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excusethequality · 3 months

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My 2024 in Film: May

Is this it? Is this the month I finally get caught up on my movie listing duties? Perhaps!

Sometimes I'll look at what I watched in a month and it seems like I was watching things selected at random. But if you've been following these posts all year I think you'll be beginning to see the through lines to my madness.

A lot of me taking chances on things this month. Which usually means some really intriguing titles and also some truly unfortunate ones as well. I can't say I loved any of the new things I saw this month, but certainly some ones that got me thinking.

*= a rewatch

109.

Thief

(1981)

— Crime Thriller Directed by: Michael Mann

A jewel thief tries to balance his personal life and his life of crime, but soon finds that each side poses an insurmountable threat to the other.

I was listening to the Faculty of Horror episode on Michael Mann's Manhunter (1986) and they made mention of this one and it made me curious to see another of his films.

So far I'd say that Mann definitely has style, which I appreciate in a director, but I can't say that either of the films I've seen of his have really grabbed me.

There's quite a bit to the technical side of this one that I like. But I just can't be presented with such a toxicly masculine character and be rooting for them. And I get the vibe that the film is on his side and sometimes thinks he's in the right and I generally do not agree with that take.

I think he's a sack of shit. Anything good he does is wrapped in like 12 layers of caveats. If ever a character could have really used some therapy it was this guy.

In fact my letterboxd review for this one was simply, "Instead of buying silk shirts and gold watches he should have bought some therapy."

I guess on one hand it is presenting a very honest portrayal of the ways that toxic masculinity harms men as well as the women in their lives. But on the other hand, I don't get the vibe that it was specifically trying to make such points and more often than not the film itself suffers from the same tainted viewpoint that the main character does.

110.

Mac and Me

(1988)

— Sci-fi Family Adventure Directed by: Stewart Raffill

A family of aliens wind up getting sucked into a U.S. spacecraft collecting terrain and atmosphere samples on another planet. After the craft returns to Earth the baby of the family gets loose and encounters a young boy and his family.

As a Conan O'Brien fan I was well familiar with this one from Paul Rudd's visits, but had never actually seen it. So when I saw that it was on Tubi I figured it was time to see what it was all about.

Definitely a bizarre movie. Definitely something that would have been better with drinks and friends.

(I feel like I say that about a lot of the weird shit I watch. I should probably look into buying some drinks and getting more friends.)

You can see how badly it wanted to recreate the magic of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. But as is often the case when someone wants to recreate a big hit they just wind up trying to recreate a similar plot. After all the thing that made E.T. popular wasn't the plot, it was the execution. And so putting your B team behind a loose approximation of the E.T. story is just a recipe for a flop.

As far as bad movies go it has its moments where its lack of skill is quite entertaining, but overall it drags quite a bit. And the alien costumes/puppets/whatever are ROUGH. Part of why E.T. was endearing was he could emote. And these things? Ooo, boy. They definitely can't.

I feel like if you're the sort of person who would enjoy Mac and Me then you probably already know it.

111. *

The Meg

(2018)

— Creature Feature Directed by: Jon Turteltaub

A group of scientists inadvertently release a prehistoric giant shark lose from its deep sea habitat.

I thought that I had never seen this, but I was halfway through before I realized that I had. I have no idea when or where I saw it, but I have definitely seen it before.

I've undertaken the deranged mission to watch and rank all the shark movies and that's why I'm here. I would say The Meg is the epitome of a middle of the road movie. It brings me neither joy, nor does it bring me pain. It neither excels at anything nor does it truly fail at anything.

It's like a lot of talented people got together to make something none of them cared much about. In a couple years I'll probably forget I've seen it all over again.

112.

Ghost Shark

(2013)

— D-movie Creature Feature Directed by: Griff Furst

A couple of fishermen kill a shark for fun and its ghost comes back for revenge because of reasons.

Oh boy. It's not good. There's just something about the genre of shark movies that attracts people that want to make extremely low-budget trash. I am beginning to think I may have to bail before I even get close to watching all the shark movies out there.

Because damn!

The conceit that the ghost shark can manifest from out of any source of water went a long way to keeping their budget low, because now they can film their shark movie from land! And I can't really fault them for it though, because it also provides more of an interesting hook than a lot of the low-budget shark movies have.

I'll give it credit for having a few scenes go so over-the-top that it's hard not to enjoy the lunacy. But overall the lack of talent in all departments makes it a rough watch.

It's definitely not the worst shark movie I've ever seen, but it's definitely far from the top.

113.

Letter to a Pig

(2022)

— Animated Short Directed by: Tal Kantor

A young girl begins to daydream upon hearing a Holocaust survivor give a talk at her school.

This showed up on Kanopy, and it was the only one of the Oscar Animated Short Film nominees that I hadn't been able to find a copy of to watch.

There were some parts where it felt like they had just put an animation filter over some live action shots and then adjusted them by hand? Maybe they were actually rotoscoping, but it definitely was giving me filter vibes. In any case, it's a style of animation I don't particularly enjoy. And the best visuals were the ones where they weren't doing it.

This one confounded me a little. I feel like whatever it was trying to say was going over my head. And it makes some bold choices, but yeah, I'm not so sure they were actually in service to its message?

I dunno. I'm open to the theory that I was just missing/misinterpreting the themes it was going for.

114.

Cape Fear

(1991)

— Thriller Directed by: Martin Scorsese

A man gets out of prison and makes it his mission to get revenge on the defense attorney that helped get him sent to jail instead of providing him with a real defense.

I've heard about this one forever. There's even a whole episode of The Simpsons that's just their version of this!

I wanted to like it, but it's just too weird. It's a movie where two different types of misogyny are pitted against one another and I have no one to root for, because I'm just hoping that they wind up offing each other.

Plus it boggles my mind that Scorsese made this AFTER Goodfellas. There are so many shots of this that I can only describe as having a Someone's Nephew Having Fun With Aftereffects style.

Robert DeNiro is the highlight of the movie. But his character was also a woman beating, rapist, pedophile, so you can't really ever like him in the same way you might like the villains in other movies.

I'm glad I've finally seen it. Probably don't need to see it again.

115. *

Rumble in the Bronx

(1995)

— Action Directed by: Stanley Tong

A Chinese man visits his Uncle in New York City in order to help him out with his wedding and the selling of his store, but trouble finds him when he runs afoul of a local gang.

I'm pretty certain this is the movie that hooked me on Jackie Chan movies when I was a kid. I definitely had it on VHS and I've lost count of how many times I've seen it over the years.

I love this movie. I don't know what that says about my taste, but it's true. This thing is all over the place in the best possible way.

To me any great movie must be one that you'll remember long after you've seen it. And this movie is full of memorable bits. Perhaps you won't remember the specifics of the plot, but you will leave this movie with a lasting impression.

Jackie jumping off parking garages, his amazing uncle and new aunt who seem like they came in from a different movie, kids in wheelchairs being attacked by thugs, a New York City straight out of the mind of someone that's never actually been to New York City, a shooting location that also couldn't be more obviously not New York City, a plethora of amazing outfits, hovercrafts, swords-wielding convertibles, trucks full of balls, thugs, wood chippers, action, delightfully strange dubbing.

This movie has everything!

116.

Dumb Money

(2023)

— Comedic Drama Directed by: Craig Gillespie

A dramatization of the story of Keith Gill and the Game Stop short squeeze of 2021.

This movie wanted so badly to be something like I, Tonya (2017) or The Big Short (2015).

It's not. But it really wanted to be!

The especially baffling thing about that is that Craig Gillespie directed I, Tonya, so you'd think he'd be better at trying to replicate its charm?

I don't have much to say about it honestly. It's a very middle of the road movie. It's the kind of thing you can safely put on while you put together a puzzle or clean your room or something.

It's not bad or anything, there's just nothing there that really demands your attention. You'll enjoy it well enough while it's on, it will leave no lasting impressions, and a few months from now you won't remember a thing about it.

117.

The Foreigner

(2017)

— Crime Thriller Directed by: Martin Campbell

After his daughter is killed in a terrorist bombing a grieving immigrant father makes it his mission to make sure that those responsible are made to pay for their crime.

I was talking with a coworker about Jackie Chan movies where Jackie actually goes hard on the acting side of things and he mentioned this one. I was intrigued so I grabbed it from the library.

It's a weird sort of movie, because Jackie's character is 100% the most interesting part of the movie. Actually his storyline is really gripping and thrilling. But 90% of the movie just feels like your standard airport-read Thriller novel plot about politics and terrorists and whatnot. Jackie's character seems utterly shoehorned into the story. His story arc really doesn't have any importance in the overall outcomes.

But while I just thoroughly didn't care about the sordid affairs of the politicians and the gang and the rebel faction of the gang, the story of this father is fantastic.

I really don't understand why the story isn't focused on him. Jackie is really giving the performance so much emotion. And there are all these great themes about the immigrant dream and how countries in turn treat and perceive them.

So, yeah, a hard one to talk about. On one hand I love Jackie's side of the story. And on the other hand the rest of it is just incredibly stock. So do with that information what you will.

118.

Dead on Time

(1983)

— Comedy Short Directed by: Lyndall Hobbs

A man is told by his doctor that he has 10 minutes left to live and he decides to try his best to make the most of them.

As someone who grew up watching Mr. Bean episodes my grandma taped for me, I have a lot of nostalgia attached with Rowan Atkinson. So I was excited to come across this short with him that I had never heard of.

It certainly has its moments, but overall it was a little flat for me. I think if it had allowed itself to escalate the wildness of every scene some more I probably would have loved it. Actually that was part of what made Mr. Bean so brilliant: the way every skit would start in some familiar situation and then just continuously escalate everything to hilarious results.

The premise here of a man who is trying desperately to fit a lifetime's worth of living into 10 minutes is a really great set up for comedy. But it just wound up being a little too restrained to really make the most of its potential.

119.

Leviathan

(2012)

— Documentary Directed by: Lucien Castaing-Taylor & Véréna Paravel

Cameras were set up to capture the sights and sounds of a fishing ship.

I've been loving the documentaries I've seen this year so I was looking at some lists of the best documentaries and saw this one mentioned on a few. It definitely didn't sound like my kind of jam, but you never know.

The only way I can properly describe it to you is that it is 100% the sort of thing you would expect to find playing in some random room of a modern art museum installation.

It was produced by the Sensory Ethnography Lab at Harvard, which also goes a long way to describing the sort of thing you can expect.

There's no narrator, no story; nothing of that sort. Just very observational cinema, fly-on-the-wall, really in the thick of it kind of shots from all around this fishing ship. From the hull, to below deck, to on the deck, to the crew quarters. It takes you all over.

I respect the art. But definitely not my sort of thing.

In other news, life on a fishing ship looks like it sucks.

120.

