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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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The Runt (Request)

Marvel Cast x teen!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff

Request Description: Hi! Can I request a story where the reader is the new youngest actor in the MCU and how different people react to that and treat them? Thanks :D

Warnings: language

(A/N): this is written as a headcanon, hope thats ok :)

You were the youngest by far

RDJ was of course involved in choosing you, just as he was Tom Holland

“That kid’s great. Let’s go with her” was all he said and-

BOOM

Your life was changed forever

You were super nervous the first time meeting them all (at some random ass dinner at a super fancy restaurant)

But you just tried to be yourself

Which worked out for you because you’re a pretty great person :)

You immediately befriended Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan because of your mutual “hate” for Tom Holland

You and Tom had this dynamic where he’d be the poor and bullied costar, and you’d be the young, confident and superior actress

(Of course it was all jokes, and you both found each other pleasant)

Sebastian and Anthony basically adopted you right from the start

They dragged you into all their pranks because you were so sweet, yet so EVIL

They even tried to do a heist (you were stealing a copy of the script to Endgame)

You had a whole plan Mission Impossible style!

But you failed miserably when Tom ratted you out

That bitch

Most of the cast members (being old and out of touch) asked you for advice on technology and pop culture

In particular Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner

“What is a ME-ME?”

“Y/n, help, I can’t unlock my phone”

“What does this button do?”

And you’d always just mumble something about them being hopeless, old men

But you loved them, and their cluelessness was kind of adorable

Even in interviews when they didn’t understand something, they’d say “better ask Y/n about this later”

Your role in the movie had most to do with Captain Marvel

So during filming you became very close with Brie Larson and Samuel L. Jackson

Which, by the way, you’re so cool, you’re friends with Samuel L. Jackson???

Samuel taught you boss bitch energy

So did Brie to be honest

She helped you a lot with your understanding of women and the world

Smh Brie’s the only who’s taught you ANYTHING

They’d make dirty jokes around you to see if you’d catch it

And when you would, they would scold you for knowing that lmao

“who the FUCK taught you that?!”

AND WHEN YOU SWORE THEY’D FREAK OUT????

“THERE’S NO SWEARING ON THIS PROFESSIONAL FUCKING SET, AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR? FOR FUCKING FUCKS SAKE”

“YEAH ALRIGHT”

And then there’s Benedict Cumberbatch

The only person with braincells in this entire cast

Benedict actually worried a lot for you

A lot of the cast did, but Benedict probably did most

He was NOT a fan of the whole “I’m a teenager, but I’m a famous actor, woohoo, time to ruin my self esteem” thing

Him and Elizabeth Olsen (the sweetest woman alive btw) made SURE you were staying away from hate comments

And expressed their concerns often

And you’d always assure them that you were fine

And if you weren’t you’d tell them

Because even though you weren’t super fond of opening up to people, they’d made it clear that they WANTED you to if you got sad :(

Benedict helped you with homework too

AGAIN this man is worried for you

Doesn’t want you getting stressed

Benedict is good at helping you with homework, but you can usually just get Elizabeth to tell you the answer to the questions

Because she is weak for your cuteness

And who can blame her???

Generally, most of the cast treat you very kindly

And they worry about you and are protective of you

Don’t be surprised if they’re AMAZED at your acting abilities too

You’re just there to have fun, just going along for the ride

It’s a wild ride for sure, but at least you’re in good hands with the nicest cast of actors and actresses around

And they would always be there for you

Until their contracts end..

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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childhood secrets ~ hannibal lecter;hannibal

word count: 1711

request?: yes!

shady80smusicsingercolor “Hey! Can i request something

Hannibal l x reader

The reader kept her childhood a secret from everyone,until she was watching news about a teen getting bullied,she remembers her childhood and just cries.Hannibal notices and goes run up to her,ask what's wrong.She explain what happen,that her childhood friends used make fun of her,or calling her weirdo.Hannibal comforts her

Hope is okay❤”

description: after hearing the story of a teenager’s tragic passing, unwanted memories are brought back to her

pairing: hannibal lecter x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, mentions of bullying

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“Did you hear about the Thompson girl?” Zeller asked as we examined some DNA for a case.

