#cevans drabble

[krirebr]

random hoeing:

Steve catching you in the rain, his white shirt completely soaked and transparent

Ok, this has to be Neighbor Steve.

Warnings: explicit language, more fluff than I normally do, completely unedited, 18+ - MINORS DNI

After Steve caught you ogling him during the heatwave, the tone of your conversations when you run into him in your building has gotten decidedly flirtier. But for whatever reason, that's where it's stopped. As much as you've tried to send signals that you are very open to more, he's never taken you up on it. Which is fine. It's fine. Totally fine. You are very cool with it. The thought of it definitely doesn't make you shrivel up inside. You are so cool.

All of that is the furthest thing from your mind right now, though, as you and your dog run through the rain. It'd been such a nice day, but as you hit the halfway point of your usual longer route, the sky unexpectedly opened up and you and your poor dog were hit by an absolute downpour. Now, finally home, you're both completely soaked and desperate to get inside and dry.

After some fumbling, you get the door to your building unlocked and opened. Just as you're about to get inside and let the door close behind you, you hear your name ring out. You turn around to see Steve hurrying up the path. "Hold the door!" he yells.

You freeze, doing as he asked. Holy shit. He's just as soaked as you, but while you're sure you look like a drowned rat, he very much does not. He– Well. He– He's wearing that damned white t-shirt again. Except it's not white now, it's translucent. You can see everything – that tattoo you spotted before, and a few more to go with it, an incredible set of abs, nipples. Holy shit.

He quickly ushers you inside, thank god, because you can't move on your own, your eyes still stuck to his chest. "Fuck, that came out of nowhere, huh?" he chuckles.

The moment you're out of the rain, your dog proceeds to do her best to shake herself dry, as if the three of you weren't already dripping all over the entryway. "Oh, shit," you mumble, reaching for her without really knowing what to do.

Steve just laughs. And then does it himself, shaking out his golden locks. Part of his hair flops down over his forehead, and you do your best to hold in your gasp. Really it's just so unfair that he could get caught in a rainstorm and come out looking like that. What the actual fuck? you think to yourself.

Except, judging by the way his head whips around to look at you, maybe you didn't think it. Maybe it was more out loud than you'd meant. Oh god. You immediately start babbling, which is unfortunately just as uncontrollable as the initial slip-up you're trying to make up for. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I just– I mean– Look at you!" You throw a wild gesture at him as he just stares at you with his mouth open, trying to take in your ramble. "It's cats and dogs out there and you look like that?? While I–" another wild gesture, at yourself this time. "I just– How is it fair that you're so beautiful??"

"You think I'm beautiful?" he finally manages to interject.

"Huh?" And that's when your brain finally catches up. Oh dear god. What is wrong with you?? You cautiously glance at him to find him staring at you, not upset, but like he's trying to figure you out. Fuck it, you suddenly think. You've already embarrassed yourself. You have nothing left to lose. "You wanna get dinner with me sometime?"

You swear that the smile that blooms on Steve's face is bright and warm enough to dry you both off. "I was starting to worry I was reading your signals wrong. Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to."

Your answering smile is strong enough to push all the clouds away.

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✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 375.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: breeding, dirty talk, usual filthy ari

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*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here. *this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

“You fuckin’ feel me, pup? Hmm? Feel me deep in this little cunt?” Ari rambled heatedly into your ear as his hips battered against the meat of your ass. Your frame bent underneath him, your breath moistened the sheet below you; pitiful moans and pleading whines were the only thing to fall past your spit slicked lips as your head swirled with everything Ari. 

“S’matter? Can’t speak? Can’t think?” Ari teased before lifting a little to snake an arm around your neck, bicep hugging your throat while he continued to fervently fuck into you. You couldn’t help but meet his thrusts, arching your back to drive your hips together harder, deeper. “That’s it, ‘atta girl, fuck yourself back on my cock. Keep it goin’, baby. Gonna fill you to the brim, breed this tight pussy.” 

A cock-drunk smile cracked across your lips hearing Ari’s lustful rants. One thing about Ari is that it was guaranteed that he’d lose all ability to keep his filthy thoughts to himself once inside you. 

“Whining like a bitch in heat. You want it? You want me to breed you, hmm? Knock you up with a little pup, mmm? Send you to Curtis’ next for a fill, then your golden boy— your Stevie,” Ari spat his name like it was venom on his tongue as he drove his cock deeper into your aching cunt. “Then your Jakey… Although he prefers this little hole, doesn’t he?”

Ari’s thumb pressed against the tight ring, the pad of his thumb slick with his spit, or the leaking wetness spilling from around his cock.

“Finish you off with Pete and that awful, mean Lloyd, hmm? Make sure you have a whole litter. Nothin’ but a hole for us to fill— Fuck,” Ari cut off, strangled and twisted as you felt his hips stutter, your head dropping to the pillow below as he filled you and used his softening cock to fuck his cum deep inside you. 

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Overboard Decorating » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Week of October 6th-12th

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Steve comes home from a mission to see that you went overboard with the Halloween decorations.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Steve was about to announce that he’s home, but he got sidetracked by the Halloween decorations you had put out while he was on a 2 day long mission. He looked around as he walked further in the house.

“Stevie, you’re home!” You exclaimed excitedly.

You ran up to him and jumped in his arms. Steve dropped his bag on the floor so he could wrap his arms around you. You kissed him sweetly.

“I missed you so much.” You murmured softly.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” Steve says softly.

Steve put you back on your feet gently before looking at the Halloween decorations again.

“You decorated.” He points out.

“I did!” You confirmed happily. “I’ll show you what I decorated while you were on the mission.” You say.

You grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to the living room with excitement coursing through your veins.

“I bought these little plastic pumpkins from Target yesterday.” You tell him, showing him the little pumpkins you put on the coffee table. “Aren’t they cute?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answers. “They have faces on them.” He says.

“That’s why I bought them!” You say.

You then showed him the strand of orange lights you hung along the mantle of the fireplace. Steve noticed more of the little plastic pumpkins with faces on them.

“How many of these did you buy?” Steve asks curiously, picking one of them up.

