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── BUZZFEED THIRST TWEETS. ( featuring sebastian stan, anthony mackie, and alex turner at the end! )

▹ pairing: sebastian stan, anthony mackie x fem!actress reader.

▹ summary: what could be a more unhinged and unserious thirst tweets episode with this trio?

▹ warning: vulgar language, mentions of profanities, swearing—but mostly harmless and a good laugh! just pure chaos!

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“I’M ACTUALLY SO SCARED TO READ THESE.” [Y/N] admitted to the crew members, eyes painted with slight worry as she was sandwiched between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie. It was yet another movie promotion for the Avengers Infinity War and the actress was finally reunited with her two favorite co-stars, starring in a new episode of Buzzfeed Thirst Tweets.

Sebastian let out a nervous chuckle, agreeing with her. “Gosh, I already regret this.” he sighed, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. He glanced at Anthony, who was holding the blue bucket of thirst tweets from the fans.

Anthony wiggled his eyebrows at the camera, “This is gonna be good.” he said in a serious tone, making [Y/N] quietly giggle, giving the camera a look before watching Anthony reading the first tweet.

“So, this is what we love to do on a Saturday…reading thirst tweet,” Sebastian told the camera, turning his head to his co-stars as Anthony pulled out the first tweet.

Anthony smirked, “On [Y/N]’s comfortable couch!” Sebastian and [Y/N] shake their heads with another laugh. “Get on with it, Mackie!”

Anthony cleared his throat, reading the tweet, “[Y/N] could literally run me over with a tank and I’d say, thank you.” 

The actress burst out laughing, shoulders shaking while Sebastian nodded his head in agreement. “I mean, I’d apologize first, but, I-I appreciate the dedication,” she said to the camera, a small laugh escaping from her lips. 

Sebastian chuckled, “No, I think they would actually thank you,” he told her, grabbing his water bottle and taking a small sip. Anthony turned his head to the actress with a grin, “Right, they’d be like ‘Queen, do it again.’”

[Y/N]’s hands roamed around the bucket, hand clasping at another tweet, this time aimed at Sebastian. She smiled before reading, “Sebastian Stan could punch me in the face and I’d still ask him to marry me.” she read, giving the tweet to Sebastian. “Well, they’re not wrong.”

Anthony shakes his head, “This is why sea bass gets away with anything!” he whined, looking at the camera with a scowl, making Sebastian chuckle, “I mean…you don’t know what you like until you try it.” he cheekily said to the camera, making [Y/N] and Anthony squeal with laughter.

Sebastian muttered a small prayer, picking up another tweet. “Anthony Mackie could talk me into anything. Man could say “jump,” and I’d say–” Sebastian stops mid-sentence and bursts out laughing, making the pair prompt him to continue. “Finish the tweet, Seb.” [Y/N] whined, nudging his side with her elbow.

Anthony sighed impatiently, snatching the paper from Sebastian, who was dying of laughter, almost falling off the couch. “Man could say “jump” and I’d say ‘How high, daddy?’” [Y/N] almost spat out her drink, her throat emitting a small cough, making the crew laugh. “Oh my God!” 

Sebastian was still cackling and he had to lean on [Y/N] for support, who was also a mess. Anthony looked at the camera, a smirk forming his handsome features. “I accept this.”

“This is getting out of hand, guys.” [Y/N] scolded, her face morphing into a deep frown at the camera, referring to their fans with a disappointed look.

She handed the bucket to Anthony, who picked up a tweet. “[Y/N] could bench-press me I’d gladly be her gym equipment.” The crew behind the camera completely lost it, and Anthony got up and walked away, while Sebastian gave the camera a horrified look.

Heat flooded over her cheeks as she laughed, her flustered face looking at the camera while picking up the tweet from the floor. “W-What does that even mean?!” She stuttered, laughter bubbling in her throat.

Sebastian snatched the paper from her hands and showed it to the camera, “It means you need to start charging rent because you’re living in their head rent-free.” he bleated, giving the camera a disapproving look.

“Ok, guys, let’s finish these. We have a few left,” the cameraman said with a chuckle, watching the spectacle in front of him. Anthony came back and sat back down, taking a long sip from his bottle.

[Y/N] picked up a tweet, lips curving upwards. “Anthony Mackie could look at me and I’d get pregnant instantly.” she paused, looking at the camera, “The power,” she said, making Anthony shrug his shoulder with a cocky expression.

“I’ll take that responsibility.” He said, making Sebastian laugh as he picked up a tweet of himself, “Oh God….Bucky Barnes could choke me with his metal arm, and I’d say ‘Harder’” Sebastian read his tweet, immediately standing up and leaving the frame, his voice echoing around the room. “For the love of God!”

Anthony fell down the chair with a loud wheeze while [Y/N] looked concerned, looking around the room and giving the crew members an appalled look. She sighed. “I need therapy after this,” she admitted, putting the bucket on the table.

Sebastian scoffed from off-camera, “No, they need therapy!”

Anthony shook his head, wiping his eyes with his hands before picking up another tweet. “I love this. C’mon, there are still some left,” he said to his co-stars, who exchanged a glance before pulling themselves together.

Anthony gave the next tweet to [Y/N] with a funny look, who looked at the camera with a nervous look. “[Y/N] could step on me and I’d bark.” She read, her chest vibrating from laughter. “Why are you people like this?”

Anthony loudly cackled, his shoulders shaking. Sebastian’s expression turned serious as he looked at the actress, “Woof.” he said, making Anthony laugh harder while [Y/N] pushed him off the couch, screaming with laughter. 

Sebastian chuckled, getting up from the floor while grabbing the bucket. She slapped his hand, still laughing. “S-Stop! I don’t think I can handle this anymore.” she giggled, leaning into Anthony for support.

Sebastian grinned, “Oh, I love this tweet. Alex Turner is the luckiest man alive to get that every damn day. I’d give up my soul to be in his position. That body, that face... I’m sweating just thinking about it." [Y/N] hides her face with her hands, completely flustered while the whole room erupts in laughter and whistles.

Anthony whistled, looking at the person who came into the room. “Speaking of the sun.” he chimed, eyes painted with playfulness as he watched Alex standing at the doorway with a confused look. “What are you guys doing?” he asked the trio as he walked toward them, giving the camera a look.

“Suffering.” [Y/N] answered her husband while fanning herself. 

“Reading thirst tweets. You wanna join, Strumzilla?” Anthony asked him, wiggling his eyebrows at him, making Alex shake his head, deep chuckles emitting from his lips, “No, I–uh, I’m good. I’m just here to pick up my guitar.” he excused, turning to leave, but Sebastian grabbed him by the shirt. 

“Oh, no, Al. You’re in this now,” he told him with a wink, shifting in his seat to make room for Alex to sit. The musician cursed under his breath, reluctantly sitting down.

Anthony gave him a tweet with a funny look, “Read and see what the fans say about your wife,” he jested, making [Y/N] snort, small giggles coming out of her mouth. “Oh gosh, no! He’s not ready for that.”

Alex sighed, adjusting his sunglasses. He licked his lips before reading, “[Y/N] could spit in my coffee, and I’d drink it like it was holy water.” Alex froze, eyes looking at his wife with a disturbed look. 

Anthony and Sebastian shook with laughter, their cackles echoing across the room. “Oh my God!” [Y/N] screams with laughter, slapping her thighs as the whole room died, again. “First of all—” she tried to say, but ended up gasping between giggles, her words lost in a fit of uncontrollable laughter at her husband’s deadpan look.

“That is wild,” Alex exclaimed, gripping the paper and giving the camera crew a genuinely concerned look before giving his wife another look, which made her chuckle with a scowl.

“Why are you looking at me like I wrote it?” she chortled, giggling as she hit his shoulder, making his lips crack a smile. 

The married couple looked at Sebastian and Anthony, who were still howling with laughter. The camera panned to the duo and back to Alex and [Y/N], who looked at them with a chuckle. “Are you guys okay?” Alex asked, watching them regaining their composure. 

“Oh, man. This is the best day of my life.” Anthony chimed, clearing his throat. He gave the camera a look, “Did we finish all of the tweets?” he asked a crew member, who shrugged in response asking if there was any more left.

Sebastian’s hand roamed around the blue bucket, eyes sparking as he picked up the last tweet. He read the paper, a wide grin reaching his handsome features.

He gave it to Alex, who looked at him, dumbfounded. “What a better way to finish this episode,” Sebastian said to the camera, making [Y/N] inch closer to her husband, reading the tweet.

“I already know my tweets are a nightmare,” Alex mumbled, but enough for the whole room to hear as they laughed. He almost choked on air, eyebrows furrowed as he read the tweet loudly. “If I ever get reincarnated, I wanna come back as a chair so Alex Turner can sit on me.” 

[Y/N] laughed, hitting him in the chest. “Honestly, that’s something I would write,” she admitted, making Alex shake his head with a laugh.

Anthony laughed and looked at the camera, “Y’all are nasty!” he turned to Alex, grabbing his shoulder, “Your fans are just as bad as ours.” 💬 … Comments:

@/fanaticforfame: lmao alex looks so disgusted by the thirst tweets 

@/starryobsessed23: nobody mentions the fact that seb calls alex for al MY HEART

@/buckysoldiers: anthony calling alex strumzilla got to be the funniest thing ever

@/turnerflower: ok but alex interacting with the marvel cast was not something that i needed so badly

@/lovelyyn85: they're so unapologetically unhinged and unserious i love them so much

@/arctic-lovers: marvel and arctic monkeys fans unite!

@/scarletswidow: we need a part two with alex!!!!

