Fics you need to read.
(Marvel and their cast)
I thought it's a funny idea to write all my favourite fics here. (I saw that a few times on here so, lets do it) I would say it's my 200 Follower special.
So thank you so much for 200 Follower in just a month, that means so much for me.
Masterlist Bingo (request open)
Kink-tober 2023
If you don't want me to tag you here, tell me, and I will delete it.
To be honest there are so much I love and it's hard to write all, so those are just a few of them.
Want me to read yours? Just tell me, but I'm a bit picky, so your fic isn't bad just because I didn't tag it here.
♡-fluff
◇-smut
♧-dark
○-angst
/-non of that
bucky barnes:
◇ heavy patting (@buckyysdoll)
/ john fucking walker (@buckyysdoll)
♡ babysitting duty (@nicoline1998enilocin)
♡ hello? Mr. Pickle? (@wwilsonbarness)
♡ it's not my cup of tea (@malum-forev)
♡ sweet dreams bee (@angrythingstarlight)
◇ teach me (@buckyalpine)
◇ 4 minutes (@kurogxrix)
◇ friend of a friend b.b s.r. (@angelkhi)
◇ You let him in my pussy? (@itiswormtimebaby)
◇ Wait till I get home? (@jamesbuckybarnes1917)
♡ You have a girlfriend? (@antiquarianfics)
◇♡ let me take care of you (@theeleggymeggy)
◇ What goes around (@navybrat817)
♡ uncle bucky (@multiversefanfics)
♡ clingy (@sleepypanda27)
◇ don't move (@lavykitty)
- continue
tony stark:
◇ touched for the very first time (@nicoline1998enilocin)
♡ making a new friend (@nicoline1998enilocin)
◇♡ a small miracle (@nicoline1998enilocin)
-continue
steve rogers:
◇♡ forbidden fruit (@sebastianstanisahotmf)
-continue
other character:
◇ mommy's good boy [randsom drysdale] (@nicoline1998enilocin)
-continue
♡ your age is showing [andy barber] (@worksby-d)
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Biggest Fans (E.O)
Fem!Writer!Reader x Elizabeth Olsen
Summary: It was a casual lunch day out for you and Lizzie until the unexpected thing happens.
Warning: None. I'm just feeding you with fluff story. :D
A/n: Hello! It's me with another fluff fic! Thank you for your patience. I'm trying my best to write more and give you more contents. Also, this might be the last time I will post with the taglist. I'm planning on making a library side blog. I will update you once It's ready. Anyways, happy reading!
P.S: The italic prints means texting convo in this fic. The bold print means their thoughts.
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“Hello. I really love your writing.” was how it all started. A friendly message you got but you never knew that it will lead to something unexplainable with such all good feelings you can’t describe. A message that led to other more messages between you and this girl. Before you know it, you talk to her 24/7 for almost a year. Flirtatious messages with various sweet pet names exchanges happen a lot between you two. Is it a friendship? It sure did start from that point. Is it more than that? You don’t know. All you know, you can’t hold back a smile every time you get a message from her through your writing blog apps. You always wait for her messages. The second you wake up, you will go to the apps to text her good morning and sometimes you would find that she beat you and left the morning text before you.
Liz, that’s her name. As much as you want to see her pictures or hear her voice through a phone call, you respect her request to wait until she feels comfortable to do so. You both agreed to not talk or ask anything personal just yet. Despite all that, both of you never run out of things to talk about which is what you love about her.
You hear your text notification from your phone and your heartbeat doubling in speed instantly. You knew who it was and as usual, you are smiling reading anything she texts you.
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*Ding* Lizzie's phone informs her another message replies. She laughs a little and then smiles the whole time while she's typing her turn in the conversation.
Scarlet sees it from the corner of her eyes while she is checking out the restaurant's menu but she can't help herself to ask, "Is that from your writer girlfriend?” She teases Lizzie.
“Huh? What? No, she’s not my girlfriend.” The younger actress realizes Scar’s teasing question and denies it instantly. A blush shows up on her cheek obviously.
“Well, you both have been talking all this time. You have been all smiling every time you text with her. Wait, how long have you been talking with each other?”
“Well, you told me about this whole fanfiction writing blog stuff like around june last year i think?” The brunette answers.
“That’s almost a year! Wow and she still doesn’t know who you are? Or at least your voice? Does she know that you are from Los Angeles? She seems pretty patient about that."
"Uh yes. I gotta admit, she has been understanding about it very much. Sometimes I feel that it's unfair to her because I have heard her voice on the voice notes she left me. She sounds really cute. And, yes. She knows that I'm from here just like her." Lizzie expresses her thoughts and doesn't realize that another smile curves on her face.
"Aww. That's cute! You like her, don't you?" The blonde actress asks as she wiggles her eyebrows teasing her best friend once more.
Lizzie laughs and covers her face in embarrassment. "Who wouldn't like a nice sweet funny girl that you can talk to about everything 24/7?"
“Haha! I knew you like her!”
“Uh maybe we should order some food now, the waitress has been asking us twice, Scar.” Lizzie looks at the menu to avoid eye contact and to not let the topic go further.
“It wasn’t my fault, you were the one who kept forgetting to see what you want because you are busy texting with your girlfriend.” Scarlet teased and soft crimson shades slowly show up on Lizzie’s face.
“Oh look, Liz! She just posted a new fic. Ouh, I wonder what it is about now.” A mix of excitement and curiosity floats around her as she playfully makes a little dance move with her shoulders.
“Oh, she posted it earlier than she planned, that's good. It’s a Wanda story. She told me the idea, it’s about—-” before Lizzie can finish her words, Scarlet interrupts her.
“Nope. nope. Nope.. No spoilers please. I’m gonna read it later.” Scarlet raises her index fingers as her stop sign.
Lizzie laughs at her antics. “Okay, okay. All I’m gonna say is, it’s a really good plot. You’ll like it.”
The girls order their food and spend some time catching up.
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Liz:
“Have you eaten lunch yet, sweetie?
Y/n:
“Not yet. I was too lazy to get out of my apartment but since you keep reminding me to eat something, I am getting lunch now. 😁"
Liz:
"Are you going to cook something?"
Y/n:
"No. I'm just gonna go to this restaurant I love. I'll be right back, darling. I'll text you when I get there, love. 😘"
Liz:
"Okay, talk soon. 😘"
Even just the short conversation makes you and Lizzie feel like you are on cloud nine, drunk with happiness.
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Some fans sometimes come to them for pictures or autographs but both Marvel actresses were enjoying their lunch and their leisure time together until one message from you popped up. Lizzie's eyes widened, her stomach turned and her heart dropped after she read what you sent her.
Y/n:
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Liz! You will not believe who I see right now! Elizabeth Olsen!! I see her at the restaurant I'm at now. She is so gorgeous. She's with Scarlet Johansson right now."
"Oh my god. Shit. Scar, she's here." Lizzie exclaimed in whispers, trying her best to keep calm and look around casually so it wouldn't look obvious.
"Huh? What happened? Who's here?" The Black Widow cast asks in surprise and confusion at the same time.
"Y/n. She's here!" She whispers.
"What? How did you know?" Scarlet pitched out another question as she kept her head straight looking at Lizzie.
"She sent me this." Lizzie lets Scarlet read your message.
Then another message popped up.
Y/n:
"I really want to come up to her and say hi."
"Gosh, now she's gonna come here and say hi." Panic starts to scream a little in Lizzie's tone and she shows her phone to Scar again.
"You don't know what she looks like, right?" Scarlet asks.
"No. I don't know that she is a huge fan of.. you know, me." Lizzie taps her fingers rapidly and nervously.
"Well, d'uh, Lizzie? She writes fics about you and Wanda." The blonde laughs a little and shakes her head.
"Oh yeah. Yeah. You are right. My brain just can't think—" Lizzie tries to respond but gets interrupted. "Straight?" Scar finishes her words in a teasing smirk.
Lizzie rolls her eyes and holds her smile knowing what Scarlet really meant. A fan comes and asks for a selfie with them.
As soon as the girl leaves, Lizzie asks Scarlet in a whisper, "Do you think it was her?"
"Well, I don't know, Liz. Oh text her and ask if she decides to come to Lizzie" Scarlet pitches the idea as she forms an air quote on Lizzie's name.
The now nervous younger Olsen sister follows the suggested idea and texts you.
Lizzie:
"So, did you decide to go say hi to her?"
A few minutes passed and she hasn't got any reply from you. Then another fan politely interrupts the silence.
Lizzie doesn't realize that she stares at the girl a little longer while her mind wonders if it's you until Scarlet nudges her elbow and she continues talking friendly then takes another selfie with their favorite MCU casts.
The more fans come to them, the more it drives her mind all over the place and keeps guessing which one was you. Her curiosity makes her ask each fan their name, just in case it was you. Anticipation is killing her by now and she decided to text you again.
Lizzie:
"Babe? Are you okay? How was it?"
Silence was still what she got. "Why hasn't she replied yet?" She asks herself with a little frustration as she keeps checking on her phone for your reply.
"Well, if she already came to you then what would you do?" Scarlet questioned the brunette.
“I don’t know.” Lizzie shows her thinking looks as she mindlessly bites her nails. Then her phone brings her back out of her daze. “Oh! That must be her.” She talks to herself as she undoubtedly checks her phone.
A Surprised facial expression appears as she sees your message with a picture of her that you took from afar earlier.
Y/n:
“Look how beautiful she is. I saw that she was very sweet to her fans. I think I'm not going to come up to her. I feel bad that she doesn't have her privacy to have her lunch, people keep coming to her. I’m just gonna finish my food and maybe go home after that.”
Lizzie tries to look as calm as she can as she wonders where you are sitting from the view of her picture you took then looks back to check the picture again and avert her eyes around. “Scar, don't look around, I don't want to look obvious that we are wondering which one is her but here, look what Y/n texted me.”
As soon as Scar saw the pictures and read the message, she almost couldn’t help herself to turn her head to where you possibly were but Lizzie stops her.
“Aw she’s so sweet and thoughtful.” The blonde comments. “So, if she’s not coming to see you, what are you going to do now Liz? She added.
“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking of asking her if she wants to meet up or at least have a video call. Should I try to come and have a spontaneous meet up with her here right now? She said she’s leaving soon.” Lizzie rants out her thoughts as she casually searches around that might give a clue which one is you.
A full minute of silence from Lizzie as Scar waits for the answer of her question. The brunette finally breaks her silence. “Uhm.. I don’t know. Uh, I… I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back, Scar.” but being friends with Lizzie since she joined Marvel makes Scarlet know her pretty well like the back of her own hand.
Scarlet gently grabs Lizzie’s arm to quickly stop her from getting up. “Wait, wait, wait Liz. I know you. You are not going to the bathroom, you are going to find her, aren’t you?” The blonde actress guessed in a teasing tone and smiled.
No words come out of her lips but a little smirk forms and that’s all Scarlet needs as an answer then she lets go her hand off Lizzie’s arm. “Well, good luck. Have fun on your first date with your girlfriend. Text me if you want me to wait or not.” Scarlet cheers her and wiggle her eyebrows.
With that, Lizzie walks away to find you.
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Unfortunately, today is a pretty busy day at the restaurant. After a few steps away from her table towards the direction she guessed where you are at, most tables are occupied. Her eyes look for a woman she thinks looks like your age and any other clue that can help her.
At first she looks for a woman who is on her phone but she realizes it won’t help. Most people are on their phone these days. Then she remembers that you posted a story earlier, her mind instantly thinks that you have your laptop with you on your table right now while having your lunch. It helps her narrow down her obstacles to find you after she sees some women has their laptop with them.
She tries to be as casual as she can. Some pairs of eyes recognize her and some don’t or perhaps they are just trying not to stare at her. She then texts you again, a subtle question that won’t be too obvious that she wants to know if you are still there or not.
Lizzie:
“How’s your food babe? Are you still having your lunch?”
A few minutes of silence, none of your replies come to her inbox. “Dang it! She probably turns her phone on vibrate mode again.” she thought to herself, knowing your habit.
Meanwhile, you are trying to prevent yourself from staring at your idol from far away so you are focused on writing your new romantic fic, you can’t keep Liz out of your mind. All those sweet touchy ideas and stories you wrote were inspired by her or your conversations with her. It even sometimes makes you smile. You miss her today but you know her plan for today, spending time with her best friend so you try to let her “girls day out” time.
As you get distracted by your own feelings of missing her, you can’t help yourself and you grab your phone to text her only to find out you missed her text.
You quickly reply.
Y/n:
“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t see your message. My phone was on vibrate. Yes, I’m still here, but I’m done with my lunch and just waiting for my check. I hope you are having a great time with your best friend. I can’t wait to chat with you again. I miss you.”
Just like that, your message definitely dropped a bomb of jumbled feelings on her. She reads it in awe, her heart feels light and she feels giddy when she reads that you miss her yet she is now alarmed that her time is running out and she needs to pick up her pace to find you. Like a cherry on top, the nervousness gradually grew over the other mixed up feelings.
She directs her eyes from one table to another table as she walks. She starts to feel more anxious that she would miss the chance to meet you, her mind rapidly thinks.
Her fingers start to get cold, her heart beats race but a final resort of thought jumps into her mind.
She takes a deep breath. “Fuck it.” She mumbles and she opens the apps on her phone then calls you and her eyes are ready to spot you whenever you pick up her calls. “Come on, y/n. Pick up the phone.” she mumbles once more with full of hope.
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The waiter drops off your bill. While you are checking on it, you notice that your phone vibrates.
Your stomach does somersaults and your heart cheers with such thrill, you swear you could hear it. Despite all that, you are nervous. You stare at your phone screen for a good few seconds, questions bouncing around in your head as you tap your finger on the table nervously.
Why is she calling me? Is this an accidental call? Should I answer it? What if I got speechless?
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Lizzie hears you answer the call on the other end of the line. Her eyes jump from one person to another and her heart skips a beat when she finally spots you. She knows it was you as soon as she sees you has the phone with your left hand.. “H–hello? Liz?” She can hear your highly strung voice and her feet lead her to your table slowly.
“H-hi y/n. Yes, it’s me Liz.” her timorous voice wrapped in excitement makes its way to be heard.
“Uh-it’s so nice to finally hear your voice. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know that you were gonna call. I wasn’t prepared.” you let out a nervous laugh.
“Oh yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you first I was gonna call. I got your text. I miss you too. So, I decided to call you. So are you leaving soon?” Lizzie can’t stop smiling while she talks to you.
“Uh yeah, pretty soon. I just got my bill. Are you still having lunch with your best friend? Where are you now?” you ask curiously. You start to calm down from your sudden nervousness.
“Aaw, you are leaving? I think it would be a great idea if you stay a little longer.” She ignores your question yet pitches out an idea that caught you in confusion.
Of course you asked “And why is that?” followed by a little laugh. All you can think is how cute she sounds. You always think that she is cute but to think that her voice melts your heart this easily? No, you never thought of that. Or perhaps you fell for her, so hard.
“Because I’m right here.” She answers enthusiastically. Lizzie tries to take her exhilaration down a notch to avoid attention from people surroundings.
“Wait, what? You–you are here? What did you—” you stop your words as soon as you feel a presence in front of you. From the corner of your eyes, you can see someone standing and you quickly look up to see who it is. “---mean?” you finally finished the word you were gonna say in a very low voice. You felt like you just got struck by lightning. Your eyes refuse to blink, your mouth is slightly open. You are stunned, or you can even say that you are frozen like an ice sculpture. You are shocked and confused why in the world the most beautiful woman, the woman you idolized so much, is standing right in front of you, smiling and her green eyes sparkling in happiness looking at you.
“Uh–I–uh-W-wait–Liz..hold on..Lizzie Olsen is standing right in front of me and you just told me that you are here. So..does it mean–” you stupidly still hold your phone against your ear and talk on the phone.
Lizzie lets out a cute laugh and thinks how cute you look. “Hello, I really love your writing." She intentionally said the same exact words with her first message to you through the phone.
Her intention to prove to you that the Liz who you have been talking to this whole time and her are the same person worked. You swiftly connect the dots and are convinced by the truth. “Oh…OH!!! Oh my god! Liz? Lizzie? I have been talking to you this whole time?” You yell in a whisper, trying to suppress your popping elations. Your skin slowly turns red.
She laughs a little louder at your reaction but she tries to calm you down as she leans to you a little and whisper “Y/n, shusshh. We wouldn’t want to attract more attention than we already have right now.” She puts her index finger on her smiling lips.
“Oh, yeah yeah. Sorry.” you take a deep breath and exhale them out. “Okay, okay. I’m good.. I–I’m good. Uh–” you ramble.
“Can I join you?” she asks softly.
“Yes, of course. Please have a seat.”
"So this is the blind date we have been talking about?" The iconic laugh of hers follows right after her teasing question.
"Well, it's more surprising, unplanned and spontaneous than I thought it would be but y-yes of course! This is it.. this the blind date." You awkwardly yet subtly try to fix your look in front of her.
Oh that smile, those green eyes and even her perfume have successfully turn your brain into a mush.
