#we didn’t even get the best hemsworth

[persephones-journey]

So like….

We go from Henry Cavill, the Daddy of all Daddies, playing Geralt

To Liam Hemsworth?

[taeyongdoyoung]

hide and seek

summary: your best friend chan finds you've been fantasizing about him and decides to turn those ideas into reality... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to ??? warnings: *cracks knuckles* cnc/primal play, wolf/bunny roleplay, mention of safewords, traffic lights system (yellow used), hide and seek, mentions of pee, chasing scenario, blowjob mouthfucking, hair-grabbing, degradation, leg cramping, knees hurting, kinda realistic, unprotected sex, missionary but he holds reader down, pet names, daddy kink (like once), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare, discussion of future scenario 👀 author's note: this will be the first part in a series, i haven't decided yet how many parts, maybe three? stay tuned if you're interested 🤍 part two & part three word count: 2.5k

Chan simply asks you if he can use your laptop while you’re having a shower since his battery died and he really needs to check something work-related real quick. After doing so, he can’t help but notice the recently opened pages. He doesn’t mean to pry, really. But it’s right there. And a quick look into his best friend’s mind couldn’t hurt…could it?

He is immediately captivated by this story you’ve apparently written and keep hidden in the drafts of your blog. It’s so…sexy and unlike anything you’ve ever talked to him about.

“Dumb little bunny, thinking you can get away from me,” the big bad wolf growls in the bunny’s ear.

The bunny whimpers helplessly, trying to escape the wolf’s strong grasp but to no avail.

The wolf takes the bunny from behind mercilessly, biting her neck and using her to please his needs...

What comes at the end of the story is what shocks him the most.

“Chris, please…”

Huh? Which Chris? Chris Evans? Or maybe Hemsworth? As far as he remembers, you have always been more of a Sebastian Stan and Tom Hiddleston kinda girl but…people change, he supposes.

Until it hit him. His name is also Chris! And people do compare him to a wolf…But no, it couldn’t be…There is no way his best friend is writing stories fantasizing about him.

Unless…

He can’t imagine going on with his life without knowing the answer. So, Chan waits impatiently until you are done with your shower.

“Everything good with your work thing?” you ask him calmly once you return to your room.

“Yeah, all is good. But I found something way more interesting on your laptop,” Chan blurts out meaningfully.

The expression on your face is enough of an answer. You look completely mortified, like a true bunny that is waiting to be devoured.

“I forgot to clear my history, didn’t I?” you murmur even though you already know what Chan has seen.

“That story wasn’t about Chris Evans, was it?” Chan wants to know though he suspects what the truth is.

You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, which takes him by surprise. Gripping his hand tightly, you look so cute and pitiful. He wants to ruin you. Wait, when did those feelings show up?

“I know it was wrong, Channie, believe me. But I just couldn’t help myself, okay? Nothing else helps me get off but this fantasy. I promise I won’t do it again, please don’t end our friendship! You mean the world to me, I’m so so sorry!”

“End our friendship?” he is completely stunned by your train of thought. “Why would I? I mean, you never meant for me to see it, so I think it’s okay to have certain…fantasies. But now that I did see it, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“We don’t have to talk about it, if it makes you uncomfortable,” you suggest.

“You’re right, we don’t have to talk about it. But how about I make those scenarios come to life?”

“Huh? You want to what now?” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“It can’t be satisfying, dealing with all these frustrations by yourself.”

“It really isn’t…” you confess.

“Then, let me take care of you. That’s what friends are for, right?” Chan chuckles.

“Let me get this straight, you wanna re-enact my freaky fantasies while still staying friends?”

“Um, sure, why not?”

You would be a fool to agree. This could mess up everything. But you would be an even bigger fool to reject his tempting offer.

“I’m in.”

“Great! Then, should we discuss boundaries and safewords and stuff?”

“No boundaries, no safewords, you can do whatever you like to me, I don’t care.”

“This isn’t right. What if I want to use a safeword?”

Oh. That thought never crossed your mind but perhaps it should have.

“How about this…if I want a scene to end, I’ll say red. I know you said you don’t need one, but just in case, feel free to use it. If we want to just pause for a bit, then yellow. Green is good to go. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir. I mean, Chan. I mean, uhhh…do you want me call you something specific?”

“Whatever you like, babygirl,” he reassures you and pats your cheek. “Do you want to give this a try rightaway? Unless you’ve got other plans…”

“No way, let’s do this!” you practically jump at the opportunity.

“Alright. I’ll give you one minute to hide anywhere in this house. After that, I can do whatever I like to you.”

His words make you so thrilled that your heart threatens to escape from your chest because it’s beating louder than ever.

“If you find me,” you tease.

“Oh, I will,” Chan swears. “Now, run.”

You sprint out of your room and down the stairs, as he starts the countdown.

“Sixty…fifty-nine…”

Where should you hide? The living room doesn’t have any good hiding spots and neither does the kitchen. Under the table is too obvious. Your room would have been a good option but Chan is currently there, so it’s out of the question. The bathroom is right next to it, so once again, not a great idea. Then, it hits you. The basement! You don’t remember ever showing it to Chan so it will take him more time to think of it. You go through the door and run down another set of stairs leading to the basement. You see the perfect spot. A vintage wooden chest that just happens to be empty and is big enough to fit you if you squeeze in.

Okay, maybe not comfortable but you can survive in there for a couple of minutes. Once you’ve tucked yourself inside and closed the lid, you are suddenly hoping that Chan finds you quickly. Whatever he does to you can’t be worse than this tiny space. You didn’t know you had claustrophobia but in this very moment, you do. You can’t hear him from down here so you imagine he is looking through the other rooms first. After what feels like eternity, you finally hear steps. You are grateful that you recently peed before getting in the shower because the current situation would have undoubtedly made you wet your pants. As the steps approach, you begin to worry. What if it isn’t Chan? What if you’d forgotten to lock the door and now a complete stranger comes in to take advantage of you? No, these thoughts are irrational and make you want to use the bathroom. Ugh.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to come out and I’ll go easy on you.”

Chan’s voice both comforts you and freaks you out even more. You’re not coming out, alright. This spot was great! He can do whatever he wants to you.

“Three…two…one,” Chan finishes counting and opens the chest’s lid.

You look up at him, eyes blinking to adjust to the light. He pulls you out of it roughly.

“Last chance. Run.”

But then, you realize you were squeezed into that tiny space for so long that your leg had cramped up. You can’t possibly run right now.

“Um, sorry but yellow,” you feel like an idiot. You had said you don’t need a safeword and yet…

“What’s wrong?” Chan’s threatening gaze immediately softens and he rubs your elbow gently.

“I didn’t think I’d get a leg cramp in this freaking box,” you admit, ashamed of yourself as you shake your legs in an attempt to relax muscles.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Chan coos at you and helps you massage your leg. “Wanna call it a day?”

“Hell nah. Just, no more running, please.”

“Sure, that’s fine by me.”

“Sorry for ruining the mood.”

Chan shakes his head.

“You could never.”

“Okay, I think I’m good now,” you assure him.

“Scene?”

“Scene.”

“Did you really think you can escape me? Dumb little bunny…” Chan tsks at you and you feel your knees giving out. You need him so bad it’s not even funny anymore.

“Please, don’t hurt me, Mr. Wolf,” you plead with him even though every cell in your being would be glad to be on the receiving end of his anger.

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that? You should’ve locked your door to keep me out.”

If you tell him that you want him inside would it be too out of character for a scared bunny?

“I’ll do anything,” you promise crying. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“You’ll do anything regardless,” Chan smirks devilishly and grabs your hair harshly, pushing you to your knees. With his free hand, he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, wasting no time in pulling his cock out of his confines and stuffing your mouth full.

Fuck, your knees already hurt, probably because of that stupid chest but you choose to ignore the discomfort for now because this feeling of being dominated like that is too good to let go of.

“That’s it, take it like the useless cumslut you are,” Chan speaks degradingly but you’ve never been wetter before.

You wish you could say you are doing your best to give him a blowjob but the truth is you are not doing much, his hips thrusting forward aggressively, his hands gripping your hair. Your mouth is nothing but a cumdump for him. Your eyes are watering, vision is blurred. Your throat hurts too but it is nothing compared to the burning feeling in your knee. It is in that moment you realize that you didn’t discuss a signal for a situation where you can’t speak. You rack your brain for an alternative and remember that some subs opt for pinching their dom’s skin in an attempt to communicate discomfort. You really don’t want this to end but…

As you are overthinking this, you realize Chan’s already released his seed inside of your mouth and you are left with no choice but to swallow it up like the greedy cumwhore you are. Only for him, though.

His cock softens in his mouth but he doesn’t immediately pull out and only then, do you remember what you’ve been about to do.

You pinch his thigh lightly, looking up with moist, pleading eyes.

“What is it, darling?” Chan needs to know, taking a step back.

“Help me stand, please,” your voice is hoarse.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks as he grips your hands and leads you to sit for a while on the stupid chest responsible for your current pain. Okay, maybe, you brought this upon yourself but whatever.

“No, you were perfect, it’s just that my knees hurt. Fucking dumb wooden thing,” you grunt in frustration, punching it with your tiny fist.

Chan chuckles and strokes your hair comfortingly in complete contrast to how he was pulling it mere seconds ago. Then, he pulls you into his arms for a sweet hug.

“Sorry…I’m killing the mood again, aren’t I?” you pout.

“Not at all. Remember you’re in charge of whatever happens between us. You wanna pause, we pause. You wanna stop, we stop. I would hate myself if this doesn’t feel as good for you as it does for me.

“You feel good?”

“Are you kidding? Do you think I’d offer just anyone to fulfil their fantasies hidden in their drafts?” Chan laughs fondly.

“I’m glad you think so,” you smile at him gratefully. “I’m better now so if you’re still on board, we can continue.”

“I’m on board but let me come up with a new plan. I was thinking of fucking you doggy style but now that’s out of the question with your knee situation.”

Hearing him speak out loud what he was planning to do to you sends shivers down your spine. Damn it, maybe you should have just hidden under the table.

“How do you feel about missionary?” Chan inquires.

“Wouldn’t it be too intimate for the kind of scenario we’re doing?” you are doubtful.

“Not if I hold you down,” Chan murmurs smugly.

“Oh. Well, then…like I said, you can do whatever you like.”

“Action?”

“Action,” you confirm.

Chan wastes no time in pulling you up from your sitting position and pushing you down on the cold floor. He’s holding your wrists with one hand and undressing you with the other. Scratch that. He’s tearing your dress apart. It was never one of your faves.

“W-what are you d-doing?” you mewl at him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Chan commands.

He doesn’t bother with stretching you out because he sees you’re already soaking wet for him. Instead, he forces his thick cock inside of your tiny pussy.

Only this time, your screams are real and you’re not at all pretending.

“T-too b-big, it h-hurts,” you cry out.

“You can take it, bunny,” Chan says confidently.

You know that you can put an end to this with one simple word but damn, does it feel incredible to be stuffed full by your best friend’s large manhood.

“Shh,” he whispers in your ear. “This’ll feel so much better if you relax f’me.”

You’re trying, really. But it’s too much you feel like he’ll split you in half. Okay, maybe not a bad way to go but still.

“D-daddy, it h-hurts so m-much,” you slur mindlessly.

Wait, what did you just say?

“Daddy, huh? Easy, babybun, your wolf dad’s gonna take good care of you, I promise,” Chan’s words send you into overdrive and you come around his cock, your thighs are shaking and you’re arching your back. You can’t think anymore, you just need to be with him stuck in this moment forever. Soon enough, he releases his cum inside of your pussy.

You want to beg him to stay there for a while but you are too weak to speak.

Instead, Chan uses his fingers to push back the cum inside of your tiny pussy.

“Gotta make it stick. Will my bunny have my wolf puppies, huh?”

Oh? So, he’s that kind of guy. Well, you can’t say you mind...Besides, you’ve talked about this before and you’re on the pill so whatever he says is just for the sake of the scenario. Right?

