i wish i could gif this scene until the end of time

Imagine Chris and the Avengers cast talking about you on Jimmy Kimmel.

You settled in your hotel room bed and turned on the television just in time to catch your husband, Chris Evans, and fellow cast members; Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner live on Jimmy Kimmel. You were meant to be at the interview with them but your commitment with your new movie sent you to London instead, and so there you were watching them answer the questions you were suppose to as well about the movie you all had acted in six months ago.

The interview started and the cast took their seats. You smiled at how handsome Chris looked in the outfit you had told him to take with him; everyone else looked great too. Seeing them made you miss their company and you wished you had been able to join them on the couch.

“It is so great to have you guys here tonight,” Jimmy addressed them with a wide grin. “The movie isn’t even out yet and everyone’s already excited to see part two.” The audience cheered their agreements. “Thank you all for coming out. I know all of you are very busy which is why we’re missing a few cast members tonight.”

The cast nodded in acknowledgement of your absence as well as a few others.

“Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, as well as your wife, Y/N,” Jimmy said to Chris and Chris nodded again, this time with a cute pout. “I heard she’s currently in London filming her next movie.”

“Yeah,” Chris chuckled. “She actually left for London like- a week after we wrapped up Infinity War. I headed home to relax and she went on to her next job, it definitely says a lot about our level of demand in the industry.” He joked and you chuckled softly. “No, I’m extremely proud of her. She’s up for an Oscar, did you guys know that?”

“How can we not? You talk about it all day every day,” Robert rolled his eyes as he pretended to be annoyed with Chris. “Even Y/N doesn’t talk about it as much as you do.” The room laughed. “No, seriously though- he talks about it all the time. Doesn’t he, guys?” He asked the cast for confirmation.

“All the time,” Scarlett and Jeremy nodded.

“Even Y/N tells him to shut up about it,” Mark chuckled.

“You’d think he was the one getting nominated,” Chris H added.

“He’s a proud husband,” Jimmy defended Chris.

“Yeah,” Chris laughed, “just leave me be.”

“He’s a lovesick puppy, that’s what he is.” Robert teased, glancing back at Chris. “Ever since the second he laid eyes on Y/N, he’s been head over heels for her.” The cast nodded and Chris blushed deeply, dropping his head. “You should have seen him the first time she walked on to the set, his eyes popped out of his skull and he became a huge blubbering mess.”

You giggled to yourself, remembering the day Robert was talking about. You’d been friends with Robert for quite a while now, having met on the set of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ in 2009. He was the one who took you around on your first day at the Marvel Studios and introduced you to everyone, including your husband. Chris was a huge mess the first time he met you, mainly because he was already a fan of your work and you were drop dead gorgeous in a black lace dress; he was a bit of a sucker when it came to lace.

“Yeah, okay,” Chris chuckled, “I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess when I met Y/N.”

“A bit?” Chris H scoffed then chuckled. “We were all embarrassed for you, dude. You’re lucky she’s ridiculously nice and ignored your rambling otherwise you wouldn’t be here with that ring on your finger. You lucked out with her, my man.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” Chris chuckled. “She reminds me everyday.”

He was joking- while you did remind him occasionally, mostly as a joke, sometimes when you were fighting- he didn’t need a reminder when it came to you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you even before the first date.

The two of you clicked pretty much immediately and every day on set became like a scene out of a romantic comedy. It got to a point where Joss had to keep you two apart because you and Chris couldn’t be in the same room without flirting and/or ending up in a fit of giggles.

Your relationship with him progressed with MCU film franchise. You met and started dating on the set of ‘The Avengers’, by 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, you’d moved in with him, he’d proposed during 'The Avengers: Age of Ultron’, and by the time 'Captain America: Civil War’ came around you’d been happily married for almost a year. The end of 'Infinity War: Part 1’ called for your first pregnancy- which the two of you were planning on keeping a secret until the three month mark. And by the end of 'Infinity War: Part 2’, your little miracle would have been born and introduced to the world.

“I know we’re here to talk about the movie but can we just discuss your personal life for a moment?” Jimmy asked Chris. “You and Y/N have been married for a while now, do you think we’re going to see little Captain Americas and little Agent 25s running around anytime soon?”

You pressed your lips together when you saw Chris’ reaction. He looked like he was definitely dying to tell someone but the two of you made a promise and neither of your families knew yet so he kept his mouth shut and let Jeremy made the first comment.

“He’s enough of a child for the both of them,” Jeremy joked. “You should see them out and about, they paint the town red till the break of dawn. It’s no wonder they work together 'cause I don’t think anyone else can keep up with them.”

You laughed, suddenly glad you weren’t there to be teased.

“You two like to party?” Jimmy asked, chuckling.

“Why do you think they don’t have kids yet?” Mark chuckled.

“So they’re the ones you guys call to have fun, Chris and Y/N?”

“Definitely.” Robert nodded. “Those two are absolutely hectic.”

“Mm hm,” the entire cast nodded with all their thumbs pointed at Chris.

“Nooooo, we’re not going to do that!” Chris held his hands up in surrender. “We’re on TV, guys! Our parents are watching this. C'mon, if Y/N sees this she’s going to lose her mind. We promised her no embarrassing stories, so c'mon!”

“If she doesn’t want any embarrassing stories about her then she should settle down,” Robert said. “Hear that, kid?” He addressed you through the camera. “Become a mom and everything embarrassing you’ve ever done is wiped clean off the slate.”

You chuckled and picked up your phone, texting Chris the following words.

Just break the news, babe. We’ll call our families after the interview. I know we said we’d wait but it’s happening so we might as well tell people. I know you’ve been dying to tell them anyway so go ahead, you’ve got my full support. ❤️️

After sending the text, you turned your attention back onto the TV screen. Chris flinched and you knew it was from the buzzing in his pocket. He subtly pulled his attention away from Jimmy and the rest and took his phone out of his pocket to read the text. You saw his smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. He looked up at the screen and winked, knowing you were watching.

“Hey guys, um-” Chris cleared his throat and drew the attention onto himself. “I’ve got something to announce. Y/N and I have been keeping this a secret for a while now and um- she actually just decided it was time we break the news. She just texted me telling me to announce it right here on Jimmy Kimmel.”

“No my God,” Scarlett gasped and turned to Chris a knowing smile. “Is she-”

The rest of the cast turned to Chris with widened eyes and excited smiles, waiting for confirmation.

“Yup,” Chris nodded, smiling. “We’re expecting our first child.” He said and the whole room gasped.

“Wow!” Jimmy clapped. “That is- congratulations, you guys. Y/N,” he looked into the camera. “We wish you could be here with us. Congratulations, you two are going to make wonderful parents.” He said and you smiled.

“No way!” Robert’s jaw dropped, his excited grin visible as he turned from Chris to the camera. “I knew it,” he pointed to the camera and you chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, kid. I can’t wait to meet your little one.”

“Congratulations, man!” Jeremy slapped Chris on the back excitedly.

“Yeah, welcome to the dad clan. You’re one of us now,” Chris H shook his hand, grinning.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” Mark told him, smiling. “You’re both going to make amazing parents.”

“Thanks guys,” Chris grinned. “I’m very excited as well.” He turned his attention back onto the camera, speaking directly to you. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to experience parenthood with and- I’m ready as long as I’ve got you by my side, sweetheart. I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes water as you picked up your phone and texted him your response.

I love you and I can’t wait to see you too.

Had a lot of fun with this one. I was initially going to add another scene but it ultimately became superfluous to the story. I’ve left it kind of open at the end, a bittersweet sort of meeting, but if someone would consider suggesting where it goes afterwards, I’d be okay with doing another part. In the meantime, thank you to @legrandfoyer for the request. Enjoy!

Prompt[s]: can I request? :D a tony x reader where the reader applies for a spot at banner’s lab, but by mistake ends up getting an interview with tony for the job of (tony’s) personal assistant?

‘An Interview with Tony Stark’

Despite having your hands on your thigh, somehow your foot was still finding a way to tap on the floor. The court shoes that you were wearing didn’t help to conceal the sound either. You fiddled with the end of your blouse’s sleeve and looked at the clock for the umpteenth time. Who knew that the clock hand would shift by one minute after 60 seconds had passed? It felt like much more time had passed.

Given the job you were applying for, part of you had expected to be interviewed in some sort of lab. Yet here you sat – dressed in a pantsuit and heels – in a surprisingly mundane office room. Sure it was modern, but there was only one monitor on the computer. How could they possibly be productive with only one monitor?

You looked at the clock once more. Your interviewer was late. How long did they expect you to sit there waiting? Perhaps it was a test. Just as you were beginning to ponder where the hidden cameras were, the lock on the door clicked and a brunette was using his back to push it open, stepping slowly so as not to spill the two cups of coffee he was holding.

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Unconfident Daryl

Daryl Dixon tells you he has a confession before one of your week long supply trips with Maggie, but once you return, Daryl seems a little hesitant to go through with it.


  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • 2024 Words
  • Warnings: Cussing, talk of sex.

The supply run was a complete bust, only arriving back at Alexandria with a few items on the list of things needed, plus a few things that weren’t listed. At this point, you couldn’t be too picky. Most towns were bare of anything salvageable and most runs took anywhere from two weeks to two months.

You fiddle with the small box in your hands, twisting it between your fingers as the truck pulls through the gates, seeing a very familiar face directing Maggie where to park. Abe was smiling, though you weren’t quite sure how to feel about that smile on his face. It was hard to pick Abraham sometimes, never knowing what was going through his mind.

“Find anything useful?” Abe asks, strolling over to your window and peering inside. He notices the box in your hand and raises an eyebrow. “That?”

“Shut up.” You push your door open and jump from the truck, landing on your feet perfectly. “It’s a gift.” You state as you walk by the ginger and help Maggie unload the bags. It wasn’t much, just a few cans of food and maybe there was a diaper bag in there for Judith. At this point, it was hard to remember what you grabbed.

“Hey!” Carl ran over, his hat sitting atop his head as usual, with a giant smile plastered across his cheeks. “Find any games?” He asked eagerly. The boy had been asking for any kind of entertainment for months now, since they found him a small gaming device that still worked, but only for the next couple of weeks. There was no way to charge it, bringing the fun to an end quickly for the growing boy.

Maggie’s lips turn down and she gently shakes her head at the young boy that had somehow passed her height. “Not this time, buddy.”

That doesn’t seem to bring Carl’s mood down too much. He grins, agreeing that next time they would have luck, and ran off to play with one of the other kids.

“What is with everyone?” You ask Maggie as you take the bags up to the kitchen. “It’s like a damn Hallmark movie up in here.”

Maggie laughs at your comment, nodding ever so slightly at the thought of such a happy life. “Wouldn’t that be nice? I can only remember the WalMart baby, though.”

“WalMart baby!” You giggle.

