#Starky Loves Answering Questions

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STARKY THE TRAILER

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING

A T A L L

AND YET YOU'RE TOTALLY CERTAIN THAT

EVERYTHING WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU WERE JUST NEAR

ONE

PARTICULAR

PERSON

[morizoras-cave]

The Runt (Request)

Marvel Cast x teen!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff

Request Description: Hi! Can I request a story where the reader is the new youngest actor in the MCU and how different people react to that and treat them? Thanks :D

Warnings: language

(A/N): this is written as a headcanon, hope thats ok :) 

You were the youngest by far

RDJ was of course involved in choosing you, just as he was Tom Holland

“That kid’s great. Let’s go with her” was all he said and-

BOOM

Your life was changed forever

You were super nervous the first time meeting them all (at some random ass dinner at a super fancy restaurant) 

But you just tried to be yourself 

Which worked out for you because you’re a pretty great person :)

You immediately befriended Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan because of your mutual “hate” for Tom Holland

You and Tom had this dynamic where he’d be the poor and bullied costar, and you’d be the young, confident and superior actress

(Of course it was all jokes, and you both found each other pleasant)

Sebastian and Anthony basically adopted you right from the start

They dragged you into all their pranks because you were so sweet, yet so EVIL

They even tried to do a heist (you were stealing a copy of the script to Endgame)

You had a whole plan Mission Impossible style!

But you failed miserably when Tom ratted you out

That bitch

Most of the cast members (being old and out of touch) asked you for advice on technology and pop culture

In particular Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner

“What is a ME-ME?”

“Y/n, help, I can’t unlock my phone”

“What does this button do?”

And you’d always just mumble something about them being hopeless, old men

But you loved them, and their cluelessness was kind of adorable

Even in interviews when they didn’t understand something, they’d say “better ask Y/n about this later”

Your role in the movie had most to do with Captain Marvel

So during filming you became very close with Brie Larson and Samuel L. Jackson

Which, by the way, you’re so cool, you’re friends with Samuel L. Jackson???

Samuel taught you boss bitch energy

So did Brie to be honest

She helped you a lot with your understanding of women and the world

Smh Brie’s the only who’s taught you ANYTHING

They’d make dirty jokes around you to see if you’d catch it

And when you would, they would scold you for knowing that lmao

“who the FUCK taught you that?!”

AND WHEN YOU SWORE THEY’D FREAK OUT????

“THERE’S NO SWEARING ON THIS PROFESSIONAL FUCKING SET, AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR? FOR FUCKING FUCKS SAKE”

“YEAH ALRIGHT”

And then there’s Benedict Cumberbatch

The only person with braincells in this entire cast

Benedict actually worried a lot for you

A lot of the cast did, but Benedict probably did most

He was NOT a fan of the whole “I’m a teenager, but I’m a famous actor, woohoo, time to ruin my self esteem” thing

Him and Elizabeth Olsen (the sweetest woman alive btw) made SURE you were staying away from hate comments

And expressed their concerns often

And you’d always assure them that you were fine

And if you weren’t you’d tell them

Because even though you weren’t super fond of opening up to people, they’d made it clear that they WANTED you to if you got sad :(

Benedict helped you with homework too

AGAIN this man is worried for you

Doesn’t want you getting stressed

Benedict is good at helping you with homework, but you can usually just get Elizabeth to tell you the answer to the questions

Because she is weak for your cuteness

And who can blame her???

Generally, most of the cast treat you very kindly

And they worry about you and are protective of you

Don’t be surprised if they’re AMAZED at your acting abilities too

You’re just there to have fun, just going along for the ride

It’s a wild ride for sure, but at least you’re in good hands with the nicest cast of actors and actresses around

And they would always be there for you

Until their contracts end..

:)

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She Who Shan't Be Named - Part 1 | Sugar Lips (Tony x Reader, Clint x Reader, ??? x Reader)

Category: Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Explicit language, oral sex (male receiving), suggestive language, alcohol, drunk sexual actions, casual sexual actions, flirting with a lot of people Ship: Tony x Reader, Clint x Reader, ??? x Reader Summary: Tony lets his life-long friend crash at the Avengers HQ while she has nowhere else to go. What could go wrong with so many attractive individuals living in the same home? Word Count: 1.7k Masterlist: LINK

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“I, unfortunately, have someone I want to introduce you all to.” Tony begins as he’s gathered everyone in the living quarters.

“Unfortunately? Well, that always sounds like a good start, Stark.” Natasha jokes, sitting alongside Bucky and Sam on one of the couches.

Tony rolls his eyes and shrugs.

“Yeah, well,” He trails off. “This is (Y/N) (L/N).” He gestures, pointing to the woman leaning against a pillar in the back corner of the room.

She makes an effort to stand upright and walk further into the room.

“Well, hello. It’s nice to finally meet you all in person.”

To say everyone in the room falls speechless with their eyes wide and jaws dropped is an understatement.

“Oh my God, you lot are insatiable.” Tony groans, rolling his eyes once more.

(Y/N) can only smirk and wink at just about everyone in the room.

“You’re welcome, Starky Boy.”

“Put a sock in it, sugar-lips.”

“Sugar-lips?” Rhodey quizzes, amusement dripping from his voice.

Tony and (Y/N) can only stare at one another and grin as they remember where that nickname came from.

*** flashback ***

“One more for the road?” Tony suggests to the very, very drunk (Y/N) beside him.

It’s three-thirty-AM, they’re both at their favourite bar in Manhattan, enjoying a belated birthday weekend of (Y/N)’s which he regretfully missed due to Avenger work.

“You know how to tempt me, Starky-boy.” She teases with a wink, waving her hand up to catch the attention of the bartender, Harrison, who they’ve grown acquainted with over the years of drinking at his bar.

Tony falls into a comfortable silence as he simply stares at the woman he’s been friends with since he was a teen at Phillips Academy.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The woman’s sarcastic comment pushes him over the edge. Within a second, his hands are grabbing her head and pulling her in for a harsh, desperate, passion-fueled kiss.

Harrison smirks as he sits their drinks down, watching how the pair have had ridiculous amounts of sexual tension coursing through them since they first started coming to the bar over ten years ago.

“What, the fuck?” (Y/N) manages to breathe between kisses.

“Stop talking.” Tony murmurs in response, only intensifying the kiss more and more.

“Tony,” She attempts but makes no effort to stop the man. No. Absolutely not.

She’s gotten herself off to the thought of this man too many times for her to want to stop.

Her hands are grasping at the black shirt that adorns his torso, his own hands moving down to grab her hips, itching to have her closer and closer.

“Jesus Christ.” The woman gasps as best she can. “Anthony!”

The man pulls back at the use of his full name but doesn’t let go of her hips.

“Tell me you haven’t wanted to do that?” He asks, voice deep. Low. Husky.

“Of course I wanted to fucking do it, you imbecile!”

His hand jumps up to grasp at her throat, a gasp escaping her lips.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Guys, you’re gonna make my customers leave; the back lounge is empty.” Harrison interrupts. Tony continues to make no effort to stop his actions. They’re both too drunk to care.

Not that he’d care anymore so when he’s sober.

The billionaire practically drags the woman off of their barstools, (Y/N) frantically grabbing their drinks, spilling half of them on the floor - to which she gives Harrison an apologetic look but he simply rolls his eyes with a grin.

A small shriek escapes the woman’s lips as Tony throws her into the room, her hands managing to sit the, now half-empty, drinks on the coffee table.

“On your knees.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” She grins, obeying the man’s order whilst quickly throwing her hair into a messy ponytail.

“Always knew you were a slut.” The man growls, unbuckling his belt and zipper on his smart trousers.

“You know me best, Starky Boy.”

She wastes no time in taking the man’s solid cock into her mouth, moaning at the feeling and taste, Tony groaning in satisfaction.

“Look how desperate you are for it.” He condescends yet continues to thrust into her mouth, fucking the back of her throat.

No words can be formed to give the man a reply. She’s too busy focusing on taking his impressive shaft down her throat, making sure her lips are touching his pelvis.

“Christ!”

He can’t help himself. His hands are in her hair, grabbing it and yanking her closer to his body, not thinking about anything other than the noise of her gagging.

“FUCK! You filthy fucking slut.”

She moans at that, working his cock more and more.

It’s not too long later before the man is releasing all over the woman’s face, her sticking her tongue out and taking as much of it as she can.

“This was a brand new blouse, Stark.” She complains, jokingly, as she licks her white lips. “Ugh, salty.”

“Don’t lie, you know it’s sweeter than sugar.” Tony laughs, re-doing his trousers.

“It definitely fucking isn’t.” (Y/N) groans, standing up and licking the rest of the mess off of her mouth.

“Whatever you say, sugar-lips.”

“TONY!”

*** flashback end ***

“A nickname I gave her once upon a time.” Tony vaguely explains, (Y/N) chuckling.

“Okay. So why’s she here?” Bucky asks, not taking his eyes off the most attractive woman he’s ever seen in his life.

“She has a name.” (Y/N) comments, quirking a flirtatious brow at the man.

The super soldier raises his brows but smirks.

“Why’re you here, doll?”

Now, that does something to her core.

“Starky Boy told me that y’all need a babysitter, so here I am!” She boasts, evidently joking but it makes everyone grin and not ask anymore questions.

“I’ve known her since I was in my teens, she’s a family friend.” Tony adds, reassuring everyone that she’s not someone to be cautious of.

“Pft, family friend? Don’t compliment yourself, Stark.” (Y/N) jokes, everyone laughing with her. “Anyway, in all seriousness, hello, I’m (Y/N). I’m temporarily chilling here if you’re all alright with it since I got nowhere else to be.”

“A pleasure, (Y/N). Steve Rogers.” Captain America begins, stepping forward and shaking the woman’s hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine, Captain.” She winks, the man smirking at her antics which will be refreshing around the compound.

“Bucky.” The Winter Soldier greets, nodding his head at the woman from his seat on the couch.

“Romanoff.” Black Widow follows, (Y/N) biting her lip at the red-head. “Natasha Romanoff.”

