog and my 8 month old. I was like, these are being wasted in my phone. I gotta put these somewhere.”
Jimmy chuckles, “How is your daughter?”
Chris looks up and nods, “She’s doing great, we thought it’d be tough, you know about the pandemic and all that, we barely go out to grab things but Y/N, them two are doing so well. I think she’d love to see you.”
“Oh, well bring her in,” Jimmy says.
Chris calls out to her and the door opens, “Where is she?” Jimmy asks, he shouts once Y/N steps in. “Ooh! Hey, Y/N!”
You sit down next to Chris after he pulled out a chair for you, you smiled, holding your 8 month old in your arms. “Hey! Jimmy! How are you?”
“I’m great, oh my gosh, look at the little one,” Jimmy says, you smiled as Chris reaches over and uses his finger to hold your baby’s hand up. “Maya, look,” You point to the screen as Maya stares at her dad.
Jimmy laughs, “Oh, my God, she’s staring-” Chris smiles as he shakes his head. “Maya always stares at me.” You rolled your eyes, knowing that she does it all the time when he’s around.
Jimmy laughs, “She’s adorable. Are you missing LA, at all?” He asked. You tilt your head, “Well, a little bit. This place out of our home in LA, this one just seems to have a certain place in my heart. It’s a welcoming home,” You say as Chris nods.
“The boys, Scott and him, they go out play what was it called? Wiffel ball and mario kart.”
Chris nods, “Wiffel ball! Wiffel ball is a thing right now. Oh my god-” Chris smiles.
Jimmy smiles, “Y/N have you seen Chris play? Is he good?” Jimmy asked. You make a ‘tsk’ sound as Chris looks over to you. You hold your hand up, “Don’t look at me!” You laugh.
Chris chuckles with Jimmy. “He’s all right, I guess,” You shrug. Chris chuckles, “You guess? Okay.”
Jimmy laughs, “Well there’s this game on the internet that’s been going around and I wanted to play it with you guys. It’s the Couples Challenge and where basically, I ask you questions and you both have your eyes closed and all you do is point at yourself or the other person.”
“Oh, I love these,” You said, Chris nods. “If you point at the right person, you guys get a point.”
“All right,” Chris says, “Let’s do it.”
“We’ll see if you are the perfect couple,” Jimmy said, you sputter. “Oh, gosh.” Chris smiles as he closes his eyes with you. Maya looks at you two confusingly.
“All right. First one. Who spends more time on instagram?” He asked.
Chris sighs as he points at you. You instantly point at yourself. Jimmy grins, “Who does Maya like more?”
Chris laughs, “Oh, gosh.” He points at himself. You shook your head and pointed at him. Maya could tell with her eyes, of course. Jimmy chuckles, “Who takes up the whole space in bed? Or maybe the blanket?” Jimmy asks.
You shook your head with a laugh. Chris points at you and you pointed at yourself as well. Jimmy smiles at you two and looked at the paper, “Who’s more likely to get into a political fight on social media?”
You lifted your finger up to Chris as he puffs out a sigh and pointed at himself and you. Jimmy nods then laughs, “This one might cause something, I don’t know. Who’s the most fun parent?” Jimmy asks.
You and Chris laugh as you pointed at Chris and he points too.
“Oh, wow! Guys! I’m not kidding, five out of five!” Jimmy throws his hands up, you and Chris opened your eyes. “Oh wow!” Chris says, he looks over to you and grinned.
Jimmy claps his hands together, “You guys are good. This is the last round. Same thing like last time, so close your eyes again.” You two closed your eyes and Jimmy reads the first one.
“All right. Who was more likely the bad kid in school?”
You immediately pointed at Chris and he shakes his head and points at himself. Jimmy chuckles, “Who is the smartest?”
Chris shook his head and pointed at you. You sighed and pointed at Chris. He used a lot of big words you barely knew yourself. Jimmy chuckles, “Who is more likely to tell the other how many push-ups they can do?”
You sputter in the obvious way possible as you pointed at Chris. Chris knew what you meant and he chuckles, pointing at himself. Jimmy laughs at the next question, “Who’s most likely to fall asleep during a party?”
