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my mini multiverse of madness…

Soulmates (Peter Parker x Reader AU) 

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Soulmates share injuries. When you broke your toe on a banister when you were ten, a boy in Queens felt the pain with you and wore a boot for two weeks. When that boy was thrown into the lockers of his school, sharp pain rang through your body, and you could feel the locker vents digging into your back, even though you weren’t anywhere near lockers. Now, you’ve never met your soulmate, but you grew to have a certain level of warmth that you felt towards them. And when you’re soon covered in bruises that you definitely did not get, you start to get worried. 

Because what’s wrong? Why would your soulmate have all of these bruises that now mark your skin, purple and yellow and sore? You’re concerned. 

But there wasn’t much you could do about it. You just kept going to school and living your normal life, and when your classmates would ask you about the bruises covering your arms, you would just shrug it off and say they belonged to your soulmate. 

You were worried that maybe they were getting beat up, the way it felt. You could be lying in bed reading when all of a sudden, you felt like someone was punching you, trying to harm you. Your soulmate must’ve been a half-decent fighter though—you could tell when they were ducking out of harm’s way. But you grew sick and self-conscious of the bruises, and soon, you were only wearing long sleeve shirts so as to cover your arms.

One morning, you pulled on a long-sleeved white t-shirt, which you wore a graphic tee over, then threw on a pair of jeans and a beanie. You tied on your shoes and walked down the street to go to the bank to cash a check. Your great-aunt wrote you a check for twenty dollars every year about three months after your birthday—she must’ve had the date wrong on her calendar, but it was a kind gesture that you appreciated—so you strolled on down the street. You didn’t often go to the bank otherwise; so much of money transfer is electronic now, anyways. It felt like a nice tradition though, so you enjoyed going.

You got into line to talk to the woman at the front desk. Gently tapping your foot, you admired the beautiful building around you. The man in front of you turned around and gave you a look, and you stopped tapping your foot. He nodded, and moved his gaze back to facing forward. 

“EVERYBODY FREEZE!” A man suddenly shouted. “Hands up!” You turned around and saw multiple people, all with masks on, armed with guns. You threw your hands up, horrified at the sight. What on Earth…? “PUT YOUR PHONES DOWN!” 

Frightened as hell, you did what he said and put your phone on the floor. Everything felt fuzzy after that. The fear, the adrenaline, the chaos, confusion, and abnormality of the situation all got you to pass out on the ground. 

When you woke up, you were in the arms of someone who you knew. Not personally, per se, but… this was Spiderman. Everyone knew Spiderman. You let out a sharp scream of surprise, then quickly covered your mouth. “Sorry, sorry,” you said apologetically. “What just– did I– why are you–?”

“It’s all good,” Spiderman answered. He sounded a lot younger than you’d initially thought—almost like he was your own age. “There was a bank robbery. You passed out, which is fine, I mean, it’s scary, but I got rid of them, so you should be all good now? I don’t know? Have some water, maybe. I don’t really know what you’re supposed to do after you pass out. I am kind of worried about your arms, though…” he gently rolled back your sleeve to show the ugly yellow bruises that stained your skin like a coffee ring on a wooden table. 

“Oh, that’s fine, it’s my soulmate’s,” you said casually. “I think they get beaten up a lot.”

Spiderman went silent. Then, without saying a single word, he gently rolled back his sleeve to reveal bruises in the exact same places. Your mouth dropped open in shock. Your soulmate was…Spiderman? How lucky was that? Why you? And did he just…he just saved you… and he’s your soulmate?

“Are you…?” you asked nervously, not even finishing your own question. 

He knew what you meant, though. “Yeah, I think so.” He pulled off his mask, and you saw his face. He looked to be about your age, with a heart shaped face and a sharp nose. His eyes were this wonderful kind of soft blue, and he was definitely not who you’d pictured to be Spiderman. “My name’s Peter. I’m…I’m Peter Parker. And I guess I do get beat up a lot, just by like…bad guys instead of bullies in school.” 

You smiled at his honest answer. He was sweet. “Well, nice to meet you, Peter. I’m Y/N.”

“Nice name.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you want some water or something…? I can google what you’re supposed to do after you pass out, I feel like this is the kind of thing I should know,” Peter rattled out.

You nodded. “It does feel like something you’d often run into in your…line of work, I guess. What do you do for work?”

“Well, right now I just go to school, but sometimes stuff with Tony Stark, y’know, Stark Industries and inventing kinds of things,” Peter informed you with a smile, pulling out his phone to google.

“Fancy,” you grinned. “Someone as smart as you should definitely know what to do if someone passes out by now.”

“Hey!” Peter playfully exclaimed at your teasing remark. “That’s not very nice, y’know. And I did just save you.”

“That you did,” you conceded with a nod. “Thanks for that, Peter.”

“You’re welcome,” Peter answered. “Google says to keep lying down and drink water.” 

“You gonna stay?”

“I promise.”

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Morgan walks in to see Peter and Harley Keener fighting as Y/N watches…

Peter: I’m his favorite! I’m an Avenger!

Harley: no I’m his fav! I aided him with my potato gun!

Morgan: what’s going on?

Y/N: they’re arguing about who’s Dad’s favorite son

Morgan: but you’re Dad’s actual-

Y/N motions for Morgan not to speak as he hands her a juice pop. The two just watch…

Peter and Harley continue arguing…

[afictionaladventure16]

Thinking Out Loud (Tom Holland x Downey!Reader)

Part 7

Thinking Out Loud Masterlist

Previously on Thinking Out Loud...

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, and cheating. Word Count: 1,264

A/N: This chapter is crappy, but hope y’all enjoy it! 

You were resting on top of Tom as you both watched Toy Story 2. It had been a month since your first date with Tom and he had taken you on many dates afterward but he still hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend. You weren’t worried but you did wonder why he was taking so long to ask you. If he had asked you during the first date you would have said yes. You still would. 

You felt Tom rub your back in a back and forth motion, it made your worries go away. You looked up towards him, he could feel your eyes on him. He looked down and smiled at you, “what?” he said with a small chuckle. 

You smiled, “just admiring you,” you said softly. 

He playfully rolled his eyes and leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Whoa,” you both turned your heads to the sound of the familiar voice, “I think I had too much to drink,” Harrison said as he looked at his two best friends that had just kissed then down towards the bottle of vodka he’d been holding. 

You quickly got off of Tom as Tom quickly jumped off the couch, “What the hell, Haz! What are you doing here?!” 

Harrison made his way over to the couch, plopping himself down next to you, “Eliza broke up with me.” 

“Holy shit, Haz,” Tom said as he sat down next to his best friend, “but, you guys just got engaged… wh-what happened?” 

“I came home from w-work and she… she was doing it with her fucking trainer,” Harrison took another swig from the bottle, you took this as your cue to leave him and Tom alone. 

“I’ll be in my room,” you said to Tom as you got up from the couch. Tom gave you a thankful smile as he watched you walk away before turning his attention back to his broken-hearted best friend. 

Tom came into your room about an hour later, “how is he?” you asked as he sat down on your bed next to you. 

“Better,” he said softly, “just trying to sober him up, but I think he’s about to knock out.” 

“You’re not gonna let him sleep on the couch are you?” 

“Well, where else would he sleep?” 

“My room,” you said as you got up from the bed, “I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

“Y/N, no, I’ll sleep on the couch, you can sleep on my bed.” You were about to protest but Tom pulled you in for a kiss, “I insist,” he said as he let go of the kiss.

You knew that arguing with Tom would be pointless, “alright, I just need to change into my PJs and Harrison can have the room all to himself.” Tom placed a small kiss on your cheek before leaving you to change. Once you were done, you made your way into the living room. 

Tom was helping Harrison off the couch, “Okay, Haz, Y/N has offered her bed for the night so you don’t have to sleep on the couch,” He began to say, “and trust me, sleeping on this couch will give you a major hangover,” he mumbled as he placed Harrison's arm around his shoulder for support. 

“Are you not gonna explain what I saw?” Harrison slurred. 

You chuckled, “maybe when you’re sober, Haz,” you said softly as you walked further into the living room. 

You watched as Tom led Harrison out of the living room. You couldn’t help but notice how caring he was towards his friends, the way he whispered that everything will be alright to Harrison, his best friend for more than ten years. Most guys wouldn’t dare to be gentle with their other guy friends in fear of being called out as being gay, but Tom didn’t care. He just wanted his best friend to know that someone cared for him in these troubling times. 

Tom soon came back into the living, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek, “thank you, love,” he said softly before walking over to the couch and rearranging the pillows. 

“You’re not actually gonna sleep on the couch, are you?” you asked as you leaned your stomach against the back of the couch, facing towards Tom who was on the other side. 

“Well, where else would I sleep?” he questioned as he looked towards you. 

You glanced towards the hallway, “there’s room for two on that bed of yours,” you stated. 

Tom looked over at you and smiled, he had thought about it before but didn’t want to pressure you, but now that you’ve suggested it, “that is true,” he smirked. 

