I Don’t Know Who The Hell This Anon Is But They Need To Quit! Like Are You Fucking Serious? You Can

Ship me please! Straight, average height, very confident and really southern.

I ship you with Dash! He would love your confidence and admire it. He would treat you with nothing but respect and treat you like royalty. He would take you out on dates, I think it would nice and relaxing ones at that. Hiking to just kicking back and reading together. He would just enjoy being with you no matter.

I want to do that to so many people.

Finn is so cute with children 😭

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Maybe the Beach isn’t So Bad- Pete Dunne One Shot

This something that has been in my drafts forever. I finally finished it and now I’m posting it.

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It had been so long since You had been, let alone thought about going to the beach. Spending a few hours on the warm sand, listening to the waves crash against the shore. The beach is your happy place, if you could live there you would, but your boyfriend of three years, Pete Dunne, always said it’s not his thing. 

On one of your rare free days, you beg Pete to go with you to the beach. It takes a little convincing but you finally get him to agree. You put on a simple, black push-up bikini. The bottoms just barely cover your ass and the top creates amazing cleavage. You throw on a tank top and shorts before heading back to where Pete is waiting.

You walk into the living room to see Pete in a pair of bright blue swim trunks. 

“Awe! Don’t you look cute in your bright blue shorts!” You say jokingly. He snarls at you and starts to mumble incoherently under his breath. You grab the beach bag and put your wallet, phone, towels, beach blanket and sunscreen inside. You throw the bag up on my shoulder. 

“Okay, grumpy lets go!” You say with a laugh as you head towards the door. Pete stands up from the couch with a grumble but follows you to the car. You place the bag in the back seat then get in the driver’s seat. Pete takes his sweet time getting into the car. 

You roll your eyes at him, “Hurry your ass up Peter!” You say getting a little annoyed.

“I don’t want ta go!” He grumbles as he slides into the passenger seat. 

“Well suck it up buttercup! You’re going and you’re going to have fun!” 

After a twenty minute ride, you pull up to the beach parking. You quickly put the the car in park and get out.

You grab the beach bag and head towards the white, hot sand. You look back and see Pete, several steps behind you. You stop and wait for him to catch up. He catches up and has a snarl plastered across his face. 

You take Pete’s hand and lead him across the beach. You find an empty spot in the sand and lay the blanket down. You sit down on the blanket and look up at Pete. You pat the spot next to you “Sit down! It’s not going to kill you.” 

“Don’t want ta take any chances.” He states crossing his arms

“Come on you stick in the mud!” You say grabbing the sunscreen from the bag. 

He lets out a growl and sits down on the blanket next to me.

“See, the beach is fun place.” You say pulling your tank top and shorts off, revealing your black bikini. Pete’s eyes almost popped out of his head. 

His tongue darts across his bottom lip, “Maybe ya right. The beach isn’t so bad.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Well you better restrain yourself. We just got here and I don’t plan on leaving until the sun sets.”

You lay down on the towel next to Pete and hear him growl. “Pete if you will try and have a good time, I promise you will get a reward.”

He leans down next to your ear and whispers “What kind?”

“Whatever kind you want, as long as I enjoy my day on the beach.”

“Mhm, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.” He whispers before biting at your ear.

“Pete stop!” You say flinching.

“Come on love, you know you like it.” He says and you can almost hear the smirk on his face.

“Maybe but that is at other times, not while I’m trying to relax.” You grab your tank top and cover my face.

He huffs and and leans back in his elbows. You move the shirt from your face and see him sitting there.

“See you need the sun, you’re very pasty from being in England all the time.”

He mumbles something then sticks his tongue out at you.

“Pete will you at least try to relax? You’re always so busy I figured this would time for us to take a break from our everyday lives.” You sit up. “But if you’re really not enjoying this we can just go back home.” You say starting to put your tank top on.

“No, no, no! I’ll try ta relax. I know you’ve been wantin’ ta relax on the beach. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass.” He apologizes and tanks your shirt from your arms.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure?” You ask.

“I’m sure love.” He nods.

“Ok” you grab you tank top cover your face again as you lay down.

Pete sits up watching you lay there. After a while he slowly relaxes and lays down. Soon you flip over and he still glances at you every few seconds.

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After your day on the beach you and Pete grab dinner then head back home. You make it home and enjoy your dinner. As soon as you both finish eating, Pete is already on you about his reward.