“Was this okay?” Chan intends to find out and judging by his soft tone that is just begging to be praised you can tell that the scene is over.

“You did amazing, Chris,” you sigh wistfully and kiss his cheek.

“Better than your fantasies?”

“You have no idea.”

“So…when can we do something like this again?”

“Gee, let me have some water, at least,” you joke but your best friend (?) takes it literally and scoops you up in his arms, heading towards the stairs.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To get you water, of course. And have a bath. And then to bed.”

Fuck. Maybe staying friends will be more complicated than you initially thought.

Once you’ve both been hydrated, washed up and dried out, you are cuddled in your bed, sharing snacks.

“Do you want to try something more extreme next week?” Chan asks casually. As if what you just did wasn’t already pretty intense.

“Um, sure? What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Kind of an outside setting. It will take some planning to make sure there aren’t other people but…it just came to mind while we were in the basement.”

“Tell me more about it,” you blink curioisly and put your hand on top of his.”

“So…how do you feel about being chased in a forest?”

To be continued…

[fayes-fics]

Textual Encounter

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Text fic. Wrong number meet-cute over text.

Warnings: none... this is fluff and humour.

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Fic request fill for Anon (HERE). I kept it fun and fluffy, but yeah, I can see a sequel where they sext. Thanks to @colettebronte for the read-through. Enjoy! <3

Y/N: Hey Liz, it’s y/n y/l/n. Kindle Spa gave me your mobile. Said you had moved to another salon. I don’t trust anyone else to wax me tbh. Big date this week, kwim 😉 Can I get an appt? I’ll come to you. Doesn’t matter where. 

BB: Errr, I think you have the wrong number…

Y/N: Not Liz?

BB: Nope, Ben here. 

Y/N: Not a waxer, I presume?

BB: I may have waxed lyrical in my time, may even have lit a few candles. Have not waxed anyone no - my own body or anyone else’s. Yet. But I’m game to try anything once...

Y/N: Lol.

BB: Big date, eh?

Y/N: ….Yeah. Not that it's any of your business, stranger Ben.

BB: Fair. BB: Does it hurt?

Y/N: ??

BB: Getting waxed.

Y/N: Oh. Yeah. Like a motherfucker. But you sorta get used to it, tbh. And it’s so much less itchy than shaving regrowth, especially in sensitive areas… Wait, why am I having this convo with a complete stranger?!

BB: We don’t have to be strangers. BB: I’m Ben, 33, London. BB: I have no strong opinions on hair removal methods.

Y/N: lol. K. I’m y/n, 28, also London. Y/N: I, as you can see, do have some opinions.

BB: Hi y/n 👋 BB: I hope you can find Liz. Or someone else to assist with your hair needs.

Y/N: I would like it stated, for the record, I’m not hairy like a troll. I just like to keep things neat.

BB: The lady doth protest too much…

Y/N: You are cheeky for a stranger.

BB: Hey, I thought we agreed. Not strangers. Me Ben. You hairy troll.

Y/N: BLOCK.

BB: Just typing it doesn't work, you know.

Y/N: You should work at the Apple Genius Bar.

BB: Hmm, possibly. I do look good in blue. Or so I've been told.

Y/N: Always glad to provide career counselling.

BB: 🫡

4 days later.

BB: How’d your date go?

Y/N: That's odd. I don’t see a Genius Bar appt in my calendar…?

BB: iCal is a lying bastard. BB: I also assume you now can move faster through water.

Y/N: ??

BB: Waxed smooth like a dolphin…?

Y/N: 😆 Y/N: Entirely none of your business, but yes, actually. Well mostly. I leave some. Why am I telling you this?! Y/N: The guy was such a dud tho, I didn't get to show it off 🙁

BB: Please don't stop on my account. This is just delightful.  BB: I apologise on behalf of all men.

Y/N: For what?

BB: Having 4 sisters, I find the safest answer here is usually… everything, of course.  BB: But specifically, your rubbish date.

Y/N: Apology conditionally accepted. Y/N: 4 sisters?! 

BB: Only conditional? What do I gots to do to make it unconditional? BB: Yeah, I know… I’ve got 3 brothers too. My parents were really into each other. 

Y/N: IDK, serve a mean martini? Y/N: Understatement.

BB: That could be arranged. I took an online mixology course during lockdown.  BB: My sister El declared I'm better than Stanley Tucci. Admittedly, that was after 4 espresso martinis… but I'm taking it. She's opinionated but the best one. They are a weird bunch tho 🤔

Y/N: WOAH WOAH WOAH. That's a bold claim.

BB: Well, there’s only one way to dispute it: try one for yourself…

Y/N: Smooth, Genius Bar, smooth.

BB: I do my best 🤷

1 day later.

Y/N: I can't get my AirPods to work.

BB: You do realise I didn’t actually follow your career advice?

Y/N: Urgh. Inconvenient. What use are you then?

BB: As I said. Cocktails. I’ll try my hand at waxing if you want.

Y/N: Best stick to the day job. Which is…?

BB: Graphic design.

Y/N: Oh, that’s quite cool. 

BB: It pays the bills. You?

Y/N: MI-5

BB: Wow, you're a shit spy.

Y/N: It could be an excellent double bluff…

BB:

Y/N: Oh, we’ve graduated to memes now, have we, Genius Bar?

BB: It was called for.

Y/N: I’ll take it. Purely cos it's a Hemsworth.

BB: I would too, tbh.

Y/N: Bi?

BB: For a Hemsworth? Always.

Y/N: Anyone else?

BB: I’ll keep you posted.

Y/N: I'm on the edge of my seat.

3 days later.

BB: Oscar Issac.

Y/N: Good non sequitur evening to you, too, Genius Bar Ben.

BB: For the bi thing.

Y/N: Ahh. Got it. I can respect that.

BB: This is me, btw: www.instagram.com/benbridgerdesign.  BB: Figured you can decide for yourself if I'm a creeper.

Y/N: Appreciated.

3 minutes later.

Y/N: You paint?

BB: I dabble

Y/N: Modesty will only make me like you more.

BB: You like me?! 🥹

Y/N: You didn't mention you were handsome.

BB: There is no way to respond to that without me sounding like a twat.

BB: But thank you 😊

Y/N: This is me: www.instagram.com/ynhandle 

7 minutes later.

BB: Oh, Amalfi is so beautiful, isn't it?

Y/N: Wow. That's a deep cut. How far did you scroll back??

BB: 👀

Y/N: Yeah, it's beautiful. Shame it's tainted for me now. Was there with an ex.

BB: I saw. Very handsome.

Y/N: Are you sure you're not just into men full-stop?

BB: 🤷 BB: You’re very pretty, too.

Y/N: I’d believe it if you didn't mention my “very handsome” ex first…

BB: I call it like I see it. BB: I have had 4 whiskeys, tho, so make of that what you will.

Y/N: On a school night?!

BB: It’s my brother Ant's birthday. This is like non-optional drunk, I’ll have you know.

Y/N: Happy birthday to him. 

BB: He says thanks. He’s also told me to get off my fucking phone. Which is rich. He is texting his wife nonstop.

Y/N: Hah! Safe travels through Whiskeytown, BenBridger 🫡

BB: I kinda miss Genius Bar…. 😞

Y/N: I can't win…

2 days later.

BB: Settle an argument for me.

Y/N: 🍿

BB: Col, younger brother, never stops eating... He claims Katz Deli is overrated. I argue it's touristy but still good. You’ve been. Where do you sit on this matter?

Y/N: You really did go thru my Insta, didn't you?? Y/N: Thanks for the follow, BTW.

BB: It's a compliment, I assure you. BB: Welcome. And same.

Y/N: Not complaining. And yeah, I agree with you, actually.

BB: Hah! Excellent!!

Y/N: Wait… your older brother is Ant, and your younger brother is Col? You’re Ben. So, like ABC?

BB:  … I already warned you my family was weird.

Y/N: You did. You did.

BB: Now, please excuse me while I go gloat.

Y/N: 👍

5 mins later.

BB: Hi. This is Col. You must be the famous y/n. Ben’s in the bogs, and the mug left his phone on the table unlocked, so this is on him.  BB: He like really likes you. Like a lot. Will you go on a date with him pls? 

Y/N: Err, ok, hi Col. Y/N: Umm, I think Ben should be the one to ask me that. Don’t you?

BB: He’s too scared you’ll say no.

Y/N: I won't…

BB: EXCELLENT.

2 minutes later.

BB: I am so SO sorry about that 😬 He’s such a shit. BB: But… do you mean it?

Y/N: Ask me properly…

BB: Would you, y/n, like to go on a date with me? Please?

Y/N: I would be delighted to Ben. 😀

BB: 🙏 BB: Are you free on Thursday? Could I take you to dinner?

Y/N: Sounds wonderful. 

BB: 7pm? Meet at Picadilly Circus? By Brasserie Zedel?

Y/N: I’ll be there 😀

BB: 😀

10 days later.

BB: I think you should know… Liz is an artiste 😮‍💨

Y/N: Stop texting me from my bed, you dork. 😘 Y/N: How do you take your coffee?

BB: I'm like 10 meters away. Why not just ask me?

Y/N: You started this, Genius Bar…

BB: Come back to bed, Mostly Hairless Troll.

Y/N: I asked for that, didn't I? 🤦

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[piratefishmama]

Pt1

It continues, also with Robin. She leaves Steve on that floor, pathetically cycling through this random metalheads video game music repertoire, sending a silent apology for her fallen friend to the lady in the apartment below them, sure she got to hear Steve practicing his songs every now and then which was a blessing, but she also now had to deal with his pathetic puppy crush as well.

Sorry two (definitely not house-trained) poodle owning lady, Robin sent her condolences for her hearing. But only a little condolence, one of those dogs had left a steamer in the elevator and it was a tall-ass apartment block. Karma really, sweet sweet karma.

It continued because Robin had a mild gift for hunting people down on the internet, it was a skill she’d developed and honed purely to hunt down the assholes who occasionally popped up on Steve’s insta with threatening messages and dumb as shit behaviours that a best friend refused to abide by. Steve had never allowed her to do anything with the knowledge, but one day, one day, the dogs of war would be released, and she would rain fury down upon them for making him make the sad puppy eyes.

He was just a dude, sure he grew up with wealthy parents, sure he had connections since birth to help him get to where he wanted to be, but… that didn’t make him any less of a soft-ass with a genuine love of sports, and sweaters, and listening to audio books in reading nooks with mugs of coffee like some kind of pinterest mood board model.

That didn’t make him any less of an actual mother hen to several child actors and young musicians ensuring they got fair treatment, ensuring they were never taken advantage of by the industry or the people around them.

It continued because within an hour of sleuthing, Robin poked her head back around from Steve’s guest room (read: Robin’s second home), and proudly announced “Found him!” As loud as she could to get over the cover of the final boss battle from Banjo and Kazooie that Steve absolutely did not recognise but was clearly vibing to.

“Found who?”

“Your mystery hater! He’s a—”

“Robin!! You can’t dox people!!”

“I’m not doxing him, I’m telling you exactly where he is so you can go confront him.”

“That is exactly what doxing is. How did you even find him?!”

“Dumbass posted a pic of a newspaper article that his friend wrote, which, uhm, that’s pretty cool I guess, but it had her name on it! All I had to do was search LinkedIn for her and boom, I gottem.”

“…Okay so he’s basically asking to be found is what you’re saying right now.”

“EXACTLY, can we go? Can we? I wanna see him squirm like a little bitch baby when you turn up to confront him.”

“All you’ll see is my pathetic attempts to flirt with him because I don’t know how I’d be anything but pathetic around him I mean have you seen his hands? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident, Robin?” The incident in question involving a low doorway and a concussion that left him delirious in the fantastic arms of the God of Thunder.

“Do I remember you acting like a drunk school girl with her first crush around a guy with biceps bigger than your head? Yes. Yes I do. It was hilarious and you gained a handsome Aussie as a life-long friend out of that pathetic display—"

“I was concussed.”

“Drunk school girl. That doesn’t mean you can’t manage to charm a little bitch from Indiana, we’re from Indiana, we have common ground, you can bond with him!”