“Come to bed, love,” you whispered as you gave him a wink before walking down the hall. 

Tom chuckled, placing the pillow he was holding back onto the couch. 

When Tom walked into the room, you were already under the covers. Tom quietly slid under the covers, you shifted so you were facing him. Smiling as your eyes met his, “goodnight, my love,” Tom said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Goodnight, Tom,” you said before shifting once more so your back was facing him. You felt his arms pull you closer to him. I could get used to this, you thought as you slowly drifted off to sleep. 

~ 

You woke up to what sounded like pots and pans hitting against each other, you looked over to see that Tom was still asleep. You sighed and got out of bed, making your way into the kitchen. You saw Harrison looking through the cabinets, “what the hell, Harrison,” you exclaimed. 

“Shhh,” he rubbed his head.

You chuckled as you walked over to the fridge, “hungover?” 

“No, shit,” he mumbled. 

“I got the best remedy,” you stated as you started to take out ingredients.

“Which is?” He asked as he looked over the ingredients you were placing on the counter.

“You’ll see, first I need to get some coffee in your system,” you walked over to the coffee pot, turning it on. 

Tom came walking into the kitchen a few minutes later, “morning,” he said as he gave a small nod to Harrison before walking over to you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, “good morning, beautiful.” 

“I just get a ‘morning’ but she gets a ‘good morning, beautiful’? That’s just a new low, Tom,” Harrison said with a smirk. 

Tom glared at him, “Shut up, Haz.” 

Harrison chuckled, “so,” Harrison grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee, “how long has this been going on?” He gestured to the two of you. 

You had begun making the remedy by this time. You glanced over to Tom who was standing beside you, “since that day we all went to the club,” you said with a smile. 

“A month?!” 

“We were going to tell you,” Tom defended, “we just… We liked the privacy we had, have and we just got so caught up in us.” 

“Aww this is so cute,” Harrison exclaimed, “I’m happy for both of you.” You gave Harrison a smile 

“We’d also appreciate it if you kept it a secret… just until we’re ready to announce our relationship.” 

“Of course! My lips are sealed!” Harrison told Tom. 

“Thank you,” you said before continuing your remedy

“Ar-are you making a bloody mary?” Harrison questioned. 

“Took you long enough,” you mumbled, “the best cure for a hangover is to drink.” You finished the bloody mary, handing it over to Harrison, “drink this then back to bed.” 

“Yes, mum,” Harrison said causing you to roll your eyes.

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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✨

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Behind Closed Doors (PART 1)

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! Sorry that this took a while to make. Sorry for any mistakes/errors that are discovered.

DISCLAIMERS: Minors DNI and female readers, I'll let you read my fic but do not fetishize it! If I find out about it, all-female readers will be banned. REMEMBER! This is fiction. I mean no offense, harm, or disrespect to these celebrities.

Pairings (Yandere for all): Chris Evans x male reader; Chris Hemsworth x male reader; Tom Holland x male reader; Robert Downey Jr. x male reader; Aaron Taylor Johnson x male reader; Sebastian Stan x male reader; Anthony Mackie x male reader; Paul Rudd x male reader; Jeremy Renner x male reader; Benedict Cumberbatch x male reader.

Rating: Contain explicit content.

Warnings: bottom male reader, top male celebrities, obsession, possessive behavior, dark themes, murder, description of murder, blood, blood kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, innocent/oblivious male reader, gaslighting, mention of a past relationship, double penetration, threesome/tensome, rough smut, daddy along with master kink, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, breeding kink, pregnancies kink, pits/musk kink, and biting kink.

Readers' nicknames; Angel, sweetheart, darling, doll, baby, honey, baby boy, babe, pumpkin, and sugar.

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: When you first join the production crew, you never expected to gain all the attention of ten males. Then all those actors would soon develop sinister thoughts about what they could do to you. What would you do if ten crazy people fell in love with you?

@firefly-graphics is the one who made the divider used.

BY CLICKING READ MORE, YOU WILL BE VIEWING DARK CONTENT! IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT, LEAVE NOW. FOR THOSE WHO ARE GOING TO READ THIS, ENJOY IT! I TRIED!

“How is my baby boy doing?” One of the guys said from behind you as they wrapped their arms around your waist, pulling you closer to them. You snuggle into their embrace, but in the back of your head, you knew this was wrong.

These men robbed you of your life. They took you away from everyone you've known and loved. Their sweet words manipulated you into believing that you had no one else but them.

You could still remember the day you first met them, the day where it all started. If you weren’t under their influence and had free thoughts, you would have hoped that you had never met any of them.

5-years ago.

You danced around the living room as you had just found out that you had been hired by the higher-ups to be a part of the production for the sequel to the third installment of the Avengers, selected to work as a make-up artist--but also as the set medic.

Since you were the key make-up artist, not only do you work for the director--but also the production designer, director of photography, and wardrobe designer craft cohesive looks that contribute to the film’s aesthetic.

You were familiar with the set medic. All you had to do was prepare for a short-term response to medical emergencies.

Your friends and family congratulated you on your role. Your friends took you out to the club to party. Some of them were jealous that you could be around one of the actors. That was true; you never thought of that until they mentioned it.

Maybe, you’ll get to meet the one and only Chris Evans or Chris Hemsworth! You always had a crush on Chris Evans. Tomorrow, you get to be on the set of Marvel. You couldn’t sleep that night as you were excited but eventually fell asleep.

*7:30 am*

The sun’s rays beamed down through your curtains, signaling that dawn has arrived. You groan at the light filling your room. “What time is it?” you said, half asleep as you tried reading the time on your phone.

“7:30?!” You screamed, quickly getting out of bed, sheets flying everywhere as you hurried to get ready.

After you looked presentable enough, you dashed out the door and drove to the set. After a 20-minute drive, you arrived there. Once you showed the guards that you worked as the Key make-up artist and set medic, they let you in.

Now, you had to find Joe and Anthony Russo, the directors. After asking around and searching for ten minutes, you finally found them both. They were talking with some of the actors and giving instructions. You walk up to them.

You tap Joe on the shoulder, getting his attention. “Can I help you with something?” He asked, also gaining the attention of Anthony. “Yes, I’m the new head of the hair and make-up departments and the set’s medic,” you said with a smile on your face.

“Oh yeah, nice to meet you! What’s your name?” Anthony says in an enthusiastic voice. He shook hands with you, welcoming you to the film production crew. “M/n. M/n L/n,” you said, returning the handshake.

“Welcome to the crew, M/n. Come walk with us and talk.” Joe says as he gestures to you to follow him and Anthony. Alongside Joe and Anthony, you explored the set, chatting about the mundane requirements that came with the job. Then came your question.

“What happened to the other person?” You questioned Joe and Anthony’s muscles before they regained their composure. You glanced at both men in confusion. “They left because of… personal reasons,” Anthony said, drifting off on the last part.

“Personal reasons?” Both men then stared at you for a second before saying. “It's nothing to worry about. You’re the new head! You don’t need to worry at all.���

Something was wrong, but you chose to ignore it.

Meanwhile…

Chris and the other male actors were sitting in his trailer. All of them were upset that their favorite person quit.

“The nerve of that woman,” Tom growled under his breath as his eyes twitched in annoyance. The others agreed with him, sharing their strong feelings towards the ex-film crew member.

“I heard they hired a new person to fill in her spot.” The male from Boston spoke, this new information gaining the attention of everyone around him. “Really? Who is it?” Jeremy said curiously. Chris shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I heard they hired a boy to take her spot.” Everyone's eyes widened.

“He won’t be able to replace her!” Sebastian barked, and Anthony agreed with him. Jeremy couldn’t decide if it was worth it. In the back of his head, he knows it's wrong since he’s married and has kids. Everyone was infighting on what to think.

“We can’t start making up assumptions about someone we don’t know!” Chris (H) said, some of the others agreed, the other half grumbled. ‘Maybe, this new person will take her spot?’ Chris (E) thought as he shut out the others.

“Guys, it's time…” Joe said, entering the trailer. He and Anthony were aware of the men’s behavior towards the last one. He couldn’t fire them as it would ruin everything and break the fan’s hearts. Everyone nodded their heads and headed out. ‘I hope they don’t do anything to him.’

“M/n! You’re needed at Chris Evans trailer!” someone yelled through the crowd of people. Chris got injured during one of his scenes. Since you’re the set’s medic, it's your job to look after the actors and crew.

After searching around for his trailer, you found it. You knocked on the door, waiting for Chris to answer. Chris got up after he heard the knocking on his trailer door. When he opened the door, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

In front of him stands the most alluring boy he has ever seen. Chris was drooling as he couldn’t speak. “Um. Hi? I’m here to check up on you.” you said, kind of creeped out by the larger man who was staring at him.

“Sorry, uh… yes, come in.” Chris apologized for the way he acted. He gestures for you to come in. You accepted his apology and walked into his trailer. After doing some examinations, you concluded that he had pulled a muscle. “It’s nothing too serious, just a pulled muscle. It should be better in a couple of days,” you said, giving him your brightest smile.