“Alright, James Bond.” Sam jokes, everyone laughing.

“Tony, I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve given me the opportunity to meet the Natasha Romanoff.” (Y/N) beams, winking at the woman who returns the gesture with a smug smile.

“Christ.” Tony groans, face-palming harder than ever.

“Sam Wilson.” The man smirks, reaching out to shake the woman’s hand from his position on the couch.

“Bird Boy.”

He gives a hearty laugh at that.

“Sure.”

“James Rhodes, but call me Rhodey.”

“So you’re the Transformer’s identical twin, right?” The woman quizzes, rhetorically, shaking the man’s hand.

Another round of laughter.

“Something like that.”

“Bruce. Bruce Banner.”

“The guy I don’t wanna piss off; got it.” (Y/N) smiles, watching the brunet give her an anxious smile and chuckle. “Or maybe I do.” She adds with a wink, basking in the entertainment that comes from his embarrassed expression.

“(Y/N).” Tony groans, semi-threateningly.

“Yes, Anthony?” She asks, smiling at him like an innocent child who’s never done wrong.

“Good day to you, beautiful mortal. I am Thor of Asgard.”

“Wowee…” The woman widens her eyes as the God leans down to kiss her cheeks. “The one and only.”

“That would be I.” He smiles, throwing her a wink also. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Stop hogging the limelight already.” A voice complains from beside the God of Thunder.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the God of Mischief.”

“Well, well, well, a beautiful lady such as yourself knows who I am, huh?” Loki greets, taking her hand and leans down to press a kiss to her knuckles, Tony continuing to grunt and groan in the background.

“Hard not to when you get off on destroying New York.” (Y/N) grins, a chorus of laughter filling the room yet again.

“Stop hogging the limelight.” A female voice mimics Loki's previous words.

“Well if it isn’t the Scarlet Witch!”

“That is I.” Wanda grins. “Wanda.” She adds, holding her hand out for (Y/N) to shake, which she accepts graciously.

“Tony, do you know how pissed I am that you’ve not introduced me to these people until now?”

“Oh my God, I’m literally going to kick you out.” The billionaire responds, pouring himself a whisky from the bar at the back of the living quarters.

“Yeah, yeah.” (Y/N) retorts, winking at Wanda before turning to the couch beside her which a certain Archer is leisurely laid across. “Barton.”

“(L/N).”

“Long time no see.”

“Ya think?” Clint quirks a brow, jokingly.

“How’s Laura? How’re the kids?”

“Not bad, not bad. How’s Michael?”

“Dead if I had any say in the matter.” The woman casually threatens as the brunet mentions her ex-boyfriend.

He breathes out a laugh.

“Commitment issues as good as ever then?”

“You know me, Robin.” She jokes, using the nickname she gave me when he came on a night out with Tony and her many moons ago.

“You two know each other?” Wanda questions.

They both shrug.

“Somewhat.” Clint answers, (Y/N) giving him a playful slap on the shoulder.

“You love me!”

He grins and sits up before standing.

“You know I do, come ‘ere.” The man chuckles, pulling the woman in for a tight embrace.

“Missed you, Robin.”

“You too, Marian.” He responds, using the fairytale nicknames from Robin Hood.

“Those two have definitely banged.” Sam snarks from across the room, Natasha agreeing.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Wilson.” Clint teases, flashing a wink his way.

“Now, now, boys.” The woman settles, turning to the young gentleman on the other couch, staring at her with some much awe in his eyes. “Who’s the kid?” She asks, staring at him directly yet directing her question at Tony.

“Uh, hi, I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” He stumbles, standing upright and holding out his hand for her to shake.

She giggles.

“Corruptible.”

“(L/N)!” Tony yells, the woman only laughing as she shakes the young man’s hand.

“A pleasure, spider-boy.”

Peter’s eyes widen at her knowing.

“Right, are we done? That was exhausting.” Tony complains for the nth time.

“Oh, grow a pair, Stark.” (Y/N) retorts.

“I will literally kick you out of this building.”

“You ain’t got the nerve.”

Downing a swig of his whisky, Tony takes a deep breath but smiles at the woman.

“It’ll be nice to have you around, sugar-lips.”

“I bet.” She winks, everyone chuckling again.

And that’s just the beginning of her relationships with everyone at the Avengers HQ.

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Red Roses: “I Love You” - Wanda Maximoff Ending

Valentines Special: Day Nine

Day One: Morning Glories  //  Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers  //  Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips   // Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus  //  Day Eight: Daffodils (Post with rest of the character endings)

Plot: It’s finally Valentines Day, the day the reader will finally learn who it is that had been leaving them flowers and notes expressing their secret feelings.

Pairing: Gen!Neutral Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Triggers: None        Words: 1,503

Requested Taglist: @aquariuslavenderhoney​, @thebookbakery​, @fablesrose​, @kitkatd7​, @thefallenbibliophilequote​, @beksib​, @destynelseclipsa​, @criminaly-supernatural​, @tammythompson-singslikea-muppet, @belloangelus​, @snarky--starky​, @saintbootlegloras​, @wecallhimbrowneyess​, @empath-bunny​, @okkulta​, @katinthemoon,  @ravennight41​, @youcancallme-rae , @radhumandragonclam, @unfortunateidiotinadilemma, @past3l-w1ngs ,  @goinggoinggonzo, @mxxnmocha,  @theofficialzivadavid​,  @lilix1989, @normanijauregui, @euphouriaszn2, @slut-for-nat , @the-most-unicorn-of-them-all (still couldn’t tag, sorry) , @supersourlemon13, @messhup

February 14th

You woke up late in the morning, having had a restless nights sleep most of the night. As you groggily opened up your eyes and stretched, you turned to look at your clock, seeing it was nearly 11am. You sighed before grabbing your phone, seeing a missed text from Steve a few hours prior asking if you wanted to go for a run with him and Bucky. Replying with an apology and that you slept in, you rolled back over, your eyes landing on the daffodils on the table. 

Remembering that you had woken up lying at the end of your bed before crawling back in, you reached over on your desk and grabbed the note you had set their last night. You read over it again before “New beginnings” you mumble to yourself before sighing and sitting up.

Eventually, you had gotten out of bed, brushed your teeth and got dressed before wondering out of your room, planning on going on a walk. You just wanted to get out of the tower honestly. You needed to think things over again. 

You managed to leave the tower without running into any of the others before you began wandering towards a nearby park, headphones in and favorite music playing. You began to think of the possibilities again. Over the last week, you found yourself watching the others more closely. The way Natasha and Bruce had been acting around each other, you figured it was neither of them leaving you the notes. And you doubted it was Tony or Clint, and it certainly wasn’t Loki. 

So that leaves Steve, Bucky, Vision, Thor and Wanda. Steve and Bucky had always been kind to you, you were definitely close to both of them. The more you thought about them, the less you could see yourself in a relationship with them. And Vision was nearly impossible to figure out entirely.

And then there was Wanda. Ever since you met her and Pietro in your fight against Ultron, you had a bond. She felt comfortable around you, and you had never been afraid of her. You made sure she knew she wasn’t alone, and helped her mourn her brother. You spent a lot of your time together, and you had recently become more confused about your feelings towards her.

You liked her much more than you did anyone else. If you were a teenager, you’d call it a crush. But could she ever feel the same for you? Just like Vision, she was good at hiding her emotions. And you were, you think, very good at hiding how you felt. And you trusted her to never use her abilities on you without your permission anyways, she had made a promise to you as well, though you did not ask her too. It was her own way of expressing you could trust her. 

Sitting down on a bench and staring out at the park, and the people wandering around, you thought more about Wanda and the way she was around you. Thinking of all the small interactions, some of which could be seen as a bit more intimate than others. You began to feel a small sense of hope towards who would admit their feelings to you tonight. 

- - -

You had spent most of your day wandering around the city before heading back to the tower a few hours before the party would begin. You had been avoiding talking to the others, rarely texting them throughout the day. So when you arrived back at the tower, you were not really surprised when Natasha and Clint found you before you made it all the way to your room. 

“Is something up? You don’t usually avoid us this much.” Natasha began as you were stopped in the hallway before the elevator. 

You sighed as you leaned against the wall “I’ve just been preoccupied, I’m fine I promise.” 

“This is about the flowers isn’t it?” Clint asked.

You nodded and Natasha smiled apologetically “Y/n, you really don’t need to be so concerned, I’m sure that if you really can’t see yourself being with whoever it is, they’ll understand. We are all way to close to hold that type of grudge, or let something like this stand between us.” 

“You haven’t read the notes Nat. There’s much more at stake than you understand. But, I do hope you’re right.” you said with a sense of unease. 

After they tried to console you a bit more, you left to go back to your room. Taking a long shower, and slowly getting ready, you sat around distracting yourself before the party. You had gone back and forth in your mind, part of you trying to convince yourself to not go down at all. Maybe they would come find you if they really wanted. But eventually deciding against this, you convinced yourself to go up to the party. 

The party was crowded and loud, made up of a cacophony of laughter, conversation, and music. You spent a while hanging out with Natasha, Clint, Bruce and Wanda before you snuck off when you all joined the others and groups of guests. 

You thought you had not been noticed, when you found a quiet separate room, closed off from guests. You had begun to feel a bit overwhelmed and needed to take a breather away from everyone. Staring out of the large window out at the bright city, as you began to relax.

Hearing the door creak open, you looked over to see Wanda peak her head in. Her eyes meeting yours as she gave you a cautious smile “Are you alright? I saw you sneak off.”

You smiled politely at her, with little emotion “I’m okay, just started to feel a bit overwhelmed.” 

“So, is this a bad time?” 

“For what?” you asked with a questioning face. 

Stepping fully into the room, she lifted up a small bouquet of red roses “To give you these?” she asked cautiously, cocking her head sideways slightly as she watched you. 

Your eyes whipped back and fourth from the roses to Wanda before you found your voice again “Uh, wh- did...uh, did someone give you those to give to me...Or..?” 

She smiled as she began walking towards you “No one gave them to me.”

You met her eyes “Then...you?” 

