Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Mature - 18+ only Summary: Reader prepares the last important details of Chris’ thirty-sixth birthday party, but he can only think of one or two ways he’d like to celebrate this day with her. WordCount: 2.5k Genre: Fluff/Mild smut Warnings: build up; mentions of sex/innuendos, Chris being a dork and a butt guy, slight food play/kink, make out session and language! Author’s Note: I know, Chris’ birthday was yesterday (June 13th), but I actually wrote so much that I had to split this into two parts. The actual smut will be in the last part hopefully up tomorrow. Once again, happy birthday to the Dorito and enjoy! xx
“Dodger, come here,” you whispered and the dog padded out of the kitchen, stopping at your feet. You bent and patted his back as his tail wagged excitedly.
Staring back at your reflection in the mirror of the foyer, you smoothed out your dress - the same summer dress you’d wear on your first date with Chris three years ago - and you applied your cranberry lip balm. You weaved a hand through your hair, pushed up your breasts and you picked up the breakfast tray you’d left on the entryway table.
“What do you think? He’s going to like it, right?” You asked Dodger and laughed at how ridiculous you sounded. My God, I’m talking to a dog.
I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it’s true.
And I don’t want to spend my whole life, just waiting for you.
Now I don’t want you back for the weekend.
Not back for a day–
The water fell over your body like an angel dancing in the rain, it was hot and everything you needed after a hard day at work. Squirting the shampoo into your hand, you scrubbed it into your scalp as the song playing off your phone was blaring through your bathroom. Your legs did a little dance but you also focused on not slipping.
Just as the chorus was about to start, everything switched off. Your heart pounded, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body as you looked around in darkness. You cried out when the shampoo got into your eyes, “Just my luck.”
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teensand Up Summary: Reader bakes cookies for the first time and it turns out pretty interesting and funny when Chris comes in the kitchen. WordCount: 1.3k Genre: Fluff! Warning: suggestive themes. Author’s Note: it’s inspired by a scene in One Tree Hill involving Leyton (Lucas & Peyton), my one and only ship/otp! This series is actually really good; it’s my childhood even if it wasn’t suited for children… oops.
As you baked a large number of cookies for your family, specially visiting you the next day, your boyfriend sat on a sofa - with Dodger - in the open-plan living room. He checked his e-mails and other important information about his next films coming up in the following years.
“Chris, it’s ready!” You pulled out the first pan from the oven and dropped some of the dough by large spoonfuls onto another one. The rest containing either chocolate chips or white chocolate chips was divided into two different bowls for the next couple of batches.
“Hey.” Chris appeared behind you and you turned your head to peck his cheek. He winked, stretching his arm and he took one of the cookies on the worktop.
As he chewed the chocolate biscuit still quite steamy, Chris made a face that said a lot about the taste of it. He pressed his lips together until he brought a paper towel to his mouth, spitting the cookie out.
A/N this one is sorta different to other ones I’ve written, idk where
the collage idea came from but yeah… also would anyone like it if I made a
You sat alone on the couch in front of the television,
scrolling without purpose through social media feeds. Jungkook should be home soon, you thought to yourself, glancing at
the time. The exciting stage in yours and Jungkook’s relationship had never
seemed to die down, a gentle buzz of butterflies fluttering at the pit of your
stomach when you thought of seeing him soon. Just being in his company, hearing
him, touching him, breathing him.
After you’d whirled up a daydream in your head of welcoming
home Jungkook in a variety of different ways, you hardly noticed him emerging
from the front door. His body seemed to slump over uninvitingly, the hood of
his jacket masking a shadow across his eyes, darkening them further. You
swallowed slightly; you’d encountered sulky-Jungkook many times.
Concerned, you pulled yourself up from the comforting grip
of the couch and made your way over to Jungkook. Ignoring you, he brushed past
you and threw himself into the singular chair adjacent to the sofa and buried
his head in his hands, groaning slightly. You followed him and leant against
the back of the chair, gently kneading your hands into his shoulders.
“You okay?” you murmured. He sighed heavily in reply. You
began to massage his shoulders before leaning close to his ear and inquiring, “want
to talk about it?”
