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dearstvckyx · 3 days ago

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how they react to you calling them your current boyfriend -`♡´- (marvel men edition)

Bob (video)

It was a typical night in—the lights dimmed, popcorn already half-eaten, and Bob lounging beside you on the couch in his usual hoodie and sweatpants. The movie hadn’t even started yet, and the snack run had been more chaotic than productive (he insisted on gummy worms and kettle corn, a combo you’d never understand).

You smirked to yourself, grabbing your phone and turning on the camera. This was too perfect.

“Let’s have a movie night,” you said, casually recording, “I’m here with my current boyfriend.”

You slowly panned the camera over to Bob.

He turned so slowly to face you, wide-eyed and suspicious, like you just confessed to treason.

You paused mid-sentence, seeing him on the screen staring at you—deadpan and silently judging. That’s when both of you cracked up.

“What did you say?” Bob laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I said,” you replied, straightening your face and voice, “I’m here with my current boyfriend.”

Without missing a beat, Bob turned back to the phone and playfully smacked it out of your hand.

“Hey!” you yelled, still laughing as you reached for your phone.

Bob stood up with a dramatic little stretch like he was preparing to make a speech.

You raised your hand, showing off your very bare ring finger. “You’re my current boyfriend. Do you see a ring on his finger? No. Nothing’s forever.”

Bob blinked, taken aback. “Nothing’s forever?” he echoed, brows raising.

“This isn’t forever,” you said with exaggerated conviction, “everything is temporary. I’m not locked in for nothing.”

There was a beat of silence. Then Bob narrowed his eyes slightly—mischief twinkling behind them.

“You may not have a ring right now,” he said slowly… then dropped to one knee in front of you.

Your eyes widened in panic. “Bob—No, get up!”

The video cut off right as you both burst out laughing again, his goofy grin still plastered on his face.

Just another night of chaos, candy, and questionable relationship status.

Sentry (video)

The camera’s rolling. You’re cozy in bed, sitting up with the blanket pulled halfway over your legs, Sentry lounging next to you—glowing just a little less golden than usual, hair slightly tousled.

You smile at the lens. “So we just finished watching a movie. It was cute, emotional, a little tragic—kinda like my current boyfriend over here.”

You gesture toward him, casually, like it’s no big deal.

Robert freezes. Blinks once. Twice.

“Nope,” he mutters, tossing the blanket off. “I’m not doing all that.”

You snort. “Doing what?”

But he’s already out of bed, shaking his head like a man betrayed. He walks off camera, barefoot and brooding.

The video jumps to a dramatic shot of him standing alone on the balcony, arms crossed, staring off into the night like a Shakespearean prince.

No words. Just wind, stars… and “heartbreak”.

Void (video)

The phone was already recording, propped up on the counter, catching the mundane warmth of the kitchen light. Dishes clinked in the background. You stood next to him—Void, tall and still, his presence like a shadow that never quite settled.

With a cheerful smile, you looked into the camera.

“Hey guys, so me and my current boyfriend here are gonna be cleaning the kitchen up a bit—putting away the dishes.”

Void didn’t say anything. Didn’t even move. He just slowly—very slowly—turned his head to look at you. His plain white, piercing eyes blinked once.

You glanced up at him, still smiling, tilting your head playfully. “What?”

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he sighed—long, deep, exhausted in that way only he could be. Then, without a sound, he reached forward and calmly pressed the phone screen… turning off the video.

Still shaking his head as he walked away.

And yet, somehow, that was his version of affection.

Void-style domestic content: one and done.

Scott (video)

The car was parked under the soft glow of the setting sun, fast food bags in the backseat and a half-eaten burger in Scott’s hand. You opened your front camera, lip gloss perfect, mischief practically radiating off of you.

“Hey guys,” you said into the phone with a grin, “me and my current boyfriend are gonna do Never Have I Ever—”

Scott paused mid-chew, eyebrows twitching behind those signature red lenses.

Then dead serious: “Your current boyfriend?”

You burst out laughing as he leaned slightly toward the camera, expression pure offended boyfriend.

“Are you planning on having another one in the future?” he asked, all faux-seriousness and wounded pride.

Trying to keep a straight face, you pushed forward like you hadn’t just been called out. “We’re gonna play Never Have I Ever.”

Scott wasn’t done. He blinked behind his visor. “Your current boyfriend,” he repeated, shaking his head like he just discovered betrayal. “Wow. Never have I ever been so fucking offended. There you go.”

