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Falling pants | Evanstan

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Husband!Sebastian Stan x Actress!Wife!Reader x Husband!Chris Evans

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Its the photoshooting for Captain America: The Winter Soldier and next to the photoshooting you have some funny stories to tell about Sebastian. But you're not the only one with funny stories about some of the actors.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 1.475

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (G) none, just fluff

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 30 | Theme: TWS Cast | Photoshoot, social media, stunts, favourite cast member | @catws-anniversary

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“Chris, honey? Have you seen my tie?” Sebastian asks, slightly panicking when his tie isn’t there.

Chris chuckles about his messy husband, holding up the fabric Sebastian is looking for and walking closer to the other man.

“You mean this tie? It was with mine,” the blond man hands his husband the tie.

Black tie, white shirt, and dark pants — both men look really similar. Their outfits match yours.

“I’m nervous,” Seb confesses, running his fingers through his short, brown hair.

Chris is trying to get Sebastian’s tie in place while he stands just a few inches away from his husband.

“I know. So am I.”

The reason why they are both nervous is because this is the first event — even though it’s just a photo shoot — that they are attending as a married trouple. When it came out that the three of you were dating, it was chaos. Between people who never minded and supporters, there were also a lot of people hating you. You were the one who got most of the hate; most messages told you that you’re dating them only for their money because you can push one away when the other is too boring, and they called you a slut for loving two men. Telling you that the relationship and feelings between the three of you are only fake. Seb and Chris spent many days holding you in their warm embrace, comforting you, and trying all those tears caused by a few idiots who made you think that you’re destroying the relationship between Sebastian and Chris. Both of them made sure that they loved you just as much as they loved each other and that those comments wouldn’t change anything about it. And they showed you once again when they took you out for dinner to ask you if you wanted to marry them. You said yes, of course. The wedding was small, like the three of you wanted it to be, but it was perfect. Anthony Mackie, your best friend, walked you down the aisle, and your husbands had the biggest smile spread across their faces. But now it’s the first time you’re showing up as a married trouple for the photoshooting and interviews for the new movie Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

“But it’s going to be oke, Seb. You’ve got me and our girl,” Chris says, his soft voice giving Sebastian the comfort he needs to calm his nerves.

He then leans closer and captures the blond-haired man’s lips with his. A short but meaningful and loving kiss they share before they hear your footsteps. Both men turn their heads toward the door when you enter the room. You smile softly, and the men’s eyes roam over your body. Seb is the first one who gasps and stands in front of you with a dropped jaw. Chris chuckles at his husband, closing Seb’s mouth, before he starts drooling.

“Do I look oke?”

“Oke?” They answer in unison, and you blush softly.

“Baby, you don’t know how beautiful you are, do you? Making both of us hard when we just look at you,” Seb says, walking closer to you.

He is capturing your cheeks, then he licks his lips and presses his plump, soft ones into yours. The kiss takes away your breath for a moment. That man can kiss like he has never done anything else before. Chris can do it too; they both can take your breath away and make your knees go weak with just some soft touches and their beautiful, warm lips all over your body.

“Let’s go, or we are late. Ans we don’t wanna stop the people from seeing our pretty doll, huh,” Seb says, kissing you again, before he reaches out and waits for Chris to place his hand in the other man’s big hand.

Even though you’re working as an actress and a lot of people know you, some still don't. Most haters think that you’re just with the two men because of their money. But when you enter the room where Anthony and the other cast members are already, all the thoughts are out of your mind, and the smile is big across your lips.

“There she is. I really need to ask your husbands to burrow you for a night,” Anthony says, hugging you tightly.

“They already argue every night about who is the biggest spoon and who is the smallest spoon, so I don’t think they burrow me.”

Suddenly, you feel a big hand on your shoulder, pulling you back and against a broad chest. You know you have Sebastian standing behind you, his arm wrapped around your waist and the others placed on your shoulder.

“No one is going to burrow you, pretty girl,” he mumbles into your ear and kisses a trail down your neck.

"In five minutes, we are starting with the interviews and the photoshooting," one of the men who works there shouts through the room.

Sebastian wraps both of his arms around your waist. You look through the room to find your other husband; he is standing with Scarlett somewhere at the side and laughing, holding his hand to his chest like he always does when he is laughing.

"Isn't he adorable when he laughs like that?"

"He is. Just like you, baby," Seb says, causing you to blush and hide your face with your hands. "Don't hide your pretty face."

When everything is in the room, you're getting ready to start the photoshoot. First, Chris and Seb, because they want to show the return of Steve and Bucky together. Then they take photos of Chris, Anthony, and Scarlett, and when everyone gets combined with the person he is closely working with in the movie, you all are asked to get in front of the white front to make some more photos with the whole cast. Chris mumbles something into your ear, and you burst out laughing, looking at Seb, who rolls his eyes, knowing why his wife is laughing.

"No, Chris. Really?" He asks with a smirk, his blue eyes glistening playfully.

"Ohh- I feel like there is a story you wanna share with us? Looks like something funny," one of the interviewers says, and you nod eagerly.

The others from the cast look slightly confused until you nod down toward Sebastian's legs, and they understand, smirking before you clear your throat. Ready to tell them funny things that often happen on set.

"When we are home, you wish you wouldn't have said that, doll."

You slide your hand into Seb's, squeezing it softly. Then you look back at the people standing in front of you.

"During some scenes with the winter soldier, Sebastian needed to run over a car, and he fell over his own feet. His glasses were foggy, and he didn't see the place he was used to stepping on. Then he fell and slid the car down like it was a slide," you say, laughing softly. "And then his pants accidentally fell down a few times in the middle of the scene. It was pretty funny because the big, fearful Winter Soldier was standing there without his pants."

Sebastian laughs, scratching the back of his neck. His face is red, and his grip around his hand tightens.

"But-" Chris starts, and suddenly every pair of eyes lies on him. "He wasn't the only one who accidentally made funny things. Y/N was running from one place to another, and she was supposed to spring over a small place full of water. It turned out it wasn't that small, or she was too small for that. And when she shouted something to make us follow her, he jumped, and just a moment later she was lying completely wet in the swimming pool."

Your eyes widen slightly, and you look at Chris. Sebastian next to you burst out laughing, remembering the day exactly because he made a picture the moment you fell into it. He has it as his background, and you just can't convince him to change the background; he loves it too much. The way your hair is spread around in the water and you are lying flat in the small pool. Sebastian smirks, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer and capture your lips with a short but soft kiss.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my husband kissing my wife, but none of them gives me any attention at all," Chris says jokingly.

You roll your eyes, amused, reaching your hand out for Chris to take it, while you slowly push away from Seb with red cheeks and a wide smile on your lips. The way both men look at you when you laugh is nothing but pure love and adoration for the most beautiful woman in their lives — their everything, their love.

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averyfromzero · 8 months

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Tasty Sandwich

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pairing: chris evans x anthony mackie summary: chris offers his home for his friend anthony to stay over while filming a movie in boston. things take a wild and steamy turn when anthony catches chris gooning over his underwear. notes: smut 🔞, canon universe, top anthony, bottom chris, lots of spit/slobber, "gooner" concept, degradation words: 4,752

To film his upcoming action film, Rapid and Angry, Anthony Mackie had to fly all the way to Boston to film his scenes. Having to stay there for many weeks, his longtime friend and co-star in many films, Chris Evans offered Anthony his place for him to stay as long as he needed. And because they were already close friends, they didn’t have to worry about acting shy when living together.

As soon as Chris heard that Anthony would be filming in his hometown he immediately called and offered his place for Anthony to stay over, saying that it would be easier than wasting money on a hotel room. What Anthony didn't know was that Chris had a major crush on him but was always too scared of saying anything.

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10:15am. Chris looks at the clock, nervous that Anthony is late 15 minutes from the time he said he’d arrive. He paces the living room nervously with his hand propped up to his face as he bites his nails.

C’mon, c’mon. Where is he? He says in his head.

*ding dong*

As the doorbell rings, Chris sprints to the front door.

“Oh, hey, man!” Chris says as he opens the door, trying to sound casual and relaxed. He leaned awkwardly on the doorframe, giving off his best goofy smile as the backwards cap on his head gave him that frat guy image.

