Bucky didn’t see you for the next
two weeks. He felt betrayed by you, his heart broken to pieces with the choice
you had made. You had chosen a man you barely knew over him, over more than ten
years of friendship, of memories and laughter. He thought he’d have some
leverage, but you had proven him wrong.
The day of your wedding, Steve came
bursting into Bucky’s place and swatted the back of his head. “What the fuck
are you doing?”
Bucky yelped and glared at him. “What
the fuck, man?”
I guess you could say this is what an awkward tension filled environment feels like. Veronica and some of my other friends arrived a while ago and since then, everyone’s been doing their own thing really. Joaquin and Kevin keep pissing each other and then making out a few seconds later. Veronica and my friend Betty seem to be getting along, I think I can play matchmaker one day and set them up on a date. I don’t know if Betty is into girls or not though, but damn they’d look adorable together. Chuck and Moose have been on their phones since they got here, only casually getting up for some drinks, and Reggie and I have been trying to keep our hands to ourselves for the rest of the night, well maybe only he is.
I thank god that the lights are turned off because if nor, everyone would have given us ‘what the fuck are you doing’ look and I would killed Reggie with my bare hands. Speaking of hands, his seem to be wandering around me quite much and it’s making me want him even more.
Out bodies still lay beside each other, pressed and warm. His hands circle my waist an the other falls on his lap. I keep my hands to myself, intertwining them together not allowing them to fall to my stopach. Every other minute, he starts rubbing my hip as slow as posible and lowers his hand, teasing me with his fingers. His eyes stare at me, almost like he’s waiting for me to crack and jump him in a minute.
I decide to play along with his unfair fucking game and un-intertwine my fingers from each other, slowly letting my left hand reach the hem of his shirt. I feel his stare burning thorough me but I ignore, letting my hands unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. I hear his hot breath getting louder around me and I smirk to myself, dragging my fingers along the place his zipper was once zipped, making him shift in his seat.
Interrupting my worrying thought, I feel his hot breathe circle around the back of my head beside my ear “You’re driving me fucking insane,” he bellowed. My lips twitch at his words and before I could comperhend what in the hell I’m doing, I tug on his shirt and stand up, motioning him to follow me.
I make sure I get out of the lounge and down the kitchen as slowly as possible, knowing they’d question why the both of us leaving together. But in all honesty, I think everyone’s too busy to even care. I reach the kitchen and start pacing around. What the hell am I doing? I’m such a darn idiot, oh my god. There’s no backing out now, I’m doing it, I don’t care. I’m so damn frustrated. What am I saying?
Cutting my thoughts, I see Reggie’s figure hop down the last step of stairs, running his hands through his hair and tugging at the ends. He comes towards me, which to me seemed like it’s taking forever for him to walk those steps. I roll my eyes at his smirking face and pull him by his shirt until we reach the middle of the kitchen, right in front of the counter.
Catching me off guard, I feel his strength filled arms pulling my waist to his, wrapping them around me. One hand goes to my hair and the other stays safely on my waist, his thumb running over the exposed skin. His back is leaned against the counter table and my body is pushed against his, there’s no backing away now, huh?
I keep my eyes focused on his chest, not daring to look up at him, knowing well enough his piercing brown eyes are looking right at me with a smirk plastered to his face in defeat. “Princess,” he whispers, his thumb and finger pulling my chin upwards to look at him. I melt in his arms the moment I do, making my knees go weak at his touch. “Finally?” his lips pull into a satisfied smile, leaning his forehead against mine, our nosing touching and our lips only inches away from each oters.
“Shut the fuck up, Mantle.” I menage to whisper in his lips before he attached his to mine, cravingly. I almost immediately kiss him back, savouring the taste of his lips. His mouth works perfectly with mine, letting my hands go up to his neck and playing with the ends of his hair, tugging at them. Suddenly, I feel as if there is no one in this house and tonight might as well be the greatest night I’ve ever lived. The place goes muffled and the only thing I hear and feel is my hart racing and his hand all over, holding me in all the right places.
Reggie’s lips feel like geather against mine, I feel them wanting and longing for more and I love it. I feel his smile on my lips, making it impossible not to smile back. He bites my lower lip and pecks my lips as soft as possible before pulling back with a grin on his face. He licks his lips and stares at me, waiting for my reaction. His warm hands don’t stop fiddling with my hair and resting on my shoulder.
Both our hearts are beating hevily and anyone can tell by the heat between our bodies and our rising chest. I chuckle down to myself an bring my eyes to look up at his. “So, I guess no one wins.” I sigh
“I should’v bet something on this. I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off my for that long.”
