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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Nrfth (8) - Leave it all behind

Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, we stan Tracey in this house, Tracey is the best friend ever, hurt & comfort (not Chris), unplanned pregnancy, language

A/N: Please consider I changed the timeline (timespan between the movies) a little to match my story. We are now in 2013, two years after they met.

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 7

Three months later, …

“Babe, you need to eat something. Anything. Let me order food.” Tracey sits next to you on your couch. “I know, Y/N. I know it feels like your whole body is sore.”

“He didn’t just end things with me for some other girl, Trace.” You wipe your face. “He cut me out of his life.”

She glances at the muted TV, sighing deeply. “Y/N let’s get out of here for a while. We can just…” She drops her eyes to your middle, sighing once again. “Why did you never tell him?”

“Did you not see the news? I bet the bitch taking over the role in the Avengers movie is the one he chose over me. She didn’t do just a cameo. She has at least five scenes with the Avengers. And, they have the audacity to resurrect my character at the show.”

“What?” Tracey gapes at you like she got punched in the face. “But they let you die, Y/N.”

“Yep,” you pop the ‘p’. “They resurrect my character and surprise,” you chuckle humorlessly, “that bitch will take over my role at the show too.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“I wish,” you choke on your tears once again. “I can’t take a job because of my circumstances while Chris parades his bitch around town, or rather he shows her off in every interview as his new sidekick. They gave her my role, Tracey! MY ROLE!”

“That’s so fucked up,” she grunts. “Breaking up with you was one thing but this is…like he’s not the same person. Maybe this is a serious case of body snatching.”

“Body snatching?” You laugh for the first time in weeks. “Really?”

“Like in the old movie,” she mutters. “Don’t you remember? We watched it when we were kids. You got scared and I had to hold your hand the whole night.”

“Invasion of the Body Snatchers, I remember,” you say with a smile. Tracey was always there for you. Even when she was scared too, she held your hand. “I wish they exchanged Chris, but this is all him. I don’t know how I could not see he’s like that.”

“Hmmm…I don’t understand him. Out of the blue, he breaks up with you and ruins your career.” Tracey knits her brows together. “This is too fishy. Maybe you should try to talk to him one last time. He owes you an explanation.”

“Men are pigs,” you scrunch up your nose. “Please make sure that I never fall for one of them ever again. From now on, I’m cured of men…”

You’re restless tonight.

No wonder. Tomorrow you should’ve been on set again to film the new season of your show. Now someone else will play your role and you are stuck at your apartment.

“Babe, did you listen? That fandom guy messaged you again on Twitter. He wants to know why you left the show,” Tracey sighs as you look at her. “Why don’t you tell him what happened? Maybe if the fans of the show get to know about the shit Evans and the studio pulled they’ll cancel the show.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Trace.” You give her a sad smile. “He made his decision. The studio too. I got to move on. It sucks but there is nothing I can do about it.”

“That bitch stole your role in the movie and the show!” Tracey mutters. She throws her hands up as you turn around to stare out of the window. “Make them pay, Y/N.”

“No.”

“Let me at least scratch his car or use my baseball bat to remodel his face.”

“I thought he loves me too,” you sniff. “Love, such a stupid word for something breaking you down to nothing.”

“Y/N,” Tracey softly says. “Let’s go for a walk or eat ice cream. Just stop hiding at your apartment.”

“He didn’t even try to contact me. I realized a few days ago, that he never gave a shit about me.” You shrug. “I wanted to call Chris to tell him about…”

“Babe, you don’t need that asshole. We’ve got this. If you want me to, I’ll be your baby daddy.”

You snort, and then, you start laughing and crying. “Thank you,” you wrap her in a hug, “Daddy.”

Now Tracey laughs too as you hold each other. “Do you remember the guy giving me STDs? I was so in love that I got a tattoo with his name. I let them tattoo my ass, babe. I’m one stupid bitch too.”

“What’s with men these days? Why are they all assholes?”

Another month later, New Zealand, …

“I like it. What do you say?” Tracey watches you look around the new apartment. You decided to leave Hollywood and turn your back on the film industry in your country.

This means you have to move out of your old apartment as fast as possible and leave the world you believed you know so well behind.

“I like it too.” You should have a look around the apartment you want to rent, but you can’t focus. You are miles away, still wound tight as you saw an interview with Chris and his new sidekick last night. “I think this is it, Trace.”

“Babe, are you sure? This is going to be your new home.” You can hear the worry in her voice.

Tracey was, once again, your rock. She’s so much more than a friend.

How would you call the one dragging you out of your bed to make sure you eat? The only person who understands how you function and feel.

Friend. Ally. Sister. Soulmate.

“Hmmm…” you take a deep breath. “You’re right.” It’s time to focus on taking your life back in your hands. For almost four months you let the decisions someone else made dictate your life. “Let’s have a closer look, shall we?”

You hold out your hand for Tracey. She smiles and takes it. “We will get you through this too, Y/N. No man is worth your tears or that you stop living the life you built for yourself.”

You grin as Tracey props her feet onto the coffee table. She just finished carrying one of the last moving boxes into your new home and now, she’s chewing on a slice of pizza.

“I like it,” you say more to yourself than your friend. “My new job is great too. I always loved working behind the scenes, and this is my chance to do so.”

“How’s the bean today?” She drops her eyes to your swollen belly. “Does the bean want more pizza?”

“Can you not call them bean all the time?” Tracey snorts at your angry expression. “Even though their father is an asshole, I love them.”

“I love them too,” she coos and places her hand on your belly. “Good thing Aunt Tracey will buy them all the things you won’t. I’ll hang out with them and teach them how to mess with bitches.”

Smiling you look at your friend. She moved heaven and hell to help you get where you are now. Tracey even quit her job and moved to New Zealand to help you buy a house which you couldn’t have effort otherwise.

“They will love you too, babe.”

“I know.” She shrugs. “How could they not love me?”

At the other end of the world, Chris stares at a picture of you on his phone. He took it while you were asleep. He sighs and shuts off his phone.

For days he tried to reach out to you. It took him almost five months, but he found the strength to face you after what he did to you only to find you gone.

He missed the chance to tell you the truth, and it breaks his heart…

>> Part 9

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phantomstatistician · 1 month

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Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada

Sample Size: 219 crossover stories

Source: AO3

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mostly-marvel-musings · 2 years

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omg i have been MIA for so long!! how are u?

also, if u are taking any requests what about CEO chris hemsworth x reader with age gap?

CEO

A/N: This gif is so unfair…just 🫠 @agustdowney I’m well, darling! Hope you enjoy this!

Pairing: CEO! Chris Hemsworth x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ significant age gap (10 years maybe?) smut & fluff.

Bleary.

If you could sum up your current state in a word, that would be it. A dull but pounding headache was one of the first things you felt as you roused from sleep, along with a wave of nausea.

Sheets crumpled between your bare legs, you untangled them in a hurry to bolt towards the bathroom to empty your stomach, that instant pang of regret for having one too many drinks last night.

What you later registered was the dull, fading ache between your legs and the sore spots against your skin which in the mirror revealed dark, bruised hickeys along your neck and a couple on the inside of your thigh.

Last night.

Or rather little bits of it were coming back to you, the bar your friend dragged you to, the handsome stranger you met while getting your drinks, a casual conversation that turned into heavy flirting.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Can I buy you a new pick up line?”

Your snarky revert reached Chris’s ears before he saw you rolling your eyes at the stranger who had decided to hit on you at the bar.

His chuckle made you turn to him and lock eyes, the bluest of the blue and the kindest you had ever seen before you shamelessly checked him out, the man was gorgeous.

“You don’t have a go to line, do you?”

“Nope. Never needed one to be honest.” His baritone was enough to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach even with the loud music that blasted through the speakers. The man was kinda cocky, but there was something about him, you had to admit.

“Oh he’s humble.” You giggled, watching his eyes crinkle in the corners.

One thing led to another as the conversation flowed along with drinks, the chemistry was palpable, almost electric as the two of you talked through the night.

The next thing you vaguely remembered was stumbling inside your apartment, knocking the furniture over as Chris carried you in, his lips attached to your neck while ridding you of your clothes in a hurry.

When you made it to your dimly lit bedroom, your eyes shamelessly raked over his physique after unbuttoning his shirt.

The man was surely built by the Gods, a perfectly toned chest that led down to his chiseled abdomen, further down his happy trail and boxer covered manhood.

He was sly enough to put on a show for you, peeling his shirt off of his shoulders to display his arms that were easily the size of your thighs.

Strong and ripped, the veins that popped up were enough to make you clench your thighs together, your mind already wandering places fuelled with the potent mix of alcohol running through your system, clouding your rational thoughts.

All of that wandering turned into a reality as Chris crawled up your body, holding the back of your knees as his bristly beard brushed against your thighs, creating a delicious friction as his mouth approached your clothed cover.

It took you a beat to register what he was doing as your panties were slid aside to expose your moist core.

With a slight nudge of his nose, he pushed your clit hood upward, his tongue peeking out just a little before the sound of your panties ripping into shreds next caused you to yelp and giggle drunkenly.

Chris attacked your cunt like a starved man, holding your legs apart while his tongue lay flat against your folds, teasing and coaxing them open before plunging inside, letting out a grunt of approval as you writhed beneath him, fingers twisted in his short, deep blonde hair.

Your mouth opened willingly as he silently commanded you to suck on his fingers, his smirk disappeared between your legs when you obeyed like a good girl.

“Dear Gods above, don’t stop!” You moaned, back arching off the bed as that wicked tongue circled over your bundle of nerves while he pushed his thick fingers inside your tight heat, murmuring how good you felt as your warmth swallowed them.

