Y/N and the rest of the cast were on set, with Y/N, as usual, snacking while sitting on her chair and watching RDJ and Scarlett Johansson act out a scene. It didn't take too long to get done and only a few (very long) minutes later, Y/N bolted out of her chair, straight towards her target- I mean, Scarlett.
"Hiya!" She yelled, jumping on the red heads back.
Scarlett, still dressed in her Black Widow costume, groaned when she felt the girl clinging onto her. "Hi?" She said, confused as she looked at the koala-like girl.
"You did so well!" Y/N praised, hugging Scarlett tightly.
"Thanks. Hey, would you mind getting off my back?" The older woman asked.
Without a word, Y/N let go, landing on the floor with a soft thud. She smiled brightly as she walked around Scarlett, now standing in front of her. Again, without a word, she started pinching Scar's cheeks like a grandma would, while muttering stuff about how good of an actress she is.
Scarlett, clearly annoyed, looked at the camera with a simple roll of her eyes.
Clip II:
Ah, Comic Con. Who doesn't love it? Getting to meet your favorite actors and possibly a few spoilers by a certain British man (*cough* Tom Holland *cough*).
But besides that, if you're lucky, you might catch Y/N being extremely annoying. And when I say extremely, I mean it.
The said actress sat next to Robert Downey Junior and Elizabeth Olsen, both of them often being victims of Y/N's annoying antics.
While Robert was talking, Y/N got bored and put her head on the table in front of her, before starting to poke Robert's side. The man didn't mind at first....until it got worse.
"Mr. Robert, "Y/N whispered, getting no answer out of the actor, so she carried on, "Mr. Robert. Mr. Robert. Mr. Robert-"
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, it seems like a certain someone can't stop bothering me." Robert said, looking down at the source that bothered him.
Y/N grinned at him before turning to her left, where Elizabeth sat, sighing, because she knew she was next.
Clip III:
There were many, many ways in which Y/N could annoy people (as we have seen before). Whether it was messing with them, clinging to them for a whole day, hiding personal belongings or- hold on. Let's go back to that last one.
If there was one thing that Y/N loved, it was hiding her fellow co-actors' belongings and watching their reactions. Though, with time, they obviously knew that it was Y/N who hid them.
"Y/N, where are my sunglasses?!"
"Give me back my phone, kid!"
"Y/N!"
"Y/N!!"
"Y/N!!!"
She never gave them back.
She waited and waited and waited until the person, or multiple people, found their things before innocently smiling at them as if she were an angel. She might look like one, but beware, she's a sneaky little devil only disguised as an angel.
When Y/N's around, you should watch out for your personal stuff...unless you want to look for hours for it.
Imagine being an Avengers’ cast member, known for swearing a lot.
You finally came into the backstage area, having been running late because of traffic, wiping a little sweat off of your forehead. You were about to say hi to everyone when you noticed that they were all gathered around Scarlett, watching a video on her phone, all of your castmates looking absolute enthralled.
“What are you guys doing?” You asked, taking a step closer. That’s when the volume hit you.
“-e ‘illed me with a fucking handgun!”
“Oi, fuck u you dropshooting fuck.”
“Don’t - don’t - aww shiit, I’ll break yer fuckin’ legs.”
That was your voice alright, and you recognized it. Some of your fans had tendencies to piece together compilations from the gaming videos that you sometimes put up on yuor youtube channel. ‘Y/N Rages’ they were called. People thought it was funny hearing your original aussie accent coming through rather than the more American-ized version you put on for work.
Robert noticed that you were there, and stood up, walked over, put an arm around your shoulders. “I’m starting to think you might have a bit of a problem,” He teased. “They cast you wrong. You and Mark there should switch roles.”
“An Australian hulk,” Chris Hemsworth laughed. “And an Australian Thor! We’ll show them what the down under can really do.”
Heyy! I'm a newbie to tumblr and I am open for requests for anyone who's interested. I can write for Marvel, Hunger Games, TWD, and Danny Phantom for now!
How are Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan literally one year apart in age, but Sebastian looks years older?? This is an honest question I've always wondered. I really want to know if it's just me who thinks that sometime in the last couple of years Seb Stan started looking a lot older than he actually is?
Imagine the rest of the Avengers cast finding out you’re a self-harmer.
It felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room. Vacuum-sealed. All sound had gone with it too, just a complete silence falling over the room. You felt that you couldn’t move. Couldn’t hide the scars that criss crossed your upper thighs. The still healing cuts from two days before, when you had been on your own, feeling overwhelmed and needed to gain some sort of control over yourself. It was bad enough that your castmates were seeing you in your underwear right now, but even worse that they were all looking right there. The mega-stars of your generation. Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Mark Ruffalo, Jeremy Renner, Robert Downey Jr and Scarlett Johansson.
