#paul rudd x reader

[rlupinswhore]

wired interview

-> pairing: paul rudd x wife!reader

-> warnings: fluff, undefined age gap, rpf!!

-> summary: paul rudd and his dear wife, y/n l/n does the wired autocomplete interview.

-> a/n: the love i have for this man is like insane please leave feedback and reblogs :)

- one shot {fluff}

"hi, i'm paul rudd and today i am doing the wired autocomplete interview," paul looks around and shakes his head. "by myself it seems, although i'm sure my dear wife is suppose to be here." he drags out, sending a quizzing look to the camera man as if he had any idea where his wife was. "oh there she is, my fashionably late queen." he jokes with a smile as you roll your eyes and take the seat next to him.

"shut up, paul." you mutter before smiling at the camera directed infront of you. "hello,i'm y/n l/n rudd and i will be doing the wired auto complete interview with my loving husband." you say, winking at the camera as someone shouts cut. "can we switch sides before we continue?" you ask paul.

"fine," he got up and switched sides without hesitation, he knew how you preferred the right side as it captured your features well on camera. "okay, let's get this on with!" paul exclaims, ready to begin the interview. "this one is for...you." he says, holding the board on his leg. "i'll tear it for you," he smiles.

"how kind, i'm kind of scared yet excited about these google searches," you say before reading your first question aloud. "how did y/n l/n rudd become famous? good question, it's because-"

"-she married me," paul interrupts, "she even took all my fans and money while at it." paul sighs, shaking his head and looking solemnly at the camera. he ceases his act when his wife taps his bicep harshly, giving him her disapproving look. "c'mon it was a joke, love. lighten up."

"don't say stuff like that, and i wont really call myself famous per say, but i'm glad you think so makes me feel good." you chuckle. "but i gained attention when i walked my first high fashioned show with Marc Jacobs...next."

"how did y/n l/n meet paul rudd? oh, i met him during my summer getaway in Mexico and he shyly came up to me like a fan girl as if he was not paul fucking rudd." you reply to the question on the board.

"can't really blame me there, she was having expensive cocktails while i just sat at the bar with the same beer and worn out beach clothes." paul defends, kissing his wife's cheek before she goes to answer the next question.

"last one, how did y/n l/n.." you wait patiently for paul to remove the paper but he ends up ripping part of the words. "get acting? did it mean get into acting, probably. uhm i got into acting through my dad's work in theater at a very young age." you answer honestly, and throw the board behind you.

"this one is for you, paul." you say and tear the first paper.

"i'm just going to speed through these answers," he speaks matter of factly. "what up with that paul rudd? everythings up with that paul rudd."

"yup, i'm up with that paul rudd," you wink at the camera then continue to remove the strips. the joke makes paul snort.

"what is paul rudd doing now? i'm holding this sign for this wired interview." a wave of laughter is sounded in the room.

"what is a paul rudd? i- do people actually search this?" paul chuckles, sucking in his teeth as he answers. "i wish i knew," he shrugs. he answers a few more before he reaches the final one on the board.

"what does paul rudd eat? oh, oatmeal and a lot of almonds." paul replies. "i ate a lot of almonds for my ant man role to fit into that tiny suit."

"you really eat a lot of almonds, i swear you love those more than me." you chuckle.

"never!" he shouts and takes the board from the camera man. "this one is for both of us," he says and removes the first slip.

"how did y/n l/n and paul rudd meet? as she said on a Mexico vacation where she looked like a beach angel and i, a sea monster."

"paul- stop. how many kids does y/n l/n and paul rudd have? we have a four year old baby girl and a two year old boy." you smile at the thought of your children.

"i miss them." paul whines and rips the next slip of paper. "what is the age gap between paul rudd and y/n l/n? not necessary."

"when did paul rudd and y/n l/n get married? on 9th September, 2012." a smile makes it way to your lips.

"how old was paul rudd when he met y/n l/n? again none of your business." you roll your eyes discretly.

"finally, last one. how tall is paul rudd and y/n l/n? we're almost the same height. i'm 5'10."

"and i'm 5'8," you answer and jump when paul throws the board towards the camera. "watch it." you laugh and wave to the camera. as the red light turns off, paul kisses your lips and then your cheek. "we did really good."

"yes, we did. but the internet is very nosy" paul laughs, "i wasn't kidding when i said i was missing my babies." he pouts and pulls you in for a hug, ready to leave and cuddle with his babies and wife in their bed.

[oncasette]

SFW!

crave you

[fandomnerd9602]

Ridley rides in the car with her dad Elliot and Y/N…

Elliot: look I know it’s not the best but…just give me five years and we’ll be set for life

Y/N: in five years, Ridley and I will already be married with a kid

Ridley: we’re not even dating

Y/N: I can dream can’t I?

Ridley blushes…

[reveryfics]

paul rudd x male reader ?

:3

🪲 anon

Premier

Paul Rudd x Male Reader

Summary: Paul brought you to his latest movie premiere, thrilled to introduce you to everyone as his husband.

A/N: He seems like the type of guy to completely shut down any questions that don't involve his significant other. Also thanks to everyone for the requests and also to everyone who requested marvel, I promise I'll get to them eventually.

TW: Fluff - Married

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the studio backlot as you meticulously adjusted a boom mic, the familiar hum of equipment a comforting backdrop to the controlled chaos of a television set. Fresh out of college with a film degree and a burning desire to carve a niche in sound and design, this temporary gig felt like a monumental first step. You were green, still learning the ropes, but soaking up every detail like a sponge. That's when you first saw him – Paul Rudd. He possessed an easy charm, a disarming smile that seemed to crinkle the corners of his eyes even when the cameras weren't rolling. He was the lead of the show, already a recognizable face, yet he treated everyone on set with a genuine warmth that belied his burgeoning stardom.

Over the ensuing years, your paths kept intersecting. A low-budget indie film here, a quirky sitcom there – each project brought you both back into the orbit of the film industry, and more specifically, into each other's professional lives. The initial polite nods and brief on-set conversations gradually evolved into shared lunches, late-night wrap party chats, and eventually, a genuine friendship that transcended the long hours and demanding schedules. You discovered a shared sense of humor, a similar appreciation for the absurd, and a comfortable camaraderie that felt both effortless and profound.

Then, in the late 2000s, something shifted. A lingering glance held a beat too long, a casual touch lingered with unexpected warmth. The laughter remained, but it was now tinged with a playful flirtation. Late-night phone calls stretched into the early hours, filled with whispered confidences and burgeoning feelings. A secret romance blossomed, nurtured in stolen moments away from prying eyes, a precious intimacy known only to a trusted few. The transition from friends to lovers felt natural, inevitable, like two halves finally finding their whole.

The early 2010s brought an even deeper commitment, a quiet ceremony witnessed by only your closest loved ones. Marriage to a public figure like Paul required a certain level of discretion, a carefully guarded privacy that allowed your relationship to flourish away from the relentless glare of the spotlight. While the world might not have known the depth of his commitment, Paul never missed an opportunity to express his adoration for you in his own subtle way.

