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To the Rescue

Summary: Uncle Chris Evans - need I say more? || fluff!

Word Count: 1175

Note: For fictional/writing purposes, I’ve named Chris’ nephews even though I have 0 knowledge of their actual names, so yeah, please keep that in mind!!

A/N: Dedicating this fic to my beloved @retroasgardian because I love her to death. hope you all enjoy this! :)

Originally posted by chrisevanshh

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 You’re On; And Some *Cristiano Ronaldo X Junior imagine *


Standing a little ways from the wall, I made sure I was quiet and stayed hidden as Cristiano opened up the cabinet. I watched as the baby powder sprayed in his face this caused me to burst out laughing, walking out from where I was I continued to laugh as I saw his face. 

He gave me a really blank face and chuckled slightly, “This was creative, how’d you pull it off?” He asked 

I gave him a smile, “I have my ways” 

He shook his head, as the baby powder came off with it. I laughed and he sighed, taking off his clothes. “I’m going to take another shower” He said

I chuckled, “I love you” I said walking out

Going into the kitchen I grabbed the box of Cheerios, and then grabbed a bowl placing it on the counter. As I opened up the box something felt weird about it but I didn’t worry about it as I began pouring the cereal into the bowl, looking down at the bowl I screamed as I saw an eight legged creature inside of the bowl. 

I heard laughter from behind me and saw Cristiano standing there a smile on his now clean face. I pointed at him, “Y-You did this?” I asked

He nodded, “You didn’t think I would let you continue doing this whole prank thing and let you get away with it?” Cristiano asked leaning against the counter

I looked at the bowl that was across the room on the counter and then looked at Cristiano, “Well are you going to get rid of it?” I asked looking at him

Cristiano chuckled, “Alright, alright” He said before going to get the bowl

After he took out the bowl dumping the creature back into its natural world I looked at him, “I hope you know it’s on” I said

Cristiano chuckled, “Sorry sweetheart but it’s been on since you threw my gel out last week” He said

I stuck my tongue out at him and walked past him, “I’m going to get something outside to eat I don’t trust anything over here” I said

Cristiano chuckled, as I walked towards the door it opened before I could open it and it showed Junior with his backpack. He looked between the two of us, “Where are you going Y/N?” He asked

I gave him a smile, “I’m going to get some ice cream” I said

“Can I go?” He asked looking at Cristiano

“Actually I have something that we’re going to do together” Cristiano said 

Junior groaned, “But I want to go with Y/N “ He said

I gave him a smile, bending down and whispering in his ear I told him, “I need to you to keep an eye on your dad, he’s planning something” I said

Junior looked at me and nodded his head, “I will” 

I smiled ruffling his hair and turning to Cristiano, “No more bugs” I said

He chuckled, “No promises” He said

I sighed before walking out of the house and to my car. 


When I pulled back up to the house, I had an ice-cream in one hand, fries, and then a milkshake. Entering the house, I noticed it was a lot quieter than normal which made me get suspicious; so setting down the stuff in my hands I walked towards the other side of the house where the movie room was.

Once I was in front of the door I twisted the doorknob before pushing the door open, and it was a good thing I didn’t walk through it because then I would’ve been drenched in cold water with ice. 

I heard laughing coming from inside of the room, and I raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t it feel nice to get pra-Wait you’re not wet” Cristiano said

I chuckled crossing my arms, “Yes because I didn’t walk into the room Cris” I said

“Pai did Y/N get soaked in water?” Junior asked excitedly

I looked over to him, “Junior, I thought we had a deal” I said

Junior gave me a smile, “I have to help Pai” He said before running off somewhere in the house

I looked at Cristiano and chuckled, “Better luck next time babe” 

Just as I turned around and went to walk away I noticed that my hand wouldn’t get off the door knob. Looking over to it I tried to take it off but it wouldn’t budge, my eyes shifted up to Cristiano, “Did you glue the door knob?” I asked

He chuckled, “Maybe” 

“Cristiano” I said

He walked out of the room, and a little ways from me, “Seems like you gotta find a way to separate your hand from the door” He said walking still

I groaned, “Cristiano this isn’t funny” I said

He shrugged, “I love you” 

My mouth fell open as he walked away and I couldn’t see him anymore, looking back down at my hand I groaned and decided to sit down. And you know what I probably sat there for a good 30 minutes before I felt my hands connection to the door knob start to get a little loose. 

