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A Silent Voice: Chapter 1

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Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader (slow burn)

Chapter Description: As you clean the mess your boyfriend made, you can’t help but wonder how things got so bad

Warnings: Angst, hints of domestic abuse, rude boyfriend, some manipulation, and negative thoughts

Word Count: 1,234

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Previous Chapter: Prologue

Unlocking and opening the bathroom door sent a tidal wave of emotions through you. Fear, panic, anxiety, nausea, emptiness — the list could go on. Emotions you’re all too familiar with.

Your skin broke out into goosebumps as you stepped into the hallway. You faintly felt your bruises throbbing painfully. Your stomach knotted up and you felt like vomiting. You have to force yourself to keep the contents of your stomach down.

Your hands are trembling so violently you have to clasp them in front of you to make them stop.

As you make your way down the hall, you hesitate for a moment. You can hear the TV blasting from the living room. You feel your heart begin to beat faster, hammering painfully against your ribs. The only way to the kitchen is through the living room. You have to keep moving, and you have to stay calm. The longer you keep him waiting, the angrier he’ll get. So you keep walking, and you lower your gaze the closer you get to the living room. Once you reach the entrance, you really feel like you’re about to vomit.

Ben is sitting in his recliner, a beer in one hand as he watches the television. You don’t know what he’s watching, nor do you care. He keeps his gaze on the show, but his expression is stony.

You make your way around the living room, hoping to put as much distance between you and your boyfriend as possible. When he calls your name however, you freeze. You’re so close to the kitchen, and you start shaking. What is he going to do?

“Y/N, can you come here?” Ben’s voice is calm, but you know better.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, choking on your words.

“I just want to talk.”

Turning around, you slowly walk over to Ben, still sitting comfortably in his recliner. Once you’re close enough, Ben mutes the TV and looks at you. He’s studying you, and it makes you shift anxiously. His expression is still stony. Taking another swig of his beer, Ben leans forward and places his elbows on his knees, turning away from you.

“You know I love you, right?” he asks. He still won’t look at you. He places his beer down, using his other hand to run it through his hair.

“Yes,” you respond, swallowing thickly. You’re trying to keep a steady, calm tone. “And I love you.”

Standing up, Ben walks over to you, stopping only inches in front of you. He’s scrutinizing you. He lifts his hand, gently brushing his fingers against your bruised cheek. You flinch. His hand lowers, lingering at the section where you shoulder and neck meet. You don’t move, even though every fiber of your being screamed at you to run, to do something. Ben’s hand firmly grips the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. Your muscles unconsciously stiffen, and a wince comes across your features. You can already feel the headache coming, due to how tight his grip is.

“I only want what’s best for you,” he states, a growl seeping into his words, “and I feel like you don’t appreciate that.”

He tightens his hold on you, his fingers digging into your skin. You let out a pained gasp, your knees beginning to buckle. Your hands grip his arm, trying to gain some stability and hoping against all hope he’d let you go.

“I do, Ben,” you sputter, tears forming in your eyes. His grip tightens just a fraction and you let out a pained whimper, your grip on his arm tightening. “I-I promise I appreciate what you do for me, baby. I love you. I love you so, so much. I-I really do, but... Please. Y-You’re hurting me.”

A look sweeps across Ben’s face — satisfaction. Tilting your face up just a little more, he slams his lips onto yours. The kiss is rough and sloppy, making your skin crawl, disgust forms in the pit of your stomach. When Ben pulls away, breathless and somewhat content, he lets you go and you can’t help but scurry away from him.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he says. “I expect the whole kitchen to be clean once I’m out.”

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It wasn’t always like this. You’d been happy with Ben, once upon a time. You remember when he made you smile so much your face hurt. You cherished the memories of when he made your heart flutter. You’d been so sure Ben was The One™, you failed to notice the red flags. Everyone else saw it. They all warned you, friends and family alike. You refused to listen. You chose your boyfriend over your loved ones. He understood you, right? He knows what’s best. He loves you and wants to make you happy and...

Your friends have all but abandoned you. You haven’t seen your family in almost five years. You’re alone, completely isolated. You long for companionship outside of your relationship. You’re desperate for it. You long for some kind of freedom.

Throwing out the used, dirtied paper towel, you let out a long sigh. Ben’s not perfect, you know that. He has his issues, everybody does. You sure as hell do. But as you look around at the kitchen, you see the food splattered on the walls and floor, and the broken dishes scattered on the floor. Maybe Ben has more issues than you care to admit.

