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bidisasterevankinard · 14 days

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for the prompts can you do 1 and 8 I feel like they fit so good together

Nonnie, it's a little got way from me (1211 words) because I have strong Tommy feels so. here you are(I know it's not just fluff and I'm so sorry)

Sometimes there are days Tommy just doesn’t want to get up from the bed. It can be simply because he is exhausted after a long and hard shift or because it’s rainy, and cool wind, which walks all around, makes his bones and old wounds ache. Those days are pretty easy to get through. Just take it easy, take painkillers, make sure you’re warm and watch Love, Actually in bed with cocoa. Simple and comfy.

But they're also days when he can’t get out of bed, not because of a little pain, or at least it’s not because of physical pain. There are days in his life when his head attacks him with memories of the army, or bad calls, or all the years he was looking for someone to love him, and, most importantly, for a reason to love himself. Because there were more than enough days he was rough, rude and just simply awful to himself. And all this darkness around him forever found a place in his heart and head, mainly staying low, being overpowered by his self-growth and reasons he founds to love himself anyway, by hanging outs with Eddie, sometimes with Chim and even Hen, and of course, by dates and smiles of Evan.

Evan, this adorable dork, found the way to give him the sun to light his life enough that darkness is scared to get out. But it still is waiting for the moment when he will be too distracted and unprotected to hit again.

Like today.

Yesterday was … a lot. He accidentally met his mother on the market where he went to get some good groceries for the meal he was planning to cook for Evan to make him feel good after the shift. The literal bumping into each other near the vegetables quickly became a screaming match, mostly from his mother’s part, because Tommy way long before stopped to try to to prove that just because he likes men, doesn't mean he's a bad person, or son, or chose the wrong way. Eventually, he just ran away from there.

Then the dish he tried to make burned because he was too distracted crying in his bathroom. He had to order take out.

And then Evan texted him that he couldn't come tonight because they had a long and hard call, and the only thing he wanted was to fall into his bed.They changed plans from a little dinner together yesterday to spending all day together today.

Yesterday ended as awful as it was all day. The nightmare of one of his close calls made him sleep badly after, turning half the night in his bed, trying to get the best position for sleeping, but not succeeding for more than two hours.

So, here he is, miserable and alone in his bed, looking at the clock which shows him that Evan will be here in less than five minutes, but he is still in his bed, in his the most comfy, but really old hoodie and boxers.

Tommy kind of wishes Evan would text him now and rain check again, not wanting to drag the man into his mess, but of course as he thinks about this, Evan opens the door.

“Hey, sleepy beauty, I brought us coffee and your favorite burgers from this cafe you like so much,” Evan’s voice, as always sunny as his face and smile, spreads throughout the small house.

The sound of the sneakers being taken off, then steps to the, as Tommy suspects kitchen, as next he hears sounds of the plates taken out. Next he hears footsteps again and then his bedroom’s door is open, to reveal his boyfriend in his dark skin jeans and burgundy hoodie, Tommy pretty sure Evan was wearing during the tour.

“Hey,” Evan smiles at him, putting plates and coffee on his nightstand, and sits down near his face, putting his hand to stroke his hair.

Tommy will never admit he melts into the touch. But he melts and ready to purr like a kitten being pet.

“Are you having a blanket burrito day?”

“Blanket burrito day?”

“Yeah. I call the bad days, when I can’t get out of the bed because of my leg or because of bad mood, or both, ‘blanket burrito day’,” Evan kisses his forehead. “Are you having this today or you just want me to jump into your bed?” his boyfriend smirks and winks at him and Tommy smiles a little too.

He knows he can joke about that. Say that yes, it was his way to get Evan into his bed and maybe make out or even something more, but he doesn’t want something like that.

He needs someone to hold him. Just hold him and show him he’s not alone and it will get better.

“Can you hug me?” Tommy doesn't like how small his voice sounds and he hates how quick he folded looking at his boyfriend who with one glance knew he was having a bad day. “If-if it’s ok.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course it’s ok. I love cuddles,” Evan smiles at him, taking his jeans off and lying down behind him, putting his hands around his waist.

He makes sure Tommy can feel himself touching every part of Evan’s big body behind him and Tommy wants to cry from the feeling of being safe. Protected. Loved.

They stay like that for half an hour, not talking and Tommy breaks the silence, needing to know.

“You don’t ask questions. Why am I having a bad day? What happened?,” Tommy plays with Evan’s fingers on his waist, “Or you are not even trying to tell me to stop. You aren’t telling me to male up,” he whispers it but in silence and with how close they are he knows Evan hears him.

Hands on his waist only squeeze tighter and then he feels a careful little kiss on his neck.

“We all have bad days. Especially on our job, with everything we saw. It’s normal to have them and you deserve to let yourself be sad if you feel it without trying to move on. You deserve someone to take care of you. And the reason for your bad mood isn’t so important for me to find out, if you don’t want to talk right now. You can do it on your time. Just,” Evan turns them so he can look him in the eyes. Blue to blue. “Don’t push me away. I want to be here, with you not just on good days. I want bad days too. Because you can’t live without them. But,” Evan smiles at him and kisses him so chaste Tommy wants to cry, “you can be not alone. Especially on bad days. You can share the pain with your person, making the burden easy to bear.”

Tommy just nods and lets himself get comfortable in Evan’s hands, feeling how slumber takes over him because the warmth from Evan and his breath lull him into sleep.

“I’ll tell you after the sleep,” Tommy mumbles before falling asleep.

“Take your time, baby,” Tommy feels the kiss on his shoulder, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tommy knows it’s not the promise only about today.

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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A furry matchmaker

Title: A furry matchmaker

Square filled for @ultimatechrisbingo: Buying a house

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo: Meet cute

Summary: Before you met him, you met his dog.

Pairing: Alpha!Chris Evans x Omega!Reader, Dodger x Freckles

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,8 k

Warnings: a/b/o, rpf (we don’t mention he’s an actor, though), language, meet cute, mentions of a break-up, dog-napping, true mates, light smut, unprotected sex, mating, semi-public sex, scenting, possessive alpha, claiming, fluff, cuddling & snuggling

A/N: Before anyone complains, I’ll label this one lightly dub-con. Maybe there is a hint of manipulation too. 🤷‍♀️ (I can’t say more to not spoil the story so, read at your own risk.) 👈

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“No, Maria. I will not try to fix things with him,” you rub your tired eyes with one hand while angrily barking into your phone. “I left your unfaithful and lying son of a bitch of a brother for a reason. He chose to claim some girl he just met.”

When you finally end the call to unlock your hotel suite you groan audibly. You close your eyes for a moment, sighing deeply as you push the door open.

“Home sweet home. How I love to live out of my suitcase,” you slam the door shut behind you, huffing while dropping your bag and jacket to the floor.

“Another great day to forget about the douche I wasted three years of my life on,” you walk toward the bed, ready to just sleep the last months off when something catches your eye. “What? How’d you get in here?”

You are fairly sure your hotel suite did not include dogs. Now there is a boxer-mix rolling on its back and whining for attention.

“Boy, you are a cute little bastard, huh?” you carefully approach the dog, not wanting to get bitten as you trusted the furry beast too soon. You gently run your hand over his belly, making him purr for you, “aw, you’re a good boy too.”

He looks up at you, whining low as he seems to miss his owner. “So, tell me,” running your hand over its head you look for any sign of an injury, “how’d you get in here? Where is your owner? Did you get missing, sweetie?”

The dog rolls back on his belly to nuzzle your hand with his snout. “We should try to find them, don’t we?” you ask and the dog jumps off the bed to sit next to you, nuzzling your left calf this time. “Whoa, no getting grabby before the third date, sir,” you chuckle as the dog moves to your right side to sniff at your other calf. “Let’s go back to the lobby and look for your owner.”

“No, you don’t understand,” you are slowly losing your patience. “The dog is not my dog. I came back to my room, and he was lying on my bed. His name is Dodger according to the name tag, but there is no information to contact the owner. Maybe you could ask around if someone is staying at the hotel with a dog.”

“We do not allow dogs in here,” the concierge sneers while looking at Dodger sitting next to you. “Get that beast out.”

“Sir, I’m trying my best not to lose my patience,” cocking your head, eyes narrowed you growl at the unfriendly guy. “Dodger is not my dog. I found him in my room, on my bed. I need your help to find his owner. Now stop wasting my time and ask around if anyone lost their dog.”

“Ma’am, one last time,” you snarl at the concierge as Dodger lifts his eyes. He whines, and gets up, harshly tugging at the scarf you loosely wrapped around his neck to not lose the poor guy at the hotel.

“Whoa, wait big boy. Why the hurry,” Dodger guides you away from the unhelpful concierge and toward a tall alpha who is hiding his eyes behind sunglasses and his hair under a base cap.

You shriek as the tall alpha makes his way toward you and Dodger. The man grits his teeth, and you fear he’ll attack you.

Luckily, the dog sits next to you to nuzzle your calf again.

“Hey, is that your dog, Sir?” you point at Dodger. “I found the poor guy at my hotel suite. I got no clue how he got in there. The concierge told me dogs are not allowed in here. You should be more careful.”

“Dodger,” the man crouches down to run his large hands over Dodger’s fur. “How did you get in here, boy? I was turning around, and you were just gone.”

“Phew, good, it’s your dog,” removing the scarf around Dodger’s neck you sigh, relieved. “I feared I need to run around Boston to find his owner.”

“Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself,” the man gets up to hastily grasp for your hand. “I’m Chris, and you just found my dog. Thank you for not chasing him away.”

“Aw, how could I?” you crouch down to ruffle Dodger’s fur. “Be more careful, sweetie. Not everyone is a good person in this world. Stay close to your owner from now on.” Dodger jumps at you and takes the chance to lick your face all over. “Hey, not kissing before the second date, sir.”

“Sorry, he’s a little eager when it comes to pretty ladies,” Chris awkwardly holds out his hand to help you back up. “How can I pay you back?”

“Oh, it was nothing,” you wave his concerns off. “I’m glad I was able to get him back to you safely. If you would excuse me now, I need to take a shower and make some phone calls. I hope you don’t get lost again, Dodger. If so, at least get lost in my room again.”

Chris chuckles as you pat his dog’s head one last time. “How about I invite you for dinner?”

“No,” you already turn around to leave Chris behind. “I don’t want anything. All I wanted was to bring you your dog back. Is all…”

Dodger whines as you make your way back toward the reception to yell a little at the unfriendly concierge from earlier. “Dodger, did you follow her?” Chris looks down at his dog, sighing deeply. “I told you to not look for an omega for me.”

The next day you sit at a café, sighing as you go through your house-hunting memos. You still didn't find a new home.

“Another week at the hotel then,” you thumb through the papers. “All of these—hey!” you squeal as you feel a tongue lick over your calf. “What?”

“Sorry, my dog just ran off, and then—oh, it’s you again,” you look up to face Chris once again. “I guess he likes you very much.” He gives you a soft smile. “Dodger doesn’t want to leave your side.”

Chris points at his dog sitting next to you. Dodger places his head in your lap, whining to get your attention. “Hey, sweet boy. Did you miss me, or do you want more cuddles?”

“He likes you,” Chris says again. “I swear we did not follow you. I wanted to go for a walk with my dog, and then he just ran toward your table. I called his name, though.”

“Don’t worry,” you offer the free seat at your table to Chris. “He didn’t bug me. I love dogs. I had one not so long ago too. I lost her, though.”

“Lost her?” the alpha cocks his head to search your face. He frowns as a single tear runs down your cheek. “What happened, sugar?”

“My alpha,” as you ruffle Dodger’s fur, smiling down at the dog you miss Chris’s features darkened at the mention of your alpha, “or rather my former alpha took my dog with him. Law was on his side.” You sniffle now. “He bought Freckles; this means she belongs to him. I tried anything to get her back, though…”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Chris jumps up to place his large hand on your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have asked. Seeing Dodger must’ve opened old wounds.”

“Not so old wounds,” you give Chris a sad smile. “He left me for some other omega months ago. I left town and now I try to start anew in Boston.”

“Oh, that’s why you live at the hotel?” nodding silently you focus on Dodger again. “Do you want to rent or buy? A house or an apartment.”

“I don’t know yet,” you huff. “Maybe buying a house on my own is a bit odd, don’t you think?” He shrugs. “I don’t even have a dog.”

“If you want me to, I can lend you a hand. I helped my brother find a house too,” he offers now. “How about we meet up tomorrow again? This time we can make an appointment.” Chris grins now. “I can’t always let my dog run off to find you.”

“But that’s the best part of it, isn’t it?” both of you start to chuckle now. “Dodger seems to always know where to find me.”

“Shit, I don’t even know your name,” you grin up at Chris, giving him a wink. “What?”

“Well, Chris,” slowly running your hand over Dodger’s head you smile to yourself, “if you want to meet up with me again, you should find out my name first…”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” Chris stands in front of your hotel suite, grinning as he points at Dodger sitting next to him. “It was my hard work, not Dodger’s this time.”

“You bribed the concierge, didn’t you?” he tries to not give away that he did just that. “Aw, Dodger. Your daddy is a bad man. He cheated.”

“I did not, ma’am,” the alpha cockily retorts. “You never clarified the rules, Y/N. I gave you my name without missing a beat.”

“Still, you didn’t show me your eyes, hair, or told me your surname,” you step out of your room to crouch down and ruffle Dodger’s soft fur. “Hey, pretty dog. How are you today, my good boy?”

“He’s good. Fed. Clean. And he already made a huge—” you giggle as Chris bites his tongue to not tell you about his dog’s poop. “You know what I mean.”

You turn to get your jacket and bag, not missing the alpha sniffs in your direction. Chris purrs low in his throat as his eyes land on your untouched neck. There is no claiming mark, and he feels his alpha get even stronger.

“Get a hold on yourself. We can’t just pounce on her. Don’t let your instinct get the best out of you, Chris. We need to get to know her better, not mark her neck in a hurry,” he croons as you finally leave the room, and he gets a whiff of your scent.

“Can we?” you look at Chris, wondering why he grits his teeth.

“No, that’s not for me,” you sigh, rubbing your hands over your thighs. The first house Chris wanted to show you is more like a mansion and not a house. “Too big; too expensive.”

“We could still have a look around,” he offers. “Only to see what you do not want, Y/N. Let’s highjack the open house.” You chuckle at his boyish grin. “We can pretend that we are freshly married and want to have a house full of kids.”

“I don’t know,” glancing at Dodger on your lap you wonder if you should be in a stranger’s car after knowing him for like two days. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Omega, let us have a look around the house,” you shiver at his commanding tone. There is something in his steel-blue eyes when he looks at you in the passenger seat. “Come on. It won’t hurt to have a look around.”

How you ended up pressed against the wall of an empty house, Chris buried deep inside of your cunt and his hands all over your body will be forever a mystery to you.

One moment he unlocked the door to the house for sale to have a look around the empty house, and the next, you felt yourself grow wetter and Chris’s scent gets stronger.

“So tight for me,” he grunts with every deep thrust. Shit, you never did something like this before. You barely know the man rutting into you, still, you beg and whine for more. “I’m gonna make this cunt mine. You will be mine and a good baby mama for my dog.”

“Fuck, we forgot Dodger,” you rake your nails down his back, hoping to get Chris out of his instinct-driven state. “Chris, we need to look for your dog.”