“Who’s the Thompson girl, first and foremost?” I asked.

“She was friends with Abigail Hobbs when she was sent to that psychiatric facility,” Price explained. “They were room neighbors I think.”

“Oh! That Hannah girl! What happened to her?”

“Her parents found her dead in her room. Suicide.”

I was so shocked at the response that I dropped the tool in my hand. Both of them looked at me for a moment as I just looked down at my hands. I was trying to calm the growing PTSD rising in me.

“The poor thing,” I finally managed to say.

“Yeah,” Price said. “I think she was in the facility because of mental illness. Her parents put her in there after her first attempt.”

Zeller shook his head. “Poor thing. They shouldn’t have let her check out so soon. (Y/N), are you okay?”

I was still staring down at my hands. They were shaking and it was getting hard to breathe. I could barley register the fact that Zeller had asked me something. They were both looking at me, expectantly.

“What? Yes, I’m fine,” I responded. “I gotta get some fresh air.”

I threw my coat and gloves on a nearby table and quickly raced for the exit. I had to wait for the elevator to take me to the ground floor, but the wait was antagonizing. My chest and throat felt tight, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

When the elevator door opened, I was faced with Jack Crawford, Will Graham, and Hannibal Lecter.

“(Y/N),” Crawford said. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t respond this time. I had to get out, I had to be away from there.

The breathe of fresh air in my lungs was just what I needed, but I was still feeling panicked. Flashbacks were running through my head, things I had repressed for all those years coming back all at once, hitting me like a freight train. I sat down on the sidewalk, trying to calm my breathing enough to go back inside.

“Miss. (Y/L/N)?”

I looked up to see Hannibal stood behind me.

“I’m fine, Dr. Lecter,” I told him. “You don’t have to check on me.”

“You’re very obviously not okay. You’re breathing is abnormal and you look as though you’ve been crying.”

I felt my cheek and was shocked to find that Hannibal was right, I had been crying. I hadn’t even realized it before.

“I’m fine,” I repeated, but the crack in my voice gave me away.

Hannibal sat next to me. I tried not to let him see my face, but I knew there was no turning back now. He had seen me in the elevator, he saw how unhappy I was at that moment. Any other person would just think I was overwhelmed from work, or maybe one of our discoveries had upset me, but Hannibal was a talented psychiatrist. He probably already knew what was wrong with me.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

I chuckled. “How often does that one work?”

“Enough times to keep me employed.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Zeller and Price were telling me about a girl that used to be friends with Abigail, Hannah Thompson. She...she...”

“I know,” Hannibal finished for me, luckily. Just thinking about having to finish that sentence made my throat tight again. “I wasn’t aware you knew her so well.”

“I didn’t, but I know...the feeling. Like you’re trapped in your own mind and there’s only one way out of it.”

Hannibal was looking at me, waiting for me to continue but not pushing me to go any further than I felt comfortable with. I wouldn’t have to go any further with my explanation if I didn’t want to, I knew he wouldn’t force me. We could’ve dropped it right then and there.

But my mouth moved before my mind could comprehend what I was sating, “I was the weird girl in school. While other girls wanted to be princesses or astronauts, I wanted to be a forensic scientist. I always had a fascination with crime and forensics and such. At first, I was just an outcast with no friends, until a group of girls took me in and added me to their group in high school. They weren’t super popular girls, but they also weren’t my level of outcast or anything, so, understandably, I was excited.”

“I’d assume it wasn’t as ideal of a situation as you were led to believe.”

I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes again. “They only befriended me so I could be their verbal punching bag. It started mild at first, just some friendly jokes that I could throw back at them. Then they started calling me the weird girl, the freak who liked death and murder. They’d make fun of me for reading stuff about unsolved murders, or even just murder mystery novels. They told me I’d probably grow up to be one of the unfound murderers in those stories. They put me down at every chance they got, but they were the only friends I had so I just...I dealt with it. I even gave up the opportunity to shadow at a police department during my senior year because I was afraid of them making fun of me more.”