You are hypnotized by the ethereal views in front of you and you are lost in your thoughts. You still can’t believe you have been talking to her this whole time, romantically to each other. The one and only gorgeous Elizabeth Olsen has been telling you that she loves everything you write and everything about you.
Both of you have been the biggest fans to each other this whole time and nothing can beat that.
A/n: Welp, that's it for today. Let me know what you think and I hope you like it. Reblog and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more. See you in next!
Cheerio!
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We’re Terrible Influences
Paring: Avengers Cast (Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Scarlett Johanson) x Reader
Summary: Part of the Civil War cast throw a 21st birthday party for you
Warning: drinking, swearing, hints of anxiety, drunk reader, WE GET SAD
A/N: Flufftober Day 4, this was fun
“SURPRISE!!!”
“You have got to be kidding me”
You looked at the three men boys in front of you; Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans. They had the goofiest smile on their faces, one holding a birthday hat, the other a sash, and a shot glass with clear liquid in it. “I told you guys multiple times I didn’t want a party.”
"We know," Chris said, "and we don't want to force you to do this." he continued. "But it's your 21st birthday, and if you don't get drunk then you are doing it wrong." Sebastian continued. "Actually I'm doing it right because I'm not pushing my body's limits-"
"NOPE! You don't get to be smart tonight. that can continue tomorrow. Tonight you get to have fun and get drunk with your favorite people in the world." Anthony said as he tried to hand you the clear glass.
"I told you no. The only reason I came over was for the birthday movie night we had planned." You said you try to push past the guys. But they weren’t having it and blocked you out.
“What’s going on? Are you nervous or something? Cause we are all very responsible adults.” Chris said as the three men have you the cheesiest thumbs up, making you laugh.
“It’s not that, I promise. I just don’t want to.” You said as you started subconsciously rubbing your thumb over your hand, a telltale sign that you were holding something back.
“No you are doing the thumb thing; what’s on your mind,” Seb said as he took one of your hands and held it. “I don’t know how I’m going to act when I’m drunk.” You said as you felt yourself exhale.
“So?” Chris asked. “So, I don’t want you to see me when I get to that point. I don’t know if I’m going to be happy, giggly, sad, or throwing up over the toilet.” The boys looked at each other before laughing a bit. You slapped each of their chests. “This isn’t funny, plus we have work in the morning. So there is also a valid reason as to why we can’t do this.” Anthony grabbed his phone before showing you a text message from Joe Russo
“Tell Y/n we took her off the call sheet for tomorrow. I don’t want to be emotionally responsible for her not having a 21st birthday party.”
You looked back at the boys as they all looked at you with raised eyebrows. You contemplated for a bit before holding out your pinky. “You promise that no matter how I turn out tonight if I get to that point, you will take care of me and have no judgment?” You said very seriously. They each took a free pinky and wrapped it around yours. “We promise,” Seb said as you all let go. You took a Breathe before reaching for the hat and sash. “Here goes nothing,” you said as you took the glass from Anthony's hand and took the shot. “yeah/Woo/let's go!” The boy said as you handed the glass back and started coughing. “That taste disgusting.” You said.
“You never had a shot before?” Anthony asked as you all walked into the house. It was at Chris’s AirBnB in Atlanta. “I have but I’m still not used to it.” You said as you walked into the living room. You saw that Scarlett was also there.
“Okay birthday girl, what do you want for your first drink?” Seb said ask we walked towards a counter that had tons of liquor, seltzers, juices, and beers on it. “Surprise me.” You said as you looked at Scarlett. She came over and gave you a hug. “Happy Birthday my love, are you ready?” Scarlet said as she fixed the hat on your head. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” You look towards Seb as he walked over with two drinks in hand and gave you one.
“What’s in this?” You said and you sniffed the top. “Vodka and Cranberry, a simple drink,” Sebastian said. You took a sip from it. It wasn’t too bad. “So we doing beer pong, kings cup, what the plan?” You asked.
“We are going to start off with Never have I ever. If you have done it you take a sip, and every 5 sips you take a shot.” Chris said as he brought over the Tito and shot glasses. “That sounds like I’m going to get drunk fast.” You said he placed them down at the table. “Well yeah, that’s the point,” Anthony said.
“Not fair. As the birthday girl, I think after this we need to play a game where everyone has a chance to get a little tipsy.” You said as you sat down on the velvet couch. “Okay, after this we will do truth or dare,” Scarlett said. “Good! Then let’s begin” you said as you took a sip of your drink.
4 hours later (all I will say about what happened is they found out you are not a virgin, you did drunk Karaoke with Seb, and you told them about your crush on a crew member)
“We are terrible influences, aren't we?” Sebastian said to the two friends standing next to him as they looked at you on the couch, drunk out of your mind. You were currently leaning against Scarlett as she was running her hands through your hair. “We are, but that’s our job,” Chris said.
“This was the best night EVER! Why didn’t anyone tell me it was this fun to drink?” You said as you looked at the boys, swaying a little. “I want more; this is Great.” You said as you tried to get up but you barely got off before Scarlett pushed you back down. "nope. you are officially cut off. You are out of it sweetie." Scarlett said as she rubbed your back now.
"Wait you want another shot?" Seb said as looked at the two girls. your eyes lit up like fireworks while Scarlett just gave him a look that could kill. "Please Sebby I want it." You gave him your best puppy eyes. "Of course sweetie. Anything for the birthday girl," he said as he walked back over to the counter. Chris followed after.
"You aren't actually going to give her another shot, right? Cause she is pretty out of it dude." He said as Sebastian grabbed a plastic shot glass. He took it to the sink and filled the shot glass with water as he looked at Chris. "Of course not. But if there is one thing I have learned from...Tom Holland..god I can't believe I said that." he said as Chris laughed. "is that when his friends are drunk, he gives them shots of water if they really want more but can't take more alcohol." he said as they walked back over to you.
"You guys are the bestest friends EVER! like 10 times better than anyone. I love you all so much." you told your friends. "we love you too kiddo. now come on, last shot of the night for the birthday girl!" Anthony said as he and Scarlett help you sit up. Sebastian handed you the shot glass which you took in your grabby hands. "GIMME GIMME GIMME," you said like a kid with cake. you down the water fast as your friends look at you with goofy grins on their faces. You looked at Seb with one of your famous 'death glares'
"You gave me water you bitch." you said in a serious tone. The others around you couldn't keep their snickers in as they all let out a laugh. "I said I wanted another shot." Your head fell back onto Scarlett's shoulder. "I know sweetie," he said as he sat cross-legged in front of you on the couch. "technically I did get you a shot because you didn't specify you wanted alcohol in it." You moved your legs so you were crisscrossed as well. You put your elbows on your knees as your hands went under your chin.
"I want vodka," you said as you looked into Sebastian's Blue eyes. He copied your movement and put his hands under his chin. "Not going to happen." He replied with a smirk. Chris just laughed and made his way over to you. "Okay, time to bed Squish," he said and he tried to get you to stand up. you pushed one of your hands in front of his mouth, never losing eye content with Seb.
"I'm in the middle of a very important negotiation right now Chris," you said as confidently as you could, although it only came out as a slurred mess. He took your hand off his mouth and wiped it on your sweatpants. "No, because you made us pinky promise that we take care of you if you got to this point, didn't you?" You turned to look at Chris and felt your eyes well up. you nodded your head as you wrapped your arm around Chris's neck. "You guys are so nice to me," you said as you let tears out onto his shoulder.
This came as a shock to them as you barely ever cry. You only ever let your guard down around people you really trust. Chris was the only one who has seen you like this. Chris sighed as he looked at his castmates. "Okay, now it's officially time for bed." He took one of your arms and helped you up. your whole body felt heavy and all you wanted to do was nap. You leaned into Chris's side as you felt him put his arm around your shoulders.
"why are you guys leaving?" you said as you saw them head toward the door. "We have work in the morning cupcake, but we had a fun time tonight. Happy Birthday." Anthony said as he rubbed your arm. Scarlett gave you a hug and said happy birthday as well. "Goodnight my favorite 21-year-old," Seb said as he kissed the top of your head that was resting on Chris's shoulder. You look back up at Chris with a tear running down your cheek. "Are you leaving me too?" you asked.
"Nope, don't worry about that now. Come on, I'm putting you in the guest room," he said as the two of you started to walk down the hall. "Did you have fun tonight?" Chris asked. Your eyes lit up again. "It was SOO much fun. Did you know Sebbie could SING? Cause he is really good." Right now you were in between your happy and sad drunk stage, which made conversations very hard for Chris. "I didn't but it was very fun indeed." He pushed open the door to the guest room as he help you get under the covers "it was sad when they all has to leave though." you could see your eyes getting cloudy with tears again. "I know Squish but we have to work tomorrow. But you don't need to, so you get to sleep in," he said as he pushed your hair back. You didn't come to the point of throwing up, but he put a bucket next to you and turned you on your side just in case.
"Can you promise to never leave me?" you asked Chris. He just looked at you with a sad face. He became a very important part of your life over the last couple of years of knowing him. "I can do my best sweetie," he said as he continued to stroke your hair back. You snuggled deeper into the sheets until you felt his hand move off your face. He started to head out the door before he heard a voice behind him.
"Stay, Chris?" you said as you reached out a hand, which took a lot of effort to do. He gave you a sympathetic smile that you couldn't see but you felt his hand intertwine with yours. You let out a sigh as you smiled happily. You two stayed quiet, you still weren't asleep quite yet but were on the verge of falling. "Thank you Chris for the best birthday ever," you said as you finally slipped into dreamland. "Happy birthday Y/n" Chris smiled proudly at you. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before retreating back to his own room.
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you found me
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pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader
summary: as the multiverse is in peril, peter promises he will find you after strange's spell is cast. but how can peter remind you of who you are and what you mean to him?
warnings: angst but then fluff!
words: 1.4k
a/n: so, I just rewatched no way home and had this idea, which was so much fun to write! also, I just couldn't help but imagine the whole "I will always find you" line from the show once upon a time. that was my middle/early high school obsession lol. anyways, enjoy and please let me know what you think!
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The wind whipped around him, and the adrenaline pumped through his system at rapid speed. Peter knew he had only minutes, but he couldn't help but take in the sight of Ned, MJ and - most importantly - you one last time.
"Listen, you're all about to forget who I am." Peter spoke. "Strange agreed to cast this spell to end all of this."
"What? No!" Ned and MJ shouted as you simply stared at Peter with tears in your eyes.
If the entire multiverse wasn't on the line, Peter would have broken at the look you gave him. But this was for the people he loved, for you. He had to make this sacrifice to keep everyone safe.
"But you'll find us." you finally spoke up, voice shaky yet confident. "You're going to find me, and then we'll figure it out. Together."
Peter couldn't help but smile. Even with all that had happened, you still had immense faith in him. He swore to himself he would find the three of you and make it all right again.
"Yes, I'll find you." he vowed, taking you in his arms. "I got you to fall for me once, I can do it again." he chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours one last time.
You revealed in the gesture, unbothered by how selfish you were being with Peter's time. After a few moments, you pulled back and quickly worked to unclasp the necklace that sat against your neck.
Hurriedly, you passed the item into Peter's hand and shut his fingers around it. "I know you will. And then you can give me this." you told him, cupping his face and savoring one last kiss.
Peter was the first to pull away, committing the last smile you would give him as more than a stranger to memory. This would not be the last time he held you in his arms. It couldn't be.
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Days morphed into weeks, and weeks into months. Peter was well and truly on his own in New York like he never existed in the first place. That first week he holed up in his new apartment, mourning the loss of his life - of you.
But when the self-pity subsided, Peter marched down the busy streets and checked all your frequent spots until he finally found you one day. The sun framed your figure like a spotlight, and Peter felt as though the breath had been stolen from him. It was like falling in love all over again.
Your melodic laughter rang out of the coffee shop, face scrunched up over a joke MJ shared with you and Ned. The scene tugged at his heart, and suddenly, fear washed over Peter. He looked down to his hands and gripped your necklace even tighter.
It had been a present he gifted you on your first birthday the two of you celebrated as a couple. It was a small, dainty necklace he had laughed at when he first saw it. You had found out early on that Peter Parker was Spiderman, and so the silver spider quickly became a prized possession for you. Often times it was slipped underneath your clothing to tamp down any suspicion, but it was always on you, claiming it was a good luck charm for the both of you.
Looking down at his closed fist and back up to you, Peter was suddenly seized with fear. What if you never remembered him? Or worse, what if you remembered him and didn't want to be with him anymore?
He watched you for a few more moments and saw how carefree you looked. Could he really subject you to all the chaos and danger his life entailed all over again? He vowed he would find you and make you remember, but he had also promised himself to also protect you. Maybe this was how that happened.
Without another glance, Peter turned on his heel and dashed out the door. Clueless to the fact that you caught a fleeting glimpse of him as he ran away, curious and left with an empty feel afterwards.
Over the next three weeks, Peter continued to see you from afar at the coffee shop you frequented. Each time, he ached to be near you, but held back from approaching. He just had to know you were okay, remind himself that he was making the right choice.
What Peter hadn't taken into account was the chance that you would notice - and be interested in - him. It was during the fourth week that you finally approached Peter's table as he poured over his study materials, looking down at him rather nervously.
"Hi." you began softly. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I've seen you around here recently. You look so familiar. Have we met?"
Here it was, he thought as his heart beat rapidly. Peter's chance to explain everything and make you remember him. But as he opened his mouth, it seemed his mind had a different plan.
"N-no. I don't think so." he said. Your shoulders sagged at his words, sparking something within Peter. Even now, he never wanted to be the source of your disappointment. "But, uh, I'm Peter. Peter Parker." he introduced.
You offered a dazzling smile, sticking your hand out. "Hi, Peter, it's nice to meet you. I'm y/n." you introduced, taking the seat across from him.
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Peter swore he fell for your twice as hard this time around. The two of you talked for hours that first day at the coffee house. Of course, he feigned innocence and pretended not to know the answers to all the questions he asked. But, regardless, it felt so wonderful to be near and to talk to you again.
It became a regular occurrence for the two of you to meet at the coffee shop, but your exchanges quickly expanded outside of the shop's walls. Each time he saw you, Peter tried to gauge if there was any spark to demonstrate you remembered him and your lives together, but each time he was disappointed. Never in you. In himself over the entire situation.
Soon enough, Peter had invited you over to his apartment when the weather derailed your plans of a stroll around the park. You happily accepted, wanting to know more about the man who had quickly become such an important part of your life. He led you into the studio apartment and left you to explore for a minute while he ran to grab a glass of water in the kitchen.
Glancing around Peter's apartment, you noticed how little decoration or personalization there was. No pictures on his dresser or posters on the walls, only a few post-it notes scattered here and there. The one thing that did catch your eye, however, was a flash of a silver necklace that laid delicately on the dresser.
Peter hardly seemed like the jewelry type and so you stepped forward to inspect it further. Slowly, you reached out your hand and threaded the cool metal chain between your fingers, the pendant hanging in the air. A small laugh left your lips as you noticed the necklace was of spider silhouette.
There was something that struck you about the necklace. It was so familiar, almost as if it were out of a dream. Somewhere deep inside, there was an urge to put on the necklace, but before you could, you heard Peter's footsteps behind you.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Peter." you apologized, quickly setting the necklace back where you found it. "I shouldn't have been snooping, I just couldn't help myself."
Peter stared at you, eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. "I-I, no, it's okay." he stuttered out, swallowing harshly. "Uh, it belongs to a real important person in my life." he added, lamely gesturing to the necklace.
"It's beautiful." you admitted, still unsure if Peter was angry or not.
To your surprise, Peter reached around you to pick the necklace back up. He glanced down at the jewelry, before holding it up and gestured to you. Without hesitation, you nodded and turned so that your back faced Peter.
He stepped up behind you and immediately you could feel his warm breath fan against your neck as your breath hitched. He lifted the necklace and let the chain and pendant fall against your skin before he clasped it shut. You reached down and held the spider pendant in your hand, gasping as another rush of recognition ran through you.
Turning around, you looked at Peter who snapped out of his trance zoned in on the necklace. His eyes met yours and there was something behind them you could almost put your finger on. Both of you took a step closer to each other and Peter reached out to gently cup your cheek.
"Just, trust me." he whispered, leaning towards you to mold his lips against yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut, instantly, and you leaned into Peter's chest and the warmth of his chapped lips. Your hands threaded in his hair at the nape of your neck, sighing into the kiss.
Slowly pulling away, your eyes remained closed for just a moment longer. Then, as if suddenly breathing in new life, you gasped loudly and opened your eyes. "Peter." you whispered, gripping tightly to his shirt. "You found me."
Peter made no attempt to stop the tears that fell down his cheeks as he held you close to him, pressing soft, quick kisses all over your face. "I will always find you."
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Midgard Mischief: An Evening in New York
Pairing: Loki x gn!reader
Words: 1,831
Warnings/Content: Fluff. Loki and reader are both Avengers, soft, protective Loki, kissing, mention of other mcu characters (say hello!)
Summary: Loki's first trip to the Earth realm. You take him for an evening out in New York where his protective instincts surface.
A/n: alr first of all let's appreciate this beautiful candid picture of tom. he's so beautiful i can't. i just. can't. this is one of my favourite pictures of him.