As you two talk about the movie, you come up to Daryl’s house. The garage door is open, revealing his precious motorcycle sitting in pieces. Though that wasn’t exactly what caught your attention. No, what caught your attention was the Dixon ass poking out from the hood of one of the old supply trucks. You knew it had run out of gas some time back and blown some sort of fuse. Daryl was asked weeks ago to fix it.

You feel your legs slow down as you got closer, wanting to linger just a little bit to watch as his butt wiggles in the air as he cussed at the engine and made a loud clanking sound with his tools.

Maggie gave you a small push toward the man and, with a wink, took the bag from you. She scurries off to meet Glenn, Rick, and Abe.

Feeling your heart race against your chest, you decide that now was the time. You make your way over to Daryl, the man you’ve had a crush on since you laid eyes on him. It was unsure why, seeing as you hardly dated before the apocalypse, leaving you a bit confused when it came to dating.

Not that you weren’t good looking or anything of the sort. Honestly, you always felt confident in your looks, especially without making yourself up and dressing in those frilly dresses all the girls used to wear. You were naturally pretty, you just weren’t into the dating scene all too much. Guys were never on top of your list.

“Son of a–!” Daryl pops his head up, sucking on his index finger as he whips around and catches you staring at him. His body tenses up as he slowly lets his finger fall from his lips, his eyes squinting, trying to figure you out as quickly as possible.

“I brought you something.” You force a smile onto your lips. Daryl was your crush, and Daryl liked to flirt back, but you always thought that was Daryl, giving in to your little game. You never thought he was serious about it, never. He would always make fun of the way you were looking at him, giving him the ‘fuck me’ look and licking your lips every time he rearranged his junk in front of you. You were completely and utterly smitten by this man.

“Me?” The words came out in a low growl, the very same growl that made your skin crawl and that smile to spread across your cheeks. “What is it?”

With a swift movement, you hand him the pack of cigarettes you knew he likes, unopened and with a working lighter tied around it. “Found it in the house we raided. Thought you could use it.” You shrug, remembering Daryl telling you a while ago that he was in need of a good smoke.

Daryl nods a thanks, though his lips remain in a thin line and his shoulders still look tense.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, not able to shake off the fact that Daryl was the only one in town that hadn’t smiled at you yet, or hardly given you much of a look at all. “Everyone else is in a good mood.”

A cigarette between his teeth already, Daryl lights it quickly and takes a long drag, fluttering his eyelids closed as he took in his nicotine. He breathes the smoke out, blowing it out of the corner of his mouth so it didn’t catch in your face. “Dunno.”

“What’s going on between us?” You bring your voice down, knowing that anyone could be eavesdropping.

He pocketed the pack and slips the stick between his fingers. “Not sure what you mean.” He grumbles and looks back inside the engine of the truck, clearly avoiding the subject.

A little bit of courage bursts inside you. You cross your arms over your chest. Maggie was right—you needed to talk to Daryl about this. All the mixed signals were getting in the way of something that could potentially be great.

“Just before I left, you acted like you wanted to tell me something and now you’re doing your best to push me away.” You point out the obvious, wishing you hadn’t the moment the words left your lips.

Daryl looks up at you, the cigarette hanging between his teeth as he flicks his eyes up to meet yours. His lips are still in a thin line and his jaw clenches. “That was before I started thinkin’, doll. I ain’t got nuthin’ to say.” And he went back to his tinkering.

“Daryl.” You say sternly, standing your ground and promising yourself not to back down now. “Why can’t we just have a normal conversation?”

“There ain’t nuthin’ worth sayin’.” Daryl flicks the bud onto the ground and stomps it out with the heel of his boot. His hair falls into his face, but he doesn’t push it back. It gives him a little cover from the truth.

Anger shot through you and you ball your left hand into a fist, ready to slam it on the hood of the nearest car. “Before I left, you started to say something. I want to know what that something was.” You demand him. “If it has anything to do with this age gap then—“

“Age gap?” His eyes move back, meeting yours as he straightens his back up and crosses his arms. His muscles flex and relax again, giving you a little shiver down your spine. You loved when Daryl went sleeveless and showed off those curvy arms of his. “Fuckin’ age gap? I don’t care ‘bout no age, Y/N.”

‘Then what is it?” You were no longer quiet, you raise your voice to get a point across. You wouldn’t let him go until he gave you an explanation this time. Daryl was a quiet man, likes to stick to himself, but he wouldn’t be able to just bury his emotions now.

Daryl shifts his weight from one foot to the other and kicks at a pebble on the ground, allowing his arms to fall at his sides. He turns his nose up to the sky just before he opens his mouth and tries to think of a way to answer that will both satisfy you and keep him out of trouble. “I can’t afford to lose you.”

That should have been something sweet shared between two lovers. Coming from a Dixon, it was much more. The sound of him saying those words to you melts your heart, even though you were still upset with him, it made this a little easier.

“You won’t lose me.” You smile, assuring the man.

Daryl looks up, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red at the realization of what he said. “Forget it.” He growls and returns to his job.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, but you found yourself padding over to Daryl and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. It was something you’ve dreamt of doing for weeks now. To feel his skin against yours, that was much needed. “You won’t lose me.”

He grabs both your wrists and shoves you off him, carefully. You drop your hands to your sides and it feels like your heart was ripped from your chest. Daryl watches you with his eyes narrowed and his chest heaving like a wild dog getting ready for an attack.

“If I let you get close, I’ll end up losing you.”

He wasn’t making any sense to you. You tilt your head to the left and let your own hair fall in your face, not bothering to push it aside. “If you let me closer, we can have a good time.”

“I’m too rough.” He rumbles.

“Rough?” You blink your eyes a couple of times, still very confused. “I can handle that.”

Daryl savagely shakes his head and flings his hair everywhere. “Naw. Naw, you can’t and I’m not allowing myself to take a chance.”

It takes you another minute to understand what Daryl was rambling about. You assumed, at first, he meant he was rough around relationships, hardly knowing how to be in one. Now, you were realizing he wasn’t talking about just the relationship. Daryl was scared of physically hurting you.

“I fuck up too bad.” Daryl goes on, but he didn’t seem to realize you were slowly moving closer to him, taking the final five steps to close the space between the two of you.

“Fuck me up, Daryl.” You purr, pressing your chest to his and leaning up on your tiptoes just a little. “Show me how you’re an animal in bed.”

Daryl gulps and his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips, all the way down to your breasts which are placed against his chest, wanting to pop out of that shirt you were wearing. He’s thinking hard on it, wanting to resists but at the same time, loving the challenge. The spark ignited in his eyes, shining through as he grabbed your waist with enough force to leave a bruise for weeks. You squeak and grab hold on the front of his shirt and wait until he crashes his lips into yours, not caring who saw, not caring that he was a bit sloppy at first.

Daryl Dixon was finally yours, rocking your world, promising you that he would get better with the boyfriend thing eventually. You loved his little fuck ups, though. The way he wasn’t sure how to comfort you other than to hold you and kiss your forehead or the way he awkwardly held your hand whilst walking down the street, unsure if he wanted the whole of Alexandria to know who he was seeing every night, bruising to the high heavens.