Gimme Shelter

(1970)

— Rock Documentary Directed by: Albert Maysles & Charlotte Zwerin & David Maysles

A documentary on the Rolling Stones and their infamous Altamont Speedway Free Festival of 1969.

This is another one I saw on some lists of great documentaries. I didn't really know anything about it other than it was about a some Rolling Stones concert.

I spent the first half of the movie being a little bored and thinking to myself, "wow, the the 60s/70s were a weird era. Every part of this concert seems like the world's worst idea."

But then the concert starts coming together and you realize that truly this was the world's worst idea. Just a wildly bad idea that very quickly goes from "this seems a little unsafe" to "someone people are gonna die."

Also, Mick Jagger kind of seems like an asshole. There are some parts where he's being really disrespectful to the people trying to put the concert together. And at every point he seems to be blaming others for the concert being a mess. But it was y'all's dumbass idea in the first place!

Like, yeah, putting on a massive free concert for people sounds like a great idea in theory. But the second you stop and put any thought into what would happen if you get hundreds of thousands of people in one area with no food, no water, no restrooms, no security, no medical staff? Terrible idea.

And he's out here acting like how was he supposed to know that paying the Hell's Angels gang in alcohol to provide some security could backfire???

How does someone NOT know that that would backfire?

But yeah, that wound up being a wild documentary. I liked the documentary style. There's no narrator and it's all firsthand footage. And it's weirdly like watching the dreams of the 60s dying before your very eyes.

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MAY Stats

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Movies watched this month: 12

Rewatch percentage: 16.7% (2/12)

Favorite new movie of the month: Gimme Shelter

Least favorite: Ghost Shark

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Previous months' posts:

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suckitsurveys · 1 year

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When was the last time you wore a mask, and what kind of mask was it? I wore a basic surgical one for a tiny bit at the airport a couple months ago but when I saw literally no one else wearing one I took it off. I feel comfortable enough without them now, but I wasn’t sure if the airport was still requiring them.

Do you say “couch” or “sofa”? 🛋️ I say couch mostly.

Have you found any gray hairs yet? if so, how old were you when you found your first one? I haven’t noticed any yet, but I dye my hair often so who knows.

Do you think you will dye your hair when you go gray, or will you let it be natural? I’ll probably let it naturally grey when I get there.

Have you ever met anyone named Eden? No.I know someone

Which name do you like better: Eden or Aiden? Eden.

What is your favorite type of meat to eat? 🥩 Fish.

When was the last time you felt jealous of someone? Yesterday morning. A friend posted a picture and she’s doing something I’ve always wanted to do and

What are three thing you think of when you hear the word “India”? 🇮🇳 The food, the music, the clothing.

Are there any bar stools in your home? Yeah, we have a little table that comes with barstools.

When was the last time you sat on a bar stool? Uhhh I’m not sure actually, we never use those stools I mentioned above lol.

Have you ever been to a spa? 🧖♀️ Not like, a legit one, no.

What is one thing you hate? My brother in law.

Have you ever sprained your ankle? Yes.

Do you own an artist’s palette? 🎨 if so, when was the last time you used it? Nope.

When was the last time you attended a religious ceremony? ⛪️ Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh probably a funeral if you want to count that.

If applicable, what is one trend you started when you were in school? Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahha good one.

Have you ever done a craft project using a soup can? Possibly.

Have you ever had a Sony product just stop working? Sure?

What is your favorite type of tree? 🌳 Weeping willows.

Have you ever had a spaniel for a pet? No.

Do you like the word “iota”? It always make me think of Ray Liotta haha.

What celebrities were you obsessed with when you were younger? Everyone on SNL. and voice actors like Brendon Small and Billy West. And Michael Ian Black. And Paul Rudd

Would you rather sing or play an instrument? if you’d rather play an instrument, which instrument would you prefer to play? Sing I think.

Were you named after someone, and if so, who? Not necessarily named after, but my mom got my name from the movie Hannah and Her Sisters.

Did you ever play with a yoyo as a kid? 🪀 Sure.

Who is your current favorite celebrity? Aubrey Plaza, Paul Rudd, Will Arnett, Pete Davidson to name a few.

What is one thing you aren’t able to do currently, but you wish you could? There’s a handful of things.

What is one thing you think tastes good with granola? Yogurt.

When was the last time you ate a granola bar? It’s been a bit.

Do you prefer jelly or jam? 🥪 Don’t ask me the difference.

Have you ever met anyone named Cameo? No.

What was the last thing you sent in the mail? I don’t remember.

What is your favorite thing to do on the ice? I like drinks on ice lol.

Have you ever visited any of the Great Lakes? I live on Lake Michigan but I have also been to Erie and Huron

Have you ever swam in any of the Great Lakes? if so, which of the Great Lakes have you visited? I’ve swam in Lake Michigan thousands of times. I am not sure if I swam in Huron, though. I know we’ve been to Mackinac Island, but I don’t remember if we swam in the lake when we were there. And I don’t think I’ve ever swam in Erie.

What were you almost named? Matilda.

What was the name of the first dog you had as a pet? Cosmo.

Do you any of your family members have birthdays on a holiday, and if so, which one(s)? Sometimes mine is on Labor Day and occasionally my dad’s has fallen on Easter.

When was the last time you attended a kegger? 🍾 Never.

What was the last thing you wrote down? Something for work.

What is your favorite type of bird? 🦜 Cardinals.

Do you think of yourself as young or old? how old are you? I’m 33 and it changes from day to day.

Do you enjoy doing crossword puzzles? Eh. I do like other word games though.

#surveys

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labrunereve · 3 years

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𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

Last updated: 12th January 2022

💯 super great fic║⭐️ chef’s kiss

❆ Get Popcorn by @slytherinchevy

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader’s script is missing a page. The most important page—one which involves a kissing scene with Tom Holland.

❆ The Marvel Cast Treating Y/N As Their Own Child by @lovemarvelcast0105

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: In which the reader is treated like the Marvel casts’ own child.

❆ Being a High School Student on a Marvel Set by @itsallyscorner 💯

Summary: Being a high school student while being a Marvel actress at the same time is hard, but it gets easy because the casts are there to help you.

❆ Star Struck by @rae-is-typing 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Anthony Mackie & (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Spiderman a.k.a Tom Holland for the first time and he’s star struck.

❆ Memories Last Forever by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Paul Rudd, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Chris Pratt x Reader

Summary: In an interview your co-stars gush over your talent and awesomeness, and reflect on all the good memories from set.

❆ Stackie Sandwich by @itsallyscorner 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Anthony Mackie & (Hints of NON-PLATONIC) Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader gets squished in the sofa by the two beefy men at Comic Con.

❆ Praise Unheard Of by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader

Summary: You and Jake have grown close while filming together for a new movie. You have a very jokey friendship, and you keep it lighthearted most of the time. Although, in a certain interview Jake mentions how much he admires you, and as someone who hasn’t heard that from anyone before, you can’t help but cry about it.

❆ The Runt by @morizoras-cave

Summary: Headcanon of how each Marvel actors and actresses would treat the reader, the youngest Avenger.

❆ Little Coworker by @morizoras-cave 💯

Summary: Reader is so young yet she has been in numerous movies with some of the Marvel actors and they were so happy when they get the chance to reunite with her again at the Avengers movie.

❆ We’re Family by @marvelgiggles

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr. x Reader

Summary: Evans, Hemsworth and Downey finds out that the reader has a crush and forced her to tell them about him!

❆ No Harm Done by @marvelgiggles

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans & Robert Downey Jr. x Reader

Summary: Downey acts like the reader’s adoptive father and asks all the Marvel casts not to prank her, but what happens when the reader teases Chris Evans about his favorite sports team?

❆ Show and Tell by @snarky--starky 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Mark Ruffalo x Reader

Summary: Reader surprises the MCU cast with a hidden talent on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon.

❆ [Untitled] by @culturebay 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest cast of Civil War and is really close to Evans, Stan and Mackie.

❆ Meeting the Cast by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Russo x Reader

Summary: Reader plays young Black Widow and Scarlett introduces her to the other Marvel casts.

❆ Come On, Little Lady, Give Us A Smile by @afictionaladventure16 ⭐️

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Evans, Mackie and Stan saves you from a creepy paparazzi.

❆ Lost in Disney World by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader is left with Anthony in Disneyland and he lost her.

❆ The Baby by @mellowavengersstuff

Summary: You are the youngest member of the Marvel cast.

❆ Besties4Life by @mellowavengersstuff

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie x Reader

Summary: Breakups are always hard. Luckily, you have friends to sort you out.

❆ Beach Day by @mellowavengersstuff

Summary: Imagine having a beach day with the Marvel cast.

❆ The First Ever Press Conference by @mellowavengersstuff

Summary: Press with even the world mightiest heroes still freaks you out.

❆ Prank Master, huh? by @mschrisaholic

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Robert Downey Jr., Chris Hemsworth, mentions of Elizabeth Olsen and Mark Ruffalo, (NON-PLATONIC) Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Before you and Chris started dating, Chris had pulled a prank on you. This happened when you’ve just started joining the set of Avengers. You were so terrified of the fact that you’re a part of them. RDJ’s face fear you the most when you’re filming and you realized it was all a prank planned by Chris.

❆ How I Think the Marvel Cast Would React To You Falling Asleep in Their Arms by @lovemarvelcast0105

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Anthony Mackie, Tom Hiddleston, Elizabeth Olsen, Scarlett Johansson, Brie Larson, Hayley Atwell x Reader

Summary: The title is pretty self-explanatory, right?

❆ Quiz by @borkkybarnes

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You’re at the BuzzFeed studio for the promo of your next film with Sebastian and Chris and you have to take the “Do you belong with Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan” Quiz.

❆ Brother From Another Mother by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: It’s chaotic when Tom and the reader who has brother-sister relationship is put together on a press tour.

❆ Baby’s First Heartbreak by @itsallyscorner 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Scarlett Johansson & Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Summary: The reader, youngest cast member of the Avengers, experiences her first heartbreak.

❆ Trespasser by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Jake Gyllenhaal & Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Jake and Tom gets super protective at the reader after being inappropriately touched by someone at the red carpet.

❆ Persistent by @morizoras-cave 💯

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr., Mark Ruffalo, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Winston Duke x Reader

Summary: The reader and some of the male Marvel actors goes to the mall where a guy keeps hitting on the reader when she politely declines him. The guys take action.

❆ Baby Don’t Cry by @forever-more-never-again

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Chris accidentally hurts the reader while doing a stunt which left the male actors worried when the reader became unconscious.

❆ Sexualization by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: Reader was asked sexist and dirty questions by an interviewer and Tom Hiddleston stepped up to defend her.

❆ Don’t Apologize by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Reader suddenly cries when the interviewer decides to attack her with a lot of questions.