Shaking my hand a little more, it finally came off and I stood up making my way down the hall I saw Junior and Cristiano sitting down on the couch. “Thanks for helping by the way” I said

Cristiano chuckled, “Oh you finally got your hand off the door” He said 

“Yeah, yeah I did” I said

~The Next Two Days

“CRISTIANO!” I yelled

I heard laughing and then he popped into the mirror a smile on his face, “Hey babe I think you’re looking a little bit lighter than normal” He said 

I glared, “Do you know how long it took me to do my makeup?” I asked groaning

He leaned on the frame, “Do you know how long it took me to get out of the shower without finding Ketchup and Mustard in a new place?” He asked

Groaning, I began the process of removing everything. I was kind of just glad at the fact that I decided against putting on my clothes. “Oh do you mind going to the game alone?” He asked

I raised an eyebrow, “Why don’t we just go there together?” 

He smiled, “Because I have to do something before hand” 

I nodded, “Yeah sure” 


Getting out of my car, I walked into the stadium and to my regular seat. It was already starting to get filled up, and after a little while the game started. 

So far it was going well the challenges given by both Madrid and Sevilla were equal and our refs didn’t suck. By the time halftime rolled by it was 2-0, so I pulled out my phone, scrolling through it as everyone waited for the time to dwindle down. 

After a while the game resumed, and as I was watching something seemed completely off. However I couldn’t exactly place my finger as to what it was, I continued to watch as Cristiano got the ball and it didn’t take long for the Sevilla defender to come over and begin to challenge him. 

But as he did that, he was going to fast to even really stop and ended up slide tackling Cristiano. I didn’t make any reaction because this sort of thing happens every game, I sat back and watched as the guys went over to see if he was alright. 

However I started to get worried as I saw he wasn’t getting up after a while, and it made me go to the edge of my seat. I could see slightly that he was holding his leg, as the trainers went out I was standing now. “Y/N!” Someone called out

Looking over it was Marcelo who pointed up, confused I looked up and saw the screen. On it said, “Will you marry me?” 

Bringing my view back down to the boys I saw Cristiano standing a smile on his face, and he pointed next to me. Turning to look I saw the Real Madrid Juniors holding the sign, my hands went to my mouth. “So will you marry us?” 

Words really couldn’t form from my mouth and the only thing I could do was nod, the entire stadium once again cheered as if the boys scored another goal. And I felt someone tap my shoulder, turning I saw Cristiano smiling. “Let’s End the Pranks and Start our Wedding Planning”

Spend The Night (Part 6)

Originally posted by christythedweeb

Summary: Dean and reader spend another night together…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: student!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: *shakes head* These two are just too adorable…

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[Jackson] Princess (Part II)
Part 1

Jackson usually finishes work at 6:30, but it’s almost 11 in the evening and he’s not back. If at first he received your desperate calls but now his phone is shut and you can’t join him. Nobody knows where he is. He’s not with BamBam, nor Jaebum or Jinyoung, you even tried Mark, a really old friend but he couldn’t help either. Worry devoured you, you hadn’t eaten, you couldn’t go to sleep. Is he going to come back? Is he leaving you? What would you do without him? Is he okay? God, please let him be okay. Where is he? Jackson where are you? Come back, please.

Around 11:0 you hear the familiar shuffle of his keys getting busy on the door. Thank god he’s back. From the kitchenette, your hands gathered against your chest, you peak and see him stepping in, hiding something behind his back. He spots your small figure in only one of his T-shirts and his eyes immediately turn apologetic. He kicks the door closed.

“Where were you?” You asks as he walks up to you.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t want to scare you. But my phone was dead. I’m sorry.” He replies, cupping your face with his free hand and dropping a peck on your lips. You put your hands on his waist.

“Where were you at?” You ask again.

“I have surprise for you.” He says, a smile creeping on his face. How could this ‘surprise’ keep him up so late?

“What is it?” You ask, not particularly thrilled. He looks down and ruffles through his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. Oh no. Surprise and horror swell your heart

“Jackson were the hell did you get all that money?!” You ask as he drops the money on the dinner table. You’re modified.

“I have another job.” He smiles.

“What kind of job?” You ask in disbelief.

“I started boxing.” He explains. Oooo-what?!

“Boxing?” You’re confused.


“But- but-” Boxing?

“Tonight was my first fight, and I won.” He fought?! He fought for money? Who would pay him so much?

“How much did you get?”

“A thousand and five hundreds. Enough to buy you this.” He says, showing you what he’s been hiding behind his back, a bouquet of roses. 

“Oh, baby.” You cooed in a awe. It had almost made you forget he was doing this for you. And you knew how much it meant to him.