“Hey, Chris! Sorry, it took me a while to get a cab,” Anthony explained as he stepped inside with his bags.

“No worries, man. Come on, lemme show you to your room.”

Chris led Anthony to the inside of his house, not worrying about introducing him to every room as Anthony had already visited a couple times before.

“Here,” he stopped in front of one of the rooms in the hallway. “You can put your clothes in the closet and everything. Make yourself at home, bro!”

“Thanks,” Anthony said with a little chuckle as he placed his bags down on the floor of his temporary bedroom. “Can I use your bathroom? Gotta take this plane stank, man.”

“Sure! The bathroom is just down the hallway. Last door,” Chris instructed. “I’ll arrange something for us to eat in the meantime, you must be starving!”

Anthony just chuckled before closing the door to remove his clothes and go to the bathroom.

In the kitchen, Chris whistled playfully as he brought out some bread and other ingredients to prepare some large sandwiches. He was excited and nervous to have his friend over and wanted him to feel welcome.

10 minutes later, everything was ready. The sandwiches were done – big and full, by the way – and other snacks were placed on the counter alongside a bottle of soda.

Ready to give his friend a warm welcome, Chris walked to Anthony’s room with the tray of food.

The door was half-closed and Chris peered inside, seeing that it was empty and noticing Anthony hadn’t finished his shower yet, with the sound of the running water in the back of the hall giving him the verdict. He was about to leave and wait in the living room when his eyes came across something on Anthony’s bed.

It was his underwear. Tossed and clearly used.

Something in Chris’ head clicked and he couldn’t help but step inside. He walked closer and placed the tray on the bedside table as he kept his eyes glued to the underwear. He reached out with his hand, mouth already watering.

He picked up Anthony’s used undies and brought it up to his face, pressing it against his nose and deeply inhaling his friend’s musky scent. His eyes cross slightly as the smell of Anthony’s sweat and dried cum invade his nostrils.

Chris’ bulge grows big as he gets lost in the most intimate smell of his friend. His hand almost unconsciously travels under his pants and wraps around his thick and long shaft as he strokes himself slowly while repeatedly inhaling Anthony’s musk.

At some point, Chris completely forgets that his friend could come into the room at any time and decided to strip his clothes, completely invested in pleasuring himself to the musky scent in Anthony’s boxers.

Laying on the bed with his legs spread, cock standing up in its full 9-inches glory, Chris kept his eyes closed as he completely tuned out every sound around him and focused on smelling every scent from the underwear, from the smell of the fabric to the sweat on the taint. The intense odor made his eyes cross under his lids and his tongue unintentionally stick out, drool dripping from it.

The only time he ever opened his eyes was to see where the single cum stain was and dive his nose onto it again, smelling the salty substance released from Anthony's member at some point during the day. Stroking his cock until it was harder than a rock and dripping with pre-cum, Chris drove himself to a high he had never been before, with his sensorial parts being stimulated to their fullest to the realization that he was smelling his hot friend’s cum.

He was seconds away from the most intense orgasm he ever had when something stopped him.

The sound of Anthony clearing his throat made Chris’ eyes pop open and hand stop dead in its tracks. He took a second to have any other reaction before he hurriedly looked for the blanket to poorly cover himself and start babbling nonsensical words in desperation.

“Tsk tsk,” Anthony said, voice deep and stern. “Wouldn’t take you for a gooner, Chris. Such a pathetic sight you almost eating my dirty underwear.”

Chris turned red in embarrassment. But under the thin blanket, his cock twitched at Anthony’s comment. The latter noticed the movement under the sheet.

Teasing, Anthony stepped closer slowly, arms crossed and the white of the towel around his waist striking against his wet chocolate skin. The almost mean expression on his face prepared Chris for what was to come.

“Wanna act like a pathetic slut?” He said, daring. “Then I’m gonna make you act like a pathetic slut.”

Before Chris could even try to speak up, Anthony interrupted.

“On your knees.” His voice sounded deeper than usual. Chris’ member once again twitched under the sheets.

“I said, on your knees,” he demanded. “Now.”

Chris slipped off the bed, the blanket going down with him but falling on the floor as his erect cock dripped in shameful arousal. He placed himself on his knees in front of Anthony, face inches from his friend’s huge bulge.

Silently, Anthony untied the towel and around him and let it fall to the floor, revealing his engorged 12-inch cock. It looked juicy. It was thick and veiny, the drops of water on it making it shine a glossy brown with the bulbous head smacking Chris’ in the face. It felt heavy.

“Now you’re gonna worship my cock, you dirty bitch.”

Chris’ watering mouth opened slightly at the comment. All that name calling was making his insides twist and turn in excitement.

“Come on, slut. I know you wanna worship your master’s cock.”

“Yes, master.” Chris said softly, voice nearly inaudible as he spoke up for the first time since Anthony walked in on him. As Chris wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, Anthony smirked, knowing damn well he’s got his friend wrapped on his finger. Chris parted his lips wide and welcomed Anthony’s dripping tip into his warm drooling mouth. As the first taste of his cock invaded his tongue, Chris went cross eyed and eagerly started to bog his head on the dick.

Anthony moaned lowly at the feeling of his friend’s hot and wet mouth around his member. He couldn’t help but place a hand on Chris’ head and motion him to go deeper.

As the minutes passed by, Chris took Anthony deeper into his mouth, inch by inch. His drool spread across his face and all over the huge cock as he stroked the shaft in the same rhythm he went up and down on the wet cock, the sound of his mouth against the slob-covered skin reverberating through the room. The filthy sounds and the sight in front of him made Anthony go wild. Soon, he was fucking Chris’ face as if it was a fuck toy.

Anthony’s moans became louder and more gutural as the sound of his dick going in and out of Chris’ drooling mouth became more frantic. Chris’ eyes were almost completely crossed and he kept slobbering all over Anthony’s 12 inch cock, going completely dumb over it.

Soon, Chris tapped on Anthony’s thighs hurriedly, signaling he needed some air. Anthony then removed himself from Chris’ mouth and the wet popping sound of the lips unwrapping from his drooled cock made him twitch. A string of spit connected Chris’ red used lips to the tip of the engorged member.

“Fuck,” Anthony exhaled. “You slut, you drooled all over my cock. Look at that pathetic face, all messy.”

He gave Chris just a few seconds before he went in again, hands on each side of his face and cock ready to fuck his drooled mouth one more time. Chris wrapped his hand on Anthony’s cock again and prepared himself. Anthony went in, driving his spit-covered shaft into Chris’ abused mouth. Slower than before, Anthony told Chris to bob his head as he thrusted in a less aggressive pace. Soon, the sound of sloppy suctions filled the room again.

“Oh, yeah,” Anthony dragged out a groan. “Fuck, that feels so good. Fucking slobber on my big fucking cock you little slut”

Chris moaned around the huge cock in his mouth. The taste of Anthony’s dick, mixed with the excessive drool, and pre-cum wetting everything from his face and hands to the base of Anthony’s member, made Chris want more and more.

But Chris’ jaw was starting to hurt. Keeping his mouth open so wide to fit that huge cock for that long was starting to get to him. So he tried to pull off Anthony's dick.

As Chris tried to slide off Anthony’s wet length, the latter pressed him down by the nape, making him slide back down again. And again. And again. Until Chris was gagging on his cock, nose pressed against his smooth crotch. The sound was so arousing, Chris’ throat struggling with something so big inside it. But Anthony didn’t want to hurt Chris, so he let go.

Chris slid off the cock as soon as his head was free from pressure, coughing from the struggle. Not only a string, but quite a lot of drool connected to his tired mouth to the shimmering shaft of Anthony’s giant cock. Slobber was also smeared across Chris’ beard and chest hairs, resulting in a beautifully filthy image. Anthony fought the urge to take a picture of the sight.

“Look at that,” Anthony chuckled. “Such a filthy little slut, you are. Covered in spit, so messy and sloppy. You look so fucking sexy covered in this mess.”

Chris looked absolutely filthy. And he loved it. Not once did he try to wipe his face and clean the slobber covering him. His mouth, his face, his beard, his chest and hands were all slick with spit.