She nodded her head once “Yes. Me.” she smiled. Walking the rest of the way up to you she handed you the flowers, which you took cautiously as you looked between them and Wanda.  

“I....” you chuckled at your own speechlessness “I just...really thought that you uh, I mean, I thought I was the only one...”

Her smile widened at your stuttering admission before she reached out and placed her hands over yours sending a sense of ease over you. “I didn’t really mean too. But, a few weeks ago, I was feeling, overwhelmed myself, about how I found my feelings changing for you. And one day, when we were together, I couldn’t help but...search a bit, just to see.” she looked at you with guilt on her face “I’m sorry, I know I promised I wouldn’t-”

“It’s alright Wanda” you cut her off, assuring her “That actually makes it a lot easier” you chuckled, which made her smile with relief and amusement. “So, that whole, scavenger hunt you joked about a while ago, to find who was leaving the flowers was just a ploy to distract me from thinking it was you?”

She cocked her head to the side with a smile “Maybe.”

You realized that this now made sense, that day when you found no one in the hallway when you heard them, she had used her magic. “Did anybody else know?” you asked curiously. 

She shook her head “I mean, both Tony and Steve knew about how I felt about you, so maybe they figured it was me. But I never told anyone. But I did hear Bucky mentioning something to Steve about you..pressing the flowers?” her smile widened “Did you really?” 

You felt heat rise up the back of you neck as you smiled “Maybe.” 

She laughed before she took another step closer, pressing her forehead against yours as she stared into your eyes, “I’m very glad that you liked the flowers so much, and I hope you are alright with the things that I said.” 

“I’m more than alright with them Wanda. I loved them. And I...” you hesitated, wondering if you should say what you were truly feeling. But maybe it was too soon? Though, the roses. They were the first flowers you had received that you already knew the meaning of. So, was this Wanda’s own way of confessing...of telling you?

“I know.” she said “Me too.” she replied, answering your unspoken question.

You smiled widely at each other before leaning in together and meeting in a kiss. A feeling of ease and happiness ran through you as your mind was silenced. There was no more anxiety or busy thoughts, just peace, acceptance, and happiness. 

xx xx xx xx xx

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Stucky| Suspended

Steve Rogers x daughter!reader, Bucky Barnes x daughter!reader

Regret. 

That's the only word swimming in my mind as I wait outside the headmasters door with my bag and coat on my lap waiting for my dad and papa. It wasn't my fault, this jerk named Flash was making fun of me and saying how I didn't have a real family because I didn't have a mum. I know it wasn't true but I couldn't help but get angry about it, I tried so hard to stop myself but it just didn't work, and now I was about to get yelled at for 2 hours or ignored maybe even both.

I heard the door open to the waiting room so I looked up, my Dad was staring at the headmasters door, jaw clenched and Papa was not looking at me either and his expression held frustration, if looks could kill then that ugly vase would be drop dead right now. He was also wearing a hoodie and gloves to cover up his metal arm and his hair was in a messy bun, the bobble was out of my bedroom, he'd probably lost all the ones Dad had bought him for Christmas.

"Come in!" Mr Hemsworth shouted from in him office so I reluctantly picked up my stuff and followed my parents through the wooden door, I'd been in here before, not to my dads and papas knowledge though, it always looked old. "Hello Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers" he addressed them before making a fake smile, he knew their actual last names but not their first, to the school it was Severus and Sirius. They let me choose, I had to make the most of it.

"I've called you here today to discuss your daughter, (Y/N)'s behaviour" he took a breath to stare at me before continuing "earlier today she attacked a student for no reason and gave no explanation"

"What?!" I nearly shouted, that caused both my dad and papa so stare at me, annoyed with my outburst. I took in a breath before going on "I did explain you just didn't listen, he was being rude!"

Now it was my dads turn to talk "he was being rude? (Y/N) that's still no reason to hurt him." he said with a stern expression on his face while papas eyes were narrowed at me. "So I believe that miss Roger-Barnes' behaviour deserves an expulsion and punishment" Mr hemsworth explained while standing up from his desk to lead us out of the door.  

Papa nodded at him and Dad took my bag and coat and walked out the door before thanking Mr Hemsworth and Papa grabbed my hand and began walking outside. "I'm sorry" I mumbled to them both as we made our way back to Dads car that he had permanently borrowed from Tony, what I had said caused Papa to laugh in astonishment before shaking his head in disbelief "(Y/N), you may be sorry but you just can't do that! Hydra could be watching that schools every move and you just go and put yourself in the spotlight like that. What were you thinking?!"

We were at the car by now but we didn't get in, Dad just glared at me and Papa was still in disbelief. "I'm sorry, he was just saying rude stuff, and I know I should've just controlled myself" I exclaimed at the end noticing dad was about to but in "but there's only so many times that someone can make fun of you for having two dads"

Papa looked down at me, his eyebrows knitted with confusion "what do you mean 'only so many times' принцесса?" (Princess)

I looked down in defeat, "(Y/N) was he bullying you?" Dad asked, his tone even more stricter than before if that was possible. "Maybe" I whispered out, trying to get this over with, for the last year I'd been trying to think of a way to tell them but I could just never come up with one, and after everything I didn't expect this to be it.

I heard Dad release a shaky breath and Papa tighten his grip on my hand, it took all my might to stop myself from bursting into tears and start repeating apologies for not telling them but I kept it in.

"How long прекрасный?" (Beautiful) papa whispered, now bent down, in front of me, I still didn't answer his question. Would he be embarrassed that I couldn't stand up for myself? Annoyed I didn't tell him?

"Please answer us doll" Dad said, bending down next to papa and carefully lifting up my chin to look at him. "Like a year" I mumbled but still kept the tears at bay.

"я не могу поверить в это, я должен был заметить" (I can't believe this, I should've noticed) papa groaned and let go of my hand to put his head in them while Dad just got up from his spot and pulled me into a bone crushing hug, both of them completely forgetting that they were supposed to mad at me.

After all that had just happened I couldn't help but to just let everything out, I instantly started crying and saying "I'm so sorry" over and over again. It would look very confusing for a passerby, seeing a man with a pink sparkly bobble in his hair on his knees and a man on the verge of tears holding his daughter who was sobbing while repeating an inaudible sentence.

"Come on let's go home" Dad said, while taking my hand and gently pulled papa up off his knees and he hopped into the drivers seat while Papa sat next to me in the back seat. I rested my head on his shoulder, tears still streaming down my face "I'm sorry папа" (papa)

"Never apologise for something like that принцесса" (princess)  he whispered down at me and kissed my forehead but loud enough for Dad to look away from the road and into the rear view mirror "Go to sleep (Y/N), Я люблю вас" (I love you) Dad said, using the only Russian he knew. "тоже тебя люблю" (love you too)

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Broken Earth, Broken Heart

Description: When someone’s heart breaks so does a piece of our world: this creates fissures, valleys, even cracks in the pavement. Let me tell you about the Grand Canyon.

Word Count: 1,285

Pairing: Loki x unnamed female character

Square filled: Angst

Warnings: fluff, ANGST, there is no happy ending here folks, death

A/n: this is for both @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo and for @kitkatd7‘s 600 follower writing challenge! Congrats hon! That prompt will be in bold.

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Some of the most beautiful things in our world come from heartbreak. Every break in the Earth, every crack in the sidewalk where dandelions grow, every canyon you’ve ever seen, every single one of them is the result of a broken heart. Many have wondered what caused them, who’s heart was broken, but there’s one love story that very few know. It’s the most speculated story in existence, and it’s one that will never be forgotten by the Earth.

The Grand Canyon.

Who’s love was strong enough to make a scar that deep?

Many thought it never should have happened. But nevertheless, here we are, with a gaping crack in our world.

It all started with a young woman. She picked flowers. She baked bread. She wore plain clothes. She swept her small cabin in the west where her family had all passed on and the dust swirled in their memory.

She didn’t have many visitors, but that was okay, she had her well for water, chickens for eggs, a garden for food, and frankly, that was all she needed.

It all started with a young prince from far far away, who had lived countless lives, but was still looking for his own. There was the life his family told him he belonged, a life that the rest told him, but somewhere in his heart he knew he had to find out for himself.

He had all her ever needed, all her ever wanted, but for once he didn’t want or need any of it. He needed to get away from the pressure, and what better place to go then a lush dessert, where the only one who spoke to you was the wind.

He walked for miles, not to get anywhere, but simply to walk. It must have been centuries since he had done that. He didn’t even realize he had stumbled upon a small house until he was right at the doorstep. It didn’t seem like anyone was home, but it was obvious it was well cared for. There was a chair in the shade that he sat down upon, figuring he could use a break.

“Can I help you stranger?” The young woman walked from the back side of the house with a bucket of water in her arms.

“Not unless you know where I could find myself.”

She placed the bucket on the ground and sat on a stool nearby, “I’m afraid I don’t, but if you have nowhere to go you can stay here until you do, if you like.”

“I would be delighted.”

This is a story of a god who didn’t know who he was until he found a young woman who knew who she was, and showed him the way.

He helped her with chores and talked in between. He found that the best place to find yourself was to not think. You do. He could lay under the stars and try to figure himself out like a puzzle, but what was more effective was him weeding the garden and fixing the door.

He knew he could do all of this with the wave of his hand, but she didn’t know that. And he found he liked the connection. The dirt on his hand grounded him and the sweat on his brow helped him breathe.

The young woman was used to being alone, but his presence was not unwanted. He helped her everywhere she asked, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t mind the company. In fact she had grown rather fond.

He was a little confused sometimes, but always sincere. She wondered if when he found what he was looking for he would leave, just as mysteriously as he had come.

Little did she know that she was looking for something too.

They both found it in each other.

It happened gradually. First they shared a few jokes and laughs, but then it came to the point where they stood close together in the kitchen, shoulders brushing softly together, neither knowing what the other would say, but hoping it was that they cared.

It led to holding hands which led to a tender kiss in the moonlight. The most precious discoveries come when thought is not involved, and what better to stop thought then a kiss?

The prince was still learning who he was, but he knew he loved her. And he knew he liked who he was with her. And that was enough for him.