It had been a year since you had really seen the majority of
the other men. Quite a lot had happened during this period of time. The most
important being that you and Minseok had gotten married, it was arguably the
best thing that happened to you in life. Your parents were extremely confused
when you suddenly introduced him to them. You had lied saying you had met him
at your new workplace. To say they weren’t happy was an understatement. Their
daughter had gone missing for a couple of months and all of a sudden she wanted
to get married it all seemed slightly rushed, and you couldn’t blame them
because it’s true, it was rushed, but you had never been so sure of anything in
your life and you were not backing down so eventually they had to accept what
you wanted. It’s not that they didn’t like Minseok; they always stated that he
seemed a ‘nice enough bloke’ but the whole concept of marriage at the age of 23
didn’t sit well with them, but truthfully you couldn’t be happier. Minseok made
you extremely happy and that’s all that really mattered at the end of the day.
You had been married for just under two months now; you lived in a cute cosy
house in a quiet area. You had accessed your savings from your job before you
entered that mad house, on top of that you were both earning enough in order to
live comfortably, it was nothing too fancy, but it was something that you both
liked and it was home. After the life you’d lived last year silence was the only thing you
craved and so did Minseok. He was glad that he could finally call you his. He
never went a day without reminding you that you belonged to him and he was so
glad that you had given him a new start. You went to Church with him every
Sunday and visited the graves of his parent’s right after the service. It had
become routine and it put the both of you at peace. It was weird visiting the
place Minseok had opened up to you weekly, only this time around you were his
wife and he loved you more than he could possibly put into words.
The wedding that the two of you had had was small. Really small. The only
guests present were your parents, Mia, Chanyeol and Sehun. The rest of the boys
didn’t make it and apparently Minseok said that they had reasons for it, but
you still weren’t too sure what those ‘reasons’ were. Quite frankly you thought
that their absences were rude, especially Baekhyun’s but you learnt to push
your hurt away into the deepest darkest corner of your mind, just like all the
other hurtful memories you had accumulated over the time you’d spent in that
You had caught up with Chanyeol once or twice, but not as much as you would have
expected to, partly because you were now a married woman and because Chanyeol
had started dating. Since you were trying to get your lives on track, Chanyeol
had gotten a new job at an elementary school as an assistant teacher and had
fallen head over heels for one of his colleagues. You were so happy for him
because he was an absolute sweetheart and he deserved all the happiness he
could get in life. You knew that if it hadn’t been for you loving Minseok maybe
it could’ve been Chanyeol he was the most caring man you’d ever met and so his
happiness meant that you were happy. As for Sehun you would see him the most,
he was still practically joint at the hip to Minseok, always visiting your
home. But he had slowed it down a bit after you had gotten married, he realised
that the both of you needed ‘time’ to yourselves.
You heard through the grapevine that Junmyeon was married
however you and Minseok couldn’t make it as you were on your honeymoon, why he
scheduled the wedding at that time you didn’t know. Honestly you were slightly
displeased with him because there was nothing more you wanted to see than
Junmyeon happy, especially since the last time you had seen him when he tried
to burn all of you alive, he was an utter wreck, you just hoped that whoever
she was she was treating him right and loved him unconditionally because that’s
all these broken men needed. They needed something like what you and Minseok
had, because honestly it was intense and special.
You and Minseok had been living a pretty comfortable life and for the most part
you were extremely happy, but lately he had been coming home pretty late, he
always seemed somewhat tired and flushed and you couldn’t help but think there
was someone else. You had only been married two months, was he getting bored of
you already, maybe he realised that you weren’t what he wanted? Maybe he only
needed you to break down his walls and that was it. You tried shaking the
thought from your mind multiple times, ignoring his late returns but it kept
creeping back to the forefront of your brain, until one night when the both of
you were in bed relaxing, you‘d decided that you’d had enough of it.
“Min…” You wavered slightly, wondering if you should ask
him the question, surely he was innocent and you were just overreacting, you
didn’t want to hurt his feelings and start an unnecessary argument.
“Mmm?” He was focused on the tablet that he was holding in
his hand, scrolling through the dozens of emails he’d received earlier in the
day. For some reason this got you angry, he wouldn’t even focus his full
attention on you even when he spent less and less time with you. You weren’t a
clingy woman, but Minseok’s behaviour was slowly spiralling downwards and there
was only so much that you would allow yourself to take.
“Where do you go so late at night?” You spat the question
out, your voice laced with venom. Minseok frowned, placing his tablet down on
the bedside table and turned his head to look at you.