Grabbing another paper towel, you wet it in the sink and start wiping the food off the wall. It’s been caked on there for a couple of hours now, so it’ll probably leave a nasty stain.

The landlord’s gonna lose his shit when he sees this, you think. How can I possibly explain my way out of this?

The evening started good enough. You made this nice, big dinner, a surprise for Ben when he comes home from work. His favorite. It took you forever to prep, but you finished just as he came home. He’d been pleased, happy to come home to a nicely cooked meal. Until halfway through dinner and you spilled the big news. You’d gotten a new job. At Marvel. As the newest make up artist. You haven’t worked for a bit (a few years) as per Ben’s request. He wanted to be the main provider, the “money maker,” the “breadwinner” — whatever you want to call it. He wanted the financial control.

The news of your job didn’t go well, obviously. Ben started screaming, insulting you and accusing you of anything and everything. You tried reasoning with him, then he threw his plate. He was aiming for you, but he missed. The plate shattered against the wall, and in your surprise Ben grabbed you by the wrist and hit you across the face. He screamed at you some more, drowning out your cries.

“You think you’re better than me now?! Huh?! Look at you, you’re pathetic! Useless! They’ll throw you out and you know what? You’ll deserve it.”

Those words stung. Maybe he’s right, maybe you’re not as good as you think you are. But why would Marvel hire you if you’re not good? But...

You shake your head, shoving the thoughts out of your head. You have to focus on finishing the kitchen before Ben’s finished his shower. You want the night to end as normally as possible.

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Pairing: Doctor!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Dr. James Barnes has it all: a loving family, caring best friends, and a successful career as one of the best heart surgeons in New York. He has everything he ever wanted his whole life… well, almost everything. One thing he never thought he could ever have was Y/N Y/L/N. She may have been a lot of things, but he loved her because she made him better.

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“Unexpected Gifts″ Pt. 2

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”)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death/suicide/cursing 

Part 1

Morning came and Chris’s phone was chiming every five seconds. He woke up, slightly confused by his surroundings. Chris shook his head and looked down at the weight he felt on his chest. You were asleep on top of him. Your head resting in the center of his chest. He tried to stay still so he didn’t wake you, but he failed. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him. Chris could see how puffy and red your eyes were.

“Morning.” He said softly. 

You smiled softly. “Morning.” Chris’s phone chimed again and he reached out to grab it. His phone was full of text notifications from Scarlett, his brother, and a few others. 

“What time is it?” You sat up and looked at him. 

“10:15.” Chris told you. You nodded and walked to the kitchen. You started brewing a pot of coffee then began searching for something to cure your hunger. 

“Would you like some coffee?” You offered. 

“Coffee sounds amazing.” Chris answered all his messages then joined you in the kitchen. “How are you this morning?”

“Umm, I honestly don’t know. I don’t know how to feel. I think maybe once I’m home and able to get closure I will be able to process my feelings clearly.” You told him as you handed him a mug filled with coffee. “I still feel like I’m in a haze. Like this is some sick episode of one of those prank shows.”

Chris wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to laugh, so he didn’t. He fixed his coffee to his liking then watched you as you moved about in the kitchen. He hated himself for picturing his future like this. You making breakfast as his just stands idly watching. 

“Chris, I want to say thank you. You didn’t have to drive me home or stay the night with me, but you did. It shows how much you care even though we have been friends for a short amount of time. So, thank you.” You walked over and kissed his cheek. His skin was set on fire by your kiss and he hated how much he was falling for you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. 

You cooked bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast. Chris sat beside you at the bar as you both ate, silently. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it was peaceful and content like you had done it a million times. 

He watched you from the door as you packed your suitcase. “Is there anyone at work that needs to know what is going on?” Chris asked. He didn’t want your job on the line over something out of your control. 

“I forgot! I have to call Erin.” You said reaching for your phone. Erin was the other stunt coordinator for the movie. You told him about the emergency, not in full detail, but it was enough for him to get the picture. 

You finished packing and checked the time, a quarter after one. You sighed and looked at Chris. “I guess I should get dressed and ready to leave.” 

He nodded. “You’re right. I’ll leave you to it.” Chris turned and headed for the door. You followed. 

“How are you going to get home?” You asked. 

“I got an Uber, so I’m going to wait outside.”