“He’s sleeping in one of the rooms,” he moves a little faster, chasing his end to fill you up and knot you, just like his alpha demands. “I need you to cum for me, omega,” his face is buried in your neck, and his teeth are dangerously close to your claiming mark. “Fuck, I can feel your little cunt squeeze me. Come on, let go.”

“Y-you can’t knot me,” it’s a whimpered plea. “What if other people come here to have a look around the house?”

“It’s mine,” he wraps his arms tightly around your trembling body and all you can do is feel your pussy clench around his expanding shaft. “I bought the house a month ago. Just needed a sweet omega to share with.”

“OH GOD!” your body greedily opens up for his swelling knot while your mind is fighting to keep up with what is happening. “You tricked me?”

“I scented you a week ago, at the park. I lost your scent, omega,” he purrs against your neck as the tip of his knot presses against your cervix. “Dodger found you again, but I tried to stay away…he wouldn’t stop whining and I had to find you again.”

You’re panting, hands clawing at his back to ground your omega, to calm her and feel the alpha is safe.

“Why did you lie?” Chris gives you one last thrust, inhaling sharply as your scent gets even stronger. “Chris?”

“You’re mine and you told me about that alpha,” his teeth graze your mating gland again, and again until you purr for him. “I had to make you mine before he comes back.”

His teeth sink into your neck the moment his hot cum shoots into your womb. You struggle to breathe, feel or think at first and then, everything is crashing down on you.

The alpha fills your senses, your mind, and your soul. He gives you a piece of himself and takes a tiny piece of you in return.

“Alpha,” he croons against the mark he left, whimpering as you wrap your arms tighter around him.

“Omega,” Chris kisses your neck softly. “My omega, my mate…my true mate.”

“There is already a bed, and a dog bed,” you huff as Chris carries you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “Wait, are those my suitcases?” glancing at your luggage your realize Chris planned to make you his omega all along.

Honestly, you don’t know if you should get mad or tell your heart it can keep on fluttering.

“Uh—I kinda had hoped that you’ll … shit,” he carefully places you onto the queen-sized bed, “I wanted to ask you out and tell you that you are my true mate. All those suppressants confused your omega. I just…I lost control and had to mate you.”

“Lost control, Evans?” you growl. “You dragged me into the house and kissed me breathless! I didn’t get the chance to think straight with your scent, and musk and taste and those fucking muscles…”

“Sorry?” he gives you puppy dog eyes. “My dad warned me that meeting your true mate is intense and that alphas can lose control…” Chris covers your body with a blanket and runs his hand over your hair. “The mark, it’s a good one. I—did well…right?”

“I don’t know yet,” you’re still a little confused. It’s not that you don’t find Chris attractive, and the pull toward the alpha is so strong you can barely think straight, still, you barely know the man who just claimed you.

“Chris, what are you doing?” you bite your nails as your alpha of three months runs toward his car. He chuckles as you jump out of his car to watch him carry Freckles toward the car while Dodger, his partner in crimes, runs next to him. “Fuck, did you steal my dog?”

“You said you miss Freckles, now you got her,” opening the door to the backseat you sigh deeply. “Don’t worry, sugar. The bastard wasn’t at home. I wore gloves and opened the gate. He’ll think the dog ran or something. We should drive back home now.”

“You’re crazy,” you laugh as Chris grins wolfishly. “You just dog-napped Freckles.”

“Hey, it’s not dognapping if the dog wants to come with you. Dodger impressed your girl,” Dodger jumps onto the backseat, expectantly looking at Chris. “Yeah, I got it. You got me a girl, now I got you one too…”

“Aw, look at them,” Chris and you watch Dodger purr and croon for your dog. Freckles barely lifts her head. She plays hard to get but glances at the boxer-mix whenever he runs away to get a new toy for your dog. “They are going to have cute pups.”

“She won’t have pups so soon,” you tut but smile softly when Dodger lies next to your dog. “What if my ex comes here to get her?”

“She’s Dodger’s mate now,” Chris brings you onto his lap and helps you get comfortable. “I will fight him with all I’ve got to keep her here. She was outside in the cold while it was raining. He’s an awful alpha and an even worse dog owner. He can eat shit…”

You relax in your alpha’s embrace, giving in to your instinct and letting your omega relax. It’s not that you didn’t give him hell after he claimed you months ago.

“You know, you still owe me a first date. I hope you don’t think I’ll let you get away with it…”

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capsiclecevans · 3 years

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homesickness

Warnings: homesickness mention and mention of the global pandemic and lockdowns

Summary: request from an anon: ‘You and Chris have been dating for a year, but you live in a different state, so you bite the bullet and leave your job and family and move to Boston. You start to get homesick with the holidays coming up, and you feel nothing in the home you now share is yours. Chris noticed that you are acting different, so you tell him through sobbing tears how sad you are. Maybe he even lets you get a cat?’

Word Count: 1,244

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

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Christmas. Your favourite time of the year, usually. This year was a little different though, this year you weren’t going to be spending it with your family. You had bit the bullet and moved across the country to be with your boyfriend. Chris. Chris and his dog, Dodger. You had left your entire life behind, family, friends, your job. When you first moved in it was the best decision you had ever made, you were able to spend every day and night with your favourite person, your boyfriend. But as the months passed and the global pandemic raging as the festive season drew closer, you couldn’t help but feel more alone than you ever have before in your life. You wouldn’t be able to go home, with Chris in tow, to see your family for the week after Christmas, and they wouldn’t be able to come to you either. It had brought your spirits right down, especially with the year that has just happened, you didn’t know how to feel, or even tell Chris.

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You frown a little as you look round the decorated living room quietly, pulling the blanket closer to you to get rid of the chill that you was feeling creeping in, not because of how cold it was in Boston but it was this chill was because of how quiet it was round the house. Chris had popped out to do some last minute Christmas shopping and left you with Dodger as company.

Usually a few days before Christmas your family would all converge at your parent’s house for the holidays, laughter and noise would fill the house.

But this isn’t a normal year. Or a normal Christmas. 2020 sucked. The whole pandemic fucking sucked. You missed your whole family and you haven’t been able to see them since you moved to Boston to live with Chris.

Tears fill your eyes as you look at the bookshelf, trying to make out your things but you couldn’t. The house that you now share with Chris didn’t feel homely to you. It was too big, too quiet and you knew that it would break Chris’ heart if you told him how you actually feel.

Dodger rests his head on your knee, knowing that you were upset, trying to comfort you before Chris came home. You smile a little and pet his head quietly.

“I’m sorry Dodge…I just feel so lonely…” You whisper to the pup, unbeknownst to you that Chris has just arrived home and could hear you from the doorway.

He frowns to himself as he watches you, noticing the tears that have stained your cheeks and sets the shopping bags down. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks softly, not wanting to startle you too much.

You jump and turn to him before shaking your head, looking back down at Dodger who was yet to go and greet Chris. “It’s not a big deal…”

Chris sits next to you and pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back slowly. “It is a big deal, I want you to feel at home here, I know it was tough for you to leave your entire life behind for me…”

You sob gently and nods slowly before burying your face into his cable knit sweater, his scent overwhelming your scenes as you can’t help but let the tears fall. “I just, I miss them so much, even though we now share this house, it doesn’t feel like home. I don’t think it helped with the pandemic and that we are unable to really see anyone else…but it has been really hard on my mental health Chris…”

You feel him press a soft kiss into your hair, something that has always calmed you down when you were upset. But, instead of calming you down, it made you feel worse, guilty that you were feeling like this when it should be the most joyous time of the year. Add the fact that it would be the first Christmas you and Chris spend together in your own house, not either of your parent’s houses. You should be making new memories and new traditions, not crying over something so small.

“Here’s what we are going to do tonight…” Chris whispers to you, rubbing your back in soothing circles, kissing your temple to ensure that you are listening to him. “I am going to run us a bubble bath and then we are going to get into our pyjamas and then, we are going to FaceTime your parents, have a catch up with them, then we will watch a movie with some hot chocolate and cookies…”

You can’t help but smile a little at Chris’ plans for you both and his willingness to FaceTime your parents for you. But the feeling of being lonely still lingers even though Chris has been able to cheer you up a little.

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A few days after you told Chris how you really felt and that you were lonely and homesick, he arrived home early from his meetings. Dodger goes to greet him excitedly as you follow Dodger, smiling at him a little. Chris could see that even though you had told him what was wrong it would take some time for you to be back to your normal self again.

“You’re home early…” You say a little confused as you stop by the kitchen doorway, watching Chris a little confused. You notice that he is holding a small bundle in his arms as he tries to unzip his jacket with one arm and with Dodger jump up at him. “Dodge, come on, let Daddy come in properly…” You tell the pup and he sulks off to his bed quietly, head down and tail limp.

“I am, and I have an early Christmas present for you…” He says and walks over to you, placing the small bundle of fur in your arms carefully, trying not to startle the small ginger furred kitten he was holding.

You gasp and looks at the kitten in shock before tearing up, holding her close to your chest as she nuzzles into your warmth. “Chris…” You mumble and a genuine smile gracing your lips for the first time in a long time. “She is gorgeous…”

“I remember you told me that you used to have a cat when you were younger, so I thought…I have Dodger as my companion and you could have this little one as yours…” He explains and sets the bag of the kitten’s belongings down so he can start putting them in the right places with Dodger’s equivalents.

You watch Chris a little overwhelmed before leaning down to kiss your kitten’s fur as she purrs up at you. “Welcome to the family little one, I think I am going to call you Ginger, to match your fur…” You say softly and smiles as she looks up at you curiously with her large eyes.

Chris smiles as he watches you, biting his lip as he knows that getting you a kitten wasn’t the complete solution to curb your loneliness and crush it, but it was a start and he couldn’t wait till the pandemic would lighten up so he could fly your entire family out here for you. To make you smile. Because that is all Chris ever wanted, to see you smile and know that he has done everything he could to make you happy.

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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All I Want (1/4)

Request: I would honestly be happy with anything you write! Maybe a slow burn with Sirius x Reader where their relationship is kind of like lily x James and Hermione x Ron idk 😂 I’m not really sure aaaaaah

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

Part Summary: Y/N and Sirius are in a FWB situation but they’ve also been best friends since First Year. When the Spring Ball rolls around, things get interesting, but they always are with these two.

A/N: sorry this took ages to get out! Hope you like it! X

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Sirius

While James and I walk to potions, he continues to nag me about the upcoming dance. He acts as if I can’t ask a girl out. I have it all planned: don’t worry about it until the day before.

“You need a date,” James warns.

“Well that’s easy,” I dismiss

“That’s true, he could ask a Slytherin and even she would consider it,” Remus remarks, appearing on my other side.

“No, I already have someone in mind,” I correct with a smug expression.

“Who?” James presses.

Right on cue, my favorite girl appears down the hall with Evans. Merlin, she is utterly perfect. Her perfect hair, skin, walk, smile.

“Y/N! Morning,” I greet as the boys and I approach the duo.

“Good afternoon,” she smiles, already giving me her full attention.

“Ooh, makes sense,” James notes, finally piecing together who I plan on asking.

“Y/N/N, I have a proposition for you.” I place my palm to the small of her back to guide her away from the group.

“Oh no,” she expresses a tad worriedly.

“It’s nothing bad!” I defend with a chuckle, though her reaction is fair considering the amount of trouble I've gotten her into over the years.

“You said that last time and last time I got covered in poison ivy!" She reminds.

“The Spring Ball,” I state.

“Yes?” She inquires with a raised brow.

I can feel the eyes of James and my other friends from a few feet away. Their frequent murmuring is hard to ignore.

“Go with me,” I request to Y/N plainly.

“Mmm," she thinks it over a moment. "Nope."

Wait, what?

“And why not?” I frown.

“Because,” she shrugs and starts back toward our friends.

I grab her wrist, bringing her to a halt. “Is this because of the dragon joke? I told you I was kidding!”

“Nope,” she replies purposefully vague.

I release her wrist and she strolls back to our friends. I look to Evans for answers and she shrugs.

“I know nothing,” she tells me as Y/N locks arms with her before walking off.

I'm left surrounded by my fellow Marauders, watching in awe as my girl, my girl walks away from me.

"What the bloody hell just happened?" I ask to answer who can answer.

James places his arm over my shoulders. "Dunno mate, guess she's not so much "your's" as you thought," he laughs.

"Oh really, huh?" I playfully shove my best friend in the chest to get off of me. "Well I think otherwise! I'll prove it too. By this weekend, Y/N will say yes."

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Y/N

For most of the afternoon, I hide away in the library to study for a potions exam. Lily is supposed to meet hereafter her class. If I didn't have Lily as my friend/free tutor, I don't know what I'd do.

"Hello, Love."

The sound of Sirius's voice interrupts my studying. Then, a pair of lips meet mine. The kiss feels almost taboo with its intensity in such a public setting. Nevertheless, I embrace the affection. Sirius is like a drug that I can't get enough of, that I can never satisfy.

He parts from me but lingers mere inches from my face.

"Hello to you too," I greet with a pleased grin.

"You look phenomenal," he compliments as he moves to sit beside me in Lily's seat.

"Sirius, that's-"

"Go with me!" He doesn't hesitate to ask me again.

"Nope," I answer, unfazed, as I return to my studies.

"Why not?!" Sirius whines, fussing like a young child.

"Because!" I laugh, isn't it obvious?

"Oh yes, that's a fair argument! Go on!" He mocks.

"This is an argument, I just don't feel like going!" I giggle, trying my best to focus on my school work.

When Sirius is around I never fail to get distracted.

"But everyone's going!" He drags out.

I close my book and face the jet black haired boy with similarly dark eyes. He's so pretty it's annoying.

"So if everyone jumped off a cliff you would too?" I raise a brow.

"If James did it, yeah," he shrugs nonchalantly.

"Oh, dear Merlin," I mutter under my breath as I face the table again.

Sirius shifts closer to me. I abruptly feel his warm hand glide up my thigh from the knee and I inhale sharply.

"So you'll shag me, but you won't go with me to a ball?" He purrs in my ear.

Sirius dangerously slips his fingers under the fabric of my skirt. I swallow hard, glancing over at Madame Pince as she sits behind her desk reading a book.

"You know, we're really breaking gender stereotypes right now," I laugh nervously as he continues his pursuit. "Usually, in a friends-with-benefits scenario, it's the girl who begs for more from the guy. Look at you being revolutionary!"

"Spring Ball, you and me, a bottle of firewhiskey, trip to the Astronomy Tower after," he smirks, rubbing his hand up and down my inner thigh.

"Sounds real romantic," I sass breathlessly, as I try to remain relaxed.

"Oh, you want romantic?" He raises a brow with a smirk. "I can make the Room of Requirement look real nice."

"Knowing the students of this school, I feel like you're not the only one with that idea," I insinuate jokingly.

He leans forward, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Y/N, sweet, kind, charming, beautiful...” He lowers his lips to my neck where he knows it'll make me squirm.

"Sirius," I mutter his name warningly as I keep a sharp eye on the librarian.

I bite down my lip and melt into the sensation of his soft lips on the base of my neck. He lifts his head to meet my gaze proudly.

"Y/N, will you please do me the honor of escorting you to the ball?" He grins.

"Ye-no," I nod slowly, pursing my lips.

"You're lucky you're so damn hot," he pecks my lips. "Otherwise I'd kill you."

"I'm so flattered," I tease the boy with a giggle.

"As you should be, Darling," he leans in again and kisses me. "I will convince you to go with me," he assures against my lips.

"Looking forward to it," I mumble.

"Okay, I have to go before I distract you further," he reluctantly pulls away. "I'll see you tonight!" He rises from his chair to head out.

