Yes Mr officer ⇛ part one

A/n - I know this is slightly random but I had the idea and just had to burn it out into the open. Also, feedback would be very much appreciated on my work!!! I love hearing from y’all really!!

Summary - What do you get when you live next to a mysteriously handsome playboy cop who just won’t leave you be? 

Word Count - 1.5k

Pairing - Cop! Chris Evans x fem! reader

Warnings - Nothing really, arguing, smoking


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All For Show

Valentine’s Day Special #2

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language

Word Count : 2,434

Three knocks, that’s all it took before Steve opened the door. He stood there, wearing a tank top and sweats, and his hair damped from sweat, which only meant he just came back from the gym.

“Hey, didn’t expect you here today.” He smiled, waving you in.

“I know, but I needed to talk to you.”

You walked in to his apartment, and plopped down onto his couch. His place was like your second home. You were always there, and if you weren’t, then you two were at your place.

“Beer?” He asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Nah, just water.”

Steve tossed you a water bottle, as he started back toward the living room where you waited.

You took a big swig of the water and felt the cold liquid trickle down your throat. Making you feel somewhat at ease.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Steve asked, leaning against the wall across from you.

For some reason you were feeling nervous. Which was strange. Steve was your best friend. You two were so close, you were able to talk to him about anything. He’s seen you in sweats with no makeup on. He’s helped you when you were a drunken mess. And yet, you were somehow nervous about this topic.

“Y/N.” he snapped his fingers, catching your attention. “You okay?”

You slowly nodded, running your hand through your hair. Something you did when you were nervous.

“So my sister is throwing a couples party tomorrow night, and when I RSVP’d a month ago, I was dating Jared-”

“The asshole.” He cut you off.

“Woah, language.” You teased.

He dramatically rolled his eyes and huffed. “Anyways, go on.”

“As I was saying, I told her I’d go and now she’s expecting me to be there.”

“So?” He drawled out.

You swallowed hard, meeting your best friends gaze.

“I was wondering if you can go as my fake boyfriend.” You slightly winced as the words finally fell from your lips.

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My favorite assumption from boys is that because I’m a virgin I must know nothing about sex. Like, honey, I’ve read enough fanfiction, i think you’d be shocked by the things I know about sex.


a literal six-year-old

Cállate (NSFW)

Summary: After seeing you dancing with another man, Steve gets jealous and makes a move about it.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Other Characters: Unnamed Male Character, Sam Wilson.
Word Counting: 2.1k
Warnings: Very dirty smut and dirty talk, lots of Spanish. This was vaguely inspired by Despacito. Translation to the words is before the tags.
A/N: A huge thanks to @widowsfics and @som3thingcr3ative for helping me with the Spanish parts.

Originally posted by ifoundkylo

Steve tilted his head to the side while your body moved to the sound of the music. He’d never seen you like this, so free and open. It was as if you felt like home in that crowd.

Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote
Tengo que bailar contigo hoy

When that hit – the one he would hear all the time on the radio and Tony played just to bother him – started he braced himself to hear Justin Bieber’s annoying voice in the air, but that wasn’t what heard. A male voice speaking Spanish and completely natural filled his ear and the whole place, and you shoot the man in front of you a smile.

You had taken him to the party Tony was throwing and never left his side. You two were glued to each other, attached by the hip, and when the DJ started throwing dancing songs, you were dancing with him.

When your lips moved, he tried to understand what you said. Steve’s hearing was sensitive, but even he couldn’t hear you talking to the guy with all those the loud sounds.

The first steps you two gave coordinated had everyone moving away to watch, and some agents quickly pulled their phones to film the scene.

Your body moved fluid like water and your toned leg peaked from the slip of the red dress, and it didn’t even look like you were wearing the highest heels he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Damn, dude,” Sam exclaimed. “She’s a pro.”

And you really were.

Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome
Muéstrame el camino que yo voy

Your hips moved as you didn’t even have bones, and he quickly understood how you were so flexible during missions.

Steve’s mouth was hanging open and the crotch of his pants was very uncomfortable.

Damn him if he wasn’t hard for you right now. You were always so sexy – not even trying –, but now… You were driving him insane.