The young woman didn’t know what she was looking for, but she knew she found it with him.

Neither of them had felt so much before. They had never felt such love.

The prince knew he must go home eventually. To his other worldly place. To announce that he had found himself and he found love. He was the second born, with less then an affect on the throne, but as much as his family had misled him on what he must do, they were well meaning, and he loved them. Though not as much as the young woman.

He explained what he must do and she had faith that he would always come home. For to him this little cabin surrounded by dust had become home.

His family was not as supportive as he would have hoped, but he understood. He was a prince, and her a simple woman in the middle of nowhere. They did tell him that he should live in the way that made him happy, but they all knew with how long they lived it would not be for long.

He knew it was worth it though.

But when he returned. Oh, but when he returned to that rickety cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dust and chickens.

The door was swung nearly off it’s hinges. Some of the chickens were dead, the rest scattered far from where they should be.

Crows circled over head.

In the sun, lying under the sky, was the young woman, hands covered in blood from the wound on her head and her stomach.

The prince ran to her quickly, holding her face in his hands.

She smiled as she focused on his worried and panicked face, “I knew you would come home.”

“Stay awake, you hear me? Don’t you dare close your eyes! Please!”

And she didn’t. Her face was impossibly pale as she stared at the sun, but she didn’t stay awake.

“It’s for the best son.”

The prince turned to see that his father had followed him.

That’s when the reality that she was truly gone fell upon him.

The Earth beneath him started to shake. He wished for it to swallow him up as his heart shattered inside of him. But it didn’t. Instead he watched as the crack in the earth became a ravine that swallowed up the house and the garden that she loved so dearly and the ravine became a canyon farther than the prince’s eyes could see.

They say that if you walk the bottom of the canyon far enough, for long enough, without a thought in your head of where you’re going, you’ll stumble upon a small, rickety cabin, covered in dust. Inside you’ll find a young man, but eyes say he’s older then the canyon itself.

You could ask him a question. He’ll likely answer, but try not to ask about love. Some have tried to ask him what caused the canyon they sat in. He’s only answered once.

“Only the broken heart of a god with no hope, could break the Earth so tragically.”

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Burn Out

I finally finished the ending! Since the ending was pretty short, I decided to just combine the two. I bolded part two so you can just scroll down to there if you want. So here’s the finished piece:

Details: Teen reader has fire magic, she gets hurt and then recovery.

We got a mission call early in the morning. Wizards were attacking New York City. Flying up to the top of a building, I turned around, looking for a wizard. You’d think a few wizards wouldn’t need the whole Avengers, but these wizards were strong. My senses start going off and I see one of the wizards behind me. Before I can move, my body stiffens and I can’t move. He’s started a spell. His clothes are a darker version of Doctor Strange’s. As he finishes, the spell I gasp as all the fire in my body disappears. I start gasping for air as he starts another spell. As black spots start blinking across my vision, I see Mjolnir fly across the sky and hit him squarely in the face. Air floods my body and I start falling. Panicking slightly, I push my magic trying to remain in the air, but it’s gone and with that thought, blackness closes in.

Coming out of the blackness, I feel rough concrete underneath me and I feel a hand on my shoulder, Mom’s. When I manage to open my eyes, I see a pair of crystal blue eyes and then my power starts surging inside of me along with something else. I can’t stop it so I push it far away from us so it doesn’t hurt Mom and Doctor Strange. In the distance, I hear an explosion. Then magic flares in my body and I feel like I’m on fire.

Doctor Strange yells, “The spell is taking over her magic. She needs cold water now!” I feel the spinning sensation accompanied with a portal, then ice, cold water. I start thrashing the thing taking over my power trying to get out of the cold water. Doctor Strange puts a hand on my forehead and I drop into a dreamless sleep.

3rd Person

Doctor Strange pulls his hand back and looks up at the ceiling, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., get Bruce in here.”

Natasha stands right by the medical tub, worriedly looking at her daughter and asks, “What the hell happened?”

Doctor Strange answers, “The wizard, as you call him, cast a spell on her to subdue her magic. The spell he started but did not get to finish was a killing spell. Her magic was drained and she’s fighting it, which caused the flare-up.”

Nat swallowed, “Okay. What about physically? And will her magic be fine when she wakes up?”

Strange replies just as Bruce runs in, “I’ll have to see when she wakes up, but it is probable that she will be drained for a few weeks and then have a lot of training in front of her.”

Bruce heads to the tub, “Is she safe to pick up now?”

Strange answered, “Yes, but I do not know her physical injuries.”

After the examination, Bruce replies, “Nothing major, thankfully Sam caught her. Her body is exhausted though. She’ll need a lot of rest.”

Back to Y/N

When I regain consciousness, my body feels like it’s made of solid ice. Prying my eyes open I blink against the harsh light. Blankets are piled on top of me and the heater is on high. I try and move, but I feel like I’ve run a marathon. Using most of my energy I push myself up, my head spinning slightly. Bruce walks in and his eyes widen slightly, “Y/N, I’m surprised to see you up. How are you feeling?”

Just then, I notice the Moon is out, it’s night time. “How long was I out?” I rasp.

“You’ve been out for four days.”

My arms buckle and Bruce gently pushes me back down, “Easy, your body’s still recovering. How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve run a marathon.”

“And your magic?”

I push my fire, but nothing happens. I push harder and blue fire coats my hand. Black spots float across my vision and the fire goes out. I’m breathing heavily and notice that my body is covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“You shouldn’t be touching your magic. Not for a week at least.” I look up and see Doctor Strange in the doorway.

I try and sit back up again, but fail and fall back down to the bed. Thinking back, my thoughts are all jumbled and I’m still exhausted. I blink heavily and my eyes start to close against my will. I push against it, I need answers. I force my eyes back open, “Why? What happened? Where’s Mom?”

Doctor Strange replies more gently, “Clint just told her to get some rest. Which you should also do. We can talk more when you wake up.”

Bruce gives a small smile, “Get some rest, kiddo.”

They both leave and I fall back asleep. Waking up the next time, the memories come right back to me. I open my eyes and see the light streaming through the windows and I try to sit up but Mom pushes me back down. She runs her hand through my hair, “Glad to see your awake. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up last night. Speaking of that, no magic for a few days.”

I sigh, ‘Can I train at least?”

She laughs, “Probably not, maybe you try and eat something first. On the bright side, you get to miss school for a few days.”

“Fine, I am hungry and no school sounds like fun. Can MJ and Peter come over?”

“Maybe tomorrow, you’re on bed rest for the rest of the day and probably tomorrow. Wanda is here for the rest of the week, then she and Vision will go back to Europe.”

I sit up and Mom frowns but doesn’t tell me to lay back down. I continue, “Yay, I’ve been meaning to spar with Wanda for ages!”

Mom shakes her head, “Nice try, no. I’ll get breakfast.”

When she comes back, I eat breakfast and she turns on the TV and puts on The Force Awakens. Whenever I’m injured, we have a tradition of watching the last trilogy in Star Wars. I think both of us could probably say the movies by memory… probably not a good thing.

Two weeks later….

I head down to the training room. Because of all the superpowers, Tony made a fireproof, lightning-proof, and probably bomb-proof area of the room.

I move to the section of training dummies. They’re spread out around the room, mostly for target practice. I take a deep breath, spread my feet wider apart, and aim for the training dummies. My fire hits the first two dummies squarely in the chest, the next two in the head, and as I aim for the next two, my magic starts flickering. I ignore it, and push through and hit the dummies. As I aim for the next ones, blue fire explodes across all the dummies and flickers out. Doctor Strange walks over and hands me a bottle of water, “You know you can ask for help, right?”

“I don’t need the water, I shouldn’t be losing control--” I cut off with a wince, as my fire flares up internally. Doctor Strange gives me a pointed glance, I roll my eyes and drink the water, and the burning goes away. “Better?”

I ignore the question, “What do you think I should do then?”

“First, when your magic is getting tired, stop. Then you’ll heal faster and be able to do more the next day. Bruce scanned your fire levels last night. You know your magic is just returning.”

I sigh, “I know, but if I would have been faster then I wouldn’t be so weak now.”

“If Thor had not thrown his hammer, you would have been dead.”

I wince at that. Doctor Strange continues, “You’re done practicing for today. You can try again tomorrow.”

I nod knowing he’s right...

(here’s part two!)

It’s been almost a month and my magic is back to normal, except when I use it for extended periods of time, or when my fire burns the most intensely, my body continues to flare up. Doctor Strange stated it was just a lingering effect of the spell, I just wish he could get rid of it or better yet find the wizard who placed it. I know; patience. Everyone keeps telling me. Maybe if patience worked, I would use it more.

“Mom, I’ve been patient, I’ve waited a month. I can control my fire and levitation and Doctor Strange said I could start going back on missions.”

My mom sighs and turns to face me on the couch, “Y/N, I’m just worried that it’s too soon. You’re rushing to get back to the field.”

I counter back, “Should I just wait casually then?”

She smiles at that, “No, I don’t expect that... I guess you can return to missions. But you’re going to start slow.”

“Yay! Thank you!” I squeal, hugging her. She smiles, “I’ll tell Steve and Tony tonight.”

I step off the Quinjet and walk towards Mom sitting on a crate. She stands up when I get close and looks me up and down, “How do you feel?”

“I’m good Mom. My flying and fire were good.”

She lets out a breath at that, “I’m glad you’re almost back to normal. There’s a mission tomorrow if you’re up for it?”

I smile, “Absolutely!”

I walk into the briefing room and Tony stops talking with Rhodey when he sees me, “Glad to have you back, Sparkles!”

Clint lets out a whoop and Sam cheers. Steve smiles, “I’m glad you’re healed, but let’s focus on the mission.”

“First wizards, now aliens. This city sure is popular,” I joke.

Clint grumbled, “I’d be happy if it was less popular.”

“But then we’d be bored!” I say while killing one of the aliens.

“Hey kid, leave some for the rest of us!” Clint jokes.

I retort, “Learn how to fly, and then you’d be able to get more!”

