So I’ve been sitting on this one for a while but thanks to @marveliskindacool and @imagine-that-marvel I’m feeling a lot better about uploading it. @lost-in-my-arms, sorry - I couldn’t follow the request explicitly but I hope the fic is still enjoyable nonetheless. Be brutal with your feedback - though you should know there is a part 2. Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt[s]: the reader, who’s a new Avenger, has the same powers (and name, and costume, maybe) as Daredevil, being blind and all, knows when someone is lying; is great fighting (everyone) Pietro, since she can pinpoint where he is even when running. Cracks jokes about being blind all the time. This sort of stuff. Maybe something romantic with Bucky, or Pietro?
‘More Than Meets The Eye’
Pietro sighed. The coffee shop was buzzing. Perhaps in a novella
such an atmosphere would incite excitement. However, all Pietro wanted to do
was sit, rest his feet, and drink his coffee. You’d have thought it would be
Just as he was beginning to think that he might have to take
his drink elsewhere, he spotted an empty seat in the corner of the room, near a
partially empty table. In such a crowded room, using his speed never ended well
so he fought his way to the table patiently. It wouldn’t have bothered him so
much if he wasn’t wary of the fact that there would be other patrons searching
for a place to sit and this seemed to be the last available space.
Unfortunately, on account of his hopes being so high, they fell
all the harder when a well-built gentleman arrived, seemingly out of nowhere,
and fell into the chair. The polished wood groaned under the weight, and Pietro
groaned under his breath – or so he had thought. The man turned and met his
gaze with ferocity.
“You got a problem?” He asked, pulling out his newspaper and
unfolding it to make a point. This guy was not going anywhere. Before Pietro
could begin to speak, somebody appeared at his side and placed their hand in
the crook of his arm.
A king sized mattress, two pillows, a television and a comforter are all which occupy your new home. These items are in the center of the large, nearly empty living room.
You’ve lost track of time.
You know it’s no longer night, at least not technically. The large bay windows encircling your living room, however, might argue otherwise. With your gaze on them now, from where you lay, all you can see is a sky full of stars. But, you know it has to be morning.
Chris watched you from the back corner of the bookstore as you talked to the last fan of the day, or so you thought. His last two hours had been spent waiting in the back for you to get through all your other fans, so he could speak with you alone. The last time he attended one of your signings, he made the mistake of joining the line like an every day man- which he was not; he was Captain America and he had to leave the store before he deterred the attention from you. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again, so there he was pretending to browse the non-fiction shelves.
“You’re my lucky last, Ally.” You signed the inside cover of the thirteen year old’s copy of your latest novel, ‘To My Future Husband’. “Thank you so much for coming out,” you smiled at her and she smiled back. “I hope this book helps you find the love you deserve,” you told her as you closed the book and slid it across the table.
“It will,” she nodded without hesitation and your smile widen. “Thank you so much, Y/N.” She told you and you rose to your feet, ready to hug her when you saw her eyes glisten with tears. “Your books are always so inspiring and heartfelt. I hope that when I’m older I can do what you do, inspire and touch the lives of others with my words.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” You walked around the table and wrapped the young girl into a warm hug. “I hope to see you at my next event. If you’re willing, you can bring me some of your work. I’ll be more than happy to read it,” you told her and her face lit up. “If it’s good, I can get you a meeting with my publisher so you too can do what I do.”
“Thank you, Y/N,” Ally grinned.
“Yes, thank you, Miss Y/L/N.” Her mother smiled at you and you nodded, passing her your card. “You are such a sweet young lady. I’m sure your mother must be very proud of you.” She looked over your shoulder at your mom, who attended all your events with you.
“She’s my biggest fan,” you nodded and glanced back at your mom with a smile. Your mom smiled but tapped at her watch, letting them know that their time with you was up. “Sorry, we’ve got a meeting,” you winced at your mom’s straightforwardness. “Thank you for coming out though, I really appreciate all the love and support.”
“Of course,” Ally’s mom smiled. “Let’s go, Ally.”