Whenever interviewers steered the conversation towards on-screen chemistry with female co-stars, Paul would deftly pivot, his eyes softening as he spoke of the unwavering support and love he received at home. He’d speak in general terms, perhaps, but the underlying message was always clear: his heart belonged to another. And you? You cherished those moments, those quiet declarations woven into public discourse. It was a testament to his thoughtfulness, his unwavering devotion.

Recently, a new opportunity had landed in your lap – a chance to contribute your sound and design expertise to a Marvel film, a project that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you. You’d always been captivated by the intricate world of superheroes, the seamless blend of action and fantasy. Paul, ever observant of your passions, had confided that your infectious enthusiasm for the project had played a significant role in his decision to audition for a relatively unknown character named Ant-Man. He’d seen the way your eyes lit up when you spoke of the Marvel universe, and he wanted to be a part of that joy.

And so, here you were, the night of the premiere, a surreal culmination of shared dreams and quiet devotion. Tucked into the plush leather of the car, your hand nestled securely in Paul’s, you felt a nervous flutter of anticipation. This was your first time stepping into the full glare of his world, agreeing to be his plus one on such a significant occasion.

Paul squeezed your hand gently, his gaze warm and reassuring. “You look good in that suit,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple in a tender kiss.

A playful smile tugged at your lips. “You also said that at our wedding,” you teased, the memory of that intimate day still vivid in your mind.

Before he could offer a witty retort, the car glided to a smooth stop. The hushed reverence outside was palpable even through the tinted windows. The door was opened by a uniformed driver, and Paul turned, his hand outstretched to assist you as you gracefully stepped onto the curb. The moment your feet touched the red carpet, a cacophony of flashes erupted. The air crackled with the energy of a hundred clicking cameras. Paul’s grip on your hand tightened, and he turned to you, his eyes filled with an affection that transcended the frenzy around you. He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, a silent declaration amidst the noise. Then, hand in hand, you began your walk down the iconic red carpet, pausing occasionally as the photographers clamored for shots, the bright lights momentarily blinding.

As the initial rush of the red carpet subsided, you found yourself navigating the crowded after-party, a sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces. You spotted Evangeline Lilly across the room, her radiant smile beckoning you over. Excusing yourself from Paul, who had been gently steered towards a waiting interviewer, you made your way through the throng. You and Evangeline exchanged warm greetings, falling into an easy conversation about the whirlwind of the evening and the excitement surrounding the film.

Meanwhile, Paul, though answering the interviewer’s questions about the movie with practiced ease, found his gaze drifting across the room, searching for your familiar silhouette amidst the crowd. He spoke of the collaborative spirit on set, the thrill of joining the Marvel universe, but his attention was clearly elsewhere. The astute interviewer, a seasoned veteran of countless red carpet events, noticed his distracted demeanor. A knowing smile played on her lips as she turned the microphone slightly towards him. “Is there someone particular you’re looking for, Paul?” she inquired, her voice laced with playful curiosity.

Paul’s face instantly lit up, a genuine, unrestrained smile spreading from ear to ear. “My husband,” he declared, his voice filled with warmth. “I brought him tonight, but it seems he was swallowed by the wonderful crowd of people.”

The interviewer’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she recovered with professional grace. “Oh, your husband! That’s lovely. How is he enjoying the premiere?” she asked, her tone now infused with a newfound interest.

Paul’s eyes sparkled. “He’s amazing. He’s been so supportive throughout this whole process. He was actually a big reason I even considered auditioning. He’s the real Marvel fanatic in our household.” He chuckled softly, a fond look in his eyes. “He’s probably geeking out somewhere talking about the intricacies of the MCU.”

“He seems to be enjoying himself, chatting with Evangeline Lilly,” the interviewer noted, gesturing subtly across the room. “Does he often join you at these kinds of events?”

Paul’s gaze softened as he watched you laugh at something Evangeline had said. “Not always. He prefers a quieter life, behind the scenes, literally,” he quipped, a hint of pride in his voice. “But tonight was special. He knows how much this film means to me, and to him, in a different way.”

He was mid-sentence, elaborating on your shared love for storytelling, when his eyes widened. He spotted you, only a few feet away now, your smile radiant as you posed for a picture with Michael Douglas and Evangeline. A childlike enthusiasm bubbled up within him. He started jumping up and down slightly, waving his hands with an endearing lack of self-consciousness, trying to catch your attention.

The camera smoothly panned towards you, capturing your easy laughter with your new friends. In the periphery of your vision, you caught Paul’s energetic waving. A smile bloomed on your face. Excusing yourself with a gentle tap on Evangeline’s arm, you made your way over, extending a hand to the interviewer with a warm smile. “It’s lovely to finally meet you,” you said sincerely.

Paul immediately wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close and planting a kiss on your cheek. “Ladies and gentlemen, my incredibly handsome husband,” he announced proudly, his smile beaming.

You couldn’t help but chuckle along with the interviewer, who was now teasing Paul about his earlier gushing. “I can only imagine,” you said, your eyes twinkling. “He does this often?” she asked, her microphone now pointed towards you.

You nodded, leaning into Paul’s embrace. “It’s one of my favorite things about him. After all these years, he still looks at me like… well, like that,” you gestured playfully to his adoring gaze. “It’s rather endearing, even if it can be a little embarrassing sometimes.”

Paul’s expression shifted to one of mock hurt. “Hey! I thought you liked my declarations of undying love!” he exclaimed, his tone lighthearted. He quickly winked at the interviewer. “But I know he secretly loves it.”

The interview continued, the conversation flowing easily between the three of you. You shared anecdotes about how you first met on that fateful TV show set, the unexpected twists and turns of your journey together, and the quiet joy of your nearly nine years as a couple, almost three as husband and husband. As the interview drew to a close, a handler gently steered you and Paul towards a designated area for a cast group photo, even though you weren’t officially part of the film. Standing there, slightly to the side but firmly by Paul’s side, you couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of gratitude. All those late nights on set, the initial uncertainty of a temporary job, the countless hours spent honing your craft – it had all led to this. It had led you to him.

You wouldn't trade that serendipitous beginning on that 90s TV show set in Ohio, for anything in the world. It was there, amidst the hum of the equipment and the controlled chaos of filmmaking, that you had found not just a career, but your husband, your best friend, your everything.

[anyca786]

Jimmy Kimmel Live

Y/n! Actress x Sebastian Stan (+ Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie and Paul Rudd)

A/N : Inspired by the Jimmy Kimmel Live interview during Captain America: Civil War (8years ago)

The lights dim in the studio, and a booming voiceover fills the air. On the screen, a montage explodes – Captain America’s shield clashes with Iron Man’s repulsor blasts, Black Widow flips through the air, and heroes stand divided. The title card blazes: Captain America: Civil War.

Thunderous applause erupts as the lights return to a smiling Jimmy Kimmel. “Welcome back to Jimmy Kimmel Live! Tonight, we have a super-powered group joining us. Give it up for Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Paul Rudd, and the lovely Y/n!”

The five actors walk out, waving and soaking in the cheers. Jimmy throws them some playful jabs, then dives into the questions.

“Alright, let’s test your knowledge of each other. Chris has memorized all the songs of which Disney musical?”

“Frozen!” Anthony Mackie blurts out, earning laughs.

“Nope,” Chris smiles. “Anyone?”