[makeitmakesomesense]

The Next Copernicus

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This is a lovely prompt from a lovely anon. It also uses a prompt from @taylorswiftmicrofic for the 16th of January, which is 'golden'.

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Sometimes Scarlett gave you a look. 

It was a careful kind of look. A cautious smile and a long stare. 

It was gratitude. 

Usually, you’d reach for her hand. You’d give it a small squeeze and let her smile widen with the easy pleasure of being together. 

You didn’t say anything because she didn’t need to be grateful. You had no right to expect a beautiful life to be simple. For one thing, it wouldn’t be half as interesting.

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The introduction to Scarlett’s daughter was always going to be a slow one. You supported it readily. It was easy to tell that they were each other’s world.

When Scarlett talked about her daughter, you could tell you were listening to her biggest fan. It was the kind of endless love that can’t hide itself. A dry comment about her never-ending princess phase, sounded too tender to be sarcasm.

Scarlett asked you about the future after only a few dates. You could tell she was nervous about bringing it up. She told you that she knew it was stupid to be asking. She told you she didn’t really expect any answers. 

You’d been expecting the conversation. With her career, an international co-parenting arrangement and a young daughter. Scarlett was like the sun in a complicated solar system. There was no question of expecting all the sunlight for yourself.

You told her that. In a stumbling explanation that sounded silly to your own ears.

Scarlett’s smile softened. She gave you a careful kind of look.

‘I’m not really the sun.’ She said after a moment. ‘Sometimes none of it is easy. I’m not easy. Sometimes I’m horrible. I’m mean and tired and stressed because everything is going wrong and it feels like my fault.’ 

You remembered the last date you’d had with her. It had been the evening after Scarlett’s daughter had left to stay with her father. Scarlett had barely mentioned that fact in passing when she’d invited you to her house.

Something had felt off from the start. A quiet exhaustion from her that you couldn’t place. Scarlett kept closer to you than usual but you could tell her mind was farther away. She started telling you she was worried about a new project she’d signed up for, and then she trailed off halfway forgetting her train of thought.  

She’d offered to cook on the phone, but when it got late she just shrugged and suggested take out instead. She drank more wine than usual, in that melancholy way that means it’s not about the wine. You could tell she didn’t like her home so empty. When you suggested staying over, she’d looked relieved. 

Scarlett’s life was complicated in ways that you knew you didn’t understand.

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‘I’m not the sun.’ Scarlett repeated carefully, her tired stare willing you to heed the warning.

‘Okay.’ You’d shrugged, with a smile full of playful disagreement. You reached out casually until your hand brushed her arm.

You pretended to hiss out as you yanked your hand back. You pretended to cradle it to your chest.

‘Wow you’re like a million degrees.’ You muttered. You glanced back up to Scarlett and her smile full of exasperated fondness. 

You pretended to squint, shading your eyes. ‘Sorry, you’re just so blindingly bright.’

Scarlett smacked your arm playfully and then she kissed you with an urgency that told you everything she didn’t say.

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You first met Scarlett’s daughter through a series of carefully constructed casual meetings. You came to hang out with her and Scarlett for a few hours one Saturday. You’d arrived more prepared than you’d ever been for a job interview.

Your Disney Princess knowledge was immediately to the test and you rattled off information confidently about Elsa and Anna and the overall state of Arendelle. 

After you made a comment about something being ‘so Olaf’, Scarlett turned to you with an exaggerated look of surprise.

‘I studied.’ You whispered with a wink as you grabbed her empty coffee mug and left to go refill it. Scarlett’s lips pressed together as she tried not to give you her widest smile. 

You smirked knowingly as you left.

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It took six months to get to an easy rhythm. 

The first time it happened, Scarlett called you with barely hidden delight in her voice. She told you that her daughter had asked if you were free that Saturday. And if you’d ever been to see the ducks at the local park.

The stamp of approval from Scarlett’s daughter was slow to achieve and then unwaveringly absolute. She held your hand for an hour, pointing out the best parts of a park that was very ordinary. She explained which ducks were nicer than the others.

That night, after her daughter had gone to bed, Scarlett stood with you in the kitchen. You were going to leave any minute but the triumph of the day had kept you a little longer. A glass of white wine in one hand. Scarlett undid her hairstyle, letting the loose hair frame her face. Her eyes glittered when she looked at you. Unthinkingly perfect. 

Scarlett moved closer to you, she let her head rest on your shoulder. You swayed together to imaginary music. You kissed her hair and let the golden waves fill your mind. She was daylight in the morning, even at night. 

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Going public was a phrase that you started to hear more and more. You must have missed the first time Scarlett had tentatively dropped it into a conversation. You’d clearly missed a few more cues. 

That’s what you learned when Scarlett returned to the bedroom to wake you up, still in her gym clothes from an early morning workout.

There was something confrontational about her stance at the end of the bed. The sharpness in the way she busied herself, changing into her clothes for the rest of the day.

‘You practically live here already.’ She told you in a slightly tense tone. 

‘I do.’ You agreed unsurely, trying not to look as sleepy as you felt. 

‘I know it’s horrible when a relationship goes public.’ Scarlett continued with a brittle kind of force. ‘No-one knows that better than me. It’s always horrible. It’s never easy. Last time -.’ She hesitated as she caught herself falling into a story about her ex. 

‘He hated it.’ You surmised carefully, offering her a cautious smile. 

‘Yes.’ Scarlett’s gaze turned worried now. She threw her t-shirt into the laundry basket. She paused for a moment, pretending to look out at the view of the backyard. After a moment, she asked quietly.

‘So, what about you? Would you hate it too?’

‘Being with you?’ You teased, leaning forward to touch her bare back reassuringly. You felt her relax at your touch. ‘Being with you anywhere, any time, any place. That’s the dream.’ 

Scarlett pressed her back against you and you heard her sigh. She reached for your hand and gave it a wordless squeeze. 

You yawned suddenly, your body reluctantly accepting that you were definitely awake. 

‘I don’t know how you can sleep so long.’ Scarlett teased suddenly as she turned and reached around your body for a fresh t-shirt. 

You rolled your eyes and pretended to look outraged. ‘Hey! Do you know how hard it is to try and fall asleep next to the sun?’

You felt the playful whip of the t-shirt against your shoulder and the stupid smile spreading across your face. 

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Nothing was going to plan. 

The live Frozen show was everything Scarlett’s daughter had dreamed about. 

The traffic meant you were probably going to miss the first ten minutes. 

You were all officially blaming the traffic and not Scarlett’s urgent work call that had delayed leaving in the first place.

You sat in the back of the taxi, talking to her daughter and pretending Scarlett didn’t look stressed out of her mind. You watched her in the corner of your eye, refreshing her email impatiently for whatever they’d promised to send on the call. 

You were engaged in a lengthy discussion of ranking all the best Disney princesses. You were asking every follow up question you could think of, just to make the conversation stretch out. 

Scarlett shot you a look of quiet stress and you tried to give her a small smile. Her expression shifted into one of disappointment. At herself, at her unrelenting work life. The complicated balance you would never understand. 

‘Which princess is your Mom?’ You asked loudly, giving Scarlett a pointed grin as you sat back and let her daughter present one of her favourite discussion topics. 

When the taxi finally pulled up outside the theatre, there was a brief moment when everything felt lighter than air. Your arm was around Scarlett’s waist, her hand was on her daughter’s shoulder.

As you left the taxi, you realised you were just down the street, as close as the taxi could get to the front of the theater. 

You heard the first click and felt Scarlett tense instantly beside you.

It was something like facing a swarm of animals. 

You met an onslaught of paparazzi like you had never experienced before. You moved forward instinctively, leaving Scarlett’s daughter sandwiched safely in the space between yourself and her mother. You pushed forward, trying to clear a path through the sea of shouting people. 

Despite the bedlam, you heard one of the worst noises you’d ever heard. 

Scarlett’s daughter let out a quiet, worried cry. You felt yourself react before your mind had engaged. 

You spun around, lifting her up easily. You didn’t have time to understand what had scared her.

‘Hey. Watch it.’ You snapped at the crowd. ‘You could hurt my kid.’

You felt the burrowing of a small face against your neck and knew your only option was to get to the theater as fast as possible. 

You didn’t pause until you were inside the silent theater lobby. A member of staff gave you a wide eyed look. 

Scarlett came in behind you a moment later. 

‘Sorry.’ You murmured, as you walked over to give her a careful hug. ‘I thought hurrying was our best option.’ You gave a meaningful glance at her daughter. 

Scarlett wrapped her arms around the pair of you. She kissed her daughter’s head. She gave you a look full of warmth. It told you everything you needed to know. You smiled back and reached down to let her daughter stand back on the ground. 

You took one of her daughter’s hands and Scarlett took the other.

‘Please can we hurry up.’ You pretended to whine suddenly. ‘I really don’t want to miss my favourite songs.’

Scarlett gave you your favourite fond smile as you all walked together to join the audience. 

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In the brief respite between two songs enthusiastically chanted by the very loud audience, you leaned over to Scarlett.

‘Two suns.’ You told her with a smile. Scarlett’s head tilted in confusion as she leaned closer. 

‘I’m the next Copernicus.’ You told her stupidly. ‘I’m the first person to realise.’ 

Scarlett looked at her daughter, standing out of her seat and ready to sing loudly again. 

‘Two suns.’ She murmured. 

You nodded with fake solemnity. 

‘No wonder we always need the air conditioning on.’

Scarlett gave you a look. It was a careful kind of look. A cautious smile and a long stare. 