Tony cuts in, “As much as I love the banter--Kid, get to the ground now!”

I bank down quickly, landing next to Thor, who’s battling aliens on the ground next to a Shawarma place. Thor responds, “Young Lady Romanoff has landed, she is beside me.”

As I blast an alien, my magic starts flickering and dread courses through and I realize why just as Tony says, “I see Dr. Doomsday over here.” 

I grab a sword lying on the ground and resume fighting the aliens, Thor casts a worried glance at me but continued fighting. A few seconds later, Clint shouts, “No!”

Mom hissed, “Is Y/N okay?”

Then Bucky laughs smugly, “Yeah, he’s just being a baby because I took his shot. The wizard is gone.”

As he’s talking, I feel my powers coming back to me. Not weak, but as they were last month. Back to normal at last.

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Hi there, just wanted to let you know that the good omens art with the dog (the radar one) is reposted and uncredited. The real artist is @jennieplanet (their tumblr is inactive, but they're still active on instagram at jennieplanetink). Shame tumblr has been putting so much stolen artwork on the radar lately, because it's not okay. Anyways, have a great day!

Ohhhhhh damn that sucks, thanks for the info. Deleting the post and also publishing this ask as a reminder to myself to always check this stuff.

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Persistent (Request)

Marvel cast x f!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst-ish, fluff

Request Description: Hellooo! Could you write a all the marvel cast men x teen! reader? Like they all go out to eat and hangout at a mall or something and when she goes in the women’s part of a store while they are all on the men’s side, some creepy dude keeps on hitting on her and like after she tries to politely decline his attempts and stuff rdj and the rest are like nuh uh this ain’t happening lol

Warnings: language, hints at smexual stuff, harassment, persistent asshole 

(A/N): this story includes anthony mackie, winston duke, sebastian stan, chris evans, robert downey jr and mark ruffalo. im sorry i didnt include alllll of the marvel dudes, but i just find it hard to cram them all into one fic :((( ALSO sorry if the ending is shitty hgssghsgsh

“You don’t have to bring me with you.”

“It’s too late, we’re bringing you.”

“But-” 

“Y/n, you are not spending your birthday alone!” 

You and Anthony were bickering like always. There was a short break in filming the next marvel movie, and while many people, including you, were planning on going home for the week, Sebastian, Anthony, Winston, Chris and Tom and arranged a ‘guys night out’, if you will. 

You were going to enjoy your birthday that day with your family, but a couple of days before your family had cancelled, because of exams and overloading work. They promised you’d celebrate some other day, but you were still bummed out.

Anyway, Anthony had somehow reluctantly made you admit that you were celebrating alone, and had decided to instead drag you with him and the guys to their ‘night out’. 

“I don’t wanna come and just be a bother to everyone,” you mumbled. Anthony sighed and looked at you. He then diverted his eyes back to the road. 

“You’re not bothering anyone, N/n.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to cancel your plans to the strip club or whatever you were gonna do!” You stressed. Anthony gasped like a TV mean girl.

“Did you really think we were gonna go to a strip club? Y/n, that’s private business, you don’t do that with your guys.” 

“Well, what then?” 

The mall, apparently. 

You and Anthony both stood with your necks craned to look at the proud and boasting sign, ‘mall of America’. He’d shut up after your question and just parked the car, leading you to stand exactly there, in front of that famous mall. 

“You’re gonna go shopping?” you looked at him. 

“Yeah, and what about it?” 

Before you could start another argument with Anthony, you heard a familiar ‘hey!’ and snapped your head in the direction of the caller. Winston, Sebastian, Chris, Robert and Mark were all gathered together, seemingly waiting for you two. 

“Hey, there you are! We were waiting for you,” Chris said with his usual big, dorky smile on his lips. Him and Anthony hugged and then he pulled back to look at you. 

“Y/n, you okay with spending your birthday with us?” 

“Whatever, man,” was all you could say, making the group burst into laughter. 

You would never admit it to Anthony, or any of the others for that matter, but it was actually a lot of fun. You went into many stores for no apparent reason. The guys bought and helped you make a Build-A-Bear, which you named Svenbjorn, and he had a little detective suit and a little bag. 

You ate at a Denny’s, where Mark unfortunately, but rather predictably, spilled maple syrup on himself. Then you looked around stores for fancy suits and clothes and gifts for their loved ones. Your mood was brightened, and the guys sure didn’t seem to be displeased that you were there. 

“Let’s go in here real quick,” Sebastian had said, and everyone walked with him into the clothing store. You hadn’t actually bought anything that day, so you decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to look around a bit.

“I’m gonna go to the women’s section,” you said, pointing to the area at the other end of the store. 

“Sure,” Robert waved you off, as him and the others crowded around a blue suit. You rolled your eyes and bounded off to the women’s area. 

Your eyes found a pretty yellow shirt hanging on a rack near the back. You quickly made your way to it, standing and admiring it, checking the fabric and the price. 

“Hey, babygirl,” a cocky voice sounded beside you. You turned your head to see a boy around your age, an ugly smirk on his lips. His words almost made you vomit the Denny’s pancakes you’d just eaten, but you shook off the feeling. 

“Uh, hey,” you mumbled, turning back to the shirt. Now you fiddled with it nervously. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone, huh?” his voice was strangely predatory, something about it just didn’t sit right with you. It made you feel alerted and uncomfortable. 

“Looking at shirts..”

“I bet you’d look good in this one,” he said. You didn’t have to look to know he’d found some sheer-ass, see through, titty exposer. You did however peep, and, yes.. You were right. 

“Look, I’m not interested,” you sighed. 

“That’s too bad, girlie, I could make you feel real good.”

You scrunched up your nose in disgust. Your fingers gave up their grasp on the shirt, deciding that it would be best to just get out of there. The sound of your boots hitting the shiny floor sounded, as you began padding away.

“Hey, wait, where are you going?” you heard him walking behind you, the action of persistence making your heartbeat speed up. You were now panicking.

“Hey! Why are you following her?” you breathed out in relief. Winston was standing not too far away, Sebastian and Anthony behind him. He had lowered his voice to sound more threatening, which you normally would laugh at, but considering the situation, you were pretty relieved he did it. 

All the three men looked pretty damn angry. You didn’t know how much of the conversation they’d heard, but obviously enough. Hearing another set of boots, you snapped your head to see Chris, Mark and Robert jogging towards the scene. You made eye contact with Chris, who furrowed his brows in confusion. 

The boy was now looking at the six angry and buff men, swallowing fearfully. He was shaking and surely starting to sweat. You smirked. Asshole. You walked over to stand between Sebastian and Chris.

“Are you okay?” they both murmured, searching your eyes worriedly. The fact that they were so protective of you made you smile a bit. Although, the thought that you needed several men with you to the mall to protect you kind of sucked.

“I’m alright,” you said. Meanwhile, Winston, Anthony and Robert were approaching the kid with disapproving looks. 

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you to respect women? Huh?”

“What’s your issue, kid? You had such a big mouth just a moment ago?”

“Don’t ever talk to any woman like that ever again, you hear me?” 

They didn’t even touch him, just the anger and seriousness in their voices and on their faces was enough to get the message into the kids head. He nodded, breath shaking. Then, he dashed off between Winston and Anthony, running out of the store, like a dog with its tail between its hind legs. 

When the other three turned back to you, they were still angry. 

“I can’t believe him! I can’t believe that asshole!” Anthony muttered, disbelief ridden in his voice. Winston had grown softer, looking down at you in concern. 

“Are you okay, N/n? He didn’t touch you, did he?” You could tell he was actually worried. 

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s okay, guys, it really wasn’t that serious,” you explained, wanting them to calm down. You couldn’t be the reason why their ‘guys night’ was ruined.

“Not that serious? Y/n, he wasn’t backing off when you told him to!” Robert seemed even angrier that you were denying the severity of the issue. You just shrugged.

“This kind of stuff happens all the time, this time I just had you guys with me,” you explained. By the looks on their faces, that wasn’t the most reassuring answer. In fact, even Chris and Sebastian and Mark (the sweetest human being ever, theoretically incapable of feeling anger) were angry now, scoffing. 

“That’s not- That’s-” Chris put his hands on his hips like an angry mom. Sebastian squeezed your shoulder, making you look at him, to see his jaw clenched. 

“Y/n, if that ever happens to you, no matter how big or small, just call us, please,” Anthony said, eyes catching yours to express how serious he was. You nodded. “I mean that shit.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you.” 

There was a moment of silence where everyone just basked in their anger, before Mark spoke up. 

“Hey, how about we just continue as planned and go watch a movie at the cinema?” 

Reluctantly, everyone started walking to the cinema. You noticed how your walking formation had changed, almost caging you in, protecting you. Although you, Mark and Winston kept a pretty solid conversation, you couldn’t help but overhear the other’s talking about how angry they still were. Of course, they had every right to. 

The night turned out alright again, as they slowly shook off their anger. The movie was great, and it created something new to talk about other than the ‘disrespectful little shit from earlier’. 

When Anthony drove you both back to the hotel you were both staying at, he had another serious conversation with you. He talked about staying safe and keeping a backup weapon and such.

He wasn’t usually serious, so you listened carefully. You were thankful that they had been there that day. So were they. And from that day on they all were a little bit more protective with you - whether it was in interviews or just in daily life - they kept you close and was always slightly suspicious of anyone talking to you. 

It meant a lot to you, and you thanked them, both for their protection, for an awesome birthday, and for one bitchin’ build-a-bear :)

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[rae-is-typing]

if you don't mind, could you give some advice as how to get a fanfiction blog up and running and how to get people reading your works?

I was so excited when I got the email for this ask! I’ve only been doing this for a about a year (my first post was May 1st, 2019), so I’m going to tell you what I wish someone told me. 