In a haze of alcohol and pleasure that coursed through your veins, you came as he added a third digit, curling them over your spot that sent you over the edge.

Your body shuddered as the aftershocks wracked through, a warm flush spread across your skin as your ragged breathing continued, legs almost clamping shut at the sensitivity as you felt him litter your skin with angry, red marks that were sure to turn sore tomorrow.

As he crawled up your body, littering small kisses all over, sleep and exhaustion tugged at your eyelids, the drowsiness that followed had you pass out before you could comprehend.

Chris chuckled to himself as you began snoring lightly, covering you up with a blanket laying on his side, gazing at you as you slept.

Chris.

You hadn’t bothered to register his last name before the two of had stumbled home in the wee hours of the night.

Peeking out of your bathroom door, you caught him sitting up in your bed and stretching. The taut muscles in his back flexing in the most delicious way as he stood up and shrugged on his shirt from the night before.

“You know, we’re in your apartment. You don’t have to act like a little spy.”

He smirked looking over his shoulder, clearly aware of your shameless staring. The way his voice was deeper in baritone in the mornings was enough to fluster you, along with his towering and slightly intimidating presence in your tiny apartment.

The guy could be well out of your league, you thought. Morning afters had the habit of giving a reality check like nothing else.

“You should be illegal.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, regretting it as his smug grin widened, he was clearly enjoying himself.

“Did you uh—I mean, did we have—”

“Sex? No. We would have, but you were snoring away happily after I went to town on you. Anyway, I wouldn’t have tried anything. I would very much have you screaming my name when you’re in your senses.”

The memory of his tongue working wonders on you came rushing back albeit hazy as your thighs pressed together at the mention.

The smug bastard.

Chris swiftly moved to your kitchen, curiosity asking you to follow him to find him reach for a glass of water and some pills for your headache.

“I trust your head is killing you?”

“Why thanks, it is.” You sassed back, doing a rather poor job of it but willingly accepting them from him.

“Rest up. You need it.”

He ordered you around with a certain undeniable authority, leaving you at a loss for words as he casually wandered around your space, making himself comfortable on your couch.

He wasn’t wrong, you needed sleep to recover. Especially when you had an interview to prep for later in the evening. That was in a couple of hours as your eyes landed on the clock on your wall.

“I’m screwed.”

“Excuse me?”

“No! I mean, I—I have a job interview later today, its for this big company and I do not have the time to prepare for it. I’m so gonna blow my chances of getting through this one. Why do I do this?”

You cursed under your breath, massaging your temples as you muttered mostly to yourself, missing the fact that Chris was buttoning up his shirt, ready to leave.

“I’m sure you’ll nail it. You’re better than you give yourself credit for.”

You walked him out after throwing on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts, for lack of a better option. A part of you wanted him to stay for breakfast, but mostly you reminded yourself that this was just a one night stand, probably leading nowhere.

“Good luck. It was very nice meeting you, Miss (Y/L/N). I guess I’ll see you around.” He winked, squeezing your shoulder and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before disappearing behind the door.

…

Your computer was set up for the interview, thankfully it was virtual one, a quick chat with your head hunter before you would be connected to the HR and finally the CEO of the company.

Fixing your hair one last time, your feet tapped against the chair as the meeting proceeded. They seemed happy with you and you were pretty confident as the time passed. It was finally time for a quick introduction with the CEO and the nerves kicked in once more.

The screen revealed the back of an office chair, a plush, dark leather one before it swivelled to reveal the man himself, dressed in a crisp grey suit and the signature smirk as he turned to look at you.

Chris.

It was beyond a shock at this point, your brain forgot how to function and you had to struggle to keep your eyes from widening and to not let the situation horrify you.

You were hoping the internet would glitch at some point and it would spare you the horror and embarrassment about the fact that you had spent the night with this very man who would now decide your fate in the company.

You were definitely screwed.

“Miss (Y/L/N). We’ve met sooner than I thought we would.”

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Hard To Handle

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x PlusSize!Handler!Reader (Fem!Reader) (RPF)

My Masterlist

Summary: You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

Warnings: 18+, minors plz go away, dark fic(or my attempt at one), dub/non-con, soft!dark!Sebastian, smut, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, biting/marking, manhandling, choking, edging, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, angst, light dom/sub, swearing, fat shaming/name calling(not by seb), mentions of body image issues // If there are warnings I missed plz lmk so I can include them. In general, if this type of content is triggering for u DNI. Read at ur own risk

Word Count: 5,100

A/N- This is my first dark fic, or at least kinda dark? Idk but I hope you enjoy it! Seb is obviously OOC (since this is a dark fic) he’s also a bit of a brat😉 I tried my best w/ the Romanian but I don’t speak it so take it at face value plz. Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story is also on my AO3 account, Ruby_Nation, but should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

I want to shoutout the writers who lured me to the dark side with their incredible fics @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @kinanabinks @angryschnauzer @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Famous actor Sebastian Stan was a lot of things: charming, intelligent, insanely talented, a hilarious goofball, and, of course, drop-dead gorgeous. There was something about his chiseled jaw and hooded gaze that made it impossible to look away from the celebrity. What Sebastian Stan was not, however, was good at following rules. Your rules, to be exact. As his handler, you had specific stipulations set out for him to follow. But did famous actor Sebastian Stan listen to said rules? No, of course not. This made your job as his glorified babysitter immensely more challenging. Since, every time he disregarded your directives, you were the one who dealt with the repercussions. He knew this, and yet on the very first stop of his press tour, he decided to run off and galavant around an unfamiliar city unsupervised.

5 hours earlier

When you arrived at the hotel with Sebastian, it was 7 pm. Your jet-lagged self was still on LA time, though, so it felt more like 9 pm to you. At least your room was nice, even if it was connected to Sebastian’s by a single door. You quickly changed out of your travel outfit, unpacked your toiletry bag-since hotel shampoo was a cruel joke-and went to the bathroom. After that, you walked over to the door that lead to Sebastian’s room and knocked. No answer. You knocked again, “Sebastian! We need to go over tomorrow’s itinerary.” Still nothing. Luckily, the door was unlocked. A subsequent sweep of his quarters revealed that they were empty.

Shit.

That slippery motherfucker had once again escaped under your watchful eye. Okay, maybe not so watchful since you had been on the other side of a wall when he slipped away. But he was only out of eyeshot for about twenty minutes and he managed to not only fly the coop but also unpack all of his luggage. He had so many suitcases! How in the world did he unpack them all so fast? Not that it mattered, because when you found him you were going to handcuff him to one of those god-damn oversized suitcases. See how he liked lugging around an inconvenient charge for a change.

Present

Now you were wandering around the nightlife district looking for the escaped actor. You stopped outside a bar that could only be described with the word “dive” in front of it. This had to be it since you had scoured every other location in the area that offered booze and/or entertainment. You had waded through drunken crowds in cramped bars, had enjoyed some nice piano music at a more upscale establishment, you had even witnessed a very flexible dancer shimmy up a pole and then drop back down it hanging on with only one leg. Still, Sebastian was nowhere to be found.

At one of the places, you thought you’d found him sitting on a stool at a bar with his back turned to you. You tapped his shoulder and instead found a drunken man in his 50s. The stench of bottom-shelf whiskey wafted off of him. He teetered in his seat on the verge of toppling over. He’d leaned towards you, either because he thought your touch had been a sign of womanly desire or gravity had finally caught up to his unbalanced state. Either way, you leaped back, smacking into a waitress carrying a tray of beer. The tray went flying. The beer went on you.

So, you were in a particularly foul mood as you walked into the last bar on your quest to find the most annoying actor on the planet. You were soaked in cheap booze and out forty bucks you had used to comp the spilt drinks. It took one sweep of the bar’s interior to spot the man you had been trying to find for the past five hours.

He was standing under dim lights in the back, surrounded by a boisterous group of men. The bastard was playing pool. By the carefree look on Sebastian’s face and the way he was joking around with his new buddies, his evening had been a lot less shitty than yours. You centered yourself, trying your best to reign in the anger thrumming through your entire being, and strode towards the man who made your job, no, your life, a constant stress-inducing nightmare.

Sebastian stood at the far end of the pool table, lining up his cue stick to sink the last solid ball on the pool table. His relaxed demeanor was all confidence, but the slight furrow of his brow gave away how deeply he was focusing. You shoved your way through the loud men gathered around the table. When you finally reached Sebastian, you stopped at his side, glaring at him with murderous intent. You expected him to notice the waves of thinly veiled rage radiating from your presence right away. But instead of turning around to beg for forgiveness, he just kept staring at the ball in front of him, oblivious to your fuming state. At this point, you had had enough of this bullshit and just wanted to get back to the god-damn hotel.

“Hey, asshole!” You shouted so that your voice was heard over the roaring group of men. Unfortunately, since you were right next to his ear, you startled him. Sebastian jumped. The hand that was gripping his cue stick flew forward, sending the cue ball directly into a side pocket. Members of Sebastian’s team went into an uproar, furious about the scratch.

Sebastian whipped around, surprise and anger etched into his features, “Y/N?! What the hell? What are you doing here?”

You were about to retort when a large hand grasped your shoulder and spun you around to face a man who looked like a frat bro mixed with a pickup truck. He fumed, “You just fucking cost us the game! I’m out two hundred bucks now, you fat bitch!”

Normally, you were able to keep your cool whenever insults were thrown at you. Years of similar-looking asshats calling you all types of degrading names had given you pretty thick skin. However, there was something about this particular meathead that broke through it. The awful night you were having probably had something to do with it too. You stood on your tip-toes, getting up in his face, “What did you just call me? If I were you, I’d turn the fuck around, prick.”

He lowered his head, closing the distance between the two of you even more. His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of cigarettes and dollar store cologne, “And why’s that, little piggy?”