Paul leans in, “Aladdin?”

Y/n and Sebastian speak at the same time, “Little Mermaid!”

"Yes" Jimmy confirms. The crowd roars with laughter. Chris throws his arm around Y/n.

“This is the kind of chemistry you see on screen, folks,” Paul teases.

“Well,” Chris grins, “Y/n and I might have belted out a few Little Mermaid duets in our trailers.”

"Interesting. Alright, let's move on. Paul's family name was shortened from what?" Jimmy asked.

Anthony jumps in with a goofy grin, “Rud-rud-evan-rudabar?”

The actors erupt in playful chaos, throwing out silly suggestions. Finally, Paul reveals the answer: “Rudnitsy.”

The questions keep flying. Chris nails Anthony’s debut film, and the crowd goes wild. The tension rises as Jimmy reaches Y/n.

“Alright, this might get interesting. Who is y/n's celebrity crush?”

Y/n hides her face, a playful blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Oooh, this is juicy!” Anthony leans forward.

Paul throws out a guess, “Brad Pitt?”

"Nope, try again" Jimmy says with a playful smirk on his face.

Chris and Anthony exchange knowing smirks.

Sebastian tries his luck, “Johnny Depp?”

Y/n shakes her head, even more flustered.

"Maybe I should just say it for you…" Chris teases.

"Please don't!" Y/n says blushing.

Jimmy, sensing the tension, prodded further. "Come on, Chris, spill the tea!"

Chris Evans & Anthony Mackie replied "Sebastian Stan!"

The crowd gasps, then bursts into excited cheers. Sebastian's cheeks match yours in a vibrant shade of red.

He leans towards you, a playful whisper brushing your ear. "Really?"

You nod sheepishly, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "We'll talk about this later," Sebastian murmurs back, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

"Alright last question, aside from English, what other language does Sebastian speak fluently?

"Romanian!" Y/n replies immediately and the crowd erupts in whistles and applause.

As the show drew to a close, Jimmy unveiled a set of action figures – Captain America, Falcon, Winter Soldier, Ant-Man, and (your superhero name). The audience roared with approval as you held up your miniature self.

"Thank you guys for being here!" Jimmy said, extending a warm hand to all of you.

The cheers continued as you and your fellow Avengers exited the stage, the energy of the night buzzing in your veins.

[boypied]

pairings: paul rudd x male reader

request: drunk rough sex with paul rudd after he got jealous when they’re at some sort of party with different actors and they’re flirting with reader plsssssssssssssssss would love daddy kink in there too.

warnings: SMUT !, drunk sex, jealous sex, swearing, anal sex.

MDNI + FDNI !

You aren't entirely sure how you ended up in this situation. Paul and you have been talking for a couple of months now. You thought that paul wanted to take things slow or he just didn't want anything serious.

So when he grabbed your arm quite aggressively and pulled you away from a quite flirty Henry Cavill, you were extremely confused about what the hell was happening.

"What was that?" Paul groans out in annoyance at you, his words slightly slurred from being tipsy. You stare at him, and a confused look washes over your face. "What are you on about Paul?" you say to him also in a slurred tone.

"You... You were flirting with that big beefcake. " he groans out, you burst out into laughter. "beefcake?" You mumble to him, his eyes widen in embarrassment "you know what I mean." He says sternly, rolling his eyes.

You continue to laugh at his jealousy, mocking his embarrassment in a way. His eyes widen in anger but also horniness, "stop laughing," he says with a seductive smirk on his face. You don't hold back, and a more of a snorty giggle falls out.

He grabs your wrist again and drags your from the party location to his house. You both stumble your way drunkly to his house. He knows exactly what is going to happen, and you're out in the dark about what is going to happen.

You both sloppily make out, dragging yourselves up the stairs, not removing your lips off each other, stumble backwards, and fall down onto his mattress.

Paul leans down, ripping your clothes off your body, leaving you vulnerable under him. He wastes no time stripping off completely, revealing his flaccid cock to you.

This is the first time you guys have hooked up.

His tongue lapping up your hole, gently pushing his way through the tightness of your boy-pussy. You run your hand through his hair, gently gripping his beautiful brunette locks.

"You're eating me out so goo-" I gasp out in a whimper as his fingers slide into my hole, curving up hitting my sweet spot as his tongue continues to lap up my hole.

He quietly let's out moans as he slurps up the taste of your hole, letting it run all over his taste buds. Paul pulls away, spit coating his entire mouth. A smirk gently appears on his face as he stares down at the messy wreck below him.

He lubes up his tip, gently rubbing it against your boy-pussy. He sloppily thrusts it in letting out a loud moan in unison with you, "FUCK!" You both coo out while maintaining eye contact.

He gently lifts up your legs and lays his body down against yours and softly humps his cock into your ass while sloppily making out with your nipples, he nibbles at them causing shooting pleasures to take over your body as his thick cock stretches your hole better than anyone has before.

He continues to sloppily thrust back and forth, causing you to become a moaning mess below him. Whimper after whimper makes him want to thrust faster and faster, creating an endless cycle of moans.

"F-Fill me!" You manage to whimper out between make out sessions, he nods his head and thrust back and forth, you begin jerking your cock off.

You both climax at the same time, making eye contact as you shoot your loads. You shoot your load all over your stomach while Paul's load coats your insides white.

Paul gently pauls out of your sloppy hole, pulling you closer to his warm embrace. "Round two?" He whispers in your ear, causing you to let out a little giggle before jumping his bones once again.

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[pankowcrumbs]

Marvel Masterlist

Please note Tom Holland is on my main Masterlist with his brothers.

My requests are always open!

💕Fluff 🌶️Smut 18+ ❤️‍🩹 Angst 🖤Sad 💛Male reader ❤️‍🔥 possessive 💔 heartbreak

Chris Evans

💕Snowed in (one shot requested)

Snowed in on Christmas day isn't the worst.

💕 Triplets (one shot requested)

Early morning on your Triplets' third birthday.

🖤💕 Our Little Miracle (one shot requested)

After 3 miscarriages you and Chris finally get a happy ending.

💕 Twirling home (one shot requested)

Chris and your daughter surprise you at your ballet performance.

💕 Fake It 'Til You Feel It (one shot requested)

A PR relationship turns into something very real.

💕 Loving you in public (one shot requested)

You and Chris break up before a red carpet and then your friends help you get back together.

💕Not me (one shot requested)

You're dating Sebastian and Chris can't understand why it can't be him.

Dad Chris AU (connected stand alone stories with the same kids Millie, Maisie, Ava and Jude.)

💕Silent (one shot requested)

The kids are finally all asleep on a long car ride and a soft moment between you and Chris.

🖤 Funeral (one shot requested)

Chris and the kids supporting you at your mum's funeral.

💕Snow day (one shot requested)

Stuck in a snowstorm Chris makes the best out of being snowed in.

Captain America/Steve Rodgers

Sebastian Stan

The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

💕 You Won't (one shot)

Bucky is scared this mission will make him turn back into the winter soldier with no memory of her and she assured him he wont forget her.

💕 Pissed off (one shot)

Bucky gets kidnapped but the fact they pissed off his sniper wife is more dangerous.