“Chris, you don’t have to wait outside. You’ll get noticed in a heart beat, just stay up here until it gets here.” You said. 

Chris’s heart skipped. He could tell you cared for him. You did, no doubt about it. He was kind to you from the moment you met. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive. 

You got dressed and finished packing the last of your necessities. “Y/N!” Chris called out. “My uber is here.” 

You joined him in the living room. “Thank you, again Chris.” You said to him as you wrapped your arms around him. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Anytime, doll.” He pulled away with a small smile. You kissed his cheek one more time then walked with him to the door. “Let me know when you’re back in town.” Chris said. 

“How will I do that? I don’t have your number.” You stated.

He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. You entered your number then returned it. “Now I have yours. If you don’t mind, I plan on checking in on you.” Chris said. “Oh, that sounded stalkerish.” He couldn’t help but laugh and neither could you. “There’s that beautiful smile.” You blushed. 

“I don’t mind, please check in on me.” You said with a grin. He nodded before making his way down to the parking lot.

It finally was time to head to the airport. You rolled your suitcase to the door and grabbed your backpack. Everything was ready for you to head to the airport. You turned off all the lights and locked your door. After loading your car, you drove straight to LAX.

You got inside the airport, through security and finally sat down in front of your gate. Your boarding pass was laying in your lap and you looked down at it. You started reading it and noticed it was a first class ticket. Then you started to think. Chris booked your flight, and you didn’t give him your credit card information. You reached the conclusion that he had paid for your flight. You felt terrible about it.

“Why would he do that?” You thought. You sighed and leaned your head back. Against the hard airport seat. And you couldn’t text him to complain because you don’t have his number.

Boarding for your flight began. You stood as your section was called. As you scanned your boarding pass, your phone chimed signaling a text. You decided to wait until you were situated on the plane before answering.

Once in your seat, you pulled your phone from your pocket. There was no name, just a number. Your knew it had to be Chris. You felt your heart rate pick up just slightly.

Message:

Unknown- “Hey Y/N! It’s Chris. I just wanted to check in, make sure you made it to the airport.”

You smiled after reading the message. You put his name in your contacts before responding.

You- “Hey. I made it to the airport and I’ve boarded my flight. I’m also mad at you at the moment. You booked me in first class and paid for my flight!”

Chris- “I’m glad you made it safely. Well you can be mad at me all you want. And don’t even think about trying to pay me back.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. He had proven to be slightly difficult. You debated on how to respond. While you were debating the announcement to begin powering down devices sounded. You quickly typed your response.

You- “I’m going to repay you! We are getting ready to take off. I’ll let you know when I land.”

After sending the message you turned off your phone and put it away. You relaxed into your seat and just prepared for the flight ahead.

The flight home was just under five hours and you slept most of the way. You woke up just a few minutes before landing. As you landed, the feelings of the entire situation started to weigh on you.

You sighed as the plane touched down and began to taxi to the gate. After exiting the plane, you checked your phone. It was close to one in the morning. You texted your parents to let them know you had landed. You ordered an Uber as you walked to baggage claim.

You grabbed your suitcase and waited. While you waited, you debated on texting Chris. In your head it was late, it was 1 a.m. to you. Then you remembered it was only 10 p.m. in L.A.

You clicked his messages and began to type.

You- “Hey just letting you know, I made it to Atlanta. I’m waiting on my Uber now.”

You sent the text and closed your phone. Within a few minutes you received a response.

Chris- “Good! Glad you made it safely.”

Before you could respond, your Uber arrived. The driver helped you load your bags and you left the airport. It was a 45 minute drive to your parent’s house, so you pulled your phone out to text Chris.

As you started typing, Chris sent another message.

Chris- “What time is it there?”

You- “It’s 1 a.m. here. I feel like a zombie.”

Chris- “Damn, I bet you do.”

You- “I slept most of the flight but I think that added to my zombieness😂 but I’m still going to pass out as soon as I get in the bed.”

After sending the text, your eyes started feel heavy. You ended up falling asleep on the ride to your parent’s house.

Forty-five minutes later you pulled up in front of your parents house. You grabbed your luggage and walked to the front door. Using the key under the mat, you opened the door.

You walked in expecting everyone to be asleep, but your mom was sitting in the living room. You gasped seeing her in dimly lit room.

“Mom! You scared me!” You said quietly.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. I was waiting up on you.” She said standing up to greet you at the door.

“Why? You didn’t have to do that.” You said hugging her tightly.