Have your blog completely set up before posting. This means descriptions, headers and icons, aesthetic etc

Have a reserve of content. Having a few one-shots written and edited before you start posting is a great idea so you can stay on top of things and take a break if you need to while putting out content 

Post Consistently. Having a schedule will not only make your life easier, but it will also build trust with your audience. They’ll know when to come to your blog for content

Find writer friends! They’re awesome and some of the best supporters out there. They know the ropes and give very practical advice. @afictionaladventure16​ @snarky--starky​ and I are always looking for more writer friends! Reach out to us! (please, i want more writer friends and that goes for everyone reading this)

Don’t be afraid to like and comment on fics/reach out to other writers. seriously. once you start posting, the interaction will give you life. it’s also a decent way yo get noticed by the author(s). Messaging the author or leaving asks is a great way to do this. It’s best to make a habit of this :)

Tag the SHIT out of your work. tagging is how fics and authors are found! don’t be afraid to put a thousand tags on your work so readers can find you! 

MAKE A MASTERLIST. I can’t tell you how many notes I got after I made my masterlists. Most of the notes on my work at least doubles, or even tripled. It’s tedious, but so so worth it. It will also help your readers navigate your blog.

Consider posting on AO3. Honestly, I’ve come to prefer reading on AO3 because of the tagging system and the plethora of fics on there. It’s certainly not for everyone, but it is something to consider.

Quality matters. This piece of advice has more to do with the actual writing more than setting a blog up and getting readers, but it is vital. Well written fics are almost always better than ones littered with grammatical errors, poor pacing, and bag world building. Trust me on this.

Finally, don’t be upset of you don’t blow up overnight or if you don’t get a lot of notes. You won’t blow up overnight. be patient, and you’ll get there :)

Sorry that I wrote an entire novel answering your question. Please, feel free to message me if you have any more questions! I’d love to chat one-on-one. 

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Red Roses: “I Love You” - Vision Ending

Valentines Special: Day Nine

Day One: Morning Glories  //  Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers  //  Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips   // Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus  //  Day Eight: Daffodils (Post with rest of the character endings)

Plot: It’s finally Valentines Day, the day the reader will finally learn who it is that had been leaving them flowers and notes expressing their secret feelings.

Pairing: Gen!Neutral Reader x Vision

Note: Gif made by me on Giphy, not great quality buuut, I couldn’t find any suitable gifs already on here. 

Triggers: None        Words: 1,674

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February 14th

You stared off into space as your mind wondered off into a daydream. You couldn’t stop wondering how your admirer would show themselves to you, or even when they would. At the party was your assumption, but they never said so in their notes. Just that it would be today. 

“Y/n! Hellooo?” a voice called out in amusement, breaking you from your thoughts. 

“Huh? What?” you asked before realizing where you were “Oh sorry” you chuckled. 

Natasha smirked at you as you came back to reality, you were sitting at a diner table with her, having gone out to breakfast together. “You sure are distracted today. Got anything to do with a certain mysterious someone?” 

You eyed her before taking a sip of your drink “Maybe.”

“So, you don’t know who it is yet then?” 

“No” you admitted “Why, got something to tell me? Your loving friendship turn into passion?” you joked, you had figured it wasn’t her by now, you were close, but not that close. 

She laughed “You got me figured out then?” 

You began picking at your food “I keep thinking about everyone individually, but I just can’t figure it out.”

“Well, who do you want it to be?”

You met her gaze, no matter how close you were, you had yet to tell her about your feelings for a particular android, what would she think? 

“Oh come on, there isn’t one you want it to be above the others?” 

“There is...”

“So, who?”

You met her eyes again before taking a drink, whispering it out “Vision.” 

She stared at you for a moment “Vision?” 

“Yeah yeah I know” you put your face into your hands.

She smiled “No, Y/n, it’s fine I get it.”

“You get it?” you asked, peeking through your fingers. 

“Yeah come on, I mean, he’s charming, smart, basically human. I mean, he even has a human form, which I must admit is pretty damn cute.” she said with a smile.

You chuckled as you put your hands back down “I don’t even know if he...feels, like that. I mean, he has emotions, but...can he feel, I don’t know, attraction? Love?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past him. Like I said, he is basically human in a lot of ways. He eats, sleeps, laughs, why not love?” 

“And you don’t think it’s weird?” 

She shrugged “Not any more weird than dating an alien.”

You thought about it more, you really did like him, a lot, you even think you loved him, actually you were positive. But you ran from it because of the possible backlash of loving an android. Even though, no matter his appearance, you never saw him as that. Because he was so human. You had grown so close to him that you couldn’t help the feelings that grew for him. He was kind and patient, and held many of the attributes you thought the best people could have. Natasha was right, he was basically human. Maybe he could love you. But, you still didn’t know if it was him. 

“But what if it’s someone else?” you said after some time. 

“Then you’ll do what you feel in the moment.” she said simply. 

- - -

After breakfast with Natasha, you went on a few work calls for Fury, small transport missions that took the rest of the day. So, now, you were finally back in your room, looking through your closet for something to wear to the party. You had completely forgot to pick something out ahead of time, and now the party was going to start in less than 30 minutes. 

Debating whether you should really dress up, or go a bit more casual, you groaned as you sorted through your clothes. “Maybe something in between?” you wondered out loud, finally grabbing a few pieces you thought would be suitable, and a pair of shoes you had recently bought, and quickly finished getting ready. 

It wasn’t until you were in the elevator riding up to the party floor that it finally hit you full on, that this was probably the last moment you’d really have wondering who it was that left the notes and flowers. You would find out once and for all, who it was that apparently felt so stronger towards you. And as the elevator stopped on the floor, you took a deep breath and walked out, trying to convince yourself that you were ready for anything. 

Walking through the crowd, you saw Natasha, Bruce and Sam at the bar and made your way over to them. When Natasha saw you she smiled and nodded at you, a secret confidence boost. “Hey” you said as you sat besides Bruce. He and Sam greeting you with smiles. 

You sat with them for a while, talking and joking, and you had managed to forget about the anxiety of the evening for a while. Up until two voices greeted you from behind. Turning, you were met with Steve and Vision approaching. 

“Hello, Y/n, you look very nice this evening” Vision greeted with a smile. 

“Thanks Vis, you too” you tugged on the dress-shirt he was donning, making him smile, as you tried to ignore the own heavy beating of your heart. 

You all sat and talked for a while longer before parting and mingling with others around the party. Your anxiety fluctuated throughout the night, having had one on ones with most of the avengers at one point in the night, but hearing no confessions yet. You started to wonder if they were going to tell you at all.

As you walked over to a table and sat down, you grimaced as you adjusted your feet, which were now very sore. ‘That’s what I get for wearing new shoes’ you thought to yourself before deciding, if you were going to make it through the end of the night you needed to change shoes.

Rising, you began walking towards the exit, passing by Natasha, Wanda, Vision and Thor. Natasha gave you a quizzical look “You alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m just going to go change my shoes” you said giving a parting smile to the group as you left. 

When you got into the elevator you slipped off your shoes and picked them up, walking to your room and quickly making your way to your closet. After grabbing new shoes you went into the bathroom before you were going to head back to the party. When you exited the bathroom you almost stumbled to a stop when you saw a large vase with red roses sitting on your kitchen counter. 

“Was that there?” you questioned out loud, did you really miss that when you rushed in?

Walking slowly up to the counter, you admired the flowers before looking through them for a note. You felt confusion and a bit disappointed when you found none. 

“Red roses hold the meaning ‘I love you’.” a voice said from behind you, making you spin around quickly. 

Vision was standing at the door to your room, probably having had walked right through it. “Vision” you said quietly. 

He took a few steps into the room “I hope you are not too...disappointed in finding out that it was me who has been leaving you the flowers and the notes” he said while watching you closely, surely for your reaction. ”And I hope, you are not mad at me for lying to you when you asked me before, if I delivered them to your door that day.” 

Getting over the immediate shock, you shook your head, a smile crossing your face “I’m not disappointed Vision, a bit surprised maybe, as I was..unsure if you felt anything like that for me.”

“Or in general?” he asked, as if reading your mind.

You shrugged slightly as you took a few steps closer to him “I must admit it crossed my mind” 

“Yes, I’m sure it did, and I understand why. I myself was quiet..taken back, when one day I finally figured out what it was that I had been feeling.”

You gave him a slight questioning look “Attraction” he said, answering your unspoken question before adding on, while walking the rest of the way up to you  “...Love. But I do feel it, quite strongly.” You looked up at him as he stared into your eyes “But I have been afraid, that, perhaps, you could not be attracted to...something like me.”

“Something like you?” you questioned.

“An android, something that is not human.”

You took a step closer, so that you were nearly touching “Vision” you stared into his eyes “You are closer to being human than some humans I’ve met. Your kind, and smart, you have morals and beliefs. Your are not just ‘something’, whether an android or not, you are a great man, and I don’t see you as anything other than that.” 

He stared at you with a sense of awe as you told him this, his doubts about how he thought you felt fading away to hope as you smiled up at him “And...” he began “Can you see yourself...loving me? As I love you.” 

You smiled at him as you brought your hand to his face “I already do.” 

He smiled as he brought his hand to yours “Then I could wish for nothing else. Except..maybe one thing.”

“What’s that?” 

Moving his hands and bringing them to your face he leaned forward, bringing his lips to your own in a kiss. It lasted only a few moments, but long enough for you to seemingly get lost in it. When the kiss ended, you stared into each others eyes for a few moments before Vision pressed his forehead lightly against your own “Now, I can wish for nothing more but this to last.” 

“Then it will” you said with a gentle smile.

Forgetting to return to the party, you stayed together and made sure that this moment did in fact last for as long as you could allow it too, knowing that after this evening everything would be different, everything would be better. 

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🥺no it’s wasn’t too far!! I was just wondering like maybe tony or Steve helping a teen with their homework/ school work because they’re falling behind but too scared and shy to say anything??👉🏼👈🏼. It’s okay if it’s not something you would be interested in writing though! 💕💕

Word count: 981

A/N: thank you for sending this in! Please don’t be afraid to send requests in, I love writing everything you guys want me to! :) <3

Warnings: anxiety

Homework

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You shoved the essay that you had to finish by tomorrow in the desk draw with a huff out of pure fury and defeat while a few stray tears rolled pathetically down your cheeks. You had been assigned a paper to write upon World War Two in great detail. You would have called upon Steve or Bucky yet they were on a mission and wouldn’t be back for another week so that was no good. You could go to your dad but as soon as you thought of it your brain dismissed it, you know he’d told you about it a million times, repeating facts that he’d shared already. He got frustrated very fast and you didn’t want to upset him, you knew he would if he found out that you struggled just to write essays on their own, never mind something you knew close to nothing about.