Chris couldn’t help but blush. Your smile was beautiful. He wanted to keep that smile forever. ‘His smile is adorable and heart-warming. I just wanna glue his lips to the sides of his cheek so I can see that beautiful smile forever.’ Chris didn’t notice that a smile was forming.

“Why are you smiling?” you said, giving him a weird look. Chris snaps out his thoughts at the sound of your smooth voice. He scratches his neck. It was quiet for a minute until Chris breaks the silence. “So, what’s your name?”

“My name? It’s M/n, M/n L/n,” you said, smiling at him again. Chris couldn’t understand what was happening. He had strong feelings for that woman, but this boy is something else. He doesn’t understand why.

“Well, nice to meet you, M/n. As you know, I’m Chris Evans. So, what’s your role here?” Chris asked, not taking his eyes off you.

“I’m the new head of the hair and make-up department along with the set medic,” you said, getting ready to leave and join up with the other department heads to discuss things. Chris’s mouth dropped at the new fact. ‘He’s the replacement?’ He needed to inform the others about this.

“Well, anyway, I have to go. I have a meeting in a few minutes, bye!” you waved goodbye to Chris before running off. ‘You would make a great replacement…’

(Time Skip)

Chris Hemsworth was making his way to Chris's trailer as he had something important to tell him. Chris banged on the door waiting for it to open. Once the door opened, the other Chris pulled him in, closing the door shut.

“What did you want to talk about?“ he said, leaning against the table, crossing his legs.

“Well, remember when I said they hired someone to replace f/n?” Chris (H) nodded his head in confirmation. Before Chris could say anything else, a knock came on the door.

“Excuse me, I left something here! Can I come in?” A boy’s voice could be heard from the other side, Chris’ ears perked up.

When the door opened, Chris’ mouth dropped as you walked in. “M/n, this is Chris. Chris Hemsworth.” Chris (E) introduces you to him.

“Nice to meet you!” You said, looking at Chris with your e/c. He was lost in them. His heart was beating faster, much faster than the last one.

‘Those eyes… they're enchanting. I just wanna rip his eyes out and keep them.’ He snapped out of his daze after he heard you say, “excuse me?”

“Oh, umm… sorry, nice to meet you, M/n,” Chris said, cracking his neck. You told him it was fine and left after you found what you were looking for.

After you left, the two Chris’ began to talk. “So, that’s the new person? He’ll make a great husband.” Chris (H) said, grinning at the many things he could do to you.

“We just have to act like the good guys and lure him in.” Chris (E) said. Both men agreed that you belong to them.

(Time skip)

You were walking with a cup of coffee, too busy looking at your phone until you accidentally bumped into someone. They had a rock-hard chest that felt like a wall.

Your steaming coffee -which cool down- splattered all over the guy’s chest. You looked up to see the one and only, Tom Holland.

“Here, let me help you,” Tom said, leaning down and giving you his hand. You grabbed his hand, he felt electricity coursing through his body. You looked up at him and were met with brown eyes looking down at you. He was lost by the way your hands felt against his.

“Thank you.” You said as you dust yourself, taking your hand away from him. Tom let out a small whine as he wanted to feel you again.

‘His hands felt amazing against mine. I want his hands to stay on me. I may have to cut his hands off… whatever it takes to feel him.’ He was giving you a creepy look while he thought of this.

You felt uncomfortable as he continued to gaze at you. “Thank you… again. I have to go.” You dashed off, leaving Tom, who snapped out of it.

‘Fuck.’

You began to question why the actors, specifically the male ones, have been acting weird around you. They all stare at you with something in their eyes.

“Hey! Wait!” a voice yelled behind you. You turn around to see Tom running at you with his coffee-stained shirt. You stopped walking.

“I just wanna introduce myself! I'm Tom, Tom Holland.” Tom said, reaching out to shake your hand.

“I’m M/n. The head of the hair and makeup department.” You said, shaking Tom’s hand. You noticed he gripped your hand tightly.

“Nice to meet, M/n,” Tom said before releasing your hand. He stared at you for a moment before turning away.

You’ve been working on set for about two weeks and enjoyed the time there. You didn’t talk to anyone that much but Chris Evans and Hemsworth along with Tom would always talk to you.

They were the only ones that talked to you. You didn’t feel anything wrong when around them. That changes whenever you weren’t around them

You didn’t notice the glares that they would give to the poor man or women talking to you. The way they stared at you from afar.

You were too oblivious to notice. They would even flirt but you didn’t catch on which would make them frustrated.

Today was different. You were exhausted and didn't feel like doing anything. Many things happened like someone having a serious injury, many reshoots along with having to get things organized.

You thought that maybe going to the bar was a good idea to cool yourself down and relax. Maybe you have a hangover.

(Timeskip.)

You were enjoying your time. Have a few drinks and talk with some people until you see three familiar people. Sebastian, Anthony, and Paul!

They are having drinks and talking with each other. You decided to approach them. You walked through a sea of people, lights flashing, and loud music playing. “Are you Sebastian, Anthony, and Paul?” You asked, excited to meet them.

They all turned around to greet you but once they saw you, they stopped. All three of them were gobsmacked by you. Paul decided to speak up.

“Yes, yes we are! Who are you?” He said cheerfully as he looked at you. Sebastian and Anthony didn’t know what to say. They were enchanted.

‘This boy… he’s more attractive than her.’ Both men couldn’t believe that anyone else could rival their ex-lover's beauty.

“I get to finally meet y’all! I’d always see y’all around but I never got to say hi. Either way, my name is M/n. I work on set.”

This information perked their ears as they continued to listen to you. “What’s your role on set?” Anthony asked, all other roles were filled and the only one that was open was the role their ex-lover quit.

“I’m the new head of the hair and make-up department along with the set medic!” Their mouths dropped, you were the one replacing her.

Sebastian and Anthony take back what they said two weeks ago.

The four of you talked for a while. You were the main one doing the talking. Sebastian could listen to you ramble on and on.

��His voice is so soft… how will he sound when I have him begging for me?’

Anthony was an observer. He looked deep into you and he can see that you’re an innocent one. Quite oblivious too.

He looked at you closely and noticed how there were bruises and marks along your neck and arms. He felt rage course through him at the ugly marks but this made him wonder.

‘How would his body look like in cuts and bruises? Of course, only I can make those.’

Paul stared at your skin. He imagined himself biting and watching your blood run down. He wonders how you taste. He wants to taste your sweet metallic blood.

‘He looks delicious… I wonder how your blood tastes?’ Paul licks his lips at the thought.

(Timeskip)

You were intoxicated. You told the guys that you were gonna go dance. They all nodded their heads and watched you walk off. They licked their lips as they got a view of your backside. Nothing was happening until some guy decided to dance with you.

You didn’t notice as you were drunk and didn’t have great awareness. The man began to dance against you and rub himself against your ass. You didn’t know what was going but you began to grind against his crotch. The guy’s eyes turned dark as they watched.

Sebastian gripped his cup hard. Anthony poked his cheek while Paul glared at the man.

The man smirks as he begins to rub his hands against your hips. Sebastian wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off that man’s face.

Anthony could see the man whispering something into your ear which made you blush. The guy that was getting touchy with you walked to the bathroom.

Anthony gestures to the others to follow. Sebastian and Paul nodded their heads. Paul brought a bottle with him.

All three men walked into the bathroom to see the man about to leave. Sebastian closed the door and blocked it. While the man was distracted, Paul smashed the bottle against his head. The man groaned in pain as glass shards were scattered everywhere.

Paul picked up the shards and sliced the man’s throat. Blood started gushing out the wound and stained the floor. The man grasps his throat to try and stop the bleeding but it was pointless. Just to be sure, Paul stabbed him ten times.

The man was dead as there was blood everywhere. Nobody heard his screams as the music was too loud. Now, they just have to hide the body.

Sebastian kept watching while Anthony and Paul cleaned the mess. They hid the body in the air vent. After everything was done, they returned to go get you. The problem has been dealt with. They see that you’re really drunk.

Sebastian has the idea to bring you back to his home and wait till you’re awake. Of course, he wasn’t going to do anything.

The others made a deal to share their possessions/lovers. In due time, he’ll get to feel you.

XXXXXXXXX

A/n: I’m gonna be releasing this fic into parts! Each part will contain two parts! So, I will be releasing the next part sometime in the future! Anyways, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓

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[theobsessedbrunet]

Like a father

Pairings: Tony Stark & Steve Rogers & Y/n, Angst (maybe a little fluff)

 "Tony, she has potential. You can't keep her locked up in your tower."

 "That's exactly what I can do and will. I don't want her to experience what all of us have experienced, what we carry, our luggage." Tony said as he placed the heavy proto type on the lab table and stared at up at Steve, his jaw tightening.

 Steve looked at Tony, sympathy glowing on his face. Steve knew he couldn't possibly understand what Tony was feeling. He almost never did. They had a lot of disageements about the Avengers and this was one of them. But he understood the fear of losing someone close to you.