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All about that beard - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: All about that beard

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,874

Summary: Getting paired in interviews with your best friend, and secret love of your life, is a tradition anymore. All the flirting and teasing has always been there. But this time when you’re asked what you’re most excited about in the new Avengers movie, you can’t hold back from expressing your true feelings about his new looks.

“Avengers. Infinity War. It has all been leading to this, and you are part of it. How does it feel?” the interviewer asked witha smile and you and Chris smiled softly.

“Oh you know.” you started with a grin and he already raised an eyebrow at you “We feared it. We tried to run from it. Destiny still arrived, so we’re just rolling with it and trying to make diy room decorations to hide the infinity stones.” you giggled and Chris laughed next to you, shaking his head.

“See, you should be careful what you ask. You’ve got the biggest and certainly cutest fangirl of Marvel in the world here.” he looked at you with an adorable smile and you felt your cheeks heat up so you just looked down at your hands. You were probably the best of friends, but from his constant flirting – even if it was as subtle as now – to how you just clicked in a way only soulmates could to his incredibly breath-taking smile, you caught yourself falling head over heels in love with your best friend of years. It sucked big time when you tried to hide it not only from him but also from the rest of the world that knew you, and he wasn’t making it easy with those adoring looks he sent your way.

“Only with the movies you’re in though.” you said with a somewhat shy smirk and he grinned widely, throwing his arms around your shoulders and hugging you before kissing the top of your head.

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Masterlist: Updated 7/18/2018

* Indicates Smut


List 1

List 2

List 3

List 4

List 5

List 6

List 7

List 8

Sebastian Stan

HC: Slow Sunday Morning Sex with Sebastian Stan *

Drinking Buddies

Let Me Spoil You

Can’t Wait Any Longer

Guess We’re Stuck

Admiring From Afar

Heaven’s Gate

HC: Dating Sebastian Stan

Alone Together

Wedding Day

Just a Little Crush

Are You Out of Your Mind

Too Many Drinks

I Told You So

Bad Dream

A Friday Night In


I’m Sensitive

You Think You’re So Cute


First Date

In Sickness and in Health

In My Defense I’m a Trainwreck

You’re the Reason I Keep Coming Back

Morning Person

HC: Sebastian as a dad

How Long Are You Going to be Mad at me For?

I Knew You Were Going to be Trouble

Stay Calm

You look cute in my Clothes

I’m Taking Care of you, Don’t Argue with me.

Sebastian Meeting your Family

Kiwi *

Hey I have an idea, why don’t you move all your stuff to my place and keep it there

HC Watching a movie with Sebastian *

You’re so ridiculously attractive it hurts

How have you not died of alcohol poisoning after all those shots?

I love you, and I say this with all the love I have in my heart, fucking stop it. You’re embarrassing me

So I’m your girlfriend/ boyfriend now?

Chris Evans


Sweet Dreams *

Making Up *

Coming Up Short


First Time *

Can’t Sleep

Flip Cup *

Bickering Couple

Missing You

Bad Day Gone Worse

Elope with me?

If This Was a Date it Would Not Be Going Well

Do You Ever Think Before You Act?

Pretty sure that’s when I decided I needed to ask you out

Forget it, you fucking suck

Hey I have an idea, why don’t you move all your stuff to my place and keep it there

Baby fever

Bro that was so not cool

How long are you going to be mad at me for?

Why don’t you ask her out?

Chris Evans x Wife Interview

I knew there would be perks to dating you

Don’t die or I’ll be pissed

Chris Pratt

HC: Cuddling with Chris Pratt

Premier Date

Painful Memories *


I Thought You Forgot About Me

HC: Chris Pratt as your boyfriend

Afraid of the Dark

Dammit, I’m trying to be romantic

How long are you going to be mad at me for?