“Oh, because being born within the same state makes for such a conversation starter… should we really go?” Would that be stupid? Would that be crossing a line? Would that be absolutely batshit insane?

“For true love—" and champagne in First-Class "I think we should.”

“…Fine.”

Part 3

[deanwritings]

The Guest House - Chapter 6

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 3,288

A/N: Almost missed this week's chapter because I've been obsessively reading Fourth Wing and Iron Flame. Took a lot of willpower to put the books down and get this finished 😅

You were absolutely shocked, flabbergasted, dismayed, aghast, and every other word in the thesaurus when Dean offered to be your hiking buddy. 

Never in a million years did you ever expect the man to offer you any favors, not alone fix your car, and definitely not take you hiking. 

After he left for work, a part of you still wanted to go. You weren’t one to wait around if you didn’t have to, but if you were being honest with yourself, you had been scared to go alone. The only times you had ever hiked alone was when you were a fearless teenager, and even then you had your 110 pound dog, Beau, by your side, so you never had to worry about someone bothering you. Plus, those were your home trails, you knew them even when you took a wrong turn. Mount Carmel was entirely new to you. Even though the hiking reviews said the trails were relatively easy, there was always a chance of missing a trail marker, especially being out of season. Hiking markers were typically re-sprayed in spring, so it had been almost a year of weathering the elements since the last time they’d likely have been updated. 

And of course, the big question ringing in your mind – could you trust Dean? The truth was, you didn’t know much about him. Every interaction up until that point had been contentious at best. Not to mention that gun he first greeted you with. Sure, you two had a nice morning together, but was that enough to trust him and let him lead you through the woods alone? 

So you decided to give Sydney a call.

“Absolutely not.” Her voice rings through the receiver. “Just cause he was nice to you once means nothing.” You sigh as you throw yourself onto the couch. 

“I know.” And you do. That’s why you were calling her for a second opinion. “But he actually seemed genuine. Surprisingly so.”

“Nope. No. No way.” She reinforces her position on it. “Please don’t make me have to do an interview on Dateline. I will not be nice. I will say ‘I told her not to go but she was dumb and didn’t listen.’ Twitter will have a field day with it.” You laugh quietly as you let your head fall against the back of the couch, staring up at the plank ceilings that match the floors. 

“Fair enough,” you conceded, knowing that what she’s saying is absolutely true. “But what if I told you he was really hot?” You raise your eyebrows even though she can’t see you. 

The other line is silent for a moment.

“How hot we talking? Like Tom Hiddleston hot or Chris Hemsworth hot?”

“Hemsworth, definitely.” You smile as you think about Dean’s defined features; a strong jaw covered in a few days worth of scruff and his oddly beautiful green eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever considered a man’s eyes beautiful until you met him. You also enjoyed the way his hair swooped over his forehead. It wasn’t long, per say, but you definitely could see yourself grabbing a handful of it if the time were right.

“Are we forgetting the vindictive ex-wife?” Sydney chimes in, breaking you from your daydreaming before it takes a shameful turn. “I mean, he had to do something to her to make her hate him that much.”

“I’m not trying to marry him, Syd.” You roll your eyes. “Yeah, he’s kinda an asshole, but he’s a hot asshole. And it’s not like I’m going to be around here much longer.” You only had about two weeks left on your rental, and now that Dean was starting to come around to you, the thought crossed your mind that maybe he could be that vacation fling you had been hoping to find. 

“Okay, well I gotta get back to work.” You can hear her heels click before background voices filter in. You glance over to the kitchen clock; 1:31. Her lunch break was ending. “Just make smart choices, please.” Her voice pleads just a bit. You know she trusts you, but you would be looking out for her if the roles were reversed. 

“Always do, Sydy. I’ll text you later.” 

As you hang up, you realize that you haven’t actually gotten lunch yet for yourself. You had some cold cuts in the fridge, but considering you were supposed to be out hiking right now, you were antsy to get out of the house. 

You decide it’s a good day to head back into town and grab some lunch, and who knows, maybe you’ll run into a certain mechanic. The idea has you smiling as you grab your coat and throw on your boots, not before freshening up with some quick makeup before you go. Just in case. 

Thankfully, your car starts with just one easy press of the ignition, and your lips turn upward as you think about Dean saving you this morning. 

A few minutes later, you’re parked downtown, this time getting a spot right in front of BILLIES. Your eyes scan the street, not seeing the tell-tale forest green truck of your neighbor. 

It had been wishful thinking, but you still need lunch so you head inside.

“Afternoon, hun.” Billie herself greets you, and you give her a wave as you take a seat at the counter. This was your fourth visit now, and each time Billie had always greeted you with a warm smile and treated you like a regular, even though she knew you were leaving soon. 

She drops a menu and a water in front of you.

“You know the deal.” She gives you a smirk before turning towards the kitchen. And you do. Once you are ready to order, just flag her down.

You’ve been making a point to order something new each time you visit, so today you were going with a chipotle turkey cheeseburger, curly fries, and your usual Diet Coke. 

Once your food is ready, Billie drops it in front of you, but you stop her before she can hurry away. Even with a near-empty diner, she always manages to find something to keep her busy.

“Hey, can I get your opinion on something?” She nods, her hair bouncing around her as she drops a hand to her hip.

“What’s up, hun?” 

“You know Dean pretty well, right?” Her chestnut eyes narrow at you. 

“Sure do,” Her tone is lighter than her gaze. “Known that boy since he was a tyke. Babysat him and his brother a few times.” 

Well that was interesting, you didn’t know Dean had a brother. Not that you would, but considering all your run-ins, you assumed he would have been around. Maybe he didn’t live here anymore. 

“He offered to take me hiking on Mount Carmel on Thursday. Obviously I barely know him, he’s safe to go with right? Like, I don’t have to worry about him killing me or anything?” Her head falls back with a deep laugh, and her hands clap together. It takes her a moment to collect herself as her chest heaves, and she wipes a tear away from her eye. You just watch her with wide eyes as she draws the attention of the few patrons enjoying a late lunch. 

“Oh, LORD, I have not laughed like that in a while.” She throws a hand onto her chest. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then?” You assume from her reaction. 

“Sweetie, that boy is harmless.” She assures you, a hint of laughter still in her tone. “A pain in the ass, maybe, but you don’t have anything to worry about with Dean.” 

“Well that I knew.” You pick up a fry and take a bite.

“How’d you manage to talk him into taking you for a hike anyhow?” Billie asks as she rests one hand on the counter and the other finding its way back to her hip.

“He offered,” you shrug, biting into another fry as her eyebrows shoot up. 

“He offered to take you hiking?” She parrots in disbelief and you nod. Her eyes look you up and down and you suddenly sit up straighter under her scrutiny. 

“What?” You now feel self-conscious. You don’t know what she’s looking at or for, but heat rises to your ears and cheeks as she looks you over. 

She just tsks and shakes her head, pushing off the counter. 

“Just surprised is all.” She gives a small shrug as someone behind you flags her down. “Enjoy your meal, hun.” 

And with that, she hurries into the dining room, leaving you confused and hungry as you pick up your burger and dig in.

Dean’s toweling off his hair, the bathroom steamed and warm from his shower, when his phone buzzes on the counter. 

He clicks his phone alive, 7:02 in big white numerals above the text notification bearing your name. 

He stands up a little straighter as he clicks open the text, his eyes quickly scanning your words.

If the offer still stands, I wouldn’t mind a hiking buddy on Thursday. 

He smiles down at the text. He obviously didn’t know you very well, but he fully anticipated you ignoring his warning and going hiking alone today anyways. 

But his shoulders drop as he realizes he’s now committed to a hike and he drops his head back. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he tossed his damp towel in the hamper and heads into the bedroom, thinking about his response as he grabs some sweats, a henley, and a thick pair of socks, because god damn, it was cold out. 

 Once he’s changed, he picks his phone back up.

Consider it done. He texts back as he heads downstairs to whip up some dinner. 

Dean didn’t have a lot of skills outside the auto shop, but one thing he was good at was cooking. He spent a lot of his childhood watching cooking shows with his mom as she tried to up her own ability, his early years being a lot of tv dinners and mac and cheese. By the time he was a teenager, she could pull together the most delicious pot roast and mashed potatoes you ever had. And Dean was her number one helper. 

“My little sous chef.” She would call him until he begged her to stop one day when he was twelve. 

The thought makes him smile, and he realizes he hasn’t called her in a while.

Once he gets out the ingredients he needs, he grabs his headphones and pops them into his ears.

“Hey Siri,” He unwraps the strip steak and slaps it down onto a cutting board. “Call mom.”

The phone rings as he heavily salts the beef.

“Dean!” His mother's excitement makes him wince as it nearly blows out his eardrums.

“Hi, mom,” he smiles, happy to be talking to her for the first time in well over a week. He tried to call her every few days, but as his divorce has been draining him mentally and financially, he’s been calling less. And at this moment, he feels really bad about it. 

“It’s been a while.” She says much softer. “How are things?” The genuineness in her voice immediately eases the stress that has burrowed in his shoulders ever since Lisa left. 

As he heats up and butters his cast iron skillet, he fills his mom in on happenings at the shop, Mary needing full updates on Benny, Adam, and the rest of the gang. How the divorce is going, and Dean fills her in about his guest. 

“Dean,” she sighs. He knows this divorce hurts her. She had loved Lisa like the daughter she never had, and was so excited to watch her son start his life with what she thought was a lovely woman. He still remembers her heartbreak when he told her that he caught Lisa cheating and that she had left him.

“Sweetheart, is this really worth dragging on?” He rolls his eyes as he bastes the steak. 

Here comes the mom lecture. 

“I really wish you could just move on from all this. I know she hurt you, but Dean, how long are you going to continue giving her power over your life?” His shoulders drop as he sighs. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move on, but to be honest, he just didn’t know how. Everything went so wrong so fast, his head was spinning like a top, and that was before he found Lisa in bed with Gavin. 

“I really want you to be happy, Dean.” The break in her voice has him shaking his head. This was another reason he hasn’t been calling as often. He didn’t want his own mother to pity him. 

Here he was, 32 years old, in the middle of a divorce, with nothing but a house and bitterness, while his brother was thriving. 

At 28, Sam was proving to be a shining star at the law firm he started with when he graduated law school. And last month, he proposed to his college sweetheart, Jessica. His life was just beginning, while Dean’s was stuck in the mud. 

“I am happy, mom.” He lies. “And I’ll be a lot happier once this divorce is over and Lisa is out of my life for good.” He carefully flips his steak, continuing to baste so it doesn’t burn. He can hear his mother’s sigh in his ears. She always knew when he was lying.

“Are you coming up to visit anytime soon?” She changes the subject.

“Actually, I’m coming up this weekend. There’s a car auction Sunday and Rick wants me to come tune up a few of his cars before he puts them on the block.” 

“Oh good!” His mother’s excitement returns, and they carry on with their conversation. 

Fifteen minutes later, Dean carries his finished plate to the table; seared stripe steak and roasted green beans with some leftover potatoes he had from a few nights ago. 

He rubs his hands together before he cuts into the steak, humming at the perfectly medium rare center. 

After a few bites, he picks up his phone, and sees he has a missed text from you stamped 24 minutes ago, while he was on the phone with his mom. 

Not sure if you wake up early on your days off, but if you do, I was thinking a sunrise hike? But if not I’m happy to go anytime. 

Dean purses his lips as he takes another bite, this time mixing in some mashed potato. 

He Googles Thursday’s sunrise: 6:59am. The hiking trails were about 25 minutes away, and it takes about an hour to hike to the lookout. Doing the math backwards, they would have to leave here by 5:30am. Definitely a little early for his taste on his one day off this week, but he invited himself on your hike, so he was going to swallow down his own distaste for that early of a start and agree. 

Sounds good to me. Meet me in the driveway 5:30am. We can take my car. 

Dean’s about to put his phone down but the three text bubbles jump up on the screen, and only a few seconds later, your next text.

On second thought, how about a post-sunrise hike? 