“They’re beautiful.” You said, taking the flowers from his hands. You smelled them. Mmmh.

“Thank you.” You got on your tip toes and grabbed the back of his neck before kissing him.

“You’re welcome, princess.” He smiles against your lips, he can’t be any happier.

“I love you.” You mumble against his lips.

“Me too, princess.” He replies.

“But how did you enter a club? How come they pay you so much in cash?” You ask , looking directly in his eyes, your head cocked to the side, rubbing the back of his neck and playing with his hair.

“It’s underground..” He says. Underground? Like a secret fight club?

“Baby that’s illegal!” You scold him, getting back on your heels and letting go of him.

“I know but we need this money.” He explains. You don’t even like the idea of him fighting, and now that you know he’s doing this illegally, it’s a big no no.

“I don’t want you to fight for me, I don’t want you to do this. This is too dangerous, I don’t want you to get hurt.” You say, shaking your head and dropping the flowers on the table.

“I won’t get hurt baby. I’m good in what I do.” He cups your face and leans in, holding you gaze, trying to convince you.

“No, no Jackson don’t do this. This is too dangerous, please don’t do this.” You brush his hands away, shaking your head.

“Baby it brings money.” He insist. Is he obsessed with money? Can’t he see his life and health is more important than money?

“I don’t care about the money!” You finally snap, exasperated. He frowns.

“I’m doing this for you, for us. I’m showing you I care. You’re the one who told me I didn’t care enough.” He says.

“I didn’t think you’d do that.” You grab you forehead in frustration as you turn away from him, wandering in the kitchenette.

“Nothing’s good enough for you anyway.” He says and you freeze. When you turn around he’s walking past you to you shared bedroom.

“No, no Jackson, baby. I don’t want to fight.” You follow him in the corridor.

“Please, don’t get mad. I’m just worried. Your health matters more than money to me.” You tug at his jacket and he sighs, turning around.

“Let’s not fight about this again.” You pout before kissing him and he relaxes, kissing you back.

“I appreciate what you do, I do baby.” You reassure him and his eyes soften. He smiles and kisses you.

“I have something else for you.” He says once you pull away. What now? You frown. He ruffles through his other pocket and pulls out a small pink present box with a fake ribbon.

“Here. Open it.” He demands as you take the box from his hand. What can it be? You open the lid and place it under the box.

“Oh, Jackson.” It’s a pink velvet box. Oh my. You flipped the box, letting the velvet square fall into you palm and slowly opened it. It was the engagement ring he couldn’t buy you before. Simple: a thin ring and a small diamond.

“Baby…” You coo, looking up at him in a awe, making him smile.

“I thought it was a way to make it official.” He shrugs humbly.

“Oh Jackson, it’s beautiful, I love it. Thank you.” You reply. He takes the velvet box from your hand and takes the ring out before putting the box back in his pocket. Giggling, you give him your left hand and he slides the ring around your finger. He grabs that same hand and kisses your knuckles, then the back of your hand, then goes up to your lips, kissing you tenderly.

“I love you.” You mumble against his lips.

“I love you too, princess.” Gosh, what that name does to you. You kiss him harder, more hungrily, passionately and he keeps up with your sensual rhythm. Now you want him. 

His hands travel down to your backside and in a blink of eye your lifted in the air, your fingers lost in his hair as he carries you to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. Only the sound of your lips smacking against each other can be heard as he lays you down, his mouth devouring yours. He pulls away for air and sits up, kneeling on the bed between your legs. He takes his jacket off while you take off your shirt, leaving you only in your panties. He then pulls his shirt above his head, revealing his bare chest, his silver chain falling perfectly between his pecks. 

“You’ve got a bruise.” You sit up on your knees, noticing a purple spot on his rib cage. Your hand come up unconsciously, your fingertips grazing his swollen skin. Oh, Jackson.

“Don’t mind it, it doesn’t hurt.” He cups your face and kisses your worry away, pushing you further on the bed. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, and runs his tongue along your neck, tasting your soft skin. 

“I love you so much.” He whispers, kissing you down to your breasts. “My beautiful princess.” He murmurs, kissing the valley between your boobs, making you shiver and sigh in pleasure. Gosh, Jackson could make you do anything just my calling you princess. 

He pulls away and focuses on his clothes, getting rid of whatever could bother him while he makes love to you. During this time you only take off your bra, leaving him the pleasure to uncover the most intimate part of your body. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and slowly pulls them down, his lips kissing each newly exposed piece of skin. He kissed your lower stomach, drops a soft kiss on your intimacy, then on your inner thigh, down your leg, until your panties were off and laying on the floor. He crawls back to you and kisses you, propping himself on his elbows.