Also I needed some suggestions. I'm thinking of writing a series (or more like, parts) ─── 'Midgard Mischief' where the reader & loki visit different places on earth, like they do in this fic. There will be different plots, not connected to each other. How is the idea & if you like it can you suggest some places (countries, famous tourists attractions, random places, anything! ANYTHING!) if possible? It would be a great help! Dms are always welcome !
After a long wait of six months, your boyfriend Loki was finally in Midgard. For the first time. Last time you met him, Thor had invited you to Asgard to fight some dark elves and their leader, Malekith. That’s when you fell in love with his brother, the charming god of mischief.
Today you decided to take Loki out with you and show him around your city like he had when you came to Asgard. But for Loki, it was more like a challenge, almost scary, to face everything in the realm.
The air of Midgard was thick with unfamiliarity— every sound and sight was alien to Loki as he traversed the bustling streets of New York City. His blue eyes darted through the tall skyscrapers, the throngs of people, and the cacophony of noises that assaulted his senses. Layers of confusion built in his mind whenever he saw the bizarre blend of technology and…magic? Is that what it is?
“Images and sounds transmitted through a glowing box? It's like watching a vivid dream unfold before my eyes, except I'm certain no magic was involved. Or was it?” He asks you while you both were passing an electronic shop with many televisions of different sizes on display. “Humans can’t do magic, Loki. I told you before.” You respond with a smile, finding the confused expression on his face too cute.
You were excited for him to be introduced to these things. Things that you used to find normal were a whole new concept to him, and you loved it when he used to listen to you so carefully— the innocent baby-like expression on the almighty god of mischief.
Loki was never one to admit fear. The unfamiliarity of the mortal realm, coupled with the constant possibility of unforeseen dangers, stirred a sense of unease within him. He always had thought mortals were one of the weaker species in all of the nine realms because of shorter life and no knowledge of magic, yet when seen closely, they were a beautiful yet a scary kind. Able to progress so much in a little span of time was fascinating yet frightening at how much these mortals can progress out of curiosity, if given the resources.
Yet, he knew he had to conquer his apprehensions to savor every moment with you, determined to make the most of your time together despite the lurking fear of losing you amidst the chaos of the place.
You take him to Times Square, as what better place could it be for a newcomer to visit?
As you two approach the iconic location, vibrant lights and towering billboards illuminated the night sky, casting a kaleidoscope of colors upon the bustling crowds. Loki’s grip on your hand tightens. So many people. Mortals. Unknown mortals. What if you get lost here? What if someone just grabs you away from him? What if he loses the grip on your hand and gets lost and never finds his way back to you?
You smile at Loki’s reaction, thinking he’s just flabbergasted with the scene. "Welcome to Times Square, Loki. This is one of the busiest and most dazzling places on Earth." Loki looks at you and his face softens and glances back at the buildings. "It seems mortals have a penchant for excess.” You chuckle. “Hm…you could say that. But it’s certainly captivating isn’t it?”
“It’s quite…different from Asgard.” He says with a tinge of fascination as well as skepticism. You snicker and nudge him playfully. “Well, that’s the beauty. It’s diverse, chaotic and endlessly surprising.”
You both continue to move along the street, with you leading Loki through the multitude of people. You notice he was holding on to the helm of your top tightly as you move through a narrow space and turn your head and give him an assured smile. “You’re not gonna get lost, Loki.” He huffs, a tinge of red on his cheeks as you point that out. “But you can."
“Come on, I know this place well.”
He rolls his eyes and looks at you. “The place is too crowded, one glance away and you’ll be gone. And let’s not pretend there are no other dangers as well.”
You raise an eyebrow. “What other dangers?”
Just then, a speedy car whizzes by, its blaring horn causing Loki to instinctively pull you closer to him, shielding you from the potential danger. His heart races for a moment, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he realises the precariousness of mortal life in such bustling environments.
"That," he says, his voice low with concern, "is one of them."
You take a breath, still holding on to him tightly after what happened. “That was close.” He looks down at you, stroking the back of your head and looking at you with concern. “See, I told you. How you managed to survive all this time here is beyond my understanding.”
You chuckle. “I’m fine, Loki, and this incident was just a matter of chance.” You lean in and place a comforting peck on his cheek. He scoffs, cheeks red, but not taking in your point.
“Just take care of yourself, that's what I want…” He mumbles, takes your hand, and walks forward with you.
As you continue your stroll through the vibrant streets of Times Square, Loki's protective instincts seemed to have heightened after the car episode. He was keeping a watchful eye on your surroundings, his grip on your hand never loosening.
Suddenly, a street performer dressed as a superhero approaches, causing Loki to tense up. He positions himself between you and the performer, eyeing him warily as if he were ready to defend you from any potential threat.
You can't help but snicker at his overprotective nature, finding it endearing how he's so quick to jump to your defence.
“Easy there, sweetie.” You chuckle, gently tugging on his arm to calm him down. “He’s just a harmless street performer.”
Loki relaxes slightly, but his guard doesn't falter. He shoots the performer a distrustful look before turning his attention back to you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he realises his overreaction.
"Sorry," he mutters sheepishly, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I just don't want anything to happen to you. You’re too precious."
You smile reassuringly, squeezing his hand affectionately. "I know, Loki. But you don't have to worry. I'm safe with you." His face softens and he leans in to place a kiss on your forehead.
Just then, you realise that maybe the hustling roads of Times Square might not be a place of interest for Loki. You hold his hand and start to pull him along with you.
“Where to, my darling?” he asks.
“A museum.”
As you step into the cool, quiet space, Loki's tense shoulders begin to relax, and he takes in the sight of the ancient artifacts and priceless artworks with a sense of wonder.
You guide Loki through the museum, stopping at various exhibits to admire the intricacies of each piece. His eyes light up as he marvels at the craftsmanship of ancient weapons, the delicate beauty of sculptures, and the vibrant colours of centuries-old paintings.
"Impressive," he murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice. "It seems mortals have a talent for capturing beauty."
As you both wandered through the halls, Loki's curiosity was piqued by a particularly striking painting depicting a scene from Norse mythology. He studied it intently, a flicker of recognition crossing his features before he masked it with a smirk.
"Ah, a tribute to my exploits," Loki remarked, his tone laced with amusement. "It seems I've made quite the impression on your kind." You chuckle. “You’re unforgettable, that’s why.” He smirks, then continues reading through the information provided below the exhibits. He liked it here, it was calm, and not many people were visiting at this hour, allowing him to soften his guard a bit.
“You know,” you say with a light smile playing on your face, your voice echoing through the empty hall, “I always had this fantasy to kiss my boyfriend in a museum.”
Loki turns, a grin on his face as he approaches you. “Is that true, darling? And why a museum?”
You blush and look away. “They just used to show it in the movies a lot…” You murmur.
With you talking about movies all the time, he knew what you meant. He cups your cheeks and turns your face back to him. “So I should fulfill the wishes of my beloved like a good lover, shall I not?”
He takes your hand and pulls you into a corner, tugging your hair behind the ear. You attempt to cup his cheeks, but he takes your hands and gently holds on to them, then reaches out to caress your lower lip softly with his thumb.
“Thank you for bringing me here…” he says in a low voice, then lets go of your hands and leans in to meet your lips.
When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed with desire, Loki gazes into your eyes with a look of adoration and longing. "I never knew a museum could be so…stimulating," he murmurs, his voice husky with eagerness.
You laugh softly, pressing another lingering kiss to his lips. "Well, now you know," you whisper.
x ────
On the following day:
“Jarvis, read the morning news for me.” Tony calls out while walking in the living room of the Avengers compound.
"Sure, sir,” Jarvis says, reading out the heading, ‘Museum Security Footage Captures Romantic Encounter: Mystery Couple Caught in Kiss.'
“In an unexpected turn of events, the security cameras at the renowned Museum of Art and History, New York, have captured a heartwarming moment between two individuals. The footage, obtained by museum authorities during a routine review of surveillance tapes, reveals a tender exchange between two individuals amidst the quiet halls of the museum.
The couple, whose identities remain unknown, can be seen sharing a passionate kiss in a secluded corner of the museum, seemingly unaware of the camera's presence. The footage, which has since gone viral on social media, has sparked speculation and curiosity among museum visitors and online spectators alike.
‘We are currently reviewing the footage and working closely with local law enforcement to identify the individuals involved,’ stated museum director Dr. Rebecca Thompson. ‘While we encourage visitors to appreciate the art and history within our walls, we must also ensure the safety and security of our premises at all times.’ " Jarvis finishes reading.
Tony, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Ugh, seriously? We’re making out in museums now? Can't people save that for the privacy of their own homes? And here I thought Loki was the only one causing mischief around here…" He shakes his head, a look of mock disgust on his face, before turning his attention back to whatever project he has been working on.
Jarvis, in his usual composed tone after running his data on the museum pictures, "Actually, sir-"
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IT’S MTV, YOU JUST GOT SLIMED!
— ALEX TURNER
pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader
summary: y/n y/l/n graciously accepted her well deserved award from mtv, but little did she know that she was going to get slimed in the process.
warning: nothing but teeth-rotting fluff, humor, laughter and prankster!alex. this is chapter is based and inspired from scarlett johansson’s generation award at the mtv in 2021.
word count: 1,4k | ( gif not mine! )
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... [Y/N] HELD THE MTV AWARD WITH BOTH OF HER HANDS, EYES LOOKING AT HERSELF FROM THE COMPUTER THAT WAS PLACED IN FRONT OF HER. She held a graceful smile on her delicate features as she sat crossed legged, waiting for the screen to load. She quietly mumbled what she was gonna say, completely oblivious of Alex standing at the end of room with a devilish smile plastered onto his face.
Since she couldn’t attend the awards and be there physically, she was given the opportunity to make a video due to filming overseas. She was currently joining Alex on tour, having a few weeks off before she was going back to filming her new movie. She was sat beside Matt’s daughter, Amelia, who had all of her art supplies sprawled onto the table.
“Auntie, is that real popcorn?” Amelia asked her, turning her head toward [Y/N] with a curious look.
Her question earned a lot of laughs, including the actress who softly laughed at the little girl. She ruffled her hair before squeezing her cheeks. “No, but I wish it was. Golden popcorn sounds delicious, doesn’t it, bug?” She replied back with a grin, making the little girl giggle as she went back to her drawing.
[Y/N]’s gaze averted away from the little girl toward her computer screen. Her heart fluttered, along with a swarm of butterflies erupting inside her stomach as the screen showed the live broadcast of the MTV Awards. She cleared her throat and fixed her hair, watching the countdown on the screen.
“While [Y/N] [Y/L/N] couldn’t be here with us physically, she’s here live with us right now to receive the award! Everyone, give it up for our favorite Marvel superhero, [Y/N]!” The host announced, and the actress smiled as she heard the crowd cheer from the computer screen.
[Y/N]’s smile widened, using her other hand to wave at the screen. “Thank you all so so much for voting! It marks almost 10 years of being apart of the MCU franchise, and having your love and support means the world to me!” She said with another bright smile as she held the heavy award tightly into her hands.
“Winning Best Actress two years in a row is something that I’m very honored and proud of, and I will continue to work hard and aiming for the best!” She continued as her eyes were glued to the screen, not being aware of Alex almost tip toeing behind her with a bowl of green slime placed into his calloused hands.
[Y/N] continued with her speech, being too focused to not notice everyone around her holding their breath as they watched Alex sauntering toward her with a grin.
Amelia noticed him and was about to say something, but stopped once she saw him placing a finger to his lips. She glued her mouth shut by placing her hands on her mouth. Her muffled giggles earned [Y/N]’s attention for a brief second, but she didn’t let that disturb her and went back with her speech.
Katie grimaced, sitting beside Jamie as the couple watched the spectacle in front of them. “He’s not gonna do it, right?” She whispered, looking at her husband with a look.
Jamie pressed his lips together to stifle back a laugh. He quietly snickered and nodded his head. “Oh, yes. Just watch.”
[Y/N] felt a presence standing beside her, but she ignored it as she was about to finish with her heartfelt speech to her fans. “Lastly, I wanna thank my wonderful cast members, and—“ she managed to say before her speech was interrupted by her audible gasp.
Nick and Miles doubled with laughter as they watched Alex pouring green slime on her. Amelia shrieked with laughter and grimaced, watching the ooze smearing down her face.
[Y/N] felt a sticky, cold and thick matter being poured on her head. She let the award hit her lap with a small yelp, feeling the heavy liquid trickling down her neck and she whirled her head to her husband.
“Alex, what the heck?!” She loudly chided. Her mouth bit back a curse word, noticing Amelia being in the room with them. She closed her mouth and furiously wiped off the slime from her face.
Alex, who was grinning like a child, inched closer to the screen, waving at the live broadcast before turning his attention to his wife. “It’s MTV, you just got slimed!”
Jamie face-palmed with a laugh, leaning his body against Katie, who was a mess from laughing. “Oh, Alex.”
The actress gagged and spit out the slime from her mouth before looking at him with an annoyed look. “That’s Nickelodeon!” She growled, trying to brush off the sticky texture out from her shirt but failing.
Alex looked back and forth from his wife and to the bowl that was placed into his hands. His face faltered for a moment and hummed as he realized. “Oh.”
His response earned another loud session of laughter. Matt and Breana captured the scene with their phones. Jamie and Katie were almost falling off the couch from laughing. Nick and Miles pointed their finger to the lead vocalist with a loud cackle, dying at his response.
[Y/N] was fuming and she mumbled incoherent things as she used her sleeve to remove the slime. She looked at the camera, giving them a tip-lipped smile. She heard the crowd going crazy at Alex’s appearance and she chuckled. Crimson danced across her cheeks and she felt blood rush through her ears, forgetting that they were live. “Well, this is gonna be all they’re gonna talk about on Twitter.” She told her viewers, waving to the camera before closing her computer.
[Y/N] felt him inch closer and she swatted his hands away at his attempt to remove the slime from her hair. “Don’t—Don’t touch me, Alexander.” She said in a stern voice, taking the towel away from his hands.
Amelia stood up from her seat and rushed over to her and grabbed the towel to clean her face. “Let me, Auntie!”
[Y/N]’s face softened at the little girl, closing her eyes as she let her do the work. She gently squeezed her hand, “Thank you, bug.”
Alex stifled back a laugh and nodded his head. He was trying so hard not to crack, and as much as he tried to hold it in he couldn’t. His chest vibrated from laughter and he slapped his knees before collapsing on the couch beside her.
[Y/N] rolled her eyes, her lips curving upwards unknowingly at the sound of his laughter. She opened her eyes, meeting Amelia’s doe-eyes staring right back at her with a toothy grin, which she returned. Her gaze averted way from her toward the others, a small scowl etched onto her face watching her friends still crying and dying from laughter.
“Are you guys done?”
Miles wiped his eyes with his hand and cleared his throat, giving her an apologetic look. “Sorry, love, but you should’ve seen Alex’s face—it was memorable!” He said, his voice cracking at the end making everyone double with laughter.
Amelia was in [Y/N]’s arms and she shifted her body so that she was facing her. “You should give uncle Al a hug.” The little girl said, eyes tinted with slight playfulness and wiggling her eyebrows making the actress chuckle.
Alex’s head shot up toward Amelia, giving her a pout before quickly standing up from the couch. He let out another breathy laugh as he slowly backed away. “Oh, c’mon, Mia. Don’t give her any ideas.” He pleaded, grimacing as he watched her standing up from the couch.
“What a great idea, Amelia. Alex, honey, I forgive you. Now come here you deserve a hug.” She said with a sweet smile as she sauntered toward him with her arms wide open.
Alex cocked his head to the side, shaking his head with a deep scowl. “You know what, I think I’m good.” He brushed her off as he walked backwards and nearly tripping on his feet.
“You don’t want my hugs?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows, her lips turning into a downwards pout. She wanted to laugh at his horrified expression, watching as he used Miles as his shield.
“My hair is freshly gelled, I don’t want to ruin it. Darling, we have a show in a few—“ he excused behind Miles, who was still cackling, and bolted away mid sentence and ran to the door.
[Y/N] scoffed and sprinted toward the door. “Oh, so you’re worried about your hair?! I spend three hours on mine! You’re lucky I’m not divorcing your ass for this!” She yelled at him as she chased him.
“And I got all of this on camera!”
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Can I get MCU!peter Parker x female reader fluff where they had been dating in secret for a few months before they get caught sneaking into each other’s room at night by your choice and they finally decide to tell the avengers and just pure fluff at the end thank you 😘😘
Love, nonny 💕💕
Juice Pops
A/N: I tweaked it just a bit. Hope you like it!
Summary: You and Peter decided to keep things quiet. That is, until a certain 5 year old decided even juice pops couldn’t stop her from telling her dad about the weird things she’d heard and seen.
Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker x reader, Avengers x teen!reader, Bucky x teen!kinda-sister!reader
w/c:2700+
Warnings: PURE FLUFF, reader is an orphan, thought it’s only mentioned once. All avengers are alive. No one dies. Period.
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Peter Parker was the sweetest human being ever. He was an amazing friend too, but he was the best boyfriend.