The meeting you were talking about wasn’t really a meeting, it was your first meal of the day. Your hand patted your stomach which was now growling at the thought of Olivette’s homemade blueberry bagels. You watched the mother and daughter leave the store and you let out a weary sigh of satisfaction. “And that’s a wrap,” you mumbled to yourself. “Thanks for that, Mom.” You walked back over to your mother who was gathering your things. “If they didn’t go, I was going to faint from starvation.”
“Oh, I wasn’t doing it for you.” Your mother chuckled and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “That handsome gentleman in the back has been waiting two hours for your attention.” Chris winced but turned away from the shelves to look over at the two of you. “I figured Mr. Evans could take you to lunch while I head back to the hotel to get some rest.”
“What are y-” You turned to where your mother was looking and your breath hitched in your throat when you caught sight of the handsome, blue eyed, dark haired, straight from Heaven, Bostonian angel. “It’s Chris Evans,” you breathed.
“Uh-” Chris cleared his throat, his cheeks as flushed as your own. “Yeah, um- Sorry, I’ve just been trying to avoid a scene with your fans.” He started to walk towards you. “I didn’t want to deterred the attention from you because you deserve all the attention in the world and-” He cut himself off, blushing deeply when he heard your mother laugh softly. “I’m a huge fan and I would love to take you to lunch if you- um- if you don’t mind me doing so.”
“Yes please,” you blurted out.
“This is like the start of one of your fan fictions.” Your mother chuckled and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from scolding her. “Well, I’m going to take your things back to the hotel. Captain,” she addressed him and he tore his gaze off you to look at her. “I trust that you’ll take very good care of my daughter?”
“The very best, ma'am,” he nodded.
“I look forward to seeing you around, son,” your mother smiled at him.
“Mom,” you hissed at her through your tightly clenched teeth, “please stop.”
“Alright alright,” she laughed. “I’ll leave you two love birds be.”
• • • • • • • •
The two of you ended up having lunch on the rooftop of Olivette’s; the café owned by your best friend which meant she had the authority to keep everyone off the roof so you could have some privacy with Chris Evans. You mentally reminded yourself to buy her a box of her favorite Godiva chocolates to thank her, though you were sure that bringing him to her café was thanks enough; she too was a huge fan of Captain America and all things Chris Evans.
“I really hope you turn one of your books into a movie.”
“I’ll only do that if you promise you’ll direct it,” you told him and surprise swept over his face. “You did an amazing job in 'Before We Go’, I’d love to see what you could do with one of my works.” You saw his smile spread to his eyes. “I still can’t believe you’re a fan of my work,” you admitted with a light chuckle.
“Why not?” He chuckled. “You’re an amazing writer, a lot of people are fans of your work.”
“Yeah but-” You tried not to smile as you teased him. “It’s mostly thirteen year old girls.” He laughed, doing his signature left boob grab. “It’s not very often I get approached by guys.” He raised an eyebrow. “About my books,” you added with a giggle.
“I was going to say,” he smirked flirtatiously “Pretty girl like you should be getting approached everyday.” You blushed and bit back your smile. “I don’t know what to say,” he shrugged with one of his adorable half smiles, “your love stories are amazing and I’m a hopeless romantic.”
“Chris Evans, a hopeless romantic. Why am I not surprised?” You smiled and he chuckled softly. “I always had a feeling you’d be, considering you love everything Disney. I think only the best guys can appreciate the kind of love Disney portrays.”
“Okay, stop.” He chuckled and you titled your head in confusion. “You’re becoming more and more perfect with each passing second.” You laughed. “If you continue, I’m going to blurt out an I-love-you and make things real awkward real quick.”
“I think my mom already made things awkward with her comments,” you chuckled.
“Your mom’s lovely.” He said with a smile and you nodded, taking a sip from your water. “What was she talking about when she said isn’t this like the start of one of your fan fictions?” He quizzed and you choked on your water. “Let me guess, you wrote about me.” His lips quirked into an amused smirk and you thought you were going to die from embarrassment. “Wow, I am incredibly honored. Where can I read this amazing collection of fan fictions?”