“I don’t know.” You answered. “Oh! I have to show you the new sheets I got for our bed!” You said.

Steve followed you to yours and his bedroom. You threw yourself on the bed out of excitement. He couldn’t help but smile at how cute you’re being.

“I got Fall colored sheets and blankets for the bed!” You point out.

“I see that.” Steve says with a smile.

Steve walked towards the bed. He rubbed his hand against the blanket, feeling the softness of it.

“Did I go overboard with the Halloween decorations?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers.

“No, of course not.” He says.

You and Steve have been dating for a year and he asked you to move in with him a few weeks ago. You weren’t sure what the boundaries were when it comes to decorating for the holidays. That’s why you asked.

“Are you sure?” You asked to make sure.

“I’m sure.” He says softly.

Steve leaned over and kissed you. You smiled against his lips.

“Did you see the bone yard I set up in the front yard?” You asked.

“Yes I did.” He pecked your lips softly. “That’s my favorite.” He says.

You grinned happily against his lips. He then put his forehead against yours and gazed lovingly in your eyes.

“I’m gonna take a shower and then we can watch Halloween movies.” Steve says.

“I love you!” You practically squealed, pecking his lips softly.

“I love you too.” He says with a smile.

While Steve took a shower, you got some snacks and set up the living room for movie night. Steve didn’t miss the Halloween decorations you put on the sink counter in the bathroom. He thinks it’s really cute. He also likes it.

“I like the Halloween decorations you put in the bathroom.” Steve says, walking in the living room.

You smiled widely as he sat down next to you. He wrapped his arms around you as you snuggled yourself against his side. You grabbed a blanket and draped it over the two of you.

“What Halloween movie are we watching first?” Steve asks as you reached for the remote.

“Hocus Pocus.” You answered. “It’s my favorite Halloween movie.” You tell him.

“I haven’t seen it.” He says.

Your jaw practically dropped to the floor when he said that.

“How?!” You exclaimed. “It came out in 1993.” You tell him.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re fucking old.” You jokingly mumbled, pressing play.

Steve turned his head to you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Excuse me?” He says.

“I said you’re fucking old.” You said louder.

“First of all, language. Secondly, what did I say about the old jokes?” He says.

“Bucky thinks it’s cute.” Is all you said.

Steve playfully shook his head at you and chuckled.

“I’ll let it slide this time, but I won’t next time.” He says, playfully warning you.

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” You playfully said in a funny voice.

Steve pecked your lips softly before the two of you turned your attention to the TV.

“Let’s watch the movie.” He says with a smile.

-Bucky’s Doll

[capsiclecevans]

"come to bed with me"

Warnings: fluff, a little emotional, AU where Jacob did die at the end of Defending Jacob

Summary: Andy and Reader are reeling from your first major argument after moving in together and try to deal with the issue together.

Word Count: 1,291

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

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It had been going on for hours now, the screaming and fighting. You and Andy had argued before this, but not this much. You had never seen Andy this angry before, over something he hasn’t even told you about yet. He was in a foul mood when he had gotten home from work, probably a run in with Neil (again), but he hadn’t told you what it was about. He had scolded you for even being near him when he was in this mood which you pushed back, making his anger rise more than you have ever seen it rise before. 

You were sat on the couch quietly, wiping your silent tears away as you stare at the fireplace, trying to listen to where Andy was in the house. Hoping that you won’t have to speak to him until tomorrow, when his mood might have improved and he has realised that he took his anger out on the wrong person. Heck, if it came to it you would even sleep on the couch or in the spare bedroom if you really had to avoid him and his temper. 

It was the first major argument you have had with Andy since you have moved in with him. You didn’t expect that you would have one that would be blown out of proportion just because Andy was in a bad mood from work. You knew that he didn’t mean to take his anger out on you but you were the only one in the house for him to do so. Maybe, this is what happened when he was with Laurie, maybe this is how she felt? But they were a happy family, weren’t they? Until she ruined everything after Jacob’s trial, killing him because she didn’t believe that he was truly innocent, making Andy leave her and in turn fall in love with you. 

He went out for a run to “calm down”, hopefully he will be in a bit of a better mood but that hadn’t happened as he slammed the door when he walked in, stalking upstairs to have a shower as you made dinner for you both quietly. That was 20 minutes ago and he is still to appear downstairs.

You sigh a little to yourself, moving off the couch to go and grab a blanket, wanting to alleviate the chill you felt from his mood. Usually Andy always tried to cuddle with you once he was back from a run as a joke, knowing that he was sweaty and needed a shower first. But, for the first time since living together, he didn’t. 

You weren’t even sure what was playing on the TV as you were just thinking about the shouting match you both had when he arrived home, you were so inside your own head and thoughts that you didn’t hear Andy walk downstairs slowly to come and find you as it was later than expected and you were usually getting ready for bed by now. 

You finally look up at your boyfriend when he sits next to you slowly, his hair still damp from his shower and the most guilty look on his face. His anger seems to have evaporated whilst he was in the shower. You hadn’t been able to stop crying since he left for his run and the look on his face just breaks your heart as he can see the tears in your eyes. 

“Oh baby…” He murmurs before cupping your cheeks in his hands to wipe away the tears away with his thumbs slowly “I am so sorry that I made you cry…I am sorry that I shouted at you…I am so sorry…” He whispers as he focuses on your tears. 

You close your eyes as he takes gentle care whilst holding your face in his hands. Taking a deep breath before opening your eyes to look at him, you melt into his touch slowly. Your Andy was back and you were eternally grateful as you knew that you would not have been able to not join him in your bed. 

“I have never seen you that angry…” You whisper as you look back at Andy and he nods slowly. A frown graces his face as he remembers how he treated you when he arrived home from the worst day at work he has had in a while. 

He lets a long breath before nodding slowly, his eyes flicking back to yours and he pulls you into his arms. His embrace was comforting, even though he was the one who made you feel like this. “Neil wants to look at Jacob’s case again, the Rifkin’s still do not believe that Jacob is innocent in Ben’s murder…” He says as he holds you close. You could hear the anger in his voice, his son was dead because his own mother didn’t believe him when he said he was innocent, and now the case was going to be looked at again to put the blame on a dead 14-year-old when he was found not guilty originally. 