You laugh as you struggled with that one for a bit. “Hopefully not...” You pointed at Chris. Chris laughs, “Hopefully not, that means you pointed at me?” He asked. Jimmy laughs.
You shook your head with a smile. “This one is kind of for you two and Maya, so...” Jimmy laughs, “Who does she love the most?” You and Chris look down at Maya as she glanced up at Chris.
Once she made eye contact with Chris, her arms raise up to him. “Oh!” Jimmy says, you laugh as Chris reaches over and holds Maya in his arms. “That’s it for the game, thank you guys for playing. And hopefully we’ll see each other again in person. And Y/N you’re are welcome to come freely.”
You nod, “Oh, yes. Thank you, Jimmy.”
“All right, you guys stay safe and have a good one.”
“You, too. Stay safe!”
“See ya!” Jimmy stops his chat and you turned to Chris with a small grin. Maya looking up with her blue eyes. “You betrayed me, young lady.” Chris smiles as he jumps her up and down on his thigh.
“She loves you and I. Is that true?” He asked her, Maya looks up at him and leans against him causing you to gasp. “You little booger.” Chris laughs and he leans forward.
Placing a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Why don’t you go play with her? Since she loves you so much,” You stand up, Chris groans, “Oh, come on!” He laughs, “She loves you!” You walk out with a grin as Chris looks down at Maya.
“You love mom, do you?” He asked.
Maya looks up and she babbles at him. He nods, “I know. She’ll understand.”
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Silent Night [1]
Andy Barber x Fem!Reader (AU!A Quiet Place)
Warnings: Creatures, Blood, Stitches, Post-Apocalyptic
Summary: In the town of Newton, it was silent. Everyone in the world were killed by unknown species that can hear you from miles. You’re alone in an empty town. No one was ever found during the year and you’ve gone quite crazy. Wondering in a neighborhood, you run into a survivor and he protects you from the creature lurking in the dark.
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Day 292
The trees began to rustle against each other down the silent road of Newton. The silence was like this for 291 days. The counting of days were important to you. It was hard to look at every day but you needed some relief that you’ve survived this long. You don’t remember how the world ended up like this. You were on your way to work before something large jumped on a large bus and killed everyone in less than 5 minutes.
You were able to drive off with the amount of distractions. Studying these alien-hybrids, they were sensitive with hearing. They could hear you from miles. The slightest squeak from a mouse, that mouse will not be alive. You claimed to have seen 3 roam around the area. Who knew if there were more outside of this country or the state.
You had no idea how to get rid of them, you just learned not to make a sound.
No sign of people were found in the area. You were scared to be the only one. It was almost making you insane.
Walking barefoot was something you had to do, in order to keep quiet. Your feet were torn up and dried. They were sore all the time from walking to find shelter and food. The town was not raided much since everyone had been murdered. You feared you might make the wrong step and get yourself killed.
You couldn’t bother calling anyone you knew. The towers were shut off and if you had the chance to, they would get killed by those things. You figured to leave Massachusetts to find people around. Someone outside of the state, find better shelter.
And that’s what you were doing at this moment. Searching stores to find band aids, medicine and food. You found cans and slipped them into your bag. You had no idea how to open them without making a sound. Put a cloth over them was an idea to open it without a sound but you needed more things. Slowly you slipped the items in your bag and made sure they never made a sound even if you moved.
After raiding the store, you stepped out and made your way down the road. Passing by the courthouse that was torn from the outside. The front doors were ripped open from something trying to get in. You never saw signs of people who died. The creatures didn’t seem to leave a single part. You kept walking for the next hour, seeing the sun get lower than ever.
You needed to find a nearby neighborhood fast and get to an open door. You came across a small neighborhood and began to search the homes. You tried to open the doors softly to not make a sound. Most of the doors were locked and you needed to hurry. You came across a home that looked open. The driveway was some way to hide and find a way in quietly.
You made your way up to the driveway and heard low growling behind but it sounded a ways down the street. You turn back to see a flash of dark before a hand comes over your mouth and the force pulls you back into the side of the house.
You hear the growl and you shut up, you’re frozen in whoever’s arms you were in. The man looks over your shoulder and removes his hand from your mouth and held his index finger to his lips. Be quiet.