“My god, you just ruined a perfectly good moment, you dick face, and I just get you down here, you kissed me first, don’t make assumptions” I shake my head and shrug confidently.
“No, princess, we both know you did.”
“Don’t fucking argue with me, this is all your fault!” I throw my hands in the air. He laughs at my response, shaking his head. “You kissed me first and you know it, okay?” I conclude.
“Hey,” he nods at me, “shut up.” before I could protest, his lips reattach to mine, this time harder and with more longing passion. I feel as if we’ve been doing this for eternity. His touch feels so familiar and his lips on mine feel like the simplest thing. I laugh in his lips, earning one back from him right away.
Seconds later, his body pushes mine further into the center of the kitchen and kneels down enough for me not to have stand on the tip of my toes and struggle. His tongue licks my lower lip for etrance and I grant it the following second, wanting to feel him closer and stronger.
He detaches his lips from mine for a second, still not leaving room for my lips to move or they’d be rejoined once again. “Jump,” he whispers, his hands sliding down in-between my thighs. I let out a shaky breath as his surprisingly good felt touch and do as he demands. I jump into his arms and wrap my hands arond his neck tighter, bring my legs around his waist. His scent flows over mine, irking of men’s cologne, and cold, he just smells like cold.
His hands are supporting my body as if it’s the simplest thing in the world, not flinching nor letting out any sign of uncomfortable movement. He spins me around and settles me down on the counter table, his height still towering over mine by a few inches. Our lips don’t let go of each other, still battling and moving in synced action. My hands pull at his shirt from the back signifying I want it off. He takes no second to quickly let his lips pull away from mine to pull the shirt over head and onto the floor. I pull him closer, runnig my hands through his hair. Reggie’s lips reconnect with mine, kissing me slower.
As I am about to tug on my own shirt, I feel the front foor pushing open. Fuck, not this again. I pull away from Reggie, staring at him in horror. He quickly reacts, pulling his shirt over his torse. I jump off the counter and sit on one of the stools, still cathing my breathe.
Surprise! I have another Reggie fucking God Mantle.
Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom
“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.
Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.
the war Bucky always liked kids and always imagined having a few of his own.
But now? Kids were usually afraid of him and the ones that weren’t afraid,
their parents wouldn’t let they get close. Bucky knew how much you liked kids
and seeing you with your nephew at dinner last night warmed his heart.
the dinner you kept doing silly faces to Julian and telling him little secrets.
This opened something in his mind that he never thought that he would have
again, the possibility of a family.
were so happy yesterday and he wanted to make you happy even that he was
terrified. After your mother left the room, you pull him into a tight hug “We
are gonna have so much fun.” You whisper in his ear, he can feel how excited
you are and somehow this makes his fears disappear.
Day 7 (April 23rd): Free choice (eg. Quotes, mood board, family ect)
Dan and Susie look adorable whenever they’re together. Just look at them. Plus in interviews Dan mentions how he loves Susie and even said briefly how he proposed to her. They’re a great match for one another.
For those of you who wanted a photo of Stephen, Carice and Liam together. Here is my attempt at making it happen if only in our dreams. Maybe someday they will do another show together, or a film, or that rom-com, what was it called? Stan, Melissa and Dave?
“Daddy,” your three-year-old pokes Harry, and you put down the book you were reading to watch their interaction. They always look so adorable together, these two with their similar coloring and matching green eyes.
Harry has been writing in his journal for the last 15-20 minutes, and your daughter has been playing with her Barbie, changing dresses multiple times.
“Daddy’s busy,” Harry mumbles, “Go play with Mummy.”
The full-on pout face appears then, “Don’t want Mummy.”
Harry sighs, “I’ve almost finished, princess. Just two more minutes.”
She crosses her arms, tilts her head, and gives him that patented Styles look that says he better not mess with her, “Daddy. I don’t love you anymore.”
At this, Harry’s pen pauses. Without looking up at her, he pushes his glasses on top of his head, making that crested chicken look you’re so fond of. Taking a deep breath, he makes eye contact with his little mini-me. “What do you mean? Of course you love me! I’m your daddy!”
“No!” she scowls, “I need to know which dress Barbie should wear to your peemeer.” She’s been working on the word “premiere” since she heard her Uncle Jeff mention the outing for the upcoming movie. She’s especially enthralled with the idea of the red carpet and that mummy will get to wear a fancy dress.
