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Uhm- WHAT?!?!?

Fernando: Ran out of ideas for the hair Hamilton? It’s been years since you last changed it.

Lewis: why do you care?

Fernando: *sipping his drink* I like a little entertainment, and they were always quite entertaining.

Charles: That’s true.

*Max joining them and taking a seat*: What’s true?

Charles: Lewis hasn’t changed his hairstyle in ages.

Max: Oh, he likes having it pulled, that’s why.

Charles: *spluttering* what?!

Max: *shrugs*

Binging on this 🫶

Supernatural Masterlist

Please be aware of my smut and trigger warnings if you are underaged do not read my fanfics! Most of my fanfics are 18+ so please head the warnings!!!

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Sam Winchester Masterlist

Winchester Brothers Masterlist

John Winchester Masterlist

Winchesters Masterlist

Castiel Masterlist

Crowley masterlist

Misc. Characters masterlist

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Jared Padalecki Masterlist

J2 Masterlist

J3 Masterlist

Lewis Hamilton - Masterlist

🥀: angst; 🌻: fluff; 🍒: smut 🎭: funny/lighthearted; 📓: blurbs

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Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! -  🥀 🌻

the one where going to your hometown wasn’t a good idea.

Wildest dreams -  🌻

 Lewis Hamilton was screwed. He realised that he fell in love with his best friend.

Line without a wook -  🥀 🌻 (not very fluffy, but happy ending)

I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me.

Petty business - 🍒 🎭 📓

how to finish an unnecessary "argument" with your partner.

Pretty please - 🍒

Put my mind at ease, pretty please.

in love !!!

4k celebration

congrats on 4k love - your writing is absolutely worth all of the hype and even more!!! i adore your work and so look forward to even more people discovering it.

i was hoping to request a lewis fic?? i’m such a slut for a good enemies to lovers situation, so maybe along the lines of reader is a fair bit younger than lewis, but there’s been all of this tension btwn them and it all boils over one night (smuttyyyyy) 🥴

we made up.

LH x fem!rival reader - 4k celebration

in which you can never just bite your tongue

eeeeek i love this request! thank u sm anon for ur sweet words, ur so lovely i hope i’ve done this justice for you! writing for lewis terrified me so this might not be my best work but we move! more lewis requests to come, let me know what you think <3

songs to set the mood: stargirl interlude by the weekend & lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors go away!! smut, swearing, degradation, praise, dom!lewis, some switch!reader, implied age gap, slightly inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers, blink n you’ll miss it size kink

2.6k words

you hide admiration with a scowl, curling into yourself, as far away as you can get from him. the couch seems to get smaller and smaller with every overly intelligent, carefully thought out word he says. each sentence seems to be coated in a thick layer of i don’t give a fuck. you don’t know how he’s so good a toeing the line.

after six years in f1, you still couldn’t work out why you didn’t like lewis hamilton.

maybe it was his cool confidence, the way he never lacked composure, while you were called an unhinged, delusional woman by every incel on twitter for so much as breathing. maybe it was his sky high stack of trophies, championships, podiums, wins. you weren’t even halfway close to touching his records. maybe it was the way he was diabolically, inhumanly gorgeous, a truly breathtaking creature. you paled in every single way compared to lewis, so how could you even begin to like him?

it was silly, really, pathetic even, feeling such childish disdain just because he was better than you. he was older, more refined, iconic in every single way that you weren’t. perhaps you’d get there one day, but you simply weren’t there yet.

you’re sat beside him in the press conference, sharing the couch with him, alex, lando, charles and max. it wasn’t the worst combination in the world, but anytime you had to sit in front of a gaggle of hawk-eyed journos and a million cameras with lewis, something unfortunate usually happened. never by design, but you just weren’t very good at saving face in front of the mercedes driver.

“do you think the podium is a possibility this weekend?” someone from autosport whose name you can’t remember asks.

“i’m hoping so, just need to keep the mercs behind us again, but i don’t think that will be that hard.” you respond, without even a sliver of a filter. the material of the sofa shifts as lewis tenses up beside you, inhaling sharply at your blatant disrespect. somewhere beside you, lando sniggers, and max is rolling his eyes.

it was no secret that you didn’t have the softest spot in the world for sir lewis.

“that’s assuming your car makes it to the end of the race.” lewis clears his throat, speaking with confident conviction. you turn you head to glare at him, painfully unable to take what you give. alex slaps his hand over his mouth.

“at least my car isn’t so bad that i’d rather go and learn the alphabet down at ferrari.” you scoff. you avoid the eyes of your comms officer, because if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under already.

“i think we’ll leave it there.” tom clarkson suggests, and you stand from the panel and storm away on trembling legs with a terrible ache throbbing between them.

there’s something about the pettiness, the reasonless back and fourth you two always seem to partake in that leaves you in need of a cold shower.

-

turns out, you have to apologise.

you spend the better part of an hour being bollocked by your press team, who, for some reason, don’t find it particularly amusing that you’d somehow managed to insult the lewis hamilton, ferrari, and mercedes in the span of two sentences.

so, there you were, begrudgingly trailing towards lewis’s hotel room. it’s on the top floor, because of course it is, it’s him. he oozes expensive exclusively, naturally above the rest. you twist your rings nervously, increasingly terrified of being in a confined space alone with the gorgeous brit. your knuckles rap gently against the wood of his door, intentionally weakly. you pray he won’t hear you and that you can just disappear back into the elevator and into your room, to pathetically let you hands wander between your clenched thighs.

but god laughs, and the door swings open. lewis seems startled by your presence, just for a moment though, leaning cooly against the doorframe. his lips pull into a faint smile. two things alarm you. first of all, he’s shirtless, bare from the waist up, a plethora of delicious tattoos on display for you to feast your eyes on. secondly, and somehow even worse, he’s panting, clearly just back from a work out in the gym. he glistens with sweat, and your mind goes blank, apologetic words die on your tongue.