The creature walks down the street, its low growls rumbled in your ears like a motor from a exotic car or a large lion in a cage in hunger. Though it couldn’t see you, you were frozen under the man’s touch. His blue eyes stare at you and he slowly stands up and softly pulls you up, guiding you behind the house. He looked behind to make sure the monster was occupied with a snap of a twig down the street.
He guided you into the home and he lets you go, turning to close the door and gently clicked it closed. He turns to you and his brows raise up at you and his head tilts down. You okay?
You nod once. I’m fine. His hands raises up and you noticed his fingers twitched in signs. His brows still raised, “I’m Andrew. I’m not going to hurt you.” His hand reaches out to somewhat give you a gentle sign of ‘I’m calm and I’m friendly’. You understood Sign Language. It was something you learned in high school. Your hands lifted up and your hands bent to sign.
“I’m Y/N.”
He grins softly and raises his hands up again, his index fingers coming together. “Nice to meet you.” You look down to see his forearm. The vibrant color of red was oozing down his arm and your face drops in worry. Then your hands lift up, “You’re hurt.”
The man follows suit of your gaze and turns away to find something to wrap it. You instantly grab his arm to stop him and you slid off your bag. “Let me help you.” You sat him down on the couch and you dug through your bag and he peered inside to see the amount of medication, cans of food and supplies that were needed in his own space.
He had gone out almost every day. Never saw someone or animals. You came in like God had sent you down. He wasn’t a man of prayer, but since this whole thing came down, he started to. You were like an angel. An angel in disguise of dirtied clothes and he knew you would have a voice like no other. When you touched his arm, he winced and grabbed your wrist to stop you. He shook his head.
Not here.
He knew a place and took your hand, guiding you into the other room. A door that might lead to a closet. But when he opens it slowly, his arm was dripping with blood, a new blood vessel bothered by your own touch and covered the dried blood from a week ago. You look down to see the basement stairs and he stepped down carefully and you followed with your bag in hand.
He motions you to close the door and so you did. The door was covered with foam, even the walls. The foam were all dirtied and probably ripped from the mattresses or things he found outside.
The room was completely covered in foam and you placed your bag on the table. Firefly lights were all around and even a radio was near where your bag was placed. You reached for it and saw the stations.
“I tried to listen for people-” You turned around and held your hand up to stop him, your eyes widen in fear by his voice. You held your other hand to your lips. His reaction was calm and he pulled his hand up to you. “Relax. Nothing can hear us down here. The foam.” You look around the room to hear anything above you two. Nothing heavy or loud growls.
Your breathing was so heavy, it was the only thing you could hear. “As I was saying. The radio is damaged but I was able to fix parts of it and I tried every station. I couldn’t hear anyone. I even tried the departments. Military,” He says. Your gaze follows the walls and your hand grazes the edge of the table.
“Is there anyone else with you?” You asked quietly as if you weren’t confident and brave enough to speak even if he told you it was okay to. His face told you the story already with the frozen look, you could see he was reliving the whole event in his mind. “No. I lost my son in a coma a year ago. My wife was killed later on.”
“Did it get her?” You ask another.
His eyes turned away and his chest rises to take in the thin humid air of the basement. You see the blood drip down his arm and you grab your bag. “Here.” You take your bag in hand and helped him to the chair, “Sit down.” He follows your order and sat in front of you.
“This might hurt,” You say to him. He doesn’t say anything as he watches you pull his sleeve back. A large gash in his arm, you couldn’t help but wince at the scene. “What happened?” You asked, grabbing the belt from the bag and wrapped it around his arm.
“I was in town, looking for-” You cut him off when you tighten the belt above his gash to stop the bleeding. He groans in pain. “Fuck!” He hisses. You cringe to the sight of blood gushes out. You pull something out of your bag and held it up. “Bite on this. You’re not going to feel pleasant for this.” You pull out a bottle of alcohol and he grits his teeth. “Jesus Christ.” He puts the item between his teeth and he cranes his neck back to not look down. He looks back down out of fear just as you poured it onto the wound and he shouts in pain, his other hand slamming onto the armrest.