“I know, but I wanted too.” She squeezed you and kissed your cheek. “I know you’re tired, so I’ll let you head up to bed. We can talk in the morning.” She said before letting you go.

“Good night mama, I love you.” You told her before heading up stairs to your old bedroom.

“I love you too.” She said.

You went upstairs and sighed. You put your suitcase in the corner and flopped on the bed. Sliding your phone from your pocket, you see a message from Chris that was sent almost thirty minutes before.

Chris- “Well, I hope you sleep well when you finally make it to a bed.”

You- “Thank you! I just made it to my parent’s. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good night!”

Chris responded almost instantly.

Chris- “Good night!”

You put your phone on the charger and put your pajamas on. You crawled into the bed and passed out within a few minutes.

The next morning, you woke up around ten and went straight for the bathroom. You took a shower and washed away all the airport grime.

Once you were dressed, you made your way downstairs into the kitchen. Your mom was sitting at the kitchen table holding your two month old niece, Olivia. Your dad was standing at the stove making breakfast.

Seeing your niece instantly made you tear up. You sat down beside your mom as the tears slid down your cheeks. She reached over and held your hand. “We are going to make it through all this.”

You nodded. Your mother was a strong women and you knew that. She had always told you, “In hard times you have two options, to either hide under the covers and whither away or hold your head up and become a stronger person.”

Your niece began fussing and you reached to take her from your mom. You gently held her in your arms as she stopped fussing. “Y/N, we have some things that we need to talk about.” Your mother said.

“Like what?” You raised your eyebrow as your dad placed a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Well, the papers left by your sister state in case of emergencies or death guardianship of Olivia will be given to you.”

You looked at your mother, speechless. “What?” 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 12

Story 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: another chapter in under three hours! This is pure fluff! There’s literally so much fluff! I also added pictures just for the heck of it.

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After a two weeks spent in Sudbury with Chris, you and Olivia headed back to L.A. Chris insisted on coming back with you, but you talked him into staying a little while longer, since he doesn’t get much time with his family when he was working. 

Once you were back home for a few days, you started to plan Olivia’s first birthday party. Her birthday was November 25 falling two days before Thanksgiving. Olivia didn’t attend daycare so there were no children to really invite. The only children Olivia had been around for a significant amount of time were Chris’s nieces and nephews. An idea popped into your head, so you called Chris.

“Hey babe! What are you up to?” Chris asked.

“Hey. I just started thinking about Olivia’s birthday coming up. I want to plan a party for her, but the only kid’s she has really been around have been the kids in your family.” 

Before you could go on Chris interrupted you. “They would love to celebrate Livie’s birthday!” Chris said excitedly. 

“I know they would babe, but her birthday is two days before thanksgiving and that would be super hectic trying to travel from Boston to Los Angeles. And my parents are going to have to fly from Atlanta.” You let out an exasperated sigh.

“Hey, don’t stress. We will figure this out, ok?” He calmed you.

“Yeah, ok.” You leaned back against your couch. 

“I know you just got back, but what if you had Olivia’s birthday here at my mom’s house?” Chris offered. “My family could be there and it would be a lot less travel time for your parents as well. We could have it the weekend before thanksgiving that way you and your parents could get back to Atlanta to have thanksgiving as a family or we could have one big thanksgiving together, totally up to you and your family.”

“Chris, I couldn’t ask that of your family.” You shook you head even though he couldn’t see you. 

“You aren’t asking. I am offering.” Chris said, and you know he had his signature smirk on his face. “I’ll even ask my mom now if it’s ok with her.” 

Before you could put a stop to his actions, you hear him call out for his mom. You faintly heard him explain the proposition then you heard a gasp. “Oh! I would love to have Olivia’s party here and meet her family. She is such a sweetheart, I can only imagine what her parents are like.” 

“Ma, she is on the phone.” Chris told her.

“She is? Let me speak with her.” Lisa took the phone from Chris’s hand and placed it to her ear. 

“Y/N, hun, I would love to help you with Olivia’s party and have you and your parents over for thanksgiving.” Lisa happily said. 

“Thank you, Miss Lisa. I really don’t want to impose on your family during the holidays. Maybe I could celebrate with my parents then bring Olivia to Sudbury to celebrate with y’all.” You explained to Lisa. 

“I promise you wouldn’t be imposing. The more the merrier around here, but I also understand where you are coming from. Why don’t you talk it over with you parents then get back with Chris or myself?”  Lisa stated. 