You’d joined the avengers a little after he had, after your best friend Lila Barton had seen your sparring skills when she’d come to watch one day. One thing led to another and you’d become the youngest agent on the team. When you and Peter met, you’d hit it off immediately.
Currently you were seated in your room in the tower, struggling with calculus when said boy scrambled through your window.
“Baby you have no idea what happened today,” he started, dropping his bag on the bed, pulling off his mask, full of excitement. You stopped, getting up and turning to him as he wrapped his hands around your waist, your own resting on his shoulders. “Yeah? What’d I miss?” you asked, a goofy smile on your face.
“I got an old lady a taco for free, courtesy of the suit,” he grinned.
You laughed, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder. He smelled like a tree. His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer to his chest, as if that was even possible.
“I missed you,” he whispered, one hand resting on your head, as the other wrapped itself around your torso.
“Me too, spidey,” you responded, lips sending a wave of goosebumps over his skin, as you placed a soft kiss on his neck.
You both went to different schools, which meant you only saw each other at the tower. However, no one else knew about the relationship, because you were afraid of their reactions.
Except Ned. And Lila.
Which meant that you had to keep things subtle.
Which also meant you weren’t supposed to cast loving glances or wink at each other.
You weren’t supposed to. But what else were Ned and Lila around for?
Peter pulled away slightly, just so that he could see your face, your bodies still flush against each other’s. He cupped your jaw, kissing your forehead first, before his lips met yours. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging slightly. He moaned, grabbing your lower lip with his teeth, tugging slightly, his hands sliding down the curve of your body, down till your hip, before squeezing it lightly.
You both pulled away after a few minutes, gasping for air, lips swollen and cheeks red. Just as you were about to reconnect, you heard a knock on your door. Both of your eyes widened in panic, before Peter quickly dived under your bed, relying on the shadows to hide him.
You straightened yourself out before quickly opening the door, to find a very amused looking Bucky staring back at you. “Y’alright kid?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. You tried to move slightly, trying to cover your bed as much as possible.
“Yup! Perfectly, perfectly fine,” you said, hoping he hadn’t heard anything. He nodded, that damn smirk never leaving his face. “Alright then, dinner’s ready,” he told you, peeking past you into your room, before turning around and leaving.
You quickly spun around shutting the door and leaning against it. Peter crawled out from under the bed, dusting himself off before giving you a panicked look. You shook your head, “Even if he heard, he won’t spill the beans.” you assured him.
Bucky had quickly become like an older brother to you, taking you under his wing when they all found out you didn’t have any parents. He’d done everything for you, from showing you the ropes of handling yourself on the field, to trying (and failing) to help you with homework. He’d even threatened a few boys that had been after you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew, but were confident he wouldn’t tell. However, he and Peter never seemed to get along, so it did seem off that he hadn’t lectured you about it yet.
Maybe he didn’t know as much as you thought. Or maybe he suspected it was someone else.
It was definitely the second one. You knew how much Bucky disliked Peter, and he probably trusted that you wouldn't date him.
You felt the teensiest bit guilty.
“I should get down to dinner,” you said, walking up to your boyfriend. He nodded, the disappointment on his face evident. “I’m sorry. You should go home for dinner too. Come back after, yeah?” you asked, holding his face in your hands. He nodded again, “Yeah, I’ll do that.”
He pressed his lips to yours once more, before grabbing his bag and jumping out the window. You ran over, watching as he swung away into the night, before closing, and pulling the blinds, then making your way downstairs.
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“Princessa, please explain to my sister that she is absolutely wrong,” Pietro pleaded, pointing to Wanda with his fork.
“I am not! N/n tell him that he’s the one who’s wrong,” Wanda replied, staring angrily at her brother.
They were talking about Wanda’s cooking.
Pietro hated it.
The team was divided, exactly half supporting one of the siblings each, so naturally Pietro looked to you for help.
You held your hands up in defense, “Don’t ask me. I need food. As long as I get it, I’m not judging,” you laughed, shaking your head.
“But if you had to choose?” Pietro asked, waving his fork around.
You pretended to ponder your choices for a minute, before shrugging, “If I had to,” you dragged, looking between the both of them before your eyes settled on Wanda. Her face lit up - “it’d be Pietro,” you said, raising your hand as he gave you a high-five. Wanda frowned, “I should’ve known. Of course you’d support him! I’m not helping you with homework anymore!”
You stared at her, mouth agape. “Don’t bring my homework into this,” you warned, waving your fork in her face. She just shrugged before continuing to eat.
The entire table erupted in laughter, Wanda and yourself included.
After eating, you quickly ran up to your room, finding Peter already waiting on your bed.
“You’re lucky no one else can open this door without my permission,” you told him, climbing in next to him. He pulled you into his chest, a hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist. You sighed, letting yourself relax.
He ran a hand through your hair, “How was your day?” he asked quietly.
You hummed, “It was good. Calculus sucks though.”
You felt the vibrations of his laughter in his chest, “Yeah, it’s a tough one.”
You felt yourself slipping into a slumber, soft lips against your forehead.
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“Ms.L/N, Ms.Stark wants entry into your room,” FRIDAY announced, your eyes snapping open.
You groaned, “Let her in.”
The little girl walked into your room as the door opened, bare feet against the cold morning tile.
She paused a few feet away from your bed as you sat up stretching, “What’s up Mickey?” you asked. The nickname coming from her obsession with Mickey Mouse.
“Why is Petey in your bed?”
Your eyes widened in shock, head spinning around to find Peter asleep in your bed.
Oh shit.
“Uhhh,” you had to think fast, “He was helping me with uh-with- with homework and he - um- he got tired - and he- he just fell a-asleep here. Yeah.” you said nodding, satisfied with your answer. How suspicious could a 5-year old be?
But that’s when Peter woke up.
He sat up stretching, wrapping his arms around you, before pressing a kiss to the side of your chest. “Good Morning, baby.”
The panic in your chest grew.
Morgan stared at you for a minute, “Why did he just call you baby then?”
Yep. You were fucked.
Peter seemed to have realized what was going on then, because he immediately backed away, back hitting the wall. You turned to glare at him, as he shot you an apologetic look.
“Okay, okay, Morgan look. You can’t tell anyone.” you said, getting off the bed to kneel in front of her.
She blinked, “It’s a secwet?”
“Yeah, yeah it’s a secret,” you said, nodding.
She put her tiny finger on her chin, tapping slowly, looking away, thinking about it.
You hated how a 5 year old was making you feel so terrified, right now.
She looked at you, the most sinister smile a kid could muster, forming on her lips. “Then, you get me all the free juice pops I want. Whenever, I want” she said.
Dammit, she was good.
You nodded. You had no choice.
She gave you a tight nod, before prancing out of the room, the actual reason she’d walked in long forgotten.
“We’re fucked,” your boyfriend said, letting out a breath of air.
“You think?!” you asked, spinning around.
He held his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t know! I literally just woke up!”
You shook your head. “Whatever. We just have to,” you waved your hands around, “give her what she wants,” you sighed.
“She’ll get sick.”
“Do YOU want to explain to Mr.Stark why you’re dating the newest recruit?” you asked, pointing to him.
He shook his head frantically.
“Yeah,” you whispered, running a hand through your hair.
“So, what now?” he asked, climbing off of your bed.
You looked at the wall clock, sighing. “Now, we have school,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
Peter nods. “See you after school?”
You nod, pulling him in for a quick kiss, before you both bid each other goodbye and he was out your window.
Today’s gonna be a long day.
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You’d managed to force Lila into coming to the tower with you, surprising Clint a little.
“You girls alright?” he asks, watching his daughter walk in with you.
“We’re fine dad, we’re gonna go study,” Lila assures him, pushing you towards the stairs.
“She just doesn’t wanna go see her boyfriend right now, Mr.Barton!” you yell, Lila hitting you immediately, eyes narrowed, “Shut up!”
You’d basically called her in as a reinforcement.
Within 5 minutes of you entering your room, Morgan made her way in.
The fear you felt for this child was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.
“Juice pop,” she declared. You sighed, getting off the bed, as Lila started snickering. You shot her a look over your shoulder as you guided Morgan towards the kitchen. Luckily, there was no one there.
You got her the flavor she wanted, and she skipped off again. You thought the worst of it was over.
Boy, were you wrong.
She came back twice before dinner.
The second time, Sam saw you give her one.
The third time, it was Steve.
“I swear if she comes back again, I’m gonna blow,” you whispered to Lila on your way down.
Peter was helping Natasha and Pepper set up the table, and you quietly joined them, trying to signal to Peter that things were going well so far. It was one of the days when he ate over at the tower, but you hoped it wouldn’t mess things up.
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Morgan decided she wanted to sit around with all of the “big people” today.
Her eyes wouldn’t leave you and Peter.
The second you finished eating, is when hell struck.
“Y/N, I want a juice pop,” she said grinning.
Oh boy.
“Morgan, you already had one,” Steve said.
“She did?” Tony asked.
“Two,” Sam said, holding up two fingers.
“What?!” Pepper asked, shocked.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
“Wrong!” Morgan giggled. Your eyes snapped to her, trying to warn her.
She held up 3 fingers. “I had thwee.”
That little-
You looked at Lila with pleading eyes, but you could tell that even she didn’t know what to do.
The panic in your chest grew, the adults talking over each other as your eyes found Peter, the same thoughts circling his mind.
We’re done for.
“Morgan, honey, who gave you those?” Tony asked.
Don't say Y/N. Don't say Y/N. Don't -
“Y/N”
Annnd she said Y/N.
All heads turned to you.
You looked at Morgan. You were still safe. As long as she didn’t-
“And if she doesn’t give me one more, I’m telling everyone her wittle secret.”
Your eyes widened, landing on a very terrified looking Peter.
“What secret? You might as well spill ‘cause you’re not getting anymore juice pops,” Tony declared, eyes narrowing as he looked at you.
Morgan shrugged, “Petey called Y/N baby,” she giggled, “and they were sleeping together.”
You wished you could make like Scott and just disappear.
“What?!” Bucky yelled.
“We weren’t having sex, I swear!” Peter blurted out.
“What’s sex?” Morgan asked.
“Not in front of the kid!” Pepper exclaimed, dragging Morgan away.
“You were sleeping on her bed?” Clint asked.
“They were just sleeping, dad!”
“Lila, you knew?!”
“FRIDAY, how come I didn’t get any reports of Peter coming in through the window or something?”
“It’s not necessarily a safety hazard, sir.”
“Yeah, well from now on it is.”
“Noted, sir”
You looked around as everyone started talking over each other. You couldn’t think, not in this noise.
“OKAY!” you yelled, silencing everyone.
You looked at Peter, “The cat’s out of the bag,” you muttered.
“Hell yeah. So, care to explain?” Buck asked. You could tell he was mad.
You let out a shaky breath, “We,” you said pointing between you and Peter, “are dating.”
The table was eerily quiet. No one said a word.
“We didn’t know how you would react. We knew some of you,” Peter paused, looking at Bucky, “wouldn’t like it very much.”
“Alright.” Steve nodded, “The three of you get out of here, the adults need to talk,” he pointed to you, Peter and Lila.
“And stay downstairs where we can see you,” Bucky ordered.
You all nodded, before slipping away quietly.
Lila tried to comfort you both, but you were still scared. You didn’t like the way Bucky had been looking at you. Almost, like he’d felt… betrayed. You knew they wouldn’t tell you to break up, but you were worried that it would weaken your relationship with Bucky.
When they called the three of you out, you could still see the fire in his eyes. And as expected, the verdict was not that bad.
“Just - keep your door open,” Tony said, tiredly rubbing his face, “and you,” he pointed to Peter, “use the goddamn front door.”
“You got that?” Steve asked.
You both nodded.
“That’s enough drama for one night, you guys should go to sleep,” Bruce said.
You looked to Peter, and he hesitantly came over, giving you a hug, his chin against your head. “We’re okay,” he whispered.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll text you,” he said, pulling away. You nodded, his eyes flickered to your lips, but you shook your head.
Not in front of everyone. Definitely not now.
He seemed to understand, and so he just quietly walked away, bidding everyone a good night.
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It was past 11pm and you still couldn’t sleep.
You were worried about Bucky being mad at you.
You got out of bed, “FRIDAY, is Bucky asleep?” you asked.
“No he isn’t, Ms. L/N. He is in his room, however”
You nodded, making your way out of your room and over to his. You knocked in his door, and it swung open after a few moments.
“Y/N?” Bucky asked, looking tired.
“Are you mad at me?” you questioned, your voice breaking slightly.
“What? No,” he said, pulling you into his room.
You both walked over to his bed, sitting down side by side.
“Why would you think that?” he asked, looking at you.
“ ‘Cause you don’t like Peter,” you said matter - of - factly.
He laughed. “You’re right, but I mean, if he’s making you happy,” he shrugged, “who am I to judge?”
“Really?”
“Yes, but," he said pointing to you, suddenly looking serious, “if he hurts you - ”
“You’ll break his neck?” you asked, grinning.
He tilted his head to the side, “I was gonna say, I’ll mess up his pretty little face but sure, you’ve got a better idea.”
“Bucky!” you gasped.
He burst out laughing again, and this time you joined in.
“Can I sleep here tonight?” you asked after a minute, making your best puppy face.
“Y/N” he groaned.
“Please! I swear I won’t pull all of the blanket off of you this time!” you said, joining your hands in a prayer-like manner.
He looked at you, clearly not trusting you.
“And I’ll never hide something from you again. I promise.”
“Deal” he said, climbing over to his side of the bed.
“That’s all it took?” you asked, laughing, and laying down next to him.
“Hey! I’m a simple man!” he said feigning shock.
You scoffed, “A simple man who hates a teenager.”
“A simple man who hates Peter Parker. There’s a difference,” he said, holding up his finger.
“Oh shut up Barnes!”
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴅ
Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader
Type: Fic
Word Count: 1.2k
Synopsis: In your embrace, Shuri reflects on how far she’s come, and how your love has helped her through it all.
Warnings: mentions of t’challa and ramonda’s death, slight angst, overall bittersweet fluff, vulnerable!shuri
A/N: this was written as me taking a break from writing the series for a bit due to some blockage. I think it’s pretty cute…we need some vulnerable!shuri in our lives. Suggested Songs: "I Gotta Find Peace of Mind" by Lauryn Hill, "Not Today" by Alessia Cara
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It’s midnight, Shuri is sure of it. She can tell by the height of which the moon hangs in the sky, how brightly it shines into her bedchambers, casting a soft white-ish blue glow into the room. It stretches as far as the the frame of her floor to ceiling windows will allow it, cutting off just as the glow covers her large bed, of which she rests in. She’s propped up against the headboard, the moon’s shine casting an ethereal glow upon her cocoa skin. She sports a simple black sleepshirt, one that belonged to her brother years ago. It used to be a dress on her, swallowing her frame, and while it’s still rather baggy on her, she’s grown into the certain pieces she’s stolen from his closet as a late teenager. They’re part of the last remaining memorabilia of her brother, T’Challa. She doesn’t cry when she wears his clothes anymore. She slips into them, allowing the faint scent of sage and teakwood to envelop her, and she remembers the good days instead.
On her right hand, a ring rests on her thumb. It was her mothers; thick and gold and as shiny as if it were made that day. It is designed to replicate the look of a braid - at least, she has always believed that to be the case - with loops and interlocking of parts of the band that follow around the circumference of it. Shuri can hear her mother’s voice now - perhaps it is her own mind conjuring up the memory of her mother lecturing her on the meaning of it, perhaps it is actually her mother speaking beyond the Ancestral Plane - and she is reminded of it’s meaning; the depiction of infiniteness in any aspect of the wearer’s discretion. In Ramonda’s case, it was made to depict the infiniteness of her love; for her family, for her people, for her country - both maiden and current.
Love, Shuri thinks; yes, her mother’s love is indeed infinite. She feels her mother’s presence in the moon - soft, regal, and calm, just as it was when she was alive.
Her hand is placed atop yours, and she smiles softly. She is having yours made at this very moment, in the traditional way it was originally created. She thought you’d like it that way. She hopes you do.
It would only be a small token of Shuri’s affections for you, but nonetheless, one with much meaning. She remembers how she was originally apprehensive when meeting you. She was apprehensive about everything back then. Yet now, you’ve secured yourself a place in her bed, and have carved yourself a place in her heart, and Shuri could no longer imagine life without you.
It was a terrifying feeling, Shuri remembers, opening up to someone once more, much less, falling in love. Romance was never intended to be a part of her story, you see. Shuri no more believed in love than she did in the Ancestral Plane, in the traditions of old. She had been married to her occupation as a scientist for the majority of her life, and even after the devastations of war and the death of her family, she never yearned for a romantic partner. And yet, you’d changed her entire perspective on the subject matter in ways even she couldn’t comprehend.
Shuri sighs as she traces your sleeping figure, commemorating your facial features to memory as she had done numerous times before, but always found herself mesmerized time and time again.
Your love was something Shuri could never comprehend. It was an equation she’d become comfortable not being able to solve. She’d come to understand that perhaps there were things in the world that didn’t need to be explained, and if it meant she could experience the love you’d provided for her for the rest of her days, then Shuri would willfully bask in her own ignorance for as long as need be.