Andy’s anger earlier was completely justified now you know why he was kicking off. He was going to have to re-live one of the most traumatising parts of his life again, and his son’s death because no-one believed that his son was innocent. Apart from the two of you. When Andy opened up and told you about those traumatic months of his life, you knew that he had fought for his son’s innocence with every fibre of his being, and you believed him when he said that Jacob was innocent. You just knew. You knew that Andy wasn’t lying when he said that Jacob was innocent. 

“Oh Andy…” You say and you look at him sadly, stroking his cheek gently as you watch his reaction carefully. He seems to relax a little as you stroke his cheek, like you were his rock, his support system. “I am so sorry that you have to re-live everything that happened to you and Jacob again, to prove his innocence yet again…that isn’t right what they are doing…” 

Andy sighs and nods before pressing a light kiss to your head as he holds you closer to him, neither of you knew what to say now. Andy’s life was going back under the microscope when it shouldn’t be. 

“Come to bed with me…” 

He said it so softly that you wouldn’t have been able to catch the five words out if the TV wasn’t muted and you weren’t cuddled up to him in his lap. A small smile plays on your lips as you realise that he does still want to share a bed with you tonight, even after the argument you had when he arrived home. 

You look up at him through your lashes before pressing a kiss to his stubble. “Of course I will…I would go anywhere with you…” You whisper against his skin in a promise that you would not be looking at breaking any time soon, since you were deeply in love with the man that you were sharing this house with. 

Andy’s smile is small when he looks down at you, his eyes glistening with tears before he nods and stands up from the couch, holding his hand out for you to take and head up to bed with him. 

You look at him before taking his hand, standing up with him and walks up to your bedroom, knowing that the fight wasn’t over, but you were glad the fight wasn’t between you and Andy anymore. It was against the two of you and the rest of the world who want to contest Jacob’s innocence when he is no longer here to fight himself. 

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Stella's 200+ followers celebration:

🌠 Dream Date Drabble Event! 🌠

I'm clearing my inbox of previous drabble requests this weekend, so I'm daring to open my requests for more.

For this celebration, I want to give something to the wonderful people who follow me! As such, this event is open only for my followers, and you must send the request from a logged-in account. Like everything else on my blog, this event is for 18+ only.

THE RULES:

Send me an ask with a character from the list below + a short description of your dream date idea with the character. For example: "Steve Rogers + spending the day browsing bookstores". I will write a short drabble about the date.

One entry per person, unless I open the entries for a second round. The deadline for requests is Sunday 5th of January 11:59 PM (Pacific Standard Time).

CHARACTERS:

MCU: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff.

Other CEvans characters: Cole Turner, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen.

🌠 Send your request into my inbox! 🌠

[ronearoundblindly]

What are your thoughts on Andy Barber in Defending Jacob? I noticed in your Cevans what would each do/ who does what, Andy barber isn’t included

I actually think Andy Barber is a fascinating character in canon, and I have no problem with him. I've simply...never been asked, honestly. I've read a lot of great fic involving him--from @sarahdonald87's Andy and Everett series to @yenzys-lucky-charm Hockey AU, even a dark!Andy from @syntheticavenger --but not been inspired with my own characterization or story for him.

Remember, for maybe a whole year (which is approximately 40% of my total time on tumblr), I only wrote for Steve, minus a drabble here and there, or a completely-out-of-left-field AU with Ari. (I don't tend to get major hyperfixations; I'm a slow-burning fan/lover lol.) I've just very slowly added characters to the list. Since you asked, I can add Andy now!

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Jake Jensen drabbles/one-shots

Masterlist for all Jake Jensen stories

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut 

Ladybug 💦💕

Christmas games

TBA

Find all other stories with Steve/Chris here: CEvans Masterlist

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Hi, thanks for the follow and the request for my event! I actually don't write for Colin Shea because I've never seen the movie he's in. I would be happy to write you a drabble about any of the characters on the request list*, though, so would you like to send me a new request? :)

*MCU: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff.

Other CEvans characters: Cole Turner, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen.

Happy weekend!

Gotcha, my mistake

Jake Jensen, same scenario

[lilacevans]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝: 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

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✧.* : ̗̀➛ dark!ari levinson x female!reader (non-descriptive)

✧.* : ̗̀➛ word count: 475.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ warnings: verbal humiliation, ball-sucking, references to face slapping, dirty talk, filthy ari.

✧.* : ̗̀➛ requested by: anonymous

✧.* : ̗̀➛ notes: the big one is here!! this one was really fun to write; although i do need to get better at writing dirty talk as idk i just struggle with it but that's the whole point of these little drabbles. if u have any pointers pls don't hesitate to drop them in my ask box, i always welcome help!! anyway! enjoy my ari lovin' besties!! pls lemme know what u think & check out the main masterlist if this is the first your seeing anything of this series!!

*this is an 18+ space. minors are not welcome here.

*this is a dark au. there are no happy endings here.

Ari sat, propped up by an assortment of pillows against the headboard, head tipped back; long sandy strands clung to the sweat on his brow.

Soft amber glows from the setting sun snuck in through the glass panes, covering your naked body with a fading warmth as you laid between his legs. Red lipstick smeared over your lips, cheek and chin; the same red lipstick covered Ari’s thighs in pretty kisses smudging under your fingertips as you kneaded his thighs as you lapped at the skin of his balls, letting out soft, muted moans that made Ari reply with pleased hums and chesty grunts.

Heat burnt across your cheeks and the burning remnants of Ari’s heavy palms on your thighs blended together. The hues of red smeared across your face was complimented by the muted pink of your tongue, skilfully rubbing at the underside of Ari’s balls before your lips parted to suck one slowly into your mouth. 

‘’That’s it, Pup,’’ Ari groaned, slow and deep; hand stroking over your hair, his hand settling lightly on the back of your neck; the sudden softness from the heaviness of his hands earlier caused your head to spin. ‘’Such a good pup.” 