“Condom.” You whisper against his lips before he traps your mouth again, kissing you hard. He groans, pinning your hands above your head before locking your fingers together. He doesn’t like condoms at all. But sorry for him, you ovulate soon.

“Baby, condom.” You insist between his assaults on your mouth.

“I’ll pull out baby, I promise.” He breathes. It’s a bit risky, but you give it to him, because you’re too turned on. He eases himself inside of you, and this familiar fullness makes you gasp. Oh my. He starts at a steady rhythm, nice and slow, romantic and tender. Slowly… yeah… Like that… Oh Jackson… 

His hands are all over you, he strokes your sides, squeezes your behind, caresses your skin, he makes you shiver. Oh Jackson… Yes…

“Anh!” You whimper. While he keeps his steady pace, his lips are all over your neck, kissing, sucking and nibbling, but now that he’s more fast and passionate, he locks your lips together, his tongue devouring your hot cavern. He knows what to do to make you feel all fuzzy and weak inside.

“Oh, baby.” He cries out, he’s close. His face reddens as his breathing itches and a vein on his forehead becomes visible. He connects your foreheads as he continues thrusting in and out of you. He’s close.

“Baby pull out.” You moan, still highly stimulated by his actions. Jackson it feels good, but if you’re gonna come before me then pull out.

“Just a little bit more baby.” He moans against your lips. 

The hand he is squeezing your breasts with starts to shake, his thrusts grow sloppier and he moans repeatedly, each moan louder than the other one. He’s going to explode. He thrusts harder and deeper, making you gasp. You’re all moans, heavy breathing and lip brushing. This sensation… Oh my. You’re close. You’re almost there. It feels so good Jackson, hang on a little bit more, let me come… Please let me come before you… Just a little bit more. You get closer to the edge with each thrust of his. Yes… Yes… Right there… Oh my…

“Jackson!” And you come, hard. It’s consuming, overwhelming, your body implodes as you hit your release. Jackson’s helpless above you, still racing to his end. You moan loudly and arch your back as your orgasms crashes over you.

“Pull out Jackson.” You breathe, still halfway through your orgasm.

“Oh, baby!” He cries out, squeezing his eyes shut as he gives it one last thrust and empties himself into you. No!

“No, Jackson!” You grab his shoulders trying to push him off but he doesn’t move and collapses on you. You give up. It’s too late.

“I told you to pull out you idiot!” You smack his shoulder angrily, not giving him time to come down from his high.

“You said you’d pull out!” You hiss, smacking him again and he giggles breathlessly while you are being serious.

“Sorry, it was too hard, you feel so good around me.” He says, pinning your wrists above your head and latching at the skin of your neck.

“Oh fuck you!” You wriggle out of his grip and push him off.

“I ovulate tomorrow for fuck’s sake!” You swing your legs over the edge and start walking to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

“Baby relax.” He gets up as well and grabs your hand.

“If we’re getting married we might as well start a family.” He walks closer to you, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Oh don’t pull out that card to me you know damn well we can’t have a child right now!” You yank your hand away.

“Oh come on! We’re officially engaged, I wanted to celebrate properly. I wanted to feel all of you.” He reaches down and tugs at your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and wrapping you legs around him.

“First of all the ring didn’t make it official, you asking me did.” You point a threatening index at him while he carries you back to the bed. He smiles at your words as he kneels on the mattress.

“Second, this is not an excuse. I can’t get pregnant, you know it.” He lays you back down and leans over you.“Stop grinning at me.“ 

"I love you so fucking much.” He leans in to kiss you but you roll your eyes and turn your head to the side, denying him a kiss.

“Don’t be mad at me.” He kisses your neck instead.
“How can I not?”
“I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.” He kisses your collarbone, then moves lower until he’s kissing the valley between your breasts.

“Well I don’t like it when you don’t pull out when you should.”

“I mean is it that hard? I am only asking you one thing.” You sit up.

“Honestly? Yes.” Ugh. You roll your eyes and fall back down on the mattress.

“I mean, we’re in the middle of making love, I’m hot and stimulated, you’re there, kissing me and making sexy sounds.” He presses his lips to your neck again.

“And you feel so fucking good around me, princess. All warm, tight and wet.” You can tell his smirking. Your inner goddess smirks, but yoou scoff.