Your love was gentle. No matter how harsh her words or standoffish nature was, the feathery touch of your affection always reeled her back into you.
Your love was deep. She felt it in her core with every kiss, becoming one with her bone marrow and spreading outwards to the rest of her body.
Your love was healing. Shuri had believed herself to be broken beyond repair, and yet, when you came into her life, you helped her pick up the pieces, fitting them back together. You’d cultivated the monarch into a woman who learned from her pain, using it as a guide.
Your love was peaceful. It quelled the darkness in her mind that plagued her existence. On days where it became hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to exist - your tender touch and the beat of your heart gave her peace of mind.
That’s what you are, Shuri thinks, you are my peace of mind.
A hum erupts from your lips, and a small puddle of guilt forms in Shuri’s stomach as you stir awake, believing herself to be the cause of your broken slumber. Your eyes flutter open, and the soft irises that come to meet her own absolutely melts her. It almost pushes away that guilt, and with it, the apology that is ready to spill from her lips. Feeling her gaze soften on you, a small, sleepy smile graces your lips.
“My love, you’re not supposed to be up,” You murmur, your shoulders shifting, causing the blanket covering them to slip off ever so slightly, “come here, baby.”
Shuri doesn’t even think twice about obeying your request. She’s more than happy to oblige, sliding down the mattress to match your position, facing you. Shifting onto your back, you pull Shuri’s head to rest on your chest, and she wraps her strong arms around your body, allowing the warmth of your body to penetrate her cold skin. She shudders softly, which is soon soothed by your hand caressing her back, smoothing out the fabric of her sleepshirt. She more than welcomes it.
“Thinking too much again?” You hum. Shuri feels the vibrations of your voice through your chest. She nots into your skin, nuzzling deep into the crevice of your neck, finding comfort in your warmth and your scent.
“Relax, beloved,” you whisper to her, your hand trailing up to the nape of her neck, gently caressing the blunt fuzz that was her undercut, your thumb stroking the space lovingly, “I have you. Let your mind rest.”
Shuri nods into your neck once more. It only takes three deep inhales of your scent for the monarch to feel her mind already slowing to a halt. You continue to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, as her body gradually relaxes into your hold. It takes a few minutes, but soon, Shuri stills, her heart rate leveling out as she falls into slumber, still holding you close. You are just as much of her anchor when she’s asleep as when she’s awake.
And as this nightly ritual comes to an end, with the two of you holding each other impossibly close, basking in your love underneath the moonlight, Shuri’s final thoughts before she gives in to the sleep that begs for her, is she has found her peace of mind; and her peace of mind will forever be you.
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it’s 11:33 am when you make chan an offer he can’t refuse.
๑彡 bang chan x gender neutral!reader
๑彡 slice of life!au, stranger!au — little fluff(?)
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๑彡 oh? what’s this? a kpop-related post after two months? unbelievable. (in all seriousness, i’ll try to get back to this side as soon as i get my muse back here o7 for now, please enjoy!)
๑彡 if there are any stay-mcu/iron man enthusiasts out there, this one’s for y’all *insert dancing emoji*
You were having the time of your life.
It was not your first time visiting Disney California Adventure nor Disneyland, but the excitement you felt was still as intense as the first time. Perhaps it was because there were huge gaps between your visits. Or because there was really just something in the Disney air that never failed to make you giddy.
Whatever the case was, you always looked forward to your Disney trips. And this was no different.
Since your visits were far apart, there was always something new in the parks whenever you visit again. Regardless of your attachment to the media that inspired the new attractions, you were always excited to explore the new additions.
For this visit in particular, you were extra hyped. Not only was there a new land of attractions, the area in question was also inspired by a media that you were very familiar with.
Avengers Campus.
You wouldn’t call yourself a Marvel fan — nor a Marvel Cinematic Universe fanatic. If anything, you were just someone who watched enough of their releases to develop attachments to their characters.
Most people head straight to Radiator Springs Racers once the rope dropped. But you? You were dead-set on spending your early hours exploring Avengers Campus. So you did.
Two rides in, your feet brought you back in front of the Avengers Headquarters.
And there, right in front of the Avengers’ logo on the wall, was Iron Man — taking photos with visitors.
Frankly, you had no plans on paying Disney photographers to take your photos. For one, you didn’t research how much their services were. Second, you figured you would succumb to capitalism in other ways (read: churros and Dole whip), so it’d be best if you’d only spend your money there.
Yet, still, you found yourself lining up to take photos with Iron Man.
The line wasn’t terribly long, but you knew it’d be a thirty-minute wait at least. After all, it wasn’t just a photo-op — it was also a quick meet-and-greet. Thankfully, you were in no rush, so you didn’t mind the wait.
You let your mind wander to pass time. You observed different people interact with Iron Man as their turn came and passed. You scrolled through your phone, switching applications mindlessly.
Amidst your thoughts about which continuity Disneyland’s Iron Man existed in, you caught the cast member beside you talking to another guest. "—Mr. Stark has a meeting to attend to soon, but he’d be back after."
It didn’t take you that long to piece what that in-character response must’ve meant, especially if the other guest walked away upon hearing them.
"Excuse me," you turned the cast member’s attention toward you, "can you hold my place for a second?" As an afterthought, you quickly added: "I’ll be back. I promise."
You jogged after the other guest before you could change your mind.
Really, there was absolutely no need for you to do this. As you heard the cast member say, there would be other opportunities to meet Iron Man throughout the day.
Yet, somehow, you felt strongly compelled to. Like you were supposed to.
"Excuse me," you called your fellow guest’s attention. You flashed him a small smile, "Hi."
"Hello," he greeted back after halting to hear you out. He reciprocated your gesture with one that almost blinded you, "Can I help you?"
"Are you still interested in taking a picture with Iron Man?"
"I am," he affirmed.
"Do you wanna take it with me?" You blurted out your objective for coming to him, before he could say anything else. "I mean," you backtracked as soon as you processed how strange you must’ve sounded, "I saw some people take group photos and then solo ones; so you’re up for it, we can split the cost or something."
Frankly, you didn’t exactly thought this whole thing through. You were operating on impulse. You were going with the flow — even if you weren’t exactly sure where it was leading you to.
"That’s actually not a bad idea." You didn’t even know where that proposition came from. It just spilled out your mouth without going through your brain first. Nevertheless, it seemed to have done its job. "I’d actually take you up on that, if you don’t mind."
You smiled wider, "Great!" You turned back and started leading him to where you came. "I’m [first name], by the way."
"Nice to meet you, [first name]. I’m Chan."
You and Chan waited out the rest of the line chatting. You conversed about the most trivial things — from the other attractions you were planning on visiting to your theories on how Disneyland’s Iron Man’s voice actually sounded similar to Robert Downey, Jr.’s. You even talked about how you spent the earlier part of the morning. And what you thought of what Marvel did to their cinematic characters.
By the end, when everything had been said and done, you and Chan parted ways with a way to keep in touch and a picture of each other saved in your respective camera rolls.
Albeit you were initially reluctant to succumb to another bait of capitalism, you didn’t mind the price you paid for the set of photos that included a cute candid of you and Chan with Iron Man.
(Years later, when your fates have entwined more permanently, you saw that same picture framed in Chan’s apartment. “It’s my favorite,” he told you after claiming your waist in a back hug.)
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Love "ON AIR" (E.O)
Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Lizzie have been keep your relationship a secret for the past years until the secret got revealed, ON AIR.
Warning: None, just pure fluff. I'm in the mood of writing fluff, so y'all will read more of it from me. :D
Requested: Yes by @ilovemarvel97
A/n: Hello peeps! I'm back with some more fluff with Lizzie! So, happy reading!
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"Babe, how do I look?" Lizzie walks in as she twirls a little to present you with her look for tonight's interview with Jimmy Fallon.
"Wow, darling. You look so gorgeous." Her beauty stunned you. All the wait for a few hours was worth it to see her blushing and smiling at you in that outfit.
"Really? This look, is it simple enough and not too much? What if people have negative comments about it? There will be a lot of people there, in Jimmy's show." Worried sounds in her ramble as she asks. Nervousness is written all over her face.
You grab her by her shoulders. "Sstt.. Liz, Liz. You look great and you will do amazing there. Just take a deep breath, think about a happy place or whatever that makes you happy. Also, I'll be waiting at the lounge in the building next door, I'm five minutes away from you. Okay?" You try to calm her down as you rub her upper arms up and down gently. Then you give a quick kiss on her forehead.
She nods. Your touch soothes her and takes her away from her anxiety. "I will think about you. You are my happy place." Her green eyes sparkling with comfort when she looks at you as she speaks.
"Aaw. That's sweet, Liz. So are you to me."
"Are you really okay to wait for me there, y/n? You can just come with me and wait backstage." Lizzie proposes another idea.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay. If I wait backstage, people will question it and it will draw attention, sweetie." You give her your reason as your response.
You and Lizzie have been dating secretly for a year and a half now. Lizzie isn't ready to tell the world about it since it's her first relationship with a woman. Nobody knows except family and close friends. She thinks that if the media knows, it will draw a lot of attention and too much for her social anxiety. You totally understand that. Both of you have kept it sealed pretty well that fans think that you are best friends, well…most of them.
Even though there are rumors about you and Lizzie, they don’t cause any ripples to your relationship. You both met as casts in the same movie three years ago, since then you both are inseparable.
“Alright babe, just call me when you are ready for me to pick you up. Good luck, you’ll do great! When you are on air, tell Jimmy I say Hi.” You laugh a little as you are joking. “Haha. You know that he will ask about us if I tell him that.” Lizzie rolls her eyes playfully shortly before she kisses your lips then gets out of the car.
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“Alright everybody, please welcome the woman who plays Wanda Maximoff, The Scarlet Witch, the one and only, Elizabeth Olsen! Give her applause!” Jimmy calls her name in excitement as he claps his hands. Audiences instantly stand up and cheer loudly with such hype that overlap with clapping sounds. Lizzie walks into the set and gives a cute small wave to the audience as she walks closer to where Jimmy sits. The talk show host welcomes her with a hug.
Slowly silence starts to fill the set and it’s the cue for Jimmy to talk with Lizzie. “How are you, Lizzie? Good to see you again here.”
Lizzie patches her best smile, draws a subtle deep breath. “I’m good. I’m great actually. Thank you for having me back here. Good to see you and everybody here.” The blonde glanced at the audience and it was enough to make them cheer for her once more.
“Congratulations, I heard your book was a success. They are everywhere now. My kids love them. It’s a great book.” Jimmy’s compliment makes Lizzie smile in gratitude.
“Thank you so much. I was actually excited and nervous but I’m glad that it got very fantastic responses. The whole process from beginning until the launch day was a very fun, interesting and unforgettable moment. I got a lot of support from family, friends and people who are very close to me.”
“Aww that’s really awesome. It’s always nice to know that you have somebody who always supports you.” Jimmy replies in agreement.
“Oh yeah, most definitely. I remember the first time ever I told somebody about this book idea. It was Y/n Y/L/N. She was very supportive and was there for me at every step.” Lizzie’s green eyes sparked in elation. The corner of her eyes crinkled from the wide smile she gets once you popped in her mind as speaks.
“Y/n Y/l/n? As THE Y/n, your co-star in your upcoming movie?" The man asks and looks at her with a knowing smile.
Your girlfriend laughs a little then she nods. "Yes, yes that y/n."
"Oouuh…" The audience responds in unison.
As much as Jimmy really wants to talk about Lizzie and you, he tries to focus on the next topic.
"Oh okay and speaking of your upcoming movieee… How did it go and how do you feel about it?" Jimmy pitches another question to her.
"It was a long filming with a lot of different locations, also I had to do a bunch of flying scenes so there were a lot of wires and strings involved but I'm glad that everything went great! The closer to the premier date the more excited I get. This is my third movie with y/n and it has been really fun to work and spend time with her." Lizzie looks a little nervous and she tries to calm herself down by fidgeting with her ring on her ring finger but her smile is still there. Her brain is multitasking by now between focusing on the interview and thinking about you to help her with her anxiety. Her cheeks turn a little rosie color as she continues to speak highly of you.
Jimmy looks at her and listens to every word she says. He leans a little on his desk, slowly nods at her.
“Y/n has been super sweet and lovely to me since the first time we met.”
“And you met her at the movie set like three years ago, right?”
“Yeah. Yeah. We met at the movie set. It was early in the morning and she came up to me with two cups of coffee in her hands then introduced herself to me but she said she needs my help to grab which coffee that I like so she can shake my hand.” Lizzie can’t help herself to tell the story of how you met her and a cute little laugh slipped out of her.
“So she brought two different coffees in her hands for you and introduced herself to you? Did you actually already know who she is?” Jimmy asks.
“Yeah, one of them just plain coffee and the other one with light cream and light sugar. It was really cute actually and Y-yeah. I know her. I mean, we never met before but I watch almost every movie she is in. She is a great actress.Then we talk more whenever we can on the set. We exchanged numbers. Since then we talk and text on a daily basis. Sometimes we hang out together or with our mutual friends.” Praises and her fond memories of you flows easily out of her smiling red lips.
“Sounds like both of you are really close.” Jimmy shares his thoughts after listening to her answers and some audiences say “Yes..yesss” at the same time.
“Yes, we are.” The Marvel actress admits.
“So has she met your family or maybe your twin sisters?” Jimmy asks slowly to see how she would react to it.
“Well, she met the twins at some events a few times but I think it was Christmas two years ago, which means that was like two months after we became official, I introduced her to my parents and the family.” And just like that, Jimmy’s eyes are rounded, his mouth is slightly open in shock. The audience starts to cheer right after the words “official” and the dark haired man says “Wait..wait..wait..” He politely expresses his surprise to Lizzie and raises his hands a little as his sign to ask the audience to let him talk. Meanwhile, Lizzie looks genuinely confused with what is going on right now. She keeps her smile as she looks back and forth between the host and the audience.
As soon as the crowd calms down, Jimmy proceeds with his curiosity. “Wait. Okay.. Okay. Hold on right there, Lizzie. Didn’t you say that you and Y/n became official?”
Jimmy’s question makes her realize what she just said and she takes her turn looking as shocked as he was. She covers her panic with her iconic laugh while her hand covers her mouth. She shifts her sitting position nervously. “Wait, did I say that? Oh my gosh.” She asks herself innocently and loud enough that instantly brings out laughter from Jimmy and the fans.
“You did. You did. You can’t back out now, Lizzie. Come on, spill the beans.” Jimmy still shows how thrilled he is with the accidental revelation. Little do you know, Lizzie has been thinking that she is ready to share the good news about both of you dating. She plans to tell you this weekend. So this fortuitous confession doesn't really bother her. She perhaps got caught off guard by her own serendipitous divulgence but that's all.
She lets out her soothing contagious laugh, her cheeks slowly turning crimson. “Well, uh–okay. Since the cat is out of the bag, I will answer this specific question. Yes, Y/n and I are together. We have been together for a year and a half now and we are very very happy.” She proclaimed. The blonde laughs once again even deep down her anxiety creeps up slowly but the audience’s exhilarated reaction gives her the reassurance she needs, that people are okay with the news.
She fiddles with her ring again to quickly remind her of you and your smile.
“Wow! This is really unexpected and great news! I meant, all of us have been wondering about you and y/n. Dating or just friends. But we are happy that you are happy.” Jimmy expressed.
“Thank you. I’m sure if Y/n is here now, she will be all laughing because I accidentally spilled the tea.” Lizzie joked followed by her giggle.
“Well, where is she now?" Jimmy questions as he looks around and checks if you are around or backstage. “She is actually waiting for me at the lounge next door.” she stated.
“Oh! She’s five minutes away. I got an idea! Can we call her from here and ask her a question or two? Can we do that?” Jimmy looks at the actress then his gaze moves to the producer to ask both of them for their approval.
He gets the green light from the producer. “What do you say, Lizzie? Is she gonna get upset with our surprise?” He waits for her answer.
“Oh, she won’t get mad. It takes a lot for her to get upset and that’s what I adore from her so much. She will find it funny. So yeah, I can call her.” Lizzie confirms. “Okay, uh everybody needs to keep quiet so she can talk to her. Go ahead, Liz. Whenever you are ready.” Jimmy tries to hold his laugh after he requests some silence. With that, everybody went hushed.
Lizzie turns on the speaker phone. The dialing tone is the only sound that fills the studio. By the third tone, your voice is made to be heard as you answer the call. “Hi love.” Lizzie’s effort to hold her laugh mixed with her nervousness, falters her words. “Liz? Hello? Are you there?” You answer her one more time to check if she is there.
“Hello babe. Y-yeah. I’m here.”
“How did it go? Do you want me to pick you up now?” Your voice sounds clear from the other end of the line. You hear her laugh and like usual and it always makes you laugh too. “What’s so funny?” You wait for her answer.
Jimmy still gives sign language to tell everybody to keep it quiet. “Uh actually, I’m not done yet. I’m still with Jimmy right now.”
“Wait, what? Hold on, I’m confused. You are with JImmy but the interview is over or still on going?” You laugh despite the confusion you have in mind. "It's still going on. He asked me to call you."