Dean smiles and lets you know that works, and you agree to meet in the driveway at 7:30am instead. 

See you then. You reply, and Dean closes out the screen and returns to his dinner. 

He’s not sure why, but he feels almost excited for tomorrow. Which is odd considering how much he fucking hates hiking. And though you two have been civil, he still wouldn't say he likes you. He just doesn’t dislike you anymore, finally able to separate you from the scheme Lisa dropped you into.

But Dean doesn’t dwell on it, more than likely just looking forward to a change of scenery as he takes a big bite of steak and settles into his seat.

“I can’t believe you consider this fun,” Dean huffs behind you, watching every step he takes as you transverse the mountainside. The incline is not overly steep, and thankfully the path isn’t too rocky, but the real danger is the one Dean warned you about; the ice. Thankfully you haven’t fallen flat on your ass, but you’ve definitely slipped a few times, once which had you rolling out your ankle to make sure you hadn’t sprained it only fifteen minutes in. 

“No one forced you to come.” You remind him with an easy breath as you focus back on your own steps, your gloved hands resting easy on the lapels of your backpack. Not that you’re trying to taunt him while he seems to be struggling as he staggers behind you.

“You know, you could walk on a flat road.” Dean continues to complain a few minutes later, as the trees start to fall away, replaced by boulders and lingering snow patches. “I mean, really, what the hells the difference? There’s plenty of trees on the road by my place if that’s what you’re looking for.” He gripes as you turn over your shoulder, watching as he steps around an iced-over puddle.  

“Tell me Dean, are you always this grumpy, or do I just seem to bring out the worst in you?” You pause and fully look towards him, dropping your hands across your chest as he takes a few more cautious steps, closing the distance between you as he steps up on a rock, the added height making him tower over you.

You’ve been at this for almost an hour, and Dean has complained almost every chance he’s had. It was very clear that he did not enjoy hiking, and it was starting to sour your morning. This was supposed to be your get-into-nature, positive energy, meditative morning hike. You had no problem taking this hike alone, he was the one who invited himself. So it was time he started acting like the guest he was. 

“Must be you, sweetheart.” He grins widely down at you, his white teeth flashing, and you suck in a breath as your heart halts.

Holy shit, this man is beautiful. His hair is tucked into a gray knit hat, and his broad frame is hidden under a thick, camel hunting coat. But his eyes. Those green eyes are shining bright in the early morning sun, and they may be the most amazing eyes you’ve ever seen, on a man or woman. It’s almost unfair. 

Truly, what the hell is a man as good-looking as Dean doing hiding away in this small town? Especially with the city only two hours away. He could easily be a model or an actor if he wanted to. The world opens doors for beautiful people. 

“Lucky me,” you regain your composure and return a tight smile as you turn on your heel, but as you shift, your left foot slips out from under your boot and you start to fall forward, your hands shooting out to brace your fall just as two hands grip your hips, catching you. 

“Warned you about that ice.” You can hear the cheeky grin in his voice as he helps you straighten up, his fingers digging deliciously into your skin through your workout tights before he lets go.

You want to shoot back a sassy remark, but you bite your tongue.

“Thank you.” You offer instead, turning towards him carefully as to not lose your footing again. 

“Don’t mention it,” he smiles down at you as he pushes past, taking the lead for the first time since you started your hike, and you have no choice but to follow.

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“This is weird, right?” You say to yourself once you’re back to your little cabin. Who the fuck goes on a trip with a man they barely know, to stay with his mother of all people. 

Aunt Rose would. Your inner voice rings out. Hell, she would jump at the opportunity for the chance at a fun weekend at a fancy car show. 

I mean, it did sound cool. You’ve never been to a car show before, not that you know much about them, but you do “ohhh” and “ahhh” whenever a nice car drives by. You can at least appreciate them. And what were you going to do this weekend? The loneliness was starting to grate at you. Turns out four weeks alone wasn’t as relaxing as you expected it to be. It was nice at first, but now it was getting boring. You’ve hiked, you’ve read, you’ve meditated, you’ve shopped. Though it sounds like the town is bustling with city tourists during the warmer months, there was not much going on while there’s snow on the ground. Really, the only thing you could think of was to head to Max’s. Maybe you could meet someone this time, and not get interrupted since Dean won’t be around. 

But you know that’s not what you want to do. 

Oh god, Sydney is going to murder me. 

You pick up your phone and open a text.

I’m in. 

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[roboverse]

Man it feels weird getting what to me is the best possible outcome for a new transformers animated film and seeing people absolutely ragging on it right away. Films not even out yet, we only just got the first trailer. So why is everyone so quick to dismissing the film? Hell Bumblebee literally say badass in the trailer! They don’t do that shit for “kids” films so I don’t get why everyone is jumping to the conclusion just because the comedy in the trailer is corny that the entire film is inherently bad!

Fucks sake what’s the problem even if it is bad movie! It’s objectively a very visually pleasing experience! We get to see Cybertron more! The culture too! I’ve seen so many people beg for pre-war cybertron stories and now that we get it we throw fits? I’m amazed at the lack of care this fandom has given. Hell I’ve seen people get angry it’s not angsty or tragic and seems light hearted. Upset that Orion and D-16 act childish! When it’s been marketed as an origin story! And they’re meant to be teens! What the fuck do people think “getting a t-cog” is representative of huh? (It’s puberty or maybe the transition into adulthood by my estimation)

Anyway I’m a little frustrated and wished people weren’t so quick to pessimism. I will happily wait until next fall knowing I didn’t waste it thinking about what could have been.

I’ll give you all this though: I don’t like that it’s an all celebrity voice cast. However having studied film I understand why they have movie stars to boost the possible reach of the film. For example my mother watched the trailer because she saw Chris Hemsworth’s name and wanted to see what was going on. It’s annoying, but not some evil malicious choice on the part of the film by any means. Different can be good sometimes anyway when it comes to voices.

[agentnico]

Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (2024) review

I have now officially lost my IMAX vorjeneteee! First time experiencing a film in IMAX at the BFI theatre and holy Moses that’s one big screen! The perfect way to get immersed in Chris Hemsworth flexing his prosthetic nose!

Plot: Snatched from the Green Place of Many Mothers, young Furiosa falls into the hands of a great biker horde led by the warlord Dementus. Sweeping through the Wasteland, they come across the Citadel, presided over by the Immortan Joe. As the two tyrants fight for dominance, Furiosa soon finds herself in a nonstop battle to make her way home.

Mad Max: Fury Road is easily one of the most spectacular action films of the 21st century. Shame that back when it came out in cinemas I opted to go see Pitch Perfect 2 instead. Look, my film tastes back then we’re not as refined nor was I so cultured in…..okay yeah, my film taste was crap. I opted to go watch some youngsters sing acapella instead of witnessing Tom Hardy and Charlize Theron wanting to literally kill one another for 2 hours in glorious form. I’ve of course since fixed my ways and discovered and appreciated Fury Road for what it was. The maddening chaotic post-apocalyptic world built from the mind of George Miller, the visuals are truly impressive, especially due to 80% of it being actual practical effects, so seeing the cars flying about left and right and characters defying physics, with Junkie XL’s energetic score and so many cool characters throughout - it’s pure awesomeness. The only weakness really is that there’s hardly a plot. Like half of the movie is a chase and the other half is a race. Essentially if you boil it down to the basics. Not much narrative substance so to speak.

Luckily Furiosa ends up being that kind of prequel/spin-off that actually enhances and improves on the Fury Road experience. There’s so much more story in Furiosa, but not only does it focus on its titular heroes, but it also fleshes out the villains from the original film as well as featuring set pieces that would be highly recognisable to the Mad Max fans. I’m not even simply referring to Fury Road here. There’s a few Easter Eggs that fall reference to the 2015 Mad Max game, which by the way is a highly entertaining play through and a very unique open-world game that doesn’t get enough love. So naturally I was pleased to see a lot of material from that game being made canon now, from the appearances of characters like Scaborus Scrotus and Chumbucket to the film debut of the Gastown location, which is only referenced in Fury Road but has been brought to life in the game. And now we get to see it in full glory in film form. Right, I’m not an obsessive video game or anything but I did have a little fanboy excitement seep through during this film.

The movie solely relied on dialogue focused on world-building, and the villain of Chris Hemsworth’s character, Dementus, was better than I’d expected. Honestly from the trailers I was afraid if he was going to be too cartoony, and also I’m still recovering from whatever the fudge Thor: Love & Thunder was, however the way Hemsworth mixes in the humor he’s known for with his rage and wit was a welcome sight. He’s still a dangerous character, standing up to Immortan Joe as well as destroying Furiosa’s childhood and leaving her with nothing but vengeance. Honestly not going to lie, this may be Hemsworth’s best performance ever. Truly with this and Bad Times at the El Royale Chris Hemsworth truly proves that he’s a fantastic actor when it comes to playing antagonists. He’s highly entertaining but also leaves a lasting impression as a truly sadistic character. Anya Taylor-Joy as Furiosa was alright, however not going to lie, I do feel the movie missed a trick by not bringing back Theron. Chances are Theron probably did not want to come back after having a terrible time filming Fury Road, but she was so powerful as that character, and with Taylor-Joy she simply didn’t reach that same level of intensity and anger expected from the character. I did enjoy her interactions with Tom Burke though. The way the two immediately worked together to fend off the raiders on the War Rig was reminiscent of the way Theron and Tom Hardy did in Fury Road, doing its predecessor justice. Burke played the role perfectly and their goals and motivations were rightly aligned with each other, eventually falling in love with one another, which gave Furiosa even more motivation on her hell-bent journey of enacting revenge on Dementus. Again, there’s so much story in this story, and it filled a lot of gaps in the Mad Max lore.

Though I thoroughly enjoyed the plot, dialogue, characters and set pieces, the main issue I had was the movie’s misuse of color-grading and CGI. While Fury Road set the standard for practical effects with minimal uses of CGI, making scenes come to life through real explosions and harsh red color-grading, Furiosa suffered from lack of both. The color-grading was too clean for me as it relied on softer colors, a downgrade from its predecessor eight years ago, and there were more moments that I could see the CGI at work — and it wasn’t done well. In fact at times the backgrounds of scenes looked so fake it was jarring and really broke the immersion. Again, I was watching this on the giant IMAX screen, so the level of detail was both great in enjoying most of the film, but also made the weaker visuals stick out like a sore thumb. Also Junkie XL’s Fury Road score is a true orchestral masterpiece. The levels of epicness it reaches is superb, so I was highly disappointed with what he did this time around. Aside from a couple of moments, the music score is an uninspired collection of booms and drum beats that left zero emotion.

Furiosa is a fantastic cinematic experience and is the second time this year where a desert setting makes for a superb film. Chris Hemsworth is the stand out and the story is rich in depth and scale, even if it does end up a bit too bloated. It does falter in the technical side with the obvious CGI and the weaker music score, bit overall this makes me want to see Miller continue making these Mad Max flicks, though judging by the box office results that may now be a pie dream. But let’s enjoy what we have - lady and gentlemens, start your engines!

Overall score: 8/10

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- It’s Over.. For Good

Part 44

2014

19th September

“Liam I can’t do this anymore” I say over the phone with tears in my eyes. He’s on loud speaker while I’m in my hotel room with the other boys sat around the room looking at me with sympathy

“Babe it’s just…”

“A break I heard you, but this relationship is so on and off and it’s when it pleases you. Have you even thought about me and my feelings?”

“Yes of course that’s why I’m doing this. To make us stronger” I take a deep breath looking at Harry who gives me a small nod. I know i have to end things, it’s wrong this relationship, toxic even

“Fine let’s take a break”

“Ok just know I love you and….”

“I want it to last”

“What?” Liams voice comes through sounding shocked

“Liam I think we need to break up, properly. This needs to be the last time. Our relationship isn’t going anywhere”

“And whose fault is that? You said you didn’t want to move in with me”

“Because of us always breaking up then getting back together. Liam, I’m done. I hope you can find your person, but it’s not me”

“Is this because of Harry?”

“What’s he got to do with us?”