❆ I Don’t Owe You a Goddamn Thing by @afictionaladventure16

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Brie Larson x Reader

Summary: In which the female casts stands up for each other when faced with sexist questions on an interview.

❆ [Untitled] by @lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, mentions of other Avengers cast x Reader

Summary: A guy kept on eyeing the reader creepily on a dinner together with the whole cast.

❆ The End? by @lovemarvelcast0105 💯

Summary: You’re part of the Marvel cast and you’ve grown up with them. Now you’re promoting Endgame and you can’t hold back your tears.

❆ Survival by @writersblog20

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, mentions of other Avengers casts x Reader

Summary: There was a terrorist attack in the building the reader was on, the boys were panicked when they saw her stabbed.

❆ Obsessive by @morizoras-cave

Pairings: (PLATONIC) Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: A super creepy fan gets too close to the reader and Tom is ready to protect his ‘little sister’.

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boldlyvoid · 2 years

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Breakable Heaven | Chapter Four: BLUE

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Summary: the shape of his body, the colour they paint her brother's bedroom wall, the colour of the car he picks her up in, and the colour of the sky when she tries to sneak back in the next morning... it's all blue.

Warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation, teasing, mentions of overstimulation and handcuffs, swearing. Mentions of spencers moms schizophrenia and his autism, hints at how Andy lost her own mother, sneaking out, heartfelt conversations

Word Count: 7.7k

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Even when he was in a hotel with Derek while on a case, Spencer still found a way to call her to say goodnight.

It was a sweet little tradition that made her heart scream with joy. He was so unbelievably sweet, it was a shock that no one in his hometown liked him like this… how was he not drowning in women at Cal-Tech??

She went to bed, every night since meeting him, thinking about all the possible conversations they could have, imagining how he’d ask her out on more dates and how much fun they could have until she fell asleep. If she was lucky, he was in her dreams taking her on little dates or rocking her world… she liked those dreams the most.

He was her first thought in the mornings, too.

She saw him in every suit in every store window, she noticed things he’d like, she picked up on little stories happening in the world that he’d like to hear about later during their calls. Her life felt a lot more interesting when she was able to share it with someone so intimately. She’s never shared this much with someone, it’s normally terrifying to be so open, but she loves talking to him.

She’s concerned that she loves him… but she shakes that thought away whenever it shows up. She’s been thinking about him so much that any and all parts of him that she “loves” are made up from her mind and she shouldn’t rely on that. If she feels the same in a few months, then maybe it’s real… but she’s felt like this way too often about too many people to trust it.

She’s had crushes that felt this intense, but mostly on fake men… like Xander on Buffy, Paul Rudd in Clueless and her absolute favourite, Shawn on Boy Meets World. That boy was the yummiest, but thinking back to it, she always appreciated Cory’s sweetness above all else, she can see a lot of Spencer in Cory. She felt like his Topanga.

There’s no rules for this thing between them. It’s not like they’re just friends with benefits, it’s not like actually dating him would be the worst thing in the world… she just didn’t want the complications a label put on things.

Even without rules, he could still break her heart.

When her phone rings, she answers with a smile, “Hey there.”

“Hi,” his voice groggy and barely there. It was her favourite thing to hear.

“Did you have a long day?”

“No, we’ll, yeah but I also fell asleep, but I had an alarm set so I wouldn’t forget to say goodnight to you…”

She swoons, “seriously?”

“Yep.” He says with a hard P.

“You can go back to sleep, cutie, it’s okay.”

“Nooo,” he whines. “Tell me about your day? How’s Jas? Did your last exam go okay?”

She gives in with a sigh. She leans back against her pillow and gets comfortable under the covers, “if I start telling you and you fall asleep, I’m not going to be mad.”

“I won’t fall asleep again, I promise.”

“Okay then,” she gives in with a sweet smile. “My exam went well, I think? I never know with biology. Um, and Jas is good… I haven’t seen her since yesterday. She found a boyfriend for the summer.”

“She’s given up on the experiment?” Spencer fakes a gasp, making Andy laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s a good thing. She had enough data on sex anyway, it’s about damn time she started getting some love in there too.”

“Equal parts of sex and love do make a great relationship,” he agrees. “Am I ever going to get to meet her?”

“Probably” she shrugs, “she’s getting an apartment downtown, near Joe’s actually. So, I can tell my dad I’m at her place and go to yours instead…”

“Naughty.”

She can hear his smile. “What? Don’t tell me you aren’t also trying to figure out how to get me back over there?”

“It’ll happen when it happens,” he doesn’t seem too rushed by it. “Speaking of which, did you still want me to come and help you paint this weekend?”

“Yes, please,” she’s extra sweet. “Dad and Derek are going to build the crib and all the other baby stuff. Which also means Penelope and JJ will probably stop in to see them, so it won’t be too weird to have you there too.”

“I'm excited to finally see the Hotchner house,” he teases. “I’ve heard it’s basically a mansion.”

“It’s pretty big… I mean, we have a gate with a code and a rose garden with yard people, so yeah, it's basically a mansion.”

It makes him laugh, “And maybe now you can show me how you sneak out of your window…”

“I could,” she feels her cheeks start to burn. “You have a car, right?”

“It’s old. And loud.”

“Shit,” she bites her lip to think. “What if you parked at the end of the street and I met you down there?”

“Do you not need help getting down from the window?” He’s overly concerned. “Cause I already had a plan to just leave the car at the new build in your neighbourhood and walk over… I might have to climb the gate or jump the fence, but I was going to help you down.”

“My hair isn’t long enough to play rapunzel,” she teases him.

“Am I not a Romeo?”

“Older than me, check, my dad doesn’t particularly like you, check… you just better not stab yourself,” she tries to tease him but she just hears his bedsheets ruffle as he sits up.

“He doesn’t like me?”

“No, I mean, yes! Yes, he likes you, I just meant he wouldn’t like you if I showed interest in you, like marriage at 13 interest. He said he really likes you, you’re an asset to the team…”

“But?”

“But you can’t shoot for shit…”

“Great,” he smacks himself in the forehead, causing the slap to ring through the phone. “That’s just fantastic. I didn’t want you to know that! I have my qualification in a month. A month, okay!”

“Spence,” she softens her voice. “I’m not judging you. You’re a new agent, and you’re in a team that doesn’t require you to carry. It’s perfectly fine and normal to not be qualified yet.”

“Just because you know what to say to me doesn’t mean it’s true,” he mumbles.

“What was that?”

“It’s just,” he lets out an exasperated sigh and flops back down against his pillow. “You’re studying the human brain, you could be a psychologist if you wanted to… and you have the Hotchner gene of just knowing everything like you can read minds. But, just because you have a reason for it, it doesn’t stop my mind from being anxious.”

“I know that,” she sympathizes. “Does it help at all when I attempt to rationalize or would you like to ramble and search for an answer with my help?”

“You’d do that?”

She’d do anything for him.

“Absolutely, Spence. If there’s a way I can help you ease your mind, I’m going to help.”

“Why?”

“Well…”

Because I love you.

“Um, cause I like being your friend and I feel like you don’t have a friend who you can really talk to.”

It’s convincing enough.

“Okay,” he believes her. “You just have to promise me to do the same. Please talk to me. I uh, I have a hard time understanding meaning in people’s words and actions sometimes, and I’d hate to lose you— you know, as a friend and all, just because I couldn’t read something in you.”

“Well, luckily for you, I also come in audiobook,” she teases, “I can tell you for certain that I like you, Spencer. I enjoy our time together, and in my eyes, you’re really cool.”

“Really?”

“Really, really,” she giggles. “And, luckily for you, I have shooting experience… I’ve gone to the gun range with my dad a few times, I can teach you some things if you want?”

“Are you going to make me feel stupid like your dad does?”

“If you ever feel that way with me, shoot me,” she’s completely serious. “I’d never want to make you feel like that.”

“You never have,” he admits. “I can admit I also really like you. I think a bit more than a friend should…”

“Good,” she encourages it. “Cause there’s no rules to what this is, you know that right? We’re not dating, but we’re really good friends… sex with you is going to be great but I also really love these phone calls before bed. Sharing feelings and being open and honest and having fun without a label, just for the summer, is going to be fun.”

“So if I asked you to be my girlfriend in September, you’d say yes?”

“Maybe,” she teases him again, but inside she’s screaming at all the possibilities she’s going to have with him.

“Cat and mouse, that’s what we’re playing,” he can’t help but laugh. “but I’ll get you.”

“You’re the mouse,” she points out. “You’re the timid one, I’m kind of an asshole, so I’m a cat. It’s obvious.”

“I haven’t been called a pussy my whole life for this kind of treatment!” He jokingly calls back.

“Let me be the cat and you can have mine,” she changes her tone and hears him gasp in response. “See. I’m the cat.”

“Fine,” he gives in with a giggle, probably shaking his head with a cute little smile.

She never wanted to stop talking to him.

—

When he woke up from his nap to call her before bed, this was the last place he expected the conversation to go.

“No, you hang up,” she whispers through the phone, “you have to get up in 5 hours…”

He sighs, looking at the clock to see it's indeed 1 am. “I miss you too much in my sleep.”

“Oh yeah?” She teases. “Does it not carry into your dreams?”

He blushes, trying not to give anything away about the flight that shall not be mentioned. He still can’t believe he had such a dirty dream about her in such a public place. She was his boss's daughter, his best friend… the only girl he’s ever liked this much.

“So that’s a yes,” she answers for him with a laugh.

“No,” he panics, also laughing, “I mean, yeah… but they’re totally normal dreams, so…”

“That’s a lie,” she can see right through him. “I know because I’ve been having some good dreams about you too.”

“I doubt they're like mine,” he mumbles. “You have this crazy effect on me, my body and my soul.”

“Spence…?” her voice gets even lower.

“Yeah?”

“My roommate still isn’t back.”

“Is she supposed to be?” He worries for her, knowing how much Jasmine means to her.

“She’s out with her new boyfriend, probably getting fucked, so no one is here to hear us,” she spells it all out for him. “If you wanted to tell me what we do in those dreams of yours?”

A little moan makes its way past his vocal cords and out in a sigh, “you’re serious?”

Of course, she was. She was his perfect woman sent from heaven just for him. He’s never believed in God, he’s never understood worshiping someone so intensely… now he’d do anything to get on his knees for her. He’d worship her to the fullest extent.

“Come on,” she tries to entice him, not knowing he was already growing hard, willing to do anything with her as long as it was with her. “After asking me if I’ve had an orgasm, I’m sure you’d like to hear me have one?”

“Fuck,” heat rushes through his body at the thought. She was so sexy, he wanted more than ever to be the one to make her cum, but hearing it would suffice for now.

“Mmm, are you getting hard for me, baby?”

“Been hard a while now,” he’s honest with her. “You have that effect on me.”

“If only I was there with you again—

“We’d be picking up where we left off,” he insists. “If my pager hadn’t gone off, I would have devoured your pussy.”