 "You know Peter Parker? The spider kid? Yeah, he's only sixteen. Think about that. He deals with things that other sixteen year olds couldn't understand. While other kids play Minecraft Peter fights aliens." Tony exclaimed as he leaned against the table and stared ahead of him. Letting his words sink in.

 "Does he open up to you?" Steve asks.

 Tony straightens up and looks at Steve, pain evident on his face. "Yeah, he does. You know why? Because he knows that he can't open up to anyone else. He's alone there with just us, me holding him up. So, no Steve. Y/n will not be part of the Avengers. I won't allow it."

 The silence took over the lab as Steve and Tony measured each other. Tony understood that there was a lot at stake. Steve wouldn't suggest something like this if it wasn't serious. And Steve understood that it was a lot to ask. Tony loved Y/n like a father.

 After a long silence, Tony felt the need to say something to justify his opinion. Something he rarely did. He looked at Steve and his features softened as he thought of his kid. "I took her in, I bathed her, I fed her, I raised her, I gave her the world. The only thing I ask in return is that she lives a long happy life. She can't have that if she joins us."

 Steve stood at the entrance of Tony's lab, leaning against the door frame. After the silence etteled between them, Steve nodded at Tony. He thought you should be given a chance to decide for yourself but Tony was right about the part of you being too young. When it was time, you could decide if you wanted to join the Avengers.

   Tony sighed as he rubbed his face. He knew Steve wouldn't let this go. But Tony was ready to fight for you, he did that every time he wore his suit.

[marvelmando]

nothing has gone right since tony stark died.

[valiantphantomangel]

Marvel cast × teen reader

Warnings: nothing much just Robert Downey Jr fluff.

Summary:when a casting call for a Marvel movie comes online, you try it out. Never thinking that your dream could come true.

ow you got so lucky, you hat no idea.

It all started with you seeing the casting call to portray Loki's daughter.

Obviously you knew you hat to give it a shot, but never thinking your dream could actually come true.

Giving your best impression of how you would think the god of mischief daughter would behave, you send in your application.

That week was the hardest week of your life, no sleep, and a over active mind which sent you waiting anxiously on there answer.

You were in school when you were called, having some idea of who it might be, you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom.

When you were in the hallway you put in your earphones, calmed yourself and answered it.

"Are we speaking to Y/N L/N"? You heard a familiar voice say.

"Yes"

"Well then I'm Kevin feige and I'm happy to inform you that you have been chosen to portray the character of lady laufingson".

"Wait, wait wait" you almost screamed in the microphone "your exactly serious"?

You heard laughing from several people and a voice saying " I'm dead serious, you have to attitude of Loki and the looks to execute this character with perfection"

You put your hand over you mouth and jumped a few times, Kevin feige just gave you a compliment. Iiiiih.

You walked outside while listening to Kevin (with growing nerves) on when you were flying to Atlanta too meet THE cast and to start shooting as quickly as possible, since there were a lot of things you still needed to learn, the whole cast agreed to help you learn the robes.

On the end of the week you were on flight to Atlanta, it was a 8 hour flight since you came form Holland and your first time flying ever.

Your flight left on 1 am in the night, so when you got there it was 8 hours early since the time difference, but you were already awake for almost 30 hours, because like who would be able to sleep when you know your gonna meet your idols.

Safe to say that even caffeine didn't help any more, you got of the plane and walked directly to the parking lot, where a black rolles royes stood, compleet with non see through glass.

You got in the back seat after putting your suitcase in the trunk and placed you bag beside you.

When you looked up and into the mirror you almost got a heart attack.

There in the two front seat where non other then Robert Downey Jr and Tom Holland them self.

You let out a small scream and sit there in shock, they began laughing and turned around, Robert stook his hand forward "Robert Downey Jr it is a pleasure to meet you" he said.

You shook your head a bit before returning the hand "Y/N L/N the pleasure is all mine".

When you also shook Tom's hand, Robert finally pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards the freeway.

"So how are you doing"? He asked

"Good just really tired" he looked in the mirror "jet lag" you simply answered.

"Oh jay that's right I forget to ask, where are you form they wouldn't answer that question" Tom asked.

"Take a guess"

"Germany"

"Nope"

"France"

"No"

And that went on for a good 5min, but he could guess it.

"Shall I say it, am gonna say it, Holland".

"seriously" he said while laughing

"Yep".

After driving for one hour you finally got enough courage too ask the question that was long on your mind.

"Why did you pick me up, not that I'm ungrateful but I just wanted to know"

It was quiet for a few seconds and you worried if you hat said something wrong, when finally Robert answered.

"We thought that you would be nervous and intimidated if you met us later so we decided to show that were not that scary and just normal people".

You felt touched by the answer and a sign of relief left you lips, all of the sudden you felt the tiredness hit you like a bus and blinked a few times extra.

Robert saw it and looked at you through the mirror "you can go to sleep, i can see that your tired" you didn't argue with it at all and leaned your head against the window, falling asleep before you could say anything more.

Robert POV.

I saw you fall asleep and looked over to Tom "what a sweet kid".

"Yay there so cute" he said with a small smile.

We were quiet for the rest of the ride, not wanting to wake you.

After two hours we finally arrived,when i pulled in the parking lot Evans was already waiting there.

"Need some help"? He said smiling when he saw you sleeping against the window.

"Yes, that would be great, we'll just put her bags in her trailer".

When i opened your side of the door, carefully pulled the seatbelt off of you and stepped aside to let Evans hoisted you out of the car.

We got all stuff form the car and i opened your trailer door, Chris placed you on your bed and pulled the blankets over you.

While the others left, i gave you a small stroke of the head "sleep tight, Y/N" and with that i left your trailer.

Feeling that like he just put his daughter to bed.

A/N: Yes finally got this idea out, it was stuck in my head for so long, but I got.

Hope you enjoyed!!

[wnterstae]

steve: what's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

tony: disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

peter(parker): Smad.

[yourmcu]

Hell’s Kitchen

Pairings: Marvel cast x reader (Chris Evans, Scarlett Johansson, Tom Holland, Robert Downey Jr.)

Summary:

You and your co-stars get invited to dine at the famous Hell’s Kitchen restaurant as the VIP guests. All of you have a great time.

Word count: 1,257

A/n: so this is just a lame idea I came up with when I was binging the all-star season of HK. I hope this turned out ok I’m nervous sksks (I didn’t add everyone in the gif to this imagine btw, sorry!)

(italicized texts is those moments where the chefs talk to the camera, y’know what I mean right?)

Warnings: swearing

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

“Wow.”

“I’m starving.”

“I can’t believe this place is real!”

“I know!” You laughed with Tom as you hopped out of the car and waited for Scarlett to come out after you.

You became part of the Marvel cast since Age of Ultron, needless to say they thought you were an impressive actor at your age back then. They welcomed you with open arms and made sure you were never left out.

Anyway you and Tom were acting like total fans, pointing at the portraits of the past winners of the competition and commenting on every detail as you made your way inside the restaurant. Chris and Robert tuned the both of you out and was having their own conversation. Scarlett just rolled her eyes and laughed.

You noticed felt the cameras point to the five of you despite them being hidden in corners. Robert smoothed his suit jacket and greeted his fellow actors that were dining as well. You contained your squeals as you saw the kitchen with both red and blue teams now prepping for their service.

They brought glasses, water, champagne and menus after you all settled to a table.

“It’s beautiful in here - oh, thanks,” Scarlett smiled at you when you handed her a glass of champagne.

Tom was sneaking glances at both teams stationed at the kitchen. “Look, Y/N, it’s them! Which team are you rooting for?” Then he looked at the blue plate coasters on the table. “I hope the blue team’s alright tonight.”

“I hope so.” You laughed.

“Wait what if they aren’t? Are we not getting served?” Robert questioned, handing the menus back after all of you ordered. That made Tom giggle and explain the whole show to him. Chris hid his face behind his hand and stopped himself from laughing.

Moments later Gordon himself walked up to your table and greeted everyone politely. “Good evening, thank you for coming,” which you all returned with smiles and murmurs.

Then the celebrity chef left for the kitchen to attend to the contestants. “Listen up, look who just arrived. The cast of Avengers.”

Some of the amateur chefs turned their heads away from their tasks to get a good look.

“I almost dropped my pan,” a chef from the red team laughed. “Honestly I wouldn’t hesitate to switch with the blue team just to make sure they get a good service tonight. I love the Avengers.”

“That’s Iron Man!”

“Who?”

“They have a new movie coming out, right?”

“Chris Evans is literally - sitting - right - there.” A chef from the blue team squealed. “It’s such an honor. He looks beautiful in person.”

All of you gave little waves, smiles and Tom gave a thumbs up as encouragement. Soon the attention from your table died and you were in silent conversation among yourselves.

“They’re offering us the chef’s table over there,” Robert pointed out to the vacant one over by the blue team. “Should we? What do you guys think?”

“Woah, no way, really?” Tom looked at you excitedly (as if the both of you weren’t famous actors and being at the chef’s table were your wildest dreams).