“He’s always with you”

“We work together. Look Liam I’m done with this conversation. I’m sorry it has to be over the phone, but since you keep flaking out on our dates and I don’t know when I’ll next see you, plus your already asking for a break, Liam it’s over”

“Because I’m working”

“And so am I but I’m making time”

“YN” Niall quietly says

“Goodbye Liam” I hang up the phone and hand it to Niall before being wrapped up into the arms of my best friends while crying

“I think tonight calls for chick flicks and ice cream” Louis says

“Thank you” I know I’ll be sad for a little bit, but this is good. I will get back to my normal self in no time.

November

Liam Hemsworth And YN YLN Over?

01/11/2014

Speculations of the One Direction singer and the Hunger Games actor break up have officially been confirmed not only by Hemsworth but also by the singers band mate Harry Styles.

Fans started to speculate on the couples break up after YN hadn’t replied or liked an instagram post that Hemsworth has uploaded earlier last month.

Hemsworth was asked in an interview if everything was ok with the couple, he replied “things have changed within the relationship, there’s been lies and no trust. We decided to break up before things got worse between us”

YLN was seen arriving at Heathrow Airport with her band mates, but was mainly spotted with Styles, who often placed his hand on her lower back. A fan had asked YN how she and Liam were, Styles responded “YNs ok, we don’t want to talk about it”

Rumours about Harry Styles and YN YLN dating have again resurfaced although Styles is said to be dating Australian models Nadine Leopold. Are these the lies that Hemsworth were speaking off? Are YN and Harry secretly dating? Is Harry cheating on Nadine? Did YN cheat on Liam? Only time will tell. 

“This is ridiculous!” I say throwing my phone on the sofa. My dad sighs walking over to me

“He’s made you cry, he’s not the one for you YN and as much as I’m sorry you’re going through it right now, I’m glad he’s out of your life. Don’t take any notice of the tabloids. They write any old shit”

“Thanks dad. Love you”

“You to pumpkin” dad kisses my forehead “why don’t you do some writing? Help you through this tough period”

“Maybe”

*Photo credit to harianastyles on instagram

[dpterri]

Quicksilver aaron taylor johnson

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In Age of Ultron, Pietro Maximoff and his sister Wanda are volunteers of Hydra, both acquiring superhuman powers after volunteering to be experimented upon. for the next bout of Avengers-related action. Aaron Taylor-Johnson signed on to play Pietro Maximoff in Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015), and first appeared in a mid-credits scene for Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014). We’ll have to wait and see whether the subtle dance of agents, representatives, lawyers and producers ends up with Johnson joining the likes of Chris Hemsworth, Mark Ruffalo, Chris Evans and, presuming he makes his deal, Robert Downey Jr. This week in Duh, We Knew That news, Aaron Taylor-Johnson has officially joined the cast of The Avengers: Age of Ultron as Quicksilver, the one hero more. In the same year that he appeared in 'Godzilla,' Aaron Taylor-Johnson had a short. In a strange coincidence, Peters played Todd in the original Kick-As****s. The weird quirk is here is that while Quicksilver and his sister are technically mutants – they’re the children of Magneto, as you can learn here – Marvel can’t mention that or their parentage, while Fox can’t ever link them to the Avengers.įox and Singer have gone with Evan Peters for their Quicksilver, picking someone who is a little lower profile than Marvel’s idea.

#Quicksilver aaron taylor johnson movie

Apparently, however, the man who has until recently been best known to comic book movie fans as the title character in Kick-Ass (and who will be back in the sequel on August 16) is the front-runner for the role. Marvels Avengers: Age Of Ultron Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) and Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff (Elizabeth Olsen) Ph: Jay Maidment. 'The Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)'Quicksilver (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) - All Scenes PowersPietro Maximoff was a native of Sokovia who grew up with his frater. We’re cautioned that it’s early days for this right now: there isn’t even a formal offer, let alone a deal in place yet. Aaron Taylor-Johnsonwhose previous superheroic exploits include a two-film stint as Kick-Ass, and the (non- Wandavision) MCU incarnation of Pietro Quicksilver Maximoff is getting back. Shakman did confirm that they moved past this idea fairly quickly, though, and explained how the use of Peters as Quicksilver worked on several levels for WandaVision. For most of their existence, Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch have been classified as mutants in the comics, though it’s since been retconned that they. Today comes the Marvel response, as The Wrap reports Aaron Taylor-Johnson is being considered for the role in Whedon’s film. He didn't reveal how using Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Quicksilver would've potentially changed the show. When Joss Whedon started hinting that Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch were likely to appear in the line-up for the Avengers sequel, there was considerable casting speculation. Aaron Taylor-Johnson Talks Adapting Quicksilver For The Avengers 2.

[tonysbed]

Swimming Dicks

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Mcu Cast x FemReader

Summary:A fan’s questions gets you and Chris into a tricky situation

warnings:Mention of Penises/Sex,Mackie is confused,Scott is in the audience

“So..Chris.What is the strangest thing someone asked you?”Chris thought for a moment and laughed”Oh I have something.”He looked over at you”No!Evans!”He only laughed at you”So one day Y/n and I were at the pool at Ma’s house.I went swimming and she laid in the sun.Everything fine and chill.”He couldn’t hold back another laugher while you shrunk in your seat.

“I lifted myself out of the water and she sat up.Y/n only looks at me and goes:Chris?Does your Penis swim or is it at your body when you are in the water?And looked at me in the most curious way”Everyone erupted into laughter.

After everyone calmed down Hemsworth spoke up. “Well mine doesn’t”He said and looked at Chris”Mine neither”And looked at you”Who’s Penis is swimming?Mine doesn’t do that either”Hiddleston said laughing.

Mackie was confused”Hold up.How big are your dicks that they don’t swim?!”Everyone erupted into laugher again”What?It’s a good question”He said shrugging. “How tiny is YOURS that it does swim?”Sebastian asked,leaning over to him”You wanna find out?”

Sebastian’s eyes widened and he sat back up straight.

”No thanks dude”

Everyone laughed again”Well..Now we got that answered and now let’s move on”You try to change the topic”No,No,No.Y/n.How big is Chris’ dick that it doesn’t swim?!”Mackie asked,slightly offended.Chris laughed and did his famous left boob grab on himself.

“Wha-?How should I-What the?I don’t even know that!”You said”LIE!”Someone screamed from the audience.Just then you spotted Chris’ brother Scott in the first row.You opened your mouth to say something but closed it after nothing came.

“Scott is obsessed with the idea of me and Y/n dating.Just ignore him.”Chris said,trying to cover your stuttering.Mackie didn’t believe a word that came out of Chris’ mouth”Leave them alone my gosh.”Scarlett said laughing”If they wanna have sex then let them.It’s not like they would admit their feelings for each other”Robert said and leaned back in his chair.

Now it was not only your but also Chris’ mouth that was open”What?!”You answered”We aren’t having sex-“,”ANOTHER LIE”Scott again”Dude.Shut up.You have no idea about anything”You say into Scott’s direction”No?Then who’s woman stuff is it at his house?You play golf too.Normally you wear a shirt with your last name on it.Are you missing it?Well it’s in Chris’ house”Scott said.

You were indeed missing your golf shirt.After the last time you played with Chris,you went home with him.Normally you two would never give in but the tension was to much to ignore.Since then it happened after premier’s,in your trailer’s on set,Bathroom’s or just at home.You leaned back”I’m not gonna say anything anymore”You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Chris also leaned back and over to you”Well Scott is a backstabber”He said.You nodded and turned your head to him”But poor mackie.Guess his Dick is really not that big”You said jokingly.Chris laughed and laid his forget on your shoulder.You laughed too.

Maybe it was time to take Scott’s words serious..?

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So.. it proofread AGAIN but I love writing my Imaginary Scenarios into FanFics.I think those are actually the best AND funniest😀

[minaminokyoko]

Fuck you, Love and Thunder: A Rant

Massive spoilers for Thor: Love and Thunder below.

I know this is going to fall in deaf ears, but I’m gonna fucking say it anyway—the decision to completely sideline, ignore, and downgrade Valkyrie in Love & Thunder was goddamn bullshit.

Look, I get it. Natalie Portman left the Thor franchise originally probably feeling underused and written as not much more than a cute damsel. I am fine if they decided that they wanted to bring her back and end Jane’s arc on what’s supposed to be a high note.

But that’s no excuse to demote Valkyrie into a fucking extra.

There was room for both of those characters to have had equal screentime and importance to the overall story. But they didn’t do that. They basically shoved Valkyrie into the Black Best Friend trope, like she hasn’t been there right by Thor’s side the entire time since he changed her mind and helped her value herself after years of being a bitter, angry drunkard on Sakaar. After all that they went through from Ragnarok to Endgame, Love and Thunder just decides that she doesn’t matter. She is given no meaningful scenes with Thor, or even on her own. She is literally cast in Jane’s shadow for the entire goddamn fucking film, like she isn’t even remotely important or relevant, and Jane is everything. The movie LITERALLY puts Jane Foster on a fucking pedestal to the point where she is Jesus—she “sacrifices” herself for our fucking sins and dies and the movie worships her for two straight hours while giving Valkyrie less than the bare minimum of screentime. She’s in the film so little and matters so little that I am enraged that they even decided to include Valkyrie in the movie at all.

And the final betrayal for me was gaslighting the audience by acting as if she had no sexual tension or romantic links to Thor.

I didn’t make that shit up. You didn’t either. None of us did. Thor and Valkyrie are the quintessential enemies to friends trope and had Natalie Portman not entered the picture, I am more than fucking certain they’d have gone from enemies to friends to lovers. There was a kiss filmed in Ragnarok that didn’t make the cut and then there was a deleted scene in Endgame where Thor wants to kiss Valkyrie, but she’s not emotionally ready yet and while she doesn’t go for it, she isn’t angry or upset with Thor for his feelings. She doesn’t reject him. She isn’t repulsed by him. She’s just not ready for that and it’s not portrayed in a light suggesting there isn’t a wealth of affection and trust between them. Prior to this film, Tessa Thompson, Chris Hemsworth, and Taika Waititi had said in interviews that there was sexual tension and attraction between the characters. Ragnarok itself has more than one teasing scene that there is an undercurrent of romance as they got to know one another. 

And it’d be one thing if the film decided to let Valkyrie have her own damn arc with another woman or if she were interested in both Thor and Jane, given that she’s bisexual, but she didn’t get ANYTHING. She is literally so sidelined there is an actual scene of her just watching the two main leads wax on about their love while she has nothing to do with it, like she’s a goddamn glorified extra.

And I am goddamn fucking tired of watching black female characters get this kind of fucking treatment.

Do you know how many times as a black fangirl I have had to watch black women be sidelined or written out of the story or killed in favor of a white counterpart? The Thor franchise should fucking know better. Valkyrie is and always has been a phenomenal character. Everything she’s gone through with Thor should mean something and this movie spits in the face of all the black women who, like me, felt seen and appreciated and loved with how she was written in Ragnarok. It feels exactly like we’re being told we’re inferior to white women and we always will be because white women are the golden standard. Thor can’t possibly be polyamorous and be interested in a beautiful, strong, complicated black woman as well as Jane! No, no, he can only have eyes for perfect little Jesus Jane! If you were shipping him with Valkyrie, you’re wrong! Worship the Mighty Jane and forget you ever cared about Valkyrie at all because she’s a fucking second fiddle to the real hero of the Thor franchise, Jane.

And here’s the thing—I don’t even dislike Jane. She’s okay. She’s not given a fully formed personality and quirks and things that make her anything other than just an average character. Yes, she’s exceptionally smart and motivated, but other than that, what is it that makes her so interesting that the writers decided to ditch any development or relevance for Valkyrie? What in the hell made them feel that they couldn’t develop both women equally? Hell, what was even wrong with a love triangle where they ALL had reciprocated feelings for one another? We’ve seen love triangles before and we live in a world where polyamorous relationships can be healthy and the throuples can thrive and make each other happy. What the fuck would’ve been wrong with that idea?