💕 You never called me back (long one shot)

You find out you're pregnant after Sebastian has already broken up with you and blocked you so he doesn't know until years later.

Chris Hemsworth

Thor

Tom Hiddleston

Loki

Paul Rudd/Ant Man

Anthony Mackie/The Falcon

RDJ/Iron Man

Elizabeth Olsen

💕It's you X Fem Reader (one shot requested)

You bump into each other after six years.

💕The Sandcastle Pact X Fem Reader (one shot requested)

You and Elizabeth have a day at the beach like when you were kids.

💕Surprise Fem Reader (one shot requested)

It's your birthday and you hate surprise parties so Lizzie has something else planned.

The Scarlet Witch

Benedict Cumberbatch/Doctor Strange

Scarlett Johansson/Black Widow

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[theyluvlyss]

*𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐝𝐤𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦*

guys, I can't be normal, it was never in the books for me to like something or someone the normal amount - so, death of a unicorn, right😃☝🏽?

(ironically enough given my last post) will poulter's character, shepard?

mm, yea, #needthat♡.

y'all, i'm whippin' up something long and devious, just let mE COOK✋🏽😃✋🏽!!... I swear, i'll deliver, it just takes me a second🥴.

[yanderemcu]

Yandere Scott Lang Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you) 

Very touchy and romantic

B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Holding,Wraps around you,silent treatment, force feeding, takes things away

D-Desire (How long until they take you) 

10 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 

As below you as possible

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 

Get married. Have kids

G=Gifts (What do they give you) 

sweets,stuff animals, Clothes,jewelry, Accessories,Blankets, pillows, Food,flowers

H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 

His punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 

5/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 

Drags you away

K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 

He doesn't kill anyone

L=Language (What is their love language) 

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 

Yes

N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)  

Cupcake,Sweetie,Sweetheart,hunny,love,sugar,precious, sweetiepie, cutie,baby doll

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 

Kills himself

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 

He will get you back one day

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 

8/10

T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 

Sweet,Caring, Obsessive,Delusional,Overprotective,Clingy, Submissive,Shy

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 

Doesn't hurt you at all

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back) 

Threatens to hurt himself

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 

No

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 

Nothing at all

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 

1/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together) 

Cuddles you closely

[random-writer-23]

Y’know what fuck it send in ant man requests need him actually

PAUL RUDD as SCOTT LANG Ant-Man • 2015

[unsuperingyournatural]

hot lips

Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

can be seen as a continuation of yours or a standalone

You should’ve said no.

Not to Pedro—never to Pedro. But maybe to this.

You’d already turned down the interview. Sitting between Pedro and Jensen on Hot Ones while subjecting yourself to progressively nuclear sauces sounded like a special kind of hell. You liked watching the show from the comfort of your couch, not starring in a live-action breakdown.

Pedro had just smiled and said, "Then don’t do the interview. But come anyway?"

And because it was him—because he looked at you like he meant it—you said yes.

So here you were, standing just off-camera, watching the man you adored trying not to die on national YouTube.

Jensen was in rare form. Confident, snarky, toggling between deadpan humor and surprisingly deep answers like it was second nature. He took a bite of wing three, chewed, swallowed, then turned to Sean with a look of exaggerated offense.

"Gotta say, Sean," he drawled, "kind of shocked it took this long to get the invite. What season is this again?"

Sean grinned. "Twenty-two."

Jensen made a show of looking around. "Wow. Okay. So you had... let’s see... Gordon Ramsay, Bear Grylls, Paul Rudd, the damn Muppets before me. That’s cool. That doesn’t sting at all."

You rolled your eyes from the sidelines.

Pedro chuckled beside him. "He’s only brought it up, like, twenty times today."

"Not enough," Jensen deadpanned. "Justice for overlooked CW stars."

You shook your head, watching them both. Pedro had been more reserved at the start—you could see it in his hands, the way they rested just a little too still on the table. But as the banter settled in, he relaxed. Found his rhythm.

"I’ve always liked spicy food," Pedro was saying now, "but this... this is another level. Like, emotional damage level."

Sean laughed. "You doing okay?"

"I'm sweating in places I didn't know had pores," Pedro replied calmly.

Jensen fanned his face. "Same. My soul is sweating."

By wing eight, you were gripping your water bottle tightly. Pedro's ears had turned pink. Jensen was coughing between bites. Sean introduced wing nine with theatrical flair.

"This one," he said, holding up the bottle, "is called Doom."

Jensen squinted at it. "Why would you name a food that?"

"Because it's honest," Pedro muttered.

They bit in.

You watched in silent horror.

Jensen turned bright red. Pedro froze completely, eyes wide. His hand reached blindly for milk, then water, then back again. You clapped a hand over your mouth.

"Oh no," you whispered, heart clenching. "Oh no, Pedro..."

He was breathing like a man in labor. Jensen choked out something about regretting all his life choices. Sean looked delighted.

But somehow—somehow—they survived it.

The crew erupted in applause as the final sauce was downed. Pedro sagged back in his chair, fanning his face with his hand. Jensen slapped the table and grinned through watery eyes.

After some final banter and gratitude, both men rose to thank Sean. Pedro offered his hand and said, in that quiet, sincere tone that always made your chest ache, "Thanks for having us. This was... unforgettable."

Then he turned to you, still flushed, still grinning.

"Well?" he asked. "How’d I do?"

You smiled. "You were amazing."

You leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped you with a smirk. "I don’t think you’re gonna want to kiss me right now."

"Why not?"

"Because I still taste like Doom."

You narrowed your eyes. "You wiped your mouth fifteen times."

He shrugged. You kissed him.

Soft. Warm. Familiar.

Then, out of habit, you licked your lips.

You paused.

A slow, creeping burn began to blossom across your mouth.

And then—

"Oh my God. Oh my God."

Pedro started laughing as you sprinted to the table, grabbing water, then milk, then fanning your face with both hands.

"I warned you," he said, shaking his head.

"Why is it spreading?!" you cried. "Why would anyone eat that?! I swear to God, if someone wanted government secrets out of me, that’s all they’d need. Doom on the lips, boom—instant confession. My grandma hides money in the Pillsbury cookie jar. I did steal my dad’s tequila. The combo to my high school locker is 34R-22L-18—"

Pedro pulled you gently into his arms, chuckling. "I love you."

You stopped rambling.

Looked up.

His face was open. Steady. Real.

"I love you, too," you breathed.

He smiled. Then—

Burp.

Your hands flew to your mouth.

Pedro laughed so hard he nearly doubled over.

You groaned. "I am so sorry."

"You’re perfect," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You finally cooled off. Someone handed you more water. The fire faded. Pedro leaned in again, quieter now.

"So... you love me..."

You smiled, soft and sure. "Mmhmm."

Then added, "But not your hot lips."

His grin turned wicked. "Hot lips? You never minded my hot lips before."

You gasped. "Pedro."

He wrapped an arm around your waist and led you toward the exit.

Just before the door, he slowed. Turned to you.

"Hey," he said softly. "I meant it. Not just the I love you part. All of it. Wanting you here. With me. Even if you’re melting."

You laughed. "I’m glad I came. Even if I might never taste anything again."

"Come on," he said, tugging you closer. "Let’s go find you some ice cream."