After he had a few more seconds to breathe again, Anthony demanded, “now make me cum, slut. I wanna see that pretty face covered in my jizz.”

Taking a deep breath, Chris leaned in once again, promptly wrapping his fingers around the shaft one more time and kissing the tip before enveloping the head in the warmth of his mouth. This time, Anthony stayed back watching, letting the other do all the work.

With spit gathering up the more Chris sucked him, the sound of his hands jerking Anthony’s huge cock was loud and sticky. His lips were glossy red as they worked their way up and down the wet shaft. Chris’ pace quickened by the minute and soon his movements were frantic. Anthony’s moans grew louder as he neared his high, which motivated Chris to please him as much as he could.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Anthony warned, voice strained and airy.

Chris stopped at the tip, lips wrapped around the head like in a sloppy kiss and his hands made the work, stroking each inch of Anthony’s incredibly large cock. The wetness of the slobber helped Chris do the work.

Soon, Anthony took over and grabbed his cock, removing it from Chris’ mouth and jerking it in front of the other’s face. Chris stuck his tongue out in a filthy expression and waited, eager to receive his master’s milk. Within a matter of seconds Anthony came, shooting his warm milk all over Chris' already sloppy face, with some sticking to his beard and some falling onto his chest. Anthony shot rope after rope of cum in a never ending orgasm that left Chris’ face soaked in jizz.

“Fuck. That was so much cum, master” Chris let out, voice hoarse from all the sucking. “I’m completely covered in your milk.”

Chris got up, knees red from the position he was at, and reached up to his face, fingers about to wipe the cum off his face before Anthony stopped him, grabbing his wrist. “Don’t. I wanna see that pretty face of yours covered in cum when I fuck you, slut” Anthony said, voice firm and dominant. “Now lay back on the bed and spread your legs for me.”

As obedient as ever, Chris did as he was told and got on the bed, promptly laying back on the sheets and spreading his legs, awaiting Anthony’s next instructions. His cum-covered face was the hottest and filthiest sights Anthony had ever seen, he thought.

Anthony then kneeled on the mattress and positioned himself between Chris’ muscular legs, fingers wrapped around his girthy cock, leading it to the other’s awaiting hole. “Fuck me, master” Chris let out. “I wanna feel that big cock ripping me apart.”

“Oh, yeah?” Anthony smirked, teasing Chris’ hole with the large head of his dick. “You slut, you wanna feel my cock all the way inside you, huh?”

“Yes, master. Please, fuck me,” he pleaded.

Giving in to the other’s desires, Anthony pressed in. Chris’ hole was pink and tight, unprepared to receive such a large cock. But Chris liked it like that, he loved feeling the burn of something so big entering him raw.

“Fuck~” Anthony dragged out. “You’re so fucking tight, you filthy slut.”

As Anthony slid his way into Chris slowly, getting all 12 inches in, he looked at the other’s cum-soaked face. Chris never looked so handsome and dirty at the same time. Anthony’s huge cock was ripping through his insides, giving Chris the most pleasurable pain he ever felt, a burn so arousing his dick pulsated and precum dripped from its tip.

“Fuck, master. You feel so good,” Chris moaned, voice weak and airy. “Fuck me with that horse cock you got, master. Fuck me.” He crossed eye as he felt the last inch of Anthony’s big dick enter him, hitting him in all the right spots and making him the fullest he had ever had.

After Chris got used to the pressure within him, Anthony started moving slowly. As he slid back and forth in Chris’ hole, the other’s expression of pure pleasure would intensify. Chris' gooner face told Anthony just how much of a slut his friend was and how much he was enjoying having his hole obliterated by his cock.

“M-master,” Chris stuttered as Anthony pounded his hole so hard it made his body tremble. “It feels so fucking good, I’m fucking drooling,” a string of spit ran down the corner of Chris’ mouth as his pleasured intensified. Chris’ mouth was open and Anthony could see his tongue sticking out, all slobbered up and dripping. It was such a dirty image.

“You’re such a whore, Evans,” Anthony let out, voice breathy from all the pounding he was doing. Anthony’s chest was glistening with sweat and Chris fought the urge to lean forward and lick his friend’s delicious skin with his wet tongue.

As Anthony gave a hard thrust, Chris squirmed, feeling his prostate getting hit by the bulbous head of Mackie’s cock. “Fuck~” Chris let out, almost growling with his voice hoarse and airy. “Fuck me, master. I can’t get enough of your fucking cock.”

“Oh, yeah?” Anthony said. “You like my cock fucking you open, you slut? You like that?” he completed as he grabbed Chris’ ankles and opened his legs wider, fucking him faster than before.

Chris’ moans became louder and his squirms became more constant as he felt his prostate being hit over and over again. His mouth kept drooling over his face and his tongue stuck out as if he was looking for something to lick. Chris’ eyes moved as a response to the incredible pleasure he was experiencing.

Chris couldn’t help it anymore, the more Anthony fucked him, the more he wanted to move closer and lick every part of his body as his ass got destroyed. “Fuck” he let out once more before leaning in and, with his mouth still open and dripping with slobber, licking and sucking all over Anthony’s plump and sweaty chest, leaving a trail of spit everywhere.

With his face still covered in Anthony’s cum, Chris pressed his nose against the crease between Mackie’s pecs and drooled over it, also leaving behind some of Anthony’s own cum on his skin. When he leaned back, he saw the sinful painting he did on his friend with his slobber and Anthony’s cum. “Fuck.” Somehow, the sight made Chris even hornier, making his mouth open wider and his tongue stuck out further in arousal.

Chris batted his eye over Anthony’s delicious brown nipples and dove in again, promptly sucking on them as he once again smeared Mackie’s own cum around with his eagerness.

Anthony continued to pound into Chris' messy hole, ramming his huge cock into his prostate again and again. Chris felt that he could cum any second, sucking onto Anthony’s nipple harder the closer he felt to the edge.

Unfazed, Anthony repeatedly hit Chris’ spot over and over forcefully. Chris felt more and more sensitive with each strike and frowned as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was about to cum. Hard.

After a few more seconds, Anthony gave one more thrust – especially hard – right onto Chris’ prostate, drawing a desperate moan out of him as he let go of his nipple and accidentally spit over his chest (again). Chris’ grip on Anthony’s shoulder sharpened and he felt his hole quiver and squeeze unconsciously as he reached his high. “I’m gonna fucking cum” Chris let out, voice trembling and tight.

Chris’ cock pulsed as cum shot out of him at a forceful speed, landing right onto Anthony’s abs and chest. The moans that came out of him as he kept cumming were deep and hoarse, and he clung onto Anthony tightly as he drew out his orgasm. While on cloud nine, Chris unintentionally slobbered onto Anthony’s shoulder. He looked helpless.

Anthony laughed at his friend’s state. “So pathetic. Couldn’t even control yourself, you slut. Came all over me, untouched,” he mocked him. “So soon too, huh? Pitiful.” Chris let out a small moan at the comment, cock still buried inside him, hard and brushing at his abused prostate.

Anthony looked as Chris had slobber all over his face and tongue out like a dumb slut. Looking down at his own chest, he saw the wet spots where Chris had drooled and spit over while being pounded crazy. And he was about to make him goon even more.

That’s when Anthony started thrusting again, speedy and forceful, pounding Chris’ hole over and over again, not caring that the latter was sensitive and overstimulated. It just made everything hotter. Chris’ face looked dumber and dumber as his eyes rolled back, his tongue stuck out and slobber kept dripping out of his mouth, turning his face into an even dirtier mess.

The sound of Anthony’s hips slamming against Chris’ reddened buttocks filled the air once again, somehow even louder. Chris couldn’t help but let out rhythmic moans and groans each time Anthony thrusted in, head cloudy with overstimulation and sensitiveness. He felt like a dirty slut. “Fu-fuck me! Feels so fucking good, fuck” his voice came out in an almost-unintelligible ramble.

The more Chris looked gone, the more Anthony wanted to fuck him. His hips weren’t slowing down anytime soon regardless if he had been fucking Chris for a long time. He was invested. There was no pain or tiredness that could stop him from abusing his friend’s gaping hole, which started to let out the air Anthony was fucking into him.