“Yes ma’am, will do.” You smiled. 

Lisa bid you goodbye then gave the phone back to Chris. 

“So, how does thanksgiving in Massachusetts sound?” Chris said with a laugh. 

“Chris, I just don’t know. I feel like I’m mooching off you and your family if I take your offer.” 

“You’re not mooching.” Chris said flatly. “ My family really likes you. I don’t think they would offer that to just anyone, Y/N.” 

“Just let me talk to my parents, and I will let you know.” You told Chris. 

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later. I love you!” Chris said.

“I love you too.” You responded before ending the call. 

You let out an exaggerated sigh and through your head back. “What are we going to do Livie?”

Olivia just babbled in response. 

A little while later, you called your mom. When you explained Chris’s offer to her, she agreed that it would be a good idea. She wasn’t too sure on the thanksgiving part, but letting Olivia celebrate with both families would be best. She knew Chris had become a fundamental part of Olivia’s life and yours, so how could she not let him be apart of her first birthday. 

After your phone call with your mom, you called Chris back to tell him that your parents agreed to having Olivia’s party in Sudbury. Chris had met your parents briefly when they visited you and Olivia in New York while filming. You were still nervous for his whole family to meet them.

After a few weeks of planning, you and Lisa had everything ready for Olivia’s birthday. Lisa had the idea for the theme to be donuts, and it turned out super cute. Lisa ordered a cake for Olivia to smash, one to eat, and tons of donuts of all flavors. 

You and Olivia flew back to Boston two days before the party. The day before the party your parents flew in. You, Olivia, and Chris picked them up from the airport and took them to eat before taking them to their hotel. 

The day of the party arrived and it was all about Olivia. You couldn’t ask for anything better. Chris went to pick up your parents while you got Olivia dressed. You didn’t know there was an underlying reason for Chris wanting to go alone. 

He left earlier than needed to pick up your parents, but he had a plan. Before bringing them back to the house he stopped at a small cafe to have coffee with your parents. 

You parent’s sat down at a small table with Chris after receiving their order. 

“Chris, is there any particular reason you’ve brought us here?” Your mother, Tara, asked. 

“Yes ma’am there is.” He said. To your parents it was obvious he was nervous about something and they had an inkling of what it might be. Chris took a deep breath and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I know Y/N and I have only been officially together for a few months, but I’ve known her for several years. This year having her in my life has been the best thing I could have asked for.” He took another breath. “She is an amazing woman. She loves everyone she meets no matter what, she is loyal, kind, smart, compassionate, and beautiful. I can’t imagine the rest of my life with out her or Olivia.” He looks you father straight in the eyes. “I would like your permission to ask her marry to marry me.” 

Your parents were in awe of Chris’s speech about you. They can see the love for not only you but also for Olivia pouring out of him. They look at each other and smile. 

“You have our permission.” You father, Shane, answered. 

Chris’s smile could have split his face it was so wide. “Thank you!” He said with a sigh of relief. 

They still had some time before they needed to be back, so your mother asked. “Do you have an idea of when you would like to ask her?” 

“Well, I would really like to do it soon. I am not the best secret keeper.” He laughed softly. “I would like to ask her on thanksgiving, so I would really like it of you two joined our family for thanksgiving dinner on Thursday.” 

Your mother pursued her lips. “Since you are going to propose, we will stay.” Your mom smiled. Chris smiled victoriously, his plan was coming together perfectly. 

They continued their conversation for just a few more minutes then it was time to head home for the party. 

Chris and your parents arrived forty-five minutes before the start time of the party. Lisa’s house was decorated beautifully for the occasion. Streamers and balloons were every where, along with pictures of Olivia that Lisa had acquired from Chris. 

You walked down the stairs with Olivia in your arms, she was bathed and ready for the party. She was a little cranky about the tutu she had on, but she was slowly calming down. 

Your mom gasped at Olivia’s outfit and immediately went to take her from you. You smiled and passed her over. You gave Chris a question look, he responded with a nonchalant shrug. 

Once your mom was finished gushing about Olivia’s outfit, you lead them into the kitchen to meet Lisa. 

Lisa and your parents hit it off. They fell into easy conversation as your mom started to help Lisa with the finishing touches of the decorations. 

It was finally party time and Carly and Shana both showed up with the rest of the kids. The children were in awe of all the sweets laid out in front of them. Scott arrived with armfuls of gifts. 