“Pete, I promised you would get one!”

“But I want it now!” He says pouting like a child.

I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

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New Beginnings

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Mobster!Reader / Mobster!Brock Rumlow x Mobster!Reader

Word Count: 4,837

Warnings: talk of domestic abuse(it hints at it so if you are not comfortable i would recommend not reading, Brock being an ass, some wholesome Bucky Barnes content, and reader being a badass.

Author’s Note: My third request sent in by the lovely @morganclaire4​! Two more requests sit in my inbox, almost there! This was so much fun to write and i can’t thank you enough for sending this in! I’m trying daily to improve on my storytelling and i couldn’t help but to spice it up a bit and add some story for you! I hope you enjoy what i compiled for you! There will be an update for Behind the Screen Tomorrow, Family Matters the day after, and my fourth request will be out after that!

“ Hey! I have a request for Mob!Bucky. I was thinking maybe Bucky is married to the reader. Shes always been in a mob and she was married off to another man but Bucky got her out. Whenever Bucky comes home, she is always dressed up (makeup and everything) even if she didn’t go anywhere and she always has dinner made when he walks in. One day he asks her why she’s always doing that. She tells him that it was always expected of her. He tells her that she doesn’t have to do that every night.”

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Your heels clicked against the tiled floor, a determination in your stride. The Kraft clasp envelope weighing heavy in your hand as you move forward. You passed the common room Steve and Sam spotting you. “Good morning boys,” was your simple yet quick greeting as you walked past them.

Hurried feet chased after you, Steve’s hand falling to your shoulder bringing you to an abrupt stop, “Steven let me go,” you murmured eyes falling to his hand before sliding up to meet his.

“Y/n he’s in a meeting,” he tried.

“I’m well aware Steve, but he’s also in a meeting with my father, and my scum of an ex-husband those are the ones I’m here to see, not him,”

“Y/n-”

“Steve just like you are Bucky’s right-hand man, I am my father’s, and as my father’s right hand I must inform him of any occurrences going on that could be affecting family business and or bringing harm to one of our own, now if you would please, I need to step into that office to speak with my father,”

He’s eyeing you then, before a sigh is leaving his lips, Bucky could very well have his head for interrupting them, “fine but I’m coming with, at least so it looks like I tried to stop you,”

A smile is tugging at your lips, “oh Steven there is no stopping the hell that is about to rain down on him,”

Steve shocked by your words watches you slide his hand from your shoulder before continuing down the hall. Your head is turning slightly, “You coming Steve,”

You make it to the end of the hall your manicured hand wrapping around the doorknob, as you twist it open the force in which you push it causes it to bang against the wall. Three sets of eyes fall to your calm form, “Father, James, Brock,” you hiss through your teeth, eyes turning to slits as they fall to him.

“Y/n sweetheart,” you father coughs, “to what do we owe the pleasure, we’re just finishing wrapping up a meeting, can this wait” you’ve embarrassed him, good.

Your eyes turn to your fathers a sickening sweet smile pulling at your lips, “actually father, it can’t, you s-”

“y/n sweetheart, the men are talking, I’m sure whatever meaningless thing you have to say can wait till we’re done,” Your eyes are fitting back to Rumlow the grip on the envelope tightening.

“that’s sweet,” you coo, “but you lost the privilege to so much as utter one word to me the second you laid a hand on me,” you flung the envelope at him, “sign the papers Brock!”

Your father is sitting up straighter in his seat, and you can visibly see Bucky’s jaw clenching, “excuse me,” your father speaks up, “what is this about, sign what papers?”

“I’m sorry but it seems your daughter has lost her damn mind,” Rumlow hisses eyes glaring daggers.

“oh fuck you Brock!”

“y/n,” your dad is seething, “that is enough you will not speak to him like that, that is your husband and you must respect him!”

“It’s ex-husband,” you grunt “or at least it should have been,” you muttered looking at your father, lI’m not going to be silenced anymore father, not by you, and definitely not by you,” you hiss pointing an accusing finger at Brock.

Rumlow is standing then the chair he previously occupied falling to the floor with a loud bang as he moves over to you hands gripping your face roughly. Your father and Bucky push to their feet, your father shouting angrily, Bucky about ready to leap over his desk and murder Brock where he stands. Steve is pressed up against your back, “go ahead Rumlow,” you grit, “show them what really went on behind closed doors, show them why because of you I was never able to physically present myself at meetings because there wasn’t enough makeup to cover the bruising you left behind,”

“Brock what is she talking about,” your father growled behind him, “did you lay a hand on her?” your father’s question went unanswered.