I can’t fathom after all the work Taika and the writers of Ragnarok put into Valkyrie that they thought it was okay to just fucking ignore her and gaslight the audience into thinking she isn’t on Thor’s radar and that she isn’t important to him after being in the trenches with him. I wanted to know how things were going with her as king. I wanted to know how the relationship and friendship with Thor progressed. I wanted to know more about her past. I wanted to know more about her future.

But Love and Thunder essentially told me to go fuck myself. Instead of all that representation and relevance, I should just know my place and worship at the altar of Jesus Jane.

So fuck you, Love and Thunder. From the bottom of my heart, kiss my black ass. I am tired of being treated this way as a black fangirl. Black women are magic. We are just as fucking worthy as anyone else and I am furious the franchise wrote such an incredible character and then did a 180 and bailed on everything about her in order to elevate Jane instead of devoting equal time to both women. As far as I’m concerned, this movie doesn’t exist. I’ve wiped it from my memory and don’t acknowledge it.

[togrowoldinv]

Thank God for Football

Chris Evans x Reader

Chris asks you to a football game not expecting you to be invested in the game. Especially not being very competitive about it.

Note: There’s a little sports lingo in here, but nothing beyond basic football rules and teams. Oh, to go to a football game with Chris, right? I hope you enjoy!

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“Hey, got a minute y/n?” Chris asks you as he walks by your chair on set.

“Yeah, definitely,” you reply and gesture to the seat next to you for him to sit down.

“So, I’ve got a ticket to the Patriots and Falcons game tomorrow with your name on it if you might want to go with me?” Chris asks you. “I mean I saw you wearing a Titans shirt one day, so I figured you like football. And it might be fun to spend some time together outside of set,” he rambles on and you smile at him.

“That sounds fun, Chris. I’m in,” you reply and his face lights up at your agreement.

“Sweet. I’ll pick you up at your hotel room at, let’s say, three o’clock so we can grab some dinner before the game?“ he asks and you nod in agreement. “Okay. See you tomorrow, y/n.”

“See you then, Chris,” you say back with a smile, trying your best to hide your total excitement until he walks away. Once he’s out of sight, you do a little dance in your chair.

“What was that about?” Elizabeth Olsen asks as she walks up to you, she’s grinning from seeing your excited dance.

“Oh nothing much. Chris asked me to go to a football game with him tomorrow,” you reply and she grabs your forearm.

“Y/n, Evans asked you out? This is so exciting!” Lizzie says with bright enthusiasm.

“I guess it was asking me out? He didn’t explicitly say it would be a date,” you reply and she shakes her head to brush it off.

“It’s a date, y/n,” Lizzie says and you look her doubtfully. She leans closer and says quietly, “I heard him talking to Hemsworth this morning about whether he should ask you out because he likes you but he also doesn’t want to be unprofessional. Trust me, it can’t be a coincidence that he asks you to the game in the same day.”

“Wow, okay yeah. I think it’s a date then,” you say.

“Does he know how competitive you are?” Lizzie asks you shake your head.

“Nope. But I guess he’ll find out,” you say with a nervous laugh and you two chat for a while. You promise to text her after the game with Chris and let her know how it goes.

The next day arrives quickly and so does the time for Chris to pick you up. You decide on wearing a green sweater that you know is neither team’s colors. There’s a knock on your door and you are met with a Patriots hat and shirt clad Chris.

“No Patriots colors?” Chris asks you as walk to his car.

“Over my dead body will I root for the Pats,” you say seriously and he laughs at you a bit before he realizes you aren’t joking.

“Okay fair enough. You won’t catch me rooting for the Titans either,” Chris says with a grin and as you get into the car.

The conversation at dinner ranges from your hometown, his dog, and both of your respective families. Before you even get to the game, Chris begins to realize that you really know your sports. But once you get there and the game starts, he really sees it.

“Oh come on! That’s not pass interference! Let them play!” You yell at the ref, not like they can hear you from this far away, but you express your opinion anyway. Chris looks at you and grins widely. “What?”you ask him. “They’ve gotten so particular about that call. It’s annoying.”

“No, I have to agree. It’s cute how passionate you are about it. It’s just that you were yelling in favor of the Patriots,” he says teasingly and lightly knocks your shoulder with his.

“You got me there, Evans. But actually I was just doing it all in name of the rules,” you reply matter of factly.

“Sure you were- go baby go go! Yes!” Chris shouts as the Patriots score a touchdown and he’s so excited that he hugs you.

“You call the players baby, huh?” You ask as he still holds you in his arms and he practically giggles at your words. He’s certainly giddy from his team winning and from being here with you.

The rest of the game goes by and as much as you don’t like the Patriots, you’re glad they won because seeing Chris so happy makes your heart swell. Chris drives back to the hotel and walks you to your room.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, y/n,” Chris says as you stop by your door.

“Me too, Chris. Sorry you saw the competitive sports yelling version of me tonight,” you laugh and he just shakes his head affectionately.

“Oh, don’t apologize. I dig that version of you. It’s enamoring,” he says with an adorable little smile and a light blush on his cheeks. You blush as well at his confession.

“Well I guess I better,” you point to do the door and he nods.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s getting late. Just one more thing,” Chris says and he moves closer to you. He reaches out for your hands and holds them lightly, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles. “I really like you,” he confesses.

“I really like you too, Chris,” you reply and you try to take a mental picture of his face in this moment. His eyes are so full of passion and his lips curl into the cutest smile.

He leans forward and places the softest kiss on your lips. Your knees threaten to go weak at the intimacy of his lips on yours. His hands move up your arms and find their place on your neck and in your hair. Yours find his waist. When your lips disconnect, he caresses your cheek for a moment and then goes back for another kiss.

“I guess this is goodnight then,” Chris says, his voice sounds a bit sad that it’s time for your date to be over.

“Yeah I guess so. But we should definitely do this again,” you suggest and he nods.

“Absolutely,” he agrees and with one more kiss he goes to his room and you enter yours.

You lay down that night with a content feeling in your chest. You get a text from Lizzie asking you how it went and you simply reply: Thank god for football.

[rogersevans]

Asking Her

Pairings: Chris Evans x Downey!Reader

Warnings: Explicit, swearing, drinking

Summary: After 20 years of knowing each other, buzzed on each other and alcohol, Chris has an important question for Y/n Downey. a part of the evans’ series.

notes: i know tony doesn’t have two daughters in the films or comics- he doesn’t even have one in the comics, so don’t come for me.

“You’re insufferable, you know that right?” Chris asked, already knowing the answer.  

Of course, Y/n knew that, she was Robert Downey Jr’s daughter after all, it was in her blood to be insufferable, annoying, cocky, everything her father was, much to her mother’s dismay. 

The shot of Tony’s funeral was being filmed currently and Y/n thought it would be hilarious to make nosies stood behind Evans, everyone else found it funny, especially Tom Holland and Chris Hemsworth.

Chris normally wasn’t one for taking pranks or jokes on set too serious, but he was tired and they had been filming for twelve hours, this was the last scene of the day and Y/n was dragging it out. 

If it wasn’t the noises, it was laughing during takes, don’t get me wrong Y/n took her job very seriously and this wasn’t her first introduction into the MCU. 

But sad or emotional scenes made her nervous, it was like a knee jerk reaction that she couldn’t stop. Chris knew this, after knowing her for almost twenty years and having done seven other movies with her, but he was losing his patience.

Y/n had been involved with two other Marvel films in the past, which fans had picked up on quickly, liking the idea of Tony having an older daughter from his playboy days. So, Marvel approached her with the idea of joining forces with Sebastian and Anthony in The Falcon and The Winter Solider as well as working with Tom Holland in Far From Home.

Without thinking, Y/n accepted straight away.  

Her character was to work alongside Happy, helping to train Peter in combat and suits and look after him in Far From Home. In TFATWS, her character had to convince Sam to become the new Captain America after he gave up the shield, whilst learning to get along with Bucky. 

“Oh, c’mon Captain, loosen up a little.” Y/n rolled her eyes, everyone around them settling down. She flashed him her best smile, trying to win him over, knowing it would work.  

Without word he just turned back to face the lake, a small smile on his lips. “The timing was perfect.” He mumbled, low enough for only her to hear, making her beam ear to ear.  

Chris always had a soft spot for Y/n Downey from the moment he met her, her being five years his junior and her only being 15 when they met, didn’t help. Twelve years later though those feelings had completely changed when they worked alongside one another in the film What’s Your Number?

He had become infatuated with her. It was like a switch had been flipped on that he didn’t know he had. At first, he would tell himself that the feelings weren’t real, getting too into the role of playing her love interest. But after an incident during the press tour, he knew that wasn’t true.  

“So, you guys play love interests in the movie... Have you guys ever dated?” The interviewer asked them both, shocking them at first.  

“What? Us?” Chris stuttered as he answered, pointing between the pair of them, watching as the interviewer nodded. “We haven’t-”

“He friend zoned me!” Y/n interjected, “we met when I was 15 and he was 20, he would call me kid.” Her face scrunching up, showing her disapproval of the nickname.

“Hey, whoa there!” Chris stopped you, laughing at your comment. “That’s... True. But!” He rushed to finish his sentence, making sure you didn’t cut him off again. “Every pass I’ve ever made at you since, you’ve swerved off!” Smiling down at her, which she reciprocated. 

“So, you have made a move?” The woman asked Chris, finding herself becoming immersed in the connection they both shared, unknowingly.  

“Yeah, apparently it’s never gonna happen!” Chirs rolled his eyes dramatically, thumbing at Y/n over his shoulder.  

Both of them laughing the question off, but Y/n noticed how his arm rested on the back of her chair, his fingers dancing on her shoulder without catching the interviewer's attention.  

It had left goosebumps over her entire body and Chris could’ve sworn he felt a jolt of electricity surge through his entire body from that single touch.

“I could see it.” The interviewer stated, pointing between the pair.

A blush had started to grow over Y/n’s cheeks, becoming uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, but Chris just thankfully laughed it off, his arm still around the back of her chair, sensing her shift in mood he swiftly changed the subject.  

Something Y/n couldn’t stop thanking him for after. 

The offence in Y/n’s voice during that conversation and the sensation he felt after touching her like that made Chris’ mind wonder. The little touches and glances that happened for the rest of the press tour didn’t help, his infatuation growing with each day until he admitted to himself that he liked her.

At the time Chris was dating Dianna Agron, so he didn’t pursue anything respecting his relationship, plus you were the daughter of Robert Downey Jr, that shit was intimidating, even more so since he became Iron Man.  

Their paths crossed once again on the set of Avengers: Age of Ultron, this time it was Y/n who was in the relationship with none other than Aaron Taylor-Johnson, so when those feelings came rushing back to him, he couldn’t do anything about it. 

Not to mention her dad always being less than ten feet away was a mood killer.

Y/n had always been the ‘what if’ person in his life, a feeling he couldn’t shake, no matter how hard he tried, never catching each other at the right time. 

“Cut!” Joe shouted, disturbing Chris’ thoughts. “John and Lexi, let’s move onto your scene.” With that instruction everyone started leaving the area.

Y/n followed everyone, grabbing a bottle of water. “Nice.” Was all Robert said, taking his daughter into his arms, giving her a quick hug. But she didn’t know if he was referring to her antics or her acting, maybe both?

The day Y/n told Robert she wanted to take after him, was probably one of the best day of his life. No matter how much he denies it, he jumped for joy, he felt Y/n had a talent that needed to be flaunted and he wasn’t wrong, after her first appearance in the MCU she started to receive more movie offers and started establishing a name for herself, other than RDJ’s daughter.

“Who’s coming to the meal Friday night?” Evans asked, looking around at the show of hands until his eyes fell on Y/n, who hadn’t raised her hand, letting his face fall slightly. “You not coming?!” He asked, offended.

“I don’t know...” Sure, Y/n was a smart ass, quick witted and stunningly beautiful but also suffered with social anxiety, so clubbing and bars weren’t really her thing.  

“C’mon! It’s our last day shooting...” He eyed her, waiting for a response and she opened her mouth to give him one but he stopped her before she could, probably going to protest anyway. “My last day as Captain America/Steve Rogers.” He reminded her, using his best puppy dog eyes act.  