You had doubts. Sitting cramped (because as far as you knew that table seated about four people max) and listening to a British chef lose his shit meters away...

“Doesn’t he yell a lot though?” Chris said silently, referring to Ramsay. He did recall watching that lamb sauce online.

“As much as I’d love to,” you chuckled. “I’m having same thoughts. We’re better off watching from afar, Tom.”

“I agree,” Scarlett nodded and the waiter got the hint, walking away.

The service went on. You and Tom were watching them cook while still trying to look appropriate and mature for the cameras filming on the side. The sounds of trays clanking echoes the room, the amateur chefs froze like deers in headlights, looking at the man who owns the restaurant. Soon enough, Ramsay’s long string of profanity joined in.

“Oh boy,” Robert casually sipped on his drink while watching the celebrity chef throwing the raw pieces of meat in the trash.

You and Chris visibly flinched as Ramsay yelled at a poor contestant on the red team, sending them to the storage closet for a chat. You obviously knew what was coming to that chef.

“Both of you, just fuck off! Get out!”

“The risotto is burnt, look at it! It’s burnt!”

After some time it was noticeable that both teams were fucking up their dinner services. Your table had finished the first course, your plates were taken away now and the next course was taking too long.

“I am so sorry, the food still needs a few more minutes. They have to re-plate everything.” Ramsay approached your table to apologize but he sent glares when he looked back at the teams as if telling them to hurry the fuck up.

“No problem, right guys? We just need a few more of these,” Robert gestured to the bottle of champagne and Chris laughed heartily. “Oh, and,” he leaned over to whisper something to the chef.

“A bit of motivation, since all of you seem to be giving up,” the chef announced to the contestants when he got back to the kitchen. “The winning team of tonight’s service will receive a  gift card for Avengers: Infinity War.”

Some of the guests cheered, most of the amateur chefs upped their game. Few of them didn’t know what an Avengers do-hickey was but they sped up anyway.

“...and a hug from Chris Evans!” You called out loud enough for Ramsay to hear. Your co-stars burst out laughing, Chris being the loudest, he nodded his head to confirm it.

Ramsay let out a chuckle and added, “and a hug from Captain America himself.”

“Hi! I’ll be serving your desserts for tonight,” a member of the blue team strolled over with dessert ingredients prepped. She was younger than most of her team members, she was in charge of the tableside service. They were a couple more delays for the previous course, you and Scarlett’s meals were served late, but it was worth it. The food was great. “It’s an honor to meet all of you, me and siblings love the Avengers.”

Both you and Tom grinned at that.

“Got a favorite?” Robert wiggled his eyebrows making the chef giggle. He pointed to himself and made disgusted looks to Chris as if they were the only choices.

“I gotta say Black Widow, she’s so badass.” She laughed. Scarlett stuck her tongue out to both men and fist bumped the chef, then leaving her to do her job. “So what I’m going to be making for you is...”

Tom was asking questions here and there, intrigued by it.  No wonder her team was falling apart at the kitchen, she looks more composed than any of her teammates.

Ramsay yelled out the chef’s name after she served the last dessert. The rest of her team was sent back before the night ended, so she had to go as well.

“But you did great!” Tom frowned.

“Yeah, the dessert was amazing.” You smiled.

“I’m still part of their team. But thank you, I appreciate it,” she shrugged, smiling, pulling off her apron and dashing to the back kitchen.

Once the restaurant closed you all thanked Gordon for the wonderful food. He asked for a group photo before leaving.

But you still had to wait for Chris since he owed the red team a bunch of hugs (and pictures, for sure).

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

Grocery Shopping Headcanons (Tony, Steve, Peter)

word count: 1.1k

Tony

Literally never ever goes to the grocery store so this should be a fun time

Very confused because you walk in, grab a cart, and start pushing it into the produce section before he can even grasp on to what is happening, while everything in the place seems to come very naturally to you

You have to explain to him that you’re normally here twice a week

He seems to thing it’s the most fun trip ever though, and he’s curious about how everything is organized and— oooh, what is that?

Tony picks up a few apples and starts juggling them in the middle of the produce aisle, which scares the crap out of you, and you yell at him to put them down. 

He’s amused by your reaction, and to keep him out of trouble, you agree to let him push the cart. 

That worked out real well for you. 

Tony discovers the thing everybody did when they were kids— getting a kick start off with one foot and riding out the acceleration as he stands on the bottom metal bar on the shopping cart. 

It’s only a little difficult for him to stop and he nearly runs the cart into you twice.

So you take control of the cart back. 

He grabs all of his favorite cereals and throws them into the cart

He also gets extremely excited by the most random products in existence and tries his darndest to convince you to buy them.

“Honey, c’mon! It is literally color changing pudding. May I repeat, color changing pudding. How can we not get this? Honey, honey— it’s for scientific purposes then! Don’t worry, I’m gonna eat it. C’mon, let’s get it. No? Why not? It’s COLOR CHANGING PUDDING!” 

Then he gets distracted by Lilo and Stitch themed Danimals and insists that he’s gotta buy them for when Peter comes over. 

Since you first took him, now every time you say you’re heading out to the grocery store, Tony immediately jumps up to join you. And while he is a bit of a handful in the store, he helps you carry the groceries into the house, so you let him. 

Plus, he’s Tony. Your Tony. You can’t say no to that face. C’mon. 

Steve 

Steve is very reserved and money conscious. He is also completely and utterly flabbergasted at inflation. 

“Three dollars?? For eggs?? This was thirty-six cents in ‘38. Baby, it’s a scam. Where are the other eggs?”

When you explain to him that this is actually not a half-bad price and show him the four dollar ones, he nearly combusts.

He likes all of the deals, and when he finds out what a Vic card is at Harris Teeter, you can bet your life he wants one. 

He’s the kind of guy to still grab the coupon books and flip through it, and then use like five of them

One time, he found a good coupon for an ice cream that you didn’t really like, and you put your foot down when he suggested that you buy it instead of your favorite 

So he’s learned that there’s some things that you can’t really save on. 

You climb into the cart one time and have him push it

At first, it scares the crap out of him, he’s scared of losing control of the cart, ramming your head into something accidentally, and he’s also not the biggest fan that you want him to run while pushing the cart so that you can have some fun. 

But he loves you, so eventually he caves and the two of you bolt down the Hallmark cards aisle together

He won’t admit it, but he thinks it’s fun

Every time you go to the grocery store now, you climb into the cart and badger him into running down the aisle with you again

He puts up a bit of a fight, but both you and he know that he will inevitably run you down the aisle.

One time, he almost hit a lady, and it freaked him out so much that he said he was never doing that again.

Steve was also incredibly apologetic to the extent that you found it funny, and the woman forgave him. He was incredibly sincere. 

Steve normally goes with you to the grocery store if you’re going because he a, loves spending time with you, and b, wants to make sure you don’t buy unnecessary things. Of course, you can normally talk him into them anyway. 

Peter 

Peter, much unlike Tony, is no stranger to the grocery store. He’s been here many times. 

However, he hasn’t been to this one all that often and he very easily gets lost and confused when you send him away to grab something. 

You sent Peter to the chip aisle to get the chips. He was halfway down the main store aisle when he realized he had no idea where this was, so he went into four different aisles looking for it until he eventually found the section he was looking for. 

Unfortunately, you’d forgotten to tell him what kind of chips to get. He didn’t know your favorites, and also didn’t know what the Avengers wanted. 

So he called you in the middle of the chip aisle. 

“Hey, Y/N, so uh… what kind of chips do you want?”

“Potato chips,” you answered. 

“Okay, but like… what kind of potato chips?”

“I don’t know, just potato chips. They’re all gonna get eaten in two days anyway, just pick a brand you like.”

“But what if Mr. Stark doesn’t like it? Or Thor? Or Bruce? Or Nat? Or-”

“Peter, spin around in a circle with your eyes closed and grab a bag of chips.”

“Uh…okay.”

He took this seriously. He hung up on the phone call, covered his eyes and spun around in a circle with his hand out. 

He knocked over a BUNCH of stuff, but he did pick a bag of chips!

When he returned later after putting back all the things he’d toppled over, you were almost done shopping. 

“Why don’t you just… stick with me, huh?” you chuckled, amused.

Peter also liked trying to convince you to buy the store cakes. 

One time, when he went shopping by himself (yes that was a disaster), he bought five of them, and when he got home, he challenged Thor to eat all the cakes with him and rank them from worst to best. 

At the end of this, you had a tired boy with a stomachache and a god still shoveling in cake. 

So you take Peter with you to the store when he’s around and wants to come, but it’s certainly not unlike you to sneak out a bit to go by yourself when you need a break from the chaos. 

[afictionaladventure16]

Thinking Out Loud (Tom Holland x Downey!Reader)

Part 4 

Masterlist

Previously on Thinking Out Loud...

Warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol, drunk tom, kissing, creeps at a bar.

Word Count: 1,666 (I kid you not.) 