“What happened?” Chris Evans was the first one to ask, walking in. Of course it would be him. With his own anxiety problems, he could understand. But you saw in his eyes that he wanted you to say something like you were in an accident or - or mugged, or something, just so that it was something that could be healed and moved on with. But you couldn’t say anything. You just hung your head in shame as your stylist finally grabbed you the pair of pants that you were planning on wearing to the event tonight, and you slipped them on, zipping and buckling securely.
“What are you doing in here?” You asked, avoiding the question. Trying to pretend that they didn’t see what they knew that they saw. Robert and Hemsworth were looking at each other now and Scarlett was stepping past Chris to come up to you.
“We were uhh -” Mark Ruffalo said, looking sheepish. “- we planned on surprising you? It was just a stupid prank, really...”
“What happened?” Chris Evans asked again, this time cutting off Mark. Scarlett put her arms around your shoulders and dropped her head onto one of them, hugging you quietly. You looked away from her. From all of them. Even your stylist, who had been keeping your secret for over five years now remained silent.
Jeremy came onto your other side and hugged you as well. Chris then. Both of them. Mark. But not Robert. He was the one who stood near the door with his arms crossed, looking at you. Evans understood because he knew anxiety. But Robert understood because he knew addiction. It was because of that look that you opened up and let it spill. It was only an hour until you were on the red carpet, and make up artists had to be called into your room to fix Scarlett’s eyeliner and to make the guys eyes look less red because they cried with you, they cried for you.
“You can turn to us whenever you need it, you know,” Chris Hemsworth said, towering above the rest of you. He ruffled your hair which made your hairstylist gasp with horror.
“Now that we know, you’re going to have a hard time getting rid of us, actually,” Scarlett said, kissing your cheek, and wiped off the smudge that was made by her lipstick.
“You guys don’t have to-” You started, but Robert blew you off with a very Tony like wave in the air.
“We don’t have to do anything - except what’s in our Disney contracts. This - we’re doing cause we love you.”
Hi! I’ve recently joined tumblr and I love your writing. Do you think you could do one where fem!teen!reader has a father-daughter dance but she doesn’t have a father/doesn’t have a good relationship with him and someone like rdj finds out and takes her instead? If not it’s okay.
Notes: I’d like to thank @deadlymistletoe for the request! I hope you enjoy it.
I don’t own any of the gifs/pictures used.
Warnings: Poor relationship with father, some angst, some comfort, spelling/grammatical errors, very bad writing 🤷♂️, anything else I failed to mention
Word Count: 590 (give or take)
Masterlist: Click Here & Here
You don’t have a really good relationship with your father
He’s been in and out of your life for as long as you can remember
You’ve gone through every possible emotion when it comes to your father’s unreliable nature, now you’re in a mixture of numbness, exhaustion and disappointment
You’re in high school now, and it’s been roughly two and a half years since you last heard from him
It’s not uncommon for him to disappear for extended periods of time, but this has to be the longest
You don’t really care at this point
Getting all worked up over it won’t make a difference
Then your school announced it’ll be hosting a father daughter dance
Some of your friends expressed interest in it
You played it off like you weren’t interested
But deep down, there were some emotions swirling around
Insecurities on not having a stable father figure in your life
Anger that your father never made time for you
Sadness that maybe you were never enough for him
Feelings you never knew existed until then
Maybe you always knew they existed but you chose to ignore them
Your mother is the first to notice something being off about you
You try to brush it off but you crumble and tell her
She reassures you it’s okay and tries to make you feel better; it doesn’t really work
So you try to distract yourself
If you can make it through the week until the stupid dance blows over, then you’ll be fine
You put even more time into studying and homework
You rehearsed your lines over and over for the upcoming movie you’re in
You even called your costars to see if they’d be interested in helping
Robert agreed without hesitation
He was the only one available at the moment so it worked out
It didn’t take him long to realize something was up with you
He waited until you would tell him, but you didn’t
So he asked and you tried brushing it off
And he gave you a look, and you nearly caved
And he kept giving you the look, so you did
You explained the situation and went off about how it was ridiculous to feel that way about your school’s father daughter dance, but there was that unresolved something deep inside you that wouldn’t leave you alone and you half expected it to go away once the dance passed and by the time you finished explaining you were out of breath
Robert didn’t say anything
After a minute you felt a little nervous
After three, you felt self conscious
After nearly five minutes you felt you’d crossed some kind of line by telling him all that
Then he asks something that made you sputter in an attempt to respond for a good thirty seconds
“Why don’t I go with you?”
You told him it wasn’t necessary, that it was some stupid school dance and that you didn’t want him to feel obligated over something like that
“…you’ve got your own family, I don’t want to take you away from them.”
Robert shrugged, “I’ll talk to Susan about it. It’s not a big deal trust me.”
You felt guilt wash over you
Why’d you tell him about this? Now he’s asking to go with you out of pity
You refused to look at him
“Y/N, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine, but my offer still stands.” Robert’s voice is comforting but you only shrug in response. “Wanna get back to rehearsing?”