My favorite thing about Lexa is that whenever Clarke challenges her, she just gets really really close to her face. Its like she is asking “you sure you want to test me?” and Clarke always looks a little flustered because she knows Lexa could totally kick her ass but she’s also kind of turned on? Clarke is like “Oh shit I should not have said that, wow she’s really pretty, wait what?” and I feel like Lexa knows she has this effect on Clarke. So she steps closer with a dual purpose of dont test me but also now you’re thinking about kissing me.
things are gonna get better for you. ha! have they gotten better for you? for me? look, i’m alone. i’ve – i’ve – i’ve been alone so long, i … i like it. you know, i – i hide in it. one thing i know is that … the only way out … is to find something that you care about. those kids, they might drive you crazy, they might … they might make you completely bat shit, but … they’re the reason you’re gonna get through this. … have you found something to do that for you? … uh … maybe … yeah, maybe.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS IS MY PRECIOUS LOVE ALEXANDER LIGHTWOOD SERIOUSLY TAKING CONTROL AND GRABBING HIS BOYFRIEND’S SHIRT WHILST UNBUTTONING IT AND WALKING HIM BACKWARDS TO GOD KNOWS WHERE TO DO GOD KNOWS WHAT JESUS CHRIST ON A BIKE
Summary: The reader has to shoot a scene with Sebastian, which would be easy if it weren’t for the fact that she has a huge crush on him. The sexual nature of the scene doesn’t help either…or does it?
Word Count: 1622
Authors note: I’ve loved this idea from the second it popped into my head! It’s so weird to actually write the actors and not the characters HAHA, let me know what you think! ( THIS DOESN’T GO WITH THE PLOT OF THE MOVIES, DON’T KILL ME)…..P.s I keep falling deeper and deeper in love with Seb…HELP
This was going to be the hardest day on set, no pun intended. Today was the day where you were going to shot the closest thing to a sex scene, and with no one other than Sebastian Stan.
You’d be filming a scene where your character attempts to torture Bucky, but Bucky escapes. Your character was going to be a real villain, which was the opposite of your actual personality.
As an actor you’d starred in a couple big blockbuster films, and you were actually really close with Chris Evans. You’d done the classic “rom com” together a couple times.
Chris was teasing you from the second you walked on set, “Ready for the big day?”. You rolled your eyes and gave him your best bitch face. He laughed, “Come on, don’t tell me you’re nervous?”.
How could you not be nervous? Sebastian Stan was one of the most beautiful people on the planet, not to mention how down to earth he was. Chris raised an eyebrow and you knew you’d have to say something to stop his train of thought.
Smiling you said, “Yes I’m nervous…you know how awkward these scenes are!”. Chris had seemed like he was going to say something, but decided to drop it. Smiling he said, “But Seb’s an angel, you’ll be in good hands”.
You laughed watching the smirk form upon his lips, “Nice one, good to know you’re not just a pretty face”. Chris laughed loudly, doing the left boob grab. You heard the two minute warning, and felt the butterflies in your stomach.
Chris got sincere, “Odds are he’s just as nervous, but don’t sweat it okay? I mean we’ve done some pretty cliche things, and we’re fine!”.
Jokingly you said, “Sure you’re not in love with me?”. He rolled his eyes, but started to laugh again. He did have a point, you’d shot scenes like this before. You just needed to relax.
You heard the voice again which meant you had to make your way to hair and makeup. Chris winked, “I’ll catch up with you later (y/n)”. You said goodbye and continued with your day.
Your character was in an all black bodysuit, with red accents. For hair, you’d been given loose curls. Your makeup was a smokey black eye and red lip to match, you couldn’t look more evil.
After what seemed like forever, you finally made your way to the set. There stood Sebastian in his Bucky gear, talking to Chris and Anthony. Chris whistled when he saw you, “Oh this is fantastic”.
You raised an eyebrow, “What are you two doing here, you don’t have to film until later”. They couldn’t wipe the smirks off their faces. Anthony laughed, “And miss this? No way (y/n)”.