“Scott! You did not!” You gasped as he set the gift bags down. 

“I absolutely did!” He smirked. Scott took Olivia from Chris’s arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

The party continued. Your mom placed the small cake on the tray of the high chair for Olivia to smash. Before you let her destroy the cake, you mom wanted a picture. You put Olivia in the high chair and stood just to the side for the picture.

“Chris get in there!” You mom motioned with her hand. 

He couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face. He joined the picture then allowed Olivia to dig in to her cake. 

Everyone gathered around to watch Olivia smash her cake, and smashed it was. She had frosting all over her arms and face. You all snapped pictured of the happy birthday girl as she licked the cake and frosting from her hands. 

The official party ended after two or so hours. With everyone around clean up didn’t take much time. The left over food was all stored away and the decorations were taken down. All of Olivia’s gifts had been placed in the corner of the living room for her to play with later. The kids had crashed from their sugar highs and were napping in the playroom on pallets. 

All the adults gathered around the living room to enjoy the quiet. Scott, Chris and your dad watched a football game while all the women just laid around. 

“Miss Lisa, I can’t thank you enough for everything. It was absolutely beautiful!” You told her as you looked through your pictures. 

“Oh, hun, it was not a big deal! It was nice to do the planning and have the party here. It reminded me of having my own children’s parties here.” She smiled at you. 

The rest of the evening was quiet. Everyone laid around and munched on party food. You leaned against Chris not thinking of anything other than the day you had. Chris looked as if he was focused on the game on tv, but really his sole focus was planning the perfect proposal with just a few short days. 

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Pairing: Doctor!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Dr. James Barnes has it all: a loving family, caring best friends, and a successful career as one of the best heart surgeons in New York. He has everything he ever wanted his whole life… well, almost everything. One thing he never thought he could ever have was Y/N Y/L/N. She may have been a lot of things, but he loved her because she made him better.

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt.6

Story 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. Maybe one cuss word

A/N: bold italics is a flash back 

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Three weeks had passed and you were packing your bags for filming. You ended up not getting someone to keep Olivia. She was three months old and in three months she had been through enough. You decided that it was just better to bring her with you. Everyone was used to her, so it wasn’t a problem.

It was around four in the morning and you were getting dressed to head to the airport. The first location of filming was New York. You were trying not to wake Olivia as you got ready.

Over the last three week, your routine became more natural. You figured out different cries from Olivia and what she wanted. She even began to recognize things. It was an amazing thing to watch her reach different milestones. 

She would move her head to follow the toys in front of her. When Olivia would lay on her tummy, she would push-up on her arms and hold her head up. Chris was over at your apartment when she first held her head up.

Olivia is on the floor on her stomach, and you are next to her. Chris is laying on the couch, half asleep. You and Chris have become even closer over the last few weeks. Olivia is cooing and wiggling on the floor. You think you are seeing things when her head first lifts off the play mat. You start watching her intently. She does it again, raising her head just barely off the floor.

“Chris!” You call out excitedly.

He shoots up from the couch. “Huh! What?” He questions.

“She’s is holding her head up!” You smile up at him. He moves down to the floor and lays on his stomach facing her. She turns her head and looks at Chris while holding her head up.

“Good job Livie!” Chris coos at her with a smile.

Chris had become your best friend in a way. He was always willing to hang out or get you something if you needed it. Sometimes you would makeup something just so he would come over.

You finished getting dressed and began taking all the luggage down to your car. Once you finished that it was almost five and you needed to be leaving for the airport.

You hated to do it, but you had to get Olivia up and changed. You gently picked her up and laid her on your bed. You changed her diaper and put her in a clean onesie to travel in, normally she would have worn a cute outfit but it was just the airport. Luckily after changing her, she went back to sleep. You strapped her in her car seat and turned off all the lights. You locked your front door and headed for the car.

After getting in your car, you felt your phone buzz. You checked it and it was a message from Chris making sure you were up. You smiled at your phone. He was just too sweet. You responded that you were up and on your way to the airport. 

You arrived at the airport and got inside. You found the gate for your flight. The entire flight was booked out for cast and crew. Chris was already at the gate half asleep in a chair. You set your bag beside him and it made a slight thud. He opened his eyes and looked around. 

“Good morning sleepyhead!” You beamed at Chris with a smile. He smiled back at you. Olivia was strapped into the chest carrier around your torso. 