She lets out a startled laugh, not used to him using that language or being so forthcoming. “Really?”

“Mhm,” he closes his eyes, thinking about it in depth. “I bet you taste delicious, fuck, I can’t stop thinking about how pretty you’d be on my fingers… my face even.”

Her breathing is heavy but she’s silent, “do you like how that sounds?” He teases.

“Yeah…”

“Good,” he’s never been this way with anyone before, but it suddenly felt right. “I need to thank you for taking such good care of me… my hand will never feel as good as yours did.”

“Are you touching yourself now?”

He wasn’t yet, but he takes the opportunity to free his cock from his boxers, “better question, are you going to touch yourself?”

“Can I?” She acts extra innocent. “Please?”

“Do you have any toys?” He wonders, hoping it’s not too much to ask.

“I do,” she whispers back, “when my roommate found out that Brad couldn’t get me off, she bought me one to make up for it.”

“That’s nice of her,” he can’t help his mind from thinking about her and her friend together. They seemed very close, it was only natural for people to experiment in college, he wouldn’t blame her if she did. “Can I ask you something really dirty?”

“Sure?” He can hear her open a drawer and dig around for something.

“Do you ever get off with her in the room?”

She laughs, “no, I’ve thought about it… but no. She’s had sex while I’ve been asleep though, I know that’s happened.”

“Huh,” that must’ve been uncomfortable for her.

“Why? Did you think we’d get off together?” She teases him. “Is that exciting for you to think about?”

“Well…”

“Spence—” she laughs at his honesty. “You know, last week also Haley asked if I was into women… apparently me being quiet means I’m gay.”

“There are rumours that you’re gay going around campus,” Spencer doesn’t hold anything back from her. “I’ve heard guys say that to cope with the fact you won’t date them.”

She scoffs, “of course, they would.”

“I ruined the mood,” he worries, scolding himself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, you didn’t,” she soothes him, “I mean, it sucks that they talk about me like that but I don’t care. And all you should care about is the fact that out of every agent there is, I broke my own rules for you.”

His brain malfunctions at the realization that she did, in fact, pick him out of everyone in the whole FBI. There were rumours spread about her, she was well desired with many options and yet she picked him. “You did…”

“Cause I like you,” she whispers. “Is it cool that I said all that…”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t know where the sudden lack of confidence in her voice came from. “I like you too, remember? I know you think this is really delicate, or you think I am… but without rules to break, we don’t have to be that delicate.”

“God, I wish you were here with me right now,” she whines.

“I would be delicate, with you at least, to savour it all.”

“Spence,” his name sounds wonderful on her lips in the dark. “Tell me more.”

“Okay,” he tries to stay calm, breathing steadily so he doesn’t give away how thoroughly turned on he is.

And then he hears the hum of her vibrator as she turns it on and a simple sigh of relief from her.

“Being the first guy to make you finish is something I’m going to hang onto with pride. But I’m not just going to stop at one. I could happily live between your legs, you’ll have to physically pull me off.”

“Shit,” a moan slips from her throat. “I’ve never been overstimulated before…”

“No?” He relishes the thought. “What if I cuffed you and used that toy on you till you were crying from it?”

She laughs, startled by this side of him. “Fuck me, please, oh my god?”

He grips his cock at the base, trying not to cum from just her sounds alone. “I wish I was, angel. Fuck,” he strokes himself lightly, thumbing the precum and gliding it along his cock for support. “I wish I was the one making you sound like that right now.”

“I bet if you fucked me, you’d see that little bulge in my stomach…”

He groans, gritting his teeth and breathing through his nose, he’s never been this fucking close and denied release before.

“I’m so close,” she barely whispers, panting as her orgasm catches up to her, he can only imagine how angelic she looks like that: right there on the edge, filled with every good hormone and endorphin known to man, completely blissful.

“Cum for me,” he instructs, almost forgetting the most important part. “Angel.”

He listens intently after that as the humming gets more intense, she goes up a level and moans as she ruts against the vibrator. “Spence, Spence,” she starts to unravel.

She makes his name sound like gospel. Her moans like prayer, repeated and affirming just how much she worships him back.

“I wish I could feel you cum in me,” she adds, unexpectedly.

He gasps, his hand stills and his heart almost beats out of his chest as it's covered in his own cum. He’s breathless like he just fell 3 stories and landed on his back, winded and speechless.

“Are you alive?” She teases him with a giggle.

“Uh-huh,” he smiles to himself. “a mess, but here, nonetheless.”

She lets out a long sigh, “do I hang up here or take you to the bathroom with me?”

“Mute yourself while you pee if you’re embarrassed,” he rationalizes. “I’ve gotta clean up too.”

“Okay, I’ll be back,” she warns and then the line goes silent.

He forgets that muting herself means that she can still hear him. This means she now knows he talks to himself while he does little tasks, and he holds himself sometimes too.

He huffs as he gets out of bed, ‘Jesus, could you have made a bigger mess at 1 in the morning?’ He mumbles to himself. He takes a few tissues from the box and attempts to wipe himself off before stripping the sheets.

‘Perfect, just fucking perfect,” he throws them into the hamper and opens his drawer in search of a new pair of boxers.

“I can hear you, you know,” he laughs as she picks back up. “I made just as big of a mess, it’s not that bad for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I move home tomorrow so all my other sheets are packed away, I’m going to have to sleep on a wet spot.”

“Don’t get me hard again,” he’s completely serious, but she still laughs. “I’m probably not going to get to sleep tonight…”

“A nap and an orgasm… might as well’ve had coffee when you called me,” she teases. “If you make yourself yawn you’ll be able to sleep, I promise.”

He yawns almost as if she put a spell on him, “hey!”

“I know how the brain works,” she squeals back. “Do you want to sleep or not?”

“Preferably with you,” he admits, “but if I’m going to get any sleep tonight, I’m going to have to say goodnight and finish changing my sheets.”

“Okay, goodnight Spencer. Text me in the morning?”

“Of course, angel,” he wouldn’t ever forget. “I’ll see you in 2 days, good luck tomorrow.”

“Thank you, night.”

“Night,” he hangs up right after her.

There’s a silence that feels like something is missing.

“Love you...” He whispers into the empty room and then sighs. “Too much for my own good.”

—

Jas sits on the edge of Andy’s bed, causing her to stir, “wake up sleepy head, it’s moving day.”

She groans and rolls into her pillow, “noooo.”

“Come on, I brought you coffee and breakfast,” she entices her.

Andy sits up with a sigh, she rubs her eyes and moves her long blond hair out of her face, “I’m exhausted…”

“How late were you up?” Jas is automatically confused because she never stays up too late.

“Like 3?”

“Why?”

“Spencer and I were on the phone,” she can’t hide her smirk, “we kinda, you know… got off together?”

Jas basically jumps for joy, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her as she cheers, “oh my god!! You’re growing up so fast!”

“And I get to see him on Saturday,” she adds, reaching for the iced coffee on her night table that Jas so kindly brought. “How was your night?”

She shrugs, “we watched America’s next top model in his living room and cuddled, we made dinner together and we had sex before going to sleep at 11:30… it was like we’ve been married for 10 years, it was so routine?”

“So you feel safe with him?” Andy smiles at her with hope, it was such a wonderful feeling, being in love.

She nods, pressing her lips together in an awkward smile, not wanting to give too much away, she gets bashful. “I think I love him?”

Andy squeals, bouncing on her bed a bit, “I can’t believe you finally did it!!”

“Oh, shut up,” she pretends it’s not a big deal. “I haven’t told him yet, I don’t want to scare him off.”

“It doesn’t matter if he knows! You’re growing up too!” Andy teases her right back, “I’m so happy for you.”

“You just better spill everything when you fall in love with Stephen Hawking Jr,” she pokes Andy in the side before hugging her.

Andy rests her chin on Jasmine's shoulder, holding her with her free hand, “I will… I told him I just want to have fun this summer and so he asked if he could ask me out in September when all is said and done and life goes back to normal.”

“And you said?” She wants every detail STAT!

“I said we’ll see,” she can’t help but lead her on, “I honestly don’t know how this’ll go, I’m just letting it happen. Who knows, he could change his mind or run away when my dad gets on his case… you know how it goes.”

“You’re going to end up marrying this kid, I can feel it,” she gets up from Andy’s bed and wanders over to her own. “And we’ll look back on the days we had here, reminiscing about how we weren’t going to date agents and then did that exact thing.”

“So it’s official, Henderson’s your boyfriend?”

She nods, “he asked me this morning before I left, he said he didn’t want to see me go without me knowing I meant everything to him…”

“Oh,” she swoons, “okay, I like him too, that’s so sweet. I’m so happy for you!”

“I’m happy for you too,” she smiles at her from across the room. “What time do your parents get here?”

“Move out is at 11, so like 10:30 knowing them,” she laughs, “it’s my dad and aunt Jess coming, Haley’s not walking up all these stairs to help me leave when they’re trying to prevent Jack from exiting early.”

“It’s going to be weird not living together,” Jas gets emotional.

Andy’s head tilts to the side while she pouts, “Jas, I’m going to miss you!”

“You have to come to my apartment sometime this summer?” She makes Andy promise.

She nods enthusiastically, “of course! Maybe I can bring Spencer and our guys can bond too?”

“That would be perfect.”

“You’re not losing me that easy,” she gets up from bed and heads over to wrap Jas up in a hug. “I love you, bestie.”

“I love you more.”

—

Pulling up to his boss's house on a Saturday morning was weird. He could admit that.

Before he can even roll his window down and buzz for the front gate to open, it’s opening on its own. He drives in and the first thing he see’s is Andy, standing in the driveway with a big smile as she waves.

He carefully parks his car behind her dad's and she’s opening his door before the car is even turned off. “Hi!”

“Hey, Angel,” he keeps his voice low as he gets out and wraps his arms around her for a quick hug. “How are you?”

“Amazing now,” she smiles with a sweet blush. Her make ups done, her hair is curled and braided, and she looks beautiful for just wanting to paint a room with him. “Blue jeans and Nikes?” She teases him. “Who are you and where is Spencer Reid?”

“Yes, I own jeans,” he shoves her lightly, “I didn’t want to ruin anything nice.”

“Smart, and you look good,” she smirks, raising her brows a bit. “Um, did you want a tour?”

He nods, “sure,” not realizing what she meant by tour.

She drags him around to the garden, hidden behind a rose bush, she pushes him up against the house and kisses him suddenly. He lets out a shocked gasp before giving in, closing his eyes and relaxing against the wall. She presses against him, leaving him no choice but to wrap his arms around her and hold her close as her tongue explores his mouth.

He almost forgets they’re just outside her father's house, his boss could literally come around that corner and murder him if he found them, but Andy didn’t care.