“something to say, angel, or are you just here to stare?” lewis teases, the words rolling off his tongue smoothly. you pray for the ground to gape open, swallow you hole, suck you into hot lava.

“well, i was gonna apologise but i don’t think you deserve it.” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest accusingly.

“didn’t think you knew how to apologise.” lewis grins sarcastically, mocking you.

“has anyone told you how arrogant you are?” you bite back, eyes narrowing.

“why don’t you come in here and i’ll show you just how arrogant i can be?” his voice has dropped a few octaves, seductive and low.

the proposition, the suggestion behind his words makes you fold immediately. you’d wondered for far too long about what he was like behind closed doors and under thick bedsheets, and if you had the chance at finding out, you’d be imbecilic not to take it.

you shove his muscled chest, pushing him back into his room. his hands find your waist, pulling harshly at the material of your loose t-shirt. he’s watching you intently, mesmerised by the angry flush on your cheeks tinging you pink. your eyes convey hunger, matching his, and you’re forcing him down to sit at the foot of his bed.

“why are you such an asshole?” you hiss, slotting your knees on either side of his so that you’re straddling him.

“probably the same reason you’re such a little bitch.” lewis growls, tugging you forward harshly on his lap. you feel his work out shorts ride up on his thighs, the material sensitive on your skin.

your pupils blow wide at his words, and you’re kissing him hard, teeth and tongues clashing messily. his lips are so soft, pillowy as they brush aggressively with your own and you lick wetly into his awaiting mouth. he’s addictive, minty, and you fall against his bare chest as he leans back into the mattress.

“i think you need to be taught some manners.” lewis grunts, flipping your bodies over like you’re nothing, and slotting against your body like a missing piece.

“i think the same could be said about you.” you breathe, sliding your hand under the waistband of his shorts. he chuckles quietly, the rumble reverberating through your own chest, cracking you open.

“try your best.” he whispers. your eyes roll back.

truth is, you’re not the most experienced person in the world. yes, you’re in your mid twenties, but a long term relationship with the worlds biggest loser and dedicating your life to a career in a boys club meant that you didn’t have the time to develop broadest set of skills. you didn’t have the luxury of letting loose in a nightclub with a stranger because if that information got into the wrong hands, you’d be slut-shamed off the face of the earth. so now, you found yourself a little bit lost under a literal sex god.

as if he can hear your thoughts, lewis pulls back.

“what’s the matter? do you want me to stop?” he’s softer than he ever has been with you, melting away in your hands, but you draw him back in, tightening your grip on the band of his shorts.

“no, no, i just…” the words die on your tongue. something in your eyes gives him all the information that he needs.

“do what feels right, good.” his nose brushes your jaw, kissing over it and you settle back into the moment.

“teach me a lesson.” you whisper, empowered in his hands, and he springs back into action, his demeanour slipping right back into what it had been.

“is that why you’re so bad in interviews? just want me to fuck some respect into you?” his lips tug amusedly when you nod rapidly up at him.

an experimental roll of his hips makes you keen, hand slipping into his braids and pulling hard. his eyes fall shut, lips parting to let out a soft groan, his eyebrows pinching from the rough pleasure. your fingers graze over the skin of his toned belly, finding sensitive skin that makes him shiver.

“you distracted, lew?” you taunt, with the only intention of riling him up.

his eyes snap open, hard and lacking any sort of warmth, and he tears your hands from where they rest on his firm body, swiftly pinning them above your head with one hand. he plants himself on one knee, balancing himself so that he can fiddle with the button of your shorts. he makes quick work of removing them, forcing the zipper down and skilfully manoeuvring them with just the one hand.

once they’re gone, along with the lace of your underwear, he forces your thighs apart, and slides his fingers along the seam of your cunt, slicking them up. you’re soaked and he momentarily falters, but he doesn’t let himself get too visibly affected.

“fuck, you’re so wet. been thinking about me, angel?” he teases mercilessly, as he rocks the first thick digit into you, twisting and curling until he finds the spot that makes you buck your hips.

“nothing to say now, hm?” lewis tuts, wetting his lips. the feeling of you squeezing so tight around just one of his fingers makes him choke out a moan. you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of him filling you up.

“more.” you breathe, stuttering over just one word. he revels in how he’s managed to reduce you to this so quickly.

“you sure you can take it, angel? so fucking tight.”

“make me.” you plead, parting your strained thighs even wider for him.

he lets go of your hands, snaking down your body to get himself closer to where you’re dripping already.

“keep them there.” lewis orders, and you grip tightly onto the pillows to exercise restraint.

lewis presses his forearm over the plush of your belly, holding you down as he adds a second finger, watching in awe as it slips so effortlessly into your pussy. you’re mewling, fighting to buck your hips but the firm press of his muscled arm keeps you in place.

“so pretty for me, angel, soaking my fingers.” he notes, entranced at how responsive you are for him.

“want you inside of me, lew.” you whine, knuckles paper white where you’re fighting off the urge to reach down and touch him.

“wait.” he snarls, ramming his fingers even harder, grinding against the soft spot buried deep. “you’re gonna cum like this first.”

with that, he removes the barricade of his arm, bringing his spare hand to your clit, the pad of his thumb drawing calloused circles into the bud. you lose it, grinding down on his fingers like a woman possessed.