Finally Sebastian spoke up, “Ignore them, you do look amazing”. Anthony turned to Chris as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You looked to Sebastian, “Thank you, I don’t know how you guys wear suits like this all the time”.
Anthony laughed again, “We don’t look that good while wearing them..you’re about to give Black Widow a run for her money”. You all laughed, and you did a small spin. Chris clapped loudly, while Sebastian stood there smiling.
Chris added, “So kiddos, how are we feeling?”. He was of course talking to you and Sebastian. Seb laughed, “This beats having to run around firing fake guns and dodging bullets”. You smiled, “Beats having to say all that mushy gushy shit to you Chris”.
Anthony whistled and Chris pretended to be upset, “Hey, that was from the heart”. Chris was kidding, but it felt good to laugh and shake away your nerves. The final call was said, and it was now go time.
Bucky would be strapped down to a chair in your makeshift hydra base. Before he got into his position Seb smiled to you, “Don’t worry, just let the scene take over”. You smiled back, and got into character.
You walked around the chair, before leaning over the back of it. Whispering into his ear you asked, “Ready to comply, or do you need Steve here for that?”. His voice was muffled from the gag in his mouth, now was the hard part.
Walking to the front of the chair you straddled him, “Come on Buck”. This was the part where Bucky would break free from the constraints, but Seb struggled with them. You decided to improv, scared to ruin a good take.
You smirked and lifted his chin up, “I’m starting to think you like this position”. There was a pause as Bucky just looked up to you, and you heard the director start to crack up laughing. Loudly he said, “That was amazing (y/n), keep that in”.
Anthony playfully yelled, “Cut the check” and you got up from Sebastian and laughed with them. You took the gag out of his mouth, and he started to laugh too, “That was perfect”.
There was a weird look in his eyes, but you ignored it. You figured it was just from the rush of getting into character.
A set man came over to lossen the bindings so Seb would actually be able to break them. Chris joked, “Don’t skip arm day next time Stan”. Sebastian just looked to you with a huge smile on his face.
You joked back, “Not everyone has styrofoam logs to rip Chris”. Sebastian gripped your shoulder as he laughed, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Before Chris could respond the director called, “Action”.
You went back to straddling him, and he was grunting underneath you while trying to “break free”. Laughing dryly you said, “Come on soldier, you’re not even putting up a fight! Maybe if your precious Steve-”.
The constraints were broken, and Sebastian pushed you backward. He had you pressed against the nearest wall, his metal arm around your throat. Your character didn’t gasp or struggle.
Through heavy breaths you said, “That’s more like it”. Smirking you looked up to a very angry Bucky. He looked down at you with gritted teeth, “You’re twisted”. With ease you pushed him back.
With your “alien” powers you had him on his knees, gasping for air. Sebastian held onto his throat pretending to gasp for air. With a hand on your hip you said, “That metal arm is really starting to grow on me”.
You were smirking like a madman, “Makes a girl start to think all type of things-”. By now you were standing above him, and he was looking up at you with anger in his eyes.
You fake pouted, “Come on, isn’t this fun?”. He was gasping for air still, unable to speak. You rolled your eyes, “Fine speak”. He caught his breath, the anger inside of him still boiling.
Once again the director yelled “cut” and within seconds you returned to your normal selves. You helped Sebastian up and he looked all too excited. He shook his head, “You’re incredible”.
You blushed, “Thank you…this character is really something else”. You felt someone pat you on the back and turned around to see Chris. Smirking he said, “She’s fucking hot..that’s what she is!”.
Anthony joined in, “I thought I saw Seb blushing underneath all that makeup”. Sebastian rolled his eyes, but didn’t deny it. Laughing you said, “Aw Mackie, at least try to hide your jealousy”. Sebastian laughed loudly at your comment.
Chris rested a hand on Anthony’s shoulder, “Alright, we have like two minutes until we need to be in hair and makeup”. The boys said their goodbyes, living you and Sebastian alone.