You raised a brow. "To soothe the pain?"

"To celebrate surviving Doom."

Hand in hand, he walked you out of the studio—his laughter still echoing softly between you, your lips tingling, hearts lighter than when you'd walked in.

[fandomnerd9602]

Aboard the plane, Ridley and Y/N rest against one another…

Ridley wakes up…

Ridley: (blushes) sorry

Y/N; no no it’s fine

Ridley: still a long plane ride. Mind if I—?

Y/N: oh yeah sure. What are best friends for right?

Ridley: (blushes) yeah…friends

Elliot observes with a small smile…

For @jacenradio7

[limethefirst]

Void Runners Pt. 1

pairings: Deadpool x Wolverine x teen!reader

warnings: contains heavy spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine, swearing, blood, the normal deadpooly stuff

summary: Reader has been trapped in the void for a few months now, after getting into trouble with the TVA, when they suddenly stumble upon a Deadpool and a Wolverine.

Part 2 / Part 3

a/n: if this gets popular enough I might write a part two, I'm having Deadpool and Wolverine brainrot, also this is unedited so pls tell me if you see mistakes

It had been 4 months since you had been sent to the Void; the apocalyptic like plain, becoming what you had accepted as your new home.

You were a time traveler, that had accidently messed up some big event and that caused the TVA to come and take care of you. You weren't sure what the big event was, something about some saving some rich guys parents. You thought you were doing a good thing by it but apparently not.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore, you were now stuck here. You'd been alone most of the time, sometimes seeing other people but you had learned quickly into your stay that these others were part of this group formed by Cassandra Nova, an insanely powerful woman who you never dared cross paths with.

Until unfortunately today.

Sadly you stumbled upon the wrong people at the wrong time. As you were walking through the dusty plains, you saw two men falling from the sky, thinking back on your heroic days you felt obligated to help out. That was not the best idea, you tried to go up to the men but instead they started arguing when a fight suddenly broke out between them. By the time the fight had ended you had blood all over your (as clean as they can be in the void) shoes.

"Augh, I just cleaned these too." Is what seemed to snap the men out of whatever had just happened.

"Oh my gosh! How long has the movie been out? Five days, and we are already getting reader inserts? Wow!" The man in the red mask said to no one in particular, "And what might your name be sunshine?"

"Uh Y/N, are you guys okay, you seem to be stabbed in a lot of places?" You answered a bit concerned after seeing two men almost tear each other apart.

"Oh this? Sorry, my partner here has weird kinks-" The strange man is cut off by the other seemingly older man punching him in the jaw. "See what I mean kiddo?"

"Enough Wade." The older man gruffed, his arms crossing as he shakes his head disapprovingly.

"Whatever you say sugar cube!" The man known as Wade looked back at you, "Oh you must be wondering who we are huh! Well this hairy beast of a man is the one and only Wolverine, and I am your friendly neighbor Deadpool!" Wolverine looked at you and sighed at the at his 'partners' antics.

From there things only went downhill, and that is how you were stuck with them being hauled off to Cassandra Nova's lair.

"Awee are we having a flashback already?!" Deadpool's annoying voice rang from in front of you. Currently you were stuck in a ball like cage with, Johnny Storm, Wolverine and Deadpool.

Johnny began to explain to the men where we were all headed, going over the basics of who were about to meet and the type of woman Cassandra was. You looked a bit ahead as you noticed you were already here.

As you guys had come to a stop you saw the others being throw out of the cage, you held up your chained hands to the man before they could throw you as well, "I got it, thanks" jumping out before you got tossed as well.

At the same time you got down you heard Deadpool's odd comment, "Huh, Paul Rudd finally aged." You turned down at the man slightly and gave him a quick look of confusion unsure what he was talking about; his partner seemingly unphased by the comment, most likely used to it.

Looking ahead ignoring the bickering next happening to your right, you saw what seemed to be a bald woman in the mouth of the giant skull. As the dust cleared you could see her get up from the wheelchair she was sitting on, "What was the point of the wheelchair.." You dully commented.

Deadpool adding on, "Oh ableism great, that's not gonna go over well with the Woke mob!"

You looked at your surroundings, no longer caring about the scene unfolding before you, Deadpool began to talk with Cassandra, somehow coming up on the topic of a coke, loving roommate.

After a bit more talking between the two you hear Deadpool slandering Cassandra, and then telling her it was all Johnny who said it. This brought back your attention just in time to see Johnny's skin ripped from his skeleton.

"Not my favorite Chris." Deadpool says, not having much remorse for the scene in front of him.

"You piece of shit you just got him fucking killed." Wolverine adds, pointing at the remains of Johnny.

"Awe I kinda liked him," You mumbled to yourself, as Wolverine looked at you with a look of discouragement on his face, almost as if saying not to get Deadpool started with this.

"Hey we are all grieving," Deadpool yells, "He doesn't know what he was doing to the budget." He mumbled the last part.

Cassandra ignored his words and walked past the group, "Shush, Alioth's hungry."

"There must be some kind of mistake," Deadpool started again, "Big yellow is an anchor being and I'm Marvel Jesus, MJ if you're nasty." Cassandra turned her head a little as you stood next to them listening to their story, not getting the chance to hear it earlier. "This may be hard to hear but there's another British villain, he's gonna destroy my universe and I'm gonna stop him."

"Oh honey you don't really strike me as the world saving type." Cassandra answered him, this seemed to upset the laidback man. You watched as he seemed to straighten himself up hearing that. "Did I hit a nerve?" She turns back, almost sarcastically.

"I didn't want it to come to this," Deadpool says, "Either you help us or my friend here is gonna sing the entire second act of Music Man with no warm up"

You look at him confused, "What the hell is that?"

"Where'd you get the chair?" Wolverine asks Cassandra as she walks back towards the skull.

She quickly answers, "Every once in a while we get a Charles here, never mind though, he didn't care to find me."

Deadpool leans back seemingly annoyed, "Ughh Gen Z and their trauma bragging!" He shoots you a quick glance, "Can't you just stuff it down and turn it into a cancer like the rest of us?"

"But I'm not like the rest of you, except maybe the Wolverine, now we could be truly terrifying together." A light smile graced Cassandra's face as she watches you guys.

You watch their exchange a little more before you notice the purple mist coming up behind you guys slowly getting closer. As you turn back around you see Wolverine getting dragged through the ground and Deadpool backing up.

"I am so not with them." You tell Cassandra hoping that doesn't happen to you.

"Oh yes they are." Deadpool fires back, making sure he isn't next. Unfortunately for him he was, you watched as Cassandra got behind him and put her fingers in his head.

She began to whisper something and within the next minute she let go. Deadpool shook his head and started rambling yet again, "You are so mean! I could taste your fingers! They taste like hate, and where in God's name is the intimacy coordinator?!"

"You're so lost Mr Wilson, long before you came here." Cassandra told him.

He took out his knife and held it up, "This is baby knife, she's gonna fuck you in the face now."

Cassandra looked at the knife at back at him, "If you're going to kill me it's going to take more then a little blade."

"How about six?" Before she could say anything else, Wolverine came up behind her and stabbed her with his claws.