“Baby girl come here for a second.” you hear your boyfriend call from the living room where he’s sitting with his friend Jin “Ok. what do you want I’m busy trying to make dinner.” You stomp into the living room in the attire you thought company wouldn’t have to see which is only one of Namjoons shirts that fit largely on your frame and a pair of lacey black underwear. His shirt large enough to hide the fact you don’t got shorts. “Princess. Don’t talk to me like that. I was just going to tell you that Jin here is curious about the pretty little lady I told him I was dating you know we’re busy all the time so he never actually had the chance to meet you. Say your sorry and come here" he glared at you with his eyebrow raised and patted his lap. You walked forward towards the slender man across from your boyfriend “I am sorry.” turned around you settled yourself onto Namjoons lap wiggling your butt shifting your shirt up just so unintentionally showing your boyfriend you don’t have an shorts on. You nuzzle your face into the side of his neck whispering so only he could hear you “I’m sorry Daddy. I’ve been a bad girl. Please don’t punish me.” You felt his jaw clench tightly as he paused his conversation just long enough to shift you so you where sitting in such a way his member rested between your asscheeks and his right hand resting on the side of your ass. “So Princess. Tell Jin here your name.” You gave a shy smile and continued to do as he said “Hi. I’m y/n. thank you for taking such good care of this handful right here” you say giving Namjoons chest a small pat. You felt a tight squeeze. “Nice to meet you y/N. He has told me so much about you it’s finally nice to be able to meet you” he said with a polite smile. Namjoon adjusts his hops just so that he grinds into your ass once causing you to take a sharp breath. You knew you were going to be in for some hell. You rest your foot on the floor and begin to shake your leg impatiently knowing how long he plans on talking to his friend. With your body harshly moving from your leg shaking you barely noticed Namjoons small hip thrusts that would be almost unnoticeable unless you were paying serious attention to our laps. The devilish man under you continued to talk to Jin not missing a beat, the man across from you utterly clueless as to the evens unfolding in front of him. You feel Namjoons dick harden between your asscheeks causing a small trickle of warmth to spill between your legs.You lean your head back still shaking your leg not wanting these small thrusts to stop you turn your face to his neck breathing against his neck “Daddy” He stops hearing you call him by that name. You stop shaking your leg and begin to stand up. “I’m gonna go finish dinner. ill make a plate for Jin too.” You walk into the kitchen hearing Namjoons behind you telling him he’ll be right back with 2 beers. You feel him shove you against the fridge by your neck squeezing just enough that you take your bottom lip in your teeth. he leans forward and gives your neck one soft teasing bite before his hot breath tickles your ear “Stop playing games with Daddy just because he has company kitten. How dare you not have shorts on with Daddies friend sees your precious sweet treats that belong solely to me.” He turns you just enough that your ass is out towards him. he grips your cheeks between his hands and falls quickly to his knees liking the view he licks a long stop from your hit core to unexplored hole. He moved your unwear to the side just enough that he can swirl his tongue against your untouched heat. You gasp softly unexpectedly shoving your hips back against his tongue. He stands up pulling your hair “Be good kitten. Don’t make me punish you” He grabs 2 beers waking out of the kitchen leaving your fingers to quickly dip below your panty line and feel the warmth pooling at the bottom of your underwear. You finish up dinner “Dinner is ready” you say as you walk out with the boys plates you lean down to put Jins plate in front of him. As you leaned I’ve the front of the shirt bagging out slightly exposing your black lacey underwear. You gave Namjoons his plate and set yours down next to it as he grabbed you roughly by the waist pulled you back down onto his lap whispering into the back of your neck. “I saw that kitten. So did Daddies friend I saw it. He licked his lips like a greedy kid seeing my treats. After dinner I’m sending him home and you are fucked Princess.” You ate in silence as the boys happily carried on with their conversation “Hey man. I’m sorry in gonna head to bed I’m still kinda worn out from the tour.” Jin smiled and agreed shaking hands with the sexual devil you call a boyfriend.“ as soon as Jin walked out he shoved you off his lap and bent you over the couch exposing your ass. “What was that kitten? Did you want to be punished. Did you want Daddies friend to see my snack.” As he finished his sentence his hand landed on your ass with a sharp smack. You cried out and turned to look up at him “Of course not Daddy. I didn’t mean to.” He growled at the site of the fresh red mark making it’s way across your ass and the wetness that began to trickle down your leg. “Bad girls don’t get a treat. Good daddies do though and today Daddy wants something new.” The way his voice sounded sent a shock through your body he walked up behind you grabbing your hips pulling your underwear down exposing your ass. “This is my treat today not this” He leans down brushing his nose against your dripping core as he leans back up to kiss your right asscheek. You whimper wiggling your hips trying to lead him back down to where you need himmost. “Not today Kitten. You were bad.” He grips your waist hard enough it was surely to leave bruises. He licks down your ass lingering at your puckered entrance he sticks his tongue in darting it quickly in and out softening it up. He pulls himself up leaning over you his face in your neck as he sticks one finger in “Shit Princess your sucking my finger right into you.” You cry out softly at the new feeling. You feel your backside sting as he adds a new finger. “Princes you’ll have to let Daddy loosin you up or your gonna hurt tomorrow.” He kisses down your back until he reaches your dripping hot core. He gives it a small kitten lick before trailing back up to replace his fingers with his tongue. He moistens up your puckered hole as whips out his rock hard member pumping it quickly. He stands gentally running the tip against your slightly gaping hole. He pushes in slightly causing a sharp hiss to escape your lips “quiet kitten. Daddy doesn’t want to hear any protest.” He pushes in quickly your eyes filling with tears as a cry escapes past your lips “Daddy please” you cry out not used to him being in this untouched part of your body. He grabs your hair pulling you instinctively start to move your hips back and forth a tear falling from your eye as you feel yourself being stretched. “Damn princess. you’re so fucking tight. you’re body is sucking me in. ugh- fuck” He growls deep from in his throat as he starts to snap his hips against your ass. Your cried quickly turn to little mewls of pleasure as he starts rubbing your clit in rough quick circles. “Daddy I’ve been a bad girl please teach me a lesson” He takes a finger and slips it between your lips “Suck it kitten.” You quickly do as you are told taking his finger and swirling tour tongue bobbing your head imagining it was his hot member that’s currently wrecking your ass. You groan onto his fingers as you feel a knot build in your stomach you arch your back to meet his thrusts. Namjoon notices the small change and removes his fingers from your sensitive bud “what did I say kitten your not cumming tonight only daddy is.” You cry out at the loss of friction from the bundle of nerves. “Daddy please” You try to rub yourself but he quickly removes your hands grabbing your wrists holding them behind your back “No way. Stop that baby girl.” You cry out as he gives a deep thrust. He Pulls your arms back just far enough that he’s as deep as he could possibly get his head falls back and a deep throaty groan makes it’s way past his plump lips “uhh~ kitten~ you feel so good against daddies cock. you’re doing such a good job princess. being so good~” His thrusts get quicker and sloppier as he gets close to his climax. He leans over your back letting you have your arms back as he grabs your throat squeezing your airways just enough that euphoria sweeps throughout your body. He bites into your shoulder followed by a tight squeeze to your throat as you feel his load fill your ass. You cry out wishing you could follow along with the high. He pulls out cum dribbling from your stretched freshly fucked hole. He pants looking at your sweaty panting form his cum falling out of you. A scene he mentally took a picture of to bring him to his end when you aren’t around to do so. “Kitten you look so good with my cum filling you. Fuck” He places a harsh slap on your ass wiping away the sweat that was pouring down his face. You arch your back sticking your ads far up in the air “Look at that pretty pink pussy just dropping sweetnes down your legs… tsk tsk too bad kitten wasn’t good today Daddy really would have loved to finish up with a sweet treat. Maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt..” He takes his index finger and wiped up collecting as much of your juices as he could before bringing it to his lips. He bites his lip eyes drifting shut “Princess you taste so sweet If only” You purr quietly as you turn your head eyes half shut before you wiggle your ass in his direction “Daddy next time can we use toys… and both holes.” Namjoon lunges forward taking your earlobe inbetween his teeth “Dont tempt me kitten. I want to destroy your pretty pussy but for now you get nothing.“ You smile innocently at him thinking of all the ways you could get yourself in trouble “Yes Daddy”.

Imagine getting together with Chris.

A/N: Part 5 is here and I think I just died. OH MY GOD! As the writer, and as a reader- AHHHHHHHH! I’m sorry, I’m so calm right now. (No I am not, my heart) You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B) Please enjoy! X

Chris laid sprawled on his couch with furrowed brows, tapping his TV remote against his bare chest. It was 1:48AM and he had an early morning meeting tomorrow, but he was still wide awake. He couldn’t sleep because he had too much on his mind, like the fact that you were yet to read the letter he’d left- admitting his love for you- at your apartment. Since he left said letter at said apartment, with each hour that ticked by- he’d been texting your best friend asking if you’d read it. Each time, he’d get a text back from Ava telling him the same thing: “she’s not home yet.” It finally got to the ninth hour at 11:00PM that he stopped texting Ava and texted you instead, not to ask about the letter but to see if you were okay. Which brought forth the other thing that was keeping him up.

Chris had texted you to ask if you were okay, and you’d sent back a simple “perfect.” Now what was that suppose to mean? Were you perfect because your date with Sam went well? Were you perfect because you’d read his letter and was thinking about your answer? No, you couldn’t have read the letter already. You wouldn’t have just texted if you’d read it. He knew you and he knew you would’ve called if you’d read it, unless- you didn’t feel the same way, or had changed your mind about him since hearing about Scarlett and going on that date with Sam. He should’ve addressed that rumor the second it came out, talked to you about it instead of calling Scarlett and laughing about it. If he lost you because of it, it was his fault and his fault alone.

“What am I going to do, bud?” Chris asked Dodger, his best friend who was half asleep by his feet. “What am I going to do if I lose her?” Dodger looked up when Chris sat up and reached down to smooth his hand over his pup’s head. “She’s the one and I was too afraid to tell her that when I had the chance, and now-” He cut himself off with a huff, scratching Dodger’s head ever so gently. “I’m a real fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“I’d say.”

Chris was so distracted that he didn’t even hear you come in from the back door; you’d a set of keys because he trusted you and occasionally needed you to come take care of Dodger for him. He jumped to his feet, feeling his heart in his throat. You were crying, but it was out of pure and utter joy as well as love for the man standing in front of you. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but no sound came forth. He’d play a thousand different scenarios in his head and ways to respond, but now that it was actually happening- he’d no clue what to say. He stepped over Dodger and started towards you, stopping when you took a step back. You held up the letter that you’d read four times in the cab ride over with the help of your iPhone’s torch. Each time you’d read it- you fell even harder for Chris; words you wanted to use to form a response danced in your mind. But now, as you stood in front of him, you couldn’t speak either. God, the two of you were made for each other.

“Y/N, I’m not dating Scarlett,” Chris finally spoke. Upon hearing those words leave his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. As important as that piece of information was, he wished his first words to you were “I love you.” Which was what he said next, drawing more happy tears from your eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he started towards you again, stopping when you held up a hand.

“I’m sorry, I just- I need a moment,” you told him and he nodded understandingly. “I um- This was-” you held up the letter, smiling. “It was a very Fan fic Chris thing to do,” you said and you both managed a light laugh. “How did you learn to write like that? Those first two paragraphs-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, chuckling. “I don’t think we need to talk about my writing capabilities right this very second, do you?” He quizzed and you shook your head, swallowing. “You came here to tell me something,” he began as he slowly inched closer to you; step by step. “You came here to answer a question, to confess your true feelings.” You nodded slowly, feeling your heart on the verge of exploding. “So how about,” he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards him, “we get to that?”

“You’re not wearing a shirt,” you blurted out and grimaced at how awkward you were. Chris laughed, because how awkward you were was one of the things he loved about you. “I um…” You couldn’t believe how difficult it was to talk around a shirtless Chris; how his female co-stars managed was beyond you. His hands rubbing small, gentle circles into your sides weren’t helping your ability to speak coherently either. “Can you-” you put a hand on his chest to push him back; his heat radiated through your palm. “I just need some space so I can think.”

“I think we’ve done enough thinking, don’t you?” He returned to his original position, but this time a little closer and his grip a little tighter. “I’m done thinking and so are you,” he whispered as he dipped his head. With his lips inches from yours, his minty breath warm against your cheeks. “Do you love me?” He asked gently and you felt yourself nod as you got lost in his eyes; he smiled so wide, his pearly whites blinded you. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked and got another breathless nod from you. “Good, because I love you and I want to kiss you too.”

The second his lips touched yours, everything fell into place. You realized that saying was a cliché you’d used many times before, in a quite a few of your stories, but not once had you truly understood or felt what you wrote. Not until now, not until you had Chris’ soft and supple lips pressed against yours. It was insane how good and how right it felt, and how many more clichés played through your mind. “He kissed you like your lips were the air that he needed to breathe”, and “he kissed you like there was no tomorrow”, and “his lips touched yours and sparks flew.” In that very moment, as his hands gently caressed your face while his lips worked against yours tenderly, attentively, and passionately- you lived through every romantic, breathtaking kiss scene you’d ever written. It felt like pure and utter magic- and yes, you realized that was yet another cliché but God, you didn’t care. You were happy because you were kissing the one you could, and had pictured forever with.

“Fuck,” Chris breathed when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he chuckled breathlessly and you shook your head, smiling. You could feel how flaming hot your cheeks were, as well as how wide your smile was; it was wider than it’d ever been. “I don’t mean to swear in your face, I just- that was fucking amazing. I mean- Fuck,” he cussed again, laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“Why don’t you do it again?” Your arms wrapped around his neck as you inched closer to his lips.

You didn’t have to ask him twice; he chuckled and kissed you again, moaning ever so softly when your hands found their way into his un-gelled hair. Now you weren’t a girl he wanted to rush things with because he respected you, but he was so swept up- in the passion, and the romance, and the very obvious lust in the air- that he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached under your thighs and he swiftly lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You knew what was happening and what would happen if you let it, and though you always promised your mom you wouldn’t rush into things- this was Chris and she’d always wished you’d end up with him after reading your series. Now that the opportunity had arise, surely she wouldn’t blame you for taking things a little faster than usual. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on you, the letter made it pretty damn clear he was here to stay.

He broke the kiss and smiled, carrying you as he started towards the stairs. He didn’t know who to thank for you, just every thread in the universe that brought the two of you together. You did the same thing, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“Does Ava know you’re not going to be there when she wakes up?” That question was his subtle was of asking for consent; he wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with. He knew the hold he had on you, but he’d never use it to his advantage. Similarly, you knew the hold you had on him and you’d never use that to your advantage either.

“I think Ava will figure it out.”

“Yeah,” Chris bit back his growing smile, “I think she will too.”