“Are you a doctor?” He asks, after spitting out the object in his mouth. His chest heaves up and down. Your brows furrowed into a focusing stare, “Medical Academy in high school. Felt like Dr. Meredith Grey in Grey’s Anatomy.” Andrew chuckles, breathlessly till you cut him off again by adding your skills onto his wound. You stitched it up, patched it and wrapped it tight but enough to let the blood flow through his body again.
“Try not to use it,” You warn nonchalantly. He nods once and rolls his bloodied sleeve down, “I’ll try not to.” You were calm around him throughout the rest of the day. The creature didn’t seem to roam the neighborhood but he had been staying in the basement ever since.
“I guess I tend to snore very loud,” He jokes, making you smile at the least. The first night you stayed with him, it wasn’t too uncomfortable. You believed it was the best sleep you’ve had for a long time. You never worried about how loud you were. Your brain was the loudest of it all. It made so much noise of static, you tossed and turned.
It was Day 304. Almost two weeks with Andrew had never been more comforting than it was alone. Without a doubt, you felt his hand come to contact with your back. But in your head you didn’t think of it. You were sure your mind was making up some kind of comfort. But it was Andrew.
That morning you were packing your things in your backpack. Andrew shift awake and saw you. “Where you going?” He asks with what was his hoarse voice. Your backpack swung on your shoulders and you paused for a beat. “I need to go. Look for supplies for your arm.”
His eyes glance at his arm that was seeping a bit with his blood so the man grunts, sitting up. “His head hung, “If you’re going I’m coming with you.”
There was no reason to argue with him. Even if you did, it would be you two quietly arguing back and forth. You waited for him to get himself ready. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you noticed how dirty his shirt was covered in. The sweat collecting on his forehead already from the basement heat. He nods to encourage you both to head up and officially become silent as a mouse.
Andrew was the first to step out into the neighborhood. He made sure nothing was around and he held his hand out to motion you forward. Once you met at his side, his hands lifted up, brows raised up. “Town is down the street. Might be a good idea to go.” You nodded on where he pointed.
He points again, “Cold Spring Park is not far.” He motions you to follow him and so you did. You both were barefoot. Feet dirtied, bruised and cut from the journeys you took to get yourself here. His weren’t as bad as yours. You both walked onto a trail with the large sign, Cold Spring Park. You weren’t familiar with it but Andrew always made eye contact with the creek in the park.
The trail ended and there were schools, homes and supermarkets. Cars were impacted either with each other or into poles and stores. Andrew’s eyes were squinted to look upon the street ahead. It was silent. You held tightly onto your backpack straps and felt his hand latch onto your shoulder and pointed to the open store. You both walked over there and he points to the shattered glass. Watch your step.
He was the first to enter through the shattered window and he turns to you, holding his hand out for you. You took his hand and watched your step as he somewhat carried you in. You both took foot into the store and saw a bit of what remained in the store. Andrew glances over to you and points at one of the aisles. I’ll head down this one.
You nod at him and went your own way down the other. Searching what was left, you picked things up from the shelf and then checked their dates or read what they could do to help you and your partner. Canned foods were found along the shelves and they weren’t things you liked but they had to be something. Looking over the shelves, Andrew was not in your sight. Your brows furrowed, you couldn’t call out for his name. You watched your step as you tried to make your way to the end of the aisle.
Just as you got to the end, you jump to the sight of him almost lunging at you. Your breath was caught in your throat as he holds his hand up to you. Then he puts it to his chest in a fist, “Sorry.” The sincere look on his face was believable so you continued your way to the back of the store. Andrew makes his way to the back of the room, entering another room for employees only as you scanned the shelves of small debris and rotting food that were probably scavenged days ago.
You find more medical supplies that were remaining and then you felt Andrew tap your shoulder. You turned and your eyes look down to the large shotgun in his hands, your eyes widen and the pair look back up to him, shockingly. His head tilts and his face drops, shaking his head. You mouthed, “No.”
He turns you around so he could slip the shotgun into your bag, it stuck out of the bag but he managed to get it to fit. He then lifts up his hands, brows raised up to reason with you, “Not loaded. For our safety.”