You saw red. You swung your fist back, about to go for a gut punch when a large body pushed between you and the truck man. Sebastian looked like he wanted to hit the other guy too, but instead, he wrapped a hand around your arm and held you at a distance.

In a flash, Sebastian’s cool demeanor returned, “I’m sorry about my… sister, Tod, she’s just in a bad mood right now, ya ‘know?” He gave the man a tight smile as if letting him in on a little joke.

You stepped forward to protest, “I am not his sis–” His grip on your upper arm squeezed tighter. “Ow!” you squeaked, but he just kept looking forward, not even glancing back at you.

Tod, formerly known as Pissface, seemed to accept Sebastian’s explanation. Apparently, though, he still felt the need to give his two cents on why you were in such a “bad mood” as Sebastian had put it, “Yeah. She’s probably on the rag, man.”

You rolled your eyes, of course. Of course, a grade-A troll like him would say that. Of fucking course.

Pissface–Tod–continued to run his mouth, “I thought she was some stalker man, you guys don’t even look related.”

Sebastian laughed humorlessly, “She takes after our mom.”

“Huh. Either way, you should put a muzzle on that thing,” Tod nodded towards you. You flipped him the bird and he sneered back at you. “Ugly fat chicks like you always have the bitchiest personalities,” he turned his head back to Sebastian, “Good luck getting any tonight if that’s your wingman.” With those departing words, the deadshit man walked off. Sebastian made no move to rebuke the insult. Instead, he pulled you towards the exit, only pausing to shove a wad of cash at a waitress to cover whatever expenses he’d racked up.

Sebastian burst through the exit door, your arm still clutched in his vice-like grip. He dragged you down the street before finally letting you go.

You rubbed the spot on your arm he had held and swiveled to glare at the bar that was now almost out of sight. “God, what a douchebag. I’m glad he lost all that money,” you turned your gaze back to where Sebastian stood, illuminated by a lamppost, “why were you even on a team with a dick like him? I’m sure his friends weren’t any better. What’s wrong with y-”

“Y/N, Shut up!” Sebastian yelled, his usually relaxed tone gone. You took a step back in surprise. His eyes stared daggers at you and there was a brooding aura around him all of a sudden. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his body was stiff as if holding back rage. For the first time since you had started working for him, Sebastian Stan was legitimately pissed off. He tended to be the one who rolled with the punches, who wasn’t bothered by anything. But now, he looked furious. And for whatever reason, his newfound anger was targeted at you.

You were immediately on the defensive, “What’s your problem? Why are you angry with me? Pissface back there was the one being an ass,” you took a few steps closer to him to prove that you weren’t intimidated by his menacing presence, “And I’m the one who has the right to be angry at you!”

He narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips, leaning forward, as if talking to a petulant child, “And why is that?”

You let out a frustrated noise. “What do you mean, ‘why’? You snuck off again! Sebastian, you are so selfish, you know that!? I’ve been searching all over, by myself, trying to find you for the past–” you checked the time-“five and a half hours!”

Your words made Sebastian pause, “You’ve been what?” he didn’t let you answer, “Why the hell have you been out here alone at night? And trying to start a fight with some wannabe pool hustler? You’re lucky I saved you from getting your ass handed to you back there.”

“I didn’t ask you to! I can handle myself just fine. I’m not some fragile doll, look at me,” you gestured to yourself, “I’m a big girl, I can fight my own battles.”

“You’re telling me you could have taken on that prick back there? What about all of his buddies, huh? You don’t think before you act, Y/N.” He said your name like an irritated parent reprimanding their child. “Why’re you so fuckin’ reckless!?” Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends, “Y/N, you’re my handler, not my bodyguard. And even if you were, I still wouldn’t want you wandering around a strange new city at night by yourself.”

“Sebastian, that’s exactly what you did,” you deadpan.

“That’s obviously different, Y/N,” he said flippantly, brushing aside your very valid point, “I can’t believe I have to explain this to you. You’re a woman, that makes you vulnerable. The world is full of dangerous people, Y/N. Especially men, who would do god knows what to you if given the opportunity. That’s true in any situation, but when you do this?!” He threw his hands up in the air, exasperated, “You’re just asking for some random bastard to take advantage of you.”

He was missing the point, “Like I said before; you don’t have any reason to be so worked up. If I was smaller I’d understand your concern, but since I look the way I do, I don’t have to worry about being ‘taken advantage of’ as you put so lightly.”

“What does your size have to do with anything, Y/N?”

You shook your head, he just didn’t get it. “My whole life I’ve been pretty much ignored by the entirety of the male species, and when they do notice me it’s to reaffirm how repulsive they find me. All because of my size,” your words tasted like bile, painful but true, “That fact doesn’t change when I’m out on my own or when it’s after sundown.” Why was he making you explain this? How could he not see what was so obvious to everyone else?

Sebastian’s voice was somber now, “That kind of thinking is going to get you hurt, Y/N. Or worse, killed.”

Deep down you knew some of what Sebastian said was true but there was no way you were bowing down to his claims, “How would you even know? You have no idea what it’s like to be me. You never will.” His blue eyes were filled with concern and something else. Something you despised: pity.

Finished with the conversation, you decided to stop sugarcoating your words, “Sebastian, get it through your thick skull, no man is going to violate me! I’m too big, too fat, too disgusting! I’m just not worth it!" You were out of breath with your words, and your eyes brimmed with spite-filled tears. Sebastian stared at you, wide-eyed and lips parted in disbelief at your outburst. You quickly turned away from him, trying to discreetly rub the tears from your eyes.

“We are done talking about this. As your handler, I am the one responsible for keeping you out of harm's way and fixing any screwups you cause. I will not apologize for doing my job by coming down here to find you. I am the one who lays down the law, not you.” You took out your phone. “Now, I’m calling us a ride and we’re going back to the hotel. That’s an order.”

Quick steps sounded behind you and when you turned back around Sebastian was right in front of you, “What are you do–”

He snatched your phone away.

“Hey–”

Sebastian grabbed your now phoneless hand and tugged you towards a nearby ally. He kept hold of your wrist as you stumbled after him, confused. What was happening? Had he seen some paparazzi and was trying to hide? If so, he didn’t have to be so rough.

Once you were off the sidewalk and out of sight he pulled up short. You ran into him, unprepared for his sudden halt. Right as you were trying to pull free, he dropped your wrist. You stumbled forward and caught yourself on the brick wall in front of you.

Before you could right yourself, Sebastian was there, pressing his muscled body flush against your backside. What was happening? Startled, you tried to push yourself off the wall to get away from him. His hands shot forward and yanked your flailing fists behind your back. His right hand locked them in place with its strong grip. His left arm wrapped around your soft middle, fingers skimming your waist. It all happened so fast. You froze-too overwhelmed by Sebastian caging you against himself. His heated presence overpowered your senses. You couldn’t utter a single sound.

Sebastian was now devoid of the anger that had been coursing through his veins just a moment ago. His face nuzzled into your neck and shivers shot down your spine at the feel of his rough stubble scraping your skin. He breathed you in and let out a guttural sound. “You smell like beer,” he chuckled. The low rumble of his dark laughter slid over you like a velvety blanket. It caressed every nook and cranny of your body. He flicked his tongue against the base of your neck, sending tingles along your arms, “Taste like it too.”

“Seb-”

You tried to protest but his tongue returned to your skin and you were once again rendered speechless. He licked a languid stripe from the base of your neck up to the notch of your jaw, nipping at the sensitive flesh. You yelped. His rough lips curved into a devious smile as he continued his assault on your exposed throat. Sebastian must have felt your heartbeat increase under his touch because he nipped at your pulse point. He dug his teeth in deeper this time, almost breaking skin. Your cry of pain morphed into a groan of pleasure when he sucked at the spot and then smoothed his tongue over it.

While his mouth continued to explore your throat, his left hand began its own expedition. It trailed up your stomach and landed on your right breast. When he squeezed and felt your hard nipple straining against the confines of your clothes, he let out a low growl. You gasped when he balled up the front of your blouse in his fist. He wouldn’t dare. He pulled down, tearing the still damp fabric apart. Before you had the chance to rebuke him for having the audacity to rip one of your favorite shirts, his hand once again cupped your breast, this time slipping underneath your bra. His thick fingers rolled over your sensitive nipple and the sound you made was something so obscene you couldn’t believe that you had just produced it. He rubbed your already swollen nub raw. His fingers pinched and plucked and squeezed until you were a writhing mess in his arms, trying to escape the overstimulation.

“Shh, shh, shh,” his lurid voice whispered in your ear, “it’s okay, Y/N, I’ve got you. You’re doing just fine, sweetheart. God, you feel like perfection.” Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations and slid his hand up to your neck. He didn’t squeeze, just wrapped his fingers around your throat. He felt the thrum of your heartbeat against his thumb. Sebastian inhaled deeply, basking in your scent, “I knew you would be perfection,”

He caressed the underside of your jaw with his calloused thumb and smiled when you shuddered at his touch. You were at his mercy, he was the one in charge now. It was he who made the rules and kept you in place, “You may think no man is ever looking at you, but trust me, I haven’t been able to look away since the day we met.” His tone was deceptively calm, but his heavy panting proved that he was just as worked up as you were.

“You’re my every desire,” he growled, “do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about doing this exact thing? About pinning you down and touching every inch of you? Touching, caressing, squeezing your body until you’re a moaning mess. Unable to utter a single, infuriating word.” As he spoke he released his hold on your wrists, instead moving to the button of your jeans. He paused, his fingers skimmed over the clasp as if waiting to see what your next move would be. You couldn’t move, even if they were free now. You weren’t sure how he would react if you did, and you didn’t want to find out. This was not the Sebastian Stan you knew. This was something dark and unpredictable, something primal. A small part of your brain claimed that the real reason you didn’t fight was that you wanted him. That you wanted Sebastian to fuck you until you forgot your own name. “Good girl,” he remarked when you stayed still. You involuntarily preened at his praise, arching your back and grinding your ass against his crotch. He was hard, and from the feel of him, he was large.