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Title: The First Ultrasound

@magikat409​ requested: Been having a stressful week, and could use some Patrick fluff to ease my pain :D Patrick and his wife go in for an ultrasound to see their child for the first time, only to find out a special surprise is in store for them? Like twins or triplets? It’s your call! TYVM hun <3

Character(s): Patrick Sullivan and Reader
Summary: You and Patrick find out some surprising news at your first ultrasound.
Word Count: 1,881
Author’s Note: This one is for @magikat409! I hope you have a much better week and I sure hope this was okay! Also, everyone go follow her! She’s written a few stories and believe me, you will not be disappointed! They’re all so good! Plus, I had to watch a certain scene from The Accidental Husband and ended up watching the entire movie, lol. JDM is just so charming. Anyway, I love this idea and I hope I did it justice! Enjoy! :-)

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Loki doesn’t speak French, I’ve decided. C’est la vie. So for those of you who guessed it, this is the Sleeping Beauty part of our show - and the end of it. Should be as infuriating as usual for you all. Enjoy!

Prompt[s]:  When I said the stuff about cold, dead hands, I didn’t mean for you to literally try and kill me! That wasn’t nice of you… But I love Brynjolf, great character!😂

Does she always founds some serious conflict? Like, I know some unlicky gals, but come on! 😁😁 

 FIRST OF ALL WHY. (btw talking bout the tower) WHY

‘The Tower’ (Part 18)

All Chapters // Part 17

Brynjolf stayed for a while, as promised. He said very little, to Loki’s delight, contenting himself instead on cleaning his weapons whilst he sat near you, keeping an eye on your health as he worked.

Thankfully, there wasn’t much for him to tend to. Aside from being completely out cold, there was nothing noticeably wrong with you. No sweating, no shivering, no blood to stop flowing. For whatever reason, however, this worried Loki more. When you’d first arrived at the tower, you’d had cuts and bruises and all sorts of ailments. Things he could fix. Now you were just… here. Knocking at death’s door and still waiting for an answer.

The most trouble the two men had encountered was deciding whom was responsible for changing you out of your wet clothes.

After the first night in which you hadn’t awoken, Loki exhausted a lot of his magic attempting to wake you himself. Obviously, it hadn’t worked. The second night passed also without consequence. By the third night, even Brynjolf seemed visibly worried.
“If she don’t wake up soon, that powder won’t be what kills her. She’ll starve or dehydrate in her sleep.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Loki murmured as he paced the room. “But we’ve eaten most of our food supplies between the two of us. We don’t have enough that we could feed her even if she awoke.”

Brynjolf scratched his chin thoughtfully, a sprinkle of fiery hair littering his knuckles. As well as this, he also had a braided moustache which sat above his lip and extended all the way down his face until it blended with a large buzzing beard. His loud personality accentuating his short, stout stature, and contradicted the soft blue eyes that were covered by eyelids as he sighed. Loki looked even leaner in his company.

“Alright,” Brynjolf declared, jumping up into his boots, “I’ll go out for some grub.” He shouldered his crossbow and made for the main door. Loki followed him out of the room, all the way to the top of the staircase.
“Just like that?”
“I don’t like it as much as you, pal,” Brynjolf called back. “But ye’ don’t seem like the hunting type, and I wouldn’t let you use my crossbow even if you was. Don’t worry though, I’ll be back before tonight with something juicy.”

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT : 2 058


Both Kai and Reader have feelings for each other but none of them is willing to admit it to the other until Reader gets injured… 

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It was Friday night and Y/N and Kai were supposed to meet at the movies. There was this scary movie Kai wanted to see and she had been more than happy to agree because it meant that during the scary scenes , he’ll hold her hand and pull her close to him. They’d sit in the back , away from the other viewers , as if they are the only people there. Y/N had feelings for him , but knew that he most likely didn’t feel the same way about her , so she kept quiet. Some times Kai would do or say something , making her wonder if he does have feelings for her , but … he never acted on it and she thought it she had imagined it.

Y/N walked down the street towards the cinema when her phone rang.
Kai. said the called ID. She smiled and answered.
“Hey.” she said smiling.
“When are you getting here? ” Kai said on the phone.
“I’m just turning down the street…” she said. “Be with you in a jiffy.”
Kai laughed from the other end of the phone.
“Alright , see you in a jiffy then.” he said smiling and hang up.

A moment later Kai saw her coming from other side of the street and his heart stopped for a moment. It happened every time he saw her. Y/N knew his past and everything he had done and had accepted him just the way he was , even before the merge. Y/N never judged him based on his past instead she supported him and had been there for him every single time he needed someone. He’d call her in the middle of the night or just turn up at her place unannounced and she’d let him in. They’d sit together and Y/N would listen and comfort him. Kai didn’t know how or when exactly he had fallen in love with her but he knew there was no changing that.

Y/N was crossing the street towards him when out of nowhere a car showed up and hit her , the driver not stopping. 
“Y/N !” Kai screamed running towards her. Y/N laid on the ground semi conscious. He pulled her into his arms , brushing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she tried to stay awake.
“You will be OK.” he said , his voice trembliing. “You will be OK ….“
Y/N reached her hand towards his cheek ; she wanted to touch him , comfort him but when she tried to speak no sound came out. There were so many things she wanted to tell him … Y/N tried to speak once again , only one wish popping into her head. If this was to be the end for her…
“Smile , please …” she said weakly. “I want to see your smile again.”
“You will be OK , just hold on…” he said , adding a weak smile afterwards.
“Kai , I …” she started to say but didnt get the chance to finish. Her eyes closed and she drifted into darkness./

Kai’s eyes were full of tears as he pulled her body closer to his. He could still feel her heartbeat…barely but still there.
“No , no. Please don’t leave me!” Kai said , his voice breaking. “You can’t die , you hear me! You can’t die , not now …” tears starting to roll his cheeks.
He felt as if air was being sucked out of his lungs , his heart breaking to million pieces watching Y/N’s unconscious body and knowing he can’t do anything to help her. A few moments after , he heard the sirens of the ambulance. The doctors lifted her body onto a gurney and Kai got into the ambulance with them , holding Y/N’s in his feeling her warmth not letting go.
After they arrived at the hospital , Kai spent hours pacing the hallway waiting for the doctors to come out and tell him what had happened. He was barely able to control his emotions , he felt sad , angry and broken at the same time. He punched a wall , bruising his hand but he didnt care about the pain , actually he didnt feel the pain on his hand at all. His heart was aching for Y/N. All he wanted was to take Y/N home , tell her how he felt about her before it’s too late …
After what seemed to him ages , the doctors finally came out to talk to him.
Soon after they transferred Y/N to a single room. His heart breaking a little at the sight of her in a hospital bed.
Kai held her hand and leaned over her , resting his forehead on hers.
“Come back to me , Y/N.” he whispered.“ Please come back to me… I love you.” he whispered , pressing his lips on hers.

Nearly a whole day passed before Y/N woke up.
Kai was sitting on a chair by Y/N’s hospital bed , holding her hand. His eyes were red and puffy from all the tears he had shed. The past few hours had been the worst in his life. He never knew pain such as this existed. It was as if someone had ripped his heart out and sent him straight to hell causing him the same excruciating pain over and over again.
The doctors had told him that it will take a while before she wakes up , but she will make full recovery… tho that didn’t make him feel any less worried. They had had to take out her spleen and she had bruised ribs and a broken leg but other than that she was alright.
Kai brought her hand to his lips , gently kissing her fingers. He felt broken , part of him fearing he’d never be able to feel whole again. He should’ve told her he loved her…. he should’ve told her when he first realised what those feelings meant.
Y/N squeezed his hand slightly. Kai’s eyes turning to look at her straight away feeling a flicker of hope.
“Y/N?” he said softly. “Please wake up …”
A few moments later he saw her eyes flutter and she opened them , her eyes taking in the room , her gaze falling on Kai. He felt a rush of relief seeing her beautiful eyes open again.
“Kai …” she said weakly.
“Shhh … Don’t talk.” he said softly , a smile on his face.
“Where am I?” she asked anyways.
Kai sighed. Even when in a hospital , she never listened.
“You are in a hospital. After that car hit you …” he said , swallowing hard lowering his gaze for a second. Kai was trying hard not to start crying again. “.. they brought you here… How are you feeling ?” he asked worry in his voice.
Y/N looked at him and felt her heart flutter but also break because Kai looked shattered. She couldn’t stand seeing him like this - puffy red eyes , messy hair a , she wanted to hug him and comfort him…
“A little sore.” she managed a small laugh. Kai’s eyes lit up at the sound. “Have you been here the whole time?” she asked , her voice a little louder this time. He nodded.
“I couldn’t leave you …” Kai said. Y/N managed a weak smile.
“Thank you.” she said giving his hand a squeeze.
“Y/N , there is something I … something I have to tell you.” he said nervously. Y/N looked at him confused , fear flashing in her eyes for a split second. “I … ” Kai started to say but suddenly changed his mind. No , this is not the way to tell her. It should be special. he thought. “It can wait.” he said leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You need to rest… and I am not going anywhere.”
Y/N was confused by what had just happened and wanted to ask him what it was about but she was starting to drift away again.
“Is that a promise?” she asked her voice barely louder than a whisper this time.
“It’s a promise.” Kai said , but Y/N didn’t hear him. Her eyes had already closed again , meds pulling her into a deep sleep.

Kai spent the next few days at the hospital with Y/N , never leaving her side. She spend most of the time unconscious due the painkillers , but every time she opened her eyes and saw Kai standing over her , she always smiled. Those were the only moments he felt able to breath again.
Kai had called her friends to come over at the hospital. He had asked them to heal her with vampire blood but when Y/N found out she had said No.
  
“People in this town have a bad habit of turning into vampires …” she had said. “I’d rather not turn into one …”

After Y/N was discharged from the hospital , Kai drove her home and helped her get settled in.
“I am going to take very good care of you.” he said helping her sit on the couch , elevating her broken leg. “Is there anything you want ? Ice cream ? Hot chocolate ? Pancakes ? ”
You. I want you. she wanted to say.
“Some ice cream would be awesome. Cookie dough and you pick the other flavour.” she said smiling.
“Got it.” he said winking at her before walking into the kitchen for the ice cream. He grabbed the ice cream (rocky road for him) from the freezer and two spoons before heading back towards the living room. “Here you go.” Kai said , sitting down next to her on the couch. She scooted over to him , her shoulder slightly brushing against his.
They were both silent for a few minutes , Y/N glancing at him and smiling. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her , even after everything that had happened there was a glow in her eyes and she seemed happy. Kai leaned in closer wanting to kiss her but he stopped himself.
“Y/N … I … I don’t know how to say this.” he said breaking the silence. Suddenly Kai felt more nervous than ever , his hands shaking and his heart about to leap out his chest.
Y/N left her ice cream to the table and took his hands in hers , looking into his eyes. “Just say it…” she said smiling.
Kai intertwined his fingers with hers and took a deep breath.
“I am in love with you , Y/N.” he said smiling , his eyes locked with hers.“ I’ve been in love with you for months and wanted to tell you so many times , but it was never the right moment…” he paused for a second. ”And then the other night when that car hit you and I held you in my hands thinking you might die , it made me realise how stupid I’ve been all this time. I should’ve told you about my feelings for you earlier. The thought of losing you and never been able to tell you how much I love you nearly killed me.” words pouring out of him. “I love you , Y/N. I love you more than anything in the world.. and I’ll understand if you just want to be friends , I just - … I don’t ever want to lose you. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want you in my life forever.”