You reached for her hand and gave it a small squeeze. You let her smile widen with the easy pleasure of being together. 

You couldn’t ask for anything else.

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Pissed off X Bucky Barnes

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The chair creaked beneath me, the ropes around my wrists digging in tight. Blood had dried on my cheek, crusted along a split lip. My head pounded, and there was a metallic taste in my mouth that wasn't just blood it was rage.

They'd caught me off guard. Sloppy. I'd been walking back from the damn bakery a baguette in one hand and my phone in the other, texting Y/N about whether she wanted red or white with dinner. I never saw them coming.

Now I was in some rusted-out warehouse that stank of oil and mould. My captor a man with slicked-back hair and a scar running across his jaw like a lightning bolt paced in front of me with a swagger that grated on every last nerve.

"James Barnes," he drawled, tapping the butt of his pistol against his palm. "The Winter Soldier himself. Never thought you'd be this easy."

I let out a dry chuckle, ignoring the way my ribs ached. "You're not the first to think that. Most of them are dead now."

He grinned like he thought I was bluffing. Poor bastard.

"Here's how this is going to go," he said. "You're going to tell me the access codes to the Stark safehouse files. Or I start removing fingers."

I leaned back as best I could, giving him a slow once-over. "Yeah, see... that's where you cocked up."

His smirk faltered.

"You think I'm the dangerous one," I said calmly, eyes locked on his. "But you just pissed off my wife."

He snorted. "And what? She's going to call the police?"

"Worse," I said, letting a ghost of a smirk curl my lip. "She's a sniper."

The guy chuckled. "You're bluffing."

I shrugged as much as the ropes allowed. "Not many people cross Y/N and live to tell the tale. But go on, keep waving that gun. Maybe she'll make it quick."

He laughed again, louder this time, turning away from me.

And that's when the bullet ripped through the window.

The glass shattered with a high-pitched whine, and the man dropped like a puppet with cut strings, blood blooming across his chest. I didn't flinch. I just exhaled.

The silence that followed was deafening. My eyes flicked to the broken window, a neat, clean hole left in its wake.

A minute later, boots crunched over broken glass.

And there she was.

Y/N stepped through the warehouse entrance like a damn movie star rifle slung across her back, holstered sidearm at her hip, hair pulled back in that no-nonsense way that made my heart stutter even now. Eyes sharp. Confident. Lethal.

"Took you long enough," I said, grinning through the pain.

She gave me a once-over, lips quirking. "You look like shit."

"Still prettier than the guy you just shot."

"Debatable." She crouched beside me, pulling a knife from her boot and slicing through the ropes in one smooth motion. "You good to walk or do I need to carry your dramatic arse?"

"I'll manage," I muttered, rubbing my wrists. "Though, if you're offering a piggyback..."

She rolled her eyes but helped me to my feet anyway, one arm steady around my waist.

"You let them catch you with a baguette in your hand?" she asked, raising a brow.

"I was trying to surprise you with dinner."

"Next time surprise me by not getting kidnapped."

Despite everything, I laughed.

We moved quickly through the warehouse, her eyes scanning for more threats. I'd seen her in action before, but something about knowing she came for me stirred something deep in my chest.

Once we were outside and the cool night air hit my face, I paused. "You really shot him through a window?"

She smirked. "Two hundred metres. Crosswind."

"Marry me."

"We already did, genius."

I grinned, limping toward the SUV she'd clearly boosted. "Still. Would again."

She opened the door for me. "Next time someone nabs you, can you try not to flirt with the kidnapper?"

"Jealous?"

"No," she said, pulling the door shut once I was inside. "Just bored of cleaning blood off my boots."

As she climbed into the driver seat, I watched her profile in the glow of the dashboard lights. Strong. Unshakable. Mine.

I reached over and took her hand. "Thanks for coming for me."

She squeezed it. "Always, Buck. Always."

And as we drove off into the night, leaving the mess behind, I knew one thing for certain:

No one in their right mind would ever dare come between me and Y/N Barnes.

Not if they wanted to live.

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Horror Movie Queen

Requested: yes

Summary: a teen reader whos done a bunch of horror movies is filming a scene where she has to scream, freaks everyone out in the cast. Italics is the filmed scene.

Tags: really just fluff except one mention of torture and hitting

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A/N: Its short but its something new. i think im getting back to writing again so thats exciting!!

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Y/n sat staring at the star studded cast in front of her at the reading table. Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downey Jr., Tom Holland, Elizabeth Olsen. It was wild all the people she had spent her whole life looking up to, and here she was, about to film a whole Marvel movie with them.

This was new territory for her too. A whole new genre of movie, different from the horror movies she was known for. The rest of the cast didn’t watch her movies so they didn’t know how she worked.

“Y/n? You okay?” Chris Evans asked waving his hand around in front of her face. “You zoned out there.” He added softly to the teen who flushed slightly and nodded looking down at her hands. “Have you done enough reading now? Are you ready to get into costume and makeup?”

Y/n paused for a moment picking at her fingers before she looked up and nodded. “Yeah. Ill go get ready. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” She took a quick glance around at everyone who shot her small nods before she disappeared. When she finally came to set, fully ready for her scene, her manager waved her over.

“Okay… lets get this over with guys.” She said, her manager chuckling at the bored look on the teenagers face that was currently covered in bruises and blood, her clothes hanging off of the girls frail body, a gash across her face where a scar usually sat on her characters face.

She was filming her background scene, how her character, Maddison, got where she was, fighting with the Avengers. The torture and pain the character had gone through obvious with the way she was dressed. “Alright you, are you ready to scream?” Thomas asked the girl with a grimace, knowing what he had to pretend to do to the girl. She nodded and stepped on to the set, a cold damp cell that had red splatter all over one wall, showing what she was supposed to have gone through. Thomas stepped forward, the director getting ready for filming, unknown to the teen, the rest of her cast mates stepped in to the studio, hiding in the shadows.

Scarlett elbowed a nervous looking Lizzie who motioned to the makeup on the girls face, the blonde shook her head slightly motioning to be quiet with a finger to her lips. Evans eyes widened as he studied the gash on the girls face. They all knew it was makeup, but as they had grown protective of the young girl, it scared them all. The all focused in on the girl when the director called action.

--Filming scene--

Maddison, a 13 year old girl who had been kidnapped by Baron Strucker at the age of 5, sat huddled against the bloody wall, her whole body shaking as she slowly lifted her head, a giant gash across her face, towards the man standing in front of her. The man merely raised his hand that held a ragged, rusty dagger and slashed down at the girl, her face getting slashed.

The girl let out a blood curdling scream, a scream so loud it even made Strucker take a step back out of shock. The man then turned on his heel and slammed the cell door closed whispering to the girl. “No one will ever want someone as disgusting as you.”

--Scene over--

The director called cut and y/n stood up and with a lack of emotion on her face and grabbed her water bottle. She had barely gotten a sip of it when she was collided with, a pair of arms wrapping around her, gripping her tightly. The teen squeaked as she tried to move the blonde hair to see the horrified look of all her adult castmates standing around her. She patted the back of what she assumed to be Scarlett with a look of confusion running across her face.

“What was that?” Mark asked as he nervously twisted his hands. “How did you bring that up? That was so real…”

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked as Scarlett finally pulled back. “I’m confused?”

“It was very convincing sounding darling.” The actress said, one hand not leaving the teens arm. “Are you okay?”

“Oh. I’m fine?” She responded. “I did- have you guys never seen any of my movies?”

RDJ looked at the girl sheepishly. “Your movies are intense kid… theyre a little scary for most of us.” The teen barked out a laugh shaking her head.

“My whole career I’ve only done horror movies, that scream just is what it is at this point. Nothing behind it, just 5 years of perfecting it.” She said with a small shrug and a small smirk on her face.

“Jesus kid, you gave us a heart attack as a whole.” Hemsworth chuckled as he ruffled the girls hair making the teen roll her eyes with a small smile as she was called back to the set.

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Valley-girl Charm - Bucky Barnes

Summary: In which reader from the 1940s knows just how to play the damsel in distress to get exactly what she wants in the modern age after coming out of the ice. Or should I say: 3 times Bucky did things for you, and the 1 time you did something for him. SMUT!!!

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Natasha knew body language better than anyone. Tony knew how to play the knight in shining armour better than any hero in the old tales they told.

So of course, they were the first ones to pick up on the little game you were playing. It had started the second you were back from under the ice, charming anyone you spoke to with your 1940's valley girl accent, using words you'd only hear in old television. Men fell at your feet the second words came out of your mouth, offering you anything you'd dream of, and it didn't have anything to do with the super-soldier serum in your system either. You politely declined every time, but eventually understood the kind of power you held.

The second charming method they noticed you had came from your gorgeous smile. The moment you looked up at someone through your long lashes and beamed widely, looking so innocent and kind, people were willing to give you the clothes off their back if you asked. Of course, you never accepted anything from complete strangers. The two Avengers had come to their conclusion that you were still accustoming yourself to the norms of the new world, unaware of your ability to bewitch people with your natural appeal, however it was not long before they were proven wrong.

They didn't know if it was the fact that you were so familiar to Bucky and Steve, a comfort amongst all things new that made them more vulnerable to do anything for you, or if it was just your flirt, but they were immediately intrigued after seeing your interactions with the soldiers. They'd seen the way you spoke to the two soldiers just after coming out of the ice and hadn't noticed anything unusual apart from the fact you'd essentially come out of a time machine. As the weeks, months passed, they knew your intentions.

