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Why?| Bucky Barnes x Reader. (Part 1)

Summary: Reader started to question their relationship and then walks in on something she never expected.

Pairing: Reader x Bucky, Bucky x Natasha

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, Language

Word count: 963 (They will get longer)

A/N: Hey so this is the first ever imagine I am posting on this account or any account….So bear with me, this may not be the best imagine! Anywayyyyy back to the imagine!!!

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angelkurenai

Pop the question - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: Pop the question

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You are costars and in a relationship with Chris and while on the set of ‘Gifted’, you are very clingy. Mckenna teases you about it but you are very playful with her and when Chris sees you interact with your youngest costar, he realizes you would make a great mother. Especially for his kids.

“I-” you moaned softly against the man’s lips, melting under his touch when his hands ran up your sides. For a second you got carried away, something about his lips and a beard against your own skin that didn’t just take your breath away but made your mind go blank for a moment. But then again, Chris Evans had the unique ability to make you forget your own name with just a kiss or two in the right place. It had happened before.

You took in a shaky breath, your hands finding his chest and pushing him off you despite how wrong it felt to do it “I really shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t.”

“Alright.” he fell next to you on the bed, the both of you staring at the ceiling while panting “Alright, I’ll just drive you home then?”

“It’s-” you licked your lips “It’s ok, I’ll go on my own.” you started getting up, but before you could pull away for good you were already turning back to him. Your hands found his face as you cupped his cheeks and his hands found your waist and he was pulling your body on top of his again while his lips found yours in a passionate kiss.

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drunken confession (s.r)

synopsis: you get drunk with nat and wanda when the conversation about the hottest avenger arises. you start gushing over steve when, much to your dismay, he overhears.

warnings: drinking and a whole lotta fluff

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i highkey needed this in my life, so i had to write it! this is my first imagine, so I really hope you guys enjoy it! also, please send in requests! this can easily be made into a second part, so let me know if you’d like to see that ;)

“Come on, stop being such a wuss and take another shot!” My eyes dart up to the person who’s slurred words echo through the large room, my lips pursing immediately. My hand reaches back to find a pillow placed on the couch I am currently lounged on. After reaching around for awhile, my fingers find the square fabric as I bring it forward and place it on my lap. I hate being called a wuss, and the girl, who just so happens to be one of my best friends, knows this.

“This is my eighth shot Nat, I am not a wuss! I don’t even feel drunk!” As the words leave my lips, a hiccup closely follows, causing the two other girls in the room to burst into a fit of giggles. There is no denying we are all plastered, but none of us will admit just how much we are. The third and final girl, Wanda, just stands up, taking wobbly steps over to grab another bottle. She reaches the counter, grabbing both raspberry and peach flavored vodkas. The girl just stands in her spot, contemplating for a few seconds too long, before setting down the raspberry alcohol and bringing the peach over to us.

“All three of us will take another shot then. We’ll prove none of us are wusses by getting even more drunk,” Wanda announces, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. She begins twisting the cap off the bottle before setting it onto the table scattered with red solo cups and a couple empty bottles of liquor. The alcohol is barely on the table for a second when Nat snatches it up, pouring the crystal clear liquid into a shot glass. She takes the shot without flinching, practically slamming the small glass back on the table. The girl shoves the vodka into my hands, sitting back and waiting for me to pour a shot. My eyes flicker to the bottle, then between the two girls who are looking at me. My head is spinning, and my judgment is way past gone. My angels and demons are having an inner battle on whether or not I should drink more.

“Are you going to take a shot or not,” Natasha quips, her arms folding over her chest. The redhead can’t contain herself, a smile appearing on her face as she whispers a single word she knows will get to me, “wuss.” I just squint over at her, holding the bottle to my lips and tilting my head back as I flip her off. I take a few big gulps of the liquid, it burning my throat as it descends down. My face contorts as I disconnect the bottle from my lips, and set it back on the table. I suddenly flop back onto the couch, wisps of hair engulfing my face as I sigh dramatically.