Sebastian hissed, sucking in a groan at the feeling of your ass against his throbbing erection, “You are infuriating, dragă,” he knew you despised his Romanian nickname for you. You had always assumed he used it to taunt you. You were nobody’s “darling.” Maybe he had been sincere this whole time. “You drive me crazy with every order, every scowl, every negative comment you throw at yourself.” He slipped his hand under your waistband, roaming down towards your sex. His fingers danced just above your heated center. “I think I’ve finally found a way to shut you up,” He cupped your mound, his chest rumbled when he felt the evidence of just how aroused you were.

“S-Sebastian, please–” you weren’t sure if you were pleading for him to stop or for him to actually do something. Sebastian decided it was the latter and plunged a thick finger into your dripping pussy.

He drew in a quick breath, “Fuck, you’re tight, sweetheart. Not sure if you’ll be able to take all of me-” he added another finger, working to get you ready-“but we won’t know until we try.” He continued to press and stretch your walls. When he added a third finger you lost it, giving up on holding back any sounds. The brief moments his palm brushed over your clit you mewled, desperate for more pressure on the pulsating bud.

His hand that was still fisted around your neck squeezed before dropping down. He pushed down your pants even more so that they laid at your knees He pulled your thick thighs further apart, widening your stance for easier access to your drenched hole. When his fingers began an assault on your bundle of nerves you threw your head back, and obscene sounds flew from your lips. The fingers inside of you pressed against your G-spot and you started to tremble from the overstimulation.

Sebastian ran his chin along your jaw. The knowledge that he was making you come undone with only his hands was driving him crazy. He ground his clothed erection against your ass, smiling when you gasped at the feel of him. Focus back on you, he flattened his thumb on your clit, massaging it with precise motions. He was greedy for your release.

It was all too much: Sebastian’s fingers pumping in and out of you, the exquisite pressure he was forcing upon your clit, the feel of his heavy breaths against your ear. You convulsed in his arms, your back arching up as molten lava flowed through your veins.

You were still recovering from the high his fingers had just pulled from you, but Sebastian didn’t care. There was no way he was waiting another second to fuck you. He spun you around to face him. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hands moved to his pants. He pulled out his cock. It was thick and long, precum was already leaking from the tip. He stroked it from base to tip while his eyes devoured your disheveled state. Your breasts bounced with your every gasping breath. Your peaked nipples were still raw from his earlier torment. It looked like you might crumble that very second, too wrecked to stand up straight. You could barely hold your own weight, he had turned your bones into jelly. Sebastian smirked when he noticed the numerous marks he had left all over your neck and shoulders. His gaze wandered back to your face and his cock twitched when he saw the arousal clear in your eyes. Your irises were just thin halos of color shadowed by your blown-out pupils. It was a good thing he had already gotten you off because he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep from blowing his load once inside your velvety walls.

“Look at me, dragă.”

You refused, even though he had just given you the most intense orgasm of your life. There was something about this new position. You felt more vulnerable and didn’t want him to see that reflected in your expression. Instead, you turned your face away from his. That was a mistake.

Sebastian growled. He snatched your neck in his grip again, jerking your head forward to face him dead on. “What did I fucking say?”

Your hazy focus zeroed in on him, hyperaware of the beating of your heart against his heavy palm. His fingers squeezed tighter and you rasped out, “To look at you.”

His grip compressed even more, “Say my name. I want to make sure you know who’s in control now.”

It was a desperate fight for air to get the words out, “Y-you are-” He squeezed tighter- “Sebastian!” You managed to squeak out, seeing spots. His grip loosened enough for you to heave in a gasp of air, your body tingling from the return of oxygen to your veins. His hand was still wrapped around your throat, though, his intense blue eyes seemed to see into your soul, “You’re in control, Sebastian.”

“That’s a good girl, Y/N,” his low murmur was laced with warning, “You’re gonna take every inch I give you; gonna be a good girl for me,” his lips widened into an ominous grin, “I’m not going to hold back.”

You gasped as he nudged your aching folds with the tip of his cock, running it up and down your pussy lips. He thrust into you without further warning. His lips met yours in a deep kiss at the same time. It was an overload of sensations, his tongue caressed the crease of your mouth, demanding entrance, while his hips pounded into you relentlessly. You arched into him, mewling at his unforgiving pace. Your hands flew up to his toned shoulders, gripping them so hard that Sebastian could feel the bite of your fingernails beneath his shirt. Finally prying your lips apart with his tongue, he crashed his lips onto yours, locking your tongues in a heated dance that took your breath away and left you wanting more. More of his mouth, more of his touch, more of him.

Sebastian seemed to read your thoughts. He rutted into you with even more force. Your pussy walls ached at the stinging stretch of his thick cock. The hand that wasn’t around your neck grabbed your thigh. As he lifted it to wrap around his waist your pant leg slipped down to pool at your feet. His fingers dug into your thigh as he held your leg up. The new angle allowed him to slide against your upper wall with each thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the spot that sent shivers down your spine. He released his hold on your throat and brought it down to your center. When he massaged your clit with his dexterous fingers, you saw stars.

“Holy fuck,” you heaved, trying to get air in your lungs, “Sebastian! Oh my god, Sebastian-” All you could do was string together a jumble of incoherent words and moans and cries of pleasure-filled pain.

“Are you close, baby?” his raspy voice teased. He removed his hand from your core, resting it just above where you needed him. You whined at the loss and tried to grind up to reach fingers. He clucked his tongue disapprovingly, “Awww, poor thing. Do you wanna cum, sweetheart?”

You nodded, desperate for release.

“Use your words, dragă,” he tapped his fingers lightly, still too far away for the motion to give you any relief.

“Y-Yes, I want to cum,” you hoped that would be enough for him to take pity on your unruly state.

It wasn’t. “Then beg for it. You already got to cum once, why should a disobedient, aggravating slut like you get to cum again?” The angle of his thrusts changed, he was chasing his own release now. If you didn’t convince him, he wasn’t going to let you cum. You didn’t have the energy in you anymore to be defiant for the sake of your dignity. Screw dignity. All you knew was that you needed him to fuck you until you came undone on his fat cock.

“Please, please let me cum on your dick. It’s all I want. I need it,” His hips angled up to brush against your G-spot again, but he still didn’t touch your clit, “Please, I’ll do anything. I’m sorry for what I did. Please forgive me, Sebastian, I need to cum. Make me cum on your thick cock. Please, Sebastian, please.”

Sebastian tensed when you used his name, his hooded gaze darkened with a hungry desire at the sound of it coming from your lips. Satisfied, he brought his fingers back to your throbbing bud, “That’s my good girl.” You shrieked in delight. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.” He pressed harder against your clit, repeatedly rolling over the spot that made you squeal in ecstasy.

He groaned at your sounds, “You’re gonna cum when I tell you to, sweetheart.” His hips pumped up into yours, driving you both further to the edge. Sebastian’s grunts and moans filled the space, “Cum for me, Y/N.” Sebastian ordered as he took you, “Wanna feel your perfect cunt milk my cock dry,” his words sent you hurtling over the edge, and with one more snap of his hips, you were gone. Your insides spasmed and your entire body convulsed from the waves of pure bliss washing over you. You cried out his name, your nails digging into his defined shoulders. Sebastian kept moving his fingers against your clit, making your pussy clamp around his massive cock even tighter.

Sebastian buried himself to the hilt and his load exploded inside of you. “Holy fuck!” He roared as thick ropes of cum coated your quivering walls. His body shuddered at the impact of his release. He felt lightheaded. He dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your waist to ground himself. Your soft whimpers were like music to his ears. He pulled you to him, cementing his cock inside of your still trembling walls. He shifted his hold so that one arm wrapped protectively around your waist. His other hand came up to gently cradle the side of your face. You were too spent to try and object to his hold. It was like your bodies melded into one; his hard, sculpted edges melted into your soft, rounded curves. Sebastian drank in the feeling of you. He was never going to let you go. His fingers lifted your chin so that your eyes met his and he planted a chaste kiss on your lips. “Looks like you’re not as repellent as you thought, dragă.”

(P.S. I really like this handler!reader concept so I might make some more that are also stand-alone's.)

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rainbowsuitcase · 5 months

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*Bucky Barnes voice* Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?

Say you have a fandom around a movie/tv show franchise. Like... Fast and the Furious or Pirates of the Caribbean or Supernatural, etc. (I'd include Marvel and Stuff, but for the sake of keeping it simple, I want to talk about things that exist only on the tv screen)

Say you ship two characters from that franchise, as you do, and write a fanfic about them. Or a better example, you make a fanart. Say that fanart is like a modern AU, the two characters completely removed from their canon setting if it's something sci-fi/fantasy.

Say you've just drawn... for example, Dean and Castiel sitting in a restaurant, dressed up in suits, holding hands and having dinner. Or something.

But technically, you've just drawn Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins having dinner in a restaurant, because you're drawing characters who look exactly like them, in a realistic setting where the two actors could totally exist.

So technically, what's the difference between that and an actual RPF fanart of Jensen and Misha?

(Again, this is purely hypothetical, I don't have a strong opinion here, I don't have a problem with RPF, please don't try to start an argument here, because this is not meant to be one. I'm just thinking.)