It had started by witnessing a simple conversation between you and the two soldiers. "Well I'm all nerves about going to speak to Agent Fury about that last mission. He's going to get all bent and blow a fuse." The two soldiers stood either side of you turned to face you in such synchrony it had almost been comical. Bucky was the first to speak, "Don't worry doll, I can go speak to him if you'd like. You shouldn't be the one he chews out." "Anyway," Cuts in Steve "We were the ones who screwed up honey, not you." From across the kitchen, Natasha rolled her shoulders back, nudging Tony with her elbow lightly as she stirred sugar into her coffee. Their eyes widened slightly at the wide smile sprawling itself on your face, peeking back and forth between the two men.

"Really? You boys don't have to do that just for me." Steve straightened his posture impossibly at your comment, but it was Bucky who beat him to the comment. "Honey, I'd do anything for a broad like you." You cocked your head to the side, a hand coming up to rest on his muscled bicep. "Why, thank you Sergeant. You dreamboats are too kind". Natasha's eyes trailed over to Tony when the three of you finally left, the two boys accompanying you seemingly wherever you wanted to go. "See, I didn't understand half of that conversation, but they are wrapped around her finger." Tony hummed "She's smarter than we thought."

The second time they witnessed it, they were convinced that you did it on purpose, their image of you quickly turning from innocent and naive to a femme fatale, manipulating men into thinking they're doing things for you because they want to. You'd all been hitting the bars, only missing Thor from the team. You had been occupying a large round booth, wedged between Bucky and Natasha, giggling with her about the man she found attractive sat at the bar, whilst the four men at the table shared stories. Natasha's eyes were quickly drawn to your hand as you placed it on Bucky's thigh, the man putting his own hand over yours almost instantly as he glanced down at you. You returned his look, grinning widely before turning back to your conversation with the tall red-head.

Natasha carried on with the conversation, pretending not to notice the intimate moment you'd shared with the soldier, but her jaw went slack nonetheless when Bucky leaned closer to you not two minutes later, whispering "You're drinking a margarita, right?" And rising from his seat when you nodded at him, humming in agreement. Bucky joined the group once more with two drinks in hand: one for him and one for you, smiling proudly when you cocked your head to the side, insisting he didn't have to. He only wrapped one muscled arm around your shoulders as a response, pulling you closer to him despite the humidity of the bar.

When you leant your head on Bucky's shoulder, stealing a glimpse up at him though, Natasha was no longer assured that those tricks up your sleeve were to get what you wanted. Perhaps you used them to get who you wanted. She sipped her drink instead of making a comment, afraid to scare you away with any questions when you'd only just begun getting close to her. Maybe in a couple of weeks during a girls' trip to the bathroom she'd bring up your relationship with him.

That girls' trip didn't end up being in a bathroom, but in a changing room, because next time something so significant had happened, the entire team was training together for the first time in a while, and Steve had declared that you were all doing a round robin. If you were still in the military, sure - you'd have moaned about it, throwing your head back in disappointment and hoping your supervisor hadn't seen you complain. But now, with the super-serum in your bloodstream? Well, you supposed you could be in a worst position, like Tony's, who didn't have any super-powers or spy training. With so many of you on the team, it'd take numerous matches for everyone to have their turn against each of their teammates, so after a quick warm-up, everyone had settled down on the mats of the martial arts training area to watch.

Soon later, everyone who was sat on the mats was trying to catch their breath as two team-mates sparred on the mats. Tony stood after Thor and Steve's match, adding another tally next to Thor's name on the big planning whiteboard before turning around with a wide smirk on his face. "Last match of the day." Bucky hopped up from next to you, sticking a hand out for you to take. Hesitantly, you took it, only for him to pull you up to your feet. "Us?" You asked, only for him to nod. "Well, I'm gonna let you have it, Barnes." You teased, tightening your ponytail. "Oh come on, might as well reach for the sky now, y/n."

"Steve, what the hell are they saying?" Called out Clint, leaning over to see the blonde man from across Natasha. "She's gonna hit him hard, and he says she should just give up now." Replied the man, taking another sip from his water. Tony picked up the whistle next to him, blowing into it, before scrambling back to watch with the others. The second the time started, Bucky faltered - how the hell was he supposed to hit you? But there was already a fist flying to his face which he barely dodged, instead swatting your wrist away from him.

You stared at him intensely from behind your fists, shielding your face, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Come on Barnes!" Steve yelled from the sidelines. Bucky's face mirrored yours, his eyes laced with confusion, but he threw a fist anyhow, going for a body shot instead of your face. Nevertheless, you moved to the right, dodging his fist, and grabbing his arm as leverage to help you jump up. You threw your right leg over his shoulder, and behind his neck, swinging your other leg over his second shoulder, and crossing it over your right leg to trap his arm between your legs and over your torso. You tensed your quads as much as you could, hoping the triangle choke would work on him, but instead he used his metal arm to push your thigh over his head as much as he could. It was working, slowly but surely.

"Fuck" you muttered when he slipped his head in the gap between his shoulder and your thigh. You were now essentially hanging onto his arm, both legs over one shoulder. Before he could react, you flexed your core muscles, and sat up onto his shoulder. You released his arm, jumping off his shoulder so you landed behind him, and softly push-kicked him the back so he stumbled forward. As he did though, one hand reached behind him and grabbed your ankle, so you were dragged along with him. You slipped onto your back as he fell forward but Bucky was quicker, getting up instantly to straddle your hips. He leaned forward, above you, trying to get his arms around your neck to get you in a chokehold, but the second you giggled, he shot back up again.

"Sorry, that tickled." You insisted, hand coming to your neck to play the part better, a broad smile gracing your lips. Just as Bucky opened his mouth to say something, you reached out to grab both his hands, bucking your hips up and turning to the side to flip him over. You were on top of him in the blink of an eye, mimicking his movements as your arms snaked around his neck. You successfully put him in the same chokehold he had tried to put you in, but when you twisted your wrists, the blood supply to his face immediately cut off and you felt his hand tapping you twice on the shoulder. "You cheat." Was the first thing he said after his gasp for air, but you only shrugged, rolling off his chest. "I was only using sources available to me."

You giggled as you ran off to catch up to Natasha, already waiting for you by the doors to the changing room. "So..." She started, quite obviously. "So... What?" You echoed, looking up at her curiously, shimmying out of your shorts. You turn around so your back faces her as you struggle out of your sports bra, wrapping your towel around your sweaty body before spinning back around. "You and Bucky. This flirting has been going on for weeks. Do you like him, are you dating?" You laughed, cocking your head to the side. "You don't know?" She shook her head quickly, sitting down on a bench. On the other hand, you just opened one of the doors to the clean showers, calling out to her.

"Well, before the ice, me and Buck knew each other from the military, we got along well. The only problem was, he was my superior. I couldn't possibly make a pass at him and be known as the soldier who had the nerve to try and lay paws on her superior. But there was always something there..." At the lack of response, you stuck your head back out of the shower, to make sure Natasha was still there. "Natasha?" The spy looked at you with her mouth wide open in shock. "What!? And you never told me?" You shrugged, turning the water on. "Well I thought y'all knew."

Her silence told you enough about how much she really knew. As she muttered to herself on the other side of the door, you submerged yourself in the water, massaging shampoo into your hair, hearing flashes of "before the ice" and "he was your superior?" so you assumed she was still talking to you, even though you ignored most of what she said. You barely heard her goodbye and the sound of the changing room door opening and closing one more time, before the sound of water running was all you could hear.

"Y/n? Natasha let me in, she said you were done." You perked up at the sound of Bucky's voice, exclaiming "Here!" He approached the sound of your voice, stopping when he realised Natasha had deceived him. He stood in front of the dark wooden door, watching the steam dance in the space above your door. "Is it anything urgent?" The towel hanging from the door disappeared into the other side, and Bucky realised shaking his head wasn't enough of an answer because the door swung open to reveal you, soaking wet and completely naked with the exception of the small towel that barely covered your private parts. "Oh! Hey you!" You exclaimed, taken aback at his proximity, yet smiling all the while.

Bucky stood frozen in place, mouth ajar as he search for his words. "I'm sorry, I- I, you look beautiful." You giggled at his words, approaching his shirtless, freshly showered figure. His long hair was wet and skin was glistening, and he only wore a pair of jogger shorts to conceal himself. You have to admit, they weren't doing a great job and covering the growing tent in them. Your eyes trailed back up his body to meet his, smiling at him again. "Anything I can help you with, Sergeant?" Bucky's hands hesitantly rose to meet your hips. "I-No it's fine." Your hand met his and you dragged him with you three steps backwards, back into the shower you had just exited. You reached your arm behind him, locking the door once more.

"You're sure?" Bucky shook his head, pulling your hips flush against his as he slammed his lips against yours in a needy kiss. You gasped as your towel started to unravel, but you didn't try to stop it, wrapping your arms around Bucky's shoulders instead. When he separated from you, opening his eyes, they immediately widened, and his bit his lip, poorly trying to suppress a moan. You pushed Bucky back gently, urging him to sit on the small wooden bench. He sat down, legs spreading to make space for you between them, but when you started lowering yourself onto your knees, he shook his head frantically, begging "No, no, none of that, doll. I just want you sweetheart."

The cold metal of his arm flush against your skin chilled you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his laps. He grunted, frantically pulling down his cotton shorts. You aided him at doing so, gasping when his cock sprung out, the absence of any underwear surprising you. You immediately took his dick in your hands, watching as Bucky's face scrunched up in pleasure. You guided him inside you, sitting down flat on his dick, but you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped you as you did. You whined, beginning to drag yourself up and down his dick, gradually speeding up your movements. Bucky's hips met your frantically, until his pace was so quick you couldn't keep up. "Buck!" At your plead, he wrapped an arm around you, using his metal one to support both your weights on the wall, and he stood up, walking forward until your back was pressed against the cold shower wall.