“that’s it, sweetie, fuck yourself for me.” lewis encourages, voice gravelly and low.

sparks shoot down your spine, nothing but white behind your eyelids as he lights you on fire. you can’t warn him, the words lost to the tense air of the room as you barrel towards your first release. he eases you through it, not letting up even a little bit, but it pays off when you can’t help but writhe against the cream of the bedspread.

“god.” you croak, flopping limp as he pulls out, crawling over you.

“learned your lesson?”

“not quite.” you flash an exhausted grin, abandoning your grasp on the pillows to slide them down his thick frame.

you trace the lion adorning his shoulder, the compass, each piece driving you further into utter delirium. your hands graze his waist, snaking around his abdomen until you reach the cross, tracing it until you reach words that keep him going.

still i rise the cursive reads, and he shivers as you rake your nails over it.

“fuck me.” you purr. your hands slide under his shorts once more, gripping at the curve of his ass. you push the material down over his thighs, and he happily kicks them away, his inked hands roughly spreading you even wider.

“desperate little thing, bet you go home after every race and fuck yourself silly wishing it was me, hm?” he adjusts himself between your legs, his thick cock nudging against you entrance, drenching himself in the mess he’d made.

you gasp out a moan as he slides deep, taking his sweet time. you can’t even comprehend his words, totally consumed by the brutally enticing stretch of him, your thighs shaking at the delectable intrusion. he hisses at the sensation of your tight warmth, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. lewis licks over the sensitive skin, trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. you feel the sharp graze of his teeth, gentle nips making you shudder on his cock.

“don’t leave a mark.” you choke, and lewis seems to get it, so he skims his teeth lower, sucking purple just over your heart.

you clamp down around him, allured by the tweak of pain, and it seems to spark something in him, his hips rolling into yours experimentally.

“you feel so fucking good.” lewis pants, his breath warm and wet on your neck.

“need you to move.” you plead, turning your head to capture his lips in an urgent kiss.

he pulls out, slamming back into you roughly, your tummy twisting with anticipation. lewis finds a rhythm that suits you both, hips hitting yours with every thrust, each one leaving you full and spent.

“gonna make sure you feel me for days.” he promises, yanking your legs over his hips. as he does, he hits deeper and you yelp, stars in your eyes. “when you sit in the car tomorrow, you’re gonna feel me and remember how to be a good fucking girl, not an attention seeking brat.”

you ramble his name, eyes flooding with tears of overstimulation, dumbfounded at how he seems to hit a new spot with every slide of his cock. he’s digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, pulling your hips impossibly closer to his as he drives into you, as if he wants to become a part of you, moulded for an eternity. with the way your stomach knots, butterflies and adrenaline coursing through you, you’d comply; you’d let him do whatever he wanted to him anytime he wanted.

“‘m so close.” you whine, pulling on every part of him your hands can reach. a refreshed sense of determination builds in his eyes and he presses hard on your navel.

“so deep, can see it.” lewis slurs, eyes fixed on your belly.

those five words make you unravel, sending you hurtling over the edge. he can’t help but fuck you through it, hammering home while you spasm around him so tight that he struggles to move.

“fucking addicted to this pussy.” lewis groans, burying himself as deep as he can go.

you’re utterly enchanted as you watch him reach his release, gnawing at your bottom lip when his part in a moan, allowing gentle puffs of air to escape. his long eyelashes rest delicately over his cheeks as his eyes fall shut, your name spilling out of his mouth like a needy prayer.

you’re warm from the inside out, flushed and full when he settles, pressing his body weight into you completely.

-

two weeks later, you’re in japan, bored senseless in yet another press conference. lewis sits further down the couch, and you have to cross your legs every time he speaks. no one seems to notice, except him, of course.

when it’s your turn to speak, and you’re asked all about your little spat with sir lewis back in australia, you shrug, smirking.

“we made up.”

-

oof

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

Night Hours

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Run-through: Bucky wakes you up in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, and he knows you can help with that. 

Themes: fluff, smut

a/n: just a little something before i get started on my assignments ily. 

You sensed movement behind you. Followed by a strong, muscular arm circling around your waist and pulling you into a warm, taut chest. 

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Come Home.

Mob!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: Bucky comes home to find you and your son asleep in your bed and his heart damn near explodes with how much he loves his family. And after putting your baby to sleep, Bucky proceeds to show you just how grateful he is to have you and how much he loves you… 

Themes: fluff, soft smut

WARNING: FLUFF

a/n: just a quick dose of fluff because we all need some, ily! 

Bucky checked his phone the moment he slid into the backseat of his car. Without a word said, his driver knew that he would be going home. 

Bucky smiled at the text you just sent him, attached to which was a picture of you and your son cuddling on your bed with big smiles on both your faces. The text read: ‘Showered, PJs on and we’re ready for cuddles! Come home quick, we love you!’

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Cheesecake

Summary: your older brother ate the slice of cheesecake that you were saving.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sister!Reader

You patiently wait your turn to give your brother shit for eating your cheesecake this morning. You didn’t appreciate it at all.

“What’s your question?” The moderator asked as the boys’ faces light up.

“Oh, I just wanted let Chris Evans know that I hate him,” you said without hesitation.

The moderator is shocked along with many fans. Your face isn’t really shown by Chris and most people don’t know that your his little 18 year old sister. Sebastian and Anthony are laughing hysterically.

“I said I was sorry! I’ll buy you a whole cheesecake, Y/n,” Chris said into his mic.