"But I have-"

"Nope," he holds up his hands before I can decline. "You and me, us, Room of Requirement at seven sharp."

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill," I wave my hand dismissively as I prepare to return to my studies.

"Oh yes you do," he purrs and leans down to peck my lips with a smirk. "Bye, bye, Baby."

"Later," I wave goodbye to my friend.

As the boy strolls out of the library, he salutes Madame Pince. "Madame, always a pleasure."

I snicker quietly to myself, and as though he could hear me, Sirius turns around and sends me a wink.

It's almost ironic that he's named after a star considering that's exactly what he is, he's a bright, unique, light. I look at him and music plays in my head. Is there something wrong with me? Sirius and I have been best friends since First Year. Five years later and we're a little more than friends, but not dating. It all started during our Fourth Year, Halloween night. We both got drunk at the Gryffindor party and well... one can guess. Ever since then, we've acted as though we're dating, but neither of us has said it out loud. Sirius and I have hooked up with random people since then to keep it casual as we agreed. Yet, in the last year, we've both stopped. Neither he nor I have mentioned that fact. I'm just assuming he has hooked up with other girls and hasn't told me or he has his eyes on someone but is waiting. I've tried to conjure up the emotion to show interest in another boy, but I haven't felt anything toward anyone except Sirius in the last two years. Drunken hookups have happened, but they don't mean anything. With Sirius, it's not supposed to mean anything either, yet it feels different. It feels right if that makes sense. It's comfortable yet never boring, nothing about us is boring. I'm not sure what I want or what to make of it. All I know is I'm more comfortable where I am than where I would be if this were to end. I rather be his 'something' than nothing.

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falcqns · 3 years

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Adore You

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: 3 times Chris tries to tell you he loves you, and the 1 time he does.

Warnings: smut, angst, swearing, fluff

A/N: hope you enjoy!

Walk in your rainbow paradise Strawberry lipstick state of mind

He first realized he was in love with you the first time he hung out with you off set.

The rest of your co stars were going to be filming late except you two, so you invited him over for a movie night, to which he agreed.

You had run around before he arrived making sure your apartment was presentable before he arrived. You made a whole bunch of snack, including your moms hot dip, which was a favourite of everyone who tried it.

When the doorbell rang, you walked up to let him in, and greeted him.

“Hey!” You said, giving him a smile.

“Hey, thanks for having me,” He said, taking off his shoes.

“Well, if you hadn’t come over, I would have had a very boring night involving me, my cat, and Harry Potter,” You joked.

He took off his coat and hung it up. He looked around at your apartment as he followed you. You didn't have a very big apartment, but it looked very spacious, especially for Los Angeles.

It was open concept, the kitchen, dining and living room all connected with a hallway leading back to what he guessed was the bedroom and bathroom.

“You've got a pretty nice place here,” He mentioned, as you poured him a drink in the kitchen.

You chuckled. “Well, it’s super cheap, it’s in a nice spot, and I knew the girl who rented it before me, she just moved to Hawaii with her baby daughter.” You finished before taking a sip of your own drink, and leading Chris over to the couch.

Your faded calico cat, Rella, lifted her head up and meowed at the two of you, before climbing onto Chris.

“What’s her name?” He asked, as he pet her gently, and listened to her purr.

“Her names Rella, she’s my childhood cat. She’s getting older and my mom thought she’s be happier out here with me instead of home in Canada with my 3 loud siblings,” You said, watching as she got comfortable on his lap.

The two of you spent the rest of the night watching Harry Potter, and chatting, before Chris headed out around midnight with a promise of movie night being at his place.

As he hugged you goodbye, he knew he wanted to tell you how much he loved you.

I get so lost inside your eyes Would you believe it?

The first time he tried to confess his feelings, he messed up.

He was too scared to tell you face to face, so he settled on sending you a bouquet of flowers with a note confessing.

Which, he did, but he (stupidly) forgot to sign the card which would tell you it was from him until after it was sent and he couldn't cancel it.

So when you called him ecstatic about having a secret admirer, his heart hurt a little.

He was going to tell you it was him, but then you almost broke him in two with one sentence.

“I wonder if it’s from the man I’m in love with,” You asked, and his stomach dropped.

Of course you were in love with someone else. You were beautiful, strong, and an amazing actress. It only made sense, but it didn't hurt any less.

You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine

When you announced you had a boyfriend, he tried to tell you again, which obviously didn't work either.

Instead of just calmly telling you about his feelings, and acknowledging that he couldn't have you, he got angry.

He wasn't angry at the fact that you were taken, he was angry at who you were dating. “I cannot believe you're dating Noah Centeno of all people,” He said.

You crossed your arms. “What’s wrong with Noah? He’s a nice guy, and I like him.” You reasoned.

He scoffed and looked up from the carrots he was cutting. “You don’t love him.”

“I can see myself loving him,”

He dropped the knife, and braced his hands on the counter before lifting his head and looking at you.

“You should be dating someone you’re in love with, and who loves you back,” He said.

You slammed your glass on the counter top, and stood up.

“JUST BECAUSE I DON’T LOVE HIM NOW, DOESN’T MEAN I NEVER WILL!” You screamed. “WE’VE BEEN DATING A WEEK!”

“I DON’T CARE, Y/N! I’M TELLING YOU HE’S NOT GOOD FOR YOU, AND IT’S JUST GOING TO END BADLY!” He screamed right back at you.

“FUCK YOU! YOU SAY THAT ABOUT EVERY GUY I TAKE AN INTEREST IN AS IF IT’S ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS! I’M DONE WITH IT, CHRIS!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face as you turned away from him and grabbed your purse. You walked towards the door, and he came after you.

“Y/N, wait-” He started to say before you slammed the door in his face.

He turned away from the door to face Dodger.

“I fucked up bad, I know.” He said, and Dodger barked in agreement.

Honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you

Just as he’d suspected, your relationship crashed and sank to the bottom of the ocean quicker than the Titanic, but he didn’t find out until a drama news source got hold of the story, and announced it.

“Y/N Y/L/N and Noah Centeno are over,” The title read.

He knew he shouldn’t click on it, that he shouldn’t believe it. But, as he scrolled further, he saw a post from you confirming the breakup.

‘I hate to have to make this post, but certain organizations have somehow gotten ahold of the news, and there’s no denying it. Noah and I have decided to end our relationship. I will not go into details about what happened between us in this post, but it’s not hard to figure out what happened if you google it. I have no ill feelings towards Noah, sometimes things just don’t work out. We had a great time together, and I will always be grateful for him.’ The post read.

He scrolled back up and clicked on the article. He lightly skimmed through it, before a sentence caught his eye.

‘Sources are reporting that the relationship ended when Centeno was spotted kissing another woman in a Las Vegas night club, when Y/N was at home in Canada visiting family.’

That mother fucker.

He dialled your number and tried to call you, but you didn't answer, so he decided to text you instead.

‘Hey, Y/N. I just saw your post about you and Noah and I wanted to saw that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for a lot of things that I won't mention over text, but I’m mainly sorry for what that asshole did to you. I’m here for you if you need anything, just let me know,” The message read. Sure, he had thought about telling you how he felt in that message, but he knew it wasn't the right time.

He sent the message, and you responded less than a minute later.

‘Why do you care? You got what you wanted, him out of my life. You were right, so I don’t know why you're even pretending to care.’

That hurt, he thought to himself, before putting his phone down. You were right of course. He was a complete asshole to you, so why was he pretending he cared, when he obviously didn't. He had gotten what he wanted, shouldn't he be happy?

Because you were hurting, that’s why.

Your wonder under summer skies (summer skies) Brown skin and lemon over ice Would you believe it?

He woke up the next morning, and decided that enough was enough, and he needed to tell you.

You hadn’t answered him all week, and he was getting annoyed. He wanted to talk to you, and sort shit out, but it’s kind of hard for him to do that when you refuse to talk to him, so he called Adrianne Palicki.

You were a part of the cast of The Orville, and Adrianne was one of your best friends.

“Hello?” She said as she answered.

“Hey, it’s Chris,” He said.

“Hey, what’s up,” she responded.

“Well, I was wondering if you could convince Y/N to talk to me,” he pleaded.

Adrianne sighed, before continuing. “I don’t know Chris, she’s pretty mad at you. I mean she refuses to even watch Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. any more, she’s so mad at you,”

He ran his hands through his hair as he spoke again. “I know. I messed up bad. I just- I’m in love with her, and I let my feelings get the best of me, and I want to make it right. I just need you to get her to talk to me,”

“Alright, I’ll talk to her. What do you want me to tell her?” Adrianne asked.

“J-Just tell her to come to my place Saturday at 8, and I’ll explain everything.”

“Kay, I’ll tell her. But Evans, if you hurt her, I think I still have my Mockingbird batons around here somewhere,” She threatened, and Chris chuckled.

“You got it,” He said before hanging up.

You had no idea how you had managed to let Adrianne talk you into this. I mean, you were still mad at Chris, and didn't see that ending anytime soon, yet here you were. Standing at his doorstep, at 7:55 on Saturday night.

You knocked, and heard Dodger barking before the door opened to reveal Chris.

“Hey,” He said, giving you a smile.

“Why am I here?” You stated, plainly.

He gestured you to come in, and you followed him. You took your shoes off, and followed him into the kitchen before you were attacked by Dodger.

“Hey, buddy! I missed you!” You exclaimed.

“Well, he’s not the only one,” Chris said, before handing you a drink as you stood up.

“Are you going to tell me why I’m here?” You said.

Chris sighed, before getting straight to the point.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted, and for what I said. It was stupid, and I let my personal feelings get in the way of our friendship. I really am sorry,” he said, looking you deeply in the eyes.

Your eyebrows scrunched.

“You’re personal feelings? What does that mean?”

He cleared his throat before confessing.

“You remember that bouquet of flowers you got from your ‘secret admirer’?”

You nodded. “Yeah...”

He looked up at you. “That was from me,” He said, looking down at his feet.

He heard the sound of you putting your glass on the counter, and he looked up just in time to see you walk up to him, grab his face, and press your lips to his.

He put his glass down, and wrapped his arms around you, before lifting you up and onto the counter.

A few moments later, he broke the kiss, and looked you in the eyes.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You asked, resting your forehead against his.

“I was scared. It’s a stupid excuse, but that’s it.” He responded, before kissing you again.

You don't have to say you love me I just wanna tell you something Lately you've been on my mind

Less than a minute later your back was pressed against the sheets of his bed, with his lips still on yours.

His lips left yours to trail down your neck, his beard tickling you sensitive skin there.

Chris ran his hand down your sundress clad body, and gripped your left leg, bringing it over his hip.

You moaned at the feeling of his jean covered hard on against your core.

You brought your hands up and around his neck. He pushed his tongue into your mouth as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

He disconnected his lips from your skin, and looked you in the eye.

“You want this?” He mumbled out, and you nodded. He sat up on his knees and fumbled with the buttons on the front of your dress. He struggled for a few more moments before he gave up.

“I can’t get it,” He groaned, and you giggled.

You sat up and quickly undid them. Chris watched you for a few moments before he began stripping himself. Your dress was thrown on the floor, followed by his shirt and jeans moments later, before his mouth attacked yours once more.

You moaned out when he moved his mouth from your mouth to your chest. His hands trailed up from your hips, to your back to undo your bra, which he did successfully.

He threw his head back and moaned at the sight of your uncovered breasts, before pressing kisses to them.

You ran your fingers through his hair as his mouth moved lower.

He stopped just below your belly button, and his fingers looped into your underwear, before pulling them down.

He made eye contact with you, before lifting your left leg over his right shoulder, and diving into you. His tongue swiped over your clit twice, befarepressing into your entrance.

You cried out, and tugged on his hair.

“C-Chris, please,” You begged.

He removed his mouth from you to smirk in your direction.

“Yes, my love?”

You groaned, and tugged on his hair again. “Get up here, and fuck me,”

He chuckled, but did as you asked. He sat up and tugged off his own underwear.

He spread your legs again, before gripping his own hard cock, and lining himself up with your entrance.

“Not my fault you taste like fucking heaven, baby,” He quipped.

You rolled your eyes, and then threw your head back as he began to push in.

He bottomed out, and hovered over you again.

“You ready?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Obviously,” You said, before Chris pulled out slightly, and then snapped his hips against yours.

You cried out, gripping his biceps while he set a quick pace in his hips.

Honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you

“I’ve wanted you like this for months, baby,” Chris growled out, snapping his hips against yours. “Ever since our first movie night, fuck.”

You moaned out. “I’ve wanted you like this since before we met,”

Chris bottomed out, and ground his hips against yours.

“Did he make you feel this good? Did he fill you like this?” Chris growled into your ear.

“N-No!” “Yeah, I’m the only one who makes you feel this good, right?”

You nodded, and moved your hips under his. “I’m close, Chris,” You whined.

“Me too, baby, me too. God, you kill me,” He moaned out. “How’d you manage to make me last barely 5 minutes inside you,”

He dropped his torso against yours, and grasped your face in his hands.

“I want you to look at me when you cum baby,” He moaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You nodded, and wrapped your arms around his torso as you were barrelling towards your high, as was he.

He moved his right hand from your face, and snaked it in between your bodies, his thumb coming to rub circles on your clit.

“C’mon, baby, let go all over me,” He moaned in your ear, and you were pushed over the edge.

You clamped down on. him, and he was pushed over as well.

Moments later, Chris collapsed against you, his head falling to your shoulder.

“I love you, too.” You whispered into his ear. “I realized I never told you.”

Chris chuckled. “We were a little busy, weren’t we?”

You giggled, before connecting your lips once again.

Oh, honey Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

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lahyene · 4 years

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A Hollywood Love Story.

Pairing: young!chris evans x reader

Summary: Making it in Hollywood is hard, and when you run into the up and coming Chris Evans at a party, you can’t help but be a little intrigued by the frat boy vibes he practically emanates. You never knew you’d actually fall in love with him while both of you climb the ladder to the top.

Themes: romance, fluff, alcohol, smoking

Word count: 2208

You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, your crop top barely covering your breasts and your shorts practically the size of underwear. As a girl must dress if she’s trying to make it big in Hollywood, being nothing but an Instagram model. Cigarette in your mouth, you take a drag and let the smoke blow out rather close to the face of the man who’s desperately trying to chat you up right now, but you couldn’t care less as your eyes wander the scene of this house party. You’re here to network, to find connections. If you can’t make this work, you’re going to have to move back home and that’s the last thing you want after being exposed to so much freedom.

You saw him the second you walked into this party. He hasn’t quite made it big yet, but he’s probably the most famous one here. Chris Evans. He’s appeared in a few movies, nothing blockbuster, though he’s very well known for his incredibly handsome features and well defined body. You’re sure the two of you have more in common than one would think, being seen more so for your appearance than your personality or talent. People assume you to be trashy and shallow, but they don’t realize that in this world, you have to come off that way in the beginning. No one’s going to wait around to get to know you or the level of depth you have. It’s all about your looks until you finally make it.

When you last saw him, he was on the couch with a girl on either side of him, taking turns making out with each. You’ve heard he’s quite the party boy, dabbling in drugs and alcohol, and practically drowning in female companionship. You thought he was dating Jessica Biel, but seeing his tongue shoved down this blonde’s throat as his hand snakes up the thigh of the brunette, you figure they’re not as committed or exclusive as they let on.