“What was the tipping point?” Hannibal asked. “Obviously they are no longer around. I assume either you got rid of them or...they left themselves.”

“A bit of both really,” I responded. “One day, their bullying just got too much for me. My parents never liked the group, so I felt like I couldn’t go to them because they’d just tell me ‘I told you so’ - not because that’s how my parents are but because that was my irrational fear - and the teachers and guidance councilors and principals at school were garbage. They did nothing unless they actually witnessed the bullying first hand, and even then it was always a slap on the wrist punishment. So, I thought...I thought I only had one way out.”

I was still half conscious when my parents found me. My mother’s screams were permanently etched in my head, her sobs breaking through the otherwise muffled sounds I was hearing. Even when I blacked out, all I could hear in my head was my mother.

“They sent me to the same hospital Abigail was in,” I continued, skipping over the nasty parts that I couldn’t bare to relive. “My parents said I needed actual, medical help, that they couldn’t ignore my mental health issues anymore. I was there for months. I met people just like me, people who understood what I was going through. I made friends with a lot of them, and they’re all still in my life right now. My high school friend group came to visit me at one point. They seemed genuine enough with their apologies, saying they didn’t realize how much I took their words to heart and how they didn’t know how dark of a place I was in mentally. I don’t know how true any of that was, but they put on a good act. When they finished their groveling, I told them to go fuck themselves and to never contact me again. They were...offended, to say the least. Apparently they spread rumors about me at school, but I finished my senior year at a different school so it didn’t really matter to me. Went off to do forensic science in college and...here I am.”

For a moment, a look of pride passed over Hannibal’s face, as if the end of my story made him feel proud for me. I guess it made me feel proud, too, but sometimes I kicked myself for sticking around with that toxic friend group for far too long.

“I’ve never told anyone that,” I admitted. “Not anyone who didn’t know me at the time, anyways. I tried to keep it repressed, but hearing about Hannah Thompson...it brought all those memories back for me. Maybe I’m not over it like I think I am.”

“Mental trauma when your brain is still developing is not something one can easily get over,” Hannibal said. “It takes years, and even then those painful memories could follow you to your grave.”

I winced at the thought of having to battle with those memories until the day I died. Part of me was still worried that they would be the reason I would eventually die.

“But it is important to know that your old friend group was wrong,” he continued. “There is nothing wrong with being interested in something that the masses aren’t interested in. I’d argue that being interested in murder and police work is much better than wanting to grow up and be a princess or an astronaut. Your job helps the police to find serial killers and to save innocent people from being their victims. There’s nothing weird about that, not in my eyes.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Dr. Lecter. I think I just needed to hear that when I was younger and...no one really said it to me before.”

“I’m saying it now,” he said. “If you ever feel overcome with those memories again, please do not hesitate to call me. A beautiful and brilliant mind such as yourself should not be worrying over what irrelevant people have to say about you.”

I felt myself blush, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the reassurance Hannibal was giving me, or if it was from the compliment.

“I want to sit out here for a little while longer,” I told him. “I still need some air, and to come down from what happened back there. You don’t have to wait for me.”

“I don’t have to, but I will,” he decided. “I want to make sure you’re okay before I join my collegues again.”

I smiled at him again. I definitely wasn’t about to fight him on staying there with me. Quite the opposite, actually. If there was anyone I wanted with me in that moment, it was Hannibal.

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slowly-writing · 4 years

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Can I request something?

Heck yeah! I’m having a hard time writing at the moment but I’ll do my best!

#ask me stuff #shady80smusicsingercolor

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toastedkiwi · 4 years

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Mean Girls

Summary: supposed friends talk behind your back.

Requested by: @shady80smusicsingercolor

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sister!Reader

It was a tough practice but you powered through it. You had gone to the locker to get your things only to find you left your phone in the gym. You obviously head back to the gym with your school backpack on your back and your cheer bag over your shoulder.