“Yeah, I’m not telling you that.”
“Can I be honest about something?”
“If it changes the subject,” you winced.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” he chuckled and you sighed. “I’ve read all your little fan fictions on your Tumblr, cute URL by the way.” He admitted and your eyes widened in shock. “They’re the reason I’m such a huge fan of you and your work.”
“Really?” You were still unsure of how to react; did you want to laugh or cry?
“Really,” he nodded with a smile. “I enjoy the way you portray me, the way you portray love. I don’t know if I can live up to your image of Chris Evans but- I’d like to try, if you’re willing to give me a chance.”
Did he just?
“I’m sorry, but-”
“Yes, I just asked you out.” He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “If this is like your mom said, one of your little fan fictions, you should be saying yes by now and easing me from this nervous tension.” You giggled and he smiled. “So…” He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
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A/N: Two body electrics in one week bc why not? Planning on having like three more parts for this little fic, so thank you all for reading! I appreciate the support and, as always, enjoy and feedback is welcomed! [previous parts]
Warning: None (it may seem like there’s going to be NSFW but there isn’t)
Word Count: 3.4K+
Out of the many years of you feeling so alone, you never expected the person who made you be alone to give you company. If you had told your past self that Kylo Ren, your once nightmare in human form, would give you the attention you craved, you would’ve laughed in your face. Out of all people, the one person who made you feel the slightest of happy was the man who once took your happiness from you.
REQUEST: Do you think you could do a oneshot where the reader is dating Sebastian and is also an actress on the show Agent Carter and they go together to a convention (almost like Wizard World Comiccon that is happening right now) and they’re just really fluffy and cute together.
“So, what’s it like dating a fellow actor?”
You pondered the question for a second before answering, “It’s great. It’s nice dating someone who understands the schedules that we have to endure sometimes. It’s also nice to have someone that’s in the same profession that gets the stress and what comes with it all.”
“It also helps that I’m hot.” Sebastian added next to you.
You rolled your eyes playfully as the interviewer laughed, “That is true.”
“What makes this relationship work? Sebastian, you are currently filming Captain America: Civil War. (Y/n), you are currently filming the newest season of Agent Carter. How do you guys find time for each other?”
“When you care about someone as much as I care about her, you just make it work. We could have a three minute conversation during the day and I’m satisfied. Like, as long as I hear her voice and can put a smile on her face at some point in the day, I’m content.” Sebastian answered making you smile.
“You’re making her smile now!” The interviewer pointed out.
Sebastian leaned over and kissed your temple softly, “That’s my girl.”
It was convention season and you and Sebastian were currently in Sacramento. You loved going to conventions and being in the same space as the fans. Being able to spend a few minutes with people who enjoyed what you did filled your heart with joy.
It had been two weeks since the last time you saw Sebastian. You were so happy that he was going to some of the same conventions with you. He had been busy filming the newest movie in the Captain America franchise while you were in the middle of shooting Agent Carter.
Being in the same company made things easier for the both of you.
“I always used to say that I wouldn’t do long distance relationships or relationships where both of the people in it were constantly working. Sebastian makes it all worthwhile though.”
The interview wrapped up a few minutes later and you and Sebastian were escorted over to the area where the signings would happen. His booth was right next to yours. Sebastian had a panel with his fellow co-stars Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans. You wished that you could sneak in and watch but you have a panel at the same time with the lovely Hayley Atwell.
“You look incredible today.” Sebastian kissed your forehead softly during your last few minutes alone.
“So do you. You know I love when you wear leather.” Your hands roamed up his chest before resting in place.
“That’s why I wore the jacket.” He smirked.
You were well aware that all eyes were on the two of you but you didn’t care. Sometimes when you were with Sebastian, it made time stop. It often felt like you were the only two people left on the planet.
One of the people working the event approached the two of you, “Sebastian, we need you at the stage.”