#log #fandom #rpf #supernatural #marvel #destiel #jensen ackles #misha collins #fandom culture #fanart #ao3 #fanfiction #does this make sense to anyone

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cuteasamuntin · 8 months

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I think what’s really missing from Marvel’s very rich, very canonical in-universe hobby of superhero fanfiction is the “RPF Is Morally Reprehensible” and “Some people???? Write darkfics???? To cope????” Discourse™

#marvel #marvel comics #fanfic #fanfiction #rpf discourse #in-universe RPF #Muntin’s Marvel Murmurings

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sister-rosemary-marie · 13 days

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Master List of Fan Fic

Most, if not all, of my fics are rated E for EXPLICIT.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

STAR WARS: SEQUEL TRILOGY

Rise Of Ben Solo Series

A/N: Main parts are Ben/Rey centric. Interludes are Hux/OFC centric.

Voices Within And Without

Interlude: Of Chaos and Caring

Hope Remembered and Renewed

Interlude: Secrets and Sharing

Love Forged and Forgiven

Interlude: Of Help and Healing

Memory Past and Pursued

Interlude: Of Desire and Decision

Fate Decided and Dawning

One-Shots

A Rose Among Thorns (Hux/Rose)

A Change Of Mind (no pairing)

The Dangers of Nar Shaddaa Casinos (Hux/Rose)

A Perfect Storm (Hux/Rose)

First Kiss (Hux/Rose ft. a wild, cockblocking Rey)

Blood & Rain (Hux/Rose Vampire!AU)

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Für Elise series (All rated G)

Who Is This Child?

The Top of the World

Candlelight Carol

GAME OF THRONES

Winter Is Here series

The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night (Sandor/Sansa)

Why The Caged Bird Sings (Sandor/Sansa)

Howling of the Heart (Sandor/Sansa)

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE/TOM HIDDLESTON

One-Shots

Big Girls Don't Cry (Loki/OFC, Loki POV)

Soothe the Savage Beast (Loki/Sigyn)

Mating Habits (Tom Hiddleston!Curator/OFC)

Of This, Our Time (Tom Hiddleston/OFC)

Notre Dame de Paris (Hunchback of Notre Dame)

One-Shots

A Drop of Water and A Little Pity (no pairing)

Ghost (The Band)

One-Shots

Within Your Heart, A Story To Be Told (Cardinal Copia/Reader, Y/N fic)

#fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic masterlist #ghost #ghost the band #phantom of the opera #hunchback of notre dame #notre dame de paris #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars #reylo #gingerrose #game of thrones #sansan #marvel #MCU #Loki #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston RPF

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elliyoyo · 1 month

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Elliyoyo's Masterlist (04/2024)

This has everything from my entire time on Tumblr (2017 to now). Being updated as I post more, and edited when one of my brain cells kick in. Hope you enjoy, love you guys <3

Baldur's Gate 3:

Adverse Effects (Gale Dekarios) - You give Gale a ring to help his condition, but don't check its magical properties first. He ends up hot and bothered, and that's on you, good leader.

Burn Notice:

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera (Sam Axe) - You get bored and strike up some spicy chit chat with your boyfriend Michael while on a stake out... Oh shit, is that Michael?

Playing Couple's Therapist (Sam Axe) - You and Fiona grab a couple drinks, and to no surprise, Sam shows up to get drunk beside friends. But friends turns to more when you make a confession he won't let you avoid.

Fallout:

The First High (Hancock) - You have a sesh with everyone's favorite mayor. Shooting the shit and taking some hits... Not the worst way the apocalypse could be going.

Hamilton:

I Make the Reporter Beat Box (Lin Manuel Miranda) - You're interviewing LMM and he decides to make you beatbox for him.

SlytherLin (Lin Manuel Miranda) - For Lin, the boggart turns into a battered and beaten version of you. He realizes some things, and acts on them.

When the Clock Strikes Twelve (Modern!Lafayette) - You get a kiss at midnight from the resident French man.

Saved (Modern!Alexander Hamilton) - You're fed up and decide its time to end it, but a peculiar stranger talks you down.

Home (Modern!George Washington) - Your identifying as trans has taken you down a dark, terrifying road with your family. Luckily, your childhood best friend George gives you the option to leave that behind and live with him.

Horror Films:

Hell Hath No Fury Like Two Mad Scientists Scorned (Herbert West) - Dan and Meg try to care for you after Dr. Hill nearly forces himself on you, but nobody would've thought Herbert would've been the one to actually help you.

Say That One More Time? (Herbert West + Dan Cain) - You make an announcement that blows both boys' minds... once Herbert takes a moment to process it.

Herbert West/Reader/Dan Cain Poly HCs - How the boys would be in a relationship, SFW and NSFW.

Marvel:

Christmas Eve (Bucky Barnes) - Bucky is away on a mission, and you give him one last call before Christmas.

Decorating the Tree (Bucky Barnes) - You and Bucky can't seem to keep your hands to yourself while decorating Tony's humongous XXXL Christmas tree.

Eleven O'Clock (Jessica Jones) - You're desperate to find your cat, so you visit an old friend and rekindle some flames between you two.

The Infamous Pancake Order (Loki Laufeyson) - Loki accidentally orders 37 boxes of pancake mix. That's it. That's the fic.

Kissing Under the Mistletoe (Loki Laufeyson) - Thanks to Mr. Wonderful Tony Stark, you and the newest Avenger friend end up having a small lesson in Midgardian traditions.

Dark Blue Suit (Tom Hiddleston) - You just can't help yourself when Tom dresses himself up all dapper for interviews or red carpets.

Baking Cookies (Natasha Romanoff) - You will simply perish if you stop sneaking cookie dough from the bowl Nat is scooping from... but you might actually die if she keeps catching you.

Cookie Craving (Peter Parker) - Late night munchie shenanigans. You two just want some cookies, but you're not the brightest bulbs.

Nightmare (Peter Parker) - You have a nightmare about Peter dying while you helplessly sit there. Even at 3am, he answers your hurried call and comes over.

Pucker Up, Parker (Peter Parker) - Your boyfriend lets you do his makeup, and you get overwhelmed by how well he pulls it off.

Stealing Sweaters (Peter Parker) - After a long night of fun, you have some breakfast with Peter in his sweater.

Visiting Family (Peter Parker) - You're Tony Stark's daughter, he's Tony Stark's kid genius. All anyone can see when they look at you is your father... until Peter Parker and his Aunt.

Wrapping Presents (Pietro Maximoff) - The speedster helps you get your Christmas wrapping done in the blink of an eye, and he expects a thank you.

Movie Night (Wade Wilson) - You sit down to have a nice movie night with your boyfriend, but he's a dick and decides to pick a horror movie instead of one you can bang to.

Accidental Text (Steve Rogers) - You drunk sext Cap, and when you try to go about your day the next morning, of course he's right there.

Getting Lost in the Mall (Steve Rogers) - You lose your boyfriend in a crowd of fangirls, but you use that time separated to your advantage.

Happy Century, Captain! (Steve Rogers) - Cap is 100! Such a special number calls for a very special gift.

Steve's Jacket (Steve Rogers) - You accidentally throw Cap's signature jacket in the wash while he's away on a mission and it hits you hard.

Cuddling by the Fire (Thor Odinson) - You want to warm up on a cold Winter night, so what better way than to cuddle up to a fire with a book and your godly boyfriend?

Playing in the Snow (Thor Odinson) - You start a snowball fight with a God to show him your planet's culture. Not the best idea.

Holiday Party (Tony Stark) - Tony accidentally spills a drink on you during one of his parties, but don't worry, he makes it up to you.

Ugly Sweaters (Tony Stark) - You and Tony try to one-up each other for ugliest sweater and he plays dirty to see what your contender is.

Mötley Crüe:

Just Another Threesome (Vince Neil) - You and your rockstar boyfriend give a random fan the time of her life to get rid of pre-show jitters.

Walk-Ins Accepted (Tommy Lee) - You get off a shift early and stumble upon your drummer roomie in quite the state.

Queen:

Good Girl (Roger Taylor) - Sequel to Naughty School Girl. More submissive Roger, since he enjoyed the last time so much.

Naughty School Girl (Roger Taylor) - You just can't help yourself when you see Roger dressed up for the I Want to Break Free video.

Supernatural:

Traditions (Castiel) - You and the boys enlighten Cas on human New Years Eve traditions.

Nose Kisses (Dean Winchester) - You and Dean put your toddler to bed with plenty of kisses.

First Date (Sam Winchester) - Sam intervenes when some drunk guy decides to pick on you at the bar and thank god for it because you secured yourself a date with the moose.

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buckyismybicycle · 11 months

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Title: Bulletproof Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sebastian Stan (Part of the SebStan Series & written for Hot Bucky Summer 2023) Rating: Explicit Tags: Bodyguard!Bucky, fluff, opposites attract, Sebastian being painfully himself imo Summary: Bucky sees now why this man needs a bodyguard. He’s as reckless as Steve, with very little concern for himself.

>> READ ON AO3<<

Written for both Alternate June-iverse (C4 - Bodyguard) & Hot Bucky Summer Week 5: Electricity, Fireworks, Knees Buckling at @buckybarnesevents and G5: Bodyguard AU at @allcapsbingo

#allcapsbingo2023 #hotbuckysummer2023 #SEBSTANSERIES #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bodyguard!bucky #marvel rpf

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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Nrfth (6) – Where to Captain?

Summary: A dream shattered. A heart broken.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, friends with benefits, a hint of fluff, a little angst

A/N: This series is a “short” chapter story. It contains of a collection of drabbles.

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 5

Hot and heavy. Heat and sweat. Bodies grinding into each other. Pushing, pulling, kissing, nipping. All at once, and still not enough.

He’s loud. You are too.