“Yeah, but I wanted that one. I put my name on it and you ate it like the pig you are,” you said. “The pure devastation and disappointment I had to go through to find out—.”

“I told ya I’d buy ya a whole new cake!” He exclaimed as the audience is getting a laugh out of it realizing you two know each other.

“It’s not the same if you go off and buy one. You can’t replace it like one of Ma’s vases that you broke. It’s just not how things work,” you argued.

“Amen!” Mackie said applauding you.

“Stop exposing me!” Chris said.

“You shoulda thought about it before eating my cheesecake! You wouldn’t be in this situation had you not eaten it,” you sassed.

“It was in my fridge,” he argued.

You mock him and said, “this is exactly why all family ties have been cut off. You are no longer my brother due to your rude and inconsiderate actions that had taken place this morning.”

You got him hysterically laughing and he nearly falls off the stool. Mackie saves him.

“Hey, Sebastian, you wanna be my new brother?” You asked.

“Sure,” Sebastian said grinning.

“What about me, Little Evans?” Anthony asked.

“You saved him from falling. I would’ve loved to see him fall because that gives me pure joy out of life,” you said.

Anthony shoves Chris off the chair making you laugh and thankfully your brother does end up on his feet. Chris does drop his mic. He hops off the stage and rushes to mic. You try to make a break for it but he’s quicker and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“You turd,” Chris said.

He presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“I’ll see ya after the panel, yeah?” He asked loosening his grip.

“Yeah,” you said.

“Good. Love ya,” Chris said.

“Love ya too,” you said.

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

Perfection

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: You decide to give Bucky a ride when an agent shows your man too much attention. Word Count: Roughly 1,297 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, slight jealousy, possessive behavior, porn with feels, swearing. It’s porn. 18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own

No one asked for this. I just wanted the reader to take Bucky for a ride. Enjoy!

You were a rational person. That’s what you told yourself. You were also understanding. That was a good quality. But you weren’t jealous. That wasn’t like you at all.

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Happy Accidents

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: You and your secret boyfriend, Sebastian were stuck inside during quarantine. It wasn’t until you decide to go live on Instagram when he accidentally reveals something he shouldn’t have.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Sebastian being a dork, just pure fluff

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“How’s everybody doing?” you asked as you stared at your phone. You grinned, watching the views increase and the comments come through. You were currently sitting on your bed and live on Instagram. After being trapped inside the house for almost two months, you’ve run out of things to do. You tried learning the guitar, studying new recipes to cook, making out with your secret celebrity boyfriend, and pretty much anything else to appease your boredom.

You were quarantining with your boyfriend of 6 months, Sebastian Stan, one of your co-stars from the Marvel franchise. The two of you agreed to keep the relationship away from the public eye for now, but a lot of fans have already been speculating that there was something going on between you and Sebastian.

The fans started noticing the chemistry between the two of you when you were doing press for Civil War, but you were still just crushing on each other that time. However things escalated when you were spotted together out on a date in New York, but you and Sebastian never really confirmed it. Whenever Sebastian was asked about the status of your relationship, he would cover it up and start talking about how the two of you were just very close. Whenever you were asked about it, you would claim that you were just good friends.

“What have you been doing during quarantine?”

“Mainly just trying out new hobbies,” you started, “I tried to learn new things to cook, but that didn’t really work out.”

“Who are you quarantining with?”

“I’m with a really good friend,” you didn’t want to lie to them, but it was a mutual decision for both you and Sebastian to keep your relationship a secret for now.

You laughed as you saw a few comments come through and tried to play it off as if you hadn’t read them.

“Is ‘a really good friend’ Seb’s new nickname?”

“omg imagine if she was quarantining with Seb”

“isn’t that seb’s background in one of his videos?”

You shrugged them off and continued to answer other questions.

A few minutes later, Sebastian came barging into your shared bedroom. “Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner?” he asked, unaware that thousands of people could hear him. You sat there and stared at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. Sebastian stared back, eyebrows furrowed and confused at your behavior.

“What?” he asked again. Both of you were silent for a few seconds until you finally managed to utter, “I’m doing a live.”

“OMG WAS THAT SEBASTIAN”

“WAIT IS SHE ACTUALLY QUARANTINING WITH SEB”

“HE CALLED HER BABE I’M SCREAMING”

“THAT WAS DEFINITELY SEB”

“Y’ALL I’M ABOUT TO FLIP”

Sebastian’s eyes widened as he froze in his spot, muttering a soft “oh”. Your eyes scanned over the comments that were flooding in and let out a laugh. Seb sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, cringing at himself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

You waved it off and offered him a reassuring smile. “It’s alright,” you chuckled, “the cat’s out of the bag now so there’s really no point in denying it anymore.” You motioned for him to come over to where you were seated and he obliged.

Gently sitting beside you on the bed, he slowly entered the frame making the fans go wild.

“YOOOO IT’S CONFIRMED”

“AAAAA MY SHIP”

“*AGGRESSIVE CUTE NOISES*”

“MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS DURING QUARANTINE”

“Hi, guys!” Seb chirped. “Hope you’re all doing well,” He squinted his eyes and pointed towards the screen, “What with all the hearts?”

“It’s how many people liked the live, you old man.” you explained, holding back your laughter at his cluelessness when it comes to social media. “Well, while you’re here, let’s answer a few questions.”

“WHAT ARE YOU UP TO”

“Just really trying to stay productive,” Seb answered to which you protested, “That’s a lie, I mostly do the work in the house.” Seb let out an offended gasp, “I let you quarantine with me in my house and this is how you treat me?”