When she pulls back, he feels like she kissed all the smarts from him. He looks at her like an idiot, blinking a few times, “wow.”

“It’s been a long week,” she teases, “I missed you.”

“You shouldn’t have kissed me,” he teases, his hands lowering over her butt and he pulls her in flush against his chest. “I’m not going to be able to think about anything else for the rest of the day.”

She smirks, moving her hands from where they rested on his shoulders to cup his face. She soothes her thumbs over his cheeks, staring at him contently, “I know, but we get some alone time later…”

He nods, “and you can steal as many kisses as you you want throughout the day.” He adds with a smirk before leaning in and doing just that.

She gets caught up in him again, so much so that she lifts one of her legs to get closer to him. He can’t get enough of her as he palms her ass and thigh, she moans into his mouth and then has to pull herself back, hands resting on his chest, “uh-uh, calm down there, cowboy.”

“Cowboy?” He laughs, “how’d you know thats what I wanted to be when I grew up?”

“Hotchner’s know everything,” she reminds him. “Now you better be good or else my dad will figure this out.”

He nods, “I’ll be on my best behaviour, mom,” he teases her. As if he would act out in her father's home. Especially when he knew there were at least 3 guns available to him at all times. He was a scary dude, Spencer wasn’t going to fuck with that.

“Hm, he was right,” she mumbles, tilting her head with a raised brow quickly.

“Who was?”

She sighs, “my dad said you’ve got mommy issues, so I figured it would translate into the bedroom.”

He laughs, but the longer he thinks about it the less funny it gets, “huh…”

“See,” she smirks, “but I don’t mind, I do too.”

He nods, “maybe we can talk about it sometime?”

She gives him a sweet smile, “yeah, I’d love to get to know you a bit better.”

“Likewise,” he squeezes her butt one last time and then lets her free, “should we go start painting?”

She kisses him one last time but Spencer continues to push her along, slapping her butt as she skips off in front of him. “Hey!” She laughs, continuing around the bush and back towards the front of the house, the two of them giggle together all the way, they almost miss Derek in the driveway.

“What’s going on here?” He points between them, already skeptical of what their answer could be. He takes his sunglasses off and stares them down.

“Oh, I was just showing Spencer the garden and he pointed at the hoe and said, ‘oh, I didn’t know Derek was already here?’ and look who showed up,” she lies easily, making Spencer smile.

“I see how it is,” Derek glares at him, “what are you even doing here?”

“Helping Andy paint the baby’s room,” it’s a rather simple answer, seeing as it’s the truth. “I’m tall and take orders well, and she doesn’t have to pay me.”

“Exactly,” Andy agrees. “Speaking of, we still need to tape around the ceiling, did you want to help?”

“Nope,” Derek shakes his head, “I’m going to build a crib and eat whatever Penelope brings.”

“Save a sprinkled donut for me,” Spencer requests.

He gives him a thumbs up before walking off and towards the front door. He quickly runs up the stairs and heads inside without knocking, “that was close.”

“He won’t figure it out,” she sounds so sure of herself.

Spencer doesn’t know how to take that, so he just keeps walking towards the house and she follows quickly behind. “Have you ever been here before?”

He shakes his head, letting her go inside first before him.

Up the staircase and down the hall, she heads right to Jack's room. “So 3 walls are going to be light blue, but this main wall here where the crib will go is going to have a darker blue and I’m going to add clouds later.”

“Sounds cute,” Spencer agrees, tucking his shirt into his pants before he kneels down to open a paint can. “Do you want to start taking off the outlet covers?”

She nods, “yeah, I have to go find a screwdriver first.” And then she’s gone, leaving him all alone.

He takes a look around and looks out the window which faces the wide-open backyard they had surrounded by forest. The closet is already stocked with diapers and baby clothes, there are toys at the bottom and boxes of compacted furniture in the hallway. They were really ready for this baby to join their family.

“Why are you here?” Aaron stops at the doorway, puzzled to see him.

“Oh, Andrea asked me if I’d help her paint, cause I’m tall and she wouldn’t have to pay me,” he repeats what he told Derek earlier.

He purses his lips and nods, “okay, well, thank you, uh, I’m going to put some coffee on. Did you want some?”

“No thank you, I had some before I got here,” he can’t help but feel awkward.

Aaron just nods and keeps heading down the stairs, passing Andy on her way back up, who just says: “morning, gotta paint,” and keeps running.

She closes the door when she returns, resting against it with a sigh, “fuck,” she catches her breath hastily, “I hate those stairs.”

“You’re not supposed to run up them 2 at a time,” he teases.

“How did you know?”

“Based on the sounds of your feet,” he shrugs, it’s how his brain works. “There are 16 steps and you made 8 stomps.”

She smiles as she shakes her head with such fondness for him, that it’s just overflowing into the room. For the first time, he knows.

This is infatuation, this is longing and yearning and everything ever described in a love song… this was where he had to catch her as she fell for him.

This was everything he waited his whole life for.

“What?” He smiles back, feeling just as giddy.

“Nothing,” she pretends she isn’t overwhelmed with feelings for him. “Um, the tape is there,” she points to the materials, “if you want to start with the ceiling?”

He nods, quickly snapping back into reality and getting to work.

They have small talk the same way they would on the phone at night, it flows normally and somehow always ends up with them somehow talking about the meaning of life, philosophy, world religions, aliens, you name it. They didn’t have a limit on what they could talk about with each other, and she actually liked to listen to all his answers, no matter how long and contrived they are.

They talked all through the paint prep, through the first coat on the main walls and even during their lunch break. Haley ordered them all pizza for a job well done, she was extremely grateful for not having to lift a finger.

“How do you know so much?” She asks with a twinkle in her eye, adoring him more and more each time he went on a rant about something.

He normally just shrugs and shakes his head, but this time he stops to really think about it, “when I was a kid I spent a lot of time with my mom, she was a literature professor, so I’ve always been drawn to learning more and reading as much as I could, and I guess all the information is just stuck in here now.”

“That’s so cool, did you go to class with her a lot?” Andy wants to know more, even though she already knows more than anyone else in Spencer's life.

He simply nods, “until she couldn’t work anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she assumes the worst. “I lost my mom when I was 3.”

“I’m not sure when I lost my mom,” he admits, biting the inside of his lip and turning away from her, he wasn’t normally an emotional person when in front of others. “She has schizophrenia.”

“Is she on medications?”

“Yeah,” he’s quiet, he dips his paintbrush in the deeper blue and begins the outline on the main wall to distract himself. “It’s just hard, being more of a caretaker than a child… as well as her emotional support person, her punching bag and a full-time student.”

Andy takes the paintbrush from him and puts it down, she pulls him into a hug and holds him close, letting him rest his chin on her shoulder while she snuggled into his. “I know this doesn’t make up for it all, but I wish I knew you growing up so I could’ve given you more hugs all the time.”

“They say 8 hugs a day keeps your nervous system regulated,” he explains softly without letting her go.

“So only like 6 more left to give… unless this counts as 2?” She doesn’t let go either. “What’s the appropriate amount of time for a hug.”

He shrugs with her still in his embrace, “don’t care. I like this one too much.”

“You know, I really thought we’d end up covered in paint and arguing the whole time,” she admits, not yet letting go.

“Why?” He laughs, pulling back to look at her.

“Because I’ve seen too many movies where someone takes charge and the other gets mad so they splash paint on them and then it becomes a paint fight and before you know it, they’re on the floor kissing and covered in paint,” she explains.

“Like in 10 things I hate about you when they go to the paint place… it’s like paintball but they use water balloons?”

“How do you know that movie?” She’s genuinely shocked.

“I spend a lot of my time in hotels,” he reminds her and then does the unthinkable.

He grabs the paintbrush from the paint tray and brushes it along her bicep, “oh no, how did that happen?”

She gasps, “you did not…”

He nods, lips pressed together, “but I did?”

“We can’t make the floor blue,” she scolds him but then dips her finger in the paint and boops him on the nose, “there, now we’re even.”

He pulls her in close and kisses her, smearing the blue paint against her nose and cheek. She rests her hand on his cheek, getting more paint on his face and neck, and then the door opens and they have to break apart in a flurry.

“Jesus, Marble,” Andy knows right away that it’s just their dog and not her dad. She picks up the cute little Corgi and brings him over, “Spence, this is Marble.”

He pets his head, scratching behind his ear, “Hi Marble. You’re so nice, and quiet? Most dogs bark at me like I’m a danger to them.”

Andy laughs, “he’s so chill, he’s a Hotchner.”

“I didn’t know you had a dog?”

She nods, “he was my uncle Seans, but when he went into rehab the first time Marble came to live with us and now he doesn’t have a dog-friendly apartment.”

Spencer spends a few more moments petting Marble, taking to him sweetly without noticing how Andy watches him. “You’re going to be good with Jack when he’s born.”

“You think?” His eyes gleam.

She nods, “you’re gentile and you radiate a calmness that I think us Hotchner's gravitate towards.”

He just laughs to himself, shaking his head in absolute disbelief. “I can’t believe you actually like me?”

She sets Marble back down before looking up into Spencer’s eyes, she cups his face in her hands, “start believing it, pretty boy.”

“You’ll just have to show me how much later,” he teases, “I still don’t know how you sneak out…”

“Come with me,” she takes his hand and drags him to the door, looking out into the hall to make sure the coast is clear.

She continues down the hallway to her room, dragging Spencer inside, hearing Marble's little nails click on the hardwood as he follows with a pep in his step.

She grabs a makeup wipe and carefully takes the paint off Spencer's nose. “My turn,” he takes it from her and wipes the paint off her face too, he’s extra gentle with her, he uses this moment to study her face. There's a gold fleck in her brown eyes, she has so many freckles on her cheeks, she’s everything to him.

“I can’t wait to be alone with you,” she whispers, “like, really alone.”

“Me either,” his eyes flick between her lips and back to her eyes, all he’s thinking about is kissing her until he has to leave again.

But she breaks away, showing him the window, “my window leads to the roof, then I climb down the vines there, it’s not that hard.”

“Okay, he nods along, “your dad made it seem like you’re some Houdini who can sneak out of anything…”

“He’s overdramatic,” she laughs. “You should know that by now.”

“He’s only ever serious at work,” Spencer explains, “at least, I think so… I’m not sure. I’ve always had a hard time reading most people.”

“I figured,” she tilts her head slightly like she’s been studying him for a while and just found the hypothesis. “You said your mom has schizophrenia?”

He nods.

“Have you been checked for Autism?”

He nods again, “how did you know?”

“There’s a link between women with schizophrenia and having children with Autism,” she explains, “and most people with autism don't develop schizophrenia.”

“Really?” His heart stops, that’s the one fear he’s had his whole life. He never wanted to become like his mom. He wanted to grow up and have a family and provide the way he was supposed to. He wanted to be a good dad and marry a good woman to be a good mom to their kids who would only ever know a happy family.