You were well into a month into filming your new movie and you finally had a weekend off. Of course, you would have the occasional days off but never an actual weekend, so you were gonna do the most this weekend with your friends. It was Saturday and Tom suggested to go out to a club, you, of course, were all for the idea. You were excited, you hadn’t been out to a club in a while so you knew you were going to have fun. You decided on a black short romper, your hair in loose curls and with some nice heels to dance with.

You walked out into the living room where Tom was waiting for you, “ready,” you said causing Tom to look up from his phone. He looked at you, feeling blushed by your beauty and also a bit taken back. “Tom?” You questioned when he didn’t say anything.

“Oh, yeah, Um- let’s go,” he said as he shook away his thoughts. He grabbed the keys to the flat and you both walked out.

The bass from the music could be felt from outside of the club, you grinned from ear to ear at the vibration it gave off, you were ready to dance the night away. You guys entered the club with ease, Tom leading the way towards the group that had been waiting for you guys. You quickly went to chatting with Zendaya as soon as you saw her.

“It’s been too long!” You exclaimed.

“Way too long!” Zendaya said, “let’s get some drinks?” You didn’t hesitate to say yes. You and Zendaya excused yourselves from the table and walked over to the bar.

Tom couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you walked away from the table, “Drool much?” Harrison commented as he let out a small chuckle.

“What?” Tom quickly turned to face his friend.

“You’re practically drooling over, y/n, bro, it’s obvious.”

Tom glared at Harrison, “no it’s not.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jacob said to Tom.

Tom ignored his friend's comments, “you should make a move,” Harrison admitted. He knew how Tom felt about you, mostly because Tom had vented to Harrison many times about it.

“She’s out of my league,” Tom said softly but loud enough for the boys to hear him.

“Well, you either mope around about it or you watch that guy steal your girl from under your nose,” Harrison said as he gestured towards the bar. Tom quickly looked over, noticing a guy gently brushing your hair behind your ear. He watched as you laughed at whatever the guy said, Tom felt a raging jealousy boil within him.

“I need a drink,” Tom mumbled as he grabbed the bottle of Tequila that was on the table and poured himself a shot, quickly downing it.

You were starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, you looked around to see that Zendaya still hadn’t come back from the bathroom yet, “so, you here alone?”

“I’m actually here with-”

“Me,” you heard Zendaya say, she placed an arm around you and smiled, “her girlfriend.” The guy quickly took a step back.

“Oh my bad,” he said, caught off guard.

“Yeah, that’s right. Your bad,” Zendaya sternly said. You guys watched as the guy walked away, holding the laughter until he was out of sight. “Oh my gosh, did you see the look on his face!?” Zendaya asked as she grabbed her drink you were keeping an eye on.

“Priceless!” You exclaimed, as you took a sip from your drink, “but thank you for saving the day.”

“It’s what friends are for,” Zendaya said with a smile, “but we should get back to the guys before more creeps come over,” you agreed. Grabbing your drink, you made your way over to the table.

You quickly noticed that the tequila bottle was half empty, “whoa, save some for us,” You said as you grabbed the bottle.

“Tell that to him,” Harrison said as he pointed to Tom who was downing another shot. You wondered why he was drinking so much, you’d never seen Tom like this before. Maybe it had something to do with his breakup last month, but you doubted it because you hadn’t noticed this kind of behavior from his within the past weeks.

You sat next to Tom, “you okay?” you asked loud enough for just him to hear.

“Peachy,” he mumbled, he looked over at the dance floor, “I’m gonna dance,” he quickly got up from his seat and walked over to the dance floor.

“Me too,” Zendaya said as she got up from her seat. Harrison shrugged and decided to join them.

You looked over at Jacob and noticed he was getting up too, you sighed and decided to join as well. You danced through the night, all your cares left you as you danced around, letting the music move you. You stopped for a second, walking to the edge of the dance floor to take a break, you took a glance at the table noticing Tom sitting by himself. Yet again, downing another shot of tequila.

You quickly walked over to him, “how many have you had?”

“Not enough,” he slurred as he slammed the glass on the table. You looked into his eyes, they were bloodshot, you knew he had enough.

“Alright, that’s it,” you grabbed your bag from your seat, “we’re leaving.”

“What? But the fun just started!” You quickly turned around to see Zendaya standing behind you along with the rest of the group.

“Tom has had one too many drinks,” You stated as you grabbed Tom’s arm, “come on,” you said but he shrugged your hand off his arm.

“No,” he slurred.

Harrison sighed, “you get an uber and I’ll drag his arse outside,” you gave Harrison a nod and grabbed your phone to get an uber. It took a while to get Tom outside but once outside, the uber was waiting for you guys, you thanked Harrison for helping you get Tom in the Uber.

The ride back to the flat was quiet, except for the occasional hiccup coming from Tom. Once you arrived at the flat, you used all your strength to drag Tom inside, he was no help as he leaned most of his weight on you. But you successfully did it, you helped Tom into his room, helping him sit on his bed. You let out a relieved sigh, “Alright, let’s get you ready for bed,” you stated as you began to take off Tom’s shoes.

“Y/N?” You hummed in response, “you’re beautiful, you know that?”

You chuckled as you helped Tom take his shirt off, “bad timing, Tom,” you whispered. You could smell the alcohol from his breath, “man, you’re so fucking drunk.”

“Yeah, drunk in love,” he slurred. You rolled your eyes as you threw his shirt in the hamper, “I can’t believe you don’t fucking see it.”

“See what?”

Tom stayed quiet for a few seconds, you were confused, what didn’t you see? “I saw you with that guy earlier,” he slurred.

“Ugh, that creep that just wanted to get in my pants? Thankfully, Zendaya pretended to be my girlfriend otherwise I would’ve been in trouble,” you admitted, “You’ll have to take your pants off yourself, you think you have some soberness in you to do that?”

He sighed and unbuckled his belt, you walked out of his room, you first made a stop to your room and quickly changed into your pajamas. Then made your way into the kitchen, you grabbed a glass of water and some Tylenol from the medicine cabinet. You walked back into Tom’s room to see him in only his boxers, you let out a sigh as you handed Tom the pill, “Drink,” you said as handed Tom the glass of water, “all of it.”

He let out an annoyed groan as he took the Tylenol pill and then drank all of the water that was in the glass, he handed you the glass and you sat it down on the bedside table, “I love you, y/n.”

You chuckled at Tom’s drunkenness, “I love you too, Tom.”

“No,” he said, in an annoyed tone, “like, I’m in love with you, y/n! I’ve been in love with you for the past six years dammit!” You stared at Tom, you couldn’t believe what he was just admitting.

“What?”

“Why do you think I got so fucking drunk? Because I got jealous when I saw you with that creep!”

“You’re in love with me?”

“Yes,” He lets out a frustrated groan, “ugh, I’m so stupid, you probably don’t feel the same way, I’m just gonna hope I don’t remember any of this tomorro-” You quickly cut him off, placing your lips on his, catching Tom off guard but he quickly returned the kiss.

You broke the kiss, “I had the hugest crush on you when we first met,” you admitted, “and it grew into more but I told myself it just couldn’t work,” Tom looked into your eyes, his heart beating faster from your confession. He brought you in for a desperate kiss which you quickly returned. His hands traveling up your waist, you quickly stopped him, “no, not while you’re like this,” you whispered, “it’ll be like I’m taking advantage of you.”

Tom gave you a small nod, “okay,” he whispered.

“You should get some rest,” You said softly, you began to walk away but he stopped you by grabbing your hand.

“Sleep with me?” he asked gently. “I promise, we won’t do anything else, just sleep.” You sighed to yourself, you walked over to the other side of the bed and got in. Tom got under the covers and laid on his side so he was facing you, “I’m gonna have the worst hangover tomorrow aren’t I?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Yeah, you are,” you said quietly as you placed a small kiss on the top of his head.

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Behind Closed Doors Masterlist!

DISCLAIMERS: Minors DNI and female readers, I'll let you read my fic but do not fetishize it! If I find out about it, all-female readers will be banned. REMEMBER! This is fiction. I mean no offense, harm, or disrespect to these celebrities.

Pairings (Yandere for all): Chris Evans x male reader; Chris Hemsworth x male reader; Tom Holland x male reader; Robert Downey Jr. x male reader; Aaron Taylor Johnson x male reader; Sebastian Stan x male reader; Anthony Mackie x male reader; Paul Rudd x male reader; Jeremy Renner x male reader; Benedict Cumberbatch x male reader.

Rating: Contain explicit content.

Warnings: bottom male reader, top male celebrities, obsession, possessive behavior, dark themes, murder, description of murder, blood, blood kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, innocent/oblivious male reader, gaslighting, mention of a past relationship, double penetration, threesome/tensome, rough smut, daddy along with master kink, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, breeding kink, pregnancies kink, pits/musk kink, and biting kink.

Summary: When you first join the production crew, you never expected to gain all the attention of ten males. Then all those actors would soon develop sinister thoughts about what they could do to you. What would you do if ten crazy people fell in love with you?