Y/N smiled at him. So he did have feelings for her. Kai’s blue eyes were piercing into hers , waiting for an answer.
“I love you too , Kai. I thought you didn’t feel the same way about me , that’s why I didn’t tell you. I love you.” she said , wide smile on her face.
Kai’s face lit up hearing her words all the sadness draining away replaced by happiness. He tried to speak but Y/N pressed her lips against his , not letting him. He pulled her close feeling happier than he has ever had in his life. She loved him too and nothing else mattered.
"I love you , Y/N.”  Kai said , kissing her deeply. 

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Hey guys! This is just my reaction/summary post of the BTS Concert in Newark (Thursday, 3/23)! I’ll be going into a lot of detail, but bare with me. I’ve linked all the fancams I took throughout the post, so you can check that out :)

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BEFORE THE CONCERT

Alright so first things first…I’ve been following BTS since ~May/June 2014, and this was the first time I was actually able to go to a live concert. I WAS LITERALLY BEYOND THE MOON when I got tickets, and I was so excited that I was badgering everyone I knew with my fangirling. BTS means so much to me, they got me through some of the hardest times in my life, and they gave me happiness and hope. So getting to go to one of their concerts, see them and support them in person, was such a blessing.

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You knew you’d regret smart mouthing Tazerface but with a name like that who could blame you? You looked at the door they had just hauled a defeated Yondu and a cursing Rocket through. You could still hear Rocket threatening the men and promising to get you and Groot out of there.
If there were two things these men had not seen in a long time it was a talking tree and a woman. Both of which they now had caged and bound up.
“I AM GROOT!” Groot screamed, clinging onto the bars of his cage, trying to pull them apart. One of the men noticed this and flicked Groot hard in the stomach sending him flying to the other side of the cage with a small thud.
“Hey asshole!” You shouted gaining the man’s attention. “You leave him alone! Comprende?!”
The man’s laughter filled the ship. He threw Groot’s cage to the floor and made his way over to you. Your arms and legs were still bound meaning you couldnt have defend yourself again the slap you received. Groot shouted at the sight of it and tried again to break free from the cage which was now rolling on its side like a defective hamster ball.
You watched in horror as another one of the crew scooped the cage back up and let Groot out only to wrestle him into a small Ravagers uniform. Another then poured his alcohol over Groot. Groot tried his best to make his way towards you but was kicked away as soon as he got close. You could see the distress in his big brown eyes and it broke your heart.
“It’s going to be okay Groot - don’t you worry about me.” You said forcing a smile.

Since Groot had become a seedling you had become a mother figure to him. This was cermented when you and Rocket had finally gotten together, him being basically a father to Groot anyway. You were suprised that everyone had accepted your relationship, if anything they seemed extremely happy for the two of you. Peter even joked that since the two of you had become ‘official’ Rocket had become more 'bearable to be around’.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that lady!” Shouted Tazerface. He leant over you and grabbed your hair, pulling you forward out of the chair you were sat in. You did your best to stop the fall but could only do so much with bound wrists. The only thing holding you up was Tazerface’s grip on your hair. He dragged you towards the door that lead to the air lock. You started to shout and wriggle - anything to get you away from it. You had watched helplessly as loads of Yondu’s faithful men had met their demise there. Their iced over bodies still floated on the other side of the glass and it looked as if you were going to join them. Groot continued to scream so one of the men grabbed him and threw him back in the cage before carrying him out of the room.
Tazerface forced you into the small compartment and slammed the door shut. You fell to the floor and looked up at him through the window. His finger hovered over the button that opened the main door and a creepy smile covered his disgusting face.

“You should be more careful of what you say to the new Captain of the ship!”

Rocket had always said you were a 'stubborn woman’ and that 'one day your mouth will get you killed’. You had always laughed him off but now you were starting to think he had been right all along. However, it seemed you had already gained yourself a death sentence so what was the harm in pushing a little bit further?
“You will never be a captain - especially with a name like fucking Tazerface!” You laugh despite your fear.

“I could do it you know! Send you out there with the rest of those spineless Yondu worshipping bastards!”

“Then what are you waiting for? An apology? You’re sure as shit not going to get one of those.”

“I want you to break! I want to hear you plead for your life!”

“I’ve never once pleaded for anything and I’m not going to start now.” You said keeping eye contact.
The ropes on your wrists and ankles were starting to hurt now and the patch of hair that Tazerface had lifted you by stung.

“The I will keep you in here! Keep you in here until you either beg or I get bored of you.” With that he turned and walked away, leaving you alone.

You didn’t fear much but one thing you hated was confined spaces. Only Rocket knew of your claustrophobia and always did his best to make sure you were never put in a situation where it would flare up. He wasn’t here now though, he wasn’t here to comfort you and keep you calm. You could feel your breathing begin to quicken and when one of the crews frozen bodies bumped off the glass next to you, you began to sob uncontrollably. Without a distraction you could feel the familiar weight in your chest and the feeling of the air getting thicker. You tried your best to compose yourself but the thought of being kept in here made you feel sick and you were sure the walls were closing in.

You must have been there for hours when someone finally let you out. You were shaking and had your eyes closed tightly. Your breathing was still laboured but your tears had stopped.

“It’s okay (f/n), I’m here. Come on, we need to get going.” You felt yourself relax at the familiar voice and when you felt a small warm hand stroke your cheek you finally opened your eyes.

Rocket looked from you to the air lock compartment. He noted how small the space was and felt a pang of guilt fill his body. If only he had been able to get to you sooner. He didnt want to think about how scared you must have been. He quickly chewed the ropes around your wrists and ankles and saw how raw the skin underneath them was. It was obvious that you had tried your hardest to escape them. He pulled you into a hug that you returned eagerly and strokes the back of your neck.

“Come on princess, we have a ship but we need to go quickly.” He whispers before placing a quick kiss to your temple. “I promise everything is gonna be fine.”
He moved away slightly and took your hands in his. He pulled you up gently and lead the way.

He was going to make the person that did that to you pay. No one places you in a position like that and gets away with it. He could feel his anger boiling as he reached the door of the ship. At least it was pretty roomy. He entered first and made sure to give you the seat furthest away from everyone in order for you to calm down fully.
Once they were airborne he walked over to you and simply sat on your lap. He knew you liked to hug him close when you were frightened and ,strangely, he didn’t mind being used as a teddy bear by you. Instinctively your arms wrapped around him and he buried his face in your neck. He whispered comforting words as you ran your fingers through his fur.

Yondu and Kraglin exchanged glances before returning to look at the scene in front of them. This, they did not expect.

“Well rat, I’d never have had you down as the cuddling type!” Yondu laughed, putting an end to the silence.

“Only for (f/n),” Rocket mumbled quietly. “so don’t get any ideas.”
Rocket normally would have attacked him for laughing but right now he wanted to make you feel safe. There was plenty of time for revenge later.


You fell asleep holding Rocket, the whole situation had completed worn you out. Quietly Rocket had slipped from your arms and made his way back to his own chair.

“What was wrong with her?” Yondu asked quietly. Glancing from you to Rocket.

“She don’t like no small spaces. One of your men… they had her trapped in the air lock all night. I swear, if I had of ran into him… I would have-” Rocket’s anger over the situation grew again.

“They’re all dead now rat, they got what they deserved.” Yondu flipped some controls and left the ship on auto.
“So, you and (f/n), huh?” He smirked slightly.

“…Yeah.” Rocket avoided eye contact and took to looking back over to your sleeping form. He still couldn’t quite believe it himself. “Just wish I could have done something to help her.”

“Hey, you comforted ya girl. That all you could have done. Ain’t seen none of my men being used as a cushion before… I think that shows how much you love her. As I said, those men, they’re dead now. It ain’t ever going to happen to her again.”

Rocket’s ears twitched slightly. He had never imagined he’d hear Yondu say the word 'love’ without gagging. Then again, he never thought he would use it either.
“Guess so… I just hope she doesn’t b-”

“She won’t blame you, there was nothing you could have done.” Yondu interrupted.

Rocket nodded lowering his gaze. He played with his fingers and tried to ignore the guilt still swamping his small body. He’d find a way to make it up to you, even if it meant being a living teddy bear for the rest of his days.

Imagine Chris getting the first flight back to you.

A/N: Part 4! Ughhh, so much angst. Damn you, brain. Whhhhyyyyy? On a brighter note, how cute was Seb and Ava trying to save the day? (Talk about best friends for life.) You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3)

The line cut off and the dial tone droned; Chris stood there stunned with the phone still pressed to his ear. What had just happened? How did things go so wrong, so fast? His hand dropped to his side in defeat as his thumb ended the call on his end. He looked around his vicinity; he watched the strangers on the street, looking for someone- a sign, something- anything to tell him he was dreaming, that you didn’t just break up with him. You didn’t break up with him, you couldn’t have. The two of you had a life to live out together- there was a plan to follow, a destiny to fulfill…This was never part of that plan, he wasn’t meant to lose you. What had he done? Why did he call? Why did he say what he didn’t mean? There were a million questions that he wanted an answer to, but the most prominent one, begging for an immediate answer was “can I get her back?”

“Taxi!” Chris called as he held out an arm. He knew what would happen if he left without saying a word; he knew if he didn’t get back before he was due to film his next scene- Kevin, the Russo brothers, and his cast would have a fit; he knew all that, but he also knew none of it mattered if you were no longer a part of his life. “Hey, taxi!” He yelled again, catching the attention of a passing cabbie who sensed his urgency and pulled up in front of him.

“Chris!” Sebastian caught Chris getting into a cab as he came out of the bar the rest of the cast and crew were in. “Chris!” He called and jogged a few steps, trying to stop the cab that was pulling away from the curb. “Chris, wait!” He yelled and waved into the rear view mirror, but the cab was already on its way to the airport. “Where the hell are you going, man? You’ve still got my phone.” He mumbled to himself, pulling Chris’ phone out of his pocket to see that Chris had texted before he could call. “Y/N broke up with me,” he read under his breath then gasped, “what? I need to go sort things out, I’ll get your phone back to you later,” he continued then sighed. “I don’t care about my phone, just fix your relationship before it’s too late.” He wanted to text that back, but he didn’t knowing Chris was going through enough. He slipped Chris’ phone back into his pocket and returned to the bar to explain his best friend’s situation to the executive producer.

Chris found himself looking at your number, his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew if he called you now- even without his number- you’d just ignore his call; you were going to ignore all calls. He needed to see you in person, he needed to deal with this whole situation in person. He turned off Sebastian’s phone to rid himself of the temptation and just focused on what he was going to say to you when he got back to Los Angeles.