“Uh oh,” Wanda begins as her hands fiddle with the blanket draped across her, “that sigh didn’t sound good.” I just lay in silence, my eyes following the spinning fan on the ceiling. My hands rest on my bare stomach, the fabric from my white t-shirt riding up, which I am much too intoxicated to fix. I’m not entirely sure why I’m sighing, or maybe I’m too enthralled with the fan.

“Who do you thinks the hottest here,” I blurt out suddenly, catching the two other girls off guard. Wanda immediately begins laughing, causing Nat to chuckle slightly with her. I flip onto my side, looking at the two others with eyebrows furrowed, “no, I’m serious! We’ve never really talked about this before!” The comment stops the laughing between the two girls, their wide eyes meeting. It takes only a couple of seconds for the giggling to resume, this time much louder. I grab the pillow, that was once on my lap, off of the floor, throwing it between the two. It hits Wanda in the arm, the giggling beginning to die down.

“Are you serious? We talk about it all the time! Especially your big ass crush on-“ I cut Natasha off, a loud yell escaping from my lips. The two others in the room stop laughing completely as their eyes bore into mine. I just fully sit up, my eyes wide and my jaw practically on the floor.

“What did we agree on! We never, ever, ever speak of that,” I exclaim loudly. I can tell the other two girls are attempting not to laugh, the look on my face being a dead indicator they should try extra hard. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, swinging my legs off the couch, “it’s ridiculous anyways, it’s not like he feels the same way!”

“Ste- I mean he, isn’t even here right now! You can scream it on the top of your lungs hun, only we’ll hear you!” I just stare at Wanda, my head tilting to the side slightly, it filling with all the thoughts I’ve been repressing. A small smile over takes my lips and a rosy color paints the apples of my cheeks just thinking about him. I’ve been swooning over him since I became part of the avengers. You wouldn’t believe how good I’ve gotten at hiding it. I lick my lips, grabbing a shot glass and pouring another shot, immediately downing it without a second of hesitation.

“You know what, you’re right! He isn’t here so why should I have to hide how dreamy he is? Or how perfect he is? Or how when he smiles I feel like my insides are pop rocks? Or, or, how all I want is to kiss his stupidly perfect face,” I take a deep breath, knowing my tangent is far from over. In fact, I am just beginning to list off the things that make Steve Rogers so perfect. My hand reaches for the bottle again causing Nat to reach forward and grab it from my grip.

“No more alcohol for you, I’m officially cutting you off before you plan your wedding with Rogers.” I just huff, my lips beginning to pout as Wanda takes the bottle from the other girl, and sets it on the table next to her. Deep down I know this is a smart decision, but alcohol would help calm my nerves and get me to vent without a second of hesitation. I decide to let it go as I sit deeper into the couch, my hands rubbing my face as I try to grasp onto a few words to say.

“He has no idea that I’m helplessly in like with him, and there’s no way I can tell him! I can picture it now… I’d tell him how I feel and since he’s so dumb, and perfect, and sweet, he’d try to turn me down in the nicest way possible! Then I’d have to see him all the time, and try not to stare at his stupidly perfect face! Guy’s I am so screwed, I’m so into Steve Rogers,” I open my mouth to continue when I notice Natasha and Wanda’s faces. Their eyes are the size of saucers, and they both look like they’ve just seen a ghost. My face contorts with confusion as I try to figure out what is going on with them. I’m snapped out of my wondering by a voice coming from behind me.

“My stupidly perfect face? That’s kinda an oxymoron don’t you think?” My hand immediately clasps over my mouth as I try not to freak out. I know exactly who that voice belongs to, and I know exactly what he just heard. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, hoping it will somehow help me figure out what to do. My eyes snap open at the same time I slowly stand up, turning to face the guy I just gushed over. He’s standing in the door frame, a smirk etched on his face. I stand in my place, pulling down the hem of my shirt before awkwardly crossing my arms.