"Holy shit" You said covering your mouth.

Before you could celebrate, Cassandra began laughing and fell from the claws, "This has been fun but the big guy needs to eat and the rent is due." She turned around walking away as a looming shadow of darkness rose above the skeleton you were in.

Before anyone had a chance to say anything people had scattered and Deadpool grabbed you and hoisted you up over his shoulder taking you towards the machine Wolverine was trying to fix for an escape.

You hadn't a second to say anything because the next thing you knew, you were being taken with them hopefully away from the giant monster.

[neganwifey25-blog]

Me every time I watch Antman 3😭😂

[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x Reader pt.3

Listen here folks, I remember a lot from the movie however most of those memories are Hugh Jackman's abs

I hope this is alright, I added a few bits and obviously there will be dialogue that I have forgotten but I really hope it's semi-good, I know a lot of you have wanted a third part so hopefully it lives up to your standards 🫶

There be "violence" in this one

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Logan had spent the journey drinking Gambit's booze and watching you sleep. You looked younger when you slept, less worn. He used to love taking you to your room when you fell asleep grading his pupil's papers or even just watching TV in the sitting room. He'd scoop you up in his arms and secure you safely in your room, then eventually he'd settle you in his. 

You had said the word husband yesterday, that wasn't lost on him. You'd been married to your version of Wolverine. One that wasn't too ‘macho’ to ask. One that loved you freely. He was a fucking idiot for being scared to take that leap. He and you had settled into a fuck-buddy-but-there-were-feelings-involved situation. 

He could've had more with you. 

Maybe if he was with you he wouldn't have been at a bar when the humans attacked.

He was lost without his friends but he was truly wrecked without you. When he found your body amongst the pile of mutants something inside him snapped. He couldn't stop hurting people. It began with the bad, then the semi-bad, then the not bad and eventually he killed innocents. He killed people that didn't deserve it. He made a bad name for the mutants and the X-Men. He killed the X-Men by tarnishing the memory. 

He couldn't be without you again. He'd bring you with him, take you to wherever Deadpool was taking him.

Surely he could convince you.

“You'll have to wake her soon.” Laura's voice pulled him from his thoughts. She was staring intensely but not in an intimidating way. He didn't think she could stare without the intensity behind her eyes. She was born with it, through him. 

“I will.” He agreed. 

“You want some?” She raised an open cereal box. He didn't know why but he didn't want to insult her any more. He accepted some and thanked her. It was chalky but tasted vaguely like chocolate. Laura still just watched Logan, every stretch of his jaw as he chewed and eventually swallowed and then she still gazed into his soul  “You love her.” 

Logan didn't think it was a question but responded. He couldn't disagree if he wanted to. “Yes.” 

“I do, too.” She flicked her eyes to your face and then turned her head, repositioning herself on Blade's shoulder. 

Logan stayed still for another few minutes but the silhouette of the giant, Wade called Paul Rudd, became visible in the distance. It was time to wake you. 

He delicately shook your shoulder and you frowned, grumbling and burrowing higher into his neck.

“Baby.” Logan shook you again, and you let out a huff, squinting open one eye. “We'll be there soon.” 

You raised your head and slowly sat up, eyes sleepy and letting out a small yawn. Logan gave you a soft smile as he flattened a piece of hair that had stuck out, his hand slid down to caress your cheek. 

“You could come with us.” 

“With you?” Your brain was still mush. “I can't leave them.” 

“No.” He lied. “You should be up there in the skull with ‘Pool and me. It would be a better vantage point for you.” 

The plan was to have Laura, Elektra, Blade, and Gambit on the offence whilst you were their defence. You always were the protector, the shield of the group. Wade and Logan were going to distract and then use Juggernaut’s helm to bargain with Cassandra Nova. 

You took a moment to consider with your slow brain but then agreed. “Yeah, that's probably a good idea.” 

You continued to wake yourself up, preparing for a fight. It wasn't hard to, everyday in this wasteland was a fight. Everyone seemed to work for this Cassandra lady which meant that they wanted to kill you for not. 

In your peripheral you saw Blade open the sunroof, before rummaging in his bag.

Gambit spoke over the radio, “so, ami, ‘e gonna be ‘lastin’ a way through those’re hands.” 

“What he means to ask is how are we going to get through? I feel like that was an integral part of this plan and I have miss-” Wade cut himself off when he felt movement behind him. Blade had stood and freed the rocket launcher, hoisting it over his shoulder and aiming. “Oh my god, where did you get that?” 

El glanced through the rearview mirror and answered, “Punisher.” slamming her foot down on the gas.

“What one there's been like five?” 

You couldn't hear the end of his question as Blade fired the shot, it landed right in the centre breaking the fingers. 

“Hold on!” El ordered as she expertly spun the car to the left. 

Smoke plumed as you all were quick to exit. Elektra, Wade and Blade were to the left side. Logan, yourself and Laura to the right, Gambit was in the middle shuffling his deck. 

The others: mutants, supes, enhanced, all crowded you, waiting for the order to kill. There were familiar faces such as Lady Deathstrike, Toad, Juggernaut and Blob. There were others that you were fairly sure you recognised through their distinctive features despite them having different faces, like Azazel and Pyro. 

There were a good fifty more circling you, Laura smirked putting her sunglasses on. Blade spun his weapons then tapped one on Elektra's sais in a ‘cheers’ motion. Wade had his katanas out and your Wolverines both extended their claws. You and Gambit, the only ones with ‘magic’ powers stayed fairly still, well, as still as he could be. 

Cassandra was standing above you all in the skull of an Ant-Man, you remembered when he got there. She was quick to free him of skin and then organs. Positioning him in this horrid way, using his body as a base. It made you sick when you thought of the palaces and the buildings that came through the portals in abundance. 

“You came back.” She spoke. Her accent was posh but her tone was clipped. Clearly annoyed. 

“You have to send us back!” Wade shouted. 

She gave you a smirk and retreated into the right eye socket. 

Here's where the fun begins. 

“Let's fucking go!” Deadpool yelled. You all let out a war cry, Gambit's being “Allons!” as you all depart at the same time, each of you taking a side and going for it. Blade went toe to toe with Toad, Elektra fought Lady Deathstrike, Logan fought a very large man you didn't recognize, Wade fought a Doc Ock, Gambit took on a group of four, and Laura went for the big guy himself. Juggernaut. 

You were paired with Azazel. The man zapping about, striking you and vanishing before you could catch him. It took his tail tripping you for you to land on your back and actually be in a good-visibility position. Quickly you trapped him in a forcefield. It was an intense battle of power. The field had been a bubble but you wrapped it around his appendages and forced him to stay in one spot. Forced him still. But he struggled. He fought against you, red mist seeping from the forcefield as he thrashed about. 

You had trapped him but couldn’t do anything to dispose of him. If you flung him away he would just reappear and it was getting noticed that you were distracted. Quickly you rose to your feet, arms still extended, shaking with brute force and out of the corner of your eye you could see her. She ran towards you and you dropped on hand flinging a force field in the shape of a disc - you had so eloquently named a forcedisc - at her. It sliced through her side but she didn't stop. 