“What the fuck do you want y/n,” he hisses voice low, “did I not give you enough, was there not enough money to buy your fucking happiness,”

“Our marriage was one of convenience Brock, an agreement between our fathers so that they could continue to do shady shit without losing any more men,” you hissed, “I didn’t have a say in my future, much less the man I was to spend the rest of my days with, it wasn’t even a marriage certificate I signed that afternoon, it was a damn contract that was written up in the small office of the towns lawyer,”

“Marrying me should have been enough y/n,” he grunted shaking your chin with the hold he had on you, “you had all the money happiness could buy you,”

“Our marriage,” you growled, “should have been a deep and loving friendship, one so strong that you would give your life for me, the way I was to do for you, instead I overlooked your shady lies and “in the dark” actions opting to turn the other eye, I overlooked how you enjoyed the company of various other women more than my own, you made a mockery of me, blaming me for the beatings you would bestow on me, you abused my innocence, abused the love I tried so hard to have for you, well no more Brock,” you grunted pushing your hands into his chest roughly to send him back, Steve moved to the front of you then still leaving Brock in your sight, “I will no longer allow you to hold me bound to you, I no longer want any association with you, and if that means breaking that contract, then so be it, my father and I can find another way to deal with the likes of your men, now sign the damn papers!”

The room fell into silence, “what the hell is going on Rumlow,” Bucky questioned from in front of you, he looks absolutely deadly.

Brock is still staring you down, his tongue running along the inside of his mouth, “apparently y/n felt the need to air the dirty laundry,” a laugh escapes his lips, “bitch didn’t know how to get rid of me, guess she felt the need to go to extreme measures,”

“Did you lay a hand on my daughter,” your father is grunting moving towards the taller man,” Brock is turning to face your father than, “did much more than that,” he hissed, “had her begging me every night to-”

“chose your next words carefully Brock,” Bucky growled eyes growing dark, “unless you’d like me to unload a bullet right between your eyes.”

Four sets of eyes watched Brock move back to where he had sat, hands picking up the envelope as he tore into it. A moment of relief washed over you as he snatched a pen from Bucky’s desk black ink running over the contract. Throwing the pen back onto the desk he moved over to you crowding your and Steve’s space, “he’ll grow tired of you two you know, preparing dinner each night, and making yourself up every single day will only get you so far y/n, there was a reason I found comfort in other women, they provided me the one thing you couldn’t,” he leaned in further.

“ENOUGH RUMLOW!” Bucky growled as he rounded the desk appearing on the opposite side of where your now ex-husband stood. Brock raised his hands in mock defense as he backed away from you, feet moving him towards the door, “I can take a hint Barnes,” he muttered as he stepped out of the room, “gentleman I would say it was a pleasure doing business with you, and I look forward to seeing you again, but that won’t be the case,” he turns to lock eyes with you one last time, “I do hope ridding yourself of me was worth it y/n.”

The room falls quiet at the sound of the door clicking closed behind him, “Steve get her home, her father and I need to have a word,” your eyes are shooting to Bucky, though for the first time since you could remember he’s refusing to meet yours.

“Bucky, I-”

“Steve now please.” Bucky gets out in a strained voice.

You don’t get the chance to argue as Steve turns his body into yours, hands guiding you out of the room.

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I was going to post it last night but I literally fell asleep trying to read over it. I’m going to get it posted sometime today, promise!

I have a Pete Dunne one shot in my drafts. Would anyone be interested in me posting it?

“Unexpected Gifts” Masterlist

Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based off Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Series Warnings: Mentions of death/suicide/cussing

Status: complete

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Oh thank you sooo much! I’m glad you’re loving it! 😊😊😊

“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 4

 Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac. 

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader 

Warnings: None. 

A/N: In honor of this gorgeous man’s birthday! 

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{Part 2} 

{Part 3}

“How much did you hear?” Chris asked as his cheeks turned red.

“Enough.” You said with a smile. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes, Y/N, every word. You are kind, you are caring, and you are absolutely beautiful.” Chris walked over to you, smiling like a child. Olivia was fast asleep against his chest.

You glanced down at Olivia then back up at Chris. “Chris, I like you. I really do, but with every thing that has happened in the last week, I need some time.” 

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