“God, she’s so stupid,” Maddie said. “She’s only lucky that her brother is Captain America or she’d be nowhere with that fugly ass face. She just wishes she was remotely beautiful. Her parents obviously paid Coach to put her on the team. Honestly, it’s a pity.”

You stopped in your tracks hearing the words.

“I don’t even get why Lucas Reed is even giving her attention,” Kylie said.

“Again, her brother is Captain America. He’s probably using her to try and get into one of his movies. Oh! By the way, I’ve got a role in Defending Jacob. The dumb bitch told her brother I wanted to be an actress,” Maddie said. “Watch me become her sister-in-law.”

The two cackle in laughter. It brings tears to your eyes. You presence known and you grab your phone.

“Y/n,” Kylie said.

“You guys can find your own ride home,” you said.

You walk away with tears streaming down your cheeks. You head to the student parking lot ignoring their calls out. You’re their only ride home but you aren’t putting up with their shit. You throw your shit into your passenger seat and drive away.

When you get home, you don’t expect Chris to be at the house. He’s got his own not too far from your parents.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Chris asked as he was just coming down the stairs.

You choked on a sob and he just wraps his arms around you. He holds you tightly as you cry into his chest. You thought this whole time you had some pretty decent friends. You were never great at making friends and your parents encourage you to join a sport since you never were into acting like your older siblings. And since you did gymnastics and dance before, you decided that cheerleading might be your thing. You found all the girls to be pretty nice and you thought you clicked well with Maddie and Kylie. But of course, like a stereotypical movie, they stabbed you in the back.

“What’s wrong, bubs?” Your brother asked.

“T-They- They’re just using m-me,” you cried.

“Who is?” Chris asked looking at you concerned and worried.

“Maddie and Kylie. I- I heard them t-talking about me and- and how Maddie is just using me to get to you,” you said with a shaky voice.

He scoffs in disbelief at these girls he thought he knew and you keep telling him what they said. They’ve been to the house. He’s met them. He’s had conversations with them. He even pulled some strings to put Maddie into the show he’s working on but thankfully, the scene hasn’t been shot.

“Don’t you dare let their words get to you, Y/n. They’re just jealous of you and of what you have. You’ve got a pretty fucking cool ass brother,” Chris said.

You smile just a bit.

“And one who can be very petty like how a role has just opened up on my show and I think you would fit it perfectly, Bubba,” he said. “And it’d teach them a lesson on not fucking with my baby sister.”

You grinned and hugged him tightly. He presses a kiss to the top of your head hugging you tightly.

“I think we better go off and celebrate your first ever role, munchkin,” Chris said.

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ask-javi-pena · 4 years

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Javi what will be your reaction if I work in this job?

I’ll be very happy to work with you. It’ll certainly keep things interesting. * smiles*

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rachaelswrites · 4 years

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Lonely People

Ransom Drysdale x daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,119

Requested by: @shady80smusicsingercolor

Ransom x daughter!reader...where she has gotten left out mostly her life..and when ramsom says go away...she becomes and she began to tear up and he notice...she explains to him and he just comfort her

A/N: requests and taglist are open!

You’ve always been the black sheep of the Thrombey family. You were nicer and smarter than everyone else; You were also the youngest. Even your dad would sometimes leave you out during family conversations. It wasn’t on purpose but you were just different so it happened naturally. Ransom was too consumed in his family that he didn’t realize that you had no interest in joining the family business. You were too invested in your own path and education. You wanted to travel and study history; even your own cousin didn’t talk to you. Not even a glance in the hallway.

At this point you just accepted it. At least sometimes Ransom would talk to you at home but it was never about things that interested you. You spent most time upstairs in your room, which Ransom thought was normal ‘teenage’ behavior. Family parties were worse though. So many people, but still no one to talk to.

You were sitting in your room, on your bed looking at your phone. Your dad knocked on your door and you let him in.

“Hey sweetie. I was just letting you know that this weekend we’re all going to Harlan’s.”