You whined at the sound of his drawled praise, pleasure filled and throbbing core. Your hips humped at the sheets below you, hopelessly trying to find enough pressure to relieve the ache between your legs. Ari’s chuckle soon brought you out of your head as you peered up to find his gaze locked on you, a smirk pulled at his lips. 

‘’Pathetic little Pup, humping the sheets like a bitch in heat. Live  for nothin’ but to be used— nothin’ but hole,’’ Ari taunted, hand now gripping the back of your neck, drawing you closer to his sack.  ‘’And you fuckin’ love it. You know you do. You’d waste days between my thighs, wouldn’t you, Pup?” 

A pitiful whine escaped your throat as you were forced to lower your gaze from his intense stare, trying to sink into the sheets while keeping your mouth and tongue running over his balls. 

‘’Tryna’ hide from me, Pup?’’ Ari teased, fingers finding your face to tilt your eyes back to him. ‘’Don’t go shy on me now,’’ Ari continued, teeth on show as he gleamed down at you. ‘’I know that slutty mouth can fit more than one in there; will stuff your mouth full if I have to.``

Ari’s threat made you push yourself, widening your mouth and using your fingertips to manipulate both of his heavy balls to settle against your tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning softly around the skin, spit gathering at the sides of your mouth; stuffed to the brim and overflowing with everything Ari. 

‘’That’s it, get ‘em dripping, pet,’’ Ari moaned into the open air. ‘’You fuckin’ love it,’’ Ari repeated breathlessly as a hand disappeared from your hair and moved to fist at his leaking cock. “Gonna keep you there forever.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Thigh Riding » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Week of October 13th-19th

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You and Steve try thigh riding.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, thigh riding, praise kink, pet names

A/N: This is my first time writing anything to do with thigh riding so this is just going to be a Drabble. Please don’t judge me. I’m also sorry if this sucks.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Halloween divider made by @buckys-wintersoldier

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“That’s it, sweetheart. Keep rubbing that sweet pussy against my thigh.” Steve says huskily.

Steve stared down at your pussy rubbing against his thigh on his jeans. You brought the idea of thigh riding to him and he’s taking full advantage of it now.

You were just a horny mess for your man at this point. Your slick made his jeans wet. Steve already littered your neck and chest with hickeys. You loved everything about this. You just wished that you brought this up to Steve sooner.

The rough material of his jeans rubbing against your pussy felt so good. Steve would flex the muscles in his thigh to catch you off guard.

“Stevie!” You moaned when he flexed his thigh, catching you off guard.

Steve smirked to himself. His hands roamed your body as you continued your movements. His hands stopped on your hips, pressing you down harder against his thigh.

“Such a good girl.” He praises. “A good fucking girl.” He praises again.

You looked down at the bulge in Steve’s jeans, noticing how hard he is. You wanted nothing more than him to fuck you into the couch cushions, but Steve wanted you to cum on his thigh first.

“My eyes are up here, honey.” Steve snapped his fingers. “You’ll get my cock after you cum on my thigh.” He says.

You whined and looked up at him. Your clit was beginning to feel sensitive from rubbing it against his jeans. You could feel your orgasm building up. Your legs began to shake a little bit. You dug your nails in the fabric of Steve’s shirt.

“Steve, I-” A whine left your lips instead of you finishing your sentence. “I want to cum.” You finally say.

“Beg for it.” Is all he said.

A whimper fell from your lips. You moaned when you suddenly felt Steve’s fingers against your clit. He managed to slot two fingers in between your pussy and his thigh to rub your clit.

“Oh fuck, Stevie!” You moaned. “Please let me cum!” You begged desperately.

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Steve says.

You whined and tilted your head back.

“Steve, please!” You whined. “I’m being a good girl.” You say desperately.

That was enough for Steve to give you permission to cum.

“Cum.” Is all he says.

Steve gave your clit a rough rub, enough to send you over the edge. You came hard with a loud moan leaving your lips. Your movements came to a stop and your head fell against his shoulder. You panted heavily as Steve rubbed your back.

After a moment, you lifted your head and looked down. You felt your cheeks heat up when you seen that you soaked Steve’s jeans, but turned on at the same time.

“We should’ve done this sooner.” Steve says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed nodding.

-Bucky’s Doll

[capsiclecevans]

"the hike will be worth it"

Warnings: pure fluff as alwayyyys, not the writer for smut am I? 

Summary: 

“not to be cheesy but that trope where character a is looking at a beautiful view and they’re like “oh it’s beautiful” and character b softly replies “yeah” but they’re gazing tenderly at character a when they say it……” found this prompt somewhere either on here or on the former bird app, I can’t remember lol 

Word Count: 1,336

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

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Dating a celebrity was hectic. Dating a celebrity who has spent the most of his 30s single was also hectic. Dating said celebrity who portrayed Captain America until 2019 was tough. But he was worth it. You loved Chris, and he loved you. Since stepping away from Marvel and Steve Rogers, you have been able to take back some of the privacy you both craved near the end, even though if that means there are rumours every few months about him returning to Marvel. 

By stepping back, you were able to spend the the mandated lockdowns together during the COVID pandemic. You were both hidden away in your Boston home, no paparazzi invading your privacy and no fans leaking where you both were to be ambushed on the streets. 

Due to the pandemic and when the restrictions began to be slowly lifted, you were even able to secretly get married in your backyard, with your closest family there. It was the perfect day for you both as you loved your privacy and only having your closest family there made it the happiest day of your life. You didn’t even announce that you were married until your first anniversary and Chris posted his favourite photo of you both from your wedding day on his Instagram. 

You were both in love and nothing could ever change that. 

So you thought, it was a warm day in the late spring in Massachusetts and Chris decided to haul you and Dodger on a hike. You loathed the man you married at the moment, no matter how matter how gorgeous today was in Boston. 

“Chris…how much further…?” You whine as you follow him up the trail. You did have to admit, the view of his ass in the gym shorts he was wearing was a great view in itself and that is why you didn’t hate him entirely for making you walk up this trail with him. 

“Stop staring at my ass and I will tell you” He says in a knowing tone that you would has his ass in your view as you climbed up the trail carefully behind him. 