"Well, hello there y/n! How dare you keep a secret from me this whole time!" Jimmy hinted. He
starts talking to you and lets out his joke then people start to laugh and clap.
"Oh hi Jimmy! Secret? What secret?" You start to think if this is about you and Lizzie but you ask anyway.
“Uh well, babe. Actually, he already knows. I accidentally told him in the interview.” Lizzie slowly tells you what happened followed with a little laugh.
“Oh?” That was all you said then this time you laugh the hardest thinking it was actually really funny. “Yes, y/n. I know. You both are great secret keepers.” Jimmy teases in a sing-song tone..
“Well, in my defense, I’m just following what the queen wants.” You return his tease jokingly.
“Oooh, she’s your queen?”
“Yes, she is, Jimmy.” You answer and you hear people react in awe all at once.
“What do you love most about her? Things that make you fall for her.” Jimmy sneaks a question for you. “I will be very cliche but I will say, everything. Everything about her that makes me fall for her. But mostly is her smile, her laughter and her big heart. She is the sweetest and the kindest person I know.” You answer him with nothing but the truth.
Meanwhile Lizzie, as she is holding her phone, she can’t stop smiling from everything you just said. “Awww, that is so sweet.” Your girlfriend reacts to your answer as her other hand try to fan herself
“It is.. Wow, y/n y/ln, I never thought you were such a romantic person. So, back to you, Lizzie. Same questions.”
“Well, like I said earlier, I really adore her patience. I feel like she is the only person I know that will almost never get angry or upset. She is very funny and always makes me laugh. She is a great listener and a very supportive girlfriend. I love her for everything she is.” Her eyes twinkled, her cheeks blush and her heart sends direct order to her face to patch the warmest smile with the thought of you. The sound of the applause exhilarates her feelings.
“Oh my god. You two make a very cute couple. We are really really glad that we finally get the answer about what's been going on between you two for years. Once again congratulations. Lizzie, y/n, I’m gonna have to talk to my producer so we can have another interview with both of you. Lizzie, thank you for coming and Y/n thank you for answering your girlfriend’s call and talking with us here. We’ll see you both soon.”
“Thank you for having us here, Jimmy.” Lizzie responds politely. With that, she also ends the call with you and you take that as your cue that it’s time to pick her up.
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You see her talking with the makeup artist. Hearing her laughter really makes you smile. You walk closer to her back and you gently tap her shoulder. She turns around and instantly smile at you.
"Hi!" Without waiting a single second, she hugs you right away. You return her hug and give a kiss on her cheek. "Hi, love." You pull back a little to look at her gorgeous green eyes.
"Y/n, I'm so sorry. It was an accident, I was thinking about you because my anxiety started to bother me. Then I didn't realize what I was saying about us became official–" Your girlfriend rambled with rows of explanations and guilt.
"Liz, it's okay. I don't mind if people know about us. I'm just worried about you. How are you feeling after what happened? You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm happy that finally people know about us. I was actually going to tell you that I'm ready and should let the media know about us." Her soft voice made its way to your ears. You are very content to hear that your girlfriend wants people to know about your relationship. Joy bubbles up in you, warmth wraps your heart.
"Really? That's great to hear, Liz. Well, at least no more sneaking around behind the paparazzi." Both of you giggle from what you just said. You hug her once more before you say more.
"Let’s go home. Ready?" You whispered and smiled.
Lizzie's warm hand takes yours and her head nods at the same time. Both of you are ready to go, walking towards the exit. Lizzie and you know that there will be a bunch of fans and paparazzi waiting outside.
As soon as you both walk out of the building, there are quite a lot of fans cheering and calling Lizzie’s name and they are surprised that you are there too, holding hands with Lizzie. They sound a lot more excited after they see both of you.
Your girlfriend stops her steps and waves at them. Flashes from cameras keep popping like fireworks. Before both of you proceed to walk further, you hear her call your name. As soon as you turn your head, Lizzie gives a quick peck on your lips that quickly curves a smile for her. “Now, I can kiss you whenever and wherever I want.” She whispers. You can’t help yourself, let out a little laugh. Then both of you walk further to the valet service to get your car.
Although people find out about your relationship in a funny unexpected way, both of you are relieved and happy about it because both of you always wanted the world to know how much you love each other.
A/n: Welp, that's it for today, peeps! Reblog and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next fluff!
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Hi!! I have a request for a fic in the future if you want to do it. Yn is an actor, same age that Mk and Ashley. He started acting at a very young age and the Olsen twins were like the only competition he had. When the directors casted the twins and yn, he didn't know It was gonna be like hell. They were mean to him and they tried everything to be more famous than him. Years later Yn was casted as( i don't know, Vision or another one) and he met his new costar, everything in his past came back, and he was mean to her for her sisters.
Sorry, too long I think but I have this idea I think you would do a great job if you want to do it.
Wow. This is my first ever request on Tumblr. Thank you so much nonnie for thinking of me. I hope I did a good job buddy
Why Do You Hate Me
Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader
Warnings: Angst. Fluff.
18+ MINORS DNI
Y/N Y/L/N was known for his earlier roles when he was a child, especially the roles he played in the movies he starred alongside the Olsen twins. Y/N was a timid boy and just wanted to be successful, but the twins made everything a competition. Deliberately making him screw up his lines. Tripping him up whenever they had the chance, or just being plain old mean to him by saying he sucks. He won't survive in the industry.
Although, that only encouraged him to do better in his career. Landing some major roles, especially joining the MCU as Vision. Although, the moment he met one of his co-stars, everything that he thought he had forgotten had come back to him.
"Hi, I'm Elizabeth Olsen, but you can call me Lizzie." She held her hand out for him to shake.
"Hi, Elizabeth, I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He spoke coldly, shaking her hand as he looked into her eyes. Seeing how much she looked like her sisters. His blood boiling at the memories.
As the time went on, his coldness towards Lizzie started to infuriate the woman. Especially when they started to film Civil War, having more scenes together. It wasn't until during the airport scene, one of the wires that held Y/N up as he flew, snapped. Halting the shoot as he collided with the floor. Groaning in pain.
"Are you ok?" Lizzie asked him as he just glared at her, moving away from her touch.
"Don't touch me." He snarled at her.
"I'm just concerned Y/N." She told him.
"Well don't be." He snarled as he sat up as Joe came running to him.
"Are you ok Y/N." Lizzie noticed how he didn't fight when Joe rested his hand on Y/N's good shoulder, deciding to get up and leave.
"I think it's dislocated." He told him as Joe signalled for the medics.
"We'll get you sorted out buddy." He told him with a smile as he helped Y/N to his feet. "We're done for the day guys. Thank you."
Lizzie was starting to get sick of how Y/N was treating her. How he would exclude her from every one of his conversation. Scolding her everytime she forgot a line, so she had done a stupid thing, she decided to get drunk. Only then she had the courage to confront Y/N. She marched to his hotel room, banging on his door.
"Elizabeth." He spoke quizzically, his arm in a sling.
"I need to talk to you." She slurred as she poked his chest, pushing passed him inside.
"Listen, I am tired and I don't care for this conversation." He told her as he gestured to the door.
"Why do you hate me?" She asked him shakily. He watched as tears formed in her eyes.
"I don't." He told her, guiding her to his bed. "You need to sleep and we can talk about this another day." He lay her down, helping take off her shoes before he grabbed her a bottle of water. "Drink this and sleep." He told her, getting up to get the trash can before he went to the sofa. Laying down himself.
"I don't understand." Lizzie mumbled sleepily.
"Maybe when your sober we can have that conversation." He told her softly, closing his eyes as he felt a heavy guilt weighing on his shoulders. He had made her feel how her sisters made him feel when they were younger. That wasn't who he was, who he should be. He was always kind and gentle, caring and selfless, but he has been the complete opposite to someone who could be his best friend. He turned his head in her direction, hearing her snores as she slept. "I'm sorry." He whispered before he tried to sleep himself.
As the next morning came around, Lizzie stirred awake. Remembering the events of last night, groaning as she sat up. Shocked to see Y/N enter the room with a paper bag and some water.
"Here, take these and then eat." He told her before he retreated back to the sofa. As the two ate in silence, he decided to break it. "I don't hate you."
"What?" Lizzie questioned, she could see how he had been kicking himself.
"I'm not sure if you remember me from working on those project with your sisters when we were kids." He told her as she looked closer at him. "They made my life hell whenever we were on set. They would make me screw up my lines and tell me I was worthless. I wouldn't make it in the industry. All sorts of things like that. I honestly thought about quitting when they said that I was too fat for the job, but then I used their slurs and used them. I forced myself into the gym everyday, I cut out fast food and somedays I actually forgot to eat because of it." He sighed as he sat back, his gaze never faltering from Lizzie's. "I'm sorry that I took it out on you, but when you told me your name, it brought everything back."
"Y/N." Lizzie tried as he just shook his head no.
"I'm sorry Lizzie." He whispered. "I made you feel how they made me feel and I was wrong to do that."
"Hey." She got up and sat beside him. "We can start a fresh if you want. Be friends?" She asked him as he just smiled at her, nodding.
"I would like that." He whispered as she smiled widely.
"Good." She smirked. "Well, since you are now the reason none of us have work until you're healed, let's have some fun."
As the weeks turned into months, both of them became closer. Best friends even. But that wasn't entirely something that Y/N ever saw happening, especially since they lived so close to each other. They would spend time in each others houses, watching movies or cooking together.
Over time, Y/N had realised that he has developed feelings for her. Unsure of how to pursue things, unsure if she even feels the same way. So, it wasn't until the cast decided to have a small get together, and Robert's idea to do 7 minutes in heaven.
"You don't have to kiss in the closet, you could just tell each other your deepest secrets since some of us are in happy relationships." He stated, placing the bottle on the table, spinning it and it landed on Scarlett. As the game went on, it was Lizzie's turn, as she spun it, it landed in between Y/N and Evans.
"I've already been." Chris smirked as he nudged Y/N's shoulder. Y/N nodded shyly as he stood up, following behind Lizzie and Robert.
"Remember, seven minutes guys." He told them before he closed the door on them. The closet was only illuminated by a dull light as the two were practically stood toe to toe.
"So." Y/N started shyly.
"We can kiss or you can tell me your deepest secret." She smirked as he choked on air. "One that no on knows."
"I feel like either way, you will find out a secret." He snickered shyly.
"So which is it?" She asked as she stepped closer. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before cupping her cheek. Gazing into her eyes.
"This is going to change a lot Elizabeth." He whispered as he leaned closer. Lizzie's breath was quickening at feel of his breath on her face. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes on his breath.
"I don't care." She whispered before he closed the gap. Kissing her with urgency, she gripped onto his collar before her hands went to his neck. His to her hips as he pushed her against the opposite wall. Her leg wrapping around his waist as their tongues danced together. His hand moving up her thigh to her ass, squeezing it and causing her to grind against his crotch. The two moaning and panting as he moved his kisses to her neck, sucking and biting softly as she continued to grind.
"Time's up!" They heard Robert bang on the door. The two pulled apart with dialated pupils before fixing themselves. Making sure they don't look like they were about to have sex in their friend's closet.
Lizzie grabbed Y/N's hand as she left the closet. Pushing him to sit down before getting on his lap. Smirking as the two continued the evening with their friends. Anticipating what the future has in store for the two.
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Chapter 8: Anything? Anything...
prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader
Edited by: @welcometostayingawake
Mood Boards - Book Cover - Masterlist
Chapter Summary:
You and Steven spend a weekend together doing exactly what you'd expect.
Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):
college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.
Word Count: 5k
Steven was up before you, face beaming at the memories of your evening together. Once he was done caring for you, afterall he was the one who tore you open, the two of you curled up together on the couch with a bad movie. After you’d fallen asleep on him, he carried you all the way to the bed, somehow managing to keep you asleep, placing you down gently before crawling under the covers next to you.
Wanting to surprise you, he didn’t even know if you liked pancakes, but he was making them anyway. That’s when he felt Marc again, just seconds before seeing his reflection in a pot that hung from a hook above the stove. Marc was glaring at him in the warped silver while Steven continued ignoring his existence.
“You happy now, Steven? You ruined this poor girl’s life. It’s going to be even harder for her to move on when you break up with her.” He said, his Chicago accent becoming more apparent the more aggravated he became.
Steven hummed a nonexistent tune while gathering ingredients for the pancakes, pretending he didn’t hear Marc. He had no intention of ever breaking things off with you. As long as you two kept things quiet, Steven saw no reason to, until you graduated and it went public.
“It’s fine, you don’t have to respond. I know you can hear me.” Steven caught Marc looking back at him in the mirror on the fridge when he went over to grab the almond milk. “At least if you did it before you slept with her it would’ve been less messy. When she wakes up, you need to tell her to leave.”
“Not gonna happen, mate.”
You stirred, feeling the softness of the sheets beneath you. You stretched your arm out and noticed the distinct lack of Steven on your right. He’d fallen asleep with you…where was he now? His voice rang through the apartment,speaking in a hushed but angry tone. You furrowed your brow, wondering who he could be talking to. You’d never heard him sound so upset. You cautiously stood and made your way to the kitchen.
“I’m not going to say it again, it’s my life, you stay out of–”
“Steven?”
“Love! Hi! G’mornin’!”
He hadn’t heard you walk up, and wondered immediately how long you’d been standing there. What was he going to tell you? He couldn’t tell you about Marc’s condition, he planned never to tell you about it. Steven wasn’t one for lying, but as long as they kept their promise, there was no reason for him to tell you about them.
He was standing there shirtless with a whisk in his hand and you couldn’t keep your eyes off his broad chest. It was only 8:30am and you already felt yourself getting excited. It was like Steven had cast a spell on you, one that made you nearly forget everything you knew every time you saw him. You shook the thoughts from your mind, remembering that you’d just heard him talking to himself in the kitchen.
“Who were you talking to?”
“Oh, erm, that was my…” Steven racked his brain to figure out what to say, “my brother.”
“You have a brother?” You shuffled along the hardwood floor to seat yourself at the kitchen table.
Steven shrugged and nodded a quick mhmm
He walked over and kissed your forehead, placing a hot cup of coffee in front of you. When you sipped it, you were reminded of just how thoughtful he was. He remembered how you liked it from the coffee shop and had clearly tried to replicate it. It wasn’t exact, you were sure Steven was missing an ingredient or two, but it was clear that he made an effort.
“Thank you so much, that was really thoughtful of you.” You said, taking another sip.
“Of course, love.” He went back to the pancakes.
“Didn’t know you had a brother. Are you two arguing?”
“I’ve got two lousy brothers and…we don’t always see eye to eye.” Steven glared at his reflection in the hanging pot while he flipped a pancake. “Don’t really like talking about them love, I’d rather talk about you.” He turned to you, “how are you feeling?”
“Oh, I’m feeling alright, still sore but, heh, I’ll get over it. Um…is it weird that I’m already excited about the next time? Even though it hurts?” Your eyes were trained on your coffee, avoiding Steven’s unnerving gaze.
He couldn’t believe his ears. Excited for the next time? You wanted more? As though you willed it with your mind, he felt a nagging arousal start to threaten the seam of his sweats. Steven was slack jawed when he shook his head in response to your innocent question. You looked back up at him through your lashes. His cheeks were turning a shade of crimson while he stammered over his words.
“N-no love, s’not weird at all. We can…we can go again any time you like.”
“Steven, the pancakes!” You shouted suddenly, noticing smoke billowing up out of the pan.
“Oh bollocks!”
He grabbed the pan and brought it to the sink, running the cold water immediately to stop the smoke from filling the flat. You giggled behind him, and despite ruining breakfast, it was like sweet music to Steven’s ears. He turned to face you with a smile. He always felt like his brain didn’t work quite right with you around. It was like you quite literally forced it to short circuit whenever you came into view.
“I didn’t mean to distract you,” you sipped your cup. “Would it be alright if I used your shower? I don’t want to impose, but I don’t think it's safe to leave yet. That way you can finish the pancakes without my interference.” You chuckled again.
Steven looked outside to see how the storm was faring and saw that you were right, you shouldn’t leave yet. The snow was still coming down, lesser than before, but the roads were probably still impossible to trek through, and he didn’t feel safe to drive.
“‘Course you can. Here, let me get you a towel. Oh! And the hot water is a little finicky, best to show you how it works.” He walked into the bathroom and you followed.
While he started messing with the tap, you started taking off his shirt that you still had on after bed. Steven got the water running and then turned around to face you. Once again you managed to steal his breath. You pulled the shirt over your head and dropped it on the ground before squeezing your arms around yourself, shivering in the chilly air.
Steven tried…so damn hard to look at you with all the respect he could muster, but your nipples were hard enough to slice through glass. He took a step toward you, mouth hanging open once again, eyes unmoving from your breasts.
“Steven, you’ve got drool running down your-” He swooped in, latching his mouth over your left nipple, sucking it inward. “Oh!” You gasped, feeling his teeth brush over the sensitive flesh.
He traced a hand down your waist, grazing it over your abdomen, before finally tucking under your panties and landing on your still sensitive cunt. He didn’t try for more than a single finger, probing at your entrance gently. You winced, shying away from him with a hiss. His hands retreated to your hips. Steven looked at you, lips slick and glistening, eyes hooded with desire. He broke sight of you for only a second, looking behind himself at the running shower and then back at you.