Andy nods, stepping closer to him, she places a hand on his cheek and brings him in closer to her. She rests her forehead against his, “no matter what, I think you’re wonderful and sweet, and smart… you’re going to lead such a wonderful life, Spencer Reid.”

“I just hope you’re in it for a while,” he whispers. “A long while.”

“I hope so too.”

—

She told him where to park, how to jump the fence and where to wait outside her house, only for him to show up early to throw rocks at her window.

She opens it with a smirk, “I’m surprised you could hit it,” she whispers, teasing him for his typically bad aim. “Hold on a sec.”

He nods, not wanting to make too much sound outside, her dad could still hear them and wonder if it’s an intruder… he didn’t need to get shot just to take her on a date.

She grabs a jacket and a couple throw blankets before climbing out her window and onto the roof, her room was on top of the garage, so it wasn’t like her dad could hear her walking on the shingles. She tosses him the blankets and motions for him to step back while she grabs onto the trellis and shakes it a bit to check if it’s still as sturdy as it once was. She finds her footing, she climbs down carefully and before she knows it, she’s face to face with him in the garden again.

“Hi,” she whispers, getting closer to his face and brushing her nose against his.

“Hi,” he whispers back before stealing a quick kiss, he tosses the blankets under one arm and takes her hand in his, “let’s go.”

It’s so hard not to giggle as they run, Spencer is like a newborn giraffe with his shaky limbs and large strides. They sneak through the bushes, past the trees and over the little stone fence that mapped the perimeter.

His car is parked just down the street, “I hope you don’t mind, my car is ancient.”

“It’s cute,” she’s pleasantly surprised by it.

He walks her to the passenger side and opens the door for her, letting her get settled in before he closes it too. He rushes around to his side and quickly turns the car on.

“What did you have planned for tonight?”

“Well,” he smirks as he drives off, “Gideon is at his cabin this weekend which means the lake access near his house is vacant and now one can see us…”

“Ooh,” she likes the sound of that. “You sure he won’t mind us breaking in?”

He shakes his head, “I asked in advance if I could bring a girl over when he was out of town, so we can watch the stars and stuff… he laughed and told me to knock myself out.”

“That’s mean,” her brows furrow, giving him a similar upset look that her father carried around on a daily basis. “I seriously don’t understand why they think you’re some nerd virgin?”

“Cause I am?” He reminds her with a laugh, “I don’t mind. It’s nice that they don’t think I can have something like this because then they aren’t asking me questions, that would be the hard part.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because if I had the chance to talk about this with them, I’d never be able to shut up,” he admits, turning the same colour as the streetlight they stopped at. “I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret if they knew I was seeing someone.”

“Does it bother you that I don’t want anyone to know?” She has been wondering that all week, hoping he didn’t think the worst. “I’m not ashamed to be with you, I don’t think you’re weird or anything, I just don’t want my dad to do to you what he did to Peter.”

“I heard about that, and just so you know, it wouldn’t phase me, I’m a doctor,” he teases.

“Funny,” she smacks his arm but then takes his hand in hers. “Seriously, I just want you to get to know me on my terms, not the version I am for my father or the reputation I have at school because of him, I want you to like me for me.”

“Do you want me to be honest?” He suggests, turning down a dimply lit back road where all his attention stays.

“Please do.”

“When I joined the team, your dad was celebrating you getting your GED and getting into Georgetown, he showed me all the photos in his office with you in them, I saw your softball championship and your grade 8 graduation, I heard all about how wonderful, talented and cool you were from him and that’s how I think of you,” he explains and her heart swells. “I know how mean kids can be at school, so what they say doesn’t matter. And frankly, from the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to know all of you, not just the bits of gossip I’ve heard from all over.”

“My dad said you were a genius, Haley said you were awkward and had a thing for blondes, that’s all I knew going into this,” she admits right back. “I flirted with you at the banquet because I thought it would be fun to make you blush, and then that shade of red became my favourite colour.”

“I am driving,” he reminds her, overwhelmed with feelings from her confession.

“Sorry,” she shakes the emotions out. “I’m just excited to be with you, that’s all.”

“I’m excited to be with you, too,” he admits. “And for what I have planned tonight, how would you feel about me setting up a little picnic and my telescope and we can look at the stars together?”

“I’d love that?” She can’t believe that’s what he planned. “Really?”

“It’s all in the trunk, and I’m glad you brought more blankets cause it’s colder than I expected,” he pretends to shiver.

“It’s the breeze off the lake,” she explains, “too bad I didn’t bring my bathing suit.”

“I’m not a good swimmer,” he admits. “I never really learned.”

“So now there are 3 things I get to teach you,” she teases him, so infatuated she could burst.

“What?”

“Shooting, sex and swimming.”

“Fuck you,” he can’t help but laugh, he just shakes his head and turns down Gideons street.

“I’m trying to get you to!” At least she’s honest.

“Soon.”

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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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Can you write a little mix member x avengers cast?? Maybe?

Hello love! Thank you for the request, I apologize for taking so long to work on it! I’ve written this as a headcanon, since I haven’t done any of those in a while. I hope you like it❤️

💌.

The Marvel Cast Finds Out You’re In Little Mix

Why is this lowkey a crack fic/headcanon😭💀

Alrighty so, I feel like they probably wouldn’t know you’re part of a band or who Little Mix is.

Since SADLY, the girls aren’t as big in the States as we’d like them to be:(

The people who definitely might know you are ✨The Brits✨ and Scarlett because she has a young daughter who probably listened to Wings or something—kids find everything on the internet these days.

Working with Marvel was your first acting gig; so none of them knew anything about you or if you’ve been in other films, etc.

Except for Tom Holland, who was lowkey fangirling at the fact he gets to work with one of the Little Mix members.

Side note: he’ll be deeply offended when he figures out the others don’t know about Little Mix or that you can sing.

The rest of the cast (RDJ, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Seb, Lizzie, etc.) had a hunch that you were some kind of writer.

You were always humming to yourself and writing in your notebook or typing down notes in your phone when something came to mind.

Though they didn’t pry at your business because—well, it wasn’t their business.

They could find out about your other job through many ways. Maybe you guys are doing promo and some interviewers mention the band and things about a new album, to which most of them were confused about.

“So (Y/n), I know this is your first time acting. How different was it from performing on stage and acting on camera?”

Everyone’s attention would be on you (this is a panel btw) Mackie’s looking at the back of your head in confusion, Robert fully turns in his seat to look at you, Lizzie is also curious, Evans is looking between you and the reporter—everyone is just confused.

“Performing on stage? Did you do Broadway (y/n/n)?” Evans asked. Tom (Holland) scoffed shaking his head, disgusted to be part of this group of uncultured swines.

You chuckled and shook your head, “No, I’m a singer. I’m part of a girlband.”

The whole cast gasped in shock. Mackie let out a loud “WHAT?!”. Robert leaned even closer to you trying to see if you were lying. Others whispered amongst themselves asking each other if they knew.

Tom (Holland) just sat back watching everyone’s reactions along with you. Amused at the amount of questions that were suddenly being thrown your way.

He’d also be quick to add, “NOT just ANY girlband, but the biggest girlband on the planet.”

For clarification, Tom’s a very proud Mixer.

Scarlett finally recognized you, knowing that she’s seen you somewhere before, but could never put her finger onto it. “Wait you’re from Little Mix!”

“THANK YOU! FINALLY SOMEONE WITH SOME TASTE!” Tom yelled, dramatically turning to Scarlett.

After the initial shock, everyone was very curious. They wanted to hear your music, wanted to know the other members, when your next tour was—they were very ecstatic.

When you guys finally reached London for the press tour, there was a lot of hype for Little Mix because you guys were going to finally reunite after months of being apart.

The girls were allowed to visit set, but since you guys were working on your new album, they were stuck in London. You were relocated to Atlanta, filming an Avengers movie and working on the album via FaceTime/Zoom.

You and the girls reunite the same night you land in London! As tired as you were, the five of you hung out in your hotel room.

You were all excited for the days to come. Not only were you doing promo for the movie but you and the girls were going to be performing again on night time talk shows and were having a Live Lounge session with BBC Radio 1.

The panel of the cast discovering you were part of a band went viral. Many of the fans couldn’t believe they didn’t know about your other job.

There were even edits going around social media of the cast looking clueless and or reacting to your ‘secret’.

Then there were ones like “Tom Holland being a Mixer for 10 minutes and 57 seconds straight”.

Your favorite one was where they zoomed in on everyone’s confused expression while that one Nicki Minaj song played in the background.

It was mentioned in almost every interview after it went viral.

“So none of you had a clue that (y/n) was also a singer? Like at all?”

“I didn’t even know homegirl could sing, matter of fact I never imagined her to be in a girlband.” — Anthony Mackie

“I had a hunch that she was a musician or artist, but no one ever listens to me.” — Chris Evans

“(Y/n)’s in a girlband? Since when?” — Paul Rudd

“After we found out, I listened to all six of their albums on the flight here.” — Elizabeth Olsen

“Of course I knew, my music taste is immaculate compared to the others.” — Tom Holland

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” — Anthony Mackie

“I really enjoy Black Magic, it reminds me of Wanda.” — Paul Bettany

The cast was so eager to hear you sing and watch you perform with the girls.

They finally got to do that when you invited them to the Live Lounge session. They also got to meet the girls.

You were very happy at that moment; seeing the two groups of people you love meeting each other and getting along meant a lot to you. It gave you a lil warm tingle in your heart.

Since there were no fans in the studio, it was only you and the girls, the band, and a bunch of the Avengers.

While the cameras rolled and you guys were performing, they were crowded together behind the scenes. Some of them were sitting on the carpeted floors or standing against the walls.

They were absolutely stunned when they heard you sing. You had a powerful voice that ranged from high to low, something they never expected of you.

When they heard you and the girls sing or harmonize with each other, it was like they were all in heaven.

“They sound like angels.”

“My ears are tingling, but like in a good way.”

“Seriously, how did we not know she can sing like this?”

“Hear me out—this is a perfect reason as to why we should have an Avengers musical.”

“Chris if we hear you bring up a damn musical one more time I swear.”

“Their voices go so well together, how do they even do that?”

Scarlett would secretly film videos to show her daughter. I have a feeling that Evans, Tom, RDJ, Sebby, and Mark would record some parts as well and would post it onto their Insta stories.

When fans found out they were at the Live Lounge they freaked out.

Ever since they found out you were in a band, they’ve been the biggest fans and supporters of the group.

They’re always promoting your albums on their social media accounts without you even asking.

Privately and publicly praising you guys for performances or achievements.

Your two main groups clashed and now everyone was friends. It was definitely the most weirdest collision— Little Mix and the cast of the Avengers. But it worked out perfectly.

Everyone got along with each other and the girls would always visit you on set.