You can’t help a gasp leave your body. How did he know you were revealing in the sight of it in front of you. “How did you know…?” You ask a little shocked before continue walking behind him, not wanting to lose him on the trail. 

You hear him chuckle softly at the tone of your voice before looking over his shoulder to you, Dodger sniffing round at the bushes a few feet in front of you both on the trail. “You are my wife. I know these things baby.” He says before raising his eyebrows at you and smirks a little when you smile sheepishly as you had been caught out. “Not much further, we are near the clearing, about 5 more minutes of walking. The hike will be worth it.”  He finally answers your question with a smile, adjusting his baseball hat on his head before quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek to hopefully appease you into walking just a little bit further for him. 

You huffed a little before nodding and continue following him to the clearing that he mentioned. You weren’t going to admit to him that your feet were beginning to hurt as you hiked. You hadn’t been on a hike since the previous autumn, so you were not used to walking these distances again. 

Your mood and attitude changed instantly when Chris stepped out the way for you to see the view in the clearing of the valley and lake. 

“Woah…” You mumble under your breath as you follow your husband to on of the benches to take a break from walking. As you sit down slowly, Dodger comes and lays in front of you both, Chris pouring one water bottle into a collapsable dog bowl for Dodger to drink from before passing you another full bottle of water to quench your thirst from the hike you just made it through. “Thank you…” You say to him as your eyes soften as you look at him. He was always so prepared and thoughtful. 

Chris flashes your favourite smile of his before he sits down next to you on the bench, taking the weight of his feet as well for a well deserved break before you make your way back to the car to head home for the afternoon. 

You smile at him lovingly before taking a long slip of water, slowly placing the lid back on the bottle and watching Dodger for a moment. Your perfect family. 

You feel Chris’ arm rest on the bench behind you, like it always does when you sit next to each other. A knowing smile creeping onto your face before you sneak a glance at him. He looked so relaxed and content with himself and his life in that moment that you were proud of him. It was the perfect life for you both away from the cameras and the fans. 

You stop watching him before it becomes a little awkward, even if Chris didn’t try to make it awkward. You move your gaze away from your husband and back to the view that he clearly wanted you to see, as why would he bring you out here. 

The sun reflected off the blue still water of the lake at the bottom of the valley and was surrounded by elegant, trees that stood undisturbed by humans, and probably have done for the last couple of hundred years. It was gorgeous. How did you not know that this place was only an hour from your home? 

“Oh wow…” You say which makes Chris turn his head to you gently, a tender look on his face as he watches you realise how beautiful nature was out here. “It’s beautiful…” You say and smiles to yourself, the whining about how long the walk was long gone as you admire the view. 

Chris grins to himself and nods “Yeah…” He says, but he is not looking at the view. He is looking at his beautiful wife that he has loved for the last 7 years of his life. “You are…” He whispers under his breath so only you would be able to hear him. 

Your cheeks flush a light red when you hear his words. He was talking about you, not the natural beauty of the view in front of you. You slowly look from the view to your husband and smiles slowly. “Smooth Christopher…” You say before leaning in for a gentle, loving kiss. 

Chris eagerly reciprocates the kiss gently, holding you a little closer to him. Not too close that you would overheat in the warm spring air though, pulling away slowly to nudge his nose against yours lovingly. You can’t help but let a giggle escape from your mouth as he does, a grin gracing his lips as he loves when you giggle. It was one of his favourite noises you make, the other was the ones you make when you are under him when you are in bed together. 

“What can I say, my gorgeous wife…my smooth talking was one of the reasons you married me right?” He jokes and strokes your hair from your face as he watches you, his wedding band cool on your skin as you lean into his touch. You could never get enough of this man. 

“Oh, of course…” You joke back before grinning at him, leaning in to peck his lips again. A chuckle rumbles in his chest as he hears the joking tone of your voice. 

“God, I do love you more than anything…” He whispers before you lean your head on his shoulder to watch the view for a few more minutes before you head back to the car with Dodger. 

Now this was the life you had always dreamt about, and you were able to live it to the fullest with the love of your life. 

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[evansbby]

I would not jump off a cliff for Ari Levinson sorry but I am scared of both heights and death so he'd have to pick one. I can do one for him but not both.

2. the drabble where steve is drunk and sweet to reader 🥹

3. ari is the most handsome ofc

4. bc steve rogers in canon is such a symbol of perfect good boy to explore him going dark and toxic is interesting and hot

5. Andy Barber is the 2nd worst cevans character. Worst goes to Cole Turner

6. The fic that made me cry the most was the dream is gone

7. WG!Ari has it for sexiest smut for me. I still think of him blowing smoke in readers face while she gives him a blowjo

OMG THE WAY YOU ANSWERED ALL THE QUESTIONS 🥹🥹🥹🙏🏼🙏🏼😭😭

1. Ok so what I’m hearing is that you’d indeed jump off a cliff for ari levinson… and guess what, he’d catch you and you’d survive bc he is reliable and you can trust him 🥹

2. I love love love that drabble, and I know it’s most people’s favourite 🥹 it hit extra hard back in the day bc that was back when we’d only reached up till poyt 3 and steve was always always horrible and mean and barely ever nice to omega so it made this drabble extra cute and special 🤧

3. literal facts.

4. EXACTLY! And that’s why whenever I write dark toxic evil steve, I always imagine him to look like clean shaven, all American good boy steve bc it hits so much harder and it’s so much more interesting that the visibly clean cut “good boy” version of steve is actually evil behind closed doors rather than the nomad version.

5. oof. Yes Cole turner is prettyyyy bad. Like super whiny and lame and not hot. But Andy Barber is still the king of being the worst for me.

6. The dream is gone 🥲🥲🥲 that fic truly came out of nowhere but I’m glad I wrote it simply bc I’ve never written anything like that before and it was therefore a challenge but I think I did ok…

7. THE FACT THAT you’re referring to literally one singular sentence from one of the wg parts where Ari blows smoke in reader’s face and laughs!!! Omg and i had forgotten about this until you mentioned it!! I wasn’t expecting this response bahahaha but you’re so right, that’s so hot and wg!Ari is such a menace hahaha.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

GIRL HAVE U SEEN ALL THE NEW CEVANS CONTENT!!! He looks like a hot professor I am very much back in my steve rogers phase omgg

Just shared a drabble a bit ago with a header with one of the new pics.