Anthony started feeling his climax coming up for the second time as his thrusts became sloppier. Chris’ dirty gooner face was making him so horny he couldn’t help but get close again. “Faster, faster. Fuck!” Chris’ fucked out voice let out, desperate for more cock. The wet sloppy sounds of his hips against Chris’ became louder and Anthony’s moans followed it.

Right before cumming, Anthony whipped his cock out of Chris’ abused hole and moved closer to the latter’s face, which had already been painted by him earlier. Anthony jerked off rapidly for a few seconds before he shot his huge and thick load of cum over Chris’ beautifully disgusting face, coating it with a thicker layer of his milk.

Despite being his second time already, Anthony’s load was massive and it thoroughly covered Chris’ face once again, giving him an even dirtier look combined with all the slobber and previously shot cum. Chris held his tongue out and managed to catch some of the milk, tasting it and realizing how he’d love to drink it every day. “You’re delicious,” he said, tongue licking around his lips.

Anthony stroked the last few drops of cum out of his cock in slow and strong grips before he was done. He took his time to breathe heavily for a while as his dick softened and Chris came back to his senses a little bit.

After some minutes, Anthony looked down and realized how dirty his cock had gotten, with some dried cum on it from his first load combined with the freshly shot load he just let out. He looked at Chris’ slutty face and something in his head clicked.

Anthony put his hand behind Chris’ head and motioned him closer to his cock – which was still huge even when soft. Like a horny slut, Chris’ automatically opened his mouth dumbly, just waiting for the next command. “Suck it clean, dirty whore” Anthony demanded.

“Yes, master” Chris moaned. He didn’t have to be told twice, his automatic reaction was to put Anthony’s thick shaft inside his mouth and start sucking and licking. Anthony felt the wetness and warmth of it and couldn’t help but start getting himself hard again. Chris’ tongue was skilled and it thoroughly went through all of his shaft, up and down and all around. The sound of the filthily wet slurps made Anthony twitch inside Chris’ mouth.

Part of him was still in awe of how much of a cockslut his friend was. Chris’ movements on his cock felt so perfect and automatic, his cloudy eyes telling him that Chris was still gone with pleasure. “Hmmmf~” he moaned around the thick shaft.

Because of how sensitive his cock was after two orgasms, Anthony couldn’t help but feel a third one coming up quicker. But before he could cum again, he looked over at the food tray Chris brought for him and had a filthy idea.

He removed his throbbing cock from Chris’ tired mouth, a thick string of spit connecting his abused lips with the cockhead. “Grab the sandwich,” Anthony demanded.

Unsure of what Anthony had in mind, Chris obeyed with a slightly confused expression on his dirty face. He leaned over the side table, grabbed the food and sat waiting for Anthony to tell him what to do next.

“Open it up,” he said firmly. Chris slowly opened the sandwich, still confused as to what Anthony was wanting him to do. Mackie positioned himself closer to the food and pointed his large cockhead towards the inside of the large sandwich, stroking his tired cock rapidly, ready to shoot his third load in a row.

Chris watched in awe as he slowly came to the realization of what Anthony was about to do. Something about it made him feel especially excited as he held the sandwich open, making sure it’s angled properly so he doesn’t miss a drop.

Chris’ eyes crossed in anticipation and he automatically stuck his gooner tongue out as he heard Anthony moaning more and more, getting closer to his third orgasm of the day by the second. The sight of Chris’ slobbered up and cum-covered face drew Anthony closer to the edge. And soon, he came, shooting his still surprisingly thick and massive load all over the sandwich. He painted inside the food like it was a tasty sauce as he milked his cock clean stroke by stroke.

Anthony exhaled deeply and leaned his head back in ecstasy as he came down from his high, chest moving up and down as he pushed oxygen back inside his lungs. “Fuck,” he let out, breathy. “That was awesome.”

He turned his head back towards Chris, who was still sitting before him, sandwich in his hands. “Now eat.”

“What?” Chris let out, confused.

“Eat the sandwich, slut,” Anthony demanded.

It took Chris a couple seconds to process what Anthony wanted him to do. He looked down at the cum-filled sandwich in his hands and let out a small “fuck”, weirdly excited to eat the cum-covered food. “Okay,” he let out in a hurried whisper before he closed the sandwich back up and brought it up to his mouth in a hurry to find out how Anthony’s cum tasted with the other ingredients.

“Hmmmf~” Chris moaned as he munched on the first bite. Anthony’s cum was so thick that the taste really stood out and made Chris’ eyes roll back in some sort of pleasure. “Tastes so good,” he said, muffled, with his mouth full.

While Chris was focused on tasting the special sauce on that sandwich, Anthony leaned over to grab his phone that was tossed on the bed. He heard Chris let out some “tasty” and “delicious” as he unlocked his phone and clicked on his camera app. Anthony pointed it towards the sinful sight on the bed and snapped a picture. Chris was in the center, sitting on the edge of the bed, his face still covered in slobber and cum as he took a big bite of the sandwich in his hand. Anthony could see some of his thick cum oozing out of the edges as Chris held a firm grip on it.

Chris didn’t even notice as he kept munching on the food as if it was the first thing he’s eaten all day, letting out moans every time he tasted the saltiness of Anthony’s cum. “Fuck, this is so good,” he kept saying.

Anthony then opened the picture he snapped on his phone and promptly set it as his brand new lock screen photo. It was a sight to behold indeed, and he wanted to see it every day.

He watched as Chris kept giving the sandwich big bites until it was done. Anthony whistled as Chris swallowed the last bit of the cum-filled food as if to say “woah, you really liked that.”

After their highs were over, the two finally felt the aftermath of their wild fucking. Chris felt sore and sleepy while Anthony felt like he had just run a marathon, body all sweaty and legs aching from all the thrusting. Silently, Anthony climbed on the bed and laid back on the once-clean sheets. Chris moved himself back on the bed and rested his back on the mattress as well, not worried about getting up and getting himself cleaned, especially his filthy face.

Anthony held out his arm for Chris to crawl over too. As he wrapped his arm around him, Chris laid his cum covered face onto his muscular chest, letting a little bit of the cum and slobber drip onto Anthony. Soon, the two fell into a slumber, comfortable despite all the sweat, cum and slobber that covered them.

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megamindsecretlair · 9 months

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It Started With a Whisper

Chapter 2

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. This starts off tame, pure fluff. Soft Sam. Cursing and allusions to body parts and sex. This series will get explicit so I will keep the community label on mature. There will be angst and smut. Mentions of sick parents, responsible adulting, and unfair burdens. AAVE intentional language.

Summary: This starts off about a week or so before Captain America and The Winter Soldier. You are the front desk clerk who started a few months ago and you have a major crush on Sam Wilson, the handsome and sweet trauma counselor. Your best friend suckers you into going with Sam on a coffee run.

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A/N: The more I rewatch The Winter Soldier, I know I'm primarily drooling over Seb like everyone else, but I've really come to appreciate Sam. He's hilarious and Anthony Mackie is perfect. I just wanted to contribute a little something. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

“You got a little drool there," Your best friend, Ariel, said and smacked your face with a folder. You jumped, pulled from your daydreaming, and smacked her back.

“Am not,” you muttered. You covertly wiped your mouth and Ariel laughed. “I saw that, ho,” she said.

You rolled your eyes and shuffled papers in front of you, grumbling to yourself. You didn’t want to look, but your eyes were drawn towards the front. Towards Sam. He stood talking to a veteran after their meeting and he was engaged, focused, listening. You briefly wondered what it would be like to have that focus on you.

You mentally shook yourself. You did not need those problems. Still, your eyes tracked him. How he moved, how he laughed. His smile was infectious. He was the type that not only heard you, but listened.

“When are you gonna tell that boy how badly you want to rip his–”

“Shush!” You scolded.

Ariel laughed and continued filing away client files. “He’s way over there, you think he can hear me?”

You shrugged. “We just found out Norse gods are real, supersoldiers coming back from the ice and shit, and aliens tried to take over New York. So yeah, you never know.”

Ariel laughed. “If Sam is special or whatever, don’t you think we would’ve found out by now? With how much you stare at him?”

“Hey, I don’t stare. It’s not like I can look at anything else. This is literally the front desk.”