You bursted in a fit of giggles as his fingers crawled up to your sides, tickling your waist. You slapped his hands away and turned back to your phone.

“LOOK AT THEM THEY’RE ADORABLE”

“I’M DYING THIS IS TOO CUTE”

“What’s gonna happen to TFATWS?”

“Good question,” you said, pointing to the comment so Seb could see. “Yeah, production’s on hold, but we’ll get back to it as soon as this whole thing blows over.”

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TOGETHER?”

“Are we together?” Seb teased, turning to face you. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out. He chuckled before putting an arm around you and placing a kiss on your temple. “Six months in and I haven’t messed anything up—“

“Yet,” you mumbled, causing him to playfully push your head out of the frame. “She loves me, guys, trust me.” he smirked.

And that was how you revealed your relationship to the public. Ever since that live, Seb became a regular to your Instagram escapades where you both would just sit around and answer questions that the fans would throw at you.

“Is (Y/N) a great roommate”

“No, she’s the worst. She thinks it’s okay for her to strut around my house looking that cute and not expect me to be all over her,” Sebastian ranted, instantly making you turn red.

Other times you’d just set your phone down on the table as you and Seb ate.

“Well, what do you think?” Seb asked as he watched you take a bite of his newest food creation. Your face twisted into what only looked like a mixture of disgust, shock, and pure terror.

“It’s good, baby,” you managed to say through your pursed lips, “really good.”

“LMAO SHE’S TOTALLY LYING”

And sometimes you just let the fans see what you and Seb do in your day-to-day quarantine lives.

“Baby, could you pass me the sugar,” you requested, holding your hand out towards Sebastian. You were currently trying to bake a batch of brownies in front of a few thousands fans for your live.

Your head snapped towards his direction when you felt his hand on top of yours. “That isn’t sugar,” you pointed out. “No, but I’m just as sweet.” he claimed, letting out a laugh as you lightly smacked him on his shoulder.

“THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY”

“Find me someone who looks at me how Seb looks at (Y/N)”

“I have a bf and this made me feel so single”

It wasn’t exactly how you imagined it would go down, but you were more than happy about how things turned out and you couldn’t ask for a better quarantine buddy.

A/N: I know I said I was working on a Peter one, but this suddenly sprung up and I had to do it. I hope you enjoyed!

Feel free to send requests! ❤️

100% TRUTH

I see no lie

via Chris’ Instagram story. 

Masterlist (Updated 4/29/2018)

* indicates smut

Prompt Lists

List 1

List 2

List 3

List 4

List 5

List 6

List 7

Sebastian Stan

Just a Little Crush

Are You Out of Your Mind

Too Many Drinks

I Told You So

Bad Dream

A Friday Night In

Arachnophobia 

I’m Sensitive

You Think You’re So Cute

Anniversary

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

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

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

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

Island Mischief: Ongoing series

Caffeine Addict 

Near Death Experiences

HC: Owen Grady as a dad

Caught in the Act *

Distractions

Fatherhood

Mermaid

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

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

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𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Chris just wants you to get comfy on his lap

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨:  Chris Evans/Fem Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 2K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut,  no plot, 18+, slight daddy kink (very brief), vaginal sex, riding, Chris Evans 

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

A/N: Yes, based on that video. His voice does things to me and this is what happens.

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Steam from the hot shower clings to the air as you turn off the faucet. Stepping through the hazy mist, you grab the fluffy white towel hanging on the rack, briskly drying off before wrapping it around your body. Wiping off the mirror with the palm of your hand, you tilt your head at your reflection, softly smiling when you hear the muffled sounds of the tv coming from the bedroom, Chris loudly cheering.

Looking around the wide marble sink, you shuffle through your beauty products, everything in place except the one thing you need. The wispy clouds of steam fading as you search around the bathroom, you don’t see it anywhere. 

“Chris”, you call out, opening the door, hints of lavender and vanilla floating in, courtesy of the candles you lit earlier. 

The light from the tall, curved lamp on the nightstand casting a yellow glow over Chris. He’s sprawled on the bed, the thin blue cotton sheet over his lower half, the remote resting on his bare tattooed chest. His hand tucked behind his head, under the pillow. The game playing on the tv mounted on the wall across from the bed, he shifts the volume down to a low hum when he hears you. 

 He turns his head, a grin splitting his face, his blue eyes gawking at your towel-clad body. “Yeah”, he asks, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you tug the towel tighter around you. “Stop it”, you huff. “Have you seen my lotion?”. 

He shrugs one broad shoulder before reaching beside him pulling out the bottle, “This one”, he asks innocently, too innocently, his wicked eyes betraying him, rolling it in his large hand before holding it out to you. 

You narrow your eyes at him, his cheeky grin warning you of his intentions. “Just toss it, Chris”. 

Placing a hand on his chest, he manages to seem affronted, “And risk breaking it, spilling it everywhere” He shakes his head, “never”. 

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Yep! happens with all my online friends 

Hi! congratulations.!!! Honestly you deserve this and more. So can I please get a headcanon/blurb up to you... where the reader is dating Chris Evans and is best friends with Harry Styles and spends a lot of time with harry. Chris gets jealous and insecure fluff, angst( if u want), happy ending please

warnings: slight angst, fluff, implied smut, age gap

authors note: thank you so much, ily <3 sorry for any spelling mistakes!

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chris loved you everyone knew that except you. it wasn’t your fault in fact you loved him too but you've only been dating for six months and that was the longest you have dated someone so you didn’t want to see it up.he was scared to tell you those three words because of your friendship with a certain brit. 