Using his pen to mark his place in the journal, Harry closes the book, setting it beside him on the sofa. Scooting to the edge of the couch, he folds his legs and seats himself on the floor next to her, taking her Barbie from her hands and carefully holding up each outfit in turn.
With each one, he shakes his head. Your daughter watches him carefully, her lower lip caught between her teeth, another of her daddy’s mannerisms. When he’s looked at each gown, he turns to his little princess and shakes his head, “I’m sorry, baby. None of these dresses will work for the premiere.”
You’re leaning forward now in your seat, anxious to see what happens next.
Her mouth drops open, and she shakes her head, “No, Daddy. One of these has to be wight. These are all the dresses Barbie has. She can’t go to the peemeer in her swimsuit.”
Fluidly, Harry stands from the floor (a move that makes you jealous with your 6 month pregnant belly as you await your second child). Your eyes swivel back to your daughter who watches him anxiously. Walking to the hall closet, he pulls out a box with a ribbon on it.
Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you lean forward even further, putting your book aside. What could be in the box?
“Maybe this will work,” Harry suggests, handing her the box.
Ripping open the lid, she squeals so loudly that you cover your ears. “DADDY! IT’S JUST LIKE MUMMY’S!”
She holds up the dress, which is most definitely identical to the one you’d chosen at Gucci last week. Giving Harry an inquisitive look, you watch your daughter gleefully rip off Barbie’s clothes to put on the new dress. Harry grins at you, shrugging, “I asked, and they made it for me.”
“They? You mean Gucci?!” You’re the one who is practically squealing now. Only your husband could convince a designer to create a Barbie doll dress!
As soon as the dress is on her doll, she jumps up and wraps her arms around Harry’s legs, squeezing tightly, “I lied before, Daddy! I do love you! And now Barbie can go to the peemeer with you and Mummy!”
Hello! How about the RFA with an mc whose an big doll fan? Like they have a huge collection of them and is always sewing cute outfits and doing cool doll repaints.
This is such a cute and sweet request anonny! I know that this one took a while to write but I sincerely appreciate your patience, this one was a lot of fun to write! I really hope that you enjoy!! ^^
Yoosung was a bit freaked out when he saw your doll collection when you moved into his apartment
But he soon realized that your dolls are similar to his LOLOL figurines so he feels bad for judging you for your passion
He starts to become super interested with your dolls, asking you what their names are, which are your favorites, and so onYoosung is amazed at how you see clothing for them, he can’t believe how detailed you sew the clothing and he’ll always kiss your fingers if you ever accidentally stab yourself with a needle
He adores watching you repaint some of your dolls, offering to help you out since he does have a steady hand to help with the small details
Yoosung starts letting you share his own collection shelves with his LOLOL figurines with your dolls, thinking that the figurines and dolls look adorable together!
If anyone makes fun of you for having your doll collection, Yoosung will take one of your dolls and hold it close to his chest saying how cute they are and that he’s lucky to have you in his life since you’re such an awesome collector
Yoosung starts to fall in love with your dolls, so much so that you buy him his own doll for his birthday that he cherishes for forever
Zen is in love the first time he sees your doll collection
He loves how cute and detailed they all are, saying that their beauty is quite admirable and almost compares to his own
Zen sets up some collector’s display cases to showcase your dolls because if they’re important to you, he wants to show them off to everyone!