Ariel held up her hands. “He ain’t sorry to look at. I’m just sayin’. You’d know if his fine ass had any super powers.”

You rolled your eyes again and focused on the meeting schedule in front of you and client emails. You bit your lip as you concentrated, intent on actually getting some work done.

Veterans Affairs was usually a chill place. As the front desk clerk, there wasn’t a lot of responsibility. Which you preferred. The hours were flexible, boss was understanding, and despite Ariel always talkin’ shit, you had good company. And yeah, the view wasn’t bad.

Again, your mind drifted to Sam. It didn’t make any sense for him to look that fine working in a place like this. But he was good with the veterans. His groups filled up fast sometimes, to the point where he’d stay for just one more.

You sighed. You were a grown woman. You had no business lusting after a man.

“Good afternoon, ladies.”

You jumped and looked over at Sam. Sam, standing in front of you. Sam, looking at you and smiling. You froze. Did you conjure him? Did he catch you staring?

Ariel elbowed you as she turned in the small front desk area and leaned on the desk. “Good afternoon, Sam. How goes it?”

“Afternoon,” you managed to mumble. You think. Idiot. How exactly do you talk to a man that you were just picturing naked? You bet it was big too. Fuck. You were thinking it again.

“Pretty good. I got some time before my next group. I was going to head to the cafe up the street and get something.” Sam kept his eyes fixed on you. You pointedly did not look at him. You didn’t care if you were being rude. You just wanted your face to stop giving away your nasty thoughts.

“Really! What a coincidence. Y/N was just saying she felt a little peckish,” Ariel said.

You whipped your head towards her and glared. You stumbled over your words. You couldn’t deny that shit fast enough.

“I-uh, well, my-my family packed something for me,” you said.

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry, I know you don’t want to be seen around town with someone like me.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “That’s not true! I would never–I mean, I’m not…”

Sam laughed again. “I’m joking, Y/N.” How did he manage to make your name sound so…melodic?

You laughed nervously and licked your lips. You were a well educated woman, oldest child, and Sam turned you into a bumbling idiot.

“One of these days I’ll wear you down. You’ll have to give me a good excuse or go on and accept a date with me.”

Your cheeks couldn’t burn hotter. You thanked whoever was listening that your dark skin hid your blush. “Sam…”

He shook his head and waved you off. “I’m not pressuring you, I swear. I’m just sayin’, I’m a good time.” His smirk made his high cheekbones stick out.

“She knows it. She’s just stubborn,” Ariel said.

You stood up and bumped her with your hip, offering a small and fake apology. “I am not,” you said.

“I know it. I’ll have to impress her, right? Get her to take a chance on me?” Sam asked Ariel.

“Mhhm, poor thing needs to be hit over the head,” Ariel said.

“Are ya’ll done laughing at my expense?”

“No!” Sam and Ariel said at the same time. You rolled your eyes and put your hands on your hips.

Hell, you didn’t know why you kept saying no anyway. Well, you did. But your excuses never fazed Ariel. You had a busy home life, with family that depended on you. Was it really fair to start something up if you couldn’t follow through?

Ariel would say yes. That you deserved fun. That it didn’t have to be anything other than casual. But your crush was anything but casual. You wanted this man, biblically. You couldn’t string two sentences around the man.

But did you want your family to run your life? Just because you were responsible didn’t mean you had to be boring. You weren’t always like this. This…goop of a puddle who couldn’t look a man in the eye. You were gorgeous, goddamn it! You had curves, a nice ass, and a cute face. Tits weren’t bad either.

“One trip to the cafe?” You asked.

Sam grinned and nodded. “One trip. Harmless,” he said and shrugged his shoulders.

Mhmm. You looked at Ariel who pumped her fist. The bitch could at least be subtle about it. You giggled and gathered your purse.

“It appears I’m taking my break now,” you told Ariel.

“Take ya time. All the time you need,” Ariel said and eyed Sam up and down. She was embarrassing enough for the both of you.

You exited the closed off desk area, returning the half door to its place. You were doing it. You were standing next to him. You also felt like you were going to throw up, but you’d take the victory where you could.

Sam led the way out of the VA building and you blinked into the late DC sun. You forgot how dark it could be in the building. You needed to head out more and get some sun on your bones.

Together, you walked with Sam towards the small cafe on the corner. You walked in silence for a bit, biting the inside of your cheek. You were so painfully awkward.

“I gotta say, I’m shocked to see you out from behind the desk.”

You laughed. “Not what you was picturing?” You asked.

“Better.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Boy…”

He laughed. “I’m sorry,” he said and didn’t look the least bit sorry. He always looked like he knew a secret you didn’t. Instead of looking like an asshole, he looked like he was dying to tell it.

“Can you blame me? I’ve been askin’ for months.” He said. You waited at a corner for the light to turn so you could cross. Sam got on the other side of you, so that he was closest to the oncoming traffic. Your heart melted a tiny bit.

DC was expansive and yet seemed so small. Cars were jam packed, honking, and everyone was rushing around. Everyone walked with a purpose, some place to be and something to do. There was a light breeze and the sun was losing its heat.

“I’m sorry about that…”

“I’m not saying it to make you feel bad. I’m just sayin’ I’m grateful I get to spend any time with you. Whatever you’re cool with, I promise.”

“I like that you ask me out. I hate havin’ to say no.” You admitted. It was so damn true, it hurt. You did hate saying no. You hated that he would smile through it all, so understanding. But you knew he was disappointed.

“Why do you say no?” He asked. He asked it softly, not judging. Sam was so damn sweet, you should have a cavity.

You took a deep breath as you crossed the street. It was a loaded question. Where did you start? A hermit mom who was too scared to leave the house after New York? Your stubborn but ailing dad who refused to go to the hospital? Your wild and out siblings who never took shit seriously?

“Home life is kind of…chaotic. After New York, everyone’s been on edge. I know it was two years ago, but it doesn’t really help. We had live footage that nasty aliens exist.”

Sam nodded his head. He held the door open for you as you went inside the cafe. The heavenly aroma of fresh bread and coffee made your mouth water. The cafe was smallish, mostly for getting the order to go. There were tables and chairs for people to sit but they were all occupied.

The shop itself had a new age, almost hippy vibe but was every inch the upscale coffee shop political types loved. Everything was modern, clean, and even had a chalkboard menu. Because of course they did.

You stood in line. “Yeah, that was insane to watch on TV before the cameras went down. I’ve talked to plenty of people that still fear going outside. You afraid of another attack?”

You sighed. You knew he wouldn’t judge you, bless him. But it wasn’t you that was afraid. Your mother’s nerves were so bad, they were contagious. It was easier to stay home than have her call you ten times per minute to make sure you were safe. Yes, you were aware that it had nothing to do with you. But you were trying, okay?

“Not me, exactly,” you said and laughed. “It’s hard to explain.”

“It’s cool. You don’t have to. But I’m here if you ever need someone to talk to,” he said.

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Sam.”

He smiled. You approached the barista and ordered. You reached for your wallet when Sam stopped you. “I asked you here, it’s my treat.”

“Sam, no. I can pay for my order.”

“Never said you couldn’t. My treat,” he said. He handed the barista his card and paid for the order anyway. You scowled. It only made him laugh.

“It’s only a few bucks.”

“That’s not the point. I don’t like people paying for me,” you said.

“Not even as a treat?” He asked. You both moved off to the side to wait for your coffee and muffin.

“Not really,” you said.

Sam smiled. “I’m sorry. Tell you what. We can walk here again tomorrow and I’ll let you pay. I’ll even order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You just want to walk here again with me.”

“Did it work?” He asked.

You pursed your lips. Dammit, yes. You nodded and he celebrated. “I’ll take it.”

You grabbed your order and headed back towards the building, asking how he got started into counseling.

“Counseling helped me a lot when I got back. I wanted to pay it forward. I’m pretty good at talkin’ to people. Figured it was my calling,” he said.

“You ever miss it?”

Sam shrugged and sipped some of his coffee. You admired anyone who could walk and drink. Your drink would’ve ended up all over your outfit. And you rather liked these jeans and your flowery blouse.

“Yes and no? I don’t miss the action. I miss my brothers though. There’s a deep bond you form over there that never really leaves you.”