“Babe…what? When I get home you’re already asleep.”He
answered, you knew Minseok well and you could already sense a lie in whatever
‘version of truth’ he thought he was telling you.
“No! Don’t give me that shit Minseok! Don’t act like you
just come in right after I fall asleep because you sure as heck don’t! Do you
have any idea how long I wait up for you?! You slip into bed at like 3AM and
think I don’t notice. You’re supposed to be my husband Min; you’re supposed to
“No, babe. I promise you it’s not what it looks like. I want
to tell you but I can’t…” He shook his head, lightly taking your hand in his,
but you pulled away.
“No Minseok! This isn’t okay. Why can’t you tell me where
you’re going then, doesn’t that sound dodgy to you? We’ve been married only two
months Min. Two months. And you’re already screwing other girls. We waited
until marriage Minseok; you shouldn’t be bored of me already! What am I doing
so wrong? Am I not satisfying enough?” You didn’t even realise the involuntary
tears rolling down your cheek until a tear splashed onto your hand.
“Babe, no, stop it. Of course you’re enough for me; you’re
enough and so much more.”
“Then why won’t you tell me where the fuck you go Kim
Minseok!” You had enough of the sweet talk and your body was shaking violently,
you thought you meant more to him than this. Everything was going swimmingly
well, why did he have to do this to you when you were putting your everything
into this marriage.
“Y/N if I tell you, then you’ll be mad at me, life will
spiral downhill again and we won’t be happy! Is that what you want?!” Why was
he twisting this on you, as though it was your fault that he was returning home
early hours of the morning, cheaters always do have a way of making the
innocent party look guilty, but you weren’t going to let him win.
Just as you were about to give him a piece of your mind. You
heard the front door knock. The both of you froze, turning your heads to the
direction that the knock was coming from. It was 3AM; who could be possibly
knocking at this time. You frowned rising from the bed.
“No Y/N, don’t get that.” Minseok reached over to your side
of the bed grabbing your wrist, but you pulled it out of his grip and advanced
out of the room.
“Why, are you scared it’s the whore you’ve been fucking?
Scared that she followed you home Min? That you’ll be exposed?” You laughed
sarcastically and coldly not turning back to look at him. “I swear if it’s
Melanie I’ll kill her with my bare hands.”
You walked over to the front door of your house swinging it
open and talking faster than your brain could think.
“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing here but
he’s married, so you can sling your hoo—What? Yixing?” You paused staring at
him. You were stunned to say the least and let out a breath that you didn’t
even know you were holding, it had been a year since you’d seen him and
although you no longer felt anything towards him even remotely, you had to
admit that he looked more handsome than he did before.
“Y/N.” He smiled at you softly, his dimples making a subtle
appearance. You had to admit that you had missed him a little bit and it was
somewhat comforting to see him again and know he was okay.
“It’s been forever…you look…good.” He gave you a quick once over and you
remembered you were wearing a satin crimson pyjama dress that Minseok had
bought you not too long ago, making you cringe with embarrassment, you tried to
cover yourself as best you could with your arms.
“You look good too.” You said back quietly. “But what are
you doing at my house at this time of the day? It’s 3AM.”
“Actually I need to speak to Minseok, he’s in right?” He
pushed past you softly walking into the open planned living room/ kitchen.
“Y/N, Y/N. I told you not to open the door…” You heard
Minseok’s voice in the distance gradually getting louder the closer he got to
where you were stood. “Leave it and come back to bed, God knows who—Yixing?”
Minseok’s eyes opened widely for a second or two, then returned his gaze back
to normal. “What are you doing here Yixing?” He bit his lip nervously. What was
going on, and why wasn’t Minseok as stunned as you to see Yixing when you both
hadn’t seen him in a whole year.
Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Fluff
You and Bucky flirted relentlessly, day in day out. You wanted to believe that the super soldier liked you as more than a friend or teammate, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Knowing your luck, he was just being friendly and you were reading the signs wrong. Everyone tried to convince you that your crush on Bucky wasn’t unrequited, but you refused to make a move, or reveal your true feelings to him. So the two of you flirted everyday, and never acted on the flirtation, much to the teams frustrations.
You’re sitting at the kitchen table, trying to wake up properly with a strong coffee, when Bucky stumbles into the open plan kitchen/living room.
“Mornin’“ he always sounds so attractive in the mornings, when his voice is still low and coated in sleep,