Steve Rogers

Protection Detail

Be Reasonable

I learned by now that kissing you is the best way to shut you up

Bucky Barnes

Oh Baby

Beard Love *

Space *

Exploring *

Weekend Getaway *

The Artist and the Winter Soldier

I thought I Lost You

Stay Calm, Don’t Freak Out on Me

Tony Stark

Drinking With Me Might Help

Owen Grady

Promise *

Hospital Scares

Tense Muscles *

Distract Me Please

Island Mischief: Ongoing series

Caffeine Addict 

Near Death Experiences

HC: Owen Grady as a dad

Caught in the Act *




It’s Not My Fault You Can’t Take Simple Directions

HC:  Being an employee at Jurassic World and catching the eye of the Velociraptor Trainer

Peter Quill


Hit the Books

Summary: jealousy is no one’s friend || prof!//college au

Pairing: professor stan & evans // evanstan x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: flirting, sexual innuendos

A/N: here is part 2: learn your lesson (sequel to hit the books)

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The Color Red - Steve Rogers x Reader - Soulmate!AU

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Summary: Everyone is born colorblind, that meaning you live a black and white life. The main 6 colors in a persons life are the classics. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Each time you live a significant moment of your life, a new color comes into play.

Red: Your Soulmate
Orange: Worst Enemy
Yellow: First Heartbreak
Green: Biggest Role-Model
Blue- Best Friend
Purple: Self-Acceptance

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warning: Brock Rumlow is his typical asshole self in this one-shot, otherwise I think it’s fine besides cursing and such.

A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask, message or comment (:

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Imagine seeing Steve for the first time after the fight with Tony.

“Holy shit.” Your mouth dropped.

Steve stepped out of the shadows, his eyebrows furrowing as his face grew with intensity.

“Steve?” You asked, even though you knew it was him.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You wanted to run over to him. To throw your arms around his broad shoulders and hold him for as long as you could. But you were frozen. With anger coursing through you.

Suddenly, your expression changed and you were glaring at him.

“Glad to know that you’re alive.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. “And me? Well I’m doing just great too. Not that you’d care.”

Steve’s eyes softened, and he was just now a foot away from you.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” He said.

You furrowed your brows, the anger beginning to boil.

“Don’t be like what? Huh?” Your voice started to grow louder with each word. “You’re the reason I’m pissed. You left me, here. Alone. I called you, went to your place, tried every thing I could think of to find you and I got nothing! And you want to be okay with that?”

“No—I just—I’m sorry for leaving, but I had to.” He said. “I couldn’t tell you where I was going because I needed to make sure you were safe.”

You dramatically rolled your eyes.

“You and I both know I can take care of myself. So don’t give me that sorry ass excuse.”

Steve knew he had hurt you. And he couldn’t blame you for being angry with him. He knew what he was doing but he didn’t want you to get hurt. He couldn’t live with himself knowing something happened to you.

“I’m sorry.” He exhaled. “I really just wanted to protect you.”

“If that’s true, then why are you here now?” You asked. “Why did you come back?”

Steve took a small step toward you. His eyes locked with yours.

“I came back because I’m in love with you.” He said. “And leaving You was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Every day, I made sure you were okay. Every day, I checked up on you and when I tried to stop, I couldn’t.”

You felt as if a lump had formed in the back of your throat, as you listened to every word that spilled from his lips.

“I came back because being away from you was killing me.” He continued. “And I miss my best friend.”

Steve was now just inches away. His breath lightly hitting against your cheek. Causing chills to cover you completely.

You scanned his face for bluff, but when you realized he was telling the truth, you cupped his face and crashed your lips to his. Taking him by surprise, Steve was frozen for just a moment before pulling you in closer and deepening the kiss.

In that moment, it felt as if you were the only ones alive. As if the world around you just somehow faded into oblivion.

You took a step back to catch a breath. A smile forming as your eyes met once again.

“I’m digging the beard.” You said.

Steve chuckled to himself, his hands clasped around your waist.

“I thought you might.” He said before pressing his lips on yours.

Imagine the fans shipping you with Chris, others with Robert and others with Tom, so you just tease them and play along as well. Unknown to them is that you are actually interested in one and all three are intereted in you.

Originally posted by cloudenthusiast

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

“So I wanted to ask (Y/n) this question.” the fan said and after a small giggle, you grabbed Robert’s glasses and put them on.

“Go right ahead.” you said with a grin as Chris laughed and said something to Robert about it. You glanced at your costars, that you were sitting between, and casually shrugged.

“What? They totally look better on me!” you laughed before taking them off and placing them on top of your head “I’m listening.”