Quite honestly, you’re not interested in him in terms of networking. He isn’t going to do you any favors, he’s probably in a phase where he needs to look out for himself before anyone else. And you completely understand. It’s what Hollywood does to you-- makes you selfish, desperate, twisted. You know there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but damn, is it a long tunnel.

You’ve barely even realized the male in front of you is still talking. You’re about to shut him down when you see Chris enter the kitchen, without his little playthings, surprisingly enough. The two of you make eye contact. You don’t even have to try; you can already tell he’s intrigued. You aren’t sure whether that’s flattering or concerning. He seems like he’d be intrigued by a hobo, as long as said hobo were to have a vagina. He walks over to you with a gait of confidence, corner of his lips already tugging upwards. He steps in right next to the man, his presence shutting him up.

“Hey there. Haven’t seen you around here before. What’s your name, beautiful?”

You take another drag as you listen to him, your expression barely changing. This time, you turn your head to blow the smoke out before looking to him again. “Y/N.” You tap the cigarette in the ashtray next to you, arching an eyebrow. “And you’re Chris, if I’m not mistaken? It’s nice to meet you.”

“So you already know who I am.” He states, and you’re almost amused by that arrogant twinkle in his eyes. “It’s very nice to meet you too, Y/N.” The male standing next to him finally speaks up in annoyance, “Excuse me, I was in the middle of a conversation with-”

“It’s not a conversation if only one person is talking.” You cut him off, disposing of the cigarette entirely before handing him your empty cup. “Make yourself useful and toss this out for me, would you?” He scoffs incredulously but takes it, grumbling as he walks away. Chris looks at you with a grin, clucking his tongue. “Damn, baby girl. Ice cold. Not that I can blame you, you looked bored as fuck sitting over here.”

“Were you watching me?” you ask innocently, your voice silky as you gaze up at him. His eyes are gorgeous, you have to give him that. His whole face is, really. As much as you’d love to say that he’s overrated, you can’t. He’s handsome, and he knows it. “A little bit, yeah.” He admits shamelessly, glancing back to the spot where he was sitting on the couch, the area slightly visible from where you are in the kitchen. “Those little kittens over there are great and all, but… I dunno. Something about you is more appealing.” He looks back at you and smirks, continuing, “Probably the fact that everything about your beauty is natural.”

He’s right, but you imagine he probably says this to even the most Botox-ed of Hollywood women.

“Thank you.” You practically purr nonetheless with a small smirk. “Wanna step outside with me for a bit? It’s getting kind of hot in here.”

“Sure. Let me grab us a drink too. What do you want?”

“A beer’s fine, thanks.”

His eyes practically light up, his smirk growing wider. “Oh, yeah? Damn, I’ve never met a girl at one of these parties that drinks beer. Always complaining about how it’s going to make them fat or whatever.”

You shrugged nonchalantly as you slid down from the counter, tapping your lightly toned stomach. “Fast metabolism, I guess. Those fruity cocktails and shit have way too much sugar, I’d probably get less sick if I just drank rubbing alcohol. Beer’s good.”

He laughs and you can tell he’s already impressed. You feel strangely good about this. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll meet you out on the deck.”

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It’s a whirlwind of a romance.

You never thought this would happen to you. You constantly hear about celebrities getting together after knowing each other for ten seconds, getting married after dating for eleven. You’d scoff at the thought. That’s infatuation, not love.

Now as you’re holding Chris’ hand as he uses his other one to shield you from the lights of the paparazzi cameras flashing in your face, you wonder how the hell you got here. Going on dates every week, spending the night at whomever’s place is closest- you’ve even Facetimed his parents a few times, for God’s sake, and you’ve only been dating for three months.

You haven’t told him you love him yet, nor has he told you. You’re not ready for that. He’s clearly still dripping in the residue from his playboy days, and you’ve simply always had a difficult time with… well, emotions.

It’s the main cause behind any arguments you two have. While he still has a very frat boy-esque mentality, he’s also very sensitive to feelings. He’s a romantic at heart; he’s like an open book, and he surprisingly has no problem being vulnerable. You, on the other hand, keep everything bottled up. It’s what you’re used to.

Still, you make it work. You’ve never been in a relationship that feels so serious. Even the arguments only furthermore make it seem real, like you've been dating for years rather than a few months.

The two of you finally approach the gate of the apartment complex, entering as you let out a little breath upon being free from the paparazzi’s clutches. “I don’t know how you deal with this everyday.” You shake your head, barely laughing. “It’s exhausting.” He chuckles and guides you inside, raising a brow. “Well, baby doll, it’s going to be your life pretty soon now that you’ve found yourself an agent- you know that, right?”

You can’t hold back your smile, even though you’ve been strictly telling yourself not to keep your hopes up. “I don’t have one yet, it’s just a meeting. I can’t get too excited!” He scoffs and suddenly grabs your waist, playfully tackling you down onto the couch as you squeal. “Well, I’m going to be excited for you then. C’mon baby, look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous, and you’ve been gaining more and more followers by the second. And the agency reached out to you first to set up a meeting, you didn’t even have to send your headshots in. You know how good of a sign that is?” He playfully starts tickling your sides and you practically shriek in laughter, squirming through your giggles. “Chris!!”

He finally stops and you exhale, breathless but smiling as you reach up and hold his face lightly. “You really think I’ll make it big one day? That I’ll eventually be walking that runway during Paris Fashion Week?”

“Hell yeah I do, cupcake.” He murmurs, leaning down to peck your lips, “And I’m going to be sitting front row at every single fucking show.” You smile, briefly shutting your eyes before opening them again as you trail your fingertips along the stubble of his jawline. “Oh, yeah? What if you forget all about me because you’ll be a big Hollywood star by then? What if you show up front row, sitting next to your girlfriend Megan Fox?” He blinks and laughs deeply, moving his mouth down to kiss at your neck. “Mm… I’d be watching you walk that runway and dump her right then and there to beg for you back, that’s what.” You hum softly in delight as he nibbles on your sensitive skin, his husky voice continuing, “But you know that’s not going to happen, right baby? I can’t imagine doing this whole Hollywood thing without you by my side. You support me so much, and I want to do the same for you. I just… have a really good feeling about this relationship.”

You lightly move his head to look up into his eyes, reading his expression. He looks nothing but genuine.

“Me too.” You whisper, caressing his cheek lightly with your thumb. “I think we’re both gonna make it big one day. And we’ll be doing it together.”

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“He was my first.” You laugh softly as you wipe at your eyes, looking up towards the ceiling of the lavish five star hotel room as if that will stop the tears from returning. “I was only eighteen when we met. Still new to LA, only had a few thousand followers on Instagram. God, why am I crying right now?”

Your friend Taylor hands you a tissue, shaking her head. “It’s okay to cry sometimes, you know. It’s good to have feelings.”

You scoff through the tears, taking the tissue and wiping at your wet eyes. “I just can’t believe everything we’ve gone through. Me becoming an international model, him becoming Captain freakin’ America, adopting a dog together, traveling the world together for his press conferences and my photoshoots, meeting each other’s families…” You sniff, finally letting a tear actually slide down your cheek. “Do you remember when I had to get an appendectomy? And I was so fucking freaked out about the surgery, I had never had one before- but he was there with me the entire time I was recovering. He even told the director of Gifted that he needed a few days off.”

“Yes, Y/N, we remember.” Jasmine sighs, handing you a glass of wine. “Drink up girly, you clearly need it tonight.” Candice raises an eyebrow, questioning, “Hasn’t she drank enough? I think that’s why the crying is happening…”

“And we even talked about having kids together. We just knew we’d make it, you know? That our relationship would last forever. It wasn’t delusional, we knew it.” You sniff, taking the wine nonetheless as you take a sip. “Oh my God, remember when I had that pregnancy scare? And it looked like I’d be having a baby, and I was so nervous to tell him, but when I did he was so fucking ecstatic. Guys, he was so happy. Literally jumping for joy. He told me he wanted nothing more than to have a baby with me, even though we hadn’t planned for one that early.”

“Well, thank God you weren’t actually pregnant,” Meng pipes up, a glass of wine in one hand as she goes to open your closet door with the other. “Because then shopping for this would have been a lot more difficult with a baby bump.” She pulls out the wedding dress, playfully moving it from side to side in front of her body. All the girls immediately laugh, cheering as they raise their glasses. “Hell, yeah! Our girl’s getting married to the love of her life tomorrow!”

You giggle through your tears. Your happy tears, to be exact.

“C’mon, Y/N, stop crying already!” Elsa laughs, shaking your shoulders lightly. “You’re acting like Chris dumped you!” You laugh too, wiping at your eyes. “I can’t help but be a little emotional, okay? God, this is his fault. I never used to be such a crybaby until I met him.” You lift up your glass for another toast as you smile widely. “To the best damn bridesmaids in the world. Thank you for dealing with my sensitive ass during this whole marriage process.”

“Anything for you, soon-to-be Mrs. Evans!”

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mankinds-b4d-habit · 3 years

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Petting Habit - oneshot

idk i was feeling a bit down today and wrote this on a whim. word count: 980??? (i forgot lmao)

Ronnie watched his favorite movie in a living room that he no longer felt comfortable in.

It was one of those days where the house was empty and he had nothing to do. He couldn’t do anything anyways, so lying on the living room floor while the tv is on seemed like the best thing to do on a hot summer evening.

“You are not to leave this house unless you want me to gut you like a fucking fish and feed your remains to Vinnie and Jeff,” Evan—or, well, Habit—had said before leaving earlier that day.

He didn’t like him at all, but he also didn’t like the idea of getting brutally murdered for disobeying his captor’s orders. So, the only thing he thought of doing was to watch The Butterfly Effect while waiting for him to get back. He turned on the A/C and watched the movie in silence.

Since the movie wasn’t really cheering him up, the brunette tried to remember happier days; days where Vinnie and him would take strolls through the park when it was all pitch black and would play pranks on each other. Days where Vinnie would take him on nice dates to fancy restaurants. Days where he would fall asleep in his lover’s arms and wake up to soft kisses on his forehead. Days where he wasn’t in that goddamned house and could go anywhere he wanted.

He had broken up with Vinnie a few days before he got taken by Habit. He was trying to protect Ronnie, but he didn’t know that back then. And, yeah, a few months had passed, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss him.

The thoughts of his past lover, mixed with the heat of the room, slowly drove him to sleep. His eyelids began to droop and his body went limp. The room started to disappear little by little. Before he knew it, he was already sleeping.

A few hours later, he was awoken by the feeling of great pressure on his chest, as if someone was sitting on it. And, to his surprise, he was met with a big, purple, furry monster resting on top of him. The monster might’ve been about two or three times taller and heavier than him, so that’s why he couldn’t breathe and felt what woke him up. You tried to scream but it nearly impossible to even talk at a normal volume.

The only thing Ronnie managed to get out was a soft “Who the fuck are you and what did you do to Evan? Where's Habit?”

The thing laughed and it seemed to have multiple voices. It was almost… distorted and mangled. He’d never heard anything like it before.

“‘Oh no! Habit! Evan!’ My God, stop fucking whining,” it said. “Shut up before I cut your throat, rabbit. Don’t you recognize me? Ha!”

Then it clicked… It was Habit? But how? Evan was Habit. How was that thing the monster that had been keeping him locked up in that home all this time?

“I- uh… How…? If you’re Habit then where’s Evan? Wha-… What did you, uhm, do to him? Was this your true form all along? Why did you need him?”

“Whoa, there, rabbit. I’m not gonna answer all those stupid ass questions. Evan’s fine, he’s asleep upstairs. I was tired of his fucking body limiting my movements and decided to leave for a bit.”

“Oh… I don’t know how that makes sense but I guess it just does.”

“What’cha watching? Is it another one of those shitty movies you like?”

The boy with the fair skin was about to respond but stopped dead on his track. Instead he answered with “You know what? Just because you said that, I’m putting on Grease.”

“Really? Then I guess I’ll bring Evan back. I think he likes that movie or something…” It mumbled.

After a short while, what seemed to be Evan stumbled down the stairs and stood in front of the couch for a few seconds. The short man then proceeded to lie down on it and curl up, just like a small animal—like a cat or dog—would. He grabbed the other boy’s hand and put it on his head.

“Ev? Evan? Are you alright? Why are you lying down like that? Are you hurt? Did he do anything to you?” His words came out faster than intended, but one would still be able to understand what he said.

“Fucking hell, did you really think’s I’d let that fucker in control and have him let you leave? It’s still me, rabbit. Now pet me or I’ll chop off your hand and use it as a coat hanger, got it?” His laughter was loud and clear, with no more combined voices coming from it.

Ronnie was nothing short of perplexed. Did that idiot just ask him to… pet his head?

“…Sure, man, whatever you want.”

His hand moved leisurely, scratching and petting Habit’s head. The man under his hand made several barely audible noises. The room was filled with Habit’s soft purrs and one or two moans of satisfaction from whenever Ronnie scratched a good spot.

The taller boy wasn’t interested in the movie anymore, Habit’s purrs mesmerized him to the point he stopped moving his hand for a while. It was kind of nice to be like that with him. It felt good, and somehow, he was happy again.

“Hey, why did you stop? I was having a good time here.” He appeared to be sad, which was rather odd, considering he usually never showed other emotions that joy and rage.

“Huh… Did I stop? Sorry, I was thinking about some things and forgot about what I was doing,” he replied and continued scratching the man’s head.

Maybe he wasn’t so lonely anymore. And maybe, just maybe, he was falling for the one he hated just a few hours ago.

#help i’m such a simp #habit emh #everymanhybrid habit #habit everymanhybrid #oneshot???#aaaaaa i love habit #emh #everymanhybrid #i’m so gay and touch starved wtf

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imma-sucker-for-a-beard · 4 years

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The Getaway

Character Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus size female reader

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: Fluff, Insecurities, Plus size, Humor, Smut,

Preface: You and Chris have been dating for about six months and this is your first getaway together just the two of you. Chris has invited you to a cabin near Worlds’s End, that is located southeast from Boston.

The Getaway

The sun was coming though the thin curtains by the windows and hid your face in against Chris’ back to try and block out the sun, the bed was too warm and you honestly did feel like getting out of bed. Groaning soft feeling Chris move slightly to get up, you move to get him room to move more. He rolled over onto his back and smiled sleepily mumbling. “Morning baby.” Stretching his arms bringing an hand to rub his neck. “Did you sleep well?” You smiled with a slight giggle pulling the duvet further up hiding your face, mumbling from under the duvet. “I did, but I’m not ready to get up!” Chris chuckled peaking under the duvet. “How about I get breakfast ready, I mastered the toaster you know” he said proudly. I nodded under the duvet and looked at him and smiled pulling down the duvet again. “Mmmkay, then I might as well get up and take a shower… I stink of sex!” Chris smirked leaning over tailing kissed over your shoulder, chest, jawline reaching your lips sucking your bottom lips a little harder “I don’t mind… the stinking of sex ” before pulling you closer to him and kissing you more forcefully. You narrow your eyes after him poking his side finding his ticklish spot. “I bet you don’t.” You say before kissing his again and savoring the taste of him. He smiled and kisses the tip of your nose before he moves to get out of bed. You watch him as he walks over to get a pair of boxers and you growls aloud. And he does a little wiggle for you before taking his boxers on, before he leaves the room he stops in the door looking back at you. “I’ll call when breakfast is ready.” And with that he’s gone.