[stellar-solar-flare]

O T H E R C E V A N S C H A R A C T E R S

Even though I'm mostly a Marvel girl, I occasionally write "x Reader" fics about other characters played by CEvans. Here are all my fics in that category, sorted by character.

All my work is for 18+ only but stories have ratings based on their specific content.

MAIN MASTERLIST | AO3

Beautiful star dividers by @steviebbboi, thank you. Other graphics by me.

A N D Y B A R B E R:

Simmering | Andy Barber x wife!Reader | Mature

You come home to your husband after another long day at work, feeling underappreciated. He wants to make it better. AU, romance, fluff, implied smut, established relationship. Oneshot, 974 words.

A R I L E V I N S O N:

What Makes A Home | ex-soldier!Ari Levinson x neighbor!Reader | T+

Ari, your next-door neighbor, flirts with everyone but not you, his best friend. What's up with that? AU, idiots in love, romance, fluff, friends-to-lovers. Oneshot, 2,385 words.

C O L E T U R N E R:

Crop Rotation | Cole Turner x Reader | G

The way you had looked at him, your beautiful eyes sparkling with curiosity, had made it impossible to stop. AU, pining, romance, fluff. Drabble.

[jamneuromain]

It actually takes me days to reply to this beautiful comment

When I started AWOB, I was so irritated by bragging men surrounding me during a dinner. Participants: my family, and two of my dad's male coworkers. One told a lewd joke, not aimed at me or my mom per se, but rather at the concept of "women", without any regard for two women sitting at the table.

So I texted @ rogerswifesblog (she's so kind and sweet and listened to my ramblings of every wip I've practically dragged her into) and said "y'know? imagine mob!cevans character and secretary reader at a business dinner where reader is disrepected..."

I think I wanted Lloyd here to be respectful (to the bare minimum he can anyway lol) to his working partners, and reader (despite having hemophobia) is attracted to his side. Having seen his "worst" aspect of his personality, I think the reader would be quite surprised at how gentle he can be for the lady he loves (and the ones he cares about)

There's definitely more drabbles on the way and I'll keep it in mind to tag you<333

Thank you for liking and reblogging and such a beautiful comment <333

A Whiff of Blood

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader, Graphic Depiction of Violence (I guess Lloyd is a warning of his own?), Reader has light hemophobia (fear of blood), and ofc, the direction mention and description of blood, sexual harassment

Summary: It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia.

A/N: Based on the prompt from the bingo challenge. The inspiration came from @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates when we were talking about business dinners and such.

The whiff of blood drifts out of Lloyd's office. You scrunch your nose and pull out a piece of tissue with a floral scent to cover half your face.

It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia.

The smell grows stronger, so you uncap your perfume and spritz it all over you.

As long as you turn your head the other way, or mask the scent with something stronger, your phobia will not act up. And considering Lloyd is paying you a hefty salary and bonus, you don't complain.

After all, when choosing jobs, at best, you can only pick two features out of "well-paid", "light work", or "close to home".

You are lucky that you can drive for an hour on weekends to visit your mom who lives in the suburb.

The door to his office swings open with a loud "bang", as if - no, probably, Lloyd kicks it open, and out comes two bodyguards dragging a heavy black garbage bag.

Quite heavy. Like 70 kilograms heavy.

You wouldn't want to speculate what is inside.

You turn your head the other way, facing a rather pleased Lloyd Hansen, the mob boss who pays you to be his secretary.

"Mr. Hansen, I've secured the dinner tonight at 7 pm with Mr. Suza Brewer. He owns the biker gang Hellbend ever since you helped him take out the previous leader Fitzroy. You will be having dinner at the restaurant named Bird. It's adjacent to the Ritz-Carlton, so you can take your pick whether to stay in your suite or go back home. Either way, I'll go tell your driver Denny to get ready." You don't even bother getting up, spinning your chair in his direction, you hand him the files, with a polite smile on your face, "These, I need you to sign so your clubs will be running as usual. Your head accountant Marilyn has an appointment with you in fifteen minutes, and I've called the cleaning crew. They are ready to clean up your office right now."

Lloyd snatches a tissue paper from your desk, wiping his silver blood-stained ring on his middle finger clean, before tossing the reddened, soaked, and irritating odor tissue onto the ground and out of your sight. A small smirk on his lips, Lloyd purses his lips to stroke his mustache with his finger, "Send them in."

You nod, picking up your phone from your desk, when he holds up his hand to stop you for a moment.

"Good job, Y/N." He says curtly.

Lloyd's icy blue eyes zero on you. After a few seconds, he speaks up again, "You're coming to the dinner with me."

You nearly jump from your chair. Shocked, but most importantly, confused, because he has never asked you to present during business dinners.

After all, those who were qualified for "business" are either ruthless or sociopathic. While your boss Lloyd is both, you are neither.

"Mr. Hansen, I-"

"You're off for the rest of the day. Call Denny, he knows where to buy a decent dress." He pulls out his wallet from his inside pocket, and hands his black card to you, "Consider this a bonus." His tone unrelenting, pushing the card on the desk further towards you, he issues his final command, "And tell Denny to find you a stylist."

You swallow your refusal and take his black card.

You know he doesn't take "no" for an answer.

"Thank you, Mr. Hansen."

He hums impatiently, waving his hand to gesture that the conversation is over for him.

For the first hour of the said "business dinner", you try your best to focus on the food in front of you, instead of the Brewer man. He is a few inches shorter than Lloyd, but the look he delivers when he stares at you is simply...

Fearful. Even more than Lloyd.

Having worked for Lloyd for nearly three years, you witnessed he yelled, shouted, pulled out his gun to shoot someone's brain out (you vomited on to his shoes, very unfortunately, for which he yelled at you for approximately half an hour), and of course, being mad at some business partners and the determination in his eyes to eliminate his rivals. But none of his looks scared you like the creepy feeling Suza Brewer brings you.