PART 1

PART 2... COMING SOON

PART 3 (SMUT)... COMING SOON

[imsebastiansta-n]

Bucky Barnes Imagine;

Hey guys, so this is my first proper Bucky imagine 🙈 not sure if this has been done before but I came up with it while napping 😂 please don’t judge too harshly but feedback is always welcome. 💜

Warnings; Bucky being Bucky, Sam being Sam, one swear 💫

Word count; 463 ✨

Requests; are open ~ but please bear with me, I have a lot of college work (I’m online working) so it may take me a while to get them out. Plus, I’ve only just started writing imagines.

Thank you for reading 🖤

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It was a bright and warm day in the backyard of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, along with a mysterious girl called Y/N.

You see, you were a lot like Bucky. (Not that he’d ever admit it). You were taken from your family at a young age. You were beaten, had your memory wiped on a daily basis to the point where you didn’t even know your name or what day it was. On top of that, they injected you with who knows what, giving you immense strength, and a silver metal arm with a red star on your left shoulder. If it wasn’t for Bucky and Sam, you would probably still be with HYDRA or worse..

Leaning against the big tree in the backyard was your happy place. Book in hand, ignoring your surroundings seemed like a regular thing for you. After having your brain scrambled with for 13 years it takes a toll on you, so having quiet time like this although could be a problem with over thinking; didn’t worry you. You tried not to think too much because the pain from the wiping, was still present.

Standing across the yard was Sam with Steve’s shield in hand and Bucky, with his arms crossed against his chest, chatting quietly amongst themselves. “Do you think your mini me will be okay?” Sam asked Bucky, concerned for your wellbeing. Rolling his eyes at Sams comment, he replied “don’t call her that. She’ll be fine, she just needs time to adjust to everything. Like I did.”

“You know I can hear you both, right?” You mumbled, not taking your eyes from your book. The guys looked at each other, and the back at you. “See, mini me. She’s even got your super solider hearing.” Sam chuckled as Bucky once again rolled his eyes, with you smirking still not taking your eyes from your book.

~an hour later~

You got up for your sitting place against the big tree, and stretched your legs. You picked up your book in your flesh hand and took a step forward. Before you could take another step, you head shouting so you raised your head.

Before you could even blink, you saw the shield coming right at you. Instinctively, you raised your metal arm and caught it. “Hey! Watch where you’re throwing this thing.” You shouted, throwing it back at Sam, as he slid back from the force, and you walked past them grumbling to yourself about how they could’ve took your head off.

“Holy shit.” Bucky was the first to speak, as he blinked a few times. Sam shook his head, placing the shield back in its proper place. “Are you still telling me she’s not your mini me?” “I just got a case of deja vu.

[laurie-stark]

Get up and get out

Summary: Sort of part two to Unwanted. A year after fighting in Germany, y/n has to deal with the insufferable Peter Parker being around the house all the time. 

Pairings: Peter Parker x stark!reader, tony stark x daughter!reader, Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader. 

Warnings: swearing, angst? i guess? mentions of blood. mentions of panic nightmares 

A/N: Again, I want to make it very clear so there isn’t any confusion: Y/n is Tony’s biological child, however, being raised also by Natasha, Steve and Pepper, she calls them Muma, Pops and Mom. Hopefully that makes sense LOL oh and also i’ve never written like...kiss scenes before so just go with it okay?

He was here again. Third time this week that he has come barging into my home and taken over my training center. Okay, to be fair, it was not my training center but still. Peter Parker will never stop being a pain in my ass. Ever since that stupid trip to Germany, he has been coming over and training for hours, or working with Dad. Three times just this week I’ve had to endure listening to Peter talk with his stupid little voice and walk around my house like he owns the place. Who does he think he is? And every time I have to sit through another dinner of Dad blabbing on and on about what a miraculous boy he is.

               “Really y/n, I think you two would be great friends,” I rolled my eyes as I picked at my dinner. The rest of the family ate in silence around the table. The last thing I wanted to do is spend more time with stupid Spider-boy. On the afternoons when he was here, I tried my best to stay out of his way. I would stay on my floor and he stays on his. Simple. I don’t need a new friend.

“…And he’s coming by again tomorrow, so I was thinking of showing him A.P.R.I.L. if you wanted to join us-” Dad continued.

What the hell? I thought. “No!” I snapped. “No way. A.P.R.I.L. is mine, I don’t want him messing with her.” Dad frowned at me. The rest of the table looked up in my direction. My shoulders tensed up as I faced my father. A.P.R.I.L. is my baby and I was ready to go toe to toe with him if I needed too.

“What do you mean no? I thought you’d be excited to share that with him,” he started.

“Well I’m not, so back off,” I sneered. The shift in his expression made me want to bite my own tongue. “Please.”

“I seriously do not understand what your problem is. You’ve been complaining for years how there’s only adults but the second a kid your age comes by you’re all “oooh no don’t talk to me Peter!””

I scoffed. “Sorry, I guess I just don’t want to bother you and your new best friend.”

“There it is. Why are you so jealous of him? He’s not that cool. He hasn’t made a fully functioning A.I at the age of 15. He just spits sticky stuff out of his fingers. Honestly y/n, you’re making zero sense right now.”

“Whatever, I’m over this,” I said, pushing my chair back from the table. I grabbed my untouched dinner plate and headed towards the kitchen. “I’m not hungry. And don’t show him A.P.R.I.L., I mean it!” I dumped my plate in the sink and marched right down the hall towards the elevators. My dad was right. I wasn’t making any sense. Ever since I made A.P.R.I.L I’ve used every excuse I could find to shove her down people’s throats. Anyone who would listen to me, I would tell them. Tell them all about how I programmed her to have realistic personality. How she’s running through the walls of this place, through my room, even inside the bracelet I never take off. All I knew is that I didn’t want Peter Parker anywhere near her.

I shut the door to my hard, and flopped onto my bed. A.P.R.I.L. reminded me that slamming the doors usually results in a punishment. I acknowledged her with a half-hearted grunt. I started programming A.P.R.I.L. when I was thirteen. Or rather, reprogrammed. A.P.R.I.L. was made from an older prototype version of F.R.I.D.A.Y. The base stuff was already there, I just moved some things here, recoded there until she was perfect. I don’t know why I got so defensive about Peter meeting her. Or why I had to pick another fight with my dad.

It was easier these days. To fight him, I mean. I suppose I never got over the whole “Peter is better, I choose him over you, blah, blah” thing as much as I thought I did. So, I would pick fights. Fighting over Peter was the simplest way to go, considering he was the reason I was so angry in the first place. Sometimes we would fight over him, other times we would fight over silly things. Like how I keep forgetting not to put my coffee grounds in the garbage disposal. Most of the time it was all just bickering that would blow over in thirty minutes, give or take. Sometimes it was explosive, like today.  I took in a shaky breath and sprawled out across my sheets. Sometimes this family is a fucking nightmare.

Dad didn’t come by this time. It threw me off for a second because he always comes by. Even if it’s six hours later and neither of us should be awake, he still comes by with a box of milk duds that we share in silence before one of us apologizes first. That’s how we work. When it finally sunk in that he was not planning on coming, I put A.P.R.I.L. on the job. I figured perhaps he left the compound, maybe took Mom for a nighttime stroll.

“Your father is on floor B, Miss Stark,” A.P.R.I.L. informed me.

“Jesus A.P.R.I.L., how many times have I said to cut the formalities,” I muttered.

“My apologies, y/n.”

Floor B. What the hell is he doing on floor B at…12:00 in the morning? Floor B is strictly for members of household and other Avengers. There are a billion different training rooms down there. Weight rooms, boxing, a huge pool, stuff like that. Not to taint his image, but I can safely say the last time my father willingly worked out for fun was probably before I was even born. Why was he down there? Unless…

“A.P.R.I.L. who else is on floor B right now?” I asked. “Throw it on the hologram, would you dear?

The sounds of the hologram starting filled the room. A.P.R.I.L. pulled up the security map of floor B, like I’d asked. There was my dad, floor B in the boxing room of all places. Pops and Sam looked to be going at it in another one of the combat training rooms. My confusion only rose when another nametag popped up on the screen. My brows furrowed.

Peter Parker

What was he doing here? Why was he boxing? Why was he not in his own home at midnight on a Thursday? My mind was spinning with questions. A knock at my door startled me.

“Come in…”

Natasha popped her head through the doorway. “Hey there…whatcha doing kid?”

I swiftly swiped away the hologram screen and sat up straight. “Nothing. What’s up?”

“Well, we’re getting a little worried about you,” she said. We being everyone else at the table who had to witness my brawl with Dad. She sat down beside me. “You haven’t fought back like that in a long time and I’ve noticed you’re fighting with him a lot recently. You want to tell me what that’s all about?”

I wanted too. God, I wanted too. I hadn’t told anyone what my father said to me that day after the airport, not even my mom. But it didn’t matter. I’d get over it sooner or later, so there was no point troubling anyone else with my problems…right? My eyes started to well up but I blinked away the tears. “No. Everything’s fine,” I put on a smile.