Sebastian’s pocket started buzzing before he could re-enter the bar, he narrowed his eyes as he pulled out Chris’ phone; ‘Ava’ popped up on the screen. Now he knew who Ava was because both you and Chris had told him a few times about your best friend and how she was a huge fan, but this wasn’t his phone. He stared at it for a little while more, then decided to answer hoping he could join forces with your best friend to help bring the two of you back together.

“Chris, oh my God!” Ava started rambling the second Sebastian picked up. “What the fuck just happened?” She asked and he wished he knew. “Y/N just left for work, but I’m pretty sure she’s crying in the stairwell- Are you okay?” He tried to talk, but she continued before he could. “Of course you’re not, she’s not either. I hope you do know you’re not actually broken up, so don’t go hook up with a stranger to spite her because that will actually end the relationship. Are you even there? Can you please say-”

“Not Chris,” Sebastian cut Ava off and her breath hitched in her throat because she recognized his voice. “He borrowed my phone and left his with me. He’s headed for the airport now to go back to LA to talk to Y/N, so I think we can relax.” Ava didn’t know what to say, she was still a little starstruck by Sebastian. Unlike you, this was the first time she’d spoken to a celebrity other than Chris; it made things more difficult because she had a bit of a crush on Sebastian. “Are you still there? Can you please say something?”

“Um- sorry, I’m here.” Ava cleared her throat, strengthening her shaky voice. “He’s on his way back?” She quizzed then smiled when she heard Sebastian noise confirmation. “Oh, thank God. I was freaking out, it’d be such a waste if they didn’t live happily ever after. I’ve never seen two people so happy together, their love is a love worth fighting for.”

“It is,” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “Which is why you’re going to have to keep an eye on Y/N until Chris gets there, make sure she doesn’t do anything she’ll regret. I know she’s not the type, but she’ll definitely attract guys who think she’s a damsel in distress. We don’t want any more misunderstandings and unnecessary complications, things are already messy enough.”

“I keep telling them to talk, but they don’t listen.” Ava sighed. “They always wait until the last minute when things are messy to sort it out. Do you even know how they got together? It was like a freaking movie, had me on the edge of my seat and wanting to rip all my hair out.” Sebastian laughed and Ava smiled, “anyway, it was really nice talking to you. I’m such a huge fan, I’m definitely going to scream into a pillow when I hang up.”

“It was nice talking to you too, Ava,” Sebastian smiled. “You take care of those crazy kids and I’m sure we’ll get to meet at their wedding.” Ava chuckled. “I should go, I gotta go do my job as Cap’s right hand man and save his ass.” Ava laughed then covered her mouth when she realized she was laughing too loudly. “He’s lucky Kevin’s rooting for him and Y/N, otherwise he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“So are you,” Sebastian replied then hung up, leaving Ava to do exactly as she’d told him; she screamed into a pillow. She looked up, laughing when she realized she’d scared Dodger. First, her best friend befriends then dates Chris Evans; second, Chris Evans’ adorable dog comes and lives with the two of you; now, she’d spoken to Sebastian Stan. If things weren’t so complicated between said best friend and Chris Evans, she’d be a lot happier.

The door opened and she turned, frowning when she saw you walk in. It’d only been half an hour since you left, so you must’ve changed your mind about going to work. You didn’t even throw a glance her and Dodger’s way as you walked to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You’d texted Jack telling him you couldn’t make it, and was going to get a cab down to LAX to get a last minute flight out to Atlanta. You couldn’t just let Chris go like that, you needed to apologize and fix things before it was too late. All of it happened because of you, he didn’t do anything wrong; you were the one at fault. You had money, enough for a flight to Atlanta because that was what you’d been saving for with all your extra shifts. The original plan, however, was for you to fly down for to surprise Chris for his birthday- not this.

You stripped yourself from your work clothes and changed into your best red dress- the one you’d worn on your very first date with him. You wiped your tears, applied on some makeup, then fixed your hair. By the time you were done, you didn’t look like a girl who’d just spent half an hour crying in the stairwell. You slipped on your black heels and your trench coat, then stuffed your passport, wallet, and phone into a clutch before you walked back out.

“Whoa,” Ava breathed when she saw you; she was definitely worried about where you were going looking like that. “Um- what are you doing?” She asked, but you ignored her. “Y/N?” She followed you as you made your way to the front door. “Why are you so dressed up? Y/N-” she grabbed your elbow before you could leave and you stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out, Ava,” you told her in a vague tone. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just- in a few days,” you mumbled under your breath and Ava grew incredibly concerned. “Relax,” you told her and she frowned, wondering just how she was meant to do that. “Take care of Dodger until I get back? There are some things I need to sort out before I know where he’s going to stay.”

“He’s not going anywhere because you and Chris-”

“I’ll talk to you later,” you pulled your elbow out of her grip then left before she could say anything else. You knew she would run after you so you rushed down the flight of stairs, hoping she would chase if she couldn’t see you. And she didn’t chase, but she did call after you; she didn’t know if you could hear her, but she had to try.

“Chris is coming to LA!”

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Part 5A

So only two people actually voted for this - not exactly the outcome I was expecting but hey ho, this is the result. Both people voted Loki and so here he is. And they all lived Happily Ever After. Sort of. I wasn’t entirely sure about the outcome of this chapter so let me know what you think. It’s darker than I usually write (she says having written scenes about people chopping their own hands off) so I’m sceptical. This was a continuation of the request by fuckyeahheedus. Enjoy, my darlings!

“Conceal, Don’t Feel” (Part 3)

Part 2

You laced you fingers in between Loki’s. Steve’s jaw set as the trickster pulled you looped an arm around your waist.
“You were planning this all along.” He growled.
“On the contrary Captain,” You purred, “I am simply loyal. I remind you of my earlier iterations: He’s been playing you all like chess.” Loki smirked and placed his lips to your neck.
“Checkmate.” You said as the pair of you shimmered out of sight.

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Here ya go sweetie! Be your awesome self! Lol - @plaid-lover-bay25


“Hi, I’m Jared Padalecki!” Your boyfriend’s voice filled your ears as you watched his livestream.

You smiled when you saw his dimples appear. It’d been a long time since you had been with Jared. He was away filming. You understood that he would be away for long periods of time, but that didn’t make it suck any less when he left. 

His voice continued to tell you, along with probably thousands of other people, what they’d been up to that day, what new scenes they’d started filming, and anything else he could get away with saying without getting in trouble.

You sat in his trailer, waiting very impatiently for him to come back. You were surprising him for his birthday. Typing your comment and hitting send, you watched his smile grow even bigger.

“Hi baby. Thank you for your birthday wish. I love you too.” He winked at the camera, and you knew it would send all his fangirls over the edge.

The stream ended a few minutes later, and you heard keys wiggling in the locked door. Jared pushed the door open and stepped inside, looking at his feet as he kicked his boots off.

“Happy birthday!” You jumped up and wrapped your arms around him.

“[Y/N]?! What are you doing here?” His strong arms held you close to him as you looked up to meet his gaze.

“Wanted to surprise you. Happy 25th, babe.” You stretched up and pecked his lips.

“Best birthday ever.” He pumped his fist in a ‘yes!’ motion, making you laugh.

“I made us reservations at that steakhouse downtown. That okay?” You moved and sat on the couch, Jared’s arm still around you.

“Very okay.” He smiled and pulled you against his side.

“Here, this is for you too.” Grabbing the bottle of wine, he looked it over before telling you it was his favorite. “I know, Jensen told me.” You smirked.

“He knew?! I’m gonna kick his ass.” Jared laughed and tried to stand, but you gripped his hand and pulled him back down.

“Kick his ass tomorrow. Today is all about you, baby.” A devilish grin flashed across your face as you moved to straddle his legs.

Jared had a very happy 25th birthday, indeed.


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Imagine Chris bringing your baby to your workplace.

A/N: Chapter 8, Part 3 of ‘Beginnings’ ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 8: ‘Beginnings’: Part 1/Part 2)

It was a tough job, turning a script into a movie. It wasn’t all fun and games, more a long, arduous, and mostly painfully tedious process. At least, it was in the beginning. You thought after your time at UCLA and three years with Chris, you’d be prepared and you’d understand; you were wrong.  You knew there’d be a lot of meetings before you could get to anything remotely interesting, but you’d underestimated how many.

Work began in January, immediately after you signed with Sony Pictures. Though you were preoccupied with Sebastian and Ava’s wedding planning, you managed four solid weeks of work that helped move the production process in the right direction. In that four weeks, you and Emilia completed the initial script breakdown so a schedule and a budget for the project could be estimated. But that was pretty much all that was done as you were quickly swept into a whirlpool of personal events like your best friends’ wedding and the birth of your son. You had to thank Chris for how understanding Emilia was being because if you weren’t his wife, you probably would’ve lost the opportunity a long time ago. You were a twenty-two year old graduate with no experience and zero credibility in their field of work, for them to invest in you the way they were- it was all in good faith and a great deal of kindness. Or so you thought. Truth was, Emilia saw the same capabilities Chris saw in you. Even with the setbacks your personal life had placed on the project, she knew the end was going to justify the means.

You were also doing everything you could to make up for the lost time, pulling long days and even longer nights. Whatever they wanted from you, whatever time they needed you to give to the project- you did without hesitation. You were hard working and dedicated which was why they didn’t feel the pinch when you had to ask for all that time off; they knew you’d come back with a hundred and ten percent. It would’ve been easy to take advantage of your work ethic, to push you to speed up the process that had been pushed back a couple of times. You wouldn’t have complained if they did, but they didn’t. Emilia was big on family and she wanted you to have time for yours, making sure she’d send you home in time for dinner every night. “The best part about our job is that we can work from home, Y/N,” she’d tell you when you’d argue with her.

15th of June was when you returned to work, and it was now 15th of September. Three months had passed and you were still yet to start filming. You’d sorted: how you were going to market your film; a money strategy consisting of equity funding, crowd funding, and tax incentives; prospective investors; favors and freebies which came easily due to the connections you’d gained since meeting Chris; and a lawyer to help with contracts and releases. You were now up to re-finalizing your script with the help of Lena Hill- a more experienced screen writer- while Emilia scouted for directors, so scenes could be numbered and the script broke down once again. You needed a final schedule and a final budget before you could work out the cast and crew, see who you could afford to act and how many crew members you’d have to cut. You had a fairly tight budget considering you were new to the business, so if the job wasn’t something crucial or something you and your current team could do yourselves- that money was put aside for something else. For example, a scout locator; you were going to do that yourself.

You didn’t realize how much of the production process consisted of numbers. Math wasn’t your strong suit which was why you were glad you had Chris. The production team Emilia and Sony Pictures provided you with did most of the work when it came to the more corporate stuff, but you occasionally had to chime in. It was reassuring to have Chris to come home to with your work, to sit and talk and ask for advice. He was like a fountain of knowledge, scraping up all the information from memory and notes he’d taken about film making from his past experiences.