“i have to leave soon,” you smile as chris kisses your neck

he pulls away frowning, “what? why?”

“harry needs someone to pick him up from the airport so I told him i would and then we’re gonna head out to the beach” you say excitedly

the beach? so you’d be in a bikini where everyone especially harry would be watching you, “can I go?” he blurts out

you look at him confused, “really? i thought you had a meeting?” you ask him. 

he shakes his head, “no it’s uh tomorrow.” it was a complete lie and he knew he’d be getting in trouble but he was worried about losing his girl to some other guy. especially a guy that was her age, they probably had more in common

“okay sure, we’re heading out in ten minutes.”

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chris watches as you run around the sand as harry chases after you or maybe they were both running away from dodger who wha was chasing after them for the frisbee in your hand. even dodger liked harry more, chris thought. 

“okay okay i give up!” you yell and throw the frisbee to dodger as harry picks you up

“too late,” harry smiles as he throws you over his shoulder and runs towards the ocean

“no no harry the water is co-.” you get cut off when a wave hits the both of you

you stand up and push harry away, “we could've drowned,” you pout

“oh stop being little baby.” he says placing his hands on either side of your face and kissing your forehead. you don’t think mucho fit but chris was watching and he had a lot to say

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“hi my love,” you smile sitting on chris’s lap and kissing his cheek but he pushes you off.

“what’s wrong with you?” you ask him as harry stands there awkwardly

“what’s wrong with me? your the one flirting with some other guy in front of me! if you want to break up just say it now!” he yells at you

you stand up, “you know you can be a real ass sometimes,” you say and walk off with dodger following after you

harry sits next to chris, “look man if your go-.”

harry cuts him off, “she loves you, she goes on and on about how she’s never met someone that makes her smile like you do. she’s never talked to me about the guys she has dated because most of them end up being jerks and cheating on her. she would never do that to you, she loves you not me.”

he chuckles, “well she does love me, i'm like her big brother and she’s just my sister. thats all i see her as. so go and talk to her.” harry encourages him.

chris thanks him and walks off to where you are sitting with dodger next to you, “hey,” he says sitting next to you

“what? are you here to accuse me of something else?” you say looking straight at the ocean

he places his hand on yours, “i'm sorry, i shouldn't have accused you of any of that. i-i’m just...” he trails off

you face him, “your just what?”

“i'm scared you’ll leave me for anyone that is your age. someone you can really relate to, I would understand if you wanted to. but harry told me something.”

you hid your face in your hands, “oh god what was it please dont lis-.”

“I love you too.” chris says and you look at him

“oh...he told you that,” you smile awkwardly 

“did you mean it?” he asks

you nod, “i did. i do love you, only you.” you smiles and leaning to kiss him

“hey i don’t wanna interrupt this sweet moment but I'm really hungry!” you hear harry yell and both of you laugh

“i guess i'll just show you how much i love you when we get home.” you smirk squeezing his thigh and standing up extending your hand so he can take it

“i swear you’ll be the death of me”

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Mornings With Chris

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You discover Chris’s secret morning rituals with those trees and have a little fun

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Chris Evans x Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 1.3 K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Fluff, language, mild allusions to smut

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

Mornings with Chris usually started out the same. You would wake up to both your boys staring at your face, a set of sweet, eager brown eyes waiting for you to give him scratches and then his walk. And a set of mischievous, just as eager blue eyes looking down at you, while his wandering hands and wicked lips moved over your pliant body. Both earlier risers who forced you out of the warmth of your perfect bed to go outside, Chris’s arms wrapped around you while you both watched Dodger play in the backyard and chase that one squirrel that torments him. 

Followed by a quickie in the shower and Chris making breakfast with you in charge of the coffee. Morning debates over football teams, movies, books and each sneaking scraps to Dodger. 

Until Autumn began, the leaves slowly morphing from the emerald greens into dazzling burnt oranges and deep reds. He let you sleep in, finding you after Dodger was done for the morning. The rest of the day following your normal pattern. And he kept doing it, slipping out of bed each morning, taking Dodger out without you.  At first, you were ecstatic about the change until one morning. 

The soft click of the door woke you up, yawning you turned your head to the clock, 6am. You drag yourself out of bed and head to the ensuite bathroom. A few minutes later, you’re walking back out, picking up the scattered clothes on the floor, his red flannel shirt, your pants that you’re luck are still in one piece considering how he had almost ripped the buttons off last night. Hearing a faint bark, you stroll over to the window and see Dodger chasing a wind blown leaf, his tail a blur as he leaps and twists in the air. 

Then you spot Chris. Tilting your head, you move closer to the window, condensation forming on the glass as you huff. He’s just standing there in his black boxers and sneakers. Hands on his narrow hips, just standing. Pursing your lips, you back away. You hold onto his shirt, dropping everything else on the floor, sliding his soft flannel onto your panty clad body. 

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karina my love can we please see some bodyguard! bucky?

warnings: reader & bucky have sexual tension, praise kink, punishment, spanking, oral, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex — 18+ only

author’s note: let me try something 👀

thinking you’re being super sneaky, tiptoeing through the house to your bedroom with a victorious smile on your face thinking that you’ve outsmarted your bodyguard, bucky, by staying out far later than you should’ve. and you know that your dad would’ve scolded you if bucky didn’t get to it first—to be fair, your father was a mob boss and it was warranted. but you also just wanted to see your friends like a normal twenty something year old.