Your hands lift up, brows furrowed in fear to show him how nervous you were, “How would it help?” Andrew pauses for a moment and your head tilts to the side. He sighs softly, “It will help. Trust me. There are still people out there.” You couldn’t argue further because he did have some points in his reasoning. You never saw people when you walked around town, but if you and Andrew were both still alive, there was a sign others would be out there.
And they don’t plan on trusting others on their team.
That day, the sun was slowly coming down. And Andrew insisted on taking the trail again, before you two went down that road, you looked into a car to find things. The doors were open, glass were all on the floor and on the chairs. Blood stained the seats and the keys still remained in the ignition. Andrew watched your back as you did this, you slowly opened the glovebox and found a small music player.
It was still in good condition. The earbuds were attached and you thought about it. You took them. It wasn’t useful, but it would be something to calm you in your sleep. Andrew never minded what you were doing and you walked back to the basement with him. It was quiet throughout your walk. Dumbfounded at yourself, you had to. You had to keep your thoughts of questions memorized throughout the walk back.
Caught a couple snap of twigs in the forest but they never triggered any other species around.
Andrew let you go first down the stairs and followed behind, closing the door. Once you both stood in the basement, Andrew goes for the shotgun first. You slightly gasped, “Be careful with that, Andrew.” He pauses for a moment and lays it on the table, “I will. Trust me. This could do us some good.”
“But it can draw attention.”
Andrew ignores your last comment and pulls the shells for the gun on the table. You continued to pull out the medical supplies, “I’m gonna need to replace your bandage,” You say. Andrew doesn’t fight you back to say I’m fine. He sits down and you put his arm in your lap and unraveled the bandage. “Andy.”
You peer up at him, his eyes watched your hands carefully till they meet yours. “Not many call me Andrew. If it’s better, you can call me Andy.” You grin softly and shook your head. “They’re both two syllables. Nothing too different about them.” Andy grins and watches as you peeled the used patch off, revealing the ruined skin.
Andy hissed a bit as you cleaned the blood around it, the skin that was stitched together was evident like a large vein. You cleaned it enough to finish it off by patching it again. “I would’ve died from bleeding or an infection if you weren’t here.” You grinned softly at that and lifted your head up at him. “I guess we’re both lucky.” His stare on you was longer than you expected.
Once you wrapped his arm, you looked up to him. His blue eyes searched for some spark in your eyes, shifting from your left to your right. Then when his eyes landed on your lips for a split second. You knew what was going to happen. Your head turns, inhaling softly, “We should head to bed.”
He didn’t show any signs of embarrassment. He could only nod and sigh, “Yeah. We should. We can go out. Look for some things out there. Useful to us.” He began to get comfortable on the one bed he had and shared with you. You two always stayed apart and you thought to ease your nightmares, toss and turns, you took out the music player you had.
Surely the creatures could not hear the music, you hoped it had good songs. Calming and safe songs. You got into bed and turned your back to Andy, facing the wall. You felt him pull the covers over you and turned away like you did. Back-to-back as usual. The heat in the basement wasn’t good for you. The music played and you slipped the buds into your ears and found the songs calming.
Your mind going to the places where this wasn’t happening. Where you had a nice family, friends and a good job. At that moment, you stayed up for hours, going over those memories. You sighed softly and turned onto your other side and your eyes opened slowly to see Andy facing you. His eyes were closed but he looked tensed like you were. Nervousness. Fear. His eyes opened to feel your gaze and he sees you looking at him for an answer. Neither of you had one.
You didn’t know what to say.
Roslyn by Bon Iver played on a loop. You took the idea and slipped one of the buds out of your ears and handed it to him. His eyes followed your hand and took it, not hesitating to put it in his ear, curiously wondering what you were listening to. Once he did, you could feel his shoulders relax in that moment. He sees your eyes close to listen to the soft music play in your ears. His grin softly lifted but it dropped slowly.