You nodded. You never served but you heard that sentiment repeatedly as they checked in for groups, signed up for others, or needed resources. The military chewed you up and spat you out and never stopped to give a damn.

You continued to learn more about him, more than you managed to pick up when you started working at the VA. He was from Louisiana, he has a sister, and two nephews. His parents owned a fishing business.

He was so easy to talk to, once you got past your initial dirty thoughts and weird hangups about him. He made you laugh so many times on the way back, your sides were hurting as you entered the dimly lit, bland government building. He walked you back to the front desk where Ariel was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Nothing for me? I’m hurt.”

“Good. That’s what you get for being a smart ass,” you said.

“Got your behind out walking with him, didn’t it?” Ariel laughed and high-fived Sam.

You narrowed your eyes. “I hope ya’ll didn’t plan this,” you said.

Sam held up his hands, raising his cup in the air. “On my honor as an Airman, I did not plan this.” He walked backwards as he winked at you.

“Until tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Bye, Sam,” you said and rolled your eyes. Even if it was a set up, you didn’t mind. You had a lot of fun.

You entered the booth and sat down. Ariel leaned her hip against the desk and flipped her long hair over her shoulder.

“Spill, bitch!”

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midnightbabylon · 11 months

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New Years Eve

summary: Some time ago, you met Anthony Mackie on the set of a movie project. You two understood each other from the first second. Although you tend to avoid social contacts, he constantly invites you to his annual parties. At least five times a year, you’ll be in his house. Parties aren’t for you, but he always makes you laugh even though you don’t want to be there. And every time at those parties, you meet an incredibly handsome man. Will he and you finally get closer on New Year’s Eve?

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

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warnings: none I guess

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You met Anthony on Set when you became a bit bigger in the scene. As a not over social person you often stayed in your trailer reading a book. You could say that Anthony adopted you when he found out that you were practically hiding to not talk with people. He took you out to eat lunch or you were just roaming around the city. He was making you feel all kinds of comfort. You had great chemistry and soon became friends. For New Years he wanted to throw a massive house party with all his friends, colleagues and family . You volunteered to help him with decorations etc. because you really liked organizing parties. At the time time you were damn nervous because you knew that Sebastian will come tonight. You were crushing hard on this men. On the other hand you met Sebastian a few times only. Every time you had great conversations for hours ongoing, you two laughed and smiled a lot but did this mean he liked you the way you liked him? Tonight you wanted to shoot your shot. A kiss after the New Years countdown sounded perfect to you. Mackie knew about your crush that is why he bought your outfit. “He’s gonna see u in this and man.” He chuckled and made an obscene pose. “I am so good at this.” As you looked in the bag you couldn’t believe your eyes. This little black dress was a tiny piece of clothing. “I am not gonna wear that. I’d rather die.” You shoved the bag right back into his arms. “What? No! You are gonna look sexy as hell. He will be head over heels for you.” “I doubt that. It’s barely covering my ass and tits.” You gestured up and down your body. “That’s the point darling. You have great tits and a bombastic ass. Show him.” You shook your head.

Because of his compliment, you still had to smile. "Okay I'll wear it, but only if I get to do my make up and hair by myself." He grinned widely and gave you a high five. "You got it." An hour later, the house was conspicuously decorated with all sorts of odds and ends and food was on the tables. The drinks were all set up in the kitchen, so everyone could help themselves. Now you could finally get ready, too. "What if he doesn't come at all today?" You called into the room while Anthony was putting on a shirt. "Oh he'll come, he promised me." You rolled your eyes. "Okay, and what if he comes with an escort or hooks up with a pretty girl at the party?" Anthony put his hands on your bare shoulders. "You worry too much. None of that is happening. In that outfit, he only has eyes for you. Just look at you. That dress is perfect for your body type. I've outdone myself." He laughed out loud. "Just get off your high horse," you smirked.

After a few more hours, the house gradually filled up. It was still exactly four hours until midnight and you already had a headache from the stuffy air and the loud music. You weren't really in the party mood for the new year yet, inside you were rather cleaning up after the guests who were making a mess. To clear your head, you went outside to the terrace. There, the lights danced across the pool and fewer people danced and wrestled around. Anthony you had lost in the crowd a while ago. Exhaling loudly, you leaned against the wall of the house and closed your eyes. Peace and quiet. "Y/N there you are!" Sounded Anthony's voice not two seconds later. "Look who I found!" he warbled. Sebastian stood beside him, a red cup in his hand. In the blue shirt, he looked simply gorgeous. Swallowing, you began to smile. "Hey, you made it." He stared at you for a few seconds and nodded. "Yeah wow ehm you look great. That dress suits you immensely." You noticed your cheeks turning red from the heat rising into them but still returned his hug. God he smelled so divine like a man, with a hint of sandalwood. "Thanks Seb."

You chatted a few minutes before someone called his name and he turned away from you to talk to the other person. Now was your chance to grab a water. A quick check to the clock told you there was only one and a half hour left till midnight. Your eyes wandered trough the crowd of people dancing when you caught the familiar color of his shirt. A really pretty redhead reached for a strand of hair and smiled widely at him. You couldn't hear what they were saying but she probably complimented him the way he smiled back at her. Your heart pounded faster than it should with the sting in your stomach. Jealousy creeped up your blood line. But you shouldn't be jealous, he's not even yours. Quickly you looked elsewhere.

At the same time Anthony watched your reaction intensely and started playing his role as wing man for the night.

"Hey man who you kissing tonight?" Sebastian looked at him in confusion "I am single why should I kiss someone?" Anthony put his arm around his shoulder. "Everybody kisses someone at midnight." Seb drew his eyebrows together. "Who are you kissing?" He laughed. "I am kissing that hot chic right over there." Sebastian laughed nervously. "Okay good for you. And who should I kiss?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Y/N." Mackie smiled at him. "Y/N?" "Trust me. Just kiss her and you'll see how she feels about you. You flirt at every one of my parties." He rolled his eyes. "Flirting doesn't mean we're going to be anything." Anthony grinned meaningfully. "Trust me. She wants to be kissed." Sebastian sighed. "You know I'm not the type to do that." "I know, I know, but it's either that or lock you in a closet for seven minutes like the teen parties used to be." Sebastian laughed softly and took a sip of the alcohol that was mixed with some soft drink. Maybe he needed this burning in his throat today to finally have the courage to take the first step. His eyes scanned your body with arousal. The way you leaned against the bar, at the other side of the room, lost in your own thoughts. Not seeing how many men are staring at you just in this second.

In a chorus, the last ten digits of the countdown sounded. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. You couldn't see Sebastian anywhere, how could you possibly make it to him by one? Yourself. Five. Four. You went around in circles but there were just too many people. Three. Two. Oh, God.

Before the one sounded, warm hands closed around your cheeks and soft lips touched yours. Surprised, you let your eyes open and looked into the face you just wanted to see all evening. "Kiss me Y/N." He murmured against your lips and you gave in. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his. You didn't even notice the cheers and lights around you. The kiss felt so real. You felt everything. You almost lost your mind when you felt his tongue exploring your mouth. It felt like hours before you broke away from each other. "That was…" He began and you finished the sentence. "Wow." While he added "Long overdue." You both had to laugh and looked deep into each other's eyes afterwards. "Do you feel like getting out of here and maybe going somewhere else for a bite to eat or a coffee?" He scratched the back of his head and you nodded happily. "I'd love to."

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Secret Sex Tape

pairing: Tom Holland x Mackie!Reader

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(This is short but hopefully it’s sweet enough to your liking)

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“Nah man stay away from my niece, it’s weird” Anthony laughed taking a sip of beer around the table on set, watching Tom’s eyes follow Y/n around the set. Anthony luckily had gotten his niece an internship with the camera team on set, giving her the experience she needed for the career she oh so dearly wanted.

“Mate I didn’t even say anything” Tom whined, being teased for the hundredth time today, especially after Anthony found out about Tom's not so little crush on his niece, Y/n Mackie.

“Holland she’d never go for you, trust” Mackie laughed setting down his glass bottle, hearing his name being called from the set, leaving behind a smirking Holland who was now leaning back onto his seat before pushing himself up to stand up to walk towards his trailer

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“You took too long Tommy” Y/n whined tucking herself in more into Tom’s bed, nodding her head further into the soft plush cushion he had gotten specifically for her.