“blossom you really gotta stop trying to outsmart me, i know you better than anyone.” bucky’s low voice startles you from behind as you gasp and jump to face him. he’s wearing his signature black jeans that hug his muscled thighs and a black tee to match—his arm standing out in the moonlight streaming through the various windows. “you don’t have to follow me everywhere.” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as bucky chuckles. “that’s kinda my job, blossom.” he sighs with a smirk, moving some of your hair out of your face.

“i am gonna have to start teachin’ you a lesson or two if you keep breakin’ my rules though.” he says, his voice much lower and raspier as your breath catches in your throat suddenly. your heart feels like it’s racing all of a sudden, blood pumping as bucky’s sharp cologne washes over you as he steps closer to you. “what kind of...lesson?” you whisper, entirely transfixed on his shimmering, mischievous eyes as he walks you backwards and against the door of your bedroom.

“gonna teach you how to behave, how to listen to me, and most importantly...how to be a good girl.” he purrs in your ear and you can’t help the soft whimper that leaves your lips. “i know you’re a good girl, blossom. i just think you need to be reminded of how to act.” he adds, shivers going down your spine at the sound of his words. your throat is suddenly dry and hoarse and you don’t think to speak knowing that you don’t trust your voice. “think you can do that for me, blossom?” he asks teasingly and with a smirk as he’s pressing his thigh between your legs.

you’re unable to verbally respond, instead shaking your head up and down and curling your fingers in the fabric of his shirt as he lets out a dark chuckle. “patience, blossom. be a good girl and i’ll make you feel so, so good.” bucky promises making you whimper as his fingers dig into your hip as he grinds you over his legs in the middle of the hallway where anyone can hear or see you two. “that’s a good girl, feel good doesn’t it? after i’m done with you, you won’t want to sneak out anymore.” he growls, beard tickling your neck before he turns the knob and pushes you inside.

somehow you end up on the bed, bucky’s large body hovering over yours as he’s teasing you over your panties until you’re nearly sobbing. “where are your manners, blossom? didn’t your mother ever tell you to say please?” he taunts as his bionic fingers move teasingly over your covered clit as you’re staring daggers at him trying to keep your composure as best as you can. “if that’s how you wanna play, we can play dirty.” he purrs in your ear, flipping you over so you’re over his lap; your panties slowly being slid down your legs.

“count.” and you can’t question him before he delivers spanks to your backside, alternating cheeks and making sure to soothe the skin after each one. “hmm, think you’ve learned your lesson? think you deserve my fingers? my mouth?” he whispers, stripping you of the rest of your clothes before taking a moment to admire your form. sinking to his knees to throw your legs over his shoulders, nose bumping your mound and it makes you whine. “smell so good for me, blossom. can’t wait to taste you.” he groans, his tongue getting to quick work.

his tongue works wonders, making you fall over the edge multiple times before he’s finally satisfied. “taste like fuckin’ honey, blossom.” he murmurs against your lips as he kisses you, his beard wet and lips tasting like yourself as you moan into the kiss. “but i need’a feel you.” and you can feel him against your core. he’s not making it easy for you, flipping you over so your face is buried in the pillows and he secures your arms behind your back in his. “look so fuckin’ good for me like this, so hot baby.” he purrs, slowly sliding into you.

your moans are thankfully muffled by the sheets as bucky fucks you deep into the mattress, hitting your spot every time and you don’t think you’ll ever crave anyone else’s touch but his. “i know you wanna cum for me, blossom. cum all over my cock, make a mess on what’s yours.” he growls, hips stuttering as his thrusts begin to get sloppy.

it’s quiet after, just shallow breaths filling the room. “maybe this’ll stop you from sneakin’ out.” he whispers making you chuckle. “oh i don’t think it will, now i just want more.” you smirk, knowing look in your eyes.

i have a smut request for chris where him and the reader are staying in the reader’s parents house and they have to be very quiet and is just very soft and lovely 🥺

A quiet night for two • smut

Warning: NSFW, little sweet talk, slow and soft, Fluff with that smut!

I'm running out of titles ok

You were never the one to have sex at your parents home. The fear of getting caught was very strong and you definitely didn't want that. But something about tonight was different.

The way Chris looked at you from across the table the whole night made you squeeze your legs shut. He would smirk and wink at you making shivers run down your spine. You promised yourself that you would wait until you got home at the end of the week to have sex with Chris, but as soon as your parents where asleep Chris was ready to play.

You were laying in the small queen size bed with your back facing Chris. He was pressed into you and you could feel his bulge all night.

At first you weren't thinking about it but as soon as Chris started grinding against your butt you started to.

"Chris," you turned around to look at him. A small grunt fell from his lips, it made you wet. "What are you doing?" You whispered.

Lightly, Chris placed a kiss on your cheek as his hand went to your waist. He started grinding against you even more knowing that what he was doing was going to turn you on.

Indeed it did.

You felt your panties getting soaked at his action. You snaked your arms around to push Chris's face into your neck further.

"you know we should do this?" You said moaning quietly when Chris found your sweet spot.

"you know you want it." Chris started to push your legs open with his, pushing your panties to the side. You decided to just let whatever happen, happen.

Chris unbuttoned the boxers he had on, slipping out his hard cock. He lightly stroked it before he found your cunt and pushed in.

You moaned softly as he went deeper into you. When he filled up every inch of you, he began to move. You could feel his vainy shaft moving against the wall of your cunt.

Not being able to hold back your moans anymore, you took your pillow from behind you placing it over your face. You could hear Chris chuckling as he picked up speed.

The bed beneath you both began to squeak at your action. Chris was gripping your hip harder as he entered and exited You. He was a panting mess which you loved so much. It made you more aroused.