“Oh, Steve! Isn’t that a coincidence! We were just talking about this guy that has the exact same name as you! Would you believe it” I manage to stammer out, the excuse sounding much better in my drunken head. He just chuckles, his hand scratching the nape of his neck. I gulp slightly, trying to keep my eyes on his face instead of his perfectly sculpted arm muscles.

“As much as you’d like me to believe it, I can’t say I do” he responds back to me, taking a few steps into the booze stenched room. I bite the inside of my cheek, my eyes darting to the two girls sitting on the couch. They haven’t moved an inch, and I know their help would be as useless as it gets. I look back over at Steve who I can’t help but notice has drawn much closer to me. He clears his throat, stopping dead in his tracks, “I’m not gonna lie, I had no idea you had any type of feelings like this towards me. I always thought you saw me as kind of a… father figure.”

I immediately burst into a fit of laughter, the alcohol making it impossible for me to hide any type of emotion, “a father figure? Hell no, I’ve always had the hots for you Rogers!” As soon as the words slip out of my mouth, I immediately regret it. Sure, he heard me talking about him moments before, but I just said I liked him… to his face. There is nothing I can do now. He smiles again, those feelings of pop rocks I was talking about earlier making an unavoidable appearance.

“Well, even though you won’t remember this in the morning, I’ve always had the hots for you too.” Before I have the chance to process what has just happened, a shriek emerges from behind me. I don’t move to see which one of the girls it was though, it doesn’t matter in this moment. I attempt to string some cohesive words together in my head, trying to find something witty that I would say when I’m sober.

“Well, even though I won’t remember this in the morning, it looks like we need to go on a date.” Steve just stands there, the smile on his face not faltering for a second. He nods his head, his arms slipping into his pant pockets as he rocks on the balls of his feet. I just take a step forward, standing on my tip toes and planting a kiss on the boy’s cheek. Now that is something sober me would never even dream about doing. I retract back, a smirk of sorts on my lips as Steve just stands there in shock. I blink up at him, hoping my drunk actions didn’t scare the boy off.

“Don’t you worry about not remembering, I’ll remind you tomorrow,” he manages to say as he makes his way towards the door, his hand resting on the doorknob as he looks behind him, “I have to go meet Tony, but have a good rest of your night. Drink some water before you go to bed too. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He walks fully out of the room, closing the door with a final smile and a soft thud. I am left staring at the door, beaming from ear to ear like a complete and utter lovestruck idiot.

“Oh god, please tell me I’ll remember this in the morning,” I whisper breathlessly as Wanda and Nat burst into a fit of girlish squeals from the couch.

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All about that beard - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: All about that beard

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,874

Summary: Getting paired in interviews with your best friend, and secret love of your life, is a tradition anymore. All the flirting and teasing has always been there. But this time when you’re asked what you’re most excited about in the new Avengers movie, you can’t hold back from expressing your true feelings about his new looks.

“Avengers. Infinity War. It has all been leading to this, and you are part of it. How does it feel?” the interviewer asked witha smile and you and Chris smiled softly.

“Oh you know.” you started with a grin and he already raised an eyebrow at you “We feared it. We tried to run from it. Destiny still arrived, so we’re just rolling with it and trying to make diy room decorations to hide the infinity stones.” you giggled and Chris laughed next to you, shaking his head.

“See, you should be careful what you ask. You’ve got the biggest and certainly cutest fangirl of Marvel in the world here.” he looked at you with an adorable smile and you felt your cheeks heat up so you just looked down at your hands. You were probably the best of friends, but from his constant flirting – even if it was as subtle as now – to how you just clicked in a way only soulmates could to his incredibly breath-taking smile, you caught yourself falling head over heels in love with your best friend of years. It sucked big time when you tried to hide it not only from him but also from the rest of the world that knew you, and he wasn’t making it easy with those adoring looks he sent your way.

“Only with the movies you’re in though.” you said with a somewhat shy smirk and he grinned widely, throwing his arms around your shoulders and hugging you before kissing the top of your head.

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