You gasped at its feeling against your skin, jerking forward once more when Bucky's metal hand came up to play with your nipples as his speed increased once more. Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, cussing loudly before biting his bottom lip in fear of being heard. His hand left your breasts, instead blinding searching for the shower handle. When he found it, he immediately pushed it upwards, the instant noise of water shooting out moderately covering the sounds of pleasure you made. Your wrapped your arms around his tighter, grinding your pussy onto his pelvis as he thrusted into you, your clit rubbing on the short hairs near the base of his dick.

You busied yourself pressing kisses on Bucky's neck, the water squelching between your bodies as you passionately moved against each other. "Fuck y/n" Bucky moaned, chasing your lips, panting against them once he met them in a deep kiss. Your hands cupped his face as you kissed, deepening it impossibly, and his metal hand went straight to your clit, rubbing circles on it as fast as he could. Your leg twitched and you didn't have time to warn him before you were cumming all over him. "Shit!" Bucky grunted, pulling out of you as he balanced you on the wall, his hand coming to jerk himself off quicker. You put your hand over his, legs still wrapped around his torso, teasing his sensitive tip as you stroked him up and down. With a deep shudder, white stripes of cum shot out of him, painting your belly white, only to be washed away with the shower's stream.

Bucky put you down gently, making sure you wouldn't slip before cupping your face with his large hands and bringing you in for a much slower, more passionate kiss. You pulled away from him, keeping him close as you peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, trying to pull away from you and saying,

"We should have done this about 80 years ago doll, don't you think?

[marvelsgirl616]

𝔀𝔀 & 𝓵𝓱

[saraakpotter]

Imagine: Tom Hiddleston talking about your obsession with Loki

Imagine: Tom Hiddleston (your boyfriend) talking about your obsession with Loki in an interview.

You and Tom were at an interview talking about the new y\m\m\n (your marvel movie name) it was the second one which Loki was also in.

“so moving on, y\n, I heard you like Loki a lot…..” The interviewer started just to be cut of by Tom

“a lot?” Tom shouted jokingly “she is obsessed with Loki she even has a green hoodie with Loki symbols on it!” y\n giggled and so did the interviewer.

“no way!” the interviewer joked

“that’s nothing, y\n just show them your phone.” Tom said with his famous smile

y\n burst out laughing hitting his arms playfully “oh come on Tom! Plus I’m that obsessed with Loki!”

“you are not? show them your phone then” Tom said trying to hold back a laughter but failing. y\n showed them her lock screen rolling her eyes playfully and the crowed cheered as they saw a cute picture of Loki as her background picture.

y\n couldn’t help but laugh even harder at Toms half jealous face.

“oh come on Tom, you are literally him!” y\n said teasing him

“no, he’s literally me!” Tom said half-jokingly with his Loki smile.

“oh my god! Is the famous Tom Hiddleston jealous?” y\n faked a dramatic gasp

The interviewer was just laughing and trying to catch his breath

“I’m not jea….” Tom started just to be cut of by y\n

“…of himself?” y\n smirked

Without another word Tom looked at y\n’s seat beside him and then pulled her into a short but loving kiss making the crowed cheer loudly once again.

y\n, now blushing, managed to say: “well…umm…the internet is going to definitely explode tonight!”

“what can I say? You may be Loki’s girlfriend in the movie, but your mine in this universe” Tom smirked “plus the paparazzi was going to catch us doing it sooner or later!”

[itsallyscorner]

The Sour Tour | Marvel Cast

pairing: marvel cast x teen!reader

warnings: none

summary: the youngest marvel cast member goes on tour💜

a/n: this fic does not correlate with any other fics I’ve made that include the Sour album

face claim: Olivia Rodrigo

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(y/n)(l/n) The Sour Tour has finally begun! Thank you (home state) for kicking it off to an incredible start! Can’t wait to see you all so soon🥹💜

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brielarson my sweet angel baby

brielarson love you so much can’t wait to see you!!!!!!!!💖💖

(y/n)fan1 HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO

(y/n)fan2 THE SET LIST??? CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SET LIST

(y/n)fan3 HAPPIER THEN TRAITOR BACK TO BACK???

(y/n)fan4 ITS LIKE SHE WANTS TO SEE US CRYYY

(y/n)(l/n) bc I do🧍‍♀️

(y/n)fan5 WHAT THE FUCK

tomholland2013 FINNA BE IN PIT

(y/n)fan6 HE FINNA BE IN PITTTTT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

zendaya @/tomholland2013 bro shut up

robertdowneyjr Wishing you the best of luck, see you soon bee🐝❤️

paulbettany You’re going to do great!!😃

lifeisaloha Love you fam🫶🏼

(y/n)(l/n) All the love Jacobbbb🫶

(y/n)updates I’m ready.

(y/n)fan7 you’re the harryflorals of (y/n) stans

(y/n)fan8 where’s (y/n)scloset????

(y/n)scloset I’m hereeeee🙋‍♀️

markruffalo Wishing you a FANTASTIC and safe tour❤️

(y/n)(l/n) thank you Mark!!❤️

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(y/n)(l/n) North America tour dump✨🦋💜🎸🔮💿🎀

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chrisevans can you just pls sign my poster?

chrisevans please (y/n) I’ve been waiting outside for 30 minutes and teenagers scare the shit out of me

anthonymackie get in line

imsebastianstan I was here first

mcufan1 ya’ll are actual children

evansfan1 @/chrisevans don’t act like we didn’t just see you and Scott going off during Good 4 u👀

elizabetholsen So so so proud!!🤩❤️

mcufan2 Lizzie these are very millennial emojis

(y/n)fan9 MOTHER

(y/n)fan10 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

scarlettjohansson You are the most incredible person I know, what an honor it was to see you live❤️

mcufan3 I SAW YOU AT THE NEW YORK SHOW!!!!!

letitiawright TO EUROPE SHE GOES!!! Can’t wait to see you💜

chrishemsworth can you please do a shoey when you come to Australia?

(y/n)(l/n) no❤️

(y/n)fan11 outta them Doc Martins?💀

(y/n)(l/n) @(y/n)fan11 I swear my feet don’t smell bad

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imsebastianstan ALL THE FLOWERS FOR YOU💐

tagged (y/n)(l/n)

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elizabetholsen MY BABY❤️

(y/n)fan12 mother sighting

(y/n)fan13 the marvel cast is so cute

mcufan4 They really are her second family🥹

anthonymackie Wtf you went without me?

paulrudd I had a great time Sebastian🫶

paulrudd @(y/n)(l/n) you were phenomenal

anthonymackie YOU WENT WITH PAUL???

mcufan5 LMAOOOOO

mcufan6 NOT SEBASTIAN BEING UNRESPONSIVE

(y/n)(l/n) love you Paul <3

(y/n)(l/n) THANK YOU FOR COMING💜💜💜

vancityreynolds YOU BETRAYED ME.

(y/n)fan14 is his singing a lyric or is he also yelling at Seb?

mcufan7 Ryan what—

mcufan8 Seb what’s your favorite song off the sour album??

imsebastianstan Traitor and Favorite Crime

(y/n)fan15 Bucky coded.

mcufan9 i bet these are on his Bucky playlist

Chris Evans via Instagram Story:

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robertdowneyjr You little legend you💜 What an incredible show @(y/n)(l/n) put on tonight at LA! Your talent, charisma, and presence made this such a memorable experience. This show was anything but Sour, the room was full of love and it’s all what (Y/n) deserves. Proud of you always, your Pops❤️

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mcufan10 “Proud of you always, your pops”🥹

(y/n)(l/n) It meant so much for you and your family to come out tonight, thank you so much I love you all❤️

(y/n)fan16 I’m crying this is so sweet😭

therussobrothers Can’t wait to document such a legend

mcufan11 excUSE ME?

mcufan12 WHAT—

(y/n)fan17 A TOUR DOCUMENTARY???

(y/n)(l/n) coming soon on Disney+😉

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(y/n)(l/n) Quick pit stop⛽️

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zendaya face card never declines

(y/n)scloset bestie where is the sweater in the fourth slide from?

(y/n)scloset unfortunately could not find it :(

(y/n)(l/n) my nana made it <3

(y/n)fan18 we love nana😌

tomholland2013 2 MORE WEEKS TILL IM IN PIT😎😎😎🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

anthonymackie shut up

zendaya you’re embarrassing me🫣

(y/n)fan19 TOM FINNA BE IN PIT YALL🔥🔥🔥

florencepugh you look better in my sunglasses than I do

(y/n)fan20 besties

(y/n)(l/n) I’ll give them back to you when I’m in London😌

haileesteinfeld my baby girlll😍

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(y/n)(l/n) UK BABY OI OI🇬🇧👑☕️

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(y/n)fan21 OI OIIIIII

(y/n)fan22 she’s such a One Direction fan I love it

florencepugh you mystical, voice of an angel, fairy baby I love youuuu🧚‍♀️❤️

(y/n)fan23 FLO WAS AT NIGHT 1

(y/n)fan24 I CANT BELIEVE I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS FLORENCE AND (Y/N)

flofan1 The fact that Flo was backstage and not at the guest section🥹😭

mcufan11 WHERE IS TOM????

brielarson my cutie pie🥰

mcufan12 (Y/N) (L/N) WORLD DOMINATION

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tomholland2013 told you guys I was finna be in pit😎🔥

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imsebastianstan unbelievable

mcufan13 how was Tom even allowed in pit with all the fans???😭😭

chrisevans wtf bro

paulrudd OH so this is pit

mcufan14 not paul not knowing what pit is😭😭

anthonymackie she only let you into pit to make you shut up😒

mcufan15 Tom riling everyone up is hilarious😭😭

(y/n)fan25 I’m just as salty ac Mackie tbh..

tomholland2013 don’t be so jealous, there’s always next tour🤪

(y/n)fan26 was right next to Tom the entire concert and I swear I love the man, but he kept screaming in my ear💀

zendaya @/tomholland2013 can never take you anywhere man

(y/n)fan27 Tom’s just a fellow girly pop✨

[be-loved-moon]

[6rookie-writer0110]

Place of time

Male Reader x MCU Cast

Request - Can you write short story for black Male Reader being a actor apart of the MCU and his from Australia but some people don't know because he hides his accent and during a talk show on Jimmy Fallon it's revealed that Reader has the record for most swear words in movie history with like over 400

You are cast in the movie Avengers, playing as Charles Chandler aka 3-D Man. But you had to change your accent to American, it was easy for you to do. You get along with the cast, and on time off they invite you to dinner parties or just hang out with them. You are on a talk show with the cast and Jimmy Fallon is the host.