Lloyd gives off the vibe that he will shoot you alive, while Suza Brewer could skin someone alive. And Suza has not stopped stealing glances in your direction ever since you and Lloyd presented in this dinner.

You look at your plate, cutting a small chunk of carrot in half. Trying your best to ignore the four bodyguards, two from Lloyd and two from Brewer, standing in the back.

Convincing yourself. Maybe this Brewer guy likes to look, similar to many men who passed by your desk to reach Lloyd's office.

You raise your eyes carefully, taking a long exhale as you continue to persuade yourself that Suza Brewer brought a lady to the dinner, probably also why Lloyd has asked you to come along.

After a few glasses of wine, the girl Suza brought sat on his lap boldly, feeding him bites of cherry tomatoes.

"I'll say yes to your proposal. You and me, 50-50." Suza suddenly lets out a laugh, "I just want one tiny thing to sweeten the deal." He squints his eyes, and points his finger towards you, "I want - her."

The small chunk of carrot lingers on your lips as you are about to eat.

The young girl's jealousy could tear you in half, Suza's greasy lips smack together, as if tasting your flesh, and Lloyd simply looks at you, with minimum expression you have ever seen on his face.

"Excuse me?" Lloyd clenches his teeth.

"C'mon, buddy." Brewer smacks Lloyd a bit too hard on his shoulder, barking laughter with his yellow crooked teeth exposed into the air, "You can't keep such a sexy thing all to yourself, eh?" He wiggles his eyes suggestively, "Don't tell me you haven't fucked her yet?"

Now you HAVE to say something.

"Mr. Brewer, I assure you that my work with Mr. Hansen is strictly professional." You smile politely, raising your glass for a toast, "In fact, I think that's what we all want, Mr. Brewer, to have a long-term stable business relationship with Mr. Hansen. Here's to our thriving partnership-"

Brewer gets up from his chair and sways towards you. He could barely walk straight but he still manages to stand behind your chair, lowering his head right where your ear is.

As he speaks, he reeks of wine and meat.

"I'm talking to your boss, bitch. " Brewer snarls, slapping your hand so hard that your wine glass falls to the table. Startling you when you are trying to stay calm. "You are but a plaything to Lloyd Fucking Hansen and I'll have you whether you like it or not."

Now here's the difference between Brewer and the rest of the men who pass you to get to Lloyd's office. For those men, they work for Lloyd, and hence, they wouldn't dare to touch "Lloyd's belonging", which is you. Brewer, on the other hand, is a total wild card, which you understand perfectly as Lloyd worked with him to kill Brewer's adoptive father Fitzroy.

He is as unpredictable and unstable as Lloyd, maybe even more so, because Lloyd certainly hasn't laid a finger on you ever since you worked for him, neither sexually nor violently.

You even your breath as Brewer leans closer He grabs your boobs with his hand, having you freeze on your seat.

"In fact, I'll invite him to watch how I fuck his pretty little whore."

The chill seeps deep into your bones. You urge your body to fight back, but sanity tells you that you would probably end up in a dumpster with a bullet hole on your forehead if you ruin this big deal for Lloyd. For a brief second, you think about begging Lloyd. But in reality, your mind is point blank as the mindset in between "fight or flight" kicks in, and it instructs your body to play dead.

It might be a few seconds. Or a few minutes, before your savior swoops in, saying something that sounds like mumbling to your brain.

"We're done here." Lloyd growls, snatching your wrist with a grip hard enough to bruise, tugging you harshly to leave. Your knee and thigh bump into the wooden arm of the chair, to which you bite your lip in pain, and still too shocked to get your language system back online.

"But our contract-" Brewer shouts to Lloyd.

"I'll get back to you." Lloyd snaps back, pushing and shoving your back to move before him.

Your mind is a blur and cannot recall how Lloyd stuffs you into his limo when he steps outside to smoke. He did, however, throw his coat onto you and shut the car door with a loud "thud", having front-row driver Denny lowering the panel between you, whispering with much concern, "What's wrong?"

You curl your fingers into the black woolen coat. Folding it neatly as you have done hundreds of times when he throws his coat over you or over your desk. Placing it on your legs.

"Here. I'll tune the AC up." Denny showers you with his sympathetic look, as he has never seen you so out of yourself, so soulless, and shivering.

Your mind has been replaying how Brewer grabbed your boobs, and the filth he talked about. You also know that you have nowhere to hide, if Lloyd is determined to get something done, if he wants to deliver you to Brewer.

Though the tinted car window muffled some of Lloyd's angry shouting, you are still able to comprehend that Lloyd just got mad again.

"... CALL ME WHEN IT'S DONE!" Lloyd yells at his phone, opening the car door, and sliding in, taking a big inhale of the warm air inside. Glancing at you, he seems not having returned from his angry state, "AND THIS COAT IS NOT -" He lets out a grumpy huff, "never mind."

After a moment of silence, you feel like you should make your statement, no matter if Lloyd being unreasonable. You simply have to.

It's your life at stake here.

"Mr. Hansen, I just wanted to tell you that it has been a pleasure working with you these past three years. i have gained much experience and knowledge working as your personal secretary and assistant. I want to express my thanks for you cultivating me into a qualifying secretary and no matter what happens, I would want you to know that I cherish our business relationship and accept the consequence."

Lloyd listens through your statement surprisingly patiently, and pinpoints the most crucial idea (he thought that it was) throughout your entire speech, "You want a raise?"

You stutter, "No-No! Mr. Hansen! I wouldn't - What you have given me is well beyond market average and I appreciate your confidence in me."

"Ah. So you want to quit?"

His cold blue eyes stare into you. You gulp in fear.

"Yes, I mean - No, I don't want to quit. But circumstances have ... arisen, which makes me wonder ... uh, if I was able to -"

"I've had enough of it." He grumbles, twisting the ring on his finger, "Your next sentence starts with 'I want' and stop using these big words, sunshine. One sentence. Not another word."

"I - I want you to not deliver me to Suza Brewer." You quickly say, "Mr. Hansen." You did your best to be respectful.

His grumpy expression lingers on his face for a second, before turning into disbelief, "That's all you're asking for?"