“I’ll be right there.” Sebastian told them with a smile. He turned back to you, “See you later.”
He kissed you softly before leaving to join his friends.
Your panel with Hayley went exceptionally well. She had you laughing 99% of the time. The character you played in Agent Carter was named Bonnie. She was like the Bucky Barnes to Peggy’s Captain America. You really loved being Bonnie because she was really empowering and wouldn’t back down from anything.
Hayley and you chatted for a few minutes before you both were brought to your prospective booths. You glanced over at Sebastian’s booth and saw that it was empty. You figured that his panel must’ve ran over the time a little.
“Hi!” The first fan approached your table with a huge smile on her face.
“Hi, how are you?” You asked as she handed over a picture that she wanted you to sign.
“What’s your name?”
“My name is–” and the girl froze with her eyes widened as she looked at something behind you.
“Are you okay?” You asked her but then you felt two arms snake around your waist. The feeling was so familiar that you didn’t have to turn around to see who it was.
“Seb!” You exclaimed when he squeezed you tightly before letting you go.
“Hi!” He waved at the girl who was still frozen in front of your table.
“Seb, you have people waiting on you.” You laughed.
“I’m going. I just wanted to see my favorite girl.” Sebastian smiled before kissing your forehead.
“Before you go, could you sign my photo also? I’m Heather.” The girl managed to utter words and Sebastian was happy to sign her picture.
Before he left your booth, he kissed you again.
“You two are goals!” Heather squealed.
You looked to your right and saw Sebastian was entering his booth. He looked at you and winked.
“Yeah, I guess I am pretty lucky.” You joked before Heather walked away and the next fan came along.
#1 — Sam will be present and will receive equal screentime and actually get the opportunity to have emotional responses to things that would realistically elicit a reaction from him(like, say, I dunno… Lucifer, who tortured him for hundreds of years, tried to kill him three times last season alone, and manipulated him using his faith in God which is A+ asshole behavior, pardon my French). Sam will be active in his own story rather than a passive recipient of the action. Put simply, he’ll have the opportunity to exist and have emotional reactions. #givesamavoice
#2 — Missouri Moseley will be the (psychic) character who will return in episode four, the one “we haven’t seen for a long time.” PLEASE. And she’ll continue to be her amazing self who happens to have a soft spot for Sam and is perhaps the only character on the entire show who thought his burgeoning psychic abilities were beautiful rather than evil or terrifying. On a related note, POWERS!SAM, please.
#3 — Someone other than Sully will tell Sam he’s freaking awesome. Jared Padalecki said that “In recounting to Mary what’s happened in the past 30-something years of Sam’s life, […] he’ll learn a lot about himself. He’ll realize […] what he’s done.” (x)
Seriously, Sam’s self-image is scraping rock bottom. There’s no way “Wow, I’m a terrible person” would be ~learning a lot about himself~ because, well… he already believes that. He believes the worst possible iteration of that ten times harder than the average person believes it. So he should definitely (gasp) actually feel better about himself this season. In short: Through talking to Mary (a lot; lots of talking; much Sam and Mary), Sam should realize that he is not the person he believes himself to be. He’s not impure or freakish–he is, as Sully said, a hero. Please and thank you with puppies on top. Also Mary will have a chance to go to heaven and maybe be with her husband if that’s what she wants because that woman is a patented badass but she also deserves to lay her weary head to rest, my goodness.
#4 — Sam will get to have friends who know about him and like him. He’ll get to have friends for whom he doesn’t play second fiddle to Dean. Eileen Leahy or Sully could totally come back. I’d be down for that. We could totally get more lovely moments with Sam and Cas. I also wouldn’t complain if Toni Bevell eventually came to realize that all of her research on the brothers and especially Sam is quite incomplete and can she please stop torturing him? Bonus: people who do terrible things to Sam actually apologize.
#5 — Sam will be a BAMF as always. A BAMF with puppies. BAMF puppies. And good friends who love him. And possibly also protective!Dean and one hell of a brother hug and ALSO WHERE IS THE SAMULET. That is all.