You can’t remember being so loud in the bedroom with any of your partners before. Your pathetic moans and Chris’s loud groans fill the luxury suite.

Clawing at his back you commit the sin you wanted to avoid and let him sink into you. Over, and over, and over again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Chris pants in your neck. He sounds as wrecked as you feel. Your mind is filled with doubts. But your body surrendered long ago. Facing defeat like a pro.

The whimper leaving your throat in response goes straight to his cock. Chris dives into you with long and slow strokes, hoping to hold back his orgasm long enough to push you over the edge one more time.

“Ch-Captain—” you whine loudly. “Fuck.” You dig your nails into his flesh, running them up and down his back to leave marks. To be sure this is real, and not another naughty dream.

“Oh—shit!” Chris lifts his head to watch your face contort in pleasure during your orgasm. He curses and groans as he keeps on thrusting. “Baby…I’m gonna cum…” He jerks his hips two more times and collapses on top of you, panting heavily.

You laugh at his outburst. “I hope you did. After all the hard work,” you try to break the awkward moment with a joke.

After the mind-blowing sex, you don’t know what will happen now.

Was this a one-time thing? Does he want to do it again? Is this the beginning of a relationship?

“Shit, that was…” he pecks your lips and smiles. “You know what this was, right?”

“I—I…” you’re unsure how to answer his question. Does he want you to tell him you’re okay with forgetting about your mishap?

“Mind-blowing sex, Y/N,” he smirks before he kisses you hard. “Crap. That sounded like I’m fishing for compliments. I meant that I came so hard with you.”

“It was great Chris,” you lick your lips. “But…what do we do now? I mean. We are at the same show. I don’t want people to believe I had sex with you to get the role or shit.”

“Let me just,” he carefully slips out of your cunt. You wince as his cum drips out of you. Another mistake. You were all over him and forgot the simplest things. Like using protection. “Wait.” He kneels between your legs, looking down at you.

“Shit—what have I done. I tried so hard to stay away from you. Now I fucked everything up,” you sniff. The afterglow of your high long faded away, you feel the weight of your reckless decision crash down on you. “They will call me slut…or worse.”

“Y/N. Doll,” Chris’s features soften. He sighs as you nervously chew on your lower lip. “No one will call you that. I promise. We like each other and get along well. It’s only natural that things developed further between us. Baby, we are two adults. None of us is in a relationship. We can have sex with whoever we want to.”

“Not if he’s the sexiest man you ever met and a movie star,” you whine and cover your eyes with your arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to sound like a crazy bitch freaking out. I just…I’m scared.”

“Hey, look at me,” he softly says, and tugs at your arm. “I like you very much. How about we keep what happened tonight a secret and…uh…become friends with benefits?”

“Friends with benefits?” You lift your arm to look at Chris. This is not what you were looking for, but it’s better than a one-night stand with your co-star.

“I see you as a friend. A very good friend,” he crawls back up your body and cages you with his arms. “I’m not ready for a relationship. Not in this phase of my career and life. But…I’d like to see you outside of the set, Y/N.”

“We could meet up as friends and—” you giggle as he moves his hand between your legs, “keep the benefits part a secret…”

“How is it to work with Chris?” Here we go again. Same questions. Same situation. The only difference is, you don’t give a shit that the interviewer focuses on Chris again.

Because - let’s be honest. You not only know how it feels to work with Chris, but also how he feels inside of you. She will never know, and it makes you soak your panties thinking about having your way with Chris after the last interview.

“Wonderful. Chris is a great partner. Just look at him,” you say, and look at Chris, smiling. “He’s a ray of sunshine. An adorable dork who likes to prank me. But also incredibly talented.”

“How is it to work with Y/N, Chris?” The interviewer asks. “I heard rumors saying…” You hold your breath as the interviewer looks at her notes. Fuck, what if someone at the hotel recognized you and Chris shared his suite last night? “That you were the one finding the independent film she was staring in.”

“OH, no. It was someone from the team. They showed me the video and I said, that’s her,” Chris grins. “I chose wisely, didn’t I?”

You chuckle when he grabs your hand. Your heart does somersaults and fuck, you feel the butterflies in your stomach break free again.

Oh. No. You are fucked...because you are in love with your co-star…

>> Part 7

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#Chris Evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #smut #marvel rpf #rpf #chris evans x you #chris evans x actress!reader #chris evans fanfiction #Nrfth (6) – Where to Captain?

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#pining #my hero academia #mha #haikyuu!!#harry potter #bts #voltron #voltron: legendary defender #vld #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #supernatural #genshin impact #the avengers #video blogging rpf #fanfiction #ao3 #statistics #phantom statistician

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puzzlebean · 5 months

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I've written and posted quite a few fics recently, though plenty of them were posted on anon (sometimes that's what you need to actually make yourself post something!) Some of those fics are collected in this series for the f1 kinkmeme. You do need an AO3 account to access those and most of my F1 fics, though.

I also wrote a few stories for the Panfandom Hanukkah Bingo:

A Barnes Hanukkah [Marvel, 1,589 words, General]

Three Hanukkahs in Bucky Barnes' life.

Changed [The Boston Girl, 100 words, General]

They didn't have presents when Addie was growing up.

New Routines, Ugly Sweaters [Margo Zimmerman Gets The Girl, 499 words, General]

Abbie convinces Margo to wear ugly sweaters for Hanukkah.

Besides that I posted two more (non anon) fics:

Arthur's New Boyfriend [F1 RPF, 1,030 words, General]

Charles has to work hard to be happy for Arthur once he realizes Arthur's new boyfriend is Max. Then he sees them together and sees that he can't get in the way of love.

(Not) Jealous [F1 RPF, 1,121 words, Teen and Up]

Arthur and Max are spending a lot of time together and Charles assumes they are dating. He hurts quietly until he can't keep it in anymore. But maybe not everything is what it seems?

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I'll likely only post a couple more things before the end of the year. So let me thank everyone who reads my stories. I really really appreciate you <3

As of posting this I have posted a total of 149,517 words on AO3. I likely won't write as much next year due to other commitments, but I hope to continue to share stories in different fandoms!

#puzzle's thoughts #my fics #my fic #lestappen #f1 rpf #marvel fanfiction #f1 fanfic

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lokidokieokie · 2 years

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Fanfiction

Summary: After another successful Avengers Film, the cast get together to celebrate. However, after being caught reading fanfiction about a certain actor who plays a mischievous norse god, your friends will do nothing but try and get you two together.

Warning: has a slight lemon...nothing too descriptive but...it’s there :)

Note #1: For my own sanity and for the sake of this oneshot, everyone is ALIVE! :)

Note #2: Words written in italics is fanfiction

The Avengers cast were all gathered around the fire, talking and drinking in celebration of the release of the newest Avengers movie. Well, everyone was but Y/n, at least.

Y/n L/n--newest member to the Avengers franchise, and love interest to the mischief maker himself--was sitting in her chair, with her eyes glued to her phone screen.

Normally she wouldn’t fathom the idea of preferring her phone to the company of her friends, but a new chapter of her favourite book had just been released on Wattpad.

Her favourite book being a saucy little x reader. Specifically, a Tom Hiddleston x Reader. She had secretly been crushing on the British heartthrob for a while now--pretty much since they had started filming.

But being her sheepish self, she refused to talk to him about it. After all, why would he like her? So, she resorted herself to the only thing she could: fanfiction.

“I just can’t do this anymore, Tom!” F/n screamed.

“What the media says shouldn’t matter! And if you can’t understand that, this friendship isn’t going to work.” She sobbed; utter agony clear in her voice.

With all that she had left, she softly whispered. “We’re done, Tom.”

Y/n’s eyes glossed over with tears. This could not be happening. Tom and F/n were the iconic duo--best friends who were slowly turning into lovers; their romantic relationship had barely blossomed.

With tears slowly cascading down her face, she continued to read.

“Of course the media doesn’t bloody matter! You’re all that matters!” Tom screamed, halting F/n’s steps.

“Then what was the problem?” She whispered.

“The problem is that I love you, and the bloody media keeps getting in the way. Why is it so hard to go out for lunch? Or walk my dog in the park? Why can’t I just love you without the media-”

F/n cut Tom’s rant of by crashing their lips together.

Y/n’s tears were long gone, and were replaced by her wide eyes. In hindsight, she should’ve expected the story to take a slight lemony turn, and normally she would’ve just skimmed over it. But, today, she couldn’t help herself.

Tom released F/n’s lips from his sultry prison and slowly began making his way down her neck. Groaning in pleasure, he nipped at her neck, earning a slight yelp. With a chuckle, Tom began to lick the spot, soothing the red skin.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop...”

With a quick nod from F/n, Tom slowly laid her down on the grass and began to trace her thigh with his delicate fingers, earning a mo-

“What’s got you so worked up, Y/n?” Scarlett asked, earning a slight shriek from the secret Hiddlestoner.

“N-nothing, Scar. Just the usual texts from my parents.”

Scarlett raised her eyebrow in disbelief, silently questioning whether Y/n thought she would actually believe that. Just as Y/n was about to retort, Scarlett quickly stole Y/n’s phone and began to scan the page.

A blush rose on Y/n’s cheeks as she saw Scarlett quickly stop reading and lock her eyes on her own; a slight smirk gracing her features.

“Didn’t know you were into the British. Kinky.” Scarlett released a giggle as Y/n’s face continued to darken.

“I wouldn’t normally read these out in the open. A new chapter got released today...and I’ve been waiting for a while for it...”

“You’ve been waiting for this chapter for a while?” Y/n’s eyes bugged out as she realised what she had just confessed to.

“What’s going on here?”

Y/n’s eyes secretly pleaded with Scarlett to not tell Elizabeth, but she just waved her off.