The fan himself laughed before nodding “So in the movie there is a scene where we see (Y/c/n) have some sort of vision-nightmare concerning the infinity stones and Asgard, which results in her waking up almost distraught and- and calls out for Loki-” he paused for a second when the crowd cheered at the mention of their favorite villain and that characteristic scene that broke the internet at the premiere of your movie. You giggled, playing with your microphone, as Chris and Robert visibly groaned and pretended to be jealous.

“So I wanted to ask: Was it because she was surprised to find out he is alive, considering what we know of her powers be, or because of the infinity stones part? Thank you.” he finished and you nodded your head with a smile.

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drunken confession (s.r)

synopsis: you get drunk with nat and wanda when the conversation about the hottest avenger arises. you start gushing over steve when, much to your dismay, he overhears.

warnings: drinking and a whole lotta fluff

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i highkey needed this in my life, so i had to write it! this is my first imagine, so I really hope you guys enjoy it! also, please send in requests! this can easily be made into a second part, so let me know if you’d like to see that ;)

Originally posted by nomadssteverogers

“Come on, stop being such a wuss and take another shot!” My eyes dart up to the person who’s slurred words echo through the large room, my lips pursing immediately. My hand reaches back to find a pillow placed on the couch I am currently lounged on. After reaching around for awhile, my fingers find the square fabric as I bring it forward and place it on my lap. I hate being called a wuss, and the girl, who just so happens to be one of my best friends, knows this.

“This is my eighth shot Nat, I am not a wuss! I don’t even feel drunk!” As the words leave my lips, a hiccup closely follows, causing the two other girls in the room to burst into a fit of giggles. There is no denying we are all plastered, but none of us will admit just how much we are. The third and final girl, Wanda, just stands up, taking wobbly steps over to grab another bottle. She reaches the counter, grabbing both raspberry and peach flavored vodkas. The girl just stands in her spot, contemplating for a few seconds too long, before setting down the raspberry alcohol and bringing the peach over to us.

“All three of us will take another shot then. We’ll prove none of us are wusses by getting even more drunk,” Wanda announces, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. She begins twisting the cap off the bottle before setting it onto the table scattered with red solo cups and a couple empty bottles of liquor. The alcohol is barely on the table for a second when Nat snatches it up, pouring the crystal clear liquid into a shot glass. She takes the shot without flinching, practically slamming the small glass back on the table. The girl shoves the vodka into my hands, sitting back and waiting for me to pour a shot. My eyes flicker to the bottle, then between the two girls who are looking at me. My head is spinning, and my judgment is way past gone. My angels and demons are having an inner battle on whether or not I should drink more.

“Are you going to take a shot or not,” Natasha quips, her arms folding over her chest. The redhead can’t contain herself, a smile appearing on her face as she whispers a single word she knows will get to me, “wuss.” I just squint over at her, holding the bottle to my lips and tilting my head back as I flip her off. I take a few big gulps of the liquid, it burning my throat as it descends down. My face contorts as I disconnect the bottle from my lips, and set it back on the table. I suddenly flop back onto the couch, wisps of hair engulfing my face as I sigh dramatically.

“Uh oh,” Wanda begins as her hands fiddle with the blanket draped across her, “that sigh didn’t sound good.” I just lay in silence, my eyes following the spinning fan on the ceiling. My hands rest on my bare stomach, the fabric from my white t-shirt riding up, which I am much too intoxicated to fix. I’m not entirely sure why I’m sighing, or maybe I’m too enthralled with the fan.

“Who do you thinks the hottest here,” I blurt out suddenly, catching the two other girls off guard. Wanda immediately begins laughing, causing Nat to chuckle slightly with her. I flip onto my side, looking at the two others with eyebrows furrowed, “no, I’m serious! We’ve never really talked about this before!” The comment stops the laughing between the two girls, their wide eyes meeting. It takes only a couple of seconds for the giggling to resume, this time much louder. I grab the pillow, that was once on my lap, off of the floor, throwing it between the two. It hits Wanda in the arm, the giggling beginning to die down.

“Are you serious? We talk about it all the time! Especially your big ass crush on-“ I cut Natasha off, a loud yell escaping from my lips. The two others in the room stop laughing completely as their eyes bore into mine. I just fully sit up, my eyes wide and my jaw practically on the floor.