You secretly wished the two of you didn’t decline his offer to be the director because you could’ve really used his presence on the project. But you were also glad he wasn’t the director because it felt good doing something on your own, away from his name. You may have been turning to him for advice, but it was advice as your husband. It would’ve been different if he was a co-worker, you weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet. You knew yourself and you knew with your lack of experience, you would’ve turned to him for everything and it would’ve become his film. Chris knew that too, hence why he would’ve declined the offer even if Jack wasn’t in the picture. You needed to experience it on your own, especially because it was your first film. You needed to feel the exhilaration of being the one everyone turned to, at least until the director stepped in. Word on the street was Emilia was trying to find you a director who had a fair amount of experience, but was new enough to allow you to comment without their ego getting in the way. Three weeks and she was still having trouble.

You sat in the conference room with Lena, going through your script scene by scene. You were trying to figure out possible locations and their costs. Majority were free, some were favors, but a minority were still needed to be paid for. It was mostly estimation until you could get a meeting with those in charge and negotiate, but until you had a director- it had to wait.

A knock on the door pulled Lena’s attention from her laptop, but yours remained glued to the pieces of paper in front of you. A wide smile stretched across her face when she saw Chris carrying Jack. Lena was a fan of Chris’ because who wasn’t, and she’d been dying to meet Jack in person after the photograph of him went viral. When she first found out she was working with you, she thought she’d get to meet your two boys because they’d visit often. She’d been very wrong as this was actually the first time in three months. It would’ve been longer, but they were in the neighborhood and it was lunch time and you’d texted “I haven’t had time for lunch” when he asked what you were having. Your boys couldn’t let their girl go hungry so they decided to drop in with an oven roasted chicken sub from Subway.

“Oh my God.” It wasn’t until Lena started squealing that you looked up. You smiled when you saw Chris wave at the two of you with Jack’s little hand. “He is so much cuter in person!” She wheeled her chair back and scrambled to her feet, rushing over to your boys. “Is it alright if I hold him?”

“Lena, right?” Chris quizzed and smiled when Lena nodded. “Sure you can. He’s not overly fussy today, so you should be fine.” Chris carefully passed Jack to Lena, making sure she had him before he stepped back. She bounced Jack while pacing the front of the room, allowing Chris to walk over to you. “Look at you, too busy for food,” he teased and you giggled. “You’re lucky Jack and I decided to start a father son food delivery service.”

“Very lucky.” You nodded in agreement as he placed the plastic bag from Subway in front of you. You smiled when you searched the bag, finding a sub, an apple Snapple, and a M&M cookie. “Thank you, baby.” You looked up at met his lips for a quick peck. “What have the two of you been doing all day?” You pulled your drink out, popping it open as Chris sat down on Lena’s chair.

“We went grocery shopping, then we stopped by the park to go see the ducks. We didn’t feed them bread, don’t worry.” He told you before you could ask. You’d read somewhere that bread was actually bad for ducks, so you stopped and made sure those around you did too. “We brought them grapes, that site you found said grapes were a good snack alternative.”

“Yeah, but you have to cut them in half. Did you cut them in half?”

“Nope, figured it was easier if Jack and I ate half then throw the other half in.”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but I can also picture the two of you doing that so…”

“Yes we cut them in half,” Chris laughed and you bit into your sandwich, trying not to. “How’s things going here?” He quizzed, reaching for your yellow legal pad. He scanned your notes, morphing his lips into an upside down ‘U’ as he nodded. “How’s the search for the director going?”

“Slow,” you murmured with your mouth full. Chris chuckled and reached forward, brushing away the sauce on the corner of your mouth then wiping his thumb on the napkin. “Which director is going to want to work with an inexperienced screenwriter with plans to help commander the project? I told Emilia I’d be fine giving up the reins if I have to, but she said that wasn’t the deal so- she’s giving it a few more weeks before we resort to a complete handover.”

“Have you discussed directing the film yourself?”

You snorted, choking on your sandwich. “You’re kidding, right?” You asked after taking a sip of your Snapple; he shook his head, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. “I don’t know if you realize this, Chris, but I am a recent graduate with no experience. This job I got because of you. I’m barely keeping my head above water as the screen writer, so you’re insane if you think I’m going to take on directing as well.” Chris didn’t make an effort to interrupt, he just listened with a smile as you doubted your capabilities. “You think way too highly of me, Evans. Way too highly.” You took a took another bite of your sandwich as Chris continued to smile at you. “I’m not doing it, Chris, so stop looking at me like that.

“I’m not looking at you in any particular way,” he shook his head with the same smile and you watched him with narrowed eyes. “And I’m not going to waste my time countering what you just said either. You’ve already played the option out, I can see it in your eyes.” You rolled said eyes, lowering your gaze. He was right, you’d thought it before; every story, every script you’d ever written- you’d thought about directing yourself. “If Emilia asked you, you’d say yes without even blinking. You’re just saying no now because you’re afraid and-” he chuckled. “Well, I’ll save that speech of encouragement for when you take the job.”

“I am not directing.”

“How much are you willing to bet?”

“I’m not betting with you,” you laughed.

“Because you know you’ll lose?” He smirked.

“No, because it’s a ridiculous bet,” you retorted.

“Then you have nothing to be afraid of,” he held out his hand. “If I win, I get to buy you a beret that you have to wear for the entire project. If you win, you get to say ‘I told you so’ and well- that is a prize in itself for you, isn’t it?” You scoffed then laughed when he did. “But you have to be fair about it, you can’t just decline the job to win ‘cause there’ll be a penalty for that.” You rolled your eyes, not because he’d believe you’d do that but because he knew you too well. “Well?” He raised a brow, beckoning for your hand with his outstretched one.

“You’re on.”

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Part 4

Kiss Me [Part 3]

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Trauma

Words: 2k

Part 2


The next time you woke up, you were in the lab. You knew this mostly due to the white washed everything, but also because you were freezing. Sitting up, you realized you were still in the black catsuit Tony had made you; you wondered exactly how long you had been sleeping. The table beneath you was like sitting on an ice cube, and despite being sore; you pushed yourself out of bed with a huff. You swayed on your feet a moment before the world stopped spinning and you could right yourself enough to look around.

The lights were all on, which meant someone had been here recently – probably looking after you while your super healing ability got rid of all the damage – and with that thought, you padded towards the elevator. Hitting the button, you waited expectantly, tapping your foot. As much as you liked your suit and all it offered, you really missed the comfort of your sweat pants, and you were eager to shower and change. You were startled however, when the elevator opened to reveal and equally startled Bucky.

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Cheesy Thor is cheesy. And also oblivious. And adorable. This was less about the dancing and more about the unresolved sexual tension between Thor and the reader, which is not-so-casually alluded to with playful and flirtatious banter. If you want to set the scene, listen to Los Vinos during the first scene and thank me later. This was requested by @connor-say-what. If you want Male!Reader inserts in the future, let me know but please specify, otherwise I will assume the regular Fem!Reader. Thanks guys; enjoy!

Prompt:  I would like to make a humbled request, my dear Syreid. I would like to see a ThorxReader where the reader is teaching Thor to dance. Not very specific, I know, but I like it when you just run wild with your AMAZING writing. Oh and By the way, Id love to see more Male inserts?

“The Student and the Master”

You leaned against the doorway, watching Thor with a smile. His head was bowed, watching his feet as he moved back and forth to the music. You bit your lip as he turned around and almost stumbled. He was the least elegant Asgardian you’d ever met. Granted, he was also the only Asgardian you’d ever met but that didn’t make it any less true.

You stepped into the hall as Thor tried spinning again, feeling obliged to intervene.
“Most people tend to look at their partner when they dance.” You mused. Thor dropped his arms immediately and cleared his throat.
“I- I hadn’t realised that I had gained an audience.”
“No,” You smiled, “I guessed as much.”

“Are you a dancer?”
“I dabble. I did some jazz when I was younger and tried my hand at ballroom a few times. Only the tango though. It kept me light on my feet. The other guys laughed – called me names – until I kicked their asses.” You chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck. “They were laughing on the other side of their faces then.”

“I do not recognise these dances.” Thor admitted. He picked up a bottle of water and poured it into his mouth. You realised then how red in the face he was. Either he was embarrassed at being watched or he had simply been doing this for hours. You held out your hand.
“Here, I’ll show you. We can start with the simple stuff, like not staring at your own feet.”

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FIRST LOVE PART FIVE: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/145713838014/first-love-part

FIRST LOVE PART SIX:

“(Y/n), this is Elaine, my girlfriend.”

As soon as those words left Sebastian’s mouth, you felt like your heart had sunk down to your stomach. It was like the air had left your lungs and you couldn’t breathe. Like you were drowning in the deepest and darkest part of the ocean.

“I’m so excited to be meeting you! Sebastian has told me all about you!” Elaine walked over to you and gave you a hug like you two had known each other all of your lives.

You were surprised and by the look on Sebastian’s face he was too.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said with the most convincing smile of your life.

“You are just as beautiful as in movies! I’m such a fan of yours also! You were so funny in that runaway bride movie!”

“Thank you.” You said not knowing what else to say.

“What were you guys up to?” She asked with a smile. If only she knew what you guys were really up to, you were positive that she wouldn’t still be smiling.

“We are waiting for fittings for our costumes.” Sebastian answered. He didn’t seem happy at all that Elaine was there. You wished that he would at least act a little happy because then it wouldn’t seem like something almost happened between the two of you.

“It was really nice meeting you, Elaine but I have to run. I’m sure that I will see you around.”

“I’ll be here all week.” Elaine joked before you left the dressing room.

You could tell that Sebastian wanted to stop you from leaving but he didn’t, and that said a lot more.

All you wanted was to be able to get to your hotel room. You didn’t want to cry in front of anyone and you sure as hell didn’t want to talk to Sebastian or see him acting all lovey dovey with Elaine.

Things had gotten so complicated in such a short amount of time. It left your head spinning.

You had been making your way to your trailer to grab your things when Chris spotted you. He could tell that you were upset and made his way towards you.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?”

“Elaine is here.” You told him as your chin quivered a little. You hated crying in front of other people.

Chris now understood why you looked like you looked so heartbroken and seemed on edge. He didn’t say anything. He pulled you into his arms and gave the comfort that you needed in that moment.

———-

That night, you stayed holed up in your hotel room. You didn’t feel like seeing anyone and you needed the time to yourself. You thought about how stupid you felt when you almost let Sebastian kiss you.

You could still feel his lips lightly grazing over yours. You could feel his fingertips tracing your skin.

You hated the effect he had over you.

All you wanted was to seek solstice in a silly movie and eat junk food.

Before you could try and decide what movies to watch, someone knocked on your door. Groaning internally, you got off the sofa and walked over to see who it was.

You checked the peep hole and saw Chris standing on the other side of the door. You opened the door and he smiled a little and raised his right arm that held a brown paper bag. “I figured you might be in the mood for some Chinese food.”