They’re always playing the band’s song in the background on set.

Most of them won’t admit, but they definitely memorized the lyrics to almost every song.

*cough cough* Mackie and Hemsworth

I feel like Samuel L. Jackson would join in on the action too, one way or another. Somehow he got looped in.

ANOTHER THING OMG, they would definitely stand up for you and the girls whenever Piers Morgan or some asshole hates on you guys or pulls a jab on you all.

Best beileve Evans will be calling him out publicly on Twitter.

“Why are you so worried about a bunch of talented women who are doing their job and bringing happiness to others? They’ve done nothing to you, you’re always the one making jabs at them. Leave them alone you fucking British meatball.”

I feel like Robert helped you and the girls find a better management company after learning about the unfair treatment you all faced under Simon’s care.

In conclusion: The Marvel cast would be ecstatic to learn about you being a singer and they’d become your biggest fans. They truly adore you and the girls for your amazing talent :’)

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babyjakes · 2 years

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What would Willa be for Halloween?

ohhhhhhhhh listen i am absolutely down to write this hc rn i am so excited for halloween thankyou for sending this !!!!!!!!!

so she definitely gets so excited when steve explains halloween to her: “get to dress up? anything i want? and- and get candy too??” 🥺 she’s a little overwhelmed at the thought of anything she wants, so steve suggests maybe she goes as a character from a favorite movie or show. but then peter mentions she could go as a superhero, and she’s immediately set on “i wanna go as daddy” 🥺😭 so she gets the coolest little captain america costume and steve even gets a custom little shield made for her 🥺🥺 and bucky decides to come along with steve and her for trick-or-treating and they end up going as thor (steve) and spider man (bucky) and buck’s such a good sport about it even tho he thinks spider man’s really a little shit hehe 🥺 and thor borrows steve the hammer ‘cause he can lift it 😎 they don’t go trick-or-treating at home, instead they go to the tower bc the whole tower has a thing setup where employees kids can go around and trick-or-treat on different floors. and on the top floor willa’s friends are all dressed as characters from her favorite shows and movies 🥺🥺🥺 wanda is princess belle and nat is princess ariel. thor and peter are nemo (peter) and dory (thor.) clint’s there and he brings lilah and they’re Steve (clint) and blue (lilah) from blue’s clues. bruce is olaf from frozen. sam comes and he’s big bird from sesame street. carol comes and she’s tinker bell. (someone requested once i include Paul rudd so here you go bb) scott lang shows up as woody from toy story 🥺🥺 it’s so cute and wonderful and willa has sooooo much fun, and as she goes around to trick-or-treat she’s so so proud to say “i’m dressed up as my favorite super hero, my daddy, captain america!!” she’s so proud and excited to be just like daddy 🥺😫😭💕 when the party’s over and she’s sorting her candy with Peter in the living room, she realizes none of her friends got any candy bc they were handing it out so she goes around and shares some of hers with everyone bc she’s such a good sharer 🥺💕🥺💕 she falls asleep in the car on the way home 🥰

waaaaaaaa i love willa i could write little hc’s about her forever please always send ideas like this in 🥺💕🥺💕

#saved this as a draft last night and idk why i didn’t just post it?#i am a mystery to myself sometimes #eun replies #we love super soldier sandwich #faad #faad headcanons

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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college!sebastian stan x reader

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Summary; Your boyfriend Sebastian has been spending much time studying, hardly sparing himself a break. Finally, he sees the pros of taking one

Warnings; smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, fluff

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Sebastian was to be home any minute, he had been prolifically stressed from his classes regarding his law certification, and you had decided to exhibit him a well deserved distraction that would surely take his wired brain off from the course that was practically running through his veins at this point.

It seemed that at every waking moment, he was doing something to aid his studies, and whilst that was great that he was so dedicated to passing for this insane qualification, he did need to take breaks here and there. He wasn't the only one suffering from his late nights, and his resurrection from slumber at the crack of dawn, no. You were too, you missed him, despite being in the same apartment and room as him for the majority of his spare time.

He acted as though he had no time to spare, but you were well acquainted with his schedule, especially by now. The only difference was, that he had no occupation for a moment to relax with you, or by himself. His showers took five minutes every morning and evening, it was as though he were rushing to clean himself so that he could proceed to go back to putting his nose in a book, or searching specifics online.

But tonight, you were going to cut him off. If he didn't endure a moment of mindlessness, then you were sure to go mad yourself. You were keening for his touch, all you had received in the past few weeks were chaste kisses on both your lips and forehead, as well as verbalised 'I love you's. Perhaps it was selfish, he was striving towards a great achievement in his life, and you wanted a little bit of attention, but you knew he was holding himself from any relief also.

From the minimal time that he spent under the cold stream of the showerhead, he didn't have enough time to rub one out, and there was no fear that you had of him seeing another woman. Sebastian was not like that at all, and you had the clarity of him being in the kitchen half the time, typing away on his laptop, as he ran over some old notes and updated them.

Currently, he was out, he was in his lecture. There was a span of fifteen minutes from the time that he would be on the walk home, and you knew that was exactly how long that took in your shared student apartment, because you too endured your studies. But once more, your own were pushed to the side as you speculated your appearance in the silver tapestry of your mirror.

Your hand steadied on your right hip as you posed in front of it, twisting your waist to find the most attractive angle for you in your new wear. The underwear was tight, and not to mention, completely sheer. It's see through nature made wearing it practically pointless, but considering his current frustrations, it was only fair to give something to rip off of you.

Truthfully, you had to admit, you looked damned good. There was no way he would choose studying law over ravishing your body, a spark jolted through your body as the door behind you opened, and with a seductive bite to your lip, you turned around, only to scream and cover your body with your hands, or at least to the best of your ability. "Holy fuck, don't you know how to knock?!"

"I didn't think I'd have to because your human dildo isn't here!" Anthony defended himself, having turned around, as the image of you, one of his best friends, practically in the nude, burned behind his eye balls. The fact that he had seen you made you feel sick, this was not how you had intended the afternoon to go.

"Is there a reason that you burst into my room looking for me Mackie?" The question was indeed one that you wanted to know the answer to, you still felt so exposed, although he was not looking at you. That was certainly something that you were going to avoid telling Seb, that would definitely be a big distraction from his work.

And of course, alongside that, he would have an intent to possibly murder your flat mate, and whilst Chris would be laughing at that, there would be a heavy hotness to your face, as you watched them immaturely battle. Anthony cleared his throat thoroughly, directing towards the face that he was about to speak.

"Definitely not to see you like that." Retorted the math major, shrugging the shiver off his shiver as the memory tormented him once more. "But... me and Chris were going to meet with Scarlett, Takia and Brie, we were going to see if you and Seabass wanted to join, but as I saw against my own will, you have something already planned for your dinner."

“Um yeah, no, we’ll pass. Thanks tho buddy.” Oh god, to say you felt awkward was an understatement. If you were wearing clothes, or at least more socially appropriate ones, you’d go to him and give him a typical punch on the shoulder. Though, if you were clothed more body wear, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Only things like this happened in college flats, that was one thing that could be confirmed.

“Okay then. Good to know...” Anthony closed the door and proceeded to enter the kitchen. He went grab himself an apple, and realised then that it was an unfortunate consequence, but he had lost his appetite. There had been nothing wrong with your appearance - nothing at all - but you were his flat mate and friend! And, you had a boyfriend, whom was also a great reference of social interaction for him.

The sound of keys interlocking with the outside of the door echoed through the kitchen, someone was outside, and he’d be write in assuming that it was Sebastian. Chris was presently occupied by scouring the internet for ways to surprise the girl he was currently hanging with, and honestly by that, Anthony was scared to enter his room.

It could have been anything that he was searching, but to his contrasting luck, the last resident of their flat entered, creases firm on his brow, from thinking too hard. Sebastian was mulling over the lecture that his professor had given his class. Remember to take a break every now and then. Maybe he was right, a break couldn't postpone him from graduating him that much, could it.

Perhaps he was putting it all off, because after receiving his degree, the four of you would have to find somewhere else to live, and a part of Seb was inclined to ask you individually to move in with him. A one bedroom apartment would be cheaper than one with three rooms, and atop of that, he wouldn't have to be cautious of minor things like walking around the flat in little to no clothing, or fucking you on the kitchen counter.

They were all coupley things that he had wishes to do, but because there were another two men residing with you and him, albeit them being your friends, he didn't allow you to do so in anything less than one of his shirts that cascaded down your thighs, so that if you weren't wearing panties, everything would be concealed. Anthony gulped, remembering he had seen you in your surprise for this man, and gosh, did he want to keep quiet about his accidental peek.

Sebastian wasn’t the jealous type, it was rather refreshing how he found that to be an unappealing trait, however, it would still not settle well that someone saw his girl, in a compromising choice of wear that was supposed to be for his eyes only. He would surely make it clear that you were his, and thus the fucking in the kitchen that he dreamt about would be more than likely to unfold, as he rammed you against the cupboards, caring not if guests were due.

“Hey.” It was a breath of fresh air to speak to someone who was not on his course, it was as though he had become estranged from the people closest to him during this part of the term. Thus a striking pang of guilt landed in his chest as he wondered how you must have felt. He hadn’t touched you in any intimate sense in weeks, it certainly felt like years.

That truth gave him no pride, he dropped his items on the counter, planning on returning to them after he had tended to greeting you. A long kiss sounded nice, strung by a chord of untwined tongues that groomed the insides of your mouth, as you reciprocated. If he was very generous to himself, he’d perhaps lay down for a moment, and allow his pianist hands to wander for more than a moment, stroking them up and down your thighs, until he gave supple attention to your sweet delicacy, dipping down to kiss it and run his fingers over the beautiful gates that only he was allowed to surpass through.

Anthony muffled a reply to him, before shuffling out the room, casting him a weird side eye, but Sebastian thought little of it as his mind was preoccupied with something other than his studies. Oh, and how he didn't mind. The mental image of your nude portrait blessing his eyes was enough motivation to have him striding at a fast, yet considerable pace, towards the door to your shared bedroom.

He knew you must have been inside, he saw your lanyard hanging on the coat rack, that was literally a makeshift piece of wood that you had drunkenly returned with one night, along with a very much intoxicated Paul Rudd. There had been construction nearby, and you thought that it was possible to turned the sharp edged plank with nails sticking out as a bedframe. Least to say, Sebastian did not allow that to happen, knowing that one morning, you would end up spiking your scalp against one of the rusted nails.

People had gotten hurt by it from where it was already, there was that time that Tessa had tried to lean on it for a photo, that in retrospect was an applicant towards your photography course, but that didn't end well, you were pretty sure there was still a streak of her blood stained into one side. That may have been why Chris had turned its weight around after that. However, none of you had the money to spare to invest in a real rack, so for now it stayed.