"Yes...? I really liked working with you, Mr. Hansen, and I don't want to be put into a position that you are choosing between me and your ... business." Seeing that his mustache is twitching, inching close to a sneer, you add, "If you could just let me go, and claimed that I slipped through your custody or got away as soon as I could, I think that Mr. Suza would not mind that much -"

His index finger points up to shush you.

Lloyd snorts, fishing out a box of tictac and popping two colored-candy into his mouth.

Crushing the sugary treat with his jaw, he closes his eyes and roots his upper body firmly onto the back seat, "Denny, take us to the warehouse by the Westside Pier."

The Westside Pier.

The one place Lloyd would go to if he captures a traitor or fulfills a hitman contract.

The one place he could make a body completely go away.

He's about to end ... you?

The cold October wind does nothing to help you fight against the icy feeling in your bones.

The stylist Denny founded accompanied you during shopping and chose a most-fitting black dress for you, which goes a little over the knees. Along with the warm AC everywhere, the length didn't bother you -

-until now.

You hold Lloyd's folded coat in your hand, following Lloyd out of the car with teeth clattering, more out of cold than of the horrible thoughts of what he would do to you.

Lloyd turns around, grunting in a sarcastic way, "Can't believe your clever brain didn't work out why the coat-" before he stops whatever that's about to go through his lips, roughly taking the coat from your hands and putting it around your shoulders, "Try not to freeze to death."

Your hesitant expression must have been obvious, because he looks at you and purses his lips in slight irritation, "Don't do anything stupid. And follow me."

What does this even mean? That he doesn't want to kill you after all? Or that he has changed his mind and thought you know too many secrets to be alive?

Your mind buzzing with thoughts as you follow Lloyd through the gate of the notorious warehouse.

The swinging lightbulb over your head and the faint smell of blood make you nauseous. You have not stepped foot into this warehouse because you have heard of the cruel things Lloyd has done to his opponents, all of which happened here.

"I don't care how much your boss pays you, I-I'll pay you double!" A man screeches pathetically, taking hit after hit on his stomach from Lloyd's muscle man as two other hold him upright.

Looking at Lloyd's direction, the man's swollen and bruised face lights up in an instant.

"Lloyd! Buddy!" He gobbles in a mouthful of blood, "So glad, ehhehe, you came!"

Lloyd grabs his hair, and punches him in the stomach.

"Fuck you, buddy," Lloyd swings another punch at Brewer's stomach, a cold smile on his lips, "fuck you, alright?"

A sharp scream of pain. "Lloyd, I don't understand-"

Lloyd drags his head in front of you, bending his neck to face you, to which you cover your nose because of the strong smell of blood bombarding your nerves. "There. She's my people. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. Got it, you dumb fuck?"

"Sorry!" The man shrieks his apology, "I'm sorry!"

Oh. So that's what he meant.

You bury your nose under his soft woolen coat. Burying the lower half of your face. Your cheeks getting warm, and a small grin creeps up.

Feels kind of nice. To have someone watching over you.

"Our business," Brewer pants, coughing out blood, losing a few of his teeth, "you need me to do our business, Lloyd."

Lloyd smirks, waving to gesture the removal of Brewer.

The man is still screaming he's sorry, but the two muscles hold him by his arms, forcing him to stand on the edge of the pier and tying a large rock around his waist.

"But Mr. Hansen," You stop him in his tracks, "your business, your deal with-"

You point towards Suza Brewer, now with a gag so all he could manage is some muffled voices.

"Don't worry your head around it, sunshine." Lloyd places his hand on the coat collar and tugging it tighter. The look on his face blank, but somehow more sincere than his cold grins, "I'm working with his stepbrother now. Pal is so grateful that I help him take care of Suza; he decided to offer me 70% of the cut."

You let out a whispered "Oh". Glad that Lloyd's "business" is thriving but also ... not that glad.

He's doing this for his business after all ... while he'd get to ... make it up for you?

A strange feeling tugging your heart. Some sort of relief, but not entirely. You are disappointed, somehow, as if you believed there should have been more to this gesture.

The muffled screaming stops after a loud splash comes from the edge of the pier.

The three muscle men return. One of them announces: "He's been taken care of, boss."

Smelling the whiff of blood on them, you can't help but crouch onto the ground and hurl your guts out.

Lloyd gestures those men to "beat it". And as the air clears from the smell of rusted iron and salt, a white handkerchief dangles in front of your eyes.

"Don't puke over my shoes again." Lloyd stands still, pinching his handkerchief between his index and middle finger, handing it to you.

You gag a few times, covering your mouth with the smooth white handkerchief, turning into another direction other than his shoes.

"Mr. Hansen, I don't know you -" You fight the instinct to be sick in front of him, standing up from your crouching position with wobbly legs, "carry a handkerchief." You take a deep breath to calm your nerves, wiping the corner of your mouth using the white fabric, now stained with the red smudge of your lipstick, "I'll dry clean it along with your coat, and send it-"

He seizes the handkerchief and stuffs it in his front pocket, "Don't bother."

He pats on your shoulder. The same way he would pat his men. A silent encouragement and praise of "Good work".

"Mr. Hansen, I-"

You want to say something. The precise moment when your heart skipped a beat and you've captured something vague in your mind, some terrifying yet imminent. Your bones rattle in the possibility of the blurry idea. But when his blue eyes turn to you, the idea takes its chance and slips from your mind.

"-thank you." Is all you could say.

"Wait for me in the car." He searches his pocket for his box of matches and cigarette, waving his hand, shushing you away, with the cig between his lips. He sounds stern as ever, but deep down, you feel like something has changed.

Lloyd watches you as you head back to the car. You, his tiny, fragile, delicate, poor little secretary who gets sick at the sight or the smell of blood.

He watches you still wrapped in his coat. When the cold October wind sweeps by your feet, you shiver under the warm expensive wool.

He stares for a long time when the match used to light his cigarette burns the tip of his fingers.

"Shit." He grumbles.

[holylulusworld]

What you can cook!? 🤔

Like you never for him, you Cevan junkie!!! 😂🤣😂

Will you do some drabble or short fics?

I may or may not have already written one for Steve and another for Lloyd...😂😂