you constantly ruin the chances of me falling in love with any other man in existence


Summary: Chris was the best best friend you could wish for. The problem was that you were in love with him and unfortunately he didn’t make it any easier for you. Every time he showed interest in a girl, he came to you asking for advice. How long would it take until you break and what would happen afterwards?

Words: 1973

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

Warnings: None that I could think of

A/N: So this is my first Chris Evans One Shot and I’m really insecure about this, so sorry if I didn’t get his character on point. Also this One Shot is kind of oriented on the movie What’s your number. 
Feedback would be great!

@withoutaplease @thebescht

Loud knocking on your front door woke you up. At first you thought you had only imagined it, but then the knocking was back and you groaned. Forcing your eyes open, you glanced at the clock. It was 3AM who the hell would knock at your door at 3AM?

Slowly you dragged yourself out of your bed and more or less dragged your body to the door. As you opened the door, you didn’t even have a moment to realize what was happening before Chris pushed into your apartment.

“Why the hell are you knocking at my door at 3 in the morning?” you asked him after you closed the door.

“Listen Y/N, I kind of need your advice,” Chris told as he rubbed his neck.

“An advice? You come here in the middle of the night for advice? And that couldn’t have waited until tom.. later today?” you furrowed your eyebrows as you glanced at him.

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Waiting For Superman

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Request: @mysoul4dean - Heya there! I am so in love with your writing and I have a idea that I have for a long time. A DeanxReader based on the Song “Waiting for Superman” by Daughtry. It’s up to you where you take it, though fluff at the end would be great! Thank you ♡

Notes: I adore this song, so this was amazing to write! You got your fluff at the end, along with a healthy heaping pile of angst at the beginning ;) Thank you for the kind words, and I hope you enjoy!

Italics are song lyrics

Word Count: 1.2k+ w/ lyrics, 1k+ without

Song: Waiting for Superman - Daughtry

Warnings: Pregnancy, language, implied smut, complete flangst fic.

She’s watching the taxi driver, he pulls away
She’s been locked up inside her apartment a hundred days
She says, “yeah, he’s still coming, just a little bit late
He got stuck at the laundromat washing his cape”

You had always wondered what life would have been like, having you been smart that night. Your mama always taught you to never fall for man in a bar with bright eyes, because the only thing that rolled off his smooth tongue was lies. You promised yourself ever since you were sixteen, you wouldn’t do anything stupid. You wouldn’t fall for any of your one night stands, you wouldn’t let common sense fly out the window, accepting pleasure over knowledge. No. You were never going to let yourself get into such a mess.

But then, Dean Winchester rolled into town, and morals be damned.

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