“What did we agree on! We never, ever, ever speak of that,” I exclaim loudly. I can tell the other two girls are attempting not to laugh, the look on my face being a dead indicator they should try extra hard. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, swinging my legs off the couch, “it’s ridiculous anyways, it’s not like he feels the same way!”

“Ste- I mean he, isn’t even here right now! You can scream it on the top of your lungs hun, only we’ll hear you!” I just stare at Wanda, my head tilting to the side slightly, it filling with all the thoughts I’ve been repressing. A small smile over takes my lips and a rosy color paints the apples of my cheeks just thinking about him. I’ve been swooning over him since I became part of the avengers. You wouldn’t believe how good I’ve gotten at hiding it. I lick my lips, grabbing a shot glass and pouring another shot, immediately downing it without a second of hesitation.

“You know what, you’re right! He isn’t here so why should I have to hide how dreamy he is? Or how perfect he is? Or how when he smiles I feel like my insides are pop rocks? Or, or, how all I want is to kiss his stupidly perfect face,” I take a deep breath, knowing my tangent is far from over. In fact, I am just beginning to list off the things that make Steve Rogers so perfect. My hand reaches for the bottle again causing Nat to reach forward and grab it from my grip.

“No more alcohol for you, I’m officially cutting you off before you plan your wedding with Rogers.” I just huff, my lips beginning to pout as Wanda takes the bottle from the other girl, and sets it on the table next to her. Deep down I know this is a smart decision, but alcohol would help calm my nerves and get me to vent without a second of hesitation. I decide to let it go as I sit deeper into the couch, my hands rubbing my face as I try to grasp onto a few words to say.

“He has no idea that I’m helplessly in like with him, and there’s no way I can tell him! I can picture it now… I’d tell him how I feel and since he’s so dumb, and perfect, and sweet, he’d try to turn me down in the nicest way possible! Then I’d have to see him all the time, and try not to stare at his stupidly perfect face! Guy’s I am so screwed, I’m so into Steve Rogers,” I open my mouth to continue when I notice Natasha and Wanda’s faces. Their eyes are the size of saucers, and they both look like they’ve just seen a ghost. My face contorts with confusion as I try to figure out what is going on with them. I’m snapped out of my wondering by a voice coming from behind me.

“My stupidly perfect face? That’s kinda an oxymoron don’t you think?” My hand immediately clasps over my mouth as I try not to freak out. I know exactly who that voice belongs to, and I know exactly what he just heard. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, hoping it will somehow help me figure out what to do. My eyes snap open at the same time I slowly stand up, turning to face the guy I just gushed over. He’s standing in the door frame, a smirk etched on his face. I stand in my place, pulling down the hem of my shirt before awkwardly crossing my arms.

“Oh, Steve! Isn’t that a coincidence! We were just talking about this guy that has the exact same name as you! Would you believe it” I manage to stammer out, the excuse sounding much better in my drunken head. He just chuckles, his hand scratching the nape of his neck. I gulp slightly, trying to keep my eyes on his face instead of his perfectly sculpted arm muscles.

“As much as you’d like me to believe it, I can’t say I do” he responds back to me, taking a few steps into the booze stenched room. I bite the inside of my cheek, my eyes darting to the two girls sitting on the couch. They haven’t moved an inch, and I know their help would be as useless as it gets. I look back over at Steve who I can’t help but notice has drawn much closer to me. He clears his throat, stopping dead in his tracks, “I’m not gonna lie, I had no idea you had any type of feelings like this towards me. I always thought you saw me as kind of a… father figure.”

I immediately burst into a fit of laughter, the alcohol making it impossible for me to hide any type of emotion, “a father figure? Hell no, I’ve always had the hots for you Rogers!” As soon as the words slip out of my mouth, I immediately regret it. Sure, he heard me talking about him moments before, but I just said I liked him… to his face. There is nothing I can do now. He smiles again, those feelings of pop rocks I was talking about earlier making an unavoidable appearance.

“Well, even though you won’t remember this in the morning, I’ve always had the hots for you too.” Before I have the chance to process what has just happened, a shriek emerges from behind me. I don’t move to see which one of the girls it was though, it doesn’t matter in this moment. I attempt to string some cohesive words together in my head, trying to find something witty that I would say when I’m sober.