“Y/N, you are actually from Australia? My wife told me but I told her that you are not from Australia” Jimmy said.

“Wait, you are actually from Australia but you have an American accent,” Robert said.

“I can change accents, from American, British, and Japanese. But yes, I’m actually from Australia. The character I play is American and they told me to change my accent” You said.

“Wow. I’m surprised you didn't tell us or change back to your original accent” Chris Evans said.

“How does it feel they didn't know, Y/N?” Jimmy asked.

“I didn't give them hints or say I’m actually from Australia just like Chris,” You said.

“Wow, Y/N I feel betrayed that you didn't me at all. You are not my Aussie brother” Chris Hemsworth dramatically said to you.

You and everyone started to laugh.

“This something else, they don't know. Y/N, you have made it in the book of Guinness Book of Records. You have sworn over four hundred words in all the movies you have been in. And that is passing Samuel L Jackson. How does it feel?” Jimmy asked.

You are in the front row in the middle and everyone pats your shoulders. They are happy for you and they are surprised at the same time. Now, you started to talk in your Australian accent.

“Wow, I didn't know I made it into the book. This is so cool” You smiled.

“We are so happy for you, Y/N. Wow, now you talk in your Aussie accent” Elizabeth smiled.

“I can't believe you have said bad words over two hundred times,” Chris Evans said.

“I didn't keep count, i just repeated what was in front of me” You giggled.

“We would have shown a small clip but all we would hear is the bleep sound,” Jimmy said.

Throughout the interview, you continued to talk in your Australian accent. After the show, you go out to eat with them. You took a selfie with them and you posted it on your Instagram account.

✫ ✯ ✯ ✯

You are still filming, your last scenes for the movie Avengers. You just found out online that you will be in a movie with Ryan Reynolds and Samuel L Jackson.

“What are you watching?” Chris Hemsworth asked.

“Ryan posted a video of me and Samuel. Watch this video, is funny. And I got the role for a new movie” You said.

“Congratulations, mate,” Chris H said.

You and Chris started to laugh at the video.

Ryan posted a video and you shared it on your social media platforms. He wrote a caption; I wonder who would say the most bad words in the movie, Y/N or Samuel?? He also posted a clip of you and Samuel cursing in every scene of every movie. Many people started to comment and a lot liked the video. You couldn't help to keep laughing at what Ryan did, you and Chris kept watching the video.

[fandomnerd9602]

Who would you cast as squirrel Girl I remember something about Anna Kendrick being cast for a live action series years ago

Who’d I Cast to play the infamous Squirrel Girl?

If she’d be willing to…

Anna Kendrick

But if we want to go for college aged or teenage…

Emma Myers!

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Y/n and the Deadpool and Wolverine cast stand around a cake box sitting in the middle of the table. Surrounding them are birthday decorations, all matching a certain theme.

Y/n: It's beautiful.

Hugh: What is?

They quickly turn around, trying to block the box as someone else turns off the lights before Hugh can see anything.

Dafne (whispering): Is everything in place?

Y/n (whispering): I think so.

Suddenly, they turn on the lights and yell...

Everyone: Suprise!!!

Hugh walks forward and looks down at a Wolverine themed cake with the phrase, "Only 34 More Years To Go!" in large writing. He then looks around at all the Wolverine birthday decorations.

[makeitmakesomesense]

Surviving Tuesdays

Scarlett Johansson + Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Day 2: I've merged a lovely request from an anon with the @taylorswiftmicrofic prompt for 2nd of January, which is 'muffled'.

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‘You have to stop worrying about this.’ Your best friend advises. You try not to roll your eyes and instead stare up at the cloudy sky.

You lean back flat along the cement wall that has always been your favorite place to hang out since you joined this school.

‘Didn’t you say she went to that gay wedding last year?’ Your best friend asks, stretching out her back lazily.

You press your fingers into the rough stone beneath you and try to focus on the sting. 

‘It’s not the same.’ You mutter at last. 

You can feel her looking at you. The obvious question on her lips. Why Not?

You don’t answer. You don’t have one. It’s just a feeling. 

You keep picturing your Mom’s eyes when she hears bad news. The fake smile she has when she’s secretly disappointed.

‘I guess it doesn’t matter anyway.’ Your best friend says after a moment. Her voice is resigned now and it makes you sit back up automatically. Your head tilts in a silent question. 

You watch your best friend stretch out again, full of that sleepy energy that comes from surviving Tuesdays.

‘If you aren’t ever going to ask me out, then why does it matter?’

Your mouth falls open in shock. Your hand slips against the cement and you forget how to breathe.

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You pace back and forth behind the closed door to your Mom’s home office. Dinner is in ten minutes. Your Mom has almost certainly finished working for today. 

Almost certainly. 

Your heart has started thudding with anticipation. Your palms are clammy. You’ve not even said anything yet. You’re thinking too far ahead. You just have to say it. 

You knock on the door. 

Your Mom’s voice is soft when she invites you in. She’s obviously tired. Your brain goes fuzzy as you are faced with the moment. 

Her head tilts and she gives you an apologetic smile. 

‘I’ll be late for dinner.’ She apologises. ‘It’s been one of those days.’

You leave the room. 

You take a deep breath as the immediate fear recedes. Still, the worry in your chest doesn’t lessen.

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Your Mom can tell something is wrong. 

She’s been giving you careful looks for the last week. Detailed follow up questions to every answer you give about how your day’s been. 

Today, Tuesday again, she has offered to pick you up from school. You watch her trying to be subtle as you sit on your favorite wall. She is peering out the car window at the group of people you’re sitting with.

Your best friend has her head on your shoulder. The bright sun means her eyes are closed. Her arm is around your waist and you can’t seem to stop smiling. 

Her annoying brother, who’s only a year older, is leaning backwards over the wall beside you. He’s complaining about all the stupid people in his class and the bad grades that he doesn’t think are his fault. He is trying to arch his back completely over the wall, stretching out to see just how far he can reach. 

It occurs to you that your best friend and her family might actually be part cat. 

Her brother snags a dandelion from a patch of dirt to the side of you. He grins victoriously as if this is an achievement to be proud of. He is lifting it in the air like it deserves a celebration.

When your Mom texts and says that she’s here, you’re too flustered about your best friend’s head on your shoulder to even think about the dandelion that you’re holding. 

When you catch her staring at the tiny flower that you’ve carried into her neat car. You only roll your eyes and apologise, opening the car window and throwing it out. 

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Your Mom is acting weird.

She doesn’t ask you any questions on the car drive home. It’s one of the rare times that there is an awkward silence between you. She’s chewing her bottom lip and staring with unnecessary focus at the empty street in front of her.

You feel your stomach rolling with the horrible certainty that she’s figured it out. You fiddle with your backpack’s straps and try not to look too worried. 

You get home and hurry from the car up to your room, before your Mom can change her mind and say something. You dump your backpack on your desk and fall onto your bed. For a moment you fight tears. You see a text on your phone, and it’s from your best friend. You text back and try to distract yourself with the person it’s always been so easy to talk to.

You wander down just before the usual time for dinner. You vaguely have a plan to grab a plate of food and disappear back to your room before anyone can stop you. But you find your Mom sitting at the kitchen island and know you are doomed.

Her smile is nervous but you can tell that she’s trying to seem relaxed. 

The kitchen counter has an order from your favorite takeout. 

You hesitate in the doorway and are certain that you’ve walked into a trap.

‘I thought why don’t we get takeout?’ Your Mom says in a light tone that always sets your teeth on edge. You’ve heard her use it in TV interviews and now it sounds too fake to be true. ‘We deserve a treat.’

You only nod silently and go to make up a plate of food. Your Mom does the same and then she gestures for you to sit beside her. 

For a moment, you eat in silence.

‘I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell me.’ Your Mom says suddenly and your attention snaps to her as the moment unfolds. You try to read her expression worriedly. 

Her eyes are concerned but they don’t seem disappointed. Suddenly you feel a rush of relief.

‘You’re growing up so fast.’ Your Mom continues softly and she cups your cheek like she used to do when you were smaller. She looks at you for a moment, like she can’t believe how quickly time has gone.  

‘And I want you to know that if you want to have boys over. That’s okay. Really. As long as you keep the bedroom door open. Of course, that’s okay.’