“Y/n here was reading some fanfiction about a certain curly-haired British man.” Elizabeth squealed.

“It’s about time you realised you liked him!”

Meanwhile with Tom...

Tom had always been known as someone who was obsessed with classic literature, like Shakespeare or Dickens, not for reading something like fanfiction. He knew it was wrong, but the storylines just felt so right.

His eyes were glued to his phone, entranced by the riveting storyline that just so happened to be about himself...and the newest member of the Avengers pack.

Tom had enough. The way that you had teased him with the swinging of your hips and the look of pure, unadulterated lust had him clinging to the idea of pinning you against the wall and taking you.

An idea that he had to make a reality.

Without a care in the world, Tom grabbed Y/n and pulled her into a spare room at the studio, and was quick to capture her lips with his own. The ferocity of it taking both actors by a surprise. Yes, the two had shared their beds in the past, but that didn’t compare to the love that he poured into the kiss.

Y/n pulled back slightly and leaned her forehead against Tom’s.

“Tom I-” She stopped herself before Tom was able to hear the words that he had longed for her to say, so Tom decided to do it himself.

“Y/n, I love you, and I have since the moment that I heard your laugh when we watched Much Ado About Nothing.”

She didn’t reply with words, and instead latched her lips onto yours. “I love you too, Tom.”

Tom was pulled out of his worlds by a chuckle, and he quickly turned his head to the source. There, he saw his brother from another mother, Chris Hemsworth, staring at his phone screen.

“That is absolute gold, mate. The Tom Hiddleston reading a steamy fanfic.” Tom’s cheeks were as red as a ruby.

“Do not say anything, or so help me God!” All Tom’s little threat did was make Chris laugh.

“It’s about time you realised your feelings for her.”

“Does it feel like they planned this out?” Tom had asked.

Currently, you were both stuck in a small closet after Scarlett and Chris had demanded that we play Seven Minutes in Heaven. And honestly, it was kind of hard to believe that Scarlett didn’t have ulterior motives.

No matter the unexpected circumstance though, the only thought on both of the minds of the actors was recreating the scenarios that they both had been reading moments before.

The actors were both too engrossed in their thoughts to realise that their faces were inching closer...and then their lips were touching. It was a kiss of longing, love, passion, and lust; it was simply indescribable.

Tom suddenly pulled back, startling Y/n. With a chuckle Tom finally said the words that she was dying to hear.

“I love you, Y/n.” She began kissing him all across his face, finally ending by meeting his lips.

“I love you too, Tom.”

Just as they were both about to lean back in the door opened, startling the new couple.

“Took you too long enough,” Scarlett commented.

The two lovers looked back at each other with wide smiles on their faces. Only one thought crossed their minds: the fanfictions didn’t do justice.

Ooo my first Hiddleston oneshot...exciting 👐

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supraveng · 2 years

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Marvelous Friends - part 12

Main Masterlist Series masterlist previous part

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing; Chris Evans x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, drinking alcohol…..let me know if I missed any

Summary: you decide to do your first red carpet together

TWO YEARS LATER

Waking up, you didn’t feel rested in the least. Traveling always wears you out and going between different time zones makes you confused enough to take at least a day to sleep and get back to normal.

Nonetheless, you were happy to be back in Boston, but extremely irritated to be waking up alone. Not even having Dodger in bed to keep you warm must have been what woke you up. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep easily, you decided to start your day, even though you had no idea if it was closer to dawn or dusk.

Assuming Chris and Dodger were out for a walk you headed to the kitchen to make coffee, only to hear him in his office, apparently talking on the phone. You were too tired to look up when you heard him enter the kitchen, “ok, I’ll discuss it with her and call you back.”

That statement alone made you tense up, your brain was not in the mood to discuss anything and you scrunched up your nose at Chris as he made his way over to you.

“I take it by the look on your face that you aren’t ready for a conversation at the moment?” He kisses your head and hands you your coffee.

“That all depends on who you were talking to. There is a very small list of people I can tolerate at the moment, and you and Dodge occupy the top 2 spots” kissing him back and then bending down to scratch Dodgers head.

“That was Megan” he tentatively eyes you, awaiting your response, only to be greeted by your rolling eyes.

“Oh she is definitely not on that list” you mumble into your mug taking a bigger sip. Why was this how your vacation ended, with a call from his publicist about something that involves you, it can’t be a good thing. Chris chuckles at your reaction before pulling you into him and nuzzling into your neck.

“Tell me when it’s safe” You only hum in response and continue with your focus on your coffee. Pouring another cup, Chris somehow navigates you to the patio, knowing the sunshine and fresh air will perk you up faster.

“So, how urgent is this discussion? Can it wait? We just got home” you pout at him, making him chuckle again.

“Well, it’s something she wants to address quickly, she asked for us to get back to her within the hour on how to proceed” he looks to you hoping to see an acknowledgement to continue, but knowing it's best not to press you when you are tired. That statement alone confused you, normally things she brought to you weren’t that urgent, you figured at the end of the day, since that was the norm, but this must have been big.

“Ugh, what happened?” you rub your hands over your face, bracing yourself for what you weren’t even sure for.

“Well, there are pictures” your head immediately shot in his direction and eyes widened. “Not those kinds of pictures” he quickly responded based on your reaction. You relaxed a little but still felt on edge.

When he realized you were listening and not freaking out he continued, “the pictures are from the airport yesterday” You automatically rolled your eyes.

The two of you had been photographed so much over the last few years that the media had figured out who you were and there were plenty of stories discussing your relationship, however, the two of you decided not to discuss it or make any sort of statement. Your relationship was yours, it was no one else’s business and you had intended to keep it that way for as long as you could, but apparently that was coming to an end.

Sighing you looked at him “why now? We’ve been photographed together plenty, what could possibly be so damning about these pictures? I didn’t even hold your hand at the airport….” thinking back to yesterday, you couldn’t remember anything that would cause Megan to need to jump in.

The smirk on Chris’ face should have been a dead giveaway, but he felt like torturing you and pulling up the photos to show you.

“Well, outside the airport you didn’t hold my hand” clearing his throat he handed you his phone “but inside the airport, you were very handsy”

Groaning immediately when you saw the first picture, you wanted to go back to bed and try to start the day over. After having such a nice, romantic trip, you were thrown back into the social media shit storm, the very reason you spent the last 2 weeks in Europe avoiding all of this.

“This is so unfair, I look like I’m molesting you” you whine as you flip through the pics. “Ugh, you need a longer coat….if you had a longer coat no one would see my hands all over you” you grumble as you look at the next picture.

“See, your hands are hidden by my coat! And you were not as innocent as you look!” Chris just chuckles at your response as you hand him back his phone.

“So what does Megan want us to do?” finishing off your second cup of coffee and knowing you need something stronger to get through all this mayhem.

“She offered some suggestions, but I told her we would talk it out and make the final decision on how this is handled.” You could almost cry at his response. He knew it was difficult for you to let someone dictate how you should behave in your relationship, as far as the public was concerned, because it wasn’t your choice to be in the spotlight.

Chris had been protecting you as much as possible since you started dating and it always seemed to become more and more difficult, but he always made more and more effort. He was your knight in shining armor. You smiled at him before leaning over, kissing him and settling yourself in his lap.

A few minutes of content silence was apparently what you needed to make a suggestion that might work and should make Megan happy. But who knows, she never seemed truly happy with anything you did, you seemed to be just another obstacle for her since Chris introduced you.

Naively, you thought the two of you could be friends, she worked with Chris a lot, attending red carpets to make sure everything ran smoothly. Most of the time, you didn’t attend together, if you went at all, at least not as far as the public knew.

However, Megan only saw you as a client, or an extension of her client and rarely even smiled in your direction. Finally realizing you wouldn’t be friends, since you actually created more work for her, you decided that you didn’t actually care if what you decided made her happy or not, you just didn’t want to make her mad at you.

“I can practically hear your brain running, do you know what you want to do about this or are you writing your next novel right now?” You chuckle at him, knowing this wouldn’t be the first time the two of you were spending quiet time together, just for your brain to throw ideas out and you desperately needed to capture before they were gone.

“You know me too well. So, you know how I feel about releasing a statement, I don’t think I should need to declare to the world who I’m sleeping with” you shrug and continue. “What if we didn’t make a formal statement, but you come as my date to your next red carpet? I know it’s not something we’ve wanted in the past, but we are forced to address it now” you pout at Chris trying your best to guilt him into agreeing, knowing full well he would do whatever you asked.

“So we just show up and look amazing and people can figure it out on their own?” he questions you but agreeing with you at the same time.

Shrugging you look at him “I don’t know, this is new for me. I’m not used to the red carpet like you, Mr. Movie Star”

Deciding to start your day officially, even though it was late afternoon at this point, you grabbed your phone and headed to the shower while Chris called Megan back. You were tempted to check the notifications coming in since you had ignored your phone all day, but when you saw how many there were, you knew you needed to be in the right state of mind, so you selected your favorite playlist and ignored your responsibilities until you were really ready to take it head on.

By the time you emerged from your bedroom, Chris was in the kitchen cooking. You couldn’t help but stand in the doorway to admire him, not only was he strong and handsome, but he was so sweet and giving, and he was by far the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

A clearing of his throat brought you out of your little day dream, and by the smirk on his face, he had caught you staring at his ass. Sitting down next to him, you set your phone on the table and started to dig in.

“Have you checked those yet?” he noticed your phone still on silent but buzzing every minute or so. Shaking your head you continued eating and smiling at him, “figured it could wait until I’m fully awake. I’m assuming most are my brothers making snide comments about our public display, they can wait”

By the time the two of you settled on the couch after eating, you weren’t in the mood to check notifications, you just wanted to relax with Chris and dodger and maybe watch a movie. Of course that was immediately interrupted by Megan’s call to get an update on what we had decided to move forward on the airport photos.