“Good morning to you two beautiful girls.” You blushed at his words. You turned around, so your back was to Chris, he got the hint and reached up to undo the buckle of the carrier. 

You gently got Olivia out and passed her to Chris. She was also half asleep. She yawned as she laid against Chris’s chest. It was almost as if that was her safe place. “Oh yeah Livie, I feel you.” Chris chuckled. 

You sat down beside Chris and smiled as he held Olivia. “You better be careful. People will be taking pictures and posting that you have a secret child.” You laughed. 

Chris continued to rub Olivia’s back until she was fully asleep again. “People can’t ever mind their own business.” He said.

“I think that comes in the job description.” 

He laughed softly. You both sat at the gate talking until it was time to board the plane. You found a seat and sat down with Olivia in your arms. It was a row of three seats, you were in the window seat. Chris made his way down the aisle and plopped down into the aisle seat of your row. 

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You teased. 

“No, I needed to be next to the two most beautiful girls.” Chris smirked.

Scarlett poked her head up from the row behind you. “Excuse you?” She quirked her eyebrow. 

“Sorry, sorry. Correction, the three most beautiful girls.” You all laughed. 

You knew how good of a relationship Scarlett and Chris had, and it was fun to watch at times. They were close and you didn’t mind it. 

Everyone boarded the flight and take off began. The flight was easy. Olivia was as easy going as the first time you flew with her. A couple hours later, the plane landed in New York. Everyone made it off the flight and through the airport to the vans waiting outside. Chris was ushered onto a van with the cast, while you and Olivia were put on a van with the stunt crew. You got Olivia’s car seat and strapped her in.  The luggage was loaded and the vans left for the hotel. 

Chris powered his phone on and it began to blow up with notifications from Twitter and text messages with screenshots of pictures. Just like you said, people had taken pictures of him holding Olivia and playing with her this morning in the airport.

“So has @ChrisEvans been keeping a secret?”

“Does @ChrisEvans have a secret?”

“🤨🤨🤨 @ChrisEvans”

“@ChrisEvans with a baby!😍 my ovaries are exploding”

“Daddy!😍😍😍 @ChrisEvans”

Chris ignored the posts on twitter and the text messages. He decided he wasn’t going to tell you because he knew it would make you feel bad and you would blame yourself.

Once you were at the hotel, you grabbed your large suitcase and held Olivia’s car seat in the other hand. You began trudging for the elevator. Chris rushed up beside you and took your suitcase from your hand. 

“You know you could ask for help.” He stated as the elevator doors opened. 

“I know, but I don’t like bothering people.” You said adjusting the grip in the car seat handle. He shook his head and laughed. 

“You are stubborn.” He teased.

“What? Can’t handle it?” You smirked up at him. 

“Oh, I can handle it just fine, baby girl.” Your cheeks turned bright red at the sound of the pet name. You were glad it was just you two and Olivia in the elevator. While in the elevator, you could hear Chris’s phone dinging over and over again.

“Is your phone ringing?” You questioned.

“No, it’s probably just emails.” He said looking in front of him.

“Are you sure?” You looked up at him.

“I’m sure.” Chris said. It continued buzzing. You reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. “Y/N, it’s nothing.”

You looked at the screen and saw a picture from the airport this morning and 15 notifications from Twitter.

“We’re you going to tell me?” You asked.

“No, I didnt want you to think it was your fault or for you to feel bad.” Chris stated.

“Well, it is my fault! And I do feel bad!” You sighed. “If I hadn’t handed Olivia to you, no one would have taken pictures of you and rumors wouldn’t be spreading that you have a secret child!”

The elevator sounded as you reached the tenth floor. You stepped off and walked to your door.

“Chris, I’m so sorry! I don’t want to make your life anymore complicated than it already is. So if you change your mind about waiting, I’ll understand.” You said as you pushed open your door.

Chris followed you in with your luggage. You set Olivia’s car seat on the bed.

“Y/N, you and Olivia do not complicate anything. Like you said, it’s in the job description.” He said looking down at you. “I want you and I want Olivia. The fact that you’re handling all this so well, makes me want you even more. You are so strong and you are being a hero in my opinion. I will wait as long as I have too.” Chris kissed your forehead.

You just looked up at him. “I don’t think you’re human.” You said. Chris laughed. “You are an Angel.”

“I’m not an angel.” He said. You smiled at him.

“How are you going to handle the rumors?” 

“Don’t worry about that.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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