You nodded and he left the room and closed the door. You sighed as you tried to think of some new excuse to not go. You gave up and went to bed.

The rest of the week was excruciatingly long and painful. There was a holiday weekend so teachers were cramming you all with work since they didn’t assign anything over long weekends. You decided to get it all done early, so Friday night, you stayed in your room at your desk and worked into the early morning. Ransom had woken up to get some water and he heard your tv in the hallway.

“Hey Y/n you might want to go to sleep soon. We have to leave early,” your dad said from the door frame.

You turned the TV off and closed your laptop and got into bed, “Ok. Goodnight dad.”

“Goodnight.”

When your dad said you had to leave early, he wasn’t kidding. You had to be up and dressed by seven. You had no idea why you had to be at your great-grandfather's house so early. Your dad pulled into the large driveway and parked the car. You quickly got out and headed inside, trying to find a place to stay out of the way. You didn’t get very far because Ransom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him.

“Can you help set up?” he asked.

You shot him a confused look. Normally Harlan had everything done before the family arrived.

“What are we setting up?” you questioned.

Ransom took off his sunglasses and looked at you, shocked, "What do you mean? Jacob just got accepted to college and we’re throwing him a party. Did he not tell you?”

“No he never talks to me,” you explained, “nobody in this family does,” you mumbled the last part, hoping Ransom wouldn’t hear.

He didn’t like it when you talked back like that. Ransom shooed you off in the direction of Meg, “Go you help her.”

You would think Meg would be the nicest and most understanding out of everyone, but it was the exact opposite. She treated you the worse. She always felt some sort of competition with you since you were the only girls. Not that there even was any, anyways.

“Hey Meg do you need help with that?” you gestured towards the banner she was attempting to hang up.

“No I’m fine. Just go stay out of the way,” she shot back while rolling her eyes.

You walked away and went to go sit on the staircase that Jacob would normally occupy. You could probably stay here all night since he would be the center of attention.

About fifteen minutes later Joni shrieked, “He’s here! He’s here!”

You could see your dad roll his eyes at her hysterics in your peripheral vision. Walt walked in with hands on Jacob’s shoulder. Jacob’s eyes lit up at the sight of the party the family threw together.

You got so bored that you ended up falling asleep on the staircase around four o’clock. You woke up to the clattering of dishes and went to join the family for dinner. Nobody talked to you so finished quickly and decided to walk around the house and the yard. You played with Harlan’s dogs for a few hours also.

You checked the time on your phone and it read nine-thirty. You groaned and went to go find your dad. You and your friends were meeting up to study and you wanted to be home early. You walked into Harlan’s library and saw your dad in conversation with his parents.

“Hey dad can we get going now. I’m kind of tired,” you said.

Ransom looked at you, annoyed and took a swig of his wine, “Yeah yeah. We’ll leave soon. Just, leave us alone for awhile.”

You knew that meant you wouldn’t be leaving for hours.

You sighed and tried to reason with him, knowing he was tipsy, “But can we leave now please? I’m going to go study with friends tomorrow morning so I need to get home now.”

Richard and Linda were now getting uncomfortable, knowing that this wasn't going to end well.

Ransom stood up and towered over you, “Y/n! I said go away!” he yelled.

Without meaning to, tears started to form in your eyes. You turned to leave and Ransom realized what he just did. His face softened and he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the library and onto the porch, where the family wasn’t. You had no idea what came over him and thought you were in trouble.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll just go stay in the car and stay out of your way.”

You wiped the tears from your face, but your dad spoke up before you could walk away.

“No I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you and you don’t have to stay out of anyone’s way.”

“Well you always leave me out, so I might as well just stay away from everyone,” you whispered.

Ransom looked down at you and raised his eyebrows, "What? I don’t leave you out. You never try and engage in our conversations!”

“I mean I try! There’s just nothing I have in common with anyone. No one even tries to get to know me.” Tears started to fall down your face and he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your hair, “I promise I’ll try harder and make sure you’re included now.”

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