“El!” You yelled, barely dodging the acid she spat. Your arms stayed extended in the same position but you managed to kick her in the chest as she took a deep breath. She spluttered, acid dripping down her face and landing on her shirt. Her skin was immune but the fabric burned. 

Elektra spun to your call and nodded, having fought with you before she understood what was needed. 

You moved Azazel over to her and Elektra stabbed him, your forcefield opening just as the sai made contact. 

As you focused on the exact millisecond to release your palms, ‘acidgirl’ was able to choke you from behind. You conjured a muzzle over her mouth and held it there. Quickly plucking your knife out. 

Killing wasn't exactly new to you but it always felt bad, no matter if the feeling got smaller and smaller each time. You still felt guilty as you thrust behind and stabbed her stomach. 

Once you released the field her acid fell upon your shoulder. The suit fizzled and you were quick to pull the fabric from your skin. It still burned through but you pushed on. 

“Oit L/N!” Wade shouted over spinning cartoonishly across Logan's back to stab someone. 

You hadn't realised how isolated you were compared to the others, you were right at the back of the group, by the car. You threw out some forcediscs holding them stationary and jumped on them, over the heads of those trying to kill you. You ran, ascending up, towards the skull, flinging a couple out for Wade and Logan. They were quick to follow your cue and you made sure they and you got to each eye socket. 

They entered the right as you perched in the left, finding yourself at a much better position strategically.

Their plan was distraction. Yours was protection. You could do yours in your sleep. Quickly stopping a hammer landing on Elektra and misplacing a punch to Gambit. 

You had gotten more powerful being here. You had to. Your forcefields were no longer merely for protection, they could now be used as a force. Similar to Jean’s telekinesis except you were still using the forcefields, only they were now differently shaped, i.e. the ball that had knocked into the man's fist when he aimed for Gambit's face. 

A gate fell to the floor, landing on the Honda, and a creature stalked out of it, dark claws crushing the car as though it was tissue paper. 

You were quick to try and halt the thing. It was a humongous wolf? You couldn't be sure as it had two sets of eyes and three tails. It was clearly not from your version of earth. 

“Let it go!” Blade yelled up, smiling wide. “I got this!” 

You obeyed his order and focused your energy on Laura. Who had just decapitated Juggernaut. That's my girl. 

Quickly you flung multiple discs for her to jump onto, she was efficient as always and leapt towards the right eye socket when Psylocke's lasso yanked her back.

“Laura!” You screamed, instinctively opening a field around her head and closing your fist, crushing it - you'd never even thought to do that, never once occurred to use your power that way - just in time your baby tossed her backpack into the eye socket and it skidded across the marble floor and straight into Deadpool's awaiting hand.

You hadn't even noticed what was going on behind you. There was talking and now nothing. Sneaking a glance you saw Logan on his knees with Cassandra holding his cheeks. Her fingers disappeared into his skin, he was twitching slightly but she looked peaceful. 

Wade quickly revealed the helm and tiptoed behind her. 

“BOOM!” Gambit’s voice could be heard and then a series of much larger explosions than you were used to detonated. 

You were brought back to the battle at hand and decided that maybe crushing heads was the way to go when you saved El, who had been cornered by two men. 

Blade, having been fighting the beast, was currently sat on top of it and plunged a knife into its head. Downing the creature. 

There actually wasn't an awful lot of enemies left to fight and you were feeling good about the outcome when you saw it.

Alioth. 

The celestial dragon had its gaze set upon you. “Guys!” You called down. “Alioth is coming!” 

Realistically there wasn't anything you could do. You couldn't shield them from this. But perhaps Cassandra could? Did she save people from the dragon? Surely she didn't offer them up, right?

“Get inside!” You ordered and quickly turned to find Wade holding her firmly with Juggernaut’s helmet forced upon her. 

Logan was talking to her and you jogged over. 

“Alioth is coming.” You informed. 

“I can't save you with this on my head.” She taunted. 

“You won't save us anyway!” Wade countered, “Logan, you want me to off her?” His fingers twitched near her neck. 

“No.” Logan shook his head. 

“You sure? I'm right here.” 

“It's not what-Charles wouldn't want that. If he knew about you, my Charles, he would stop at nothing to come find you. To save you. He would've loved you.” 

You had known Cassandra for her reputation. She was the big cheese, she called the shots, she had an immense power and used it to do whatever she wanted. Everyone else were her playthings. But here, with the helm on, she looked small. She was tiny and thin and her eyes glossed over at Logan's words. 

“Mine, too.” You knew you didn't have to speak but you wanted her to know. That was the X-Man in you. Charles’ influence. Everyone deserves help. 

She looked at you and you felt as though she was looking into your very soul. Her eyes, even powerless, were weighty. 

“We can't release her, she'll kill us.” Wade reminded you. He wasn't wrong. What could you do? What should you do? 

You didn't have the time to think of a plan. “We need to hurry up, that monster is on its way.” 

A gunshot echoed through the skull as well as your own. You quickly forced a shield up, covering the four of you. 

Pyro was behind it, pointing the weapon at Cassandra. Your eyes followed the angle to see she was beginning to bleed heavily from her stomach. 

“I am tired of being her errand boy! 'Do this, get that', well no more!” He sauntered towards you all, the gun lowered to his side, you slowly eased the shield back as he spoke. “When is it my turn? First Magneto, then Apocalypse, Scarlet Witch and now Cassandra Nova!” 

When he was within range Logan silenced him with an efficient right hook. You know it hurt, because that man was heavy. 

“Not everyone gets a speech.” 

Blood splurged from Cassandra’s mouth as she coughed. “Shit!”  

“Wade, you have to take her helmet off.” 

“She, again, will. Kill. Us.” He tightened his hold. “You missed it, she said she'd ‘rub herself silly watching’ a second ago!”

“She's dying.” You argued. 

Logan agreed, “she needs her powers to help us, we're stuck here if she dies.” 

Wade let out a frustrated yell before he conceded and yanked the helmet off her. Her body fell to the floor as he let go and you were quick to help her. 

“It's okay, can you hea-” She was already up and standing, leaving you kneeling on the floor. “Oh.” 

You stood to your full height and watched as she kicked Pyro’s body before addressing you. “A wizard came through here. He died and I got this.” She revealed a fancy ring. Causing Wade to gasp and say ‘strange’. “You saved me and I am curious to how this will play out...so I suppose I can get you back, but you better hurry. As your friend mentioned, Alioth is coming.” 

Cassandra raised her arms and spun a circle, forming a physical one as she did. It crackled and sparked and in the centre was a street. There were cars and houses and people. It was home. Or a version of a home. 

It was civilisation. 

After all this time you could smell it. 

“Go on.” She nodded towards the ‘portal’. 

Logan grasped your hand and you were tempted. By god you were. 

But Gambit, Elektra, Blade and Laura. Your Laura who you had to help with her periods and hygiene; Laura who came into your room when she had a bad dream; Laura who had offered to help feed Blade - in a similar fashion that Logan did - because she ‘healed’ and didn't want you guys to suffer. 

You pulled free from him. “I can't leave her.”  

“Y/N.” Logan tried again. “This is your chance to escape!” 

“I won't leave her.” You clarified. 

“I-” 

“Guys, chop chop!” Wade accentuated the words with a clap. 