You feel like you’re suddenly sinking. You move away from her touch as a nausea rolls through you. You mutter something about not feeling hungry anymore. 

You go upstairs, lock yourself in your bathroom and cry. 

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Your Mom is sitting on your bed when you finally leave the bathroom. Her face is full of worry.

You stiffen at her expression. The dread and nervous anticipation have hardened into something else now. You just want to get it over with.

You speak before she does, wiping the last of your tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

‘I don’t want to invite boys over. I want to invite girls.’ Your eyes are stinging and you screw them shut, covering your face with your hands. ‘Just one girl.’ You correct yourself quietly, voice muffled. 

Your skin is going numb all over and you feel like a monster just standing there. You’re scared to open your eyes. 

You hear your Mom stand up from the bed. Her hand touches your arm hesitantly and, with a deep breath, you dare to look at her. 

Her expression is full of an all-encompassing sadness and for a moment it’s worse than you could have imagined. 

Then she’s hugging you tighter than you can ever remember being held. She kisses your hair and you can hear her whispering an apology that you don’t know what to do with. 

You hug her back. 

After a moment, you both pull back. 

Your Mom brushes the hair from your face tenderly. She looks worried like she might say the wrong thing by mistake. Weirdly, it reassures you. Your Mom is only nervous when she really wants something to go well.

‘So that’s why her head was on your shoulder.’ She says at last with a careful smile. 

You bury your head against her so she won’t see your cheeks flush.

You both sit down together on the edge of your bed. Your Mom’s arm stays wrapped around you. You start to talk about the girl you like and all the things that you haven’t been able to say before. The tight feeling in your chest starts to ease. 

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It’s not a date technically. 

Technically you’re just hanging out together.

Because you’re so casual and absolutely not an overthinker. 

Your best friend obviously knows it’s a big deal. Still, when you invite her over, she only smiles and stretches her arms out before wrapping them around you.

‘Yeah, why not.’ She mumbles into your shoulder.

Your hand rubs up and down her back absentmindedly. You googled yesterday that cat’s can sleep 16 hours a day. You think it explains a lot. 

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You don’t let your Mom pick you and your best friend up on Tuesday, even though she offers. 

More than once.

Instead, you decide to walk back. 

Because this is casual and totally not a big deal and actually, meandering together in the vague direction of your house, pointing at random things is the most casual thing two people can do. 

There is nothing you can do to stop your Mom from opening the front door before you’ve even walked up the driveway. 

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‘Hi!’ Your Mom is smiling wide and you can already hear that bright tone in her voice that sometimes sets your teeth on edge. Except right now, all you can think about is that she seems nervous. Weirdly, it makes you braver.

Your Mom gestures to the inside of your house as she opens the door wider. She’s looking nervously at your best friend.

‘Welcome. Welcome. It’s so wonderful to meet you at last.’ 

‘Hello. You too.’ Your best friend has never sounded so formal and polite.

But you can feel her moving subtly behind you. And suddenly her hand is reaching for yours, squeezing it with an overwhelmed kind of shyness.

Your stomach flips because maybe it isn’t completely casual. 

Maybe this does mean a lot to her. And maybe it does to you too. 

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Your Mom is pointing out all the rooms on the first floor with a weird formality like she’s trying to remember her lines in some theater production. Her loose blonde hair keeps bouncing against her shoulders as her head moves back and forth.

‘I’ve lived here my whole life.’ You remind her pointedly. 

Your Mom pauses as she looks at you and you see her recollect herself. She takes a moment to carefully tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear. 

You realise that she is actually mortifying and so not capable of being casual that this was a terrible idea. 

She looks between you and your best friend, who is finally brave enough to not be staring at the floor or your shoulder. Then your Mom looks down at your joined hands. 

You watch her eyes swim for a second with too much emotion and then she swallows it down. 

‘There’s snacks in the kitchen.’ She rasps out, glancing back up at you both. ‘And you have to keep the bedroom door open at all times.’ 

You hear your best friend huff out a nervous laugh beside you. 

There is no point pretending to be casual. 

Not when you really want this to go well. You’re too like your Mom.

‘Mom.’ You say finally, giving her hand another squeeze.  ‘I want you to meet my girlfriend.’

A few minutes later, you lead your girlfriend up to your bedroom. You make sure to leave the door open. 

Your girlfriend stretches lazily and falls back against your bed. 

‘Tuesdays.’ She says dramatically, as you put your backpack down on your desk.

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You won't X Bucky Barnes

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I’d always known loving Bucky Barnes would come with risks.

Not the usual risks heartbreak, misunderstanding, growing apart.

No. Loving Bucky was like loving a ticking time bomb. It was loving a man with ghosts stitched into his skin and trauma buried deep behind steel blue eyes. It was knowing he didn’t always trust his own hands, didn’t always trust his own mind.

And tomorrow, we were marching straight into the kind of mission that could break him.

Could break us.

I stared at the digital map glowing faintly across my desk, the soft hum of Stark tech barely audible in the silence of my room. My room on the compound.

The plan was clean. Precise. Split up. Retrieve the asset. Extract without being seen.

Easy in theory. In practice?

The Hydra symbols stamped on the mission file told a different story.

They weren’t gone. Not fully. Just hiding. Waiting. And now one of their buried facilities had surfaced, right in the heart of Siberia.

And Bucky was going in alone.

Not entirely alone there were failsafes. Sam on overwatch. Nat tracking from a safe distance. But if Hydra had even a scrap of the old programming…

If they caught him…

I stood abruptly, the anxiety boiling in my stomach as I crossed to the window. The New York skyline blinked back at me, calm and glittering like the world outside wasn’t on the verge of collapse.

I hated missions like this.

The ones where goodbye might actually mean goodbye.

The door creaked behind me. I didn’t turn.

I didn’t have to.

“Didn’t think you’d be asleep,” Bucky said softly.

“Didn’t try.”

I heard the door click shut. A moment later, the warmth of him ghosted at my back all leather and clean soap and something entirely him. His arms slipped around my waist, his cheek resting against the top of my head.

We stood like that for a moment.

Just breathing.

“I couldn’t stay in my room,” he admitted after a while. “Felt like the walls were closing in.”

“You’re scared.”

He didn’t deny it.

“I don’t want to be,” he murmured, “but yeah. I am.”

I turned in his arms. His eyes were tired. Sad.

“I don’t want to forget you,” he whispered.

My chest ached.

“You won’t,” I said firmly.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

He let out a bitter breath and pulled away slightly, running a hand through his hair.

“Y/N…” he said, eyes darting from mine to the floor and back again. “You weren’t there the first time I woke up after they wiped me. You didn’t see what it was like. I couldn’t remember my own name, let alone who I was to anyone else. I was just… empty.”

“You’re not that man anymore.”

“But what if they find a way to make me him again?”

His voice cracked. It scared me more than anything else.

I walked over, reached for his hand his flesh one, warm and calloused.

“You could forget your name, your face, your past but you’d still find me. Somehow.”

His brow furrowed. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because love isn’t something that just vanishes with memory. It’s in your bones. In your instincts. It’s why Steve found you even when you didn’t know him. Why you saved me when I was pinned under rubble in Tunisia without hesitating.”

He swallowed thickly. “That was different”

“No, it wasn’t,” I interrupted, stepping closer. “You didn’t know my name. Didn’t know I was Tony’s daughter. But you still carried me out. You knew.”

He stared at me.

Torn. Fractured.

Hopeful.

I reached up, my fingers brushing his jaw. “You’ll remember me, Bucky. Even if you don’t remember why at first… you’ll know I’m yours.”

His eyes shimmered.

And then, like something inside him gave way, he pulled me close and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

We stayed like that, clutching each other like we could stop time.

Minutes passed. Maybe more.

Eventually, we moved to the bed not to sleep, not exactly. Just to be. Together.

I lay with my head on his chest, his metal arm wrapped around me like a shield.

His heart thudded beneath my ear.

“I never thought I’d have this,” he murmured after a long while.

“Have what?”

“Someone who sees me. Not the weapon. Not the soldier. Me.”

I lifted my head slightly. “I see James Buchanan Barnes. I see a man who’s survived the worst things imaginable and still chooses kindness. Still chooses to love.”

He let out a shaky breath.

“You think I’ll come back to you?”

“I know you will.”

He was quiet for a beat. “What if I try to hurt you?”

“You won’t.”

“But what if I do? What if they get in my head and I don’t know what’s real anymore?”

I looked him dead in the eye.

“Then I’ll remind you. Even if I have to do it every single day until you believe me.”

His eyes welled again. He blinked rapidly, trying to hide it, but I saw.

“You’re too good for me,” he whispered.

“No,” I said, my voice fierce now. “Don’t you dare.”

He blinked at me.

“You are brave and broken and still healing,” I continued. “And I am in love with every single piece of you even the ones you think aren’t worth loving.”

He stared at me like he was seeing the sun for the first time.

“You’re not allowed to forget that,” I added, my voice softening.

“I’ll try.”

“No,” I smiled. “You will.”

He chuckled quietly, the sound low and rough. “Bossy.”

“I am my father’s daughter.”

Bucky groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

I smacked his chest gently. “Tony loves you.”

“Not at first.”

“Well, no,” I admitted, “but you did, like, murder people.”

“Allegedly.”

I snorted, laughing despite the weight in my chest.

He grinned too, but it faded quickly. His hand the metal one came up to brush my cheek.

“If I don’t make it back...”

“Don’t,” I warned, eyes flashing.

“Y/N”

“No. You will come back. You don’t get to give me a goodbye speech. That’s not the deal.”

“What is the deal, then?”