“Hey (Y/N), foods ready” you heard a knock interrupt your mental breakdown at what you were going to do. Instantly you matched the voice to your father so you spun around on the spin you chair while attempting to furiously wipe any remains of the tears on your face. “You okay?” You once again heard your fathers voice ask from the other side of the door, his voice full of concern as you hadn’t answered. “Erm, yeah!” You stood up from the chair and flew open the drawer, trying to find the essay you had yet to finish before tomorrow and you knew that if you didn’t get it done now then you would get detention for a year as it was normal in the towers to play board games after everyone had eaten.

“Alright.. okay” your dad's voice was evidently suspicious, so you audibly sighed out of relief when his footsteps got quieter as he walked back down to the kitchen. You didn’t know why you were so scared to tell him you were struggling with school but part of you wondered if it was the fact that he was such a genius and was so smart that he would be disappointed in you for the fact that his own daughter couldn’t even write a paper on something they’d been told about time and time again in the simplest form possible.

So thinking as fast as you could, you attempted to come up with any possible facts about the war anyone had ever mentioned in your life. But it seemed that no matter hard you tried, your brain just couldn’t seem to come up with any. After 10 minutes of pure rage and disappointment in yourself, you just decided to give up and deal with the consequences you were yet to face tomorrow at school and just make your way downstairs to eat food with your family, who were now, most likely very confused at where you were.

The walk down the stairs was one of the longest silent moment you had ever experienced, filled with only your own self deprecating thoughts, but once you did reach the kitchen where everyone was sat on the stools by the counter they all turned to face you with raised eyebrows

“Sorry” you mumbled, heat rising to your cheeks as you crossed the room and grabbed a slice of pizza and a paper plate. It was Thor’s fault that the house no longer contained any type of glass.

“Did you do your homework?” Natasha asked and stole a glance up at you to see. You tried to act normal as you shrugged, “yeah, I guess so” Without meaning to your sentence came off as a question, making you inwardly curse yourself.

“Are you sure? I thought I heard some yelling before I came up” your dad said, nobody else heard as they’d just begun discussing when Steve and Bucky were supposed to be back from the mission. “That was just.. a movie I was watching” you quickly lied, heart rate speeding up at the thought of him calling you out on not being able to write a simple essay.

“(Y/N),” he said gently after making sure the team weren’t still paying attention, “your teacher called me today, it’s okay to need some help.”

“Oh” it was the only word you could form once he’d called you out, embarrassment settled in as his gentle gaze didn’t venture anywhere else except you. Before you could hide your face, your cheeks heated up involuntary, making your dad sigh. “It’s okay to ask for help (Y/N).”

Your brain battled between options, trying to think of a way where you wouldn’t have to admit anything before you gave up. You didn’t have to hide it anymore, you naturally struggled with essays and understanding things and you were allowed to be like that, he knew so now he could help.

“I just… I try so hard and it never seems to work, I don’t- I can’t understand anything” you admitted softly, ignoring the bustling around the room as the others put their dishes in the sink and made their way into the common room. “I’ve got an idea,” Your dad said and stood up before crossing the kitchen to grab a soda can from the fridge “if you feel more comfortable at home and more concentrated then I can homeschool you. It’s not like we’re saving the world every other day”

A grin found its way instantly on your face, the nervousness of before vanishing without a trace and you slid off the kitchen stool and joined your dad by the fridge, wrapping your arms around his torso. He chuckled and returned the hug with a hidden smile on his face. “Thanks dad” you mumbled, every part of you meant it. You couldn’t ask for a better father.

“It’s alright kiddo, I understand.”

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[fablesrose]

Of Kings and Shadows XXX

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Warnings: none

Series Masterlist

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A flip of a switch. A single syllable.

In the coming weeks, something started to feel different. Maybe it was the voice in my head. It was a voice all too familiar, but luckily it was only a whisper. A very convincing whisper, though.

That one word that echoed in Steve's voice spun my whole mindset to do a 180.

My whens became ifs.

The ifs became whens.

And that little voice that I call Noxy resurfaced again.

When are they going to forget about you down here?

When are they going to leave you here to starve? To rot?

When are they just going to drop you to the bottom of the sea, hoping you never resurface?

When are you going to escape before that happens?

There was a person that was molded in me. Before I became The Queen. It was a frame of mind that I seemed to shed when I took back control. I thought perhaps it had disappeared, dissolved, whatever, I didn't really think about it. All I cared about was that suddenly, I was the person my friends loved so dearly again. That small window of someone different was gone, invisible, even erased.

I came to realize that that wasn't the case.

The person I became, slightly sinister, a bit dark, perhaps a little morbid in certain circumstances, was born from desperation. It disappeared when that desperation was no longer needed. It faded as I lost interest in the life my body was living without me. Or at least I thought it faded. I'm beginning to think that I just ignored it.

Once that desperation came back... I don't think this part of me is ever going to go away again.

I couldn't help but look for ways to escape my impending torment. I noticed that the inner machinery of the cell was exposed whenever my food was delivered. (It was still in smoothie form, unfortunately.) I calculated the space in between and if there was enough for me to squeeze through and if there was a pathway for me to break free. I severely doubted it. The only result of that plan could be my limbs grinding in the gears.

That little part of me almost smiled at the thought of feeling something other than the constant overstimulation mixed with dull numbness that's been coursing under my skin since I got that stupid shot.

I tried to steer my mind to any other plan, but they all fell flat in impossibility. The doors were out of the question. With the two never open at the same time, making a run for it was simply absurd. The walls and floor were all sheer, and I had no tools besides a few books and a deck of cards to dismantle anything. I couldn't use my powers to break out either, since that was the whole point of this whole fucking cell.

I ran out of ideas.

Today was a particularly hard day with how loud my mind was screaming at me to escape. To persevere. To survive. To feel. To be prepared for the absolute worst-case scenario.

Loki visited quietly today. For a while, we just stared at each other blankly. My mind was wandering to the dark places Steve unlocked. I only vaguely wondered what Loki was thinking about when he gazed at me.

I was broken out of my stupor when Loki spoke, "Did I ever tell you how relieved I was when I was finally able to see your eyes again?"

I tilted my head, "What do you mean? Like when you saw that I was alive?"

Loki mirrored my movements with a furrowed brow and a shake of the head, "You don't know... Do you?"

I sighed, blinking slowly, "Know what Loki?"

He produced a couple of illusions of pictures of me. The pictures were cropped to center around my face, but I could see my white tactical suit around the corners. What I did notice was my eyes were not their original color. If it was anything but Loki's impossibly high-quality illusions, I would have blamed the unnatural black hue to the grain of the screen or camera, but it wasn't. The illusion left no doubt. My eyes were not my own, instead replaced with black orbs that swallowed more light then was given.

"Oh, man." I gently traced around the edge of my eye subconsciously. So this is what they saw when they looked at me. My eyes held no light... Literally. "You could've told me I looked like shit," I chuckled to try and cover up my slight discomfort.

"Now now, did you forget my opening statement already?" The illusions fizzled out silently as he spoke. I was a little embarrassed to say that I had been too distracted with shock to pay much attention to what he had said before.

He made sure to make eye contact with me as he spoke slowly, "I was so glad when I was able to see your eyes again."

With that I found a hand-held mirror appear in my clasp. It had exquisite workmanship. Knowing Loki, the delicate designs were carved into genuine gold. I purposefully didn't look at myself, instead, directing my attention to the beautiful piece Loki put in my hands.

"Don't be shy my dear," Loki spoke softly with equally gentle nudges of magic at the mirror.

I finally raised it to look at myself. I kept my gaze from my own and studied the other features of my face. There wasn't any denying that it was mine, but I could tell I had changed. My skin had lost all its impurities, scars and rough skin had just disappeared. Certain features seemed to have been enhanced to capitalize on my beauty. It was almost like I was wearing natural make-up. Without the smokey eye. The structure was similar, but perhaps a little more angled, a bit more perfect.

Or maybe I always looked like this and I'd just forgotten, who knows?

After I had looked at everything but my eyes, there was nothing else to delay the inevitable. I finally turned my eyes to... my eyes. I wasn't sure what I would find. I was silently hoping that they looked the same as they were in my childhood, but I was preparing to see an abyss.

Either way, I was wrong.

My irises were somewhere in between. I had a black ring around the outside that seemed to be leaking into the color from my memories. I pulled the mirror closer to get a better look with a furrowed brow. It was fascinating, but terrifying at the same time. I don't know how long I was staring at my eyes, but eventually, I placed the mirror down with a shake of my head. It was such a strange sensation.

"So you meant half of my eyes right?" I gave Loki a soft smile as he vanished the mirror on the floor.

He chuckled, "They're still yours."

I didn't answer, instead, I just kept my smile, not knowing what to say.

Loki's voice quickly followed his presence in my mind, You must stop those thoughts of yours.

Instantly I knew what he was talking about. How would you know and why does it matter princely?

I watched as his smile stretched to a smirk, Who do you think I am darling?

I blew a stray hair from my face that fell when I tilted my head at him. I looked at him innocently, waiting for him to continue. He didn't leave me waiting for long.

Besides. I have a surprise for you.

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I See Fire (Bucky Barnes x Alien!Reader) ** TEASER **

TEASER

I See Fire Masterlist

Description: Y/N and her brother are sent to earth by their father in search for the Avengers help to save their planet. Through their journey with the Avengers sparks fly between Y/N and a certain super-soldier. But with Y/N’s position as royal Princess, will she have to push her feelings aside for the sake of her planet? Or will she do something she’s never done before and put herself first?

Word Count: 580

A/N: Thank you to @sebastiansloserclub​ for the amazing moodboard!! LOVE IT SO MUCH! Also, thank you to @thingsgetstrangereveryday​ for editing this for me!! Appreciate it!! 