“Well, even though I won’t remember this in the morning, it looks like we need to go on a date.” Steve just stands there, the smile on his face not faltering for a second. He nods his head, his arms slipping into his pant pockets as he rocks on the balls of his feet. I just take a step forward, standing on my tip toes and planting a kiss on the boy’s cheek. Now that is something sober me would never even dream about doing. I retract back, a smirk of sorts on my lips as Steve just stands there in shock. I blink up at him, hoping my drunk actions didn’t scare the boy off.

“Don’t you worry about not remembering, I’ll remind you tomorrow,” he manages to say as he makes his way towards the door, his hand resting on the doorknob as he looks behind him, “I have to go meet Tony, but have a good rest of your night. Drink some water before you go to bed too. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He walks fully out of the room, closing the door with a final smile and a soft thud. I am left staring at the door, beaming from ear to ear like a complete and utter lovestruck idiot.

“Oh god, please tell me I’ll remember this in the morning,” I whisper breathlessly as Wanda and Nat burst into a fit of girlish squeals from the couch.

Avaalons’ Complete Chris Evans Masterlist


Imagines Masterlist


Longer Standalone One Shots:

One Shots Masterlist


Multi-Part/Episodic Series

Unexpectant Series

Unexpectant Masterlist

Young & in Love Series

Young & in Love Masterlist

Chris’ Disney Princess Series

Disney Princess Masterlist

Four Kids Series

Four Kids Masterlist

Since Then…

Since Then Masterlist

Hiking and Hypocrisy

Hiking and Hypocrisy Masterlist

Mobile Masterlist.


Where The Heart Is.

Chris Evans AU.
Pairing:Lumberjack! Chris Evans x OFC - Autumn.

Professor Rogers.

Steve Rogers AU.
Pairing:Professor Rogers x Australian Reader.

Everybody Needs Good Neighbors.

Dean Winchester AU.
Pairing:Mechanic/Neighbor? Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader.

The Captain and The Recruit.

Steve Rogers.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.

The Other Woman

Dean Winchester.
Pairing: Neighbour! Dean Winchester x Reader.


Chris Evans.

Birthday Surprise.
Girls Like Me.
One Time Thing - Part One.
One Time Thing - Part Two.
One Time Thing - Part Three.
Better Than a Dream.

Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers Drabble.
Broken Bones - Part One.
Broken Bones - Part Two.
Second Chances.
Daddy’s Girl.
It Worked.
Practical Lessons.
Watching You.
Happy Anniversary.

Curtis Everett - Snowpiercer.

Cold Nights - Part One.
Cold Nights - Part Two.
Cold Nights - Part Three.

Dean Winchester.

The One That Got Away.
Professor Winchester.
The Bet.
The Bet - Revenge.
The Lake House.

NOTE: Most of my work contains smut and/or adult situations, all my work should have warnings so please read them and only continue reading if you’re comfortable doing so.

Pop the question - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: Pop the question

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You are costars and in a relationship with Chris and while on the set of ‘Gifted’, you are very clingy. Mckenna teases you about it but you are very playful with her and when Chris sees you interact with your youngest costar, he realizes you would make a great mother. Especially for his kids.

Originally posted by dickgraysoni

“I-” you moaned softly against the man’s lips, melting under his touch when his hands ran up your sides. For a second you got carried away, something about his lips and a beard against your own skin that didn’t just take your breath away but made your mind go blank for a moment. But then again, Chris Evans had the unique ability to make you forget your own name with just a kiss or two in the right place. It had happened before.

You took in a shaky breath, your hands finding his chest and pushing him off you despite how wrong it felt to do it “I really shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t.”

“Alright.” he fell next to you on the bed, the both of you staring at the ceiling while panting “Alright, I’ll just drive you home then?”

“It’s-” you licked your lips “It’s ok, I’ll go on my own.” you started getting up, but before you could pull away for good you were already turning back to him. Your hands found his face as you cupped his cheeks and his hands found your waist and he was pulling your body on top of his again while his lips found yours in a passionate kiss.

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Frostbite (Part 2)

Requested: can i request a fic between y/n and steve where they’re secret lovers but y/n chooses team iron man in civil war and then fast forward to infinity war she finds out about steve has moved on with nat. -@anon

Part 1 | Frostbite Masterlist

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Angst??? and Infinity War Spoilers! 