The amount of time you spend sewing clothing and repainting your dolls amazes Zen
He’s always offering his help when your seeing the small clothing, even offering to have his costume designer help you if you need it
Zen also admires how much work you put into repainting your dolls and he’ll always make sure to massage your tired, cramped hands afterwards as he tells you how beautiful they look
His fans turn out to be super interested in your doll collection as well, some of them sending you your own fan letters telling you how pretty your dolls are
You end up making a doll of Zen and give it to him to which Zen almost cried because of how wonderful it is and makes sure to put his doll in the center of the collection
Jaehee didn’t really know what to think when you showed her your doll collection
She didn’t have any dolls of her own growing up so she’s never seen the appeal of dolls
After giving Jaehee a bone-crushing hug for ten minutes, you show her your collection in hope of trying to help her to cheer up
She’s amazed at the little clothing that you see for them, keeping a mental note to ask you next time she needs to fix her clothing
Jaehee watches in wonder at the small details you add while repainting your dolls, asking you where you got your amazing art skills from and that she’s always there if you need help
Not once has Jaehee ever judged your love for dolls, she’s obsessed with coffee and you never say anything negative to her about it so she promises to be supportive of your passion
You but Jaehee her own doll for her birthday and she cries when she sees it, clutching it to her chest as she thanks you over and over again, that she’ll always cherish
Jaehee adores your doll collection, saying that she wants to start her own and the two of you end up having to move since your combined collection grew so much
Jumin thought that your doll collection was strange the first time he saw it
But once he saw how much you loved your collection, he decided to give it a chance
He noticed how you sewed little clothing for your dolls, admiring your handiwork
Jumin also thought that your painting skills were far superior to those of top artists that he’s seen
Seeing how much you loved your doll collection inspired Jumin to open up a new branch in the company dedicated to dolls, with you as the head of the department
Jumin also sets aside a room in the penthouse dedicated to your collection, he likes going in there with you to admire your dolls
He’s been asking for a while now if you have any cat dolls but since you don’t, you buy him one for his birthday
Jumin treasure his new cat doll, that resembles Elizabeth the Third, and puts it on his work desk next to the photo of the two of you
You’ve never seen Jumin so happy since you’ve given him the cat doll, he now has his own cat doll collection while you have your doll collection
Seven is thoroughly impressed when he sees your doll collection
He has his own array of random little collections but he finds your dolls as adorable as you are!
Watching you sew little clothing for your dolls makes Seven want to help and he turns out to be a fairly good seamstress
But he’s terrible with paint so he leave the repainting to you since to him, you have a much more steady and delicate hand
Seven finds out that some of your dolls are more on the expensive side so he sells one of his cars to help fund your collection
He also uses his skills to find the prettiest dolls at the lowest price online to give to you
Moved by his kindness, you buy Seven a doll of his own for his next birthday
He cherishes the tiny doll you gave him, telling you that it’s the sweetest gift that anyone had ever given him before
Seven genuinely loves your doll collection and love that you follow your passion, the two of you now have a house full of dolls and it’s basically the best house ever
@mercilessnaturi requested her skelesona with her friends undertale oc! her sona is sooo cute ohmygoodness and her friend’s ut oc is legit dOPE. i really enjoyed making this one, thank you for requesting! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
A/N: This is a request from an anon, about being RDJ’s daughter and dating Chris. I kind of started the way you wanted me to but ended a little differently, still the gist of your prompt. Enjoy. :D
“There are a lot of people here tonight,” Chris chuckled softly as the two of you posed for photos on the red carpet of the Civil War premiere. “That means more eyes on me when I do something embarrassing.” You rolled your eyes at his paranoia. “Oh, I will. We both know from experience that I have the tendency to do embarrassing things around you. Remember the first time we met?”
“How could I forget?” You laughed softly.
You were visiting your dad, Robert Downey Jr. on the set of the first Avengers movie when you first met Chris; you ran into him on the way to your father’s trailer. You knew who he was but he had no idea who you were because he had only just began working with RDJ and was yet to find out that he had a twenty-four year old daughter from a previous marriage.
You had tried to introduce yourself but he was in too much of a panic to realize that you weren’t wardrobe because he had ripped the pants of his Captain America suit and was due for a scene in fifteen minutes. You felt bad for him so you decided to pretend to be wardrobe and help him; you didn’t learn to sew for nothing, plus- you were used to helping your dad with his.
Chris was pretty much smitten with you five minutes into the conversation. Not only were you ridiculously pretty- which he noticed even in his panic; you were down-to-earth, funny, intelligent, and kind. You also shared his tremendous love for all things Disney, a huge plus in his book. It got to a point where he felt the need to ask for your phone number so he could continue to take you out on a date. You gave him your number knowing your father wouldn’t approve of you dating one of his co-stars but it was always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Speaking of your father, you could still remember the look of horror on his face when he saw you with a pants-less Chris Evans. He was close with Chris now and was incredibly happy that you were dating that great man but that wasn’t how their relationship started. “What the fuck are you doing with my baby girl?!” was the reaction your father had. You remembered jumping between the two before your father attacked him with his Wing-Chun, which he still promises to do till this day if Chris ever hurt you.
“Downey was beyond pissed,” Chris chuckled. “He didn’t talk to me for days after that. I still remember that one day where he literally had the whole cast over for lunch in his trailer city and didn’t invite me. It was months before he finally accepted us together, I think Susan said something to him.”
“I think she did too, ‘cause it would’ve been years if Mom didn’t say something to him. You know how stubborn he can be, he is basically Tony Stark.” The two of you chuckled because it was true. “But look at where we are now, he loves you so much more than he loves me.” You joked and he laughed. “You laugh but you know it’s true.”