“Sorry babe, you know your uncle will literally kill me if he catches us, you know that right?”

Tom laughed watching Y/n pout, flipping up his side of the bed Tom slipped in beside her, pulling her body flush up against his.

“I’m naked Tommy bar my shorts” Y/n laughed throwing her arms around his neck, caging her legs around his waist to wrap herself around him like a koala.

“Mhm I know” He smirked pushing her chest against his even more, feeling her hardened nipples brush up against his chest, a satisfied smile coming up on his face. Y/n scoffed slightly, getting used to her boyfriend being such a perverted asshole, after all it’s already been 7 months.

“How long we gotta keep this secret” She whispered pulling the sheets over her and Tom’s head, her hands resting on the nape of his neck and playing with his unruly baby curls. His face hidden into the crook of her neck, inhaling her deep coconut scent,

“I dunno baby, i’m happy with what you wanna do, but just know your uncle will kill me” He chuckled moving one of his hands down to slip them under her velvet shorts, groping one of her cheeks in his hand almost like it was for his own comfort. Y/n leant down and kissed Tom’s forehead, rubbing his arm as he peppered soft kisses all over her chest lovingly; making sure to leave marks wherever he could.

“I-I wanna tell him Tom, I want to be able to go on actual dates with you and tell my family that you’re my boyfriend. I’m sick of sneaking around, even though it is exhilarating”

“Hmm alright if that’s what you want lovie, i’ll stand behind you on that. I dont even know why he’s so against it?” Tom huffed

“Baby he’s against every boy i’ve ever let him meet-“

“Hold on what boys? You told me I was your first proper boyfriend” Tom interrupted looking up at his girlfriend, absolutely awestruck by her beauty, “Well yeah you are, doesn’t mean he hasn’t met my guy friends”

Poking both of their heads out from under the covers, Y/n leaned forward and pushed her lips against Tom’s for a soft sensual kiss, his hands both going to settle on the backs of her thighs to pull her on top of him.

“H-hey babe, you know that uh movie we made? A few weeks ago? I was wonderin’ if you could send me a copy”

“You mean the sex tape?”

“Shush don’t say it so loudly, Mackie has the ears of an eagle” Tom scolded watching his girlfriend’s lips pull up into a teasing smile before falling into one of shock,

“what is it love?”

“T-the movie, it’s on the camera I lent to the Russo-“

“Fuck FUCK FUCK” Tom screamed rushing out of the bed, not even sparing a second glance as he ran towards the current set

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bisamwilson · 2 years

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my convenience store dream boy

sambucky | T | 7.9k | one shot | 5+1 | complete | ao3

a cap!sam/bodega owner!bucky au, written for @samtember2022 day 23: cake cake cake and @samwilsonbingo square N5: captain america (bingo #6!)

a wonderfully happy birthday to captain america himself, and the lovely anthony mackie! (why yes, i did get this in literally 15 minutes before midnight on the 24th in my timezone. technically not late!)

summary:

five times captain america sam wilson saved bodega owner bucky barnes, and one time bodega owner bucky barnes saved captain america sam wilson

excerpt:

“Do you think I’m gonna get to meet Hawkeye?” Kate asks excitedly, ignoring the throat-clearing cough from Clint. She looks over at Bucky. “Maybe you’ll get to meet Cap, Buck. He’ll fall in love with you like you always dream he does when you stare at the shirtless calendar he did that you somehow never seem to change from July of three years ago.”

It’s a lot harder for Bucky to ignore Clint’s laughter than it was for Kate to ignore his coughing. “I’m a busy man, Kate, keeping this place afloat. I don’t always have time to change the calendar or even buy new ones for the current year. Besides, I bought that calendar to help out homeless vets.”

The weight of the shelf is suddenly off of Bucky’s shoulders, and he looks up into the cutest gap-tooth smile he’s ever seen and two gorgeous brown eyes, pretty enough to make him just melt.

“I’m sure they appreciate your support,” Captain America says, setting the shelf back upright with ease. “If I do another calendar this year would you remember to buy one?”

Bucky tries for suave but his voice comes out a little too far on the side of squeaky. “It wouldn’t hurt.”

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#this might be the most eclectic moodboard i've ever made but i promise all of these things are relevant #mak writes #samtember2022 #samwilsonbingo #sambucky #onlysambucky #only sambucky #winterfalcon #buckysam #sambucky fic #sambucky fanfic #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky fic rec #sam wilson #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #mcu

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ok ok last one for the day.

katsuki and izuku midoriya are the hottest couple in pro hero hollywood. or they would be if they would stop fucking with people in public.

like yeah, they're everybody's dream guys, but instead seeing them as dreams, they're constantly prancing around being the japanese equivalents of martin freeman and anthony mackie.

reporter: so deku can you tell us why it took you so long to apprehend the vilain this morning?

deku: well we chased him so hard that he ate shit and after catching him me and kacchan spent 37 minutes and 43 seconds laughing in his face.

reporter: *so done with these fucking losers* thank you, deku. please keep doing your best.

deku: *literally smiling like a ray of light* of course!

bakugou: *just coming back from chatting with cops* did you tell the dude how that extra ate shit.

reporter, while deku and bakugou start dying laughing again: *tiredly* this has been the news.

i don’t necessarily ship them but this is funny LMAO

like separately— reporters and everyone in PR like them just fine. bakugou? he definitely had a colorful vocabulary, but hey, when reporters ask him the really interesting questions, he’ll deliver on the answers. (but ngl getting interesting questions from reporters are rare for bakugou since reporters kinda ask him the same (ex: you took down that villain today, yes? you were in top speed, did you break your record in villain takedowns?) but again i kinda don’t blame him that man is something else 😭 /lh)

as for izuku, he’s either a heaven sent or kind of a mess 💀 again, the reporters like him more than bakugou because of how nice and sunshine-y he is. it’s definitely a nice break from getting lambasted /hj

(at the same time, he’s so authentic it hurts 😨 and i mean it in the way that he’ll give a really detailed answer in such a short amount of time AND sometimes he’ll go off track but its okay because he’s the number 1 hero, right 😃 but it’s still kind of hell for reporters because they gotta think of a quick and witty response 😭 poor them sometimes 💀)

but put those two together 😭 romantically or platonically— they’d be every reporter’s (and also every pr employee’s) worse nightmare because 😭😭 they’re a mess together whether they realize it or not and even when they do realize it it kinda gets messier but hey! the memes

like there’s this one comic i saw of izuku giving a response in an interview and bakugou just runs into the frame and screams at him randomly— and izuku laughs, being alarmed 😭 (it was also based off an actual interview, though idk which one ☹️💀) and i think that’s pretty accurate. they’re so chaotic in media.

but this is absolute hell when they actually need to be professional and serious 💀 both of their pr teams are always this 🤏 close to just crying on the floor that one midsommar scene style every time they’re supposed to be giving a professional-yet-authentic response to reporters, and even press conferences because it’s almost impossible when those two are in the same frame istg

#this was just me on a tangent about bakudeku’s media presence LMAO #anyways i think i should make a post like this elaborating on this soon— and i’ll definitely add more characters 💀#like— a famous pro hero au post and its all about their media presence and how meme-y some of them would be #it has all of their previous teachers crying from stress /hj #ESPECIALLY all might and aizawa because they’ve expected this to happen but also wtf why can’t they be professional 😭#(they can be professional when needed though. they can rtr— its just.. kinda harder when they’re both in the same frame)#bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #🧠 — shotorozu’s brainrot #bakudeku #tagging bkdk because its mostly about them #mha bkdk #bkdk headcanons #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bakugou headcanons #deku headcanons #izuku headcanons #midoriya headcanons

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Minnie, my love 💖 I hope you are having a lovely week so far (and if not, then I hope it gets much better! 🌻)

For the "would you ever write" meme... would you ever write a silver fox Chris x Chelsea twink Sebastian fic???