Natasha tucked me in under her arm. “Okay then. Maybe tomorrow.” That was Muma for you. She never pushed me to talk but knew I would come around at some point. In the meantime, she just held me. I cried into her embrace. She let me cry into her shoulder for a long while, until I was empty. After a time, I let go and she got up, giving me a kiss on the head before wishing me a good night.

I rubbed my hands over my face, brushing off any remaining tears. “A.P.R.I.L. bring the hologram back up please.”

“Are you sure y/n?”

…

“Yeah.”

Peter was still in the boxing room but my father was not. Upon further digging, I found the nametag reading Tony Stark on my floor. He’d gone to bed. I pondered to myself as to whether or not I should venture downstairs. What is the worst thing that could happen? Peter is secretly a Hydra spy and kills me? No, I shook my head. Don’t be ridiculous. Another minute passed and I’d made up my mind.

“A.P.R.I.L. engage “I am definitely here”,” I commanded.

“”I am definitely here” protocol engaged. Volume minimized to 5% and your tracking tag will be pinned to this room,” A.P.R.I.L. responded. “Good luck on your mission small agent.”

“Oh shut up,” I chided. I closed the door to my room as softly as I could. It was nearly one in the morning, most of the hall would be asleep. Or at least they should be. The hallway was silent, except for the soft noise of my socks padding along the floor. I cursed myself for looking so ridiculous. If anyone caught me, I could easily say that I was just getting a midnight snack. Not sneaking down to spy on Spider-bitch. Boy. Whatever. Sneaking added to the excitement.

I made it downstairs all in one piece. Steve and Sam nearly passed me in one of the halls, but I had ducked into a briefing room. I could totally be a spy. Maybe I’m a Hydra spy. I thought. And they sent me here as a baby to take down the Avengers from the inside. What was I going on about? This was why I should really be in bed, I was clearly delirious. Once again, distracting myself in my thoughts led to me getting startled. I hadn’t even realized I was outside the boxing room. I would have walked right in if not for the handy wall that I smacked into.

Peter was in the ring, practicing his punches. He’d lowered down one of the punching bags from the ceiling and it was close to ripping at the seams. He was really going ham on it. The questions piled on. So, he came over to my house at midnight to…train? Something he had all afternoon today to do? God, he was weird. I suppose I didn’t quite know what I was going to get myself into when I finally walked in to confront him.

“What are you doing?” I asked, arms folded tightly across my chest.

Peter started and looked down at me. Sweat was dripping down his face. He looked exhausted. “Training,” he said bluntly. He returned to treating the punching bag like it had run over his dog.

“At one in the morning? And after you spent like six hours today doing just that?” I was not letting him off that easy. Peter ignored me and continued punching. “Your form is shit.” I mocked.

That made him stop. “Funny coming from the girl who never leaves her room. When have you ever trained? Like ever?”

“I still beat your ass.”

“Yeah like, a year ago when I was barely an avenger.”

I rolled my eyes. “You still aren’t.”

“What do you want?” Peter spat.

I shrugged. “Dunno.” I stared him down with a smug look on my face.

“You are always such a bitch, you know that?”

I faked a pout. “Aw…bite me.”

Peter was chewing the inside of his cheek in anger. “If you’re going to stay here and pester me, you might as well get a few punches in.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Consider it a rematch.”

I studied his physique for a moment. He’d grown a lot since Germany. He’d also trained a lot since then as well. I had done little of either. I knew that entering that ring would probably end up with me losing my dignity and maybe even a tooth. But I was not going to let him stand there with his stupid, sweaty face and get away with it. This is not a good idea, I thought as I took off my socks. I moved the ropes and stepped into the ring, standing a foot in front of the boy.

“I’ll still win.”

“No powers either.”

“Deal.” Not like I’ve touched my powers since…since the incident.

Peter took his stance and I did my best to mirror him. I realized in that moment that I had no idea what I was doing. I didn’t know the first thing about boxing. Or sparring. I didn’t know how to fight without my powers. Oh, sweet Jesus.

We kept our distance at first, fists up. He threw a few punches and missed. I followed in suit. I finally got the first hit, a nice throw to his chest. He took it like a champ and didn’t flinch. Or rather, I couldn’t hit for shit and it didn’t hurt. He threw a punch to my left, only to miss on purpose and punched me square across my jaw. Ow. I chuckled lowly. The taste of blood filled my mouth from the fresh cut on my lip. I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. All I could see was white rage.

Forget form, forget rules, forget everything. I lunged at him with everything I had. Lunged at him for all the bullshit he had brought into my life. For all the bitter things I had to hear my father say that weren’t even Peter’s fault. He was clearly not expecting my attack because we both fell to the ground. We fought tirelessly on the mat. He was physically stronger than me, so by default he was winning. He wrestled me until I was pinned under him. One hand was pinning my hand above my head, the other arm pinning down my body. In any other circumstances I would be amused to find myself in such a scandal. I looked in his eyes briefly and I could already tell he thought that he was winning. If there’s one thing I learned from Nat, it’s to always step on their moment. I hooked my leg around his knee and used all my force to flip us over. I had him pinned down now, my hair falling around my face. We were both breathing heavily.

“Told you,” I taunted. I was mentally preparing him to punch back but he didn’t. He snapped his arms out from under me and shoved me off him, hard. I fell back against the mat. He rose to his feet, brushing his hands off on his pants. “What the hell?” I exclaimed. I jumped to my feet while his back was turned to me and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He stumbled a few steps after I pushed him. Slowly, he stretched back up to reach his full height.

“You’re right,” he turned to face me and extended a hand. “Shake on the truce?” I took his hand, accepting his surrender. Only, he was not really surrendering. The moment my hand touched his, he yanked me towards him. I tripped over my feet and fell into him. My chest crashed onto his. The world was a blur as he grabbed me with force and spun us around, so he could push me up against the ropes of the ring.

“Stop, Peter get off me you bitch!” I fought back. I flailed my whole body around, trying to break loose. One hand reached up to grab the back of my head, pulling my hair and forcing my head back. I froze. His face was dangerously close to my exposed neck. His shift let my opposite arm break free. I took a breathe and reeled it back, ready to smack him in the across the face. He caught my wrist in time without taking his eyes off mine.

He lowered his head to whisper in my ear, “I win.” His breathe trickled down my neck. He had won, but he wasn’t moving. One hand was still in my hair, the other was pinning me against the ropes. His chest breathed heavily against my own. His grip on my head loosened slightly and I was able to look him straight on. He had that same smug look pasted across his face. His eyes moved from mine, trailing down my face, my neck, my body, before they settled on my lips. I momentarily lost the ability to breathe.

He kissed me hard. I tensed up slightly before giving into him completely. It tasted like blood and sweat and I felt like I was losing my mind. He pulled me closer, if that was even possible and claimed my mouth with his until my knees gave out. A newfound wave of warm washed through me. The hand in my hair gave a slight tug and my lips parted while that same hand moved to cup my jaw. For all I knew, the entire compound was wide awake and watching but I did not care. I brought my fingers to his hair, tugging at the ends. I smiled cunningly when he groaned into my mouth. He kissed me greedily and fully. Like he hated me. And I hated him.

We broke apart, limbs numb and chests heaving. The moment had passed, and our actions sunk in. What. The. Fuck. He lifted the ropes for me, and I climbed out of the ring. My head was still spinning from that kiss and my lip stung. Consequences I suppose, for kissing someone with a busted lip. I silently pulled my socks back on and Peter handed me a towel. Neither of us said another word. I left the room and didn’t look back. I could hear him behind me, but I was in no rush to have to look him in the eye ever again. What just happened?

 I woke the next morning to A.P.R.I.L. alerting me that “Father Dearest” was outside my door. He came in and sat on the edge of the bed. We both stayed quiet for a while.

I spoke first. “Where were you last night? You didn’t come by after…” I let my words trail off.

“I was going to, I swear. But then something came up with Peter and I had to go take care of that,” Dad answered.

I frowned. “Typical. Peter over your own flesh and blood, right?”

Dad inhaled sharply like he was going to bite back, but changed his mind. “That’s not true and you know it. Peter is…he’s going through something and I knew how to help him. Not everything is about you, you narcissist,” He said, joking at the end.

I had to push down my own smile. “Yeah well where do you think I got it from?” I sat up and leaned into my father. He brushed a hand down my back. “So, what’s wrong with Peter then?”

“I really shouldn’t tell you, it’s personal.” I looked up at him with my doe eyes. He rolled his eyes and sighed, nodding a silent defeat. I felt like I was nine again and he was gossiping with me about the latest secretary. Like every fight had been forgotten in this moment. “He’s been having some nightmares ever since DC. You remember the ones we used to get after Loki?” I nodded. “Now you, you always amazed me at how you handled those. But for me and Peter, we needed a different outlet. So, I let him come over in the middle of the night. I didn’t think anyone would notice.” I hummed in response, not sure what to make of that information. I mean, I kind of felt bad for the guy. He was still a bitch, but those dreams suck. No one should have to deal with them. “He really isn’t as bad as you think, you know.”

“Yeah,” I hummed. “I think you’re right.”

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