Smiling you said, “I’m going to go get some air before the call us back on to finish up”. You started to walk away and then heard him call out your name. Seb followed you, “I need some air too, mind if I join?”.
You shook your head no and together you walked out. When you were finally alone he said, “You’re really talented you know? I mean I’ve seen the movies you’ve done with Chris..and they’re the opposite of what you just did”.
Laughing you turned to him, “So you’re a fan?”. His smirk grew while he looked at you. Biting his lip he said, “How could I not be?”. As he looked at you, the butterflies came back.
Trying to play it cool you said, “Yeah I’ve never done something like this…I can’t believe how sexual that was” you started to laugh again. Sebastian caught onto your blush, “Hey, I’m not complaining”.
You raised an eyebrow and he continued, “I’m being serious, I bet the chemistry between us was obvious on screen”.
You wanted to melt, the chemistry. Biting your lip you said, “Are you flirting with ( your character’s name) or me?”.
Sebastian laughed, “I’m flirting with you (y/n), would you like to go out sometime?”. You heard the call for you both to return to set. Playfully you said, “What a shame, I was hoping you’d bring along the metal arm”.
He bit his lip, a laugh escaping. You smiled, “I’m free later tonight”. You both started to make your way back. Sebastian smirked, “I think that gives me enough time to sneak the arm off set”.
When you returned to the set you saw Chris and Anthony all suited up. Mackie joked, “What’s got you both so happy?”. You looked to Sebastian unsure of what to say. Chris knew you too well, “Stan totally just asked her out”.
Sebastian looked to you and then back at them. He winked at you, “Jealousy’s an ugly trait boys”. Before anyone could say anything the scene began.
To be honest, Sebastian couldn’t believe that you’d said yes. If it weren’t for Chris telling him to “just go for it man” he would’ve been too nervous to ask. He’d meant everything he’d said, he thought you were incredible.
You already knew you were going to regret this decision from the start. But then again, you didn’t think it was right to let life move on without letting Harry know about the teensy-weensy, very little crush you had on him. You thought you had been subtle all these years, you thought you had your emotions all under control and that not even the FBI could figure out that you liked Harry. You didn’t know this, but you were very much wrong because everyone knew. Absolutely everyone knew about your feelings towards Harry, even Harry knew about your feelings towards him! Except you didn’t know that Harry and everyone else in the entire bloody world were aware of your more than little crush. (You had always been an oblivious person.)
“You should buy dinner fo’ me first before dragging me into the bedroom, love.” You had thrown a house party mainly to celebrate the success of Harry’s new album, but also because you needed an excuse to get wasted so that confident Y/N would come out to play.
“Hush. I just needed to talk to you about something. Something very, very important!” You smiled nervously, shutting the door behind you and trailing behind Harry to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve kept this from you for a while now, and I don’t think it’s fair of me to not tell you. I don’t want this to make everything super weird between us because it’s a totally normal thing and it’s not even a big deal.”
“I knew you were a secret agent. Who do yeh work for?” Harry joked, pointing a finger at you accusingly before squinting his eyes. Only Harry would crack a joke at a time like this.
“I… I, uh…” Considering the fact that you couldn’t piece words together to form a proper sentence, you knew you weren’t nearly drunk enough to tell Harry this. But it was too late! You dragged him into the bedroom and made a huge deal about how you had been wanting to tell him something for a long time, so you didn’t have a choice left. Just say it! I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. “I like you, but not in the best friend way, it’s more like the I-wanna-kiss-you-right-now kind of way.” Or you could say it like that. A+ for effort?
“Oh, I know.”
“And I’m sorry I didn’t let you know this, but I really wanted to, and-” You stopped midway through your little ramble, eyes widening as you looked up at Harry. “I’m sorry, you what?”
“I know.” A shit-eating grin grew on Harry’s features before he was shrugging casually, reaching over to pick some lint off the duvet. He knew?? How did he know? You were sure you had been careful with the way you acted towards him but obviously, you hadn’t been a very good actor. Oh god. What if he didn’t like you back? Or what if he said he liked you back out of politeness? Harry was a polite person. He hated negativity so it made sense that he would lie to you about liking you. It was pretty obvious you had a million and one thoughts clambering around in your head, but you couldn’t help it!