Eyes opening to look at him, his lips parted to say something. He felt more embarrassed to sit there dumbfounded till his body lifts up and your back turns to lay flat on the mattress as Andy head hovers over yours and his lips crash onto yours. The music still playing in your guys’ ears, you kissed back. His hand gently on your hip. His other arm resting near your head, your head tilts to deepen the kiss and Andy sighs on your lips when your hand tugs his jeans.
Day 315
The next weeks, you and Andy tried to stay alive. You cut your proportions on canned food. Shared a can a day. The markets here weren’t stocked as much as you two hoped. Your cans were stack on stack but they seem to get lower every week. It worried you but traveling around wasn’t much. When you do go out, Andy makes sure he grabs the shotgun, loaded.
Never once you ran into someone else. It would be some relief for someone to be alive but the fear of them being the enemy. Andy’s arm had began to heal, you made sure no infections were forming. It was a sign of relief. The creatures were never caught near you, yet. Not one of you had made the mistake of making noise.
Andy held the gun tightly to his chest like a man in war. He stood behind you at all times, keeping your back covered as he watched every turn. That endeavor between you and Andy. It became a usual thing. He became more protective than you expected. Nights where he made you forget at times. Nights where you both listened to music. Danced to the slow songs.
It was something you thought was official. Nowhere to turn. You both had nowhere to run off to. So why leave each other?
You see Andy point to the store, he puts the gun under his arm and his hands lift up, “I’ll be in there, wait here.” He goes in the small store and you looked around to see a car. The doors were all open. Making your way over to the vehicle, you searched every crevice. Newspapers. Keys. Toys. Junk food. You made your way to the passenger side and opened the glovebox.
Your eyes widen to see something heavy fall from the glovebox and you went to reach for it. And your foot steps on a toy.
“Let’s count to ten!” The toy cheerfully says.
Your heart drops.
“One…” You look around the street to not see anything come just yet.
“Two…” Your breathing is what you hear. Heart banging against your chest like a bass drum.
“Three…” You’re losing your own hearing, frozen on the spot. “Four…” Tears began to form your eyes. This is it. “Five…” This is it. “Six…”
This is how you’re going to die. “Seven…” You could hear the birds fly in the sky by something disturbing their rest in the trees. “Eight…” You feel someone pull you away. “Nine…” You hear a loud growl and your hearing comes back. “Ten!” Andy has your hand locked in his. He ducks when the creature crashes into the car where you were at and Andy shoves you to the side.
“Fantastic!” The toy shouts, leaving it off with a short melody and then stops. You’re 8 feet away from where Andy laid. Both of you stumbled on the ground and the creature’s head turns. The layers on its face peels open like scabs of its skin. The loud purring sound made you hold your breath. Andy has his gun pointed at the creature, ready to blow its head off.
You’re mentally screaming at him not to. You’ve seen the military take on these things on the news. Their armor is strong. He has no chance. Andy finally looks over to you and he sees you shake your head. His eyes are soft towards as his mouths his last words.
“Run.”
You turn back to the creature and see it walk towards Andy but doesn’t sense him yet. You’re panicking, mind thinking of a plan. Scream. Distract him from Andy. Throw something. You both have the chance. But no better route to escape from. The gun was an option but the armor was going to be a bad idea. Your eyes land on the car keys on the ground. You look over to Andy and he’s completely on his back, gun just a feet away from the creatures face. Its drool landing on Andy’s shirt and staining. He could smell the rot in its breath.
The rumbling sound of its purring felt like thunder. His grip tightens on the gun. Andy’s waiting to do it.
You grit your teeth.
That will not be your last word, Andy. You push the alarm button on the keys and the car alarm goes off. The creature’s skin lifts up to hear for a split second till Andy fires the shotgun. The creature lunges up and collapses to the side, legs twitching near Andy as he scoots back and you stop the car alarm. Andy stands up and runs over to you. Taking your arm, he drags you both to the alley way. You knew you drew in more of those things by the loud alarm sound.
Andy limping on his foot, he manages to get you guys back home without another scratch. His foot had been aching and you didn’t let him sit down once you got to the porch. You instantly brought him into a hug, letting out a huff of relief. His arm wraps around you securely as he grins softly.
You pull away and cup his cheek, eyes of worry. He nods with a soft grin. I’m okay. His hand comes up to your cheek, brushing the tear away from yours.