Word count: 3,700

A/N: Requests are open! I’ll try my best to write them <3 

Originally posted by cevansnews

There was a knock on her door, it was quiet and fast.

Y/N shook her head, she felt stupid crying at a time like this and let a dumb laugh out, she couldn’t even have a few minutes to herself, and here was someone knocking on her door- again. She stood up and before she could even open the door, she saw the knob turn, she forgot to lock it. She quickly wiped her tears, she didn’t need anyone asking about her own issues when there was a larger problem to deal with. And when it did open, her lips parted, ocean blue eyes in her view. Her feet were stuck on the floor, before her eyebrows could signal the feeling she was having, she gave a sullen smile. He looked around her room and noticed water dripping from her table, flowers looking crumpled together. She thought of freezing them again in an instant just to cover her tracks, but she was already caught. His expression grave, but she thought this wasn’t the time, or if there will even be a time.

“What’s up?” It was the most normal thing she could muster, but the state she looked in didn’t look normal enough.

“I want to explain,” explain Steve, tell me. Her eyebrow raised, she was acting oblivious to the scene she just witnessed, she wanted to have the upper hand, to be the clear winner of the argument she knew was about to start.

“Explain, what?” She’s now moving towards the cabinet to reach for other equipment, she didn’t want to just stand up and watch and let him make her feel weak again; she wanted to have the shield on this one.

“I knew you were there.” No, he didn’t. He couldn’t, she thought. Her façade was slowly fading away as she adjusted her gloves. It’s unfair, she should have the advantage, but here she was about to be defeated a second time.

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Protection (Chris Evans x FemReader) Fluff

Originally posted by ncoleys

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): Boi this is probably the quickest I have ever made a plot lordy

Request:  33, 48 with Chris Evans

33. Just hold my hand

48. I’m never letting go

Warnings: Yo, protective Chris comes with fluff


Strolling wasn’t uncommon for an New Yorker. Especially both (Y/n) and Chris, walks around town were mandatory.

Even when it was eccentrically hot, as was it today.

Heat bringing jeans lower in (Y/n)’s fancy, she decided on a polite sun dress that she chose because it fit her body type well and she felt settled in it.

Chris went with a cute pair of simple board shorts and a grey t-shirt that had a short v-neckline.

“Look,” (Y/n) cheered softly as the pair passed a fresh fruit stand “These strawberries look like you, Chrispy!”

Chris smiled at the given pet name and turned to look at said berries.

“Oh, and how’s that?” He pondered aloud.

“Sun burnt and shiny with sweat.” the girl laughed.

“Oh ha ha.” Chris mocked and began to walk away “You hurt me in various ways, (L/n).”

“That’s my job, slick.”

She giggled and re-joined Chris on his right side. Her skirt flaring peacefully as she skipped.

It wasn’t long after when (Y/n) started to get uneasy.

“Oh damn, what’s good sexy?”

They both could hear it, and they both knew it was directed towards (Y/n).

“Oooo, nice tits!”

She began to bow her head.

Chris didn’t even give it a second thought before he decided to help. The actor was never around when anyone took the time to attack (Y/n); he kicked himself for that. A thought floated across his mind of what might have happened if he hadn’t been there then and now. He was ultimately appalled.

“Hold my hand.” he whispered to her, kind urgence in his voice. Chris wanted to make this as simple as he could.

“What..?” (Y/n) asked in a solemn tone. She quaintly fixated her gaze on his face.

“Just hold my hand.”

“Alright….” she agreed and tied her hand with his own.

The comments were actually quick to die back. Maybe from the menacing wall upon Chris’s expression; that stayed unknown to the girl.

(Y/n) was really thankful. And honestly, so was Chris.

He had a silent duty where he felt the need to protect (Y/n). He knew in God’s name she was more than capable of being assertive but she was at the same time too kind.

“Chris,” she mumbled and squeezed his fingers in recognition.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“I appreciate what you did back there. A lot.” (Y/n) continued “Thank you.”

“Never thank me for doing my part.” Chris smiled.

You grinned back whole heartedly.

“But your hand, Chrispy.” she commented, looking down at their hands still tied soundly.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, (nickname),” Chris laughed “I’m never letting go.”


(A/n): lmao this is actually pretty shit, wow