“Come on, I’ve got a thought that might help,” He held out a hand to you, “come get in the tub.”
You furrowed your brow in confusion but complied anyway. You pulled off our underwear and when you looked back up, Steven was smiling, eyes tracing over your body like a horny teenager while he guided you into the tub. Once you were in, Steven raced to remove his own pants and boxer-briefs, and you didn’t miss the stain of precum that had formed in the crotch. He felt a little foolish, being so eager to be close to you again so soon, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he woke. Not to mention you asking him if it was normal to be craving sex again so soon, how was he supposed to keep himself in check?
You weren’t sure what Steven had planned, but you were a little surprised when he stepped into the shower with you, still bearing that look of arousal over his face. You stepped back, letting him in to stand under the showerhead. He was so hard already, you were staring before you knew you were staring. You still couldn’t believe you’d had something so big inside of you; that you’d been able to withstand that sort of physical pain. Regardless, you were desperate to have it again.
The water ran down over Steven, and he couldn’t stand to just look at you anymore. He cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a flurry of passionate and sloppy kisses, Steven’s specialty. You moaned into him, feeling the eager press of his erection against your lower abdomen. If there was one thing you could say you loved about Steven, it was how needy he always seemed for you. He was always looking at you with a hungry gaze, always kissing you like his life depended on it.
“Wha-mm–what was your idea?” You asked in between kisses.
“Oh, heh, right…” Steven pulled back from you, and turned to take the showerhead down.
You hadn’t spent much time looking at Steven’s backside, and were impressed to see that in addition to his other beautiful features, his bum didn’t disappoint either. He often hid it underneath ill fitting jeans and jackets that hung down a little too long for you to get a good peek. You watched unashamedly as he turned toward you once again.
“How’s the temperature?” He asked, aiming the hot water over your shoulders.
“It’s good…what did you-oh…”
You were rendered silent as he moved the showerhead down your torso and over your mound. You held onto his biceps for stability while he found your clit, forcing a gasp from your lips. He flicked the knob on the side, changing the setting to a stronger stream. You squeezed his arms tightly.
“S-Stevennnn…” you moaned out the end of his name.
“Is it good? D’you like it?” He asked, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek, “hoping it will help soothe you a little, get you ready f’me again.”
“Y-yeah, yes.” You threw your head back, and of course Steven took that as an invitation to press his lips to the soft skin of your neck.
“Good, that’s good,” he murmured between open mouth kisses to your skin.
You had one hand on his waist now for support, reveling in the way his muscles felt rippling below the surface, and the other was on his arm still. You churned your hips over the stream of water that shot constantly over your clit, grabbing Steven by the cheeks and bringing his face back up to yours.
You were in such a pleasure drunken state that your eyes were only half open. Steven didn’t realize that his were the same, but none of that mattered when he leaned in to steal your sharp breath some more. That’s when you decided that eternity could go by and you’d never get tired of kissing Steven.
“You gonna come for me like this, darling? Like you did last night? You looked so pretty,” he spoke to you breathlessly before diving in for more passionate kisses.
You managed to moan an affirmative.
Somehow, this timid history professor knew his way around a clit and a showerhead. He started moving it around at different angles, teasing your bundle of nerves like he had a sixth sense for where it was located. A small gasp escaped you every time the stream hit a new spot.
“Steven I’m…mmm” You couldn’t even speak, his lips were glued to yours.
In only a few moments, your body gave in to the assault. You were grabbing onto him as though he was your anchor to your body, breathing deeply into every kiss he gave you. He was hungry now, desperate to feel you. He knew you were probably still lost to the euphoria, and thought this was a good time to bury himself inside you.
Steven scrambled to put the showerhead back quickly, and despite the impending pain you knew you were about to endure, you were excited. He turned back around and grabbed both of your asscheeks and lifted you like you weighed nothing, pressing you against the cool tile wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck quickly before you fell over. He lined up his cock with your entrance, but couldn’t get it in easily while holding you up at his angle.
“Please love, please put it in. Please hurry,” He was practically begging, as though you would refuse him.
You held onto his neck with one hand, and used the other to wrap around his cock. Steven shuddered at your touch. You lined the head up with your entrance, you were so slick from your orgasm that it took almost no work at all to get him inside of you. The stretch of him still hurt, but the pain wasn’t nearly as dreadful as the night before. You were glad he got you off first, it definitely helped.
Steven held onto you tight with a bruising grip over your rear. He was obsessed with the way you felt wrapped around him. You were so tight he could feel every small flutter of your walls over him.
“Still so tight love, so–bloody–tight.” Steven sounded so rough the way he was grunting with every thrust.
“All for you Steven, I’d do anything for you.” You felt foolish saying such words, but you meant them.
“Oh, anything?” he leaned back and looked at you, never slowing his pace.
“Anything.”
You took to mouthing at his neck for a change, kissing the rough stubble at the base of his chin.
“I’ll have to think of somethin’.” He sounded amused, “but f’now, gonna need you to come again for me, want to feel you darling.”
You were still in pain feeling the tight stretch of Steven’s cock resizing you to fit his girth with every thrust; you were just realizing now how big he was. The head of his cock was pushing deep into you, so much that you felt a delicious ache in your lower abdomen. At this angle, he was brushing against your cervix on every pass.
“Want you to fuck me harder, please?” You asked, probably too politely for the activity at hand.
“Think you can handle it, dove?” He was already slowly starting to ramp up his pace.
“Yes, Steven, please!” You groaned against his neck.
He adjusted his arm to hold you up with one hand. You were still amazed at his strength. He used the other hand to brace himself against the wall while he slammed his hips even harder into you. You let out a whining cry, but Steven didn’t slow his assault on your tender hole.
“Fuck love, sorry, sorry, I know it hurts I can’t-can’t stop, feels so good.”
“It’s okay! It’s more than–oh shit.”
You were both a mess of groans and heavy breaths while he fucked you open against the shower wall. The sound of your wet skin slapping against each other was nearly deafening. Steven knocked several bottles over in his desperation to give you what you’d asked for.
“Love, I’m right there I–“
Steven’s harsh motion came to a screeching halt. You were at the end with him, feeling your cunt gushing over him in waves while he pumped you full of him. The pulsating throb of his cock stretched you out further, but it didn’t stop the pleasured moans from leaving your lips.
“Fuck, Steven…” you struggled to hold on to him, arms growing weak as you came back to reality, struggling to keep your head up.
He looked at you with a lusty haze over his eyes. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, you became entranced by the water falling down Steven’s shoulders and over his chest. Your eyes stayed connected, and for a moment you felt an overwhelming sense of belonging; like he was the only thing in the world that you needed to feel whole.
“Steven,” You started, feeling breathless with emotion. He was so handsome you could hardly stand it. “Steven I…I…”
“What is it, love?”
Your breath hitched in your throat. I love you, you thought. It was such a simple set of words that when combined, summed up your feelings perfectly. You couldn’t say it though, it was too soon, too much.
“I…feel better now, thank you.”
Steven kissed you again with a dopey smile before pulling out gingerly, and quickly rinsed himself off. Reaching for one of the shampoo bottles that knocked over from before, he began lathering it into his hair and you quickly followed suit. You already wasted enough water. When he was finished rinsing, he kissed your forehead and stepped out.
“Gonna go make the pancakes properly this time, they should be ready when you get out.”
You heard his bare feet pad over the linoleum floor as he exited the bathroom, going to dress himself in fresh sweats. He took one look in the mirror and immediately realized he wasn’t alone. A dark furrowed brow was staring back.
“Oh, piss off,” he muttered, going back to the kitchen.
When you were finished in the shower, you realized that you still only had your dirty clothes to change back into, and after last night, your panties were pretty well spent.
“Steven!” You called, walking out into the apartment from the bathroom with your towel wrapped around your torso.
“Yes, love?” He called from the kitchen.
“Um, I just realized that I don’t have any clean clothes so…maybe I should go home or something? Looks like the plow came through while we were in the shower.” You walked over to the window, looking down at the street below.
Steven practically ran to you, eyes wide and full of concern.
“You want to leave?” His eyebrows were turned up and knitted together. “Thought we might watch a movie or somethin’. You can wear a pair of my joggers, and a clean shirt, I don’t mind. Unless you don’t want to…I’m not going to force you to stay.”
Steven was, by every definition of the word, adorable when he got desperate. You liked that he was the kind of guy that wore his emotions on his sleeve. You thought surely he’d be ready to have his apartment back to himself since he’d kept you away from it all that time. You weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to spend the night with him though, not if he was offering.
“Okay,” you smiled while nodding, “yes, I’ll stay.”
“You know you don’t even have to wear any bottoms if you don’t want to.”
You started to laugh but quickly noticed Steven was dead serious.
He swallowed, eyes scanning over your body. It was like you’d taken down the dam holding Steven together. You nodded slowly.
“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” You said breathlessly.
That’s what landed you on Steven’s couch a couple hours later with a belly full of pancakes, another bad movie playing, and the feeling of the soft rise and fall of his chest against your back. Despite the movie being cheesy, you were actually enjoying it.
Steven could tell you were into the film, just based on the way your eyes were staring, fixated, blinking fewer times than normal. He felt like his heart might burst from his chest with how warm he felt in that moment, his affection for you growing. You were curled up so small against him while he was rubbing his hand idly over your arm.
He felt bad for the growing erection slowly working its way against your rear. He tried to hide it, but it was unmissable, prodding against you. Trying to move was a mistake, just the mild friction alone forced a breathy moan from his lips. Steven tried to adjust himself, muttering a small, sorry, in the process.
Now that he’d had you not once, but twice, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Steven liked to pride himself as a man who appreciated more about a person than just the physical, and while that was true, he wanted you again and desperately.
“Just gonna– sorry, just–”
You felt him tug his pants down around his thighs. Steven lifted you easily, before starting to lower you over his thick cock. You were so wet, some of it from earlier and some of it from just his proximity to you, despite trying your best to focus on the movie. You’d made it so convenient for him to just set you down on top of it, like putting on a well-fitted glove.
“Steven I’m–oh.” He spread you open over him once again, and you felt your hole ache. “I’m trying to…trying to watch–”
“I know love, you don’t have to do anything just…oh shit just…sit there like that f’me. Just watch your film.” His voice was already low and whiny with his arousal.
Steven had one arm wrapped around your waist, and the other was gripping the underside of your thigh, lifting you ever so slightly so he could fuck into you from below. He rutted upward, hitting you deep in your core. You reached one hand up and grabbed a fistful of his hair, your other hand rested on his forearm near your leg. His lips left a biting kiss on your shoulder.
“If we’re gonna, ahh, do this,” you couldn’t help but whine, “Can I at least pause?” You asked, quickly realizing that you weren’t paying attention to the movie whatsoever.
Steven had the remote on his left, which he fumbled with to quickly turn off the tv. His movements were clumsy as usual, turning all his attention on fucking you in his lap while covering your neck in lazy, sloppy kisses. Now that the distraction was removed, he was huffing harshly into you, putting more effort in his thrusts to have you bouncing on him.
“Sorry love, sorry I know you’re sore I just–”
“It’s fine Steven, it’s…mmfeels good,” you whined, dragging your nails over his scalp.
Steven groaned, the mixed sensations making his cock twitch inside of you. He opened his eyes and looked ahead, marveling at the way you looked in the reflection of the tv. Your head had fallen back onto his shoulder, bottom lip pressed under your teeth while you were moaning; you looked completely fucked out in his lap. His gaze caught something that distracted him, forcing him to slow his movements slightly. Something was off about his reflection…
Jake…for a split second, the other alter was looking back at Steven with a mischievous smirk that only Jake would hold. You tugged Steven’s hair, knocking him out of the trance he was in. When he blinked and looked back in the tv reflection, Jake was gone and it was just you and Steven.
“Oh!” You exclaimed when Steven grabbed your waist tightly and lifted you, pushing you over the arm of the couch.
“Just getting a good look love, just wanna see you.”
He wasn’t totally lying, he did want to have a good look at the way your puffy pussy swallowed his cock over and over while he fucked you for the third time in the last twenty-four hours. He also didn’t want to imagine Jake inside of you; the thought made his stomach drop into his gut. Looking down at you made him forget all about it quickly, seeing your back splayed out in front of him as your shirt rode up. With one hand on your ass he thrust into you, hearing a sharp whine accompany his movements.
“Love those little sounds you make f’me dove, think you can be a little louder?” Steven grabbed your hip tightly, moving faster, smacking his hips against your rear.
“Can’t believe how good you always feel Steven, fuck!”
He wondered how much pain you were in, your poor body under his constant attention. He looked down again, seeing how your pussy was gripping him. It was a bit swollen, probably a little sore, but you didn’t seem to want him to stop. In fact, you were moving your hips in perfect rhythm with his now. Steven even stopped moving for a moment to let you set the pace, watching you fuck yourself.
“That’s it…ohhh…you’re doing so good, keep moving like that.”
Steven’s words of encouragement are what made you start moving faster. You felt excited by the prospect that you were giving Steven something in return now. He was so quick to love you selflessly that you wondered when he would let you take care of him.
“Hope you’re ready, love, gonna fill you up again, I can’t hold it back now…” Steven started churning his hips against you again, grinding into you on every hard thrust.
You knew it wouldn’t last long, him letting you be in control but you’d enjoyed it while it lasted. His movements got faster and harder, to a point that you slid forward and lay almost completely flat against the arm of the couch. The apartment was quickly filled with your growing cries while your orgasm approached, his hand reaching around you to pass over your clit a few times.
A hundred years could go by and Steven would never get tired of hearing the way you came undone while he fucked you. He moved faster, hips crashing into yours harder, until finally he stopped, cock throbbing into you and shooting hot ropes to fill you with. You grabbed onto the cushions of the couch desperately while your own orgasm washed over you, cunt gushing over his girth while your brain whited out.
In a heap of sweaty skin and heavy breaths, you and Steven just stayed there for a moment, feeling yourselves come back to reality one pant at a time. He pulled out of you and stared wide-eyed as his cum dribbled out onto the couch.
“I’m sorry! Shit,” cursing, you tried to catch what you could with your hand.
“Don’t be sorry, love…looks so nice, you look so…” Steven’s words were lost while he sat there mesmerized at the sight.
“Can you grab me a towel?” You asked meekly, staying leaned over the couch arm with your ass in the air.
“Oh right! Probably would help, yeah?”
Steven went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He looked up in the mirror, almost hesitantly, afraid of who would be looking back at him this time. No one was there, but he glared anyway. Maybe Jake could see him, or Marc, or not, but just in case Steven wanted them to know that he was upset.
“You stay away when I’m with her. Don’t you dare…both of you.” He said in a harsh whisper so you wouldn’t hear.
He ran the towel under some warm water before going back out to the living room to care for you. He spoke to you while cleaning you up.
“Sorry love, gonna give you a break now. I’m sorry I just…you feel so good all the time, and you’re so pretty, s’hard to-”
“Steven.” You winced while he touched the towel to your tender folds, “it’s okay, really. I…I like having you inside me. Makes me feel more connected to you, you know?”
Steven froze at your words. You wanted to feel connected to him. What was it about him that made you feel that way? He wasn’t anything special, just a man…just a history professor.
Yet, you wanted to feel connected.
Steven was starting to feel like he couldn’t live up to your expectations, like he wasn’t good enough to deserve someone that felt that way about him. You were so young, seventeen years younger than him. You had your whole life ahead of you. There was so much potential for you to achieve your dreams, and who was he? Someone who might stop you from achieving the life you wanted if you were caught.
But now he couldn’t imagine his world without you in it.
Steven did give you a break for the rest of the evening, except for you spreading your legs for him on the counter top while he drank from you like a man dying of thirst; or when he circled his fingers over your clit in the heat of a heavy makeout session just before bed. That was simply for your pleasure, though, and only eased the ache he had left behind. In the morning you jerked him off while he struggled to kiss you in a way that wouldn’t leave a prominent hickey on your neck.
The roads were clear on Sunday morning, and you felt safe enough to walk back to your dorm. Steven made sure to give you his number before you left, saying he thought it would be a good idea for you to have it, in the event you had to watch Gus again. You wondered if he even believed his own excuse, but you put his number in your phone happily anyway. You used a moon and coffee bean emoji instead of his name, just in case anyone saw your texts.
“How was your weekend with your cousin?” Layla asked when you got back to the dorm and plopped on your bed.
You tried not to smile too big and alert her to the fact that you’d blatantly lied about your whereabouts all weekend. You looked at your phone.
You: Thank you for the wonderful weekend, I can’t wait to see you again.
Steven: No, Thank you :) See you tomorrow <3
You brought it to your chest and let out a dazed sigh.
“We had a blast.”
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hello, hope you’re doing okay
do you mind writing about fem!reader about 14-16 winning an oscar and the marvel cast being super proud in the audience?
sorry i’m so bad at explaining
You’re a Star
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x teen reader
Warning: swearing, LGBTQ, just pure fluff.
A/N: I hope this was okay.
You ever have those “let me take this all in" moments? Because that is what Y/n is having right now.