"fucking hell, feels good." Chris said as he kissed your shoulder. Your hands went to your waist taking his hands, and placed them on your tits.

Chris squeezed them hard but at the same time gently. You can feel your wall growing tighter and Chris getting sloppy.

"baby are you going to cum?" You whispered asked. Chris couldn't find his words all you heard was an 'uh huh' falling from his lips.

You felt your orgasm getting closer but you wanted to make sure your Chris was going to cum at the same time as you. "You're going to cum with me?" You squeaked out.

Chris nodded, hands falling from your breast to around your body, pulling you close. "Cum with me honey." Chris thrusted into you one more time before you were cumming with Chris.

You pushed the pillow in your face muffling you loud moans. Chris bite onto your shoulder as he worked you both through your high.

The felt so good in that moment and it was a good idea to have sex and your parents house, only for this time.

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Stuck With You

Summary: you have a new song and need a music video to go with it. You enlist your husband’s help. Corona Chronicles w/ Chris Evans!

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

A/N: Obviously inspired by the song.

Chris held your phone in his hands filming you and he’s got a baby strapped to his chest. The two of you are walking the trails by your shared Massachusetts home. He had suggested it since your newborn baby girl can’t seem to sleep unless she’s moving and you need to send off footage for your song collab that you’re doing with Justin Bieber. Dodger chose to stay home with Scott.

You’re singing the song as you walk backwards. Both of you have an AirPod in with your song playing. Your husband wasn’t happy about the song especially since you were in labor while recording your vocals. He was freaking out and wanting to get you to the hospital ASAP.

“So lock the door/ And throw out the key/ Can't fight this no more,” you sang to your smiling husband. “It's just you and me/ And there's nothing I, nothing I, I can do/ I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you.”

You point your finger at the camera and stopped. You come closer.

“So go ahead and drive me insane/ Baby, run your mouth,” you sang.

You grabbed your phone and flipped it so Chris is in the shot as well.

“I still wouldn't change being stuck with you,” he sang coming closer to you and putting his arm around you.

“Stuck with you, stuck with you,” you sang with your husband. “I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby.”

You faced him and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. The music continues playing in one ear for the both of you. You part from him and he grins pressing a kiss to his daughter’s head. You stop the video.

“I think that was good,” you said and play the video back.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s due to my amazing camera work,” Chris said.

You loop your arm with Chris’s and start walking.

“You definitely got the steady hands,” you said.

“It’s exactly why we have Charlie,” he said.

You smacked him upside the head and he gasped.

“Sorry, my hand slipped,” you said.

“Little shit. I’d tackle you right now if my baby girl wasn’t in this wrap,” Chris said placing a hand on her tiny head.

You chuckled and rested your head against his bicep looking at your sleeping little girl.

“You know, the world will finally figure out about us,” you said.

“It’s about time! I’m done reading articles about who you might be quarantining with,” Chris said. “I still can’t believe that nobody figured out that you were pregnant.”

“It’s only because I wore your hoodies and sweaters,” you said. “I barely left the house too, babes. This’ll be bigger than Kylie Jenner’s pregnancy.”

“Well, baby, we’ve been hiding a marriage as well as hiding a pregnancy and a baby,” he said holding your hand. “And your fans hate me after I tweeted about one of your songs.”

“If I remember correctly, you tweeted something along the lines of “god, another song. I wonder who it’s written about this time,”” you said.

“And let’s not forget the eye roll emoji was involved too, hun,” Chris added.

You grinned looking up at him and said, “it was the greatest thing I had ever seen. It was pure chaos.”

“Remember when TMZ reported it?” He asked.

You nodded.

“God, they painted me as an asshole,” he laughed. “Some people were trying to petition to have me removed as Captain America. It was in headlines everywhere.”

“That was hilarious especially since nobody knew that the song was about you,” you said.

“And I get another under my belt,” Chris smiled putting his arm around you.

“You pretty much have a whole album, baby,” you said.

“You should name your next one “Chris”,” he said.

You shook your head no and he pouted.

“Your ego will grow and I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it,” you said.

“But, darling,” your husband whined pulling you closer as the two of you cross over a small wooden bridge.

“We’ll see. But I wanna film a bit more,” you said.

“Fine. —We should pull Scott and Dodger in,” Chris suggested.

Mrs. Evans (Disney trip)

WARNING: Please, do not translate and post my fics on another platform like Ao3, Wattpad or whatever kids are using these days. I never gave permission to that. Please respect my wishes and my art. Feel free to comment, share, reblog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: none

A/N:  Since some of you said you don’t mind me publishing the end of the series I’m gonna start publishing the last chapters tomorrow, then I go back to only fluff chapters. Next chapter will be up tomorrow. You can read the other chapter of this series on my Masterlist / I have a Ko-Fi, feel free to support me or not 🤷‍♀️. You can check it here.

Although you and Chris had divorced, you two stayed friends, yes friends indeed, not those couples who say they are still friends and never talk to each other. He was more present now than before, he was there for the girls two, it was important for both of you to have family time. You two felt that the girls needed that, you tried to make this transition as normal as possible and it wasn’t that bad.

He was there for you more than before, you would talk more, he was always asking your opinion on everything like before, when the marriage worked. Now it was the first trip together after the divorce, two disneys fans together with their daughters at disney…

“I can’t believe they are sleeping, the flight wasn’t that long!!!”, you said looking back at Chris.

“I’m surprised you are not sleeping.”, he joked

“When you say that, looks like I sleep all the time.”

He raised his brow, a smirk formed on his lips.

“What’s with that face?”

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