We’re okay.
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On Set - Drabble
(Gif to the owner is @forchrisevans )
Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Scene fighting
Summary: It’s your first film in the MCU and your next scene is with your best friend for 14 years, Chris Evans. Little did you both know, your fight would get you two into loving this film so far.
You hear the loud ring of the bell to get back on set. It was in the middle of spring and you were on set for the new movie, Captain America: The Winter Soldier. A friend of yours offered the part to you knowing this will change your life and be fun for the rest of the films.
You were already in your leather suit, gadgets on your hips and a Hydra logo on your chest.
The scene took place on the ship and that was just the beginning of the movie. Your first day on set, you were excited to be there. Chris, your friend of 14 years, was there in his Stealth suit. “Alright, where’s the choreographers?” You trained for this movie for months. Your stunts were all done by yourself and it was scary. Your stunt double was there in case you needed some time to relax.
Chris’ stunt double stood by as well for your fight.
“Let’s take it from the top.” You stood on the box that was a few feet up. Getting ready for your best entrance ever, Chris gave you a thumbs up and a grin, holding his shield as he stood off to the side. “Action!”
You jump down and rolled causing Chris to spun around towards you. You stood up swiftly. Chris stood in a strong stance, glaring at you. You lift up your leg and swung it towards him and he swings his body sideways before he halts. “Cut!”
You take a step back from Chris and you practiced a little bit of your fight. You got back into position and Chris loses the shield for the CGI to do the hard work. The director shouts action and you swing your leg just like last time and Chris backs up. You kick out your other leg and Chris falls on his knee but throws a punch to your side an inch away from impact and you react, stepping back.
You take out your prop gun and pointed it at him. His hand comes out and twists your wrist. Your director shouts, “bam!” to indicate the gun firing and you jerked the gun to imitate it’s reaction to a bullet and Chris stares at you wide-eye before knocking the gun out of your hand.
“Cut! Amazing guys!”
The next retakes were just different from before, the angles and the speed went up. It was time for your huge scene with Chris’ stunt double. They wanted some takes from the stunt double and see if Chris was able to handle it. This was your favorite scene here. “Action!” You swung your leg and the double dodges it and pushes forward.
You reach up to the bars above you and swung your legs up onto his shoulders. His face was in between your thighs and you leaned back to have the director yell cut. The double lets you off his shoulders, giving you a soft grin and saying good job. Chris’s double, you two have always practiced in the gym for these types of fights.
There were scenes where Chris knew he could do but the more riskier ones he couldn’t. I mean, you trusted him and his double to handle you on set with fight scenes. They were both big enough to handle you like a rag doll. You did ballet as a child and did martial arts in your high school years, so learning those things, you were able to do your own stunts.
You and the stunt double did the scene a couple times with different camera angles to give it the cinematic look. Chris stood off to the side with a wide grin on his face as you took your last take and the double helps you off his shoulders. Chris and the producers including the director clapped.
Your makeup artist came up to fix your hair and suit as Chris made his way over to you. “That was pretty cool. I think they’re gonna love this scene.” You grin happily and let out a sigh, “Too bad I’d like to test the fight with you.” Chris laughs and you saw his cheeks and ears go red slowly. “We’ll see about the other fights we’ll have. This film has me doing almost every scene on my own.”
You raise a brow at him and gave him a wink, following your assistant to your chair for a short break. Chris couldn’t help but think what the other fights held for you two. And he was happy to have you on set with him, finally.
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Cevans Dress Match
This is something I thought with a friend of mine ( @just-one-ordinary-fangirl looking at you)
This is what dress you’d wear beside your partner to these occasions, Chris Evans. If there are suits you want me to do that I’ve missed, let me know and I’ll see if I can add them!
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Suits of Choice
Oscars 2019
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Oscars 2017
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Knives Out Premiere 2019
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Golden Globe Awards 2020
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Avengers Endgame Premiere 2019
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W Magazine Party 2020
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The Winter Soldier Premiere 2014
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Avengers: Age of Ultron Premiere 2015
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Avengers: Endgame Premiere 2019
Shanghai
Can we just say, he looks good in blue.
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