Your father couldn’t help but see so much of your mother in you, especially in times that he missed her so dearly. He wished his wife were here to see how much their children have grown. 

The sound of the door opening quickly drew your father out of his thought’s “what’s going on?” Johan asked as he looked over both of your expressions. 

“Our uncle has gone mad once again.” 

“He’s been mad, what’s new?” 

Your father sighed, “I believe this time his threats are real.” He walks over to his desk, digging for something in one of the drawers. He exclaimed when he found what he was looking for, placing it on top of the desk. 

You looked at the small radio-like device, noticing the star along with the red and blue color. “She said it was for emergencies,” you stated. 

“This is an emergency.” 

“Y/N and I can defeat him, we’re strong enough.” 

“I’m afraid you’re not,” your father sighed as he sat on his chair behind the desk. “Your uncle somehow gained powers that are not from this planet, powers that not one of us can defeat. We also can’t put the heir to the throne’s life in danger.”

“So, then I will go into battle,” Johan suggested. 

Your father shook his head. “Captain Marvel is our only hope.” 

“What if she doesn’t answer? After Thanos’s destruction, she showed up a couple of times but then disappeared on us again.” 

“She spoke about the Avengers,” you pitched. “Maybe they could help? She said they could be trusted.” 

“You can’t be serious. We’d have to go to Earth in order to contact them, it’s basically a suicide mission!” 

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” You questioned your brother. “Going into battle with a man that can overpower is a suicide mission.” 

“She’s right,” your father piped in. “Having you both at Earth looking for these Avengers is better than having you here waiting for Captain Marvel to respond. We’ll send Captain Marvel a distress signal while you both go to earth and look for the Avengers… the more help, the better.” 

“You can’t be serious! The journey to earth will take days!” Johan exclaimed. 

“It’s actually just a day journey, if we leave tomorrow morning we should get there the next day. It shouldn’t take any longer than four days to find the avengers, we could make it back within a week maybe less,” you commented. 

The king can see how against his son is with the decision, he hated to think so low of his son, but he couldn’t help but compare him to his own brother. The brother that betrayed him and now was asking for his crown. “Knowing my brother, he’ll wait for me to make the next move, he isn’t reckless with his men.” he sighs, “you’ll both leave in the morning, take this time to pack supplies and get rest.” 

You and Johan both get up from your spots and walk out of the room, walking in silence half the way. “I hope you know I disagree with this,” Johan comments as you both continue your walk to your designated rooms. 

You stopped in front of your door, turning to your brother. “Do you ever agree with any of our decisions?” 

“Do I ever have a say?” Johan asked. You knew the answer to that, but before you could retaliate, Johan was already halfway down the hall and leaving you to your thoughts. 

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The Art of Falling in Love-Finn Wolfhard × Reader

Chapter Two is here...

Chapter Three: Crushin'

Word Count 1.6k

Warnings: very little angst, fluff

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You wake up an hour before Finn told you too because you wanted to make sure that you didn't look homeless for your breakfast date. You decide on going with a plain long sleeve shirt with a green jacket and a pair of jeans. Your hair is still kind of curled from your shoot yesterday so you just leave your hair and put on a pair of glasses. You text your mom a good morning text and wait for Finn to get you.

Finn knocks on the trailer door and you yell for him to come in. When he opens up the door, you are putting on your shoes.

Finn "Good-" he stops when he sees you, "Okay how can you look this good at 6 a.m?" You blush and hide your face in your hands. 

"I can say the same about you," you walk over to hug him and tell him good morning. 

Finn "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, where are we going?"

Finn "I was thinking of taking you to one of my favorite restaurants up here, they serve the best breakfast."

"Okay, let's go." 

…

When you get in the car, Finn gives you the aux cord and you put on some old music that you both love and have in common. Finn is also a musician so he sings along with you and you two have the best time. When you get to the restaurant, Finn tells you to stay in the car. For a moment you are confused until he makes his way to your side of the car, you knew that he was going to open up your door for you. When he does, he smiles and says "m'lady." You giggle and get out of the car. When you get up to the restaurant doors, he opens that for you as well. He isn't just all looks, he is so kind, funny, sweet, encouraging and a gentleman. 

You and Finn order the same breakfast: an old fashioned omelet with bacon and fruit.

Finn "Thanks for going on this date with me."

"Yeah of course, why wouldn't I?!"

Finn "I don't know...I always get nervous with this type of stuff."

"I get that cause so am I. But with you it's different ya know?" He shakes his head in agreement, "It's natural, it's not pushed."

Finn "Yeah. When I was thinking about asking you yesterday, I was like am I doing this too soon? If she says no, would I make things awkward..?"

"Yeah, those are always the first questions that comes to mind but no, I am really glad that you asked me to breakfast, Finn." 

Finn "Me too. I'm having a good time Y/n." You two talk until you realize that you need to get back to the trailer park. 

Finn "Oh shit.."

"What?"

Finn "8:10.."

"Oh we need to go!" Finn gets the check and you both hurry out the restaurant. Even though you both were in a rush, he still opened the doors for you, which melted your heart. You really like him and you hope that this relationship blossoms into something great.

Finn "I lost track of the time talking to you. Everything else just…"

"Didn't matter?"

Finn "Yeah. Everything else just didn't exist...it all just kind of disappeared."

"Yeah, I felt the same way. We really need to get back." You both laugh in a panic and fly down the highway.

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You and Finn part ways when you get to the park and go into each other's trailers. When you got in, you probably sat down for like two minutes before Jamie and Carmen knocked on your door.

After they finished, they told you to meet with John to talk about the next shoot. 

"Hi! You wanted to see me?"

John "Y/n-Yes good morning!"

"Good morning sir."

John "So, I was thinking that since you and Finn have grown a close friendship that I could tie you into more of the movie."

"Really? I get more scenes?"

John "Yes. I had Thomas add to your script." He hands you a new and improved script.

"Thank you!"

John "Yeah, no problem kid. The way you acted yesterday, I want the audience to see your talent as much as possible."

"To hear you say that, means a lot to me. Thank you so much."

John "Absolutely. Run along now and check out your new lines." You nod and go back to your trailer and read your lines until it is time for Finn and Oakes to start filming. You read that you are hanging out at Theo's place and Boris comes over and that is how he is introduced to you in the movie. 

…

Since the movie is changed a little, you are filming with Finn and Oakes today. You walk up to the group and stand next to Finn. He looks down at you and smiles.

Oakes "You get to film with us today!"

"I know! John told me and handed me a new script."

Finn wraps his arm around your shoulder, "It's funny cause Y/n and I were hoping that we'd get to film together and now we do!"

Oakes laughs, "It is like god answered your prayer!"

Finn "I mean, you're not wrong." You smile and look up at finn. 

…

You and Oakes get in your positions. You have your prosthetic on and look like you did yesterday pretty much. 

John "And...action!" 

Theo "I'm glad that you came with me Pippa."

"Thank you for inviting me. With what we've been through, it feels good to be away from New York."

You and Oakes do your lines until it is time for Finn to join in.

"Who is that? I thought that your dad wasn't supposed to come home until tonight?"

Theo "It's probably just Boris."

"Boris?" That is when Finn comes into the house and looks at you. Every time he does, it takes your breath away. 

Boris "Who is your friend?" You forget that you have your prosthetic on and you touch it by accident but you roll with it and act like it hurt you. 

Theo "This is my friend from New York, Pippa."

Boris "Hi, I'm Boris."

"Nice to meet you."

You three go through your lines and finish up your scene. 

Boris "What happened?"

"I was in the bombing with Theo...I hit my head."

Boris "I am sorry." You try to hide it with your hand when he grabs your hand and puts it back on the table, "No need to feel self conscious Pippa. You are very beautiful, scar or no scar." You knew that he meant what he said, camera or no camera. 

"Thank you, Boris. Theo, I should really get some rest. It was nice meeting you."

Boris "Sleep well."

Theo "Okay, I'll see you when you wake up." In the movie, you are staying with Theo until further notice because your uncle died in the bombing and do not want to stay with other family members. 

Boris "Is she alright?"

Theo "Yeah, she just gets tired very easily now. She can't even listen to music anymore without struggling."

Boris "That is awful. I feel for her."

Theo "So do I, that is why I offered for her to stay with me because I know what it feels like. We both lost family that day."

John "And cut!!"

You come back downstairs and Finn comes running to you and hugs you.

"Are you okay?!"

Finn let's go of you, only to cup your left cheek in his hand, "Yeah I just...that scene felt too real and I am just glad that that didn't really happen to you."

"Aw Finn...it's just a movie, I'm fine."

Finn "I know.." he hugs you and then you three get separated because Finn and Oakes have to film without you. 

Bill takes off your prosthetic and you get comfortable. It is now 5:21 p.m and you are done filming for the day. You watch Sarah, Luke, Finn and Oakes film their last scene for the evening. You catch Finn looking at you from behind the camera and you can't help but smile.

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Finn and Oakes get their makeup and wardrobe taken off just as you did and then join you and Sarah along with some other co-stars at the bonfire in the middle of the park. It was your idea to have one since it was a long day and it was really cold tonight. You sit the closest to the fire because you didn't have your hoodie on. When Finn joins you and the group, he brung a spare hoodie with him and hands it to you. You thank him and accept his offer. Once you have his large hoodie on, you are instantly warmer. 

You all stayed by the fire until everyone got too tired to stay up anymore. It was just you, Finn and Oakes until 12 a.m. when Oakes left to go to bed as well. 

Oakes "Good night guys."

You and Finn "Good night."

Oakes "You guys aren't coming?"

Finn "Nah, I'm not tired enough yet."

Oakes "Okay, see you two in the morning." 

When Oakes left, Finn got up and sat behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rest your head on his chest and enjoy the rest of the fire that is dying down. 

Finn "Is this okay?"

"Mhm." You feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier. He kisses your cheeks and you melt more and more in his arms. This morning was amazing, but this moment by far beats every moment previous. 

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