“Please,” Chris chuckled. “You are the apple of his eye. As much as he loves me- he’d never love me more than he loves you. You do remember how he iced me out after our first fight, right? He got the whole cast to turn against me, even the stand-ins.” You chuckled softly. “Love me more than you love me, maybe,” he teased with a cheeky wink.
“Definitely,” you bit playfully.
“Hey guys!” The reporter from Extra greeted the two of you as you made your way to the interview line. “I’m with Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr.’s daughter, Y/N. The two of you are still looking as adorable together as ever, how are you tonight?”
“We’re great,” Chris smiled.
“Fantastic, thank you.” You smiled.
“First of all, I have to congratulate you, Chris, on the movie.” Beside you, Chris dropped his head with a widening grin. You gently rubbed his arm, smiling proudly. “You did a wonderful job. The whole world is already raving about the film and half of them haven’t even seen it yet. How are you feeling about it?”
“I am incredibly proud of the work we’ve done. It’s not just me, it’s my cast mates and the Russo brothers but I think a huge part of our success has to do with the guys behind the scenes. Marvel did an incredible job with the story, you know- it was a huge job. There are a lot of big characters with big arcs and they managed to integrate it in a way where it makes sense. I’m incredibly honored to be apart of such a wonderful film and I can’t wait to see what’s next for us.”
“Speaking of what’s next,” the interviewer turned her attention onto you and you raised your eyebrows, unsure of what she was smiling about. “The two of you have been dating for a while now, five years?” You and Chris nodded. “Do we see wedding bells sometime soon?”
You subconsciously brushed your thumb over the empty space on your ring finger where your engagement ring should’ve been but wasn’t because Chris wasn’t ready to go public with it yet. All your friends and family already knew, he just didn’t want the world to know. At least until the press tour was over ‘cause he couldn’t imagine the kind of questions he was going to get if people knew he had recently proposed to Iron Man’s daughter.
“Well,” Chris chuckled nervously. “Uh- You know, we’re happy together and we definitely see a future together but um- there’s still some things we need to talk about.” He looked over at you and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to tell him you weren’t going to help him. “But yeah, it’s on the to-do list.”
“What are we talking about?” You heard your father’s voice and you smiled as he crashed the interview, wrapping his arms around you and Chris. “Hi baby,” he greeted Chris the way he should’ve greeted you, giving him one of his signature cheek kisses. “Hi Y/N,” he greeted you the way he should’ve greeted Chris, giving you nothing but a light pat on the arm.
It was an ongoing joke.
“Hi Dad,” Chris chuckled.
“Hi Downey,” you chuckled.
“We’re just talking about the two of them and when they’re going to get married,” the interviewer informed your dad, whose smile had ten-fold. “What are your thoughts on that? As the father of Y/N, would you want to see her settle down and start a family of her own?”
“Of course I would,” your dad nodded. “I would love to see that happen. She’s my eldest, you know- she’s been in this committed relationship for five years now. I expected a wedding like- two years ago but someone,” he shot Chris a fake dirty look and you chuckled softly. “Can’t seem to catch a hint. Come on, time is running out here. Y/N is young but Chris is nearing forty soon, if he wants to have kids…” He trailed off, trying not to laugh at Chris’ pursed lips.
“Go do your own interview,” Chris covered your dad’s mouth and tried to push him away.
“And miss out on all this fun?” Your dad chuckled. “No way. C'mon Chris, when are you going to propose to my baby girl? When I am going to have the honor of walking her down the aisle and giving her away to you? 'Cause I’m ready whenever you are.” Your dad glanced at you and the two of you tried not to laugh.
“Even Iron Man is begging you to tie the knot, what do you think?” The interviewer asked Chris and he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Y/N, you’re ready to settle down with Chris right? He’s the perfect specimen, so handsome and incredibly sweet. Would you say yes?”
Both you and your dad looked over at Chris with eyes asking a similar question, for the permission to break the news to the world. He thought about it for awhile then heaved a sigh and nodded. Your dad gave your arm and encouraging squeeze as you opened your clutch and fished out your engagement ring. The interviewer looked down as you slipped it on, her eyes widened with shock.
“I already have.” You held up your hand to the camera, smiling.
“We’re engaged,” Chris announced and kissed the side of your head.
“Oh my God,” your dad pretended to be as shock as he was the first time you announced it. “Congratulations, you two! I am so happy for you guys!” He hugged the both of you tightly, drawing laughter from both you and Chris.