On the red carpet of the Oscars, that’s right OSCARS, as she was nominated for Best Lead Actress. Y/n is a force to be wrecked with right now in the acting world at only 15. Her debut was the role of Casey Graham in Winter Soldier at 10, and she just wrapped Filming Endgame. But she has taken on other projects, and one of the landed her this nomination.
She starred in the Film “Living a Sin” a story about a teen finding out their sexual identity and the effect it has on her Christian Family. The film was a hit, and the reviews were always on top. She won the Golden Globe but it was when she saw she was nominated for the Oscar that the success really hit her.
Which is where she is now, in a stunning custom pantsuit from Valentino in y/f/c and y/h/c in classic long curls. She was later joined by the cast and her love interest in the film, played by Jenna Ortega. After taking pictures, she was on her way into the theater before she bumped into something hard. “Oops my b-“ she started to say before looking at a blue suit that had blue eyes.
“Seb!” Y/n acclaimed before giving him a hug. “y/n! You look beautiful, how are you feeling?” He asked. “Freaking out but not if that makes sense. I’m unlikely to win, heck I’m nominated against Meryl Streep.” Seb laughed and wrapped an arm around you. “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart. Plus Scarlett and I may or may not be presenting your category," he said. "No way! really?" you asked as you looked at him with joy in your eyes.
"Yep, now let's take a quick picture before I have to head inside. But I will see you later., I promise." he said as he turned so the two of you faced the paparazzi. In the MCU, Bucky and Casey were very much a father-daughter duo. And that relationship continued into a brotherly sisterly relationship off-screen. He has been a rock for you the past couple of years and you are thankful to have your "Bucky-Bear" by your side through it all. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead which of course the cameras caught before you each headed your separate ways.
Couple Hours later
You saw Sebastian and Scarlett walk on stage and your heart started to beat a million miles a minute. Jenna sat next to you and quickly took your hand in hers. "Deep Breathes, you got this," she said as she gave you a light squeeze.
"This year's nominees each deliver incredible performances in their own right. Moving us to tears, making us laugh, and telling stories of bravery and love." Scarlett said looking at the teleprompter. "And this year nominees are making history, with the youngest nominee for Best Actress," Seb said as you saw your two friends give you a wave, which made the audience laugh. "Our child is adorable, isn't she?" Scarlett said into the mic. "Agreed, but we have to finish this up so we can put her to bed," Seb said as he pointed to the watch in his hand. the audience and you were enjoying it. You couldn't tell if it was a bit or if they were making you laugh to calm your nerves. Either way, you appreciate it.
After they showed a montage of all the actresses nominated and clips of the film. You saw Seb start to open the envelope. you held onto Jenna's hand with your life. "And the Oscar goes to.." Seb said as he lifted the envelope. He and Scarlett looked at the envelope and smiled at each other before speaking into the microphone. "Y/n L/n for Living with Sin!" They said with the biggest smiles on their faces.
You were in shock at first. there is no way they actually just said your name. It wasn't until Jenna gave you a huge hug that it began to sink in. You quickly stood up as you felt a tear fall down your smiling face. You hugged your parents quickly before making your way to the stage. Once you walked up the stairs, Seb and Scarlett were quick to engulf you with a hug. You heard Seb whisper into your ear "I'm so proud of you Kiddo." he said as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. "We both are," Scarlett said as well as she handed you the statue. "I love you both so much. Couldn't have wanted anyone else to give this to me," you said to them as you made your way to the mic.
Your speech was short and sweet, thanking your family and friends, manager, cast, and crew of Living with Sin, and thanking your 'Big Bros and Sisters' who are your marvel castmates for showing you the ropes and being incredible mentors. And of course, thanking Kevin Feige for giving a chance to a girl who only had 'Flounder in Little Mermaid Jr on her resume.' You ended your speech by saying "to everyone watching at home, wondering what to do so someone like my character Nicole doesn't have to go through what they went through. I urge you to look up local resources for LGBTQ youth in your area, donate to the Trevor Project, or create a safe space for teens that make them feel loved and appreciated. We have so much more work to do, and every little bit helps. Thank you." You said as you walked off the stage. You made your way backstage with Sebastian and Scarlett by your side.
Once you were off camera, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and picked you up as you let out a squeal. "YOU DID IT! " Seb said as he sat your down. "I still can't believe that happened," you said. "I knew this was going to happen one day, and I'm so happy for you," Scarlett said as you all made your way toward the front of the theater to go back to your seats. Before you all headed your separate ways, Seb "You are star Y/n L/N. I'm so proud to be part of your journey and I can't wait to watch everything you do next." He said as he gave you a long, thoughtful hug. "Love you two Bucky Bear," you whispered into his ears which made him chuckle.
Your name was still trending on social media the next day. Your Marvel cast mates made posts and stories congratulating you which the internet ate up. You couldn't be happier to be part of such an amazing family.
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so i would like to request a florence pugh x reader where reader works as a film director or any film job and gets to do a movie with whatever actress you prefer, then rumors about reader and this actress having a relationship start floating around and florence thinks r is cheating on her but is obviously just a huge confusion (basically angst and fluff at the end pls)
Misunderstanding
Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader
Summary: Florence wasn’t one to let rumours cloud her mind but when those closest to her start asking questions, she can’t help but read more into the rumours.
| Angst & Fluff | 1.6K | Language warning | Relationship issues |
AC: Ya’ll really eating up the angst on this blog haha! Enjoy xx
Working in the film industry has always been a dream of yours since you were able to watch and understand movies. You were known as the family’s cameramen whenever there was an event, a holiday or just an outing. No matter who was around, you always had a camera and would film anything that caught your eye. Your parents knew that one day you’d be working within the industry and that you’d be happy with whatever job was thrown at you.
You explored many options but instantly fell in love with directing. Being able to capture the right emotion or scene always amazed you. You started off with small projects, a few movies and a couple of episodes of shows that never made it as far as airing on daytime TV. That all changed when you got a call from an unknown number wondering if you’d like to help directed the new Black Widow movie which you accepted gracefully.
While working for Marvel you learnt a lot from everybody around you, even falling for MCU’s newest member, Florence. The two of you got along like two peas in a pod, other cast and crew would always catch the two of you mucking around, pulling light pranks on others, and loudly laughing at stupid jokes that had no real meaning.
The two of you made things official shortly after filming wrapped up and it’s been the happiest and healthiest relationship you’ve had. Your family love her, your friends love her, and you always receive compliments about the pair of you whenever you attended award shows and other events. Florence’s family adored you and always made you feel a part of the family.
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“How was work love?” you smiled as Florence walked through to the living room. “Meh, it was a long day. I’m going to have a shower and head to bed” she spoke, walking by you as you sat comfortably on the sofa. “Hey, baby, are you okay?” you asked. “I’m fine darling, just really tired” Florence replied but you didn’t buy it.
Recently, well, since you start directing a new movie, rumours started floating around that you were dating one of the main stars of the movie. This gave you a ‘name on the streets’ as they would say. You knew better than to feed into the drama that came with the job and ignored the claims.
It was obvious that Florence wanted to have some downtime, so you left her to her own will and continued flicking through the recorded footage that was taken earlier today, eventually falling asleep on the sofa later into the night.
When you woke up, Florence had already left for that day. She wasn’t herself recently and you wanted to be there for her, but she made it hard when she was giving you the cold shoulder every day.
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The day went on as Florence entered the back of your mind, you got caught up with work and really wanted to get these scenes done while the weather was kind enough to allow some public filming. It was never a surprise that paparazzi always seemed to know where movies were being film and when they were taking place.
They snapped all kinds of photos and videos of the set, anything they could use to get a story update on the upcoming film. You weren’t aware of the damage today’s videos would deliver until you would arrive home.
While on lunch break, Florence decided she wanted to surprise you on set. She brought you your favourite take out for a change up from the food you’d been eating over the past few months. You never saw her though, the image of you and Lili Reinhart getting cozy with one another didn’t help the thoughts she’d been having recently, the headlines she’d read, the talk of her girlfriend cheating on her was too much.
It was never like Florence to feed into rumours like these but when her close friends started question her on the photos that media outlets released of you and Lili, she couldn’t take it anymore. She waited for you to set the rumours straight, hopeful the consent headlines bothered you as much as they bothered her, but they didn’t. You knew where your heart belonged too and weren’t threated by the media’s response to you being friendly with a co-worker.
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“Flossie, I’m home” you announced as you walked through the front door. The house was dark and Billie’s food bowl was empty. “Baby?” you called out but didn’t get a response. You assumed she wasn’t home as a sigh left your lips. You missed her, you missed being able to spend time with her, cuddling her in the mornings, cooking for each other, snuggled up on the sofa watching movies, you missed her.
Walking to your shared bedroom you heard the muffled sniffles coming from the hall. “Flo?” you knocked on the door before slowly opening it. “I’ll be out in a moment” she replied, her voice broken but you’d already entered the room.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” you asked her, eyes filled with worry as you saw her sitting on the floor with photos of the two of you in front of her. Her cheeks were soaked from her tears. “Florence, what’s going on?” you quickly sat down next to her wanting to hold her, but she moved away. “Don’t touch me, please” she chocked.
“I’m not going to hurt you love, I’m worried about you”
“No, you’re not…” she wiped her tears only to have her eyes fill with a new stream “you haven’t since you started working on that new film” she added with anger.
Your brows frown with concern, “Florence what are you talking about? Of course, I’ve been worried about you”
“Ar-are you” she ran her fingers through her short dirty blonde hair, “are you cheating on me?” she asked bluntly, only then did everything make more sense to you. Shaking your head, “No baby, I’m not” you replied in a serious tone, “where is all this coming from? I thought we agreed to ignore rumours like those” you added.
“I thought so too but – “she pulled out her phone and slid it across to you her camera roll full of the recent photos of you on set today. You heart dropped; the photos looked more personal than just two friends having a laugh. “I came to see you on set today, I brought you lunch but I saw you literally feeding her half a sandwich then these photos were posted, and I’ve had everybody asking me about us so please… don’t lie to me…are you seeing her on the side?” Florence asked once again, her voice breaking one more.
You placed her to the side and looked into her red and puffy eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t see this was hurting you, but I promise you, I’m not seeing her on the side, I’m not dating her, I am not cheating on you. We are simply just working on a film together; I promise you that is all. Yes, we have some fun on set and today, what you saw, Lili didn’t want to smudge her lipstick that was just applied so I offered to just tear off pieces and feed them too her instead. I swear, nothing is going on with Lili and I” you explained never leaving her eyes.
“Why haven’t you set anything straight with the media? I know it’s meaningless, but my friends are questioning us, and I felt so fucking stupid…how was I supposed to explain all those photos?”
“Because I didn’t think the rumours bothered you this much, they’ve never came between us before…Flo, I’m so sorry I didn’t see the issue sooner and I’m even more sorry that you thought I wasn’t being loyal to you” you shuffled closer to her, this time she didn’t move. “Honey, I love you. I don’t care for anybody else, only you. You mean more to me than a movie” you reached for her hands, “look at me, please” you whispered as tears filled your own eyes.
Florence’s eyes moved from your hands on top of hers to your eyes. Your heart breaking at the sight of her being so helpless. “You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, I mean that. I’m not just saying this because of all that’s happened I’m saying it because I’ve never been so happy with anybody before. If I have to gain your trust again, I’ll do it, I’ll do anything, but I swear you Florence, I only have eyes for you, my heart is in your hands”
With that, Florence broke once again, crashing into you as you wrapped your arms around her. “I’m so sorry baby” you said over and over, rubbing her back as your own tears streamed down your cheeks.
“I’m stupid, I’m so sorry I didn’t just ask you before I overacted” Florence sobbed pulling away from you. Gently you stroked her cheeks with both your hands, wiping her tears. “You had every right to overreact” you smiled softly causing a small chuckle from Florence.
“I may have burnt your favourite hoodie in the backyard” she admits.
You chuckled, “I don’t care about a hoodie, I just want you to be happy” you continued to stroke her cheeks, “I really do love you darling” you added.
“I love you too my love” Florence returned a soft smile, crashing her lips onto yours.
“Tomorrow, can I take you to set and show everybody how much I love you?” you asked after pulling away, “by that I mean I want to show the world that I am only yours” you added. Florence nodded before placing another kiss on your lips, “please just hold me” she whispered before leaning into you. “Of course, honey” you wrapped your arms around her tightly.
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Cinnamon skin
Tenoch Huerta x reader
Warnings: none, it’s fluff :) but part 2 maybe won’t be 🔥
Note: This is the official English translation of “Piel Canela”
I have been with him since the beginning of this journey, since he accepted the role of Namor in the MCU for the Black Panther Wakanda Forever movie. I have worked with him intensively day and night to make sure everything went perfectly during filming and at the premiere. Yes, I am his English teacher.
Tenoch Huerta and I met during the filming of The Forever Purge. I was hired as a support interpreter for the actors and crew who didn't speak English well. Part of my job is to make a connection with the parties I will be serving, so I spent a lot of time being around the entire film crew to build trust. This often happened during the lunch hour.
Tenoch and I exchanged glances from time to time as the others chatted and laughed. Suddenly we would start our own conversation about films, poetry, racism and other cultural topics that he had mastered to perfection. The conversation was enriching and so entertaining that I didn't want it to end, the breaks were so short. At the end of the day, we always said goodbye with a kiss in our cheeks, and as time went by I was dying to stay by his side, that our conversations and exchange of glances would last forever, but he is an actor...he would never feel attracted to someone like me.
On the last day of filming we said goodbye like any other day, everyone praised me for my great work and that they hoped to see me soon.
"Well, then... today is the last day, right?" Tenoch said lowering his eyes as he put his hands in his trouser pockets, "will I see you again?"
"I have no idea, I hope so...when you make another movie in Hollywood."
"Because of my skin colour and my background you know they probably won't cast me in big roles..."
"Hey, you're the most hard working person I've ever met in my life. You'll see that someone will discover you soon and take you to Hollywood" I took a breath and got very nervous, but I couldn't help it, I reached out to him, took his face in my hands and he gave me a beautiful smile.
"heh...your hands are very soft...it feels very nice".
At that I heard a honk interrupting our moment, it was the film director offering to take us to our respective hotels. We both got into the car and first went to drop me off at my hotel. I said goodbye to him with great difficulty as I didn't want to leave him.
I returned to Mexico and continued my work as an interpreter and English teacher for several months until one day I received a call from an unknown number: it was him, how did he get my number?
"Hello?"
"Hi, Y/N"
"Tenoch? How did you get my number?"
"A little birdie over there shared it with me" we both laughed "how are you?"
"Good, just finishing work here at a conference at the WTC."
"Can you have lunch with me?"
"Yeah, sure. Where are you?" I said as I walked towards the exit of one of the halls in the building.
"Behind you" I turned around and there was Tenoch in a tight t-shirt, jeans, dark glasses and a cap. He looked so good, that cinnamon skin awakened something in me that I didn't know.
We both couldn't hold our excitement and ran to hug each other tightly. I hadn't realised how much I missed him until that moment. We turned to look at each other and I could see a special glow behind those dark glasses and his sly smile.
"How did you find me?"
"Mmmm...Instagram" he said making a naughty boy face.
"So I have a stalker" I winked at him and we both laughed. One of his hands let go off my waist and he took off his glasses. His eyes studied every part of my face and without a second thought he presses his lips to mine. A kiss I've been waiting for since The Forever Purge...so much so that I couldn't help but respond with the same sweetness.
"Ever since The Foreve Purge I've wanted to do this” he said pulling away for lack of oxygen.
"Me too" I said trying to catch my breath, it was almost a whisper "and that lunch date is still on or do you intend for us to stay here cuddling?"
"I wouldn't mind...but we can go and eat some tacos nearby because I have great news for you".
We went out to eat those tacos he wanted so badly while he told me that Ryan Coogler contacted him to offer him the character of Namor in the Black Panther Wakanda Forever movie. Obviously it was already something I expected to happen because Tenoch is a super talented and hard working man, as well as an excellent human being, he deserves the best in the world.
We finished eating and decided to go for a walk in the surroundings to continue talking as we did during the filming of The Forever Purge. I missed the laughter and the debates that were generated around everything we read and thought about certain topics and of course, I missed his devotion to the eradication of racism in Mexico.
"And how are you doing with your English? I don't think everyone speaks Spanish".
"Don't make fun of me, my English is a bit chewed up but I can defend myself".
"aha..." I had an idea that will possibly have some consequences, but I didn't want to lose the opportunity to stay by his side "hey what if...what if I go with you like when The Forever Purge? I'll be your language assistant... we can discuss the details in my apartment... if you like".
"Are you making me an unseemly invitation?" he said mischievously.
"If I were..." I said as I slowly approached him "...I would do this" I put my arms around his neck and kissed him fervently. He responded to the kiss in kind and grabbed my waist to pull me closer to him.
His tongue demanded access to my mouth, which I granted, deepening the kiss. He began to caress my back and I tangled my hands in his hair.
"Let's go," I said as I pulled away from the kiss, took my mobile phone and requested an Uber.
Well, I think this English translation is good, isn’t it? Tell me what you think! Part 2?? 🔥 🔥
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