It sure as hell wasn't coming with you guys when you moved out, that was one thing that Sebastian was going to ensure. If Anthony wanted it, then so be it, if all went to plan, the pair of you wouldn't be living with the lovable goof when the time came. Turning the knob to the room, Sebastian heard a gasp, and thus after he shut it, he saw you wrapped up in your robe, your head cocked to the side as you seductively tried to settle on your small double bed.

"You made me jump Sebba." No, he could tell that you had been taking a short nap, as though you had wanted to forget some details from your day. And that you did, and you hoped that Anthony did as well. "Have you got much work to do bubs?" You raised yourself on your elbows and shuffled towards him as he came to sit on the side of the mattress.

"Think I'm going to take a short hiatus from it for a few hours." Now that certainly sounded pleasant, you hummed at his words, stroking his shoulder, as you pressed a kiss to his hand that moved cup your cheek. "Have I been neglecting my little petal?" It was a name he used whenever he was seeking forgiveness, but this time, you shook your head, frowning, as you settled a small smile on your face.

"You've been understandably busy, I get that. I'm not going to go as far as to use that word babes, you've just had a little time to yourself and your schoolwork, and that is fine." He tapped your chin, cocking his head to the side, inviting you to straddle his lap. You'd have been stupid if you refused after all the time that you had spent mentally apart from him, so without another hint, you clambered over his thighs, a giddy expression corrupting your face.

"This is why I love you. So open minded, and not to mention, that mind of yours has had me doing some thinking." Nodding in a current to prompt him to continue, his hands eased their lodging onto your bare thighs, stroking the skin with large soothing swipes, making any hair on your body stand on edge, as he averted his eyesight to the split of your gown that crisscrossed around your chest. It wasn't a sexual focus however, it was more so as though he feared a rejection of one kind.

"Hope you're not gonna propose us having a kid or something, because now is certainly not the time." At your humour, he sincerely laughed, causing a calm to wash over you and him, as he finally looked you in the face. “Unless you mean buying a plant, our last one died, and now you use the old pot to stub out your blunts." You could see the improvisational container as you turned your head to the side, seeing its white exterior be a gradient of light to shielded grey.

"I want you to move in with me." Sebastian responded straightly, bracing his slightly nervous palms to the divot of your waist, as he grasped the skin below your ribs, swirling the pads of his thumbs across your skin, caressing each nimble pore on that part of your body. His breath captured the side of your neck, as he licked a sweet line across a vein that he specifically picked out using his

"We already live together silly. Unless we're gonna move to mars." As you spoke, your brows optimistically raised, as your forearms found a home around the back of his neck, as you pressed tentative kisses to his clean jaw. A series of giggles evicted from you as you darted your tongue out to taste his sharp skin, your hand slipping down to control his own, trailing his touch beneath your gown so that the tips of his fingers were brushing the mesh of your underwear that was poised in a curve upon your hipbone.

"As much as the space nerd in me would love that, and not to mention you would make one foxy astronaut, I meant, after this, and here, we find a place for just you and me. I get if you don’t-“ you pressed your left forefinger to his lips, humming with a smile as he shared a gentle kiss upon your skin. He took the digit into his mouth, sucking the skin and swirling his tongue around the crescent of your nail.

“That sounds... perfect.” Ushering your finger from out past his lips, and the barrier of his nipping teeth, you languidly stroked his bottom lip, spreading the small extent of saliva that had coated your finger. “I’m so happy you’re taking a break Sebba, you deserve it. There’s something I want to show you baby, I know you’re going to like it.”

“Is it under this robe by any chance?” Obliging his answer with a supporting action, you allowed his hands to remain beneath the sleek material, as you untied the thick strand that tied the two sides together around your body. Pushing the dark silk from your shoulders, you revealed the design of petals that prompted through the thin material of your undergarments, everything exposed through the sultry and intimate pieces.

“Do you like it?” You seemed to have forgotten about Anthony seeing you in the internal wear, and from Sebastian’s honed gazing at your full breasts, your nipples sternly grew hard, telling him without need for word that he was silently turning you on. A sigh escaped from him, as he plucked at the seam of your panties, tugging lightly at the side to drag the material up your slit, grasping a light moan from your intimately affected lungs.

“My lovely petal, like is an understatement. You do all this for me, I don’t think I’m going to know how much this was, especially where we’re supposed to be budgeting.” Seb quirked his unbrushed brow, pressing his lips against the column of your throat, intaking the smell and pungent taste of your floral perfume. “But I’m not going to complain, because seeing you like this is certainly worth a fine penny. Is it ungrateful for me to want it off of you though?”

“Wait.” You instructed him, pressing your tongue into the divot of his chin, swiping a line of saliva through the bone structure. “I think we should get my money’s worth. First, I want to get my fill of your appreciation, and then maybe, maybe then I’ll allow you to discard piece by piece from my skin.” Your dominant hand pressed against his growing bulge as a you slid off his lap, running your nose along his thighs, as you fiddled with the purchase of his jeans, him helping you tug the denim off, and down his thick thighs.

“You’re so good to me.” He leaned back, curling his fists into the sheets, as he watched you enduringly pat him over his boxers, drawing a spot of precum to seep out onto the white cotton. “My beautiful petal, hungry for my cock, you want it, don’t you? Want to suck my hard cock, practically starving for it, ain’t ya?” Profusely nodding, you drooled as he twitched, and pushed down his underwear, revealing his uncut, and growing cock.

“Holy shit.” Escaped you as a breathy conjunction of two words, your palm reaching out to rotate his foreskin in your hand, pushing the layer back gently to reveal his hidden slit. Your tongue darted out over the flushed head, suckling on the sensitive portion, spoiling yourself with the salty taste of his aroused skin. “You have such a pretty cock baby.” Pressing a kiss along the length, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, before returning to the tip, swallowing down his cock in your throat.

“Fuck.” Your boyfriend revelled in the pleasure, one of his hands capturing your hair in its hold, running his fingers through your locks as you bobbed your head. Gargled sounds choked out from your easing throat, as you continued your administrations, making Seb squeeze his eyes shut, as he endured the pleasure that you pledged him with. “Baby...”

You moaned around his cock, your glazed irises peeking up at him, before pulling off, a strand of saliva connecting you to his hung length. “Say it.” Was his demand as his hand pressed the cheeks of your face together, forcing your lips into an exaggerated pout. It was a notion of past experiences that reminded you of what he was speaking of, you blinked your lashes innocently towards him, steadily breathing through your nose as he patiently awaited for you to carry out his order.

“I’m your cockslut.” You mumbled out, spit pooling out of your mouth and rolling down the cleavage of your lips, descending onto your chin, and slipping to be a river down your chest, playing hide and seek in the cups of your sheer bra. “Love your fat cock, and your large balls, and the way your mouth exhibits complete bliss over my pussy.” He tilted your head to the side, as he leaned down, his spare hand reaching behind you to remove your bra, leaving it hanging loosely off from your shoulders.

“How about I eat your cunt, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you petal?” A whine slipped from your lips as you shouldered off the floral laced bra, discarding it on the bedroom floor, as you waded your legs about so that you could do the same with the slim lined panties. “Come on then, get up on the bed pretty girl, let me at that pussy.” Doing as he said, you clambered onto the mattress, your front against the sheets as you tried to position yourself. A slap rumbled off your ass cheek, as Sebastian struck down on the globe of fat, straggling a surprised moan from your lips.

It seemed like he wanted you to remain on your stomach, and so you did as he breathed a swab of cool air upon your clenching lips, swiping his tongue from your heavy clit to your soaking entrance. “Sebs, do something, please.” You collapsed your face into the bed, wiggling your ass towards his face, earning yourself another spank to your behind. It stung, but it was a hot heat that granted you a minor bit of relief; it was certainly better than nothing.

And then, his tongue probed at your entrance, test tasting your cunt as his muscle flicked deliriously over your clit, his forefinger prying at your slit, and slipping without struggle inside of your walls, evoking a withering moan to collapse out from your chest. Another digit slunk through your folds, filling your further, as his pace increased, his mouth surrounding your clit, and rolling the bud around with his instigating tongue. “Petal, pass me the lube.”

With a light head, you blindly reached your hand across to on top of his bedside table, locating the bottle with your fiddling hands, tossing it back towards him. A thump indicates that it did not land on the mattress as planned, instead the container of lubricant hit him in the forehead. A frown covered his face as he shook his head, removing his fingers from your folds, as he grasped the bottle, splurging some of the clear and slippery liquid onto his fingertips.

Seb spread it around his fingers, rubbing it onto his skin, as he applied a little onto your tight hole, prying at your puckered entrance with his lubricated digits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You gently rubbed your face against the sheets as Sebastian entered his fingers into your ass, quickly thrusting them in and out of you. “Feels so good Sebby, shit.” He continued his administrations with a clenched wrist, evicting pleasure upon you as you practically sobbed onto your shared bed. “No, no-“

He removed his fingers, as well as his own shirt that was still covering his chest. Seb clambered off the bed for a moment, locating a condom, as he gave his cock a couple of jerks, rolling the avast protection onto his length, as he positioned himself on his knees behind you. He entered you swiftly, returning his fingers back into your tighter hole, as he began to thrust into both of your entrances. Sounds of pleasure were compelled out from your lungs, as you half screamed his name; there were tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as you endured wafts pleasure from both intimate angles.

He curled his fingers within you, picking up his pace as his hips profusely clashed against your own. He was chasing a high, whilst simultaneously reducing you to nothing but a racer to your own. “So fucking tight; in both holes.” His teeth clenched as he moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching harshly around him, as he filled the condom with his white and warm seed. He remained inside of you as he brought one hand down to your cunt, playing with your clit, as he sternly thrusted his fingers into your ass.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, cumming around his softened cock, and mewling into your own wrist. Sebastian extracted his tender cock from within you, also removing his fingers, as he swiped off the condom, tying to open side so that no cum would spill out, and then discarding it in the bin. “Shit, I was wanting some attention from you, but I didn’t know I was going to get that.” You laughed lightly, feeling a little hazy and drunk from your numbing orgasm.

In turn, your boyfriend laughed too, grabbing his shirt from off the ground, and lightly pulling you up, helping you into the baggy material. He pressed a sweet kiss upon your forehead as he rolled to be laid beside you, bringing your sweaty body into his matching side, watching through appeased lids at how you curled yourself into him. “I love you darling.”

“I love you too Seb.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his soft nipple, as his arms locked adoringly around you. “And I’m so proud of you for putting your all into your course.” Your nails stroked down his stomach, as the two of you laid upon the sheets, rather than underneath them.

“Of course I would, it’s for our future in the long term of things.” He stated, brushing any loose strands of hair out from your face. “But I guess it’s okay to take a break sometimes. And that, well that was certainly worth the time away from studying, it always is with you.”

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