Y/n felt her dads, Tom, Hemsworth’s and Lizzie’s eyes on her, not being able to gauge her response. “... Fine, one drink!” She couldn’t help but smile as she watched Chris throw his arms up in triumph.  

She could never say no to his big blues.

“I’ll ride with you so you won’t be arriving on your own, it will be fine.” Lizzie’s voice chimed through the phone her voice filling Y/n’s hotel room, putting her on speaker as she finished getting ready. Shooting had finished today and everyone practically ran back to the hotel to get ready, never passing up the opportunity to go out as a group. “I’m sure Chris will be happy to see you.”  

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n asked at the same time Lizzie was finishing the statement.

“Just that.” Was all she said, the cogs working overtime in Y/n’s brain, when there wasn’t a response Lizzie sighed before continuing. “He likes you, like head over heels, ‘I must have you now’, type of thing.”  

Y/n stood there shocked, not knowing how to respond. That can’t be true, the anxiety of the night now leaving her but being replaced with a new level of anxiety... Of seeing Chris.  

“Y/n, you there?” Silence. “Y/n!?” She shouted through the speaker, pulling Y/n out of her own head.  

“Sorry, here.”  

“Let me in.” Then a couple of knocks shortly followed.  

“You’re lying,” she greets her best friend when she opened the door.  

“That how you answer all your doors?” She smirked walking past Y/n and into her room, ignoring her statement. “Chuck your shoes on, we’re late!” Ushering her back into the room, Y/n still in a confused daze.  

Handing Y/n her shoes and checking the time on her phone, her eyes doubled in size at the time. “Shit. We were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago!” Grabbing her hand after she slipped her shoes on.  

Y/n’s mind was racing. Chris couldn’t like her, right? That’s crazy! They’d been friends for twenty years, he met her when she was fifteen...

Did he like me then!?

Creepy-

Nope, no, don’t want to go down that road. Y/n thought.

Sure, it was something that she had thought about, more than she’d like to admit, when you play someone’s love interest in more than one film your mind can start to wonder. It’s starts off small by noticing how great he looked in one scene, or how amazing he smelt in another, to craving the small, but yet affectionate touch he made during the junket, over and over again.  

But Y/n convinced herself it was because she’d been around Chris every day, in-between filming and press tours.  

Casting her mind to all the times Chris had stayed present in her life, even after filming, they would text every other day or he would call her once every two weeks to be kept updated on her life, the memories made her all warm inside-

Wait.

Did she like him back?

“Earth to Y/n!” Lizzie interrupted her thoughts, thankfully because they were starting to make her dizzy with how manic they were. “We’re here.” Thumbing to the restaurant over her shoulder, Y/n hadn’t even noticed they’d made it out of the hotel and into a car.  

That’s when she saw him over Lizzie’s shoulder, he looked amazing.  

Dressed in a black, loose fitting sweater, blue denim jeans and a emerald green jacket draped over his arm.

Fuck, has he always looked this good? She thought, biting her bottom lip.

The cold breeze brought Y/n back to reality, seeing Lizzie stood on the pavement, her arms wrapped around herself to keep her warm, cursing her decision on wearing her pink dress and black leather jacket.  

“Stop checking him out, I’m hungry.” She grumbled, turning on her heels and heading towards the entrance, with Y/n stumbling out of the car to hurry by her side, giving her outfit a once over. Black ankle heeled boots, black skinny jeans, black turtleneck top and finishing the look with a caramel, sleeveless, knee length duster jacket.  

“You look fantastic, c’mon!” Lizzie called, pulling her in not letting Y/n overthink or back out.  

Everyone was having an amazing time, the meal was long forgotten about, the focus now on drinks and everyone was slowly losing count of how many they’d consumed. Y/n had felt herself instantly relax being in the company of her family and friends, Chris took it upon his self to sit next to her and Lizzie on her left.

Y/n watched as the group reminisced over the past ten years, all of them laughing at her father’s stories or Tom Hiddleston’s impressions of each individual cast member, Evans’s being Y/n’s favourite impression of his because of how accurate it was.

Leaning back in her chair, her eyes fell onto Chris as he was leaning forward laughing at something Sebastian had said, taking the quiet minute to admire him, how his hair was perfectly styled, or how stubble had started to grow back, knowing he wanted his beard back, she also couldn’t help but admire the sound of his laugh-

“You’re staring.” Lizzie whispered to her, bringing her back.

Shit.

Y/n looked at Lizzie and Paul, who was seated next to Lizzie, both of them smirking. Trying to avoid their gaze she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table trying to focus on the conversation.  

“You, ok?” Chris suddenly asked quietly so only she could hear.

It was like someone was burning holes in the sweater he was wearing, he could feel her staring at him, his own anxiety starting to play on his mind, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable he kept his attention on the conversation, but that’s when he heard Lizzie whisper.

So, he turned his head to face her once she leaned forward, her cheeks were flushed and her hair had been messed with. Something she does when she’s nervous. Chris noted mentally. He had now folded his arms on the table and leaned in closer towards Y/n.

“Yeah, a little too much wine.” Y/n lied. She was never this nervous around Chris, but as she mimicked his position she found herself looking into his eyes.  

“You look beautiful tonight.” He said in a hushed tone.

“Thank you... You look...” Y/n tried to think of a word without sounding cheesy or gimmicky, but was coming up blank.

“Amazing, I know.” He replied cockily, making her laugh. Her laugh was his favourite sound, it was light and joyful, it made his breath hitch in his throat, his cockiness now gone.

“Wow.” Rolling her eyes playfully.

Another hour had passed and that hour was filled with small giggles, accidental touches (the more alcohol they drank the less accidental they became) and longing stares (something they thought was subtle, but everyone had picked up on it).  

Y/n could feel herself sobering up the more she was locked in Chris’ gaze, which she didn’t think was possible, so she decided she needed another drink.

Chris watched as she was stood at the bar, his head a little fuzzy from alcohol and Y/n, mainly the alcohol. He’d hardly noticed Lizzie move one seat up, now perched next to him. “Go help her, she’s getting everyone drinks, can’t carry them herself.” Was all she said before Chris abruptly stood from his seat, attracting the attention from his friends, ignoring them he made his way to Y/n’s side, his cheeks burning when Anthony gave a wolf whistle.  

“On your left.” He mumbled, instantly hating himself for the cheesy comment, scrunching his face wanting the floor to swallow him up. 

But that feeling instantly left him when he heard her giggle.

Ok, she’s had too much to drink if she found that funny. Chris thought, a broad smile dancing on her lips.  

“I’ve come to help, with the drinks.” 

“Oh, thanks!” She cheered, giving him a tray.  

“And,” he added quickly, stopping her from walking away, her full attention now on him. “To ask if you’re free tomorrow night?” He blurted out, a little too loudly, now their group of friends quieting down their conversation to listen.

Y/n wasn’t sure if it was the amount of alcohol she had consumed or the fact that he’d asked her out, but she was on fucking different planet, her stomach doing flips, spins and jumps, a giddy feeling building up in her. Even though he blurted the question at her, she heard him loud and clear, but yet she wasn’t responding and Chris started to panic.  

Shit

Fuck

Crap

Dickhead, she doesn’t like you-

“I’m free.” Quickly interrupting his panicked thoughts, her cheeks tinted pink, eyes wide and her broad grin still there.

“Great, it’s a date!”  

“Thank fuck for that!” Robert suddenly shouted, making them both turn to face their friends, all looking at them.  

[handsomelyhiddleston]

Sticky Notes - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

It all started on the set of Ragnarok. They hadn’t even started filming yet. Table reads, choreography, costume fittings, set development…The cast, crew, and even Taika started finding little notes.

Some were specifically to certain people…

“Your laugh is contagious. Thank you for making this set so down to earth and inviting.” You slipped that into Taika’s (the director’s) fanny pack when he left it on his director’s chair.

“I know how hard you’ve been working on your fight choreography, and I just wanted to let you know you absolutely killed it today!” You left that stuck to Tessa’s (Valkyrie’s) water bottle.  

Some you posted for everyone, like “I know that you all put such amazing effort and time into bringing this movie to life and I just want you all to know that it doesn’t go unnoticed.” That note was posted above a table full of ‘easy to grab’ snacks you laid out such as protein bars, fruit snacks, pretzels, and dried fruit.

This continued well into filming. Everyone had tried to figure out who was leaving these little daily encouragements. It got to the point that Taika started calling you Casper, as in “Casper the Friendly Ghost.” Every day at the start of filming he would say. “Come on guys. Let’s make Casper proud.”

Everyone had a theory. Most thought that it was actually Taika just trying to keep morale up. Taika accused Tom but took it back after some comment about the notes not sounding very British.

Your job on set was to cast extras. While you were present daily, you honestly only had to meet with Taika once or twice a day to make sure the next day’s cast extras were ready. You two fell into an easy rhythm working together and he started asking for your opinion on some other aspects of the set. One late afternoon, after an incredibly chaotic day of filming, Taika decided that he was going to scrap the entire scene and start it over.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text to you, Tom, and Chris. “Today can suck it. I’ve just watched the dailies, and something just isn’t right about that scene. Meet at mine in 30 so we can get ahead of it.” A few seconds later he added, “And for the love of God, someone bring some tequila.”

You laughed at his text, jogging to the trailer you shared with the other casting director. You changed into a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt and grabbed your keys and wallet. You jumped in your car so you could make a quick trip to the Starbucks down the street since it appeared it was going to be a long night.

“One Venti iced coffee with milk and 1 sugar, one Grande Americano hot with cream and 2 sugars, one Venti hot latte with vanilla, and one Venti hot water with two earl gray tea bags and four sugars on the side. Can I also get one of the small kid’s milk boxes?” You heard the barista repeat your order back and pulled forward and paid.

When you got to Taika’s trailer, Tom and Chris were already there.

“Oh, bless you” Taika thanked you, taking the Latte from you.

“You’re the best” Chris said, taking the lid off of the Americano so it would cool off a bit.  

“Tom, I grabbed you tea.” You handed him the hot water and two tea bags, setting the sugars and milk next to him so he could make it to his liking.

“You’re too kind” Tom graciously took the hot water from you, noting that you grabbed his favorite kind of tea.

In Taika’s trailer there was a table with a bench on each side. Chris and Tom were sat on one side, leaving a space for you to sit next to Taika.

“Anyone grab the tequila?” you laughed, dropping your keys and wallet on Taika’s counter and sitting at the table with your iced coffee.

Taika grabbed the bottle and sat it down in front of you. “You’re already two swigs behind, love.”

“Bullshit” you laughed. “Prove it. Where are the shot glasses?”

“I said swigs, not shots” Taika smirked. “We don’t have shot glasses.”

“Look at how much is missing from that bottle. I just bought it.” Hemsworth backed Taika up.

You looked at Tom, knowing he would be honest with you.

“Hey, you trust Tom more than me?” Taika pretended to be offended.

“Tom always looks out for everybody. I don’t think he’d let me get two shots drunker than you fools.” You teased Taika, poking his side and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Watch” Taika said, putting his arm around your shoulders and looking towards Tom. “How many swigs did we all take?”

Tom laughed, “I’m sorry darling, but he’s telling you the truth.”  

“Fine, fine.” You opened the bottle and took three swigs, handing it to Taika. “Catch up, then.”

Tom started thinking about the compliment you had given him as he took his third swig of Tequila. He felt flattered that you felt that way, but it also reminded him of one of the notes he had found stuck to his trailer door.

“Okay, we need to re-block this whole scene. It just did not translate from script to screen…” The four of you worked on a few line changes and mapped out a better way to execute the scene for over two hours.

There was a bit of dialogue that Taika felt was getting lost that he really just didn’t want to let go of. “We may just have to mess with this tomorrow while we’re filming.”

“Or you could have Loki say it instead of Thor.” You suggested.

“Could do.” You could tell that Taika was thinking it over.

“Here you have Thor immediately going into another hard-hitting line” you explained. “If that line comes from Loki, it makes it less likely to get lost.”