I leaned in until our foreheads touched.

“You survive. You come home. You remember me.”

“And if I forget?”

“Then I’ll find you,” I whispered. “And I’ll make you fall in love with me all over again.”

His breath caught.

And then he kissed me soft at first, then deeper, desperate. Like he was memorising the taste of my lips, the curve of my smile, the shape of my sighs.

When we finally pulled apart, I saw it.

The fear was still there.

But so was the hope.

“Sleep here tonight,” I whispered. “Just for now.”

He nodded, pulling me back into his chest.

And in the quiet, before sleep could steal us, he whispered one last thing into the dark:

“You’re my anchor, Y/N. If I ever forget everything else… don’t let me forget that.”

The snow was biting, sharp like glass on skin. My boots crunched over the crusted top layer of ice as I pushed further into the dark woods, my gloved fingers tight around the Stark rifle strapped across my chest.

Bucky had gone radio silent.

Twelve minutes and thirty-two seconds ago.

I knew because I'd counted every second.

He was supposed to check in every five minutes. Just a click on the comm. Nothing fancy.

But now there was nothing.

Static.

Silence.

And a hollow, clawing terror growing in my chest.

“Any sign?” Nat’s voice crackled through my earpiece.

I pressed a hand to the side of my head. “No. Still no contact. He was inside the facility fifteen minutes ago.”

Sam chimed in, voice strained. “I’ve got eyes on the perimeter. No movement in or out. Either he’s deep, or...”

“Don’t say it,” I snapped.

He went quiet.

I took a breath, trying to keep the trembling out of my hands.

He’ll be fine. It’s Bucky. He promised. He said he’d come back.

I forced my body forward through the brush, snow flurries kicking up around me. The facility loomed ahead half buried in the ground like some metal tombstone to Hydra’s sins.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

I made it to the entry point a rusted door half-covered by broken crates and steel debris. Bucky had gone in through here. We’d agreed I’d wait outside until his signal said otherwise.

But he hadn’t signalled.

And I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Y/N,” Nat warned over the comm. “Don’t go in without back-up. You don’t know what’s in there.”

“I know who’s in there,” I answered, and switched off the channel.

Inside, the air was stale and cold. The corridor walls were old, cracked concrete the kind that held screams and secrets. My boots echoed as I crept forward, weapon raised, every nerve on high alert.

“Bucky?” I whispered. “It’s me. Y/N. You in here?”

Nothing.

I reached a junction and checked the map display on my wrist a simplified internal layout, courtesy of Friday’s last scan. The cell chamber was to the left. I moved towards it, trying not to let my breath hitch.

Every footstep was heavier now. Like the air itself resisted me.

Please don’t be triggered. Please don’t be gone.

I reached the chamber door. It stood open. Splintered.

Like someone had smashed through it.

My heart skittered.

I stepped inside.

Blood smeared the walls not a lot, but fresh. There were Hydra guards sprawled across the floor, unmoving. Their guns had been melted, twisted like toys.

And standing in the middle of the room, back to me, was Bucky.

Motionless.

His metal hand twitched at his side.

“Bucky?” I said, voice trembling.

He didn���t turn.

Didn’t move.

My mouth went dry.

I stepped closer. “James?”

Still nothing.

I took one more step and that’s when he turned.

My heart dropped.

His expression was blank. Eyes empty. Shoulders square, like a soldier at attention.

“Bucky,” I said again, softly. “It’s me. It’s Y/N.”

He tilted his head slightly. No flicker of recognition.

I felt my knees weaken.

No. No, no, no.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said, raising my hands. “You remember me, right? You were in my bed last night. You told me I was your anchor.”

Still no response.

He stepped forward.

I took a shaky breath. “You told me… that if you forgot everything else, you wouldn’t forget that.”

Another step.

Closer now.

I could see it the way his fingers flexed, the way his jaw tensed like he was preparing to strike. There was no warmth in his gaze.

No him.

He was the Winter Soldier.

And I’d lost him.

My body screamed to run, but I stood my ground.

“You made me a promise, Bucky,” I said, barely above a whisper. “You said you’d come back.”

He stopped, mere feet away.

We stared at each other.

I slowly removed my glove and reached for him my bare hand trembling in the cold.

“I’m not scared of you,” I whispered. “You could crush me, kill me, and I’d still look at you the same. Because I love you. Every part of you. Even this.”

A long beat.

Then, slowly almost imperceptibly something shifted in his eyes.

The faintest flicker.

His brow furrowed, like a thought was trying to claw its way to the surface.

“Y/N…” he murmured, voice hoarse. Uncertain.

My heart cracked.

“I’m here,” I said, stepping closer, tears stinging my eyes. “You’re not alone. You’re safe. Come back to me.”

His metal hand twitched again. This time, he raised it not to strike, but to touch. It hovered near my face, unsure, like he didn’t trust his own touch.

I placed my hand over his.

“You’re James Barnes,” I said. “And you’re mine.”

He blinked rapidly. Breathing hard.

Then he dropped to his knees.

Like the weight of it all had finally crushed him.

“Y/N…” he choked. “I didn’t know I couldn’t God”

I dropped with him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he crumbled into me. His body shook against mine, cold and terrified.

“You found me,” he whispered, over and over. “You found me.”

I held his face, made him look at me.

“You came back,” I said, a tear slipping down my cheek. “Just like you promised.”

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Nerves and Nerds

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Plot: a young actress has her first day meeting the stars of the avengers set, playing Morgan Stark.

Tags: Fluff

Triggers: none. its pure fluff with a cute kid and the avengers cast

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Y/n, a 6 year old girl who had recently started acting, sat in the office beside her mum, her legs swinging, as the adults talking. She knew she had gotten a big role in a Marvel movie and she got to play in a movie with some big names in Hollywood. Her parents had said they had to talk some logistics out before she would have to go into the big room where all the other actors were to meet them. Something that made her incredibly nervous.

Her head snapped out when her mum said her name. “Y/n?” The 6 year old looked up with a small smile.

“Yes mama?” Her voice lilted as she tilted her head to look up at her mother, not sure about what’s going on after colouring her pictures the whole time the adults have been speaking.

“Are you ready to go meet your co-stars?” Y/n’s little heart picked up a little bit, her nerves striking her as she was about to meet some pretty big stars. She nodded her head and tucked her colouring book and pencil crayons away in her small backpack and stood up next to her mum who held her hand out, prompting the child to take the womans hand. “You okay little butterfly?” She asked crouching down, noting her daughters quiet demeanor all of a sudden.

“I’m nervous mama… what if they don’t like me?” She asked, her head hanging down, her foot shuffling back and forth. “What if they’re mean?” Her voice had dropped to a small whisper.

“Oh baby… I promise you that no body will be mean.” The mother said, one hand landing on the girl sshoulder and the other tucking a piece of brown hair behind her ear. “They’ll have to deal with mama bear if they do.” A small wink was thrown towards the little girl who giggled quietly and wrapped her arms around her mums neck forcing the woman who scoops the little girl up.

“Okay mama.” She muttered as her mum walked towards the board room that was full of her newest co-stars. When the director opened the door, the small girl tucked her head into her mothers neck with a small whimper after seeing everyone there. “Too many mama…��

“You’ll be okay butterfly.” A warm hand started rubbing her back gently. “One at time okay? We’ll start with Robert because he is who you have the most scenes with okay?” A small nod was given before green eyes peeked out to meet with Robert Downey Jr. eyes. “This is Robert.”

“You can call me Rob though sweetheart. I promise that its not as scary as it sounds. Most of the people here are so nice and fun, except Scarlett, shes scary.” The man winked at the little girl who looked over at who she knew to be Scarlett Johansson who had a look of pure shock on her face.

A small smack was heard before the whole room melted at y/n’s little giggle that followed after watching the blonde smack the man gently. “I am not! If anything, Renner is the only scary one.” Johansson said looking at the little girl who giggled again looking at the man who mocked a loud gasp. “Look how scary he is.”

“How dare you Johansson! I am a saint!” Jeremy said, placing his hand on his heart. “Mackie is the worst!” Another gasp had the girl giggling.

“Excuse you Renner! I am perfect just the way I am!” Mackie said with a proud smirk on his face. “Nice to meet you lady y/n! My name is Anthony Mackie!”

The girl smiled shyly then looked over at a lady who rolled her eyes and smiled shyly.

“Hi darling, I’m Gwyenth but you can call me Gwen. I play Robs wife so I’ll be your mum.” Y/n looked back at her mum then at Gwen and nodded.

“You can be my mama for the movie.” She said smiling at her. “You seem nice!”

“Awe thank you darling!” Gwen placed her hand on her heart smiling sweetly.

“You’ll be my mama so he will be my daddy?” Y/n said pointing to Robert who nodded and smiled widely at the girl.

“I will be! Youll be my daughter, Morgan Stark!” He said with pride.

“Morgan Stark… I like that name!”

“She’s so cute!”

“Mackie! Give the girl some space.”

“Stop telling me what to do Evans.”

“Never in my life!”

“Seriously. Can you two stop talking?”

“Says you Hemsworth.”

“Ow! I did nothing wrong Renner!”

“You were looking at me funny Ruffalo.”

“What does that even mean??”

A sharp whistle was heard and all the adults turned to look at Robert who had a disapproving look on his face, his hands placed over the 6 year olds girls ears so he didn’t frighten her. “You guys are scaring the kid!” They all looked at the girl who had a big smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Wow… the whole Avengers cast is really just a big bunch of nerds…” Y/n’s mum uttered, sparking a whole new fight between the cast making the girl laugh even louder.

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