One thing you always hated about yourself was that you seemed to immediately shut off when someone expressed some form of affection towards you. You didn’t think it would happen in front of Harry, but it was definitely happening. You could practically feel your brain short-circuiting. Maybe if I tell him it’s just a prank he’ll back off.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about it, because I don’t actually like you and this is just an elaborate scheme to-”
“Y’know, I’m surprised it took you this long t’ tell me!” Harry clicked his tongue, pushing himself up off the mattress as he headed towards the door. “I figured you’d have to tell me sooner or later, but you really took your time, didn’t you?”
“Because I’ve liked you for a long time, but everyone told me to wait for you to tell me, which was kind of torturous but thank bloody God you finally said something because I felt like I was going to explode!” Harry laughed lightly, twisting the doorknob with a click.
“Anyways, I’m gonna head down and see what everyone else is up to. I know you’re probably still processing everything tha’s happening but if I don’ see yeh down there in five minutes I’ll give you a proper spank.”
“And I’m allowed to say tha’ cos we’re practically dating.”
He is in his usual spot: the side of the school building, cigarette in hand, overcoat pulled tightly over his body. As Eddie stares at Richie, he bites his lip and digs a hand in his backpack, feeling for the two lunchboxes he packed today. It’s Tuesday, two days before school break starts, and Eddie is both nervous and excited. Saturday (at three) is not so far away.
you know, I am not gonna sit by and watch this gay shit happen. Actually, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. TAEMIN MY GAY MOTHERFUCKER YOU GO BOY. LOOK AT BEAUTIFUL CHOI MINHO LIKE YOU WANT HIM FOR BREAKFAST LUNCH AND DINNER
Word Count: 14K+ Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Summary: After failing your Algebra test you have to ask Peter Parker– one of the best students– to be your tutor. As you get to know each other better, feelings begin to develop between the two of you. Warnings: None. A/N: This is one of the most common tropes and let me tell ya: I haven’t got one single regret. I kept characters nameless and generic because I don’t want to mess up the characterization of the Homecoming characters– but I’ll probably update this fic when it comes out to make it fit better in that universe. [F/N] stands for Full Name in case you don’t realize it.
You stare at the giant red F on your test and you feel your stomach clenching, because you studied so much for this test and it still wasn’t enough. The bell rings and your classmates stand up, rushing out of the room to get out as soon as possible– but you stay behind, putting everything on your backpack slower than usual. Once everyone is out you walk to your teacher and take a deep breath before coughing to get her attention.
“Ah, [Y/N]. I was thinking you were going to talk to me after class.” She says with a warm smile and that makes you feel worse– because she’s an incredible teacher and person and she tried so hard with you, but no matter how much effort comes from both of you the fact that you are a big class with many students is a guarantee that she just won’t be able to give you all the attention you need to fully understand what you have to do.
You smile back but it’s only half-hearted– and she sighs and joins her hands on top of her desk.
“You can take a make-up test in two weeks– and that’s the best I can do to help you work out a solution for your grade.” You feel your soul returning to your body and let out a sigh of relief, because not everything is lost.
“Thank you so much. I really tried but Algebra is just so hard for me–” You say apologetically and she lifts up a hand, shaking her head.
“I know you did. You’re a good student, [Y/N]. I know that. Which is why I have a suggestion for you– to help you understand Algebra better.”
“Yes! Anything, really.” You respond eagerly, nodding.
“A tutor. A student who has no problem with the subject and can explain things to you one on one– someone you can ask any questions you possibly have how many times you want.”
“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Well… I guess it’s because I only know two people who are good at Algebra, and they have way too much on their plates for me to ask them to tutor me on top of that. So, do you know about anyone I can ask?” You ask with a hopeful smile, while wracking your brain to try and remember which students in other classes are good at Algebra– but you’ve never cared enough to find out so you come up empty. Your teacher grins and nods.