“Save the world and come back for me.” You offered lamely. It was a very long shot. But what else could you say? You knew he was here to save Deadpool's world, if it worked maybe you could all live there?

“I can't lea-” 

You pushed him away. “Go. I'll be here.” 

.

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Part 4

[brokebonewritings]

It's Always Been Us

Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags: 18+, Fluff, Getting Together, Mentions of Alcohol

Summary: Matt retells a story of a night you haven't thought about for a long time. Song: Paul Rudd by Claud

Word Count: 1.4K

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Laughter filled the small space of your apartment. Not only of your and Matt’s but of your cousin visiting for dinner. Peter had called the day prior insisting on joining you both for dinner. Of course, you had no qualms and Matt enjoyed the younger man’s company just as much.

The current conversation was fixed on how you had pinned for Matt throughout college. Now that you were together, all the waiting and pining seemed worth it. You looked over at Matt and felt your heart swell with love.

"No way you were that in love." Peter chided.

You blushed and rolled the fork against the plate. "I mean, I wouldn't say I was in love or anything."

"I remember the night you almost confessed." Matt's voice flowed calmly through the air.

You and Peter both look towards your boyfriend. Your eyebrows were already raised with surprise, "What?"

"Oh yes! I have to hear this story!" Peter said, earning a chuckle from Matt.

"Well for starters, I have to preface that we were in college and being under the influence was a highlight of our weeks."

"Matt! Don't tell him that!" 

Peter shushes you, leaning on the table fully invested in the storytime. You roll your eyes, but can't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. You remember that night vividly, the one Matt is referring to.

Walking down the steamed sidewalk, Foggy was leading the way to ‘the most incredible party of the year’. You had worried that both you and Matt would be overwhelmed by the amount of people, however he insisted it would be a small get together. Oftentimes it was not in fact a small get together. 

“How did you even find out about this get together?” You questioned. 

“I have my sources. Just like a magician, I will never share my secrets.” He said, swinging his arms happily in front of you.

“Is he doing that cartoon character walk again?” Matt asked beside you. 

You giggled quietly. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.” He responds, and you catch a glimpse of the small smile that danced across his face.

Foggy shoved his hands in his pockets as he listened to you and Matt conversing. “Okay fine! I heard an upperclassmen talk about it, and said it was an open door to everyone.”

“Aha! I knew something seemed weird about this. We’re crashing a party!” 

As the three of you made your way into the party, you were met with a sea of people, music blaring at full volume, and the smell of alcohol filling the air. You had never been a big party person, but feeling Matt’s grip on your arm tightened reminded you of why you decided to come. 

You stuck close to Matt as you navigated through the crowd, your heart pounding with excitement and nerves. The pulsating music seemed to vibrate through your entire body, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill at the chaos surrounding you.

Foggy was quick to disappear into the crowd, eager to make new acquaintances and revel in the party spirit. After what felt like an eternity, you reached a less crowded area near a makeshift bar.

You can see the way his jaw tightens and the noise in the house gets louder. It wasn't often that you saw him in such crowded and chaotic environments, but tonight was different. Tonight was about letting loose and having fun.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, leaning closer to him to be heard over the music.

Matt tilts his head towards you, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "Yeah, it's just... a lot. But I'm glad I'm here with you."

"Awe Murdock, Am I growing on you?"

"You can certainly say that" His chuckle soft in your ear.

His words warm your heart, and you squeeze his hand reassuringly. "Well you just stick with me, okay? Just focus on me and let the rest of the world fade away."

He nods gratefully, taking a sip of his drink before turning his attention back to you. The noise and commotion around you both fade into the background as you engage in deep conversation, sharing stories, laughter and drinks.

After a few more drinks, you decide to guide Matt to a worn-out couch tucked away in a corner, granting some respite from the overwhelming atmosphere. As you settled onto the couch, Matt's hand found its way to the small of your back, his touch grounding you amidst the chaotic energy.

The two of you sat close together, your bodies pressed against each other as you leaned into his warmth. The music continued to pulse through the air, but in this moment, it was nothing more than a distant hum.

"I'm really glad we came tonight," you confessed as you fidget with your cup. 

You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. There were so many layers to Matt, so much strength and vulnerability intertwined within him. And in moments like these, when he allowed himself to let go and simply be, you felt privileged to witness that side of him.

Leaning in closer, you captured his lips in a tender kiss. It started slow and gentle, a sweet exploration of each oth-

"WAIT! Wait, Hold On!" Peter screeches, he folds his arms across his chest before chiding "That is so fake! You said this was almost a confession."

The laughter that escapes your lips is infectious. Before you know it, all three of you are in stitches. It continued for about 5 minutes before everyone began to calm down.

"Apologies, it was the perfect opportunity for a joke." Matt is still stifling his laughter.

"Oh, Pete! The look on your face was priceless!" 

Peter is unamused at this point. Both you and Matt were definitely two peas in a pod.

"Right," Matt clears his throat "Anyways, so we're on this couch..."

"I'm really glad we came tonight," you confessed as you fidget with your cup.

"Why is that?"

"Because I like being around you, and talking to you."

Matt smiled softly, his fingers tracing patterns along your arm. "Me too. It's nice to just be here with you, you make me feel seen, understood."

"I feel the same way, Matt. You've brought so much light into my life." The both of you sit in silence for a bit. As the loud EDM fades away, you say quietly. "I think I need to tell you something."

"Oh yeah?" His eyebrows raise as he turns his head in your direction. "What is it?"

Before you're able to say anything you feel your flip phone vibrate in your pocket. You pull it out to see it's the number of a close family friend. "Shit, Matt, I'm sorry I have to take this."

He nods before standing with you and you lead the both of you outside.

"What happened after that?" Peter is understandably confused.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat. "Well, actually, It was the night I found out my dad had passed."

"Oh man, Y/N, I'm so sorry." Peter starts.

“It’s okay! Really.” You say, “I’m glad I didn’t tell him that night.”

“Sweetheart.” Matt feigns offense. “I’m hurt.”

 “Shut it, Murdock!” You giggle before responding. “I’m glad it didn’t happen because I don’t think I would be where I am today.”

You all finish up dinner, the conversation continues with talk of school, cases, and projects. It was lighthearted, and having them both there made the apartment feel more like a home.

Peter helps you with the dishes while Matt takes a call for work. 

"You think he's the one?" Peter asks innocently.

Turning your head to look back at Matt, you can see the back of his head turn slightly while sitting on the couch. You know he can hear you.

"I really think so. He's my endgame."

"That's major then." 

You hum in response before changing the subject. Thinking back at the story Matt had told earlier. You did have regrets about that night, like leaving Foggy behind when the cops showed up and not talking to Matt later on about what you were going to say.

However, you feel as though your bond with Matt now was more solidified after being friends for so many years. Nothing could have warned you for the amount of love you felt for him now. 

"You think I can come over for Dinner every week?" Peter says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I would really love that, Pete!" You respond. "What days were you thinking?"

"Well I have this internship most days, but maybe Tuesdays?"

"Tuesdays are perfect. Of course you'll have to tell me all about that internship."

You hear the awkwardness of his chuckle before he responds, "Maybe one day."

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