“I think that will fix this problem too” Chris started underlining other parts of the dialogue.

“What do you think?” Taika looked at Tom.

“I mean, I personally think Loki has already evolved enough at that point in the script that it suits him quite nicely.” Tom explained in a way only Tom can explain.

“I agree” you said. “You guys make Loki grow quite a bit in this film and as usual, Tom is hitting it out of the park. I’m 100% confident he will have conveyed that message to the audience by this point.”

“Thank you for your vote of confidence.” Again, Tom was flattered. However, he was growing more and more suspicious that you were Casper.

“Always” you replied, smiling at Tom as you finished your coffee.

“Let me type this up and we can table read it.” Taika grabbed the papers and went to the other side of the trailer where his computer was set up.

“While you do that, I’m going to steal your restroom for a moment.” Chris stood, throwing his empty coffee cup away and closing the bathroom door. Chris joined Taika a moment later.

“Y/n?” Tom said, kind of quietly.

“What’s up?” Your elbows were resting on the table with your chin sat on your hands.

“Can I ask you something?” Tom didn’t want to bring it up in front of anyone. He didn’t want the notes to stop, but he had to know.

Tom looked a bit serious, but you didn’t know why. “Of course.”

“Are you…” He stopped, reaching his hand into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. “Is this you?”

Your eyes went wide as Tom pulled a small stack of pink sticky notes out of his wallet, laying them down next to each other. There must have been 10 of them in total. You were touched that he actually kept them. Sometimes you felt silly leaving them for people not knowing if they appreciated them. You tried to play it off, laughing. “I thought those were from Taika?”

He pointed at one of them, reading it quietly. “I tried the tea you always drink. I don’t think it could ever replace my love of coffee, but I wanted you to know it pairs well with a good book.” He pointed to another note. “I know you paid for everyone to Uber home after our last night out. I just wanted to tell you I appreciate you. Thank you for always looking out for us.” You could feel his eyes on you as he moved his hand to a third note. “I envy your ability to capture a room. You’ve got an amazing knack for making those watching you feel whatever emotion you’re trying to convey.” When Tom’s hand moved to the fourth note, you heard Taika’s printer turn on.

“Put them away” you said, trying to stack them quickly. Chris started walking towards you and you grabbed the small stack you had gathered and put them in your pocket.

Tom put the rest back in his wallet. “What do you think?” he asked Taika about the changes he had made.

“I think tomorrow is going to be a lot fuckin’ better.” He passed the printed copies around after joining the two of you back at the table.

Tom’s line went over great, and the dialogue flowed much more smoothly. All of the other changes made the scene feel more natural. When Taika called it a night, Chris laid down on the couch refusing to go back to his own trailer.

“Can I walk you to yours?” Tom asked as you stepped out of Taika’s trailer.

The two of you walked back to your trailer in comfortable silence, tired and a little drunk. When you got to the door, you turned around and pulled the pink notes out of your pocket.

“Please don’t tell anyone?” You placed the notes in Tom’s hand.

“I didn’t plan on it” he replied, tucking them neatly back into his wallet.

“I feel silly now that someone knows it was me. Why did you keep them?” You had to ask. You assumed, at most, that people read them, smiled, and threw them away.

“Hmm…” Tom laughed humorlessly, his eyes focused on his wallet. “I think you’re doing a lot more than you realize when you leave your ‘silly’ little notes.”

His response caught you off guard. He almost sounded…sad? Serious?

“Y/n, I’ve had to work with actors and crew that have made filming a project miserable. Whether they were rude or critical or just an absolute diva, there is always someone to bring the room down.” He put his wallet away and looked you in the eyes. “I wish you knew how many of us have kept these notes. Taika has them in the glovebox of his car. The catwalk above the set is covered in notes you’ve left the crew. They’re stuck all over the mirrors in the make-up trailer so that the cast sees them first thing in the morning.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

Tom put his hands on each of your arms as if to ensure you were paying attention. “An encouraging word or a genuine compliment can change someone’s entire day, y/n. You have no way of knowing what life has dealt any of these people. They could be depressed or stressed out or wishing they hadn’t woken up that morning…and all of a sudden they receive a tiny bit of kindness from someone and it makes it that much easier to get through another day. Maybe even with a smile on their face.”

Tom wore a soft smile and even though you felt a bit overwhelmed, you couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you for telling me that.” You moved towards him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Please don’t forget it.” Tom pulled back a bit and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I hope you get a good night’s sleep.”

“You, too.” You watched Tom walk away before slipping into your shared trailer.

Over the next few weeks, Tom had left you multiple green sticky notes with compliments written on them.

“You looked stunning yesterday”

“Thank you for still being a good listener when I go on rants about things you couldn’t care less about”

“Taika was bragging about you to someone on the phone. I just wanted you to know. I know sometimes you hesitate to suggest your ideas, but you shouldn’t.”

“I appreciate how much time you spend making this a better set to work on.”

“You are an incredible friend.”

You’d find at least one note a day and for every note he left you, you’d leave one for him. The two of you got quite a bit closer after he found out about your secret. You’d spend breaks on set together and often times wound up back in Taika’s trailer with him and Chris. You cuddled and flirted and shared more than a few loving glances, but you never went any further. It felt like it was turning into something more, but Tom was such a gentleman you couldn’t tell.

The note you found this morning, however, completely caught you off guard. The filming was almost done and everyone’s time on set was almost over. You had just sat down next to the director’s chair and opened your laptop. There, stuck to the screen, was a green sticky note. “Darling, would you please be mine?”

You looked up at Tom on stage only to find him already looking at you. He lifted his brow and tilted his head, waiting for your response. You couldn’t help but smile as you nodded ‘yes’.

Taika looked between you, noticing the interaction and intentionally teasing you. “Oi, what’s this then?”

Tom turned, trying to hide his grin by talking to Chris. You closed your laptop to hide the sticky note.

“Nah, I saw you two. Don’t pretend like I’m crazy.” Taika was still looking back and forth between you and Tom.

“Maybe you’re still drunk from last night” you teased, putting your laptop in its bag so you could retrieve the note later.

“Oh, sure.” He dropped it, knowing he’d bring it up tonight when you all gathered in his trailer.

The rest of the filming flew by crazy fast. You and Tom had decided that you would go stay with him in New York until the press junkets and interviews started. When the premier rolled around, you two were already publicly dating so you got to escort him down the red carpet. It had been just over a year since the two of you had started dating.

As the credits for the film started rolling, you felt like you were walking down memory lane. So many people go into making movies of this scale and watching all of the names roll by, one by one, really puts that into perspective. You’d met almost all of these people and worked closely with quite a few of them. As the credits came to an end, you saw that Taika had added an extra credit.

The last few “SPECIAL THANKS” credits were in order as listed…

“The filmmakers acknowledge the assistance of the New Zealand Government’s Screen Production Grant”

“The filmmakers would like to acknowledge the Yugambeh and Bundjalung Peoples of Australia”

“The director would like to thank ‘Casper’, Ragnarok’s own personal friendly ghost”

It had been a year since you’d written one of those notes and it caught you off guard. Tom put his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I told you.”

You and Tom mingled amongst your friends at the after party. Taika was flying. He was so happy with how it turned out and grateful for such a positive response. Everyone in the cast was telling stories from filming and catching up with their friends. By the time you two got back to your hotel room, you were blissfully tipsy and exhausted. You slipped out of your dress and threw on a baggy t-shirt before washing your face and getting ready for bed. When you left the bathroom, you saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed in his pajamas with a soft, warm smile gracing his beautiful face. He was wearing his glasses and his hair was a mess and he could not have been more attractive if he tried.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, pulling you to stand between his legs.

“Pretty good. How about yourself?” you put your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his.

“I think there’s only one thing that could make me happier in this moment.” He answered.

You thought he was being a bit cheeky, so you replied with, “oh, yeah? I wonder what that could be.”

Tom reached behind him on the bed and pulled out a small box with a worn, green sticky note on top of it. He didn’t say anything, letting you read it. It was the same note he had left stuck to your laptop screen. “Darling, would you please be mine?” Only now the word “forever” was written at the bottom.

[itsallyscorner]

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

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

💌.

The Marvel Cast Finds Out You’re In Little Mix

Why is this lowkey a crack fic/headcanon😭💀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For clarification, Tom’s a very proud Mixer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They sound like angels.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Privately and publicly praising you guys for performances or achievements.

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

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

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

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

*cough cough* Mackie and Hemsworth

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

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

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

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

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

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

[themultiverseofmarvel]

Ranking Every Episode Of Marvel Studios' 'What If...?'

(updated weekly, be sure to check back next week!)

Only two episodes remain of Marvel Studios' What If...? Here is a little sneak peek of what is to come...

Here is every episode of What If...? ranked so far...

#7: What If… Killmonger Rescued Tony Stark

While it was great to hear Michael B. Jordan and Andy Serkis reprise their roles of Killmonger and Ulysses Klau, this felt like a story we really didn’t need to see. It’s the only episode of the show so far where I was genuinely bored at times, and it ultimately seemed pointless and ended up feeling like a more convoluted way for Erik Killmonger to achieve the same as what he did in Black Panther. Just when What If…? needed to step things up a gear, this episode actually held it back.

6/10

#6: What If... Captain Carter Were the First Avenger?

Although the episode had some fun action sequences, this episode really didn’t have much going for it. But perhaps that might have been by design? It was always going to be jarring seeing characters we know and love in animated form, but this episode was basically a retread of something we'd seen before and had some wildly inconsistent voice acting. It felt like it was just introducing us to the What If...? concept.

Not terrible, but it wasn't the best start.

6/10

#5: What If... the World Lost Its Mightiest Heroes?

The key to writing a good murder mystery is giving viewers just enough clues so that they can try and play along. Whilst this episode was fun (and pretty good to be fair) the payoff was slightly underwhelming because it came out of nowhere.

7/10

#4: What If... Zombies?!

Marvel Zombies is something that I, along with many others, have been hoping to see on the screen for many years. Whilst it's not entirely accurate to the comic book version, the 5th episode of What If...? was a fun and surprisingly heartwarming entry to the series. We got to see Hope van Dyne be the Avengers leader she should have been from the start, we got to see characters like Kurt actually get something to do, and we got to see a Futurama-esque version of Scott Lang, which was particularly silly.

This was one of the most gruesome entries of the MCU so far and left us with a twist that I hope we get to revisit in Season 2.

8/10

#3: What If... T'Challa Became a Star-Lord?

How good was it to hear Chadwick Boseman's voice again? After the slightly underwhelming first episode, What If...?'s second instalment provided us with a fun adventure, giving us a version of T'Challa we hadn't seen before, whilst also giving us fresh takes of The Collector and Thanos. We're still waiting to see what will happen after that finale with Ego and Star-Lord. Fingers crossed we'll find out what happens before the end of Season 1!

8/10

#2: What If... Thor Were an Only Child?

By the far the silliest episode of What If...? so far, this episode had me giggling like a child. A lot of the humour throughout the show has been more eye-rolling rather than chuckle-worthy, but Chris Hemsworth was clearly having a blast whilst recording this episode, which in turn made it a hugely enjoyable entry to the series. I couldn't help but laugh at his high-pitched squeals every time he was punched by Captain Marvel.

Considering What If...? is an animated show, and assumedly intended for children, it has delivered some of the MCU's darkest tales to date, so it was nice to have an episode that explored what it is like to be a teenager (even if you are a literal god) and the consequences of throwing a house party when your parents are away for the weekend.

Good silly fun.

8/10

#1: What If... Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?

This was the first truly great episode of What If...? and the darkest thing Marvel Studios have ever done, with Benedict Cumberbatch delivering his best performance in the MCU to date. Watching this, it's hard not to wish that Marvel and Disney would take risks as bold as this in their feature films and it proved that they can deliver more mature and darker content alongside the sillier entries such as Guardians of the Galaxy and Ant-Man.

Hopefully this is a good sign of things to come in Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness. We only have to wait until February to find out.

9/10

What's been your favourite episode of What If...? so far? Let us know!