“I’m always in the mood for Chinese food.” You smiled a little.

You opened the door a little more so he could step inside. You closed the door behind him and joined him in the living room. Chris set the bag down and sat on the couch before pulling out some boxes of food.

He handed you a box of noodles and some chopsticks after you sat beside him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked once the two of you had started eating.

You sighed a little, “Like my heart has gotten ripped out of my chest.”

“You didn’t really tell me what happened earlier. I’m sorry that I had to be on set and I couldn’t be there for you longer.” Chris apologized.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m really glad that you were there for me when you were.”

“What happened between you and Sebastian?”

“We almost kissed,” you mumbled, “Just when we were about to, Elaine knocked on the door.”

“Could you imagine what would’ve happened if she had just waltzed right in and didn’t knock at all?”

“I really don’t. Things would be a million times worse right now. I just can’t believe that I allowed myself to get swept up in his words and completely lose all of my common sense.”

“Hey, Sebastian is a suave guy. Anyone would get swept up in all of that.” Chris joked trying to make light of the situation. It made you like him more. He wanted nothing more than to make you smile.

You rolled your eyes, “Very funny Evans.

He smiled a little before speaking, “I don’t want you to blame yourself, (Y/n).”

“But I do. I’m not that girl, Chris. I don’t want to become one of those girls that infiltrate relationships.”

“Did Sebastian say if he felt the same way you do?” Chris questioned.

“He told me that he does but he can’t if he hasn’t ended things with Elaine. I don’t even know if I want him to.” You confessed.

Chris set his food down on the coffee table and gave you his full attention, “What do you mean by that?”

“If Sebastian really does care about me like he says he does, why hasn’t he tried to talk to me? Why did it take him three weeks after I told him how I felt before he came and told me how he felt?” You asked rhetorically. You knew Chris didn’t have the answers. You didn’t even have the answers. The only person that had the answers to your questions was the one person you weren’t speaking to.

Chris placed his hand on top of yours, “I wish I knew what to do to make you feel better.”

“Honestly, you being here right now is enough.”

“Things will work out in the end, (Y/n).”

“I hope that it will. Part of me thinks that I’m wasting my time. Part of me thinks that I should move on. It has been so long and I’m honestly ready to settle down. I’m not even sure that Sebastian is in that stage in his life. Maybe Elaine showing up is a sign that it’s time for me to move on.”

“Maybe all of that is true, but I don’t want you to think that you have to go through this alone.”

“I feel terrible that you’ve practically turned into my therapist.” You chuckled.

“We all have to talk to someone, and I won’t charge you nearly as much as a therapist would.” Chris teased before the both of you continued to eat your food.

Chris sat with you and watched Sixteen Candles. It was one of your favorite movies and you watched it whenever you needed to laugh or when you were upset.

“Hey, (Y/n)?” Chris asked during the scene where Jake Ryan was looking around at his trashed house.

“Yeah?”

“Are you pretty savvy with Internet lingo?” He asked.

“I would say so, why?”

“I’ve noticed that some fans have been referring to me as a cinnamon roll lately. Do you know what that means?”

———-

When you woke up that morning, you realized that you weren’t alone in bed. You rolled over and saw a topless Chris a few feet away from you.

The two of you had spent the night watching movies and before you knew it, it was three in the morning.

Chris had dozed off during the middle of Die Hard. You had shook his shoulder gently, “Chris, wake up.”

It took him a few seconds before he finally did. “What’s going on?” His voice was still thick with sleep.

“C'mon, time for bed.” You stood up off the couch and stretched.

He groaned, “I’m too tired to go to my room, just leave me here!”

You laughed a little, “The couch isn’t comfortable enough. You can sleep in my bed, c'mon.”

“Where will you sleep?” Chris asked as he slowly got up. You placed a hand on his back and guided him to your room.

“The bed is king sized. It’s big enough for the both of us, Evans.”

Chris yawned as the two of you entered your bedroom, “As long as you are okay with it.”

“I am. Now let’s get some sleep.”

You had slept relatively well considering that you had a lot on your mind. Talking to Chris did seem to relieve some of the stress that you had. He really was like your own personal therapist.

You stretched a little, careful not to move too much to wake him. Neither of you had to be on set until the afternoon. It was going to be one of those late nights and you were glad that you did get some sleep or else you would be useless.

Getting out of bed, you did your usual morning routine. You were in desperate need of some coffee and a blueberry muffin. You figured that you would provide breakfast since Chris provided dinner the night before.

Once you were done changing and fixing your hair, you exited the bathroom and quietly went into the living room.

Just as you were putting on your shoes to go and get you and Chris some coffee, someone knocked on your door.

You got up to go and answer it, figuring that it was someone from set giving you the usual schedule for the day. Instead when you opened the door, you saw Sebastian.

You froze, “What are you doing here?”

“(Y/n), can we talk? Please?” Sebastian looked like he hadn’t gotten much sleep. His hair didn’t have the usual vigor to it.

“I don’t have anything to say to you, Sebastian. You need to go.” You tried to close the door but he was stronger than you.

He wedged it open even more enough for him to step inside, “(Y/n)! Can we just talk like two adults?!”

“No! There isn’t anything left to say! Please just go!”

“(Y/n), I didn’t know that she was going to come here. I didn’t expect for her to. I hadn’t talked to Elaine for a few days and now she’s here–”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. You don’t owe me anything. I’m not your girlfriend!”

Sebastian felt like that was a little harsh. He hadn’t meant to hurt you at all. He didn’t know if you would ever forgive him.

“(Y/n)? What’s going on?” You turned your head and saw Chris had walked out of your bedroom. He was still shirtless and you knew that the situation didn’t look good.

Sebastian froze once he had saw Chris. He looked at you and pieced it together.

“Are you serious?!”

Chris held his hands up, his eyes widened once he realized how the situation had looked, “Seb, this isn’t what it looks like.”

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“The Light and the Dark”

‘Mutant scum’ were the words plastered on the front of your house in messy graffiti. You could practically hear the cries of the hooligans that wrote it and, looking around, you could certainly see the evidence of where they had been last night. Footprints trampled the floor so that the front of your house looked like something out of a warzone.
“Well,” you sighed, “there’s nothing left for me now.” Adjusting the strap of the bag hanging on your shoulder, you turned on your heel and left your home of 5 years. The mutant revolution had wasted away a lot of the land here but as you looked around, you could still imagine the scenes you grew up seeing overlaying the destruction. The rubble to your left was once the house of kind Mrs Henderson with the beautiful back garden. She was forced from her home after the discovery that her mutant powers were the reason her garden was so luscious. Your heart sunk when you saw the decaying shrubbery that used to be a sign of her gifts.
On the other side of the street was the house of a man whom you never knew. He always kept to himself and refused to talk when you greeted him on the street – you had at first thought he was very rude. However, you knew his character immediately when he was killed. A little mutant boy was unable to control his powers of invisibility and was the subject of outcry from a group of rioters. The silent man had come to the child’s aid and defended him until one of the mob shot him in the forehead before also killing the boy. You never knew if the man was gifted or not.
Eventually, you made it out of the town and, as the sun escaped from the sky, you wished that it would take you with it so that you would never have to see the place that this world had become ever again. Darkness, your friend, blanketed the land so you gathered some kindling and set up a fire in the desert like field you sat in. Ever since you were little you had been able to control light. Not in the typical sense of being able to spawn light or make a room dark – it was different to that. You were able to manipulate light (if it was already there) like a physical entity. You could move the light cast by a fire and hold it like water in your hands. This was what you were doing right now. Scooping up some light from the fire, you let it run through your fingers and made it fly around the darkened sky. It never ceased to amaze you – no matter how often you did it.
You had spent 5 minutes playing around like that when your fire was abruptly extinguished. It was sudden and unexpected and you struggled to get it lit again but luckily the embers were still hot. As you were returning to your seat not far from the fire, it extinguished again and you didn’t need to be shown a third time that this wasn’t accidental. Extracting the light from the dying embers, you pressed your palm to the ground and watched as light slowly ebbed and flowed outwards. Yet you could see no-one. Nothing that suggested your fire was being put out.

That was until someone spoke.

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Not entirely sure how I feel about this one. My knowledge of Thor’s character is limited - I have watched the Thor films but I wasn’t actually paying attention (not that I’ll complain about re-watching them I’m sure). This request was made by @hawkmarta and @connor-say-what who I hope will enjoy it, not to mention the sick!reader one that is scheduled to be written soon. Until then, enjoy my darlings!

Prompt: Heey,i wanted to know,if it’s too much if i ask a x reader about Thor?Please? 

“A New Beginning”

Being Nick Fury’s niece was no picnic. When your parents had died in a car crash, you were 16 – but even then the shock had hit you hard. Your uncle adopted you hesitantly, not believing himself to have the most suitable of lives for a family, but you made it work. At first you wanted to be independent, shutting Fury out and throwing yourself into your schoolwork. He was only too happy to oblige this as it meant you were in less danger.

However the occurrence of the Christmas holidays forced you to spend time with each other and quickly you began to come out of your shell. Together you were able to begin a healing process, he for you and vice versa. The problem it presented was duly forgotten.

Until at the age of 21, you were taken hostage and it was only through Thor’s interference that you escaped the ordeal. Unfortunately it destroyed your newly found confidence and sent you reeling back. Your books once again became your coping mechanism and you would spend many nights lying awake and reading for fear of the nightmares that plagued your slumber.

As a result, you were also an early riser. The clock flashed 4:31 when you woke up panting. After staring at the ceiling for another hour, you gave up and slipped out of bed. You showered and made your way to the kitchen of your apartment where you made your breakfast in blissful silence, watching the sun come up.

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New year, new post! I wrote this once and it ended up being 7 pages long. Wrote it again and cut it down to 6. Wrote it a third time and changed the plot, refining it to 5 pages. I hope you all had a good Christmas and I hope the new year treats you well. This request was made by @animefreak808 and I’m sorry it took so long but I needed the break. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I saw a idea where the reader was chosen as a potential candidate to be thors bride along with others from different realms and the reader is the only one from midguard, she doesn’t know whats going on but she ends up with Loki instead

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“After a rigorous selection process, you have all been selected for a very prestigious and honoured role.” A man’s voice intruded on your dream.

“You will know my eldest son, Thor,” the name sounded familiar, “and so you will know of his honour, his integrity, and his general excellence. I hope that one day he will succeed me on the throne, and when that day comes he will need a Queen. So you have been selected as the most suitable candidates to fulfil that role.”

“Does… Does Thor know about this?” You couldn’t help but think, tossing in the bed sheets and groaning into the silence of the night. This dream was slowly becoming a nightmare. The voice replied, apparently having heard your question.
“He… is currently unaware.”
“Shouldn’t it be his choice? Not yours?”

“Your argument is valid but tradition overrules in this case. The process of selection has been designed to allocate a suitable partner for my son and I will not discuss it any further. You are dismissed and will now be shown to your temporary residencies.”

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