You lay there for a moment stretching feeling the aftermath from an intense night. Getting up you head to the bathroom and take a shower feeling the warm water over your skin. Every now and then when the hot jet hit your nipples and you gasp softly at how sensitive they still are. Running a light finger over the nubs there react instantly growing taunt. Biting your lip closing your eyes you think back to the night you had together. Moving your hand down over your rolls and reaching your mount you moan softly once you slip your finger between your folds and touch your highly sensitive nub, feeling how moist you were from last night and thinking about him didn’t help on it either. Breathing deeply I force yourself to stop and finish your shower and step out drying yourself before heading into the bedroom again. The sun now shining at full force through the curtains. Standing by the old mirror still wrapped in your bath towel you looked over yourself letting the towel drop to the floor as you reached for your panties. Once you had them on you studied yourself in the mirror. A roll here, and extra one there. ‘I really had to get rid of that, I couldn’t look like this when I’m dating Chris, he can’t be seen with a fat person like me on the red carpet.’ You think to yourself sucking your stomach in stretching your neck trying to find an angle where you look the thinnest.

“What are you doing Y/N?” You jump slightly startled by the sound of Chris’ voice and feel yourself blush crimson red at being caught. “Oh, uhm.. nothing.!” Chris pushes of the door frame and walk over to you wrapping his arms around you from behind you looking into your yes via the mirror. “Y/N, be honest… Please..!” You have a hard time keeping eyes contact with him not wanting to admit what you had just been doing. “Y/N!?” You hear him ask again and you reluctantly met his eyes. “I was thinking I need to lose the extra weight I had, I’m too fat!” You see Chris frown as he loosens his hold to move around, to stand in front of you and tightens his hold on you again. “Where does this come from?” Chris ask with a worried look in his eyes. Resting your hand on his shoulders you bit your lip again. “It’s just…. I still can’t believe that a person like… me… got my hands on you!” Chris presses his lips against your forehead standing like this for a moment before saying anything.. “Y/N baby, please don’t ever think like that… Please?” You smile apologetically. “Sorry”. Chris moved his hands to cup your face. “It’s your imperfections, that makes you perfect, at least in my eyes. I don’t care that you weigh more than you should, I’m with you for who you are inside, that’s the one I love.” He kisses you again and you fell him smirk against your lips. “That you have a nice ass that I can grab that’s just a plus.” He says wiggling his brows and you giggle.

Chris Slowly began walking you backwards still smirking at you. “I believe breakfast can wait.” You step backward carefully until you reach the bed and Chris keeps going until you sit on the bed looking up at him. “Lay down” Chris commands you and you obey still looking up at him as he leans down over you kissing you deeply before making his way down over your body reaching first your right nipple circling it with his tongue and closes his lips around it sucking into his mouth with he teases your left nipple by rolling it between his finger tugging lightly at it, making you moan. Chris looks up at you from under his lashes moving to the left repeating the teasing there and the same with his hand. Hearing him groan you can feel his erection against your thigh through his boxers and you reach down but he catches you hand before you get far. “No!” He said giving you a hard look and pins your hand to the bed. “Naughty girl!” You watch him carefully as the smirk reappear on his face as he moves his free hand down over your body and slips it under your panties and reach your folds and quickly finds your clit flickering it with his index finger making you moan aloud. Hearing him breath a laugh. “Tsh tsh tsh… Oh so wet baby, someone didn’t get enough during the night, that I can have on me.” He added his middle finger rolling it between his fingers madding you shudder. “Please…” Was all you could say as he gave your clit some TLC building on your climax twice you were about to cum but his stopped in time and you whimpered in frustration. “Patience baby” he cooed making his way down your body kissing his way down your body. “Lift your butt!” He asked and you quickly did as asked and he slipped your panties off and kissed your mount running the tip of his tongue over your folds, sucking you swollen bud between his lips switching between flicks and long laps of his tongue over your clit. You squirmed under his thorough and intense treatment raising you pelvic to meet his tongue, the climax was at a breaking point, Chris feeling this slipped two fingers into your hungry core and crocked his fingers rubbing your sweet spot along with sucking your clit, making your climax crash over you engulfing you as you scream out your climax. “Fu… uck… Chr… Ple…se Stop” You whimpered aloud Chris not stopping prolonging you release finally making you squirt. Chris licking up you love juices he growled appreciatively as he stopped. “Mmm baby, Delicious!” He kissed the inside of your thigh before moving back enough. “On your knees baby!” You look up at him and he gave you a stare with dark desire in them and you do as told turning around getting on your hands and knees. Moments later you feel his hands on your hips as he playfully bit your right ass cheek. “Perfect!” He says and push a couple of finger deep inside of you without any warning, making you gasp aloud, and quickly removes them to coat his manhood. Feeling his left hand on your hip again as he guides his length to your core teasing your opening pushing just the tip inside pulling out again, doing this multiple time you whimper and beg. “Please Chris..” He grins teasingly “Please what?” You whimper in frustration looking at him from over your shoulder. “Please Chris Take me!!” Hearing what he wanted to hear he grabbed both your hips and slowly pushes in sinking all the way to the bottom settling there before moving again. “God, Y/N you feel so fucking good!” and you purr in response. He starts moving in and out of you his thrusts getting harder and faster and you move to meet him. You bring a hand down finding your own clit rubbing it hard whimpering deeply at the sensations it is giving you. You tighten around Chris and he growls in response. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum!” he groan tighten his hold on your hips. You can feel him throb deep inside of you. “Cum for me baby” He groans between thrusts and your climax engulfs you and Chris follows seconds later filling you with his seed. Panting his rests his forehead against your back. “Fuck baby, you’re amazing!” You purr and smile. “As are you baby!” You both move to lay on the bed, you snuggle into him as he runs a soft hand along your spin and kisses your forehead before lifting you face softly with a finger under your chin to look into your eyes. “Y/N Please don’t doubt yourself, or change who you are. I love you just the way you are!” You smile and kiss the palm of his hand. “I promise, to the best of my abilities.” You lean in and kiss him deeply. “I love you too Chris.”

Chris’ stomach starts to rumble and you rub his stomach. “America’s ass needs some much needed food.” You say kissing him again before getting up and put a tee on looking at him and grins. “15 mins and there’s French toast!”

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fanatic1997 · 5 years

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Hi💕💘💘💗💓💞💝 I love your writing so much darling ❣️❣️ Can you do a blurb of Tom and reader being the youngest avengers and all the other cast mates ship them without knowing they actually do like each other. And they are both really shy about it 💓💓

“Doesn’t Tom’s butt look delightful today,” Chris winked. The burly Australian did a terrible impression of a girl’s voice and you laughed to cover your embarrassment.

Had the Australian caught you staring?

You hadn’t meant to, you had been waiting to go on set for your scene with Tom that was up next. But damn, Tom did look good in his new suit and all the harnesses for his stunts just made his muscles more prominent.

You swallowed before rolling your eyes at the Australian. “Isn’t he a little too young for you Chris?” you smirked. Chris only shrugged and tilted his head, jokingly pondering your question.

You were used to the teasing and the comments by now. The cast and crew had made it their personal mission to get Tom and you to date. In all honesty, you weren’t opposed to the idea. Who would be, when Tom looked so darn good in his suit. Not to mention how thoughtful he was for bringing you breakfast every morning. Yup, he was definitely somebody to bring home to meet the parents.

The two of you had hit it off immediately after you were cast as his nemesis. But with all the teasing you two had received recently, it had made things awkward. Last night had been the cherry on top. The cast and crew had gone out to celebrate Tom’s birthday and they had forced you to sit next to him so they could tease the two of you simultaneously.

You weren’t aware of the brown orbs that watched you and Chris talking and joking. Tom had been aware of your presence as soon as you had stepped foot on set which meant, that he had seen when the Australian actor had approached you. His eyes had crinkled at the edges when he had seen you laugh at something Chris had said and then blush.

He had been so distracted, he had missed his cue and he was slammed hard onto the ground.

“Cut” the producer yelled. Tom felt the air in his lungs rush out and he struggled for a moment to catch his breath. He groaned feeling his back protest at any attempt in getting up.

Both you and Chris had witnessed Tom’s hard fall. You and the camera crew ran to him.

“Tom, are you ok, do you want to go the nurse on set? What happened?, How many fingers am I holding up,” You rushed out while looking over Tom for any visible injuries.

You were so busy gushing over Tom, that you missed Chris Hemsworth shoeing away the filming crew and the set nurses that had rushed to Toms aid. What better help than your crush gushing over your injuries? Tom would be just fine.

“No I’m fine, I just need five.” Tom groaned.

You helped Tom get up slowly and then let him lean on you like a crutch. You wrapped your hand around his waist and you prayed Tom didn’t see your blush, the damn suit was so thin, you could feel the muscles underneath.

Before the two of you could take a step off set, a voice stopped you.

“What happened was that Tommy boy here was too busy staring at you to remember to dive,” Chris Pratt laughed, The two Chris’ joined in laughter now and you rolled your eyes ignoring them and instead walked Tom off set. You didn’t see the death stare Tom threw over his shoulder at the pair.

“Are you sure you don’t need an ice pack or something,” you asked, setting Tom on a chair near the snack table. You watched as he quickly swiped a donut.

“No I’m fine.” You watched Tom massage a sore spot on his back and you don’t know what took over you but the next thing you knew, you had replaced his hands with yours. You could almost feel him purr at your ministrations.

After a few minutes, Tom shook his head to clear his thoughts and then he asked what he had desperately wanted to initially, “What were you talking about with blonde, Chris,” Tom asked.

You were a bit taken aback by the subject change. Tom didn’t meet your eyes, he had busied himself staring at his half eaten donut.

You could feel your cheeks warm. You had no intention in telling Tom that you had been caught admiring him in his suit.

You were saved from having to answer him by Chris Evans who had also decided to approach the snack table. He wrapped an arm around you and reached for a glazed donut. “We were wondering where you two love birds had sneaked off to,” Chris laughed.

Your cheeks burned. What was up with all the Chris’ today. They were going above their normal teasing. It was like they all knew you had a crush on Tom.

This time you didn’t miss the death glare Tom sent Chris’ way. Chris only raised his hands in surrender before throwing Tom a smirk and then planting a kiss on your cheek and walking off.

You saw Tom’s mouth set and grimace slightly watching Chris walk away. “Do you know what’s going on?,” you asked.

Blame his possible minor concussion, but he felt brave.

“I… I might have had a little too much to drink last night during dinner after you left and….I” Tom ran a hand through his hair nervously, “Well… they kept teasing me about you. So I might have spilled that I liked you.” Tom eyes snapped to yours, searching for any kind of reaction His ears had warmed considerably and he wondered if he should have told you the truth.

He had received so many mixed signals last night from you. And after he had walked you out of the restaurant to keep you company until your cab came, you had hugged him and wished him a happy birthday. Honestly, he was ready to ask you on a date but then you had gone and planted a kiss on his cheek and his mind had gone completely blank. It was like he was reduced to a bumbling idiot and you were gone before he could ask you out on a proper date.

However, his mind was quickly clearing and his bravery dissipating fast seeing how your expression hadn’t changed from surprise.

“Say something love, anything please,” Tom chuckled. But his mirth didn’t reach his eyes.

“She wants to ask you on a date,” The three Chris’ yelled out in unison. You turned over to them, wondering where they had come from. The three smirked, waved and blew kisses to you two.

You turned back to Tom. “Yeah, what they said,” you smiled.

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daydreamjournal · 5 years

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Cliché (Sirius Black X Reader)

Author note: Hello everyone, this is my first time writing for Sirius Black so I apologize if he seems out of character to you, other than that I hope you enjoy this song inspired one off.

Word count: 3591

Warnings: None, this is one fluffy boy.

I walked into the room and then I saw your face

Walking into the Gryffindor common room you scanned the room before sighing in relief, it was basically empty except the marauders who appeared to be arguing over something trivial like always. Moving over to the empty couch you sat and allowed yourself to sink into it’s comfort after a long day of classes, with O.W.L’s coming up fast you felt as if you barely had time to breathe with all the homework the professors were cramming down your throats, not to mention you felt like Lily, your best friend, was going to make you study to death.

“Hey (L/N)” A familiar voice called out to you.

You looked me in the eye and I wanted to erase myself (erase myself)

Glancing over your (e/c) eyes were met with stormy gray ones, the eyes that belonged to the famous Sirius Black, fellow fifth year and flirt extraordinaire, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. However, except for when Lily was around, you rarely spoke to the marauders so this situation caused you to internally panic and wish you had just went up to your dorm.

“Yes Sirius?” You asked politely trying to keep your nerves from showing through.

A playful smirk danced across his lips which enhanced his handsome features, you felt as if your heart was beating faster from it alone.

“Strawberries or blueberries?” he asked.

You blinked in confusion as your eyebrows knitted together to physically illustrate your emotion “Excuse me?”.

He chuckled “Which do you prefer?”.

“Oh uhm..” you paused as you chewed your bottom lip in thought “I guess i’d have to say strawberries.”.

“You’re a romantic than huh?” James asked looking over to you.

“I don’t see how that makes me a romantic Potter.” you snorted.

“Ouch, why does Padfoot get the first name treatment and not me?” he pouted

I didn’t wanna fall, but then I stepped right in

“I like him better.” you joked laughing a bit as you got to your feet.

Unknowing to you, when you said that Sirius had felt his heart skip a beat.

“I’m heading up to my dorm, try not to stay up too late boys.” you waves a hand as you moved towards the stairs to the girls dormitory.

“Yes Mother.” James called after you.

You listened as the other three boys laughed before shaking your head and heading up, they were immature sure, but they were entertaining.

Stepping into your dorm you noticed Lily absorbed in her studies per usual, quills and parchment scattered around her as she was pouring over her transfiguration textbook.

“Don’t bother trying to talk to her.” One of your other friends, Marlene said from her four poster “She hasn’t moved since you guys got back from the library.”.

Sighing you snatched the book from the red heads hands before holding it out of reach when she tried to grab it “Lils’ you need to rest, your brain is going to be mush if you don’t.”

Lily pouted as she held out her hand to you “Give it back, I just have one more chapter left to go over.”.

“A chapter that will turn into the rest of the text book?” you asked as you crossed you arms.

Groaning in defeat your best friend gathered her things before putting them away “Fine, only because I know you’re right.”.

“When am I not?” you grinned finally handing the book back.

“Don’t push it.” Lily laughed.

I looked down at the ground and I felt it right within

“Where have you been anyway?” Alice, another friend of yours asked sleepily.

“The couch looked comfy.” you shrugged as you sat down on your own bed glancing down at your shoes.

“Did something happen?” Lily asked looking to you.

“Huh?” you glanced up once more not realizing the blush that had spread on your cheeks.

The three girls ooh’d at you and you suddenly felt the burning heat in your face

“Details.” Marlene demanded as the three girls moved closer to you.

“N-Nothing happened! I just talked with the boys.” you shrugged looking away.

Lily smirked “Sirius talked to you huh?.

“Maybe.” you mumbled as you undid your tie “It wasn’t like we had this momentous conversation, he just asked my opinion on fruit.”.

They all looked just as confused as you had been a few minutes ago

“That’s-” Alice began

“Weird.” Marlene finished

“I know, and when I said strawberries James accused me of being a romantic.” you sighed running a hand through your (H/L and H/C) hair.

“They must be planning something.” Lily sighed “Probably a prank.”.

“Ooh fun.” you spoke sarcastically.

“Why would they prank (Y/N) though?” Marlene asked “They all seem fond of her, especially Sirius.”.