“What you do to me, princess… Pulling out is fucking torture.” You scoff, hinting him his words are not working on you.

“Baby we don’t know if you’re pregnant. We’ll find out later. If you are, then feel free to punch me in the balls, alright?” Can’t I do it now? And that would be it? A kick in the balls and everything is fine? No, the baby would still be there. He doesn’t have a clue how serious this is. You scoff and roll your eyes once more so he emerges from the crook of your neck to look at your face turned away from him, you’re not smiling.

“Do you hate me?” He’s serious now. No I don’t hate you but… Ugh!

“You’re so fucking immature sometimes.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t pull out. I know we can’t have a baby and I took a stupid risk. I’m sorry I was stupid, it won’t happen again.”

“I know I like to make my mistakes look consequenceless but I know made a serious mistake and I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.” He pleads. It doesn’t change anything, but at least he regrets. You nod.

“You still love me, princess?” He kisses your lips and you smile against his lips.

“Cool, because I love you too.”

“Come on, let’s get you rid of my spermatozoids.” He lifts you up effortlessly and you wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you to the bathroom.

“Gross.” You giggle.

“And I think they’re already all up in there.” You remark.

“Lucky bastards.” Oh my.


You come out of the bathroom and Jackson’s waiting for you in your bed. You reach up and pull your hair into a bun, walking around the bed to go to your side.

“Why are you smiling?” You ask Jackson who had been watching you with a grin sprawled on his face.

“You look like a mushroom.” He says, giving you the biggest mushy heart eyes ever as you slide into the bed and cuddle next to him.

“Well I’m a cute mushroom.” You argue back, snuggling in his chest, getting all comfy and warm.

“Yes you are.” He kisses the top of your head and you hum in approval.

“Come to my next fight.” He suddenly demands. You had almost forgotten about the whole boxing thing. 

"Hm?“ You ask.

"Come to see me fight. You’ll be my lucky charm.” He insist. Is he really going to keep going with this boxing thing? You don’t want him too. But if you tell him to stop he’ll get mad, he’ll tell you nothing’s good for you. But is being worried about him acting like a spoiled girl? No, it’s not. You hate that he’s so stubborn. But out of all the possible, why boxing? Illegal boxing, may I precise. Why did he have to choose this? You don’t feel this, but maybe it’s not as bad as you think it is. Maybe it’s not some kind of dirty fight club managed by some mafia or gangsters. You decide to see before deciding.

“Okay.” You mumble. 

"Cool.“He breathes.You raise your hand a observe the ring shining around your finger. He’s bought this with the money he earned. He literally fought for this ring. It should make you happy, but instead your heart sinks.

"Baby I feel bad.” You murmur. 

"Why?“ He asks.

"This is dirty money.”

“Don’t think like that, yes it’s illegal but it’s not a big deal. I promise that I know what I’m doing, we’ll be fine.” You remain silent.

“I’m doing this for us, don’t forget it, princess.” He kisses the top of your head.

“Okay.” You mumble.

“Sleep now baby.”

“Sing me to sleep?”

“Kiss me?”

“You know my favorite part.” You use his chest as a pillow and close your eyes, waiting for the gentle melody to start.

Settle down with me. And I’ll be your safety, and you’ll be my lady…

Starling: Chapter Seventeen

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Roy had approached Earth from orbit more times than he could remember anymore, and it struck him that Empyrean beaches were very wide. The pale, crinkly border of sand was much fatter than he was used to, like the bold outline on a children’s map made into living land. But then again maybe it was his imagination, because the beach they were bearing down on looked normal.

They made egress into the same kind of commercial spaceport Roy would expect to see on Earth, if it weren’t for all the aliens bustling around amongst the brisk-walking, dressed-up humans. As he followed his classmates in a big clump, he was overwhelmed by a general tall brightness, which was somewhat offset by wide-brimmed hats and ugly rolling luggage. He spotted a pair of knee-high raptor children, feathers dull and downy, following an adult and hefting matching pink backpacks, and remembered with a jolt that Elliott must have once looked like that, but that Elliott certainly didn’t look like that anymore.

Customs was expedited, but it still seemed to take an age. Roy shoved his passport at the agent and hardly even felt awkward getting stared at. “Welcome to Empyrean, Mr. Calabi,” the person said. If they craned to stare at him, he was definitely looking the other way.

He scanned every blue face he could see. He’d hoped to meet Elliott at some point, of course, but he hadn’t known it was going to happen at all, let alone so soon. What on Earth—so to speak—was he supposed to say?

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