Taking another look at the pictures again, you were disappointed that iPhones cameras were getting so much better. A few years ago, cell phone pics from that distance would be too grainy for anyone to share with a company like TMZ or PageSix, but now, the pics were clear and there was no doubt that your hands were full of Chris’ very firm ass.

Bringing yourself back into the conversation, Chris is smiling so Megan must have agreed to your idea, maybe she doesn't hate you as much as you assumed she did.

“Since the Oscars are right around the corner, and there is quite the buzz about your screenplay being nominated, Megan thinks that’s the best option. And since you’re a nominee, I’ll be happy to be your plus one” he pulls you into a kiss and you can’t help but laugh.

“Babe, I can bet you that I won’t be nominated, this is my first screenplay” you appreciate his support and encouragement but the number of amazing films that were released last year, there’s no way you are even a possibility.

"Well, we'll see soon won't we? Nominations are announced next week, either way, you need a dress!" he looked excited about that more than you expected. You did the red carpet for your film but the Sundance Film Festival did not have the same dress code as the Oscars.

Not sure where to start, you texted Sophie, she had become a red carpet expert since marrying Benedict, even pregnant she looked amazing and you knew you could trust her.

When the Oscar nominations were announced you were stunned, in shock and at a loss for words. Not only were you nominated for Best Original Screenplay, but Scott received a nomination for his role in your film as Best Supporting Actor. After many congratulatory phone calls, you and Chris decided to head to LA as soon as possible to get the wardrobe figured out for your first red carpet appearance together.

You were practically vibrating by the time you touched down at LAX, the whole experience had been a whirlwind causing you to not have a decent night's sleep all week. The copious amounts of caffeine you have been consuming along with your anxiety has made you a bit over the top, and of course, Chris just found the whole situation amusing.

Not knowing what to expect when you landed at LAX and the decision to accompany each other on the red carpet, you decided to act as you normally would when traveling together, minus the inappropriate groping that you were caught with just two weeks earlier. You each grabbed your bags, but as you attempted to move at your own pace, Chris was determined to hold your hand as you made your way through the airport.

Sighing since you knew there was no way for you to win against him, you try not to smile but just his simple touch makes you happy. Even with the amount of paparazzi in the airport and waiting outside, the two of you were able to make it through in record time.

Arriving at Chris’ LA house took longer than it should, the traffic was always terrible. He peaked at you as you huffed, “are you alright? You seem rather agitated.”

“This whole trip is making me anxious, but I realize I do not miss LA traffic at all, ugh, I’m not sure how I stayed here as long as I did”

“Well, I for one am very glad you left” Chris snuggled into your side and began kissing your neck.

“Oh Mr. Evans, you always know exactly what I need" leaning into his touch. By the time you made it to the house, you were less on edge but still a bit worked up, too in your head and trying to focus on one thing at a time in order to get through the day. Walking into the house you were immediately in awe, there was a path of rose petals from the entrance to the ensuite bathroom that took you completely by surprise.

At this point in your relationship you shouldn’t be surprised, he is always spoiling you in the most romantic ways, but the fact that this was waiting for you the moment you walked in, might just be the most impressive surprise to date.

Turning to him to figure out how he was able to do all this, he immediately shut down any questioning “you need to relax, we can unpack later, get in and enjoy” kissing you sweetly. “Only if you join me”

When you originally arrived in LA, you felt like the two weeks you had leading to the Oscars was plenty of time, but finding the right dress for your first red carpet together was daunting. Luckily the right dress found you just in time and you couldn’t be happier.

However, the day had arrived and you were more nervous and anxious than you had ever been. The thought of walking the red carpet with Chris for the first time shouldn’t be so scary but it was nerve racking.

The comments made about the two of you in the past when spotted together was speculation but now that you were confirming to the world that you were together officially, you weren’t sure you were ready for the backlash that you knew would come.

Thankfully, Scott showed up during hair and makeup, willing and able to keep you calm as much as possible, by the time you needed to leave, you were more happy and relaxed than you’d been all month.

“Oh, what would I do without you Evans boys, I love you both so much!” squeezing them into a group hug.

“Ok, so I may have given her too much champagne” Scott winced, looking at Chris apologetically.

Shaking his head as he pushed everyone out the door, “driver, we need to make a stop for some food on our way” You immediately perked up “ohhh, yesss…..In and Out burger, pretty please”

Arriving at the venue, the food definitely helped with sobering you up a bit, you were more tipsy now and ready to have a fun night. The moment you stepped out of the car, you had to take a deep breath and do your best to not run from all the flashing lights and name calling.

Megan found the two of you immediately and gave you a quick rundown, reminding you to stop every few feet for photos, and that she had only promised interviews with 4 news outlets, each only lasting 3-5 minutes.

Feeling Chris squeeze your hand, you looked up at him, “we got this” before pulling onto the carpet. All you could think was that if it wasn’t for Chris, his love and support, you wouldn’t be here now, so you put your best foot forward and walked proudly beside him down the carpet. Thankfully, Chris’ smile and poise was contagious and you felt like you had a good hold on the situation.

Your first interview was scheduled with E!News, they were usually positive so you weren’t worried that they might ask. “Welcome, wow, we have the very handsome Chris Evans and the lovely Y/N L/N here with us tonight, you too look fantastic together”

You both smiled and politely thanked the interviewer, you had no idea what her name was and at this point, did it really matter?

“It's great to see the two of you out together we weren’t sure what to make of the recent photos of the two of you, so give us the big scoop on this top secret relationship”

Even prepping for the day, you didn’t expect to have the question be so intrusive and you immediately became defensive, Chris had agreed to let you take the lead and divulge as much or as little as you felt comfortable with, so you jumped in immediately.

“I’m not sure top secret is accurate,” you chuckle, trying to keep things light, “we’ve been friends for years and have been photographed together in the past”

“Well, not quite like you were at the airport. But I can’t really blame you, he looks incredible as ever”

Was she flirting with him? In front of you?

“And he looks amazing tonight, are the two of you Hollywood’s newest hot couple?” You had to physically restrain yourself from scrunching your nose in disgust.

“Well, our friendship has nothing to do with how he looks, he’s more than a pretty face” you smile at her, but there is no humor in your comment.

You had seen interviewers making sexist comments in the past, mainly towards females, but you had never experienced anything like this and you were absolutely appalled.

At this point Chris pulled you in a bit closer, hoping to calm you a bit, but the interviewer decided to keep pushing, hoping to get the big scoop.

“Everyone can agree that those photos are more than friends” she smirked at Chris before looking back at you for a response.

“Honestly, I was trying to help him find his cell phone. Oh look at that, we need to move on, thanks bye” before turning and dragging Chris down the carpet.

He immediately started chuckling before whispering in your ear “that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you’ve never been so possessive, I love it” Letting out a sigh of relief, you were concerned he would be upset with how you handled yourself, but apparently your response had the opposite effect.

The rest of the interviews were less invasive and were over rather quickly. Megan seemed to have a smirk on her face, and you wondered if she was impressed or just satisfied no one got hurt.

Making your way into the auditorium and finding your seats, you were surprised how close you were to the stage, but remembered the several chivalrous acts that Chris seemed to show off and decided to tease him a bit.

“So I have a bet with my brothers on how many ladies you will be escorting to the stage, make me proud” you patted his arm as you sat.

He immediately started laughing at you, “alright, how many?”

“Oh, I can’t tell you that, that would be cheating” you smirked at him before winking and trying to take deep breaths to calm your nerves.

The laughter from Jimmy Fallon’s opening monologue aided in you relaxing and enjoying the show.

Chris was presenting and looked incredible on stage, though it was a bit odd to have some random person plop down in his seat, even if you didn’t look at them at all, keeping your eyes on your man at every moment. Once Chris came back to sit next to you, you leaned in and whispered to him just how incredible that suit looks on him.

The two of you flirted with each other regularly, but there was something different tonight, maybe it was the tux or the need to defend him from the sexist comments made by the interviewer but you had never been more turned on, the fact that you were stuck in this auditorium for nearly 3 hours was not helping your situation at all.

“If this thing doesn’t end soon, I’ll be dragging you to the nearest bathroom to have my way with you” you whispered in his ear, trying your best to keep a straight face in case the cameras were on you.

“Your category is coming up, then we can sneak out of here” he winked and turned back towards the presenter, the anticipation of having your way with him soon was making you antsy.

“And now to present the award for Best Original Screenplay, Benedict Cumberbatch and Natalie Portman”

You were shocked that Benedict was presenting your category, you knew he was presenting, but he hasn't mentioned anything, turning to Chris to question, you knew but the smirk on his face that he had been keeping this a secret, you could only smile in return, especially since they had just mentioned your name and film.

Doing your best to smile and remain calm while Chris clapped enthusiastically, you waited to see who won. Not expecting your name to be called, you sat still for a moment when Ben practically shouted it into the mic.

Chris immediately stood, ushering you to the aisle so that you could make your way on stage, hugging you before you carefully walked up the steps.

Hugging Natalie briefly before Benedict practically tackled you, you were at a loss for words.

“Wow, um, being a writer I should have prepared something, but the nomination completely blind sided me, the thought of actually winning seemed ridiculous”

You went on remembering to congratulate the fellow nominees as well as thanking the producer, director, staff and cast for an amazing portrayal of your story.

“Lastly, I need to thank my husband for his amazing love and support, without whom I wouldn’t be standing here now. I love you Chris, thank you”

Turning to walk backstage, Benedict looked at you with wide eyes before you realized what you just said, “oh shit”

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