It was too late for me (too late for her)

After changing the subject and bit more banter the others and yourself got ready for bed, however as you laid in your four poster staring at the ceiling your mind was filled with Sirius, your stomach was filled with butterflies and your body almost ached or his touch and warmth despite having never felt it before in the five years of knowing him.

‘Stop it’ you thought to yourself ‘Sirius has a reputation, I shouldn’t get my hopes up.’.

With one last soft sigh you drifted off to sleep

You took a step forward and tilted your head, with a curious glance you stared and I felt like dead

Walking down the stairs to the common room you noticed that Sirius was standing at the bottom of them talking to another fifth year girl, you hated yourself for the jealousy that washed over you, it wasn’t as if Sirius was even remotely close to being yours, but to see him talking to another girl stung, nonetheless you continued your way down.

As you approached the bottom you noticed Sirius’s attention turn to you as he tilted his head with a look of curiosity in his gray eyes as he moved towards you closing the distance

Oh my god I think i’m dying

He gave you a small smile that nearly made you melt “Hey.”.

“Hello.” you replied as you two met on the bottom stair

“What’s your name? I’d really like to know about you.” Too bad I stopped at “Hello.”

“Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Sirius asked, the small smile still on his face.

You gave a nod “Even if I have to drag Lily by one of her quills.” you joked laughing a bit

His smile grew “Well, I was wondering.” he paused as he gave the back of his neck a rub “If you want to accompany me when were there?”.

Did you ears deceive you? Had Sirius Black just asked you on a date? No, no he had to mean it as friend surely.

“Are James and the others coming too?” you asked adjusting your bag.

“No, just us, a date would be awkward with them along for the ride.” he smirked

I just stared and you grinned and looked right back, it felt like just one big whirlwind.

“A-Alright than.” you managed still completely caught off guard.

He took your hand and placed a kiss on it’s back “See you in potions (L/N).” and he was gone.

You continued to stand there in shock until Lily shook you and brought you back to earth

One big emotional whirlwind.

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” Lily asked as you looked to her “I’ve been trying to get your attention for like five minutes now.”

“I..” you finally spoke “I have a date with Sirius this weekend?” you said still unsure whether if this was real or not

“Wait what?!” Marlene said a she joined the two of you.

“(Y/N) has a date with Black.” Lily smirked looking to your friend.

Marlene wiggled her eyebrows as she walked past the two of you humming about how you and Sirius were sitting in a tree soon to be k-i-s-s-i-n-g

“Marlene!” You whined chasing after her as a laughing Lily followed you guys to the great hall for breakfast.

Over the next few days we got to talking, with every single word I started falling

You sat in the common room laughing quietly to yourself from behind your book as you listened to James try to persuade Lily into a date for the third time that day

“Not in this lifetime Potter.” Lily said as she turned a page in her own book.

“Then in the next perhaps.” James seemed to purr

You snorted as you brought your book closer to yourself to avoid Lily’s glare

“Since when do you purr Prongs?” Sirius asked from beside his best friend.

“Hard not to when talking to someone as purr-fect as Evans.” James winked and the sound of Lily’s gag made you lose it as you completely buried your face in you book

“Someone is giggly today.” Sirius smiled removing the book from your face.

You were still laughing as you smiled up at me “Hard not to laugh when Potter’s pick up lines keep getting worse.”

“Not a bad as Peter’s jokes.” Remus said as he walked through the portrait hole with Peter himself in tow.

“Hey!” Peter huffed which earned a laugh from the five of you

Sirius took the empty seat on the couch beside you and leaned closer “Not a fan of pick up lines?” he whispered.

Fighting back a blush you glanced to him “Depends who is saying them.”

His usual smirk seemed to ooze cockiness “And if they were from me?”

Farther, farther, and farther for you

“Then I might just like them.” you admitted

He gently tucked your (H/C) locks behind your ear “That’s good to hear.”

A clearing of the throat snapped both of your attentions back to James “No flirting while i’m trying to woo my future wife Padfoot.”.

Lily rolled her eyes and grabbed your arm “Come on (Y/N) we’ll just study in the dorm.”

“Oh uhm, alright.” you glanced to Sirius feeling a bit sad before grabbing your book and following her “See you later guys.”.

“Not if we see you first.” Peter called to you and his three friends groaned.

You were so witty, and so charming, you swept me of my feet

However Sirius did up seeing you first, he had snuck down to the kitchen for a midnight snack to see you had done the same, your back to him as you talked to one of the house elves.

Smirking he quietly moved behind you and pulled you into a backwards hug “Boo!”.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as you spun around quickly to see who had scared you “Sirius!” you whisper yelled.

He chuckled “Surprised to see me?”.

You nodded “I shouldn’t be though, even the house elves thought it was you sneaking in when I first arrived.”.

He chuckled as he still held onto you close to him “yeah I suppose I have a reputation.”.

Reputation, the word that hung in your head every time you longed to get closer to Sirius, the word that kept you from admitting just how you felt about the messy haired Gryfindor who was currently holding you in his arms.

You gently pushed away from him and walked over to a counter hoisting yourself to sit on it “Getting a snack?”.

He nodded as he grabbed a pumpkin pastie and leaned against the counter beside you “Are we still on for Hogsmeade tomorrow?” he asked after swallowing the bite he had taken.

Nodding you sipped your tea “Did you think i’d chicken out?” you joked.

Sirius chuckled “To be honest I was surprised you agreed, seeing as we rarely talked before, though to be honest i’ve always been curious about you.” his smirked turned into a small smile as he looked to you.

You blushed softly “Sirius Black interested in little old me?” you laughed a bit “Why is that?.

“Well.” he moved so he was in front of you, putting his arms on either side of you as he trapped you in your spot “I remember in first year you got lost, but you were too stubborn to ask for directions so, you pressed on and ended up walking into potions with five minutes to spare.”

Your whole face turned red “Gee what other embarrassing thing do you remember?” you snarked glancing to the side.

He chuckled “In third year on our first hogsmeade trip I remember Remus was low on funds so you paid for the rest of his honeydukes for him.”.

“Well that’s-” he held up a finger stopping you.

“Fourth year you stood up for a first year who was being bullied despite the fact that I can tell you hate confrontation.” he continued.

“What are you getting at?” You finally asked.

“(L/N) you are the most amazing girl i’ve ever met let alone get the honor of being friends with, You’re stubborn sure, but you’re also determined, caring, sweet, compassionate...You’re amazing (F/N) and I love you.” he admitted glancing away slightly, a light blush on his cheeks.

You were shocked into silence once again thanks to Sirius, you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out so you closed it whilst feeling your face heat up so hot you thought it was gonna melt off.

You made me laugh, you made me blush, no one could compete (no one could compete)

“I-I love you too Sirius.” you finally managed after about a minute.

He looked back to you as a wide smile spread across his face “Really?”.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips, if you didn’t know any better you would think he was wagging the tail he didn’t have “Of course, I have no reason to lie.”.

Pulling you into a tight hug Sirius pressed a kiss to forehead “You have no idea how long i’ve waited to hear you say that?” he mumbled into your hair.

“How long?” you asked as your head rested on his chest, the beating of his heart soothing you.

“I’ve been in love with you since that day you walked into potions late during first year and asked Slughorn why on earth Hogwarts had a dungeon.” he snorted at the memory.

It seemed to good to be true (It seemed to good to be true.)

“Really?” you asked surprised

He nodded “What about you? How long have you been in love with me? Since puberty?”.

I wanted to be with you (only with you)

You shook your head “Second year actually, we were in transfiguration and another Gryffindor was having trouble and while McGonagall wasn’t watching you helped them out.” you smiled at the cute memory.

He blushed softly “Didn’t think anyone had seen that.”

“You’ll find i’m very observant.” you giggled and heard the clock chime “It’s getting late, we should both get to bed.”

He pouted “I wanna be with you though.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you gave him a small smile “Well if we go to sleep, the sooner tomorrow comes for our date right?”.

“Fair point love.” he sighed as he hung his head in defeat “May I walk you back to your dorm than?”.

You nodded and got to your feet as he stepped back “I’d like that.”.

We clicked like legos, or the clacking of tap shoes

The following morning Sirius was yet again waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, a smile on his face as you finally appeared

“Hey.” he said taking one of you hands in his

“Hello, how was your day?” you asked glancing to your joined hands.

“Better now.” he replied still smiling as he kissed you hand.

What a cliché, but to be honest it made my day.

The two of you walks around hogsmeade taking in the scene whilst stopping in at places like Honeydukes to get treats and The three broomsticks for a hot butterbeer to warm up from the cold.

“Warm enough love?” Sirius asked as he noticed you pulling your coat closer to yourself.

“I’m alright.” you replied as you sipped your butterbeer “I forgot how cold it is here in the winter is all.”.

Chuckling he wrapped an arm around you as he pulled you closer “That’s what winter does.” he said pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Oh shush, it’s not my fault I get cold easily.” you huffed.

“Than it’s a good thing you have a boyfriend whose a walking heater.”

Boyfriend, the word echoed in your head causing your heart to beat faster. Sirius Black was your boyfriend now.

I didn’t wanna fall, but then I stepped right in. I looked up at your face and those eyes they drew me in

You had almost forgotten how beautiful Sirius’s eyes were as you looked up at him, his face so close to yours that you could feel his hot breath on your neck. He leaned in closer, his nose now brushing yours and making it hard for you to breathe normally

“Siri-” you began, but were cut off my his lips softly crashing into your in a shy yet passionate kiss

It was too late for me

When he pulled away he rested his forehead on yours, his gray eyes never leaving your (E/C) ones “First kiss?” he asked.

You nodded as your fingers absentmindedly brushed over your lips “I’m glad it was with you though.”.

“Me too.” he smirked and leaned in kissing you again though this time with a slight bit more force and greed attached, though you were more than happy to oblige to any type of kisses from him.

He was your first love and it seemed you were his

That’s what we were, a simple cliché, it wasn’t made to work, but I wouldn’t have it any other way (any other way).

Time passed and it became well known that you were Sirius’s and that he was yours, though that didn’t seem to stop girls from trying to steal him from you, not that you could blame them really, he was Sirius Black after all, but as Sirius told them countless times, he was yours and only yours no matter what happened in the end

Sixth year was finally here and you sat in your compartment quietly reading, Lily had left to find the restroom which left you waiting for the others and as per usual the marauders all arrived together, Sirius making a b line for you before pulling you into a tight hug and pressing kissed all over your face causing you to giggle

“I missed you so much.” he said sitting down with you in his lap.

“I missed you too Siri.’ you smiled kissing his cheek

Lily walked in to see this and gave a awe while James and the other look repulsed

You were so witty, and so charming, you swept me of my feet. You made me laugh, you made me blush, no one could compete (no one could compete)

“Oh hush Prongs.” Sirius joked pulling you closer so Lily had room to sit “You too Moony and Wormtail, i’m in love.”.

“Oi i’m in love with Evans too, but you don’t see my kissing all over her face.” Potter pouted

“That’s because if you tried i’d turn you into a toad.” Lily stated with no hesitation.

“As long as princess Evans kisses me and turns me back that’s just fine.” he winked and everyone else in the compartment groaned in protest.

It seemed too good to be true (it seemed too good to be true), I wanted to be with you (only with you).

Time passed on through the school year and you and Sirius were still acting as if he had just confessed yesterday, two touch starved teens always acting as if it had been forever since you had seen the other during breaks despite having classes together and the same common room, nonetheless the two of you were happy/

We clicked like legos, or the clacking of tap shoes

Waking up one morning, your body was tangled with Sirius’s as you caught him watching you

“Hey.” he said as played with a lock of you hair.

“Hello.” you smiled moving up to kiss him softly which he gladly returned.

You thought about the dream you had, you were marrying Sirius, a question bubbled up inside of you “Can I ask you a question?”.

“Of course love.” he said, a hand rubbing circles on your lower back.

“I had a dream that we were getting married and while I love that idea, I gotta know do you feel this way too?” you asked

He smiled as he placed a kiss on your forehead “Yeah, I do, but I was scared of what you might say if I brought it up.” he admitted.

“I would have said that let’s do it, after graduation let’s get married.” you replied and watched as his smile grew wider before he kissed you deeply.

And that’s all we were, a silly cliché

As you stood at the alter saying your I do’s Sirius mouth “I still think you’re cute, but maybe it’s better this way as right now you look beautiful.”.

And before you could reply the priest had announced that Sirius could now kiss his bride and his lips were on yours as soon as the words had been spoken.

“I love you (Y/N).” Sirius whispered as he pulled away

“I love you too Sirius.” you whispered back

That’s okay, we’re just a little cliché, a little cliché, but that’s okay!

#sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #harry potter #sirius black #x reader

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Puppy Birthday (2)

Summary: A few days later you meet Chris again.

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, puppies, bad flirting skills, awkwardness, it’s Chris birthday, more dogs, general cuteness

A/N: I fell down the Chris Evans rabbit hole again...sue me...

Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics

<< Part 1

When Chris Evans told you he wants to meet your dogs you didn’t think he meant it. You brushed it off, telling yourself he tried to be nice or wanted to prank you.

Boy, were you wrong.

Right after the interview, he asked for your number. Again, you thought he only wants to be nice. You handed him your number, wished him well, and said your goodbyes.

You recalled the interview with Chris on your way back home, sighing dreamily as he was cool with you taking a few selfies with him. He smirks into the camera on one of the pics. On another he holds the freshly adopted puppy in his arms, smiling like a dork. And on the last one, he has his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

Fuck, you pray he didn’t hear the whimper leave your lips when he leaned closer to grin into the camera.

“Max, Charlie,” you call for your dogs three hours later, laughing as they jump at you, whining as you still smell like the puppies. “I know. Mommy cheated on you with younger dogs. But it wasn’t my fault. Chris Evans was there.”

Your dogs watch you talk about your day, the interview, and the puppies, as your phone starts ringing. “Just a minute, boys. I’ll get you your food. I—” you swallow thickly when Chris Evan’s name flashes up on your phone. You didn’t believe he gave you his real number.

“Hi,” you squeak into the phone, almost dropping it as Chris's deep voice fills your senses. “Mr. Evans, I—oh, okay. Chris. Hi. Oh, I already said that. What can I do for you? Is there a problem with the puppy?”

While your German shepherds creep a little closer to lie to your feet you try to not pass out. Chris Evans just asked if you want to meet up with him at a park for dogs.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll bring my dogs as promised,” shit, your voice is a little too high and your hands are sweaty. Will you bring Dodger and the puppy too?”

You cover the speak to squeal as Chris agreed to bring his dogs too. “Cool…that’s cool. I’m glad the puppy and Dodger get along well.”

You’re a panting mess when Chris ends the call. “OH FUCK! I got a dog date with Chris Evans. Wait—” you look down at your dogs, lifting a brow, “Is that a date? I mean, he wants to meet you, not see me again. Right? It’s just two pals meeting up with dogs at a park.”

Max scratches his back, unimpressed by the fact that he’ll meet Chris Evans and his dogs in a few days. Charlie, on the other hand, is nervously running around the living room, whining as he still didn’t get a treat.

“Aw, baby. Mommy is sorry,” you crouch down to ruffle Charlie’s fur. “You’ll get a treat right now, Charlie. I know you must’ve missed me. I’m sorry for taking so long today.”

“Y/N,” Chris pulls you into a bear hug, chuckling as you yelp at the sudden movement. Not that you would complain. He smells fucking good, and you already feel a little dizzy when he pulls away to look down at you. “Great you had time. Aw, and look at your boys.” He releases you from his embrace much too soon to crouch down and pat Max’s head.