You slid to the side of the camera, full-body laughing, your hand over your mouth. After a beat, you came back into frame and wiped a tear away.

“All right, you start.”

Scott leaned back in his seat, folding his arms like a man scorned. “No. I don’t want to,” he said, pouting. “You go first. You hurt my feelings.”

You tried to stay serious, but the laugh escaped again. And honestly, how did you end up with the leader of the X-Men acting like a dramatic prom date in your passenger seat?

Who knows—but it made for one hell of a TikTok

Bucky (video)

You had the camera propped just right—soft lighting, perfect angle, your outfit styled head to toe. Date night deserved documentation. And, as usual, your very cooperative (and slightly over-it) boyfriend was about to be roped in. Again.

“Jamie, come here and pose with me,” you called sweetly.

From the hallway, Bucky strolled in—already dressed to the nines—stepping behind you and placing his hands gently on your waist like he’d done this a dozen times before. Because… he had.

You smiled at the camera. “This is my current boyfriend, Bucky.”

Without missing a beat, Bucky slowly removed his hands from your waist, stepped in front of you, and turned to the camera with a smirk that could melt vibranium.

“Currently? We’ll see how the future holds up,” he said dramatically, sliding into spotlight mode. “But I think it’s lookin’ bright.” He gave a mock laugh—pure mischief—then struck a casual pose. “Right now I’m just wearing this Tom Ford suit,” he added, brushing invisible lint off his shoulder. “And this Omega Seamaster,” he flashed the wristwatch you got him, “courtesy of the lady behind me.”

You stood in the background blinking, then cracked up. “You are so—just stop, James,” you laughed.

“What?” he said, only half-faking confusion.

“It was a prank! I said ‘this is my current boyfriend Bucky,’ you were supposed to act all annoyed and be like—” you put on a fake grumpy voice, “‘Current boyfriend? What do you mean current?’ Like, get all jealous or whatever. You didn’t even play into it!”

Bucky shrugged coolly. “Nah. ’Cause I’m not, uh…”

“Toxic?” you offered with a smirk.

He gave a lazy grin. “Insecure.”

You snorted, stepping up beside him and resting your head against his arm.

No arguments there—just a very secure man, a very lucky girlfriend, and one very well-dressed “current” boyfriend who clearly plans to be anything but temporary.

John (video)

The kitchen was a mess of ingredients—ground beef, buns, pickles, and a whole pile of seasoning waiting to be put to good use. You had your phone propped up, camera already rolling, when John glanced over at you, suspicious as ever.

“I ain’t making no other vlog,” he said, shaking his head like he was so over the social media life.

“Oh, we’re making a vlog,” you replied with a sly grin, eyes flicking up at him before facing the camera again. “Today, me and my current boyfriend will be making smash burgers—”

John tilted his head so slowly, the confusion practically radiated off him. He just… stared. Silently. Processing. Trying to figure out if he heard that right.

A solid five seconds of silence passed.

You turned to him, smirking. “What do you think of that?”

John raised an eyebrow, the sass switch officially flipped. “Me and my girlfriend at the moment,” he said, eyes narrowed with mock offense, “are definitely making smash burgers tonight.”

He gave you a look right after “girlfriend at the moment” like two can play this game.

You stared back, mouth twitching. Neither of you broke for a second—until the laughter exploded out of both of you at the same time, nearly doubling over as you wheezed in the middle of the kitchen.

Somewhere in the background, a pan started to sizzle. The burgers would have to wait—because now you were both laughing too hard to function.

TikTok gold. Team dinner chaos. Just another night with your “current” man.

Logan (video)

The fire crackled low in the woodstove, casting soft golden light across the cabin walls. You were curled up on the couch, laying against Logan’s chest, his arms heavy around you in that comforting, protective way only he could manage.

With a quiet smirk, you reached for your phone, hit record, and spoke softly into the camera.

“Hey guys, me and my current boyfriend just got back from a date and walk.”

Logan barely moved, but you felt the deep rumble of his voice through his chest.

“Yeah,” he muttered, “me and my current girlfriend are about to watch a show.”

There was a pause—just long enough for the words to settle. You slowly lifted your head and glanced up at him, meeting his eyes with a raised brow.

You didn’t say a word. Just stared.

He looked right back at you, completely unfazed, and added with a little smirk:

“Isn’t that right, bub?”

You couldn’t hold it—your giggles bubbled up as you buried your face in his chest, and he chuckled lowly, brushing a hand over your back.

The video cut off right there—soft laughter, soft light, and one very not-so-temporary “current” boyfriend.