“That’s Max, he’s a little more relaxed around men. I found him at my friend’s animal shelter,” you explain as Chris looks at your other dog, Charlie. “Charlie is a little shy around men. He’s older and didn’t have an easy life.”

“Hey buddy,” Chris carefully approaches your German shepherd. His voice is softer when he shows Charlie the palm of his right hand. “Look, I got a treat for you, Charlie. You’re such a pretty boy, huh? You stole Y/N’s heart.”

“Be careful,” you gasp as Charlie sniffs at Chris’s hand. Your dog purrs before stealing the treat. “Oh, he likes you. You smell good—” clearing your throat you try to correct your poor choice of words, “to my dogs.”

“I smell like puppies and dog food,” he laughs as Dodger starts to nudge his side. “I know, Dodge. You’re jealous that I pay more attention to other dogs. Poor boy. You’re still my best buddy.” Chris ruffles Dodger’s fur. “Come on, Dodger. You know no one can take your place.”

“He’s so cute,” you crouch down next to Dodger to carefully pat his back. “His fur is soft, and damn it, he smells good too.”

“Did you hear that, Dodger?” Chris flashes you a smile, “We both smell good to her.”

“So…how did you name the puppy and why didn’t you bring him too?” you slowly get back up. You click your tongue, and your dogs immediately follow you toward the nearby bench. “Chris?”

“He’s a little sick. I need to pick up the little guy at a veterinarian’s practice later. She wants to check on him. I was worried sick last night,” he sits next to you, smiling as Dodger carefully approaches your German shepherds. “I hope he’s alright.”

“I bet he will recover in no time,” patting Chris's thigh you realize too late you just touched him again. “Uh—I mean, everything is going to be alright.”

“Hmm…” he nods thoughtfully while glancing at your hand on his thigh. Chris flashes you one of those heart-melting smiles, you know the one making your heart flutter or your panties drop, or both. “Do you like your job?”

“Yeah. I get to play with puppies, and interview stars, and can buy all the shiny things my dogs love,” you chuckle. “Most of the time I’m at my office or behind the camera. I was allowed to interview you as I’m good with dogs and know everything about you—crap.”

“If you know everything about me, you also know it’s my birthday in a few days,” you silently hum, still embarrassed you let just slip that you know everything about him. “I have no plans for my birthday. Maybe you’d like to join me and Dodger.”

“I,” your throat is suddenly too dry. You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat when Chris awkwardly glances at you. He flashes you a smile while fidgeting with his sunglasses. “I’d like that, but don’t you have friends and people wanting to spend the day with you?”

“I’m still in town for my promotion tour. I can’t leave now, can I?” he leans a little closer. “Plus, I need to make sure Cheetos is alright before I fly back home.”

“Cheetos,” you giggle now. “You named your puppy Cheetos.” He snickers as you can’t stop laughing. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s kinda cute.”

“You know that I was joking, right,” before you can stop yourself, you punch his upper arm. “Ouch, Y/N.” He playfully smirks at you. “Now you owe me a cake for my birthday. You know that!”

“A cake, Mr. Evans?” no one would believe you that you fall into an easy conversation with Chris Evans. He’s one of the nicest and most laid-back guys you ever met. “I think I can do that.”

“Cool. It’s a date then.”

“A date,” you lick your lips, wondering if you will wake from this dream soon. “I hope you’ll bring Dodger too.”

A few days later, June 13th, Chris's birthday, …

“Hey, uh—here,” you look at the flowers in Chris’ left hand. He has the puppy he adopted pressed to his chest and stands in front of your apartment door. “I didn’t think you’ll cook for me.”

“Happy birthday,” awkwardly standing in your doorframe you look at the flowers. “You shouldn’t have brought me flowers. It’s your birthday.”

“It’s a date, right? I bring flowers to a date,” he looks over your shoulder, smirking as your dogs' dash toward the door to greet Dodger. “I guess your dogs like Dodger.” You finally realize you didn’t invite him in when your dogs try to push you aside to get to Dodger.

“Fuck, come in. I’m an awful host,” Chris laughs as he walks inside your home. He hands you the flowers while balancing the puppy in his free hand. “I hope you like chicken parmesan and jellybeans.”

“Jellybeans, huh?” you give him a wink, knowing about his weakness for jellybeans. “Which flavor.”

“I bought all flavors, Mr. Evans. It’s your birthday after all.” He chuckles, feeling his heart flutter as you playfully ruffle Dodger’s fur. “I got something for you too, pretty boy.”

“Oh, I’m pretty?” he smirks as you giggle nervously. “I’m honored, miss. Did you not see the silver streaks in my hair or beard? I’m not a boy anymore.”

“It’s kinda sexy,” shit, your brain doesn’t seem to work as a filter anymore. You just babble nonsense all the time you are around Chris. “I—shit. I meant you are still a very attractive man. That was even worse...”

Before you can embarrass yourself, even more, you guide Chris toward your small dining room. It’s more a table and three chairs you placed in the only free corner in your kitchen.

“Smells heavenly, Y/N. Thank you for cooking for me,” Chris smiles softly as there is a large bowl with jellybeans in the middle of your table. “Wait, what’s that?”

You carry a Boston Cream Pie toward the table. “It’s a birthday cake. A Boston Cream Pie, you know.”

“And you put candles inside,” he muses. “Dodger, I think we got no other choice but to take her with us.”

After having lunch and some pie with Chris, he asked you to go for a walk in the park again. He tricked you, though. Instead of going for a walk, he decided to visit your friend’s animal shelter again.

“Look at all of them,” your friend excitedly points at the puppies from the interview. "All of them are going to get a new home. Chris twittered about the puppies, and after the interview, people all over the country called to adopt one of the puppies.”

“Whoa, that’s great,” Chris smiles wildly.

“Some people asked about the other dogs, cats, and pets waiting for a new home too. I will check on every candidate to make sure it’s not just a hype,” your friend muses. “A few families came around. They are serious about adopting one of the other pets, though.”

“Aw, that’s so great,” you wrap Chris in a hug. “They all are going to have a nice home soon. I’m so glad. Thank you so much.”

“Hey, I did nothing. I only played with the puppies,” he nuzzles his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply. “If you want to thank me, go on a date with me, without dogs this time.”

He flashes you a smile as you slowly lift your head. “I’d like that, Chris…”

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beaubcxton · 6 years

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‘And that’s your cue.’ ( Jily )

An au where you try out for auditions and you’re really scared but then this cute guy calms you down and then what?

A/N: Here’s the au that no one asked for. @youreyesinstarsabove this is for you. There’s hardly any fluff here but if you wait, you shall see. (is that vague enough?) I wrote this in a few hours so dont judge me xxxx

Lily Evans has not been living her dream. Neither her vision of what constituted a dream and what not. For starters, she still lived with her friend, Marlene and she was reminded of this fact every weekend at night. And there’s the issue with her job. Life would like to say it bit her in the ass when she found out she was working for Severus Snape- the creep who stalked her when they were children. She had taken the job, still because money? In this economy was a rarity.

Life had kicked and laughed at her but she raised a finger- it was her favorite one-, dusted her skirt and strode away. You could say, she was holding life by the balls when she took matters into her own hands.

After her parents died, she had spent hours wondering what to do with the money they left for her.

Petunia had shown up for the funeral and sniffed when she caught sight of Lily’s clothing or rather lack of mourning clothes.

“A shame, Lily. What would our parents say?”

“I think-“ Lily bit out, furious that even the matter of mourning was a competition to her sister. “-that they would be rather happy that I haven’t got a stick in my ass.”

True to her nature, Petunia had balked at her in disgust and swept away, adamant not to be seen involved with her freak of a sister.

She could almost hear the hearty laugh of her father. And suddenly, she knew what she had to do.

So here she was, dressed in a lousy blouse and tight jeans, in a hall where the auditions for a French play’s cast were being held. Only the residue of courage lingered in her as the prospect of what she was about to face wore her. She fans her face- why was it so bloody hot?

“Jenna Mackenly.”

The name sends another jolt to her and she shuts her eyes so she doesn’t have to see her clammed up hands and her shivering legs.

“Hey.”

Jumping, she takes a glance at the man next to her and immediately freezes. Sure, its bloody dark and she can barely see him but to the gods, if he wasn’t fit as hell. Brown eyes blinked at her and his jaw- one that could melt hafnium ( sue her, she’s a nerd)- tilts. He’s holding a plate of French fries and offers them to her which she declines.

“You nervous?”

She nods.

He takes her silence in stride. Perhaps, he’s used to girls fawning over him and being shitting messes. “You don’t need to worry much. Just look at that- he points to a light behind him- and sing. The judges are a bunch of cranky wankers-“ She huffs a laugh here because they indeed were; Several of them looked almost bored as the poor girl sang shrilly- “so don’t bother looking at them, yeah?”

The advice takes a moment to settle in but once it does, she murmurs out a soft thank you.

“Ah.” His eyes lit up and their close proximity enables her to see the flecks of gold swimming in them. “She speaks.”

“She is Lily Evans.”

“And he is James Potter. Not the judge, I meant me. Ugh, I am so not cool.”

She lets out a giggle. “It’s alright. I’m used to boys being stuttering messes around me.”

Laughter erupts from him and the girl on stage pauses briefly before continuing. “Says the girl who was in awe of me just a few seconds ago.”

“Excuse me if I didn’t know what to say to a stranger.”

He smiles like a wolf. “Well, I’m not a stranger anymore, am I?”

And then, like the wanker he is, he shifts as if he knows she going to gulp when she sees his muscles flex. Chuckling, he deems that the act of teasing her would not go well in his favor and asks, “What are you doing here?”

She cocks an eyebrow at him. “I’m going to sing.”

A blush stains his cheek. “I know that. I meant, why are you here?”

Despite the flow of ridiculous questions, she says, “I always wanted to be a singer. There’s something beautiful about the way you can control your voice and direct it to flow, you know? Music, it’s a piece of art that goes in the ears and straight to your heart, clanging through your blood as it does so. Everyone’s born with a song and ahh, it’s a channel to release your anxiety.”

He hums. “Have you thought of becoming a writer too?”

Again, he offers her the plate. She picks one fry and chews it. “Did you know French fries have actually no French origin?”

Surprised, she says, “I do.” And like the sap she is, she blushes. Quickly getting back on topic: “I work for a magazine, actually.”

“Which one?”

“Echos.”

James immediately recoils. “You work for Snape?”

“Yeah.”

“Ughhh. And here, I thought you were a decent bird.”

She should have rebuked him. She really should have. That’s what a decent employee would do but she hated Snape as much, if not more than he did. It's not unexpected that the public detests Snape. When Severus was a journalist, several protests were his doing as his articles were usually along the lines of ‘NO place for immigrants.’ ‘The possibilities if the blacks are once again oppressed.’ It hurt Lily’s conscience that she had to work for a man like him but her bank account needed it.

Lily shoves him by the shoulder. “Oh shut up. Not all of us are rich, Mr. Posh.”

“Mr. Posh?” He barks a laugh. “That’s a new one.”

“Shush. It’s because of that perfume you’re wearing.” She remarks, rather reluctantly. His odor was rather intoxicating. It was a mixture of ink and cookies but she interrupted when she saw his mouth form an arrogant grin. “What do you work as?”

“Lily Evans.”

Fudge.

James pushes her a little. “You can do this.”

She can do it. She was Lily Evans according to her birth certificate, not Quitter Evans so, hands sweating alongside wobbly knees, she glided through the silence and assumed her position on stage.

“What song are you going to sing for us?’

“Greek Tragedy by the Wombats.”

One of the judges blinked at her and yawned. “Well, go ahead.”

Wanker.

Stand tall, her mother used to say. Chest open, head back, relax and let your voice flow.

So she sang. The stumbling croak soon dissolved into what she hoped was the lull of a nightingale. She closed her eyes when the judges started talking to one another. She kept singing, reminded herself of a time when Petunia and her ran down to breakfast as soon as the scent of maple danced in the air. She thought of the time when she had didn’t give a damn about money and did things because she liked it. And she lingered on James, the man she’d just met who gave her the confidence to find her voice.

“That’s enough.”

Her eyes flew open and she stumbled a little.

“That was great.”

Snapping her head towards the familiar voice, her jaw almost drops.

Of course, of bloody course, James had to be a judge. Internally groaning, she mutters out thanks and stalks off stage.

He catches up with her when she’s about to leave.

“Alright, Evans?”

She offers him a reproachful eye. “I suppose it was too difficult to tell me you were a judge.”

He laughs. “Is that what got your knickers in a twist?”

Scowling, she flushes. “People probably think I was trying to.....seduce you.”

A beat of silence and then he doubles over laughing. In the light, she can fully appreciate his features. He’s better than fit. Too damn tall but his wavy and messy jet black hair make up for it. And, he’s wearing a carry on shirt. The universe hates her, she’s sure.

“Seduce?” He chokes out, finally.

Waving a hand to brush the matter away, she says as a matter of fact, “We all know I'm irresistible.”

Fondness coats his features. “That you are. I doubt you’d like to go out on a date with me, now?”

Cursing whoever bothered to add logic in her vessel, she declines the offer halfheartedly.

James takes the rejection in stride. Kissing her palm, he purrs, “Until next time?”

He smirks as she nods faintly.

LilyEvans to MarlMc: bring ice cream.

MarlMc: bring it urself

LilyEvans: not fair. I just rejected a hot guy.

MarlMc: strawberry or vanilla?

LilyEvans: chocolate.

MarlMc: that’s not an option

Also youre a dolt.

LilyEvans: it is now.

I know.

Marlene does not bring chocolate ice cream.

It truly is a sin but nonetheless, a sad Lily needs her ice cream so she sticks her spoon in the salted caramel ice cream. (“It’s a new flavor,” Marlene explained.) (“I was going to get a new flavor.”) (“Stop objectifying the bloke, you sap.”) (“I am not, you cynic.”)

They share ice cream that night and the following one. Marlene calling Lily a dolt after each spoon.

“You’re going to get in.”

“I sang like a crow, Marls.”

“You’ll still get in.”

“I won't. And I don’t care, either.”

Marlene made a hmph sound but if the outcome was a failure, Lily wasn’t going to wallow in her misery. She had learned something as she poured her heart out on that stage. Sometimes, you’ve gotta do things for fun even if you suck at it. Keep trying until you can proudly say, “I lowkey don’t suck.

Someday, she’d sing in front of people who wanted to listen to her instead of three old men and one fit bloke. Someday.

And when the call came a few days later and some ass said, “You didn’t make the cut, sweetheart” and hung up, she was stung but she shrugged it off and posted a cover of her song on youtube.

LilyEvans to MarlMc: im going out

MarlMc: u???

On a weekend?

Instead of reading??

Who are you??

LilyEvans: shut up

I have a boy to find

who’s a cute nerd

MarlMc: ashkashdihsndlksa

“Thank you.” She held the plate of fries in her hand, silently asking herself what the frick she was doing.

Taking a deep breath, she entered the auditorium and looked around. Unlike last time, it was James that made her uneasy and not the stifling heat. His mop of hair was not to be found in the seats and the realization brought a pang to her chest.

“Looking for me?”

Spinning around, she’s faced with a very very close James.

“James.” She breathes.

“Lily.” He responds, quirking an eyebrow. “Sorry that you didn’t get the part.”

She swallows. “It's okay. I got you some ah, fries.”

He takes the plate from her and inspects the chips, thoughtfully. So much for romantic gestures.

“What-“

“Wanna go out with me?”

“Sure. You have my number?”

A frown tugs at her lips. “Wait, what?”

“Do you have my number?” He repeats, rather slowly, grinning at her confusion.

“You’re saying yes?”

He mocks a sigh. “Not a bright one, are you Lily?”

“What? I’ll have you know I got a degree in politics and-“

Laughing, he gently pulls her outside and scribbles his number on her arm, his touch sending goosebumps through her blood.

“Call me?” He imitates a phone and she lets out a laugh

Brimming with euphoria, she says, “I’ll do more if you’d like.”

And then, he kisses her.

Maybe the universe didn’t hate her after all, She’ll think months later as she rubs her belly and replies to comments on her youtube channel.

“Hey, Lils?”

“Yeah?”

“They increased Snivellus’s jail time.”

Its bad of her to laugh but she still does.

“Did you call the guy to fix the bed?”

Her boyfriend huffs and kisses her on the cheek. “I’ll do it myself. I’m James.”

“Exactly why I’m asking.”

Huffing, he turns but she tugs him back.

This time, she kisses him.

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ffxivakyi · 6 years

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Counting - Akyhi Talrhin

ONE INSECURITY

Forever an Outsider - Akyhi feels the city life is one she is just pretending to be apart of. Mimicking what is expected, but it is not her. Inside she knows, she is a savage, and waiting for someone to point her out as a pretender.

TWO FEARS

The Cut that Bleeds - The path of the Dark hunt is in her blood, that rage and wrath just below the surface. The thrill of the hunt and ravel of the kill, she has known both, and is afraid her anger her darkness will lash out and hurt others.

Dying A Hunter’s Death - Alone, a huntress hunts and for what. Food, pelts, gil.. In the end there will someday be a beast Akyhi can not best. Her well laid clever traps are not enough, that will be the last day she draws breath. That fear of dying alone in the woods, no one to comfort her, no hope for seeing the next dawn. She has faced death once, and lived, she has no illusions of being able to make it out of Death's grip twice.

THREE TURN ONS

Sharp Minds - Intelligence, she thought was raised in a Dark hunt clan, the Tribal Seer Isic was far more intelligent and they took it granted. He passed down as much as he could to Akyhi, as he worked hard to protect her. Passionate words - Not words of passion but words spoken with passion, conviction, from the heart, and soul. So many people on this star, keep their hearts far away, and think far to hard. Dark Side - Akyhi has always been drawn to those with a dark side. Perhaps it is that need to feel she is not alone in the struggle. Though that dark side has to be something they fight against, someone who gives in to darkness is a turnoff.

FOUR LIFE GOALS

Missing Soul Piece - Though she will not admit it out loud, finding someone to be at her side, and feel safe with, is something she does want.

A Hunter’s Legacy - Akyhi can not have Kit’s of her own, but she can still be a mother. Perhaps when she is too old or too injured to hunt, she hopes to have a life stable enough to adopt.

Stain on Her Skin - Though she has not yet pursued this actively, Akyhi wants to have her mark of the Unseen removed. The scar is all the reminder she wants of her Blood Clan’s beliefs, she knows she has a soul. Though she is pretty sure magic is the only option for a clean scar free removal.

Huntress of Three Tribes - Though she is told her brother’s all have her in their tribes. She want to prove herself to them. Akyhi sees the title as honorary, only words, without deeds. To go to the Aziem Steppes and prove she is worthy of being called a huntress in both the Kagon, and the Malaguld, tribes. To make her brother’s proud to call her of their blood.

FIVE THINGS THAT MAKE THEM HAPPY

Fastest way to a Heart - Akyhi loves food, meat especially. A deep rumbling purr can often be heard while she is eating. Though better have meat in it some place, she will just neatly organize ‘prey food’ on a plate if you forget.

It’s so Fluffy! - Perhaps it is because she is short, or because her hair looks so soft. People love to put a hand on her head and mess with her hair. Akyhi loves it to, as a sign of endearment and something she just likes the feel of.

Can I Touch it? - If you have ever taken any time just watching Akyhi you will find she likes touching things. Textures of all kinds makes her happy, if caught she will just simply explained that she is ‘tactile’. Playing with the hair of others, running her fingers over table tops, hands placed on others as a show of connection. This is apart of her everyday life, and how she makes better connections with those around her.

Huntress gotta Hunt - The thrill of the hunt, the enjoyment of the chase, the exhilaration of the kill. Akyhi was raised to hunt, not just beasts but people. It is a huge part of her life, and something that takes up most of her nights.

Will you Smile for me? - Her light as she called it, perhaps an empathic connection she makes with those she talks to. If it is in her ability Akyhi will try to brighten people’s day, and if she is lucky she will get a smile or a laugh out of them. This she feels is her gift to the world, to shine her light on them so they can be free. She has found time and time again that she can help people by just being there.

SIX WEAKNESSES

Aether Sensitive - Allergic to Aether, this is not a small allergy, Eorzea is rich is aether, in the air and as crystals jutting out of the ground. This plagued her life with constant sickness and weakness, she will never have a soul stone or use even the most basic of magics. Healing magic burns her, though it does heal her, she will be very ill afterwards.

Rituals and Blood - Do to the Ritual of the Unseen, Akyhi’s body has weaknesses, places that if hit hard enough will cause internal bleeding. She is unaware how sever this can be, or how fatal it could be. Going to places like Fight club is a risk she doesn't know she is taking.

Moon Kind - As a Keeper her eyes and skin are made for the nocturnal life. The sun, not even trying to be mean, hurts her eyes, and she easily sun burns.

Not of the City - She is a Tribal Keeper, and time can not help her understand some of the ways of the city. Though people enjoy her different point of view of life, it can blind her from understanding ways of the city.

The Monster Inside - The dark hunt is in Akyhi’s blood, and she will do what she can to keep that anger and violence suppressed. Though everyone has their limits, and those who are good at using words as weapons test her self control.

Is that Sexist? - Being raised in a clan where Females dominate and compete for title and standing. Akyhi is predisposed to being standoffish towards other females. The more forward and aggressive the Female the less likely Akyhi will even give them a chance to be friends.

SEVEN PEOPLE / THINGS THEY LOVE

Hope Evans - Best friends. Akyhi is sure this one was her mate in a past life. They both bring out the best in each other, but would never work out as mates.

Kiyoshi “Sea Brother” Shimizu - Brother of the sea. When faced with the chance of starving to death, this one male helped Akyhi get on her feet, and find a home. He is protective of Akyhi and takes his title of brother very seriously.

Mica “Moon Brother” Kagon - The love of the moon, the blood of a tribe. These two have a common background, and understand the traditional older more simpler ways of life. They have been there for each other, when the city kind would never understand.

Spring Brother - This is the last and third brother Akyhi picked for her soul family. This streetwise Ul’da raised soul brother, has been beyond important to Akyhi’s survival. The city life is harsh to a naive newcomer, Spring was there to help her understand its dangers, as well as how to make it work for her.

A’vraiya “Hunter” Tia - This Seeker male has been an adviser for Akyhi, as well as a good friend. There is a kinship Akyhi shares with him that allow them to speak honestly to each other. She often seeks him out and keeps him up to date on her life, and keeps him informed on the comings and goings of the underworld.

Ensei’to Shuse - This Keeper male is a long time friend of Akyhi, and someone who has her back. They meet up weekly and talk about life, and spar. He also has a kit named Ame, who Akyhi adores and hopes to see her grow up.

You may have noticed how Akyhi does not have any of her recent friends or current suitor on this list of 7. Well I decided I wanted to put those 7 who have made made a lasting long term commitment to her. If it were 10 people.. You would see names like Bri, Mikha, and Raz’a added to the list. Not a slight to anyone, just if I have to only choose 7.

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Theirs

Summary: You are theirs...

Pairing: Alpha!Steve x Reader x Alpha!Bucky

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Ofc Michael, Tony Stark

Warnings: angst, language, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, possessive alpha’s, jealous alpha’s, scenting, comforting, cuddling & snuggling, polyamory, smut, unprotected sex, knotting, claiming

Kinktober Special: Polyamory

Divider by @writeyourmindaway

Kinktober 2020

<< Part 1

In the end, you were always theirs, never anyone else’s…

“Oh, Stevie,” you fist the sheets, dig your nails deep into the fabric. “You feel so big inside of me.”

You can hear the snarl leave Steve’s lips along with a low wail coming from the other side of the room. Steve insisted he’s the pack leader, that’s the reason he had the right to knot you first.

“She looks so beautiful filled with you,” Bucky purrs, moving closer to the bed. Normally any alpha disturbing another alpha mating his omega would end up dead, but Bucky and Steve are a pack, partners, and friends for so many years they learned to share. “I want to see her cum on your cock.”

“She will,” Steve grips your hips, now dragging you onto his impressive length. “I can feel her pretty pussy slick even more for us since you got closer. Touch our omega, kiss her Buck.” You moan as Bucky crawls onto the bed. His large cock bobs and you know, you’re in for a treat during your heat.

“Look at me, omega,” Bucky kneels in front of you to cup your face. “Steve and I will make you ours. From now on, there will be no other alpha in your life but us,” you nod, licking into Bucky’s mouth when he crushes his lips onto yours.

“God, she just squeezed me tighter, Bucky. I guess, our omega needs both of us,” whilst Steve’s knot threatens to pop open Bucky cups your tits to play with your nipples.

“Such a good girl for us, Y/N,” Bucky purrs, nuzzling your cheek. “I want you to cum for Stevie. Can you do this for me? Can you cum all over your alpha’s cock?”

“Yes,” you whimper feeling Steve’s grip on you tighten. The alpha rocks your body with every harsh thrust, growls low in his throat as he watches his cock disappear in your body. “Please, alpha.”

“Let her cum, Steve. I want to see her face contort in pleasure,” Bucky runs his hands over your skin, touches every inch he can reach. “She’s so beautiful.”

Your eyes meet Bucky’s stormy blue orbs when Steve wraps one arm around your waist to bring you to his chest. The alpha jerks his hips into your ass, gives you shallow thrusts. “Touch her pretty clit, Buck. Let’s make her cum together. I want her to cum for the first time with us touching her.” Bucky’s fingers expertly flick your clit, bring you faster to the edge.

“Please,” you cry out, rocking your hips faster when your toes begin to curl. “I’m gonna cum, alphas. Please let me,” Steve purrs against your throat when your voice fails as your orgasm ripples through your body. “God…”

“There she goes, Stevie. Our omega is so beautiful when she feels pure pleasure. Knot her good, alpha. Make her yours before I make her mine,” Steve growls, teeth sinking into your neck to leave a mark.

“Yes, Bucky…oh-please,” your voice already hoarse you throw your head back whilst Bucky holds your hands pinned above your head. The alpha rocks his hips slowly but with enough force to punch the air out of your lungs. “I’m gonna cum again.”

“Bucky,” Steve smirks, eyes focused on his mark on your neck. “Our girl is close to her next orgasm.” You nod eagerly, eyes never leaving Bucky’s blissed-out face. “Make her yours, like I made her mine.”

“I will, Steve. Y/N will belong with us,” you fall again, hard enough to make you cry out in pleasure, waking your neighbors. “Ours…” Bucky thrusts four, five more times before his knot starts to swell.

“Mark her, Buck. Now,” Steve snarls at his friend who hesitates for a moment. “Now, Bucky. Give her your mark whilst the endorphins distract her from the pain.” You whimper when Bucky waits too long to claim you.

“Please, alpha, mark me,” your voice brings Bucky out of his haze and he finally sinks his teeth into your neck, opposite the mark Steve left on your neck. “Bucky…alpha…”

“Ours,” Bucky licks your neck eagerly, cleans your wound to make sure it closes soon. “Love you, Y/N. This is not just a bond between alpha and omega. It’s love, omega.”

“I love you too, alphas…”

“You can’t see her,” Natasha mutters. “Listen, asshat. You had your chance weeks ago. Y/N doesn’t need someone like you around.”

“You’ve got no clue why I didn’t show on our date,” Michael retorts. “Your fine friends kidnapped and threatened me. Captain America and the Winter Soldier went after me to make sure I’ll not go out with my omega.”

“Y/N is not your omega, Michael! Get your shit together and leave the tower,” Natasha narrows her eyes when the angry alpha tries to brush past her.

“Do we have a problem here?” Tony muses, watching the former assassin fist Michael’s hair. “Shall I lend you a hand?”

“That guy wants to see Y/N. He insists he’s her alpha,” throwing his head back Tony snickers. “Did you know she’s mated?”

“Mated? She can’t be mated,” Michael gasps. “I don’t believe you! I want to see Y/N. She was meant to be mine and they ruined my chance with her.”

“Something wrong?” You slowly walk toward Natasha and Tony, ignoring the alpha who stood you up. “Why is that man here? Don’t we have a safety protocol to avoid unwanted people enter the tower freely?”

“Y/N, I need to tell you that Captain America and the Winter Soldier threatened me to not go on a date with you. I wanted to go out with you, but they scared me,” you smile to yourself, stepping closer to Michael to pat his cheek.

“I know, Michael,” the alpha gasps, just like Tony and Natasha. “I wanted them to make a move and planned dates with random alphas. Every single alpha stood me up and I knew, just knew one day my alphas will break and finally make me theirs.”

“Omega?” Steve blinks at your words. “You knew?”

“Stevie, what is going on?” Bucky stops in his tracks when his eyes land on Michael who throws a tantrum. “Why is that punk here?”

“You…you all tricked me to get mated? Are you fucking kidding me, bitch?” Michael storms toward you but you don’t even blink as two super-soldiers shield you immediately.

“Get away from our omega,” Steve warns once before his hand wraps around Michael’s throat. “Leave before I rip you apart.”

“You better do, punk or Steve will kill you if he must,” Bucky snickers when Michael wets his pants yet again.

“Let me handle this and you two,” Tony points toward you behind your alphas back, “should have a serious conversation with your mate…”

“You lied, doll?” You shrug, shamelessly wiggling on your shared bed. Without any regret, you rub your scent into the pillows and blankets. “Doll, we are talking to you.”

“Buck, let me handle this,” Steve wants to stay adamant and punish you, but you purr into his direction and his resolve melts away. “Omega.”

“I had to push you, alphas. I waited and waited but you never asked me out. A girl wants what she wants. I wanted my alphas,” you grin at Steve, eyes filled with lust once again, “now I got them.”

“You naughty little omega,” Bucky muses, knee dipping into the mattress. “I think Steve and I must show you how to behave.”

“I think you are right, Buck,” Steve joins his friend onto the bed to crowd you like their prey. “What shall we do with her?”

Eyes darkened you crawl toward Steve to nuzzle your face into his wide chest, purring low in your throat as your heat makes your skin crawl.

“I want you, alphas. Take care of your omega.”

“OH-doll, we will take good care of you and your needs,” Bucky’s eyes start to glow when you wiggle out of your clothes. “Be good.”

“Our doll will be so good for us, Buck. I can smell her slick,” Steve grips your chin, forces you to look up at him. “Am I right?”

“I think,” you lick his fingers, eagerly sucking at his thumb. “You will be good alphas.”

Both men move closer to get their hands on you. Purrs fill the room alone with their strong scent. You watch them strip their clothes off, admire their bodies before you smile to yourself.

It took a lot of patience and tricks to get what you want but now that you are finally theirs, you will enjoy every moment…

Kinktober 2020

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