Sending you oodles of love 💗💗💗

Tejjjjjjjj, my absolute angel!! I'm having a pretty decent week so far, thank you! I hope yours is much better than decent though, something more in the realm of splendiferous, perhaps? 💖💖

And OOOOHHHH my god. Would I ever???? I would write Silver Fox Chris x Chelsea Twink Seb in a heartbeat. Like, my hands are itching to start writing it right fucking now 😫 That is literally so tempting, I'm vibrating off the couch with excitement rn, ugh ugh ugh.

As it happens, I've been having an ongoing pre-sleep Evanstan fantasy recently that's similar to this? Imagine established actor Chris, much like he is irl but a little older, going to his actor pal Anthony Mackie's house for a 4th of July party and meeting slightly bratty twink Sebastian: the nephew of the guy who helped Mackie design his house, who tagged along to this party because hey, free booze and hot famous people! Of course Chris immediately spots Sebastian and asks Mackie, "Who's the kid?" and Mackie's like "Uh, I think his name is like Jonathan or something? Or no wait, Sebastian, I think. Why? *suspicious face*"

Chris is like, "Hm, no reason", even though he, in fact, definitely has a reason, and the reason is that this kid (who is still clearly of age, of course) is an absolute vision with his messy hair and his indecently low cut shirt and the bedroom eyes he's giving Chris from across the lawn... You know Seb would pull out all the stops to get Chris to come over and hit on him, from wrapping his mouth around his beer bottle and drinking while keeping eye contact, to tugging at his shirt to flash a bit of nipple...

Little does he know that Chris was gonna come over anyway and he's just waiting to see what else this kid will come up with, because he's highly entertained not to mention low key turned on by how obvious Sebastian is about wanting to get dicked the fuck down, preferably by Chris, and as soon as possible. Meanwhile Chris is very much enjoying making him wait a little, and already planning on teaching Seb a thing or two about delayed gratification...

Oh man I have many more thoughts about what happens next but I think I'll save them for now in case I'm actually writing this fic at some point because loooorddd do I want to 🥵

#TEJ you beautiful soul #thank you for this #I'm like #!!!#evanstan #rpf #ilyyyyyyyy #💞💞#ask games #minnie answers

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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 11 ~ His Favorite Mistake

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.4K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

After Chris’s testimony, the judge dismisses them for the day. Becca walks out with Robert, talking about tomorrow. Rick is fuming and goes up to them. “You lied!”

“Dad…”

“No Rebecca, you lied. You said nothing was going on. You said…”

“What I needed to say to protect him.”

Rick’s face is starting to become red with rage. “I told you, no football players.”

“I know.” Becca keeps her head up.

“And you just disregarded everything. You are ruining your future and Charlie’s because you decided…”

“To fall in love,” Rebecca cuts him off. “I fell in love with him Daddy. He makes me and Charlie very happy. Isn’t that great? Your daughter found a great man and fell in love.”

“No. The last time you fell in “love,” he left you with Charlie. Look at where we are now.”

“That’s not fair.” Becca choked back tears.

Chris had enough. He came up to Becca and Rick. “Mr. Rooney, please…”

“You. You are benched, Evans. I told you to stay away from my daughter.”

“You can’t do that, Dad. This isn’t his fault.”

“I don’t care. I can and I will make sure he is benched form now on. I don’t care what impact it has on the team. I told you,” he pointed at Chris, “that if you pursued this that I would end your career. You are finished here in Pittsburgh. You will dress and you will sit.”

Chris stood tall, his six-foot two-inch frame not bending. “Fine. Rebecca is worth it. Charlie is worth it. I will end my season with the Steelers and then I’ll put my degree to use to support Becca and Charlie. Because I love them with every fiber of my being.”

“Chris, wait…”

Chris turned to Becca and held her face. “You are worth it, Angel. Trust me.” He kissed her forehead and pulled her away from her father, leaving Rick standing there watching as the tears streamed down his daughter’s face.

Chris takes Becca home as Sebastian drives Becca’s car home. She hadn’t realized he was in the court room holding Lizzy’s hand. She held onto Chris’s hand the entire time, afraid if she let go, he would disappear. He should disappear after the way she treated him. But all he does is rub his thumb over her knuckles. When he gets to his house, she finally lets his hand go and he comes to open her door. He reaches in and pulls her into his arms. “I’m not going anywhere Angel. I told you, I’d find a way to get back to you.”

A fresh set of tears falls, and he picks her up and carries her to his home. Once inside, he sits her on the couch as he gets Dodger settled and make a couple of calls.

“Anthony, its Chris.”

Hey man. How did it go?

“She told the court she is in love with me. And then they hauled me up there.”

Shit, Chris, you didn’t.

“I did. I told them how much I love Charlie and Becca. She’s here now after her father went after her.”

How bad?

“I’m benched. I’m done here in Pittsburgh.”

Fuck. Chris, I told you. I told you to be careful.

“I don’t need the lecture, Mackie. I need help, ok? I need to take care of her and Charlie now.”

He can hear Anthony sigh before he says, what do you need?

“Can you have Scarlett grab some clothes for Becca as well as her laptop? Also, I don’t know where Charlie is but…”

Charlie is with Scarlett today.

“Ok, can you make sure Scarlett is ok with keeping her for tonight? We have to go back to court in the morning, but Becca just needs a moment.”

You got it. He falls silent for a moment. I’m gonna miss playing with you.

“Me too. But it’s what right. Mackie, this girl and her daughter is what I was missing in my life. I’ll still be there, just not playing. He’s making me dress and sit.”

That’s fucked up. What is Rooney thinking?

“He thinks its punishment. And it is… to the team. They don’t deserve this. For that, I’m sorry. But I will never regret choosing my girls.”

Chris hung up with Anthony and texted Seb and Lizzy. They took care of her car and that they were picking up something to eat for them. Chris took a moment. This was huge. He was changing his life but the reward, the reward of his family was worth it. He grabbed a couple of highball glasses and his scotch and took them back to the living room. Becca had laid down, her hands under her head. “Angel?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t what I wanted for you Chris. You are supposed to be great. The next Montana, the next Brees. This is all my fault.”

“No, Angel. It’s not. Hey, let’s just rest today, ok? It was a big day and I promise we’ll talk about it but not right now. Right now, I just want to hold you. Charlie is gonna stay with Scarlett tonight and Seb and Lizzy are bringing some food. Everything is going to be ok, I promise.”

She nodded as he lifted her head and sat with her head in his lap. He stroked her hair to calm her. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Shh Angel. Don’t think about it now. Just rest, my Angel.” He feels her settle and he eases a pillow under her. He gets ups, checks on Dodger before sitting at his piano. He hasn’t played in a while. But he feels the urge. He softly hits the keys.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help

Falling in love with you.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

If I can’t help

Falling in love with you

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling so it does

Some things are mean to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

But before he can sing the next line, a hand slides over his. And Becca sings its

For I can’t help, falling in love with you.

Chris stops and studies her. Her brown eyes, shiny with tears but mostly seeing the love and pain she had been feeling the last couple of week. He leans over and kisses her soft. Becca starts to pull away, but Chris hangs on to her. He turns on the bench and pulls her into his lap. He deepens the kiss more and she surrenders into him. He lifts her as he stands and walks them to his bedroom. He lays her down and hovers over her. “I missed you.”

Becca looks into his ocean blues. “God, I’ve missed you so much Chris.” She reaches to pull him onto her, needing his weight in comfort, kissing him on his neck.

He groans at the feeling. What he had been missing the last few weeks. They don’t really speak any more. They go slow, removing their clothes piece by piece, with kisses and soft touches. It wasn’t about dominance or speed. This was a couple in love who made their way back to each other.

As soon as he could, Chris thrusted into Becca, watching her head tilt back, a low moan slipping from her lips. A sound he thought he might never hear again. She wraps her small hands on his biceps, trying to ground herself. He pulls back slowly, and she whimpers at the loss of fullness. “Chris,” she whispers with the agony of pleasure that she though she lost.

“I’m right here love. Won’t let you leave again.” He pulls her leg over his hip and feels himself go deeper. He takes it slow, not wanting to ever end. He starts to feel his spine tingle, getting close and yet can also feel her pulsing. “I’ve always got you love. Its ok, let go.”

Becca released with a silent scream, with Chris following a few thrusts later. She boneless, unsure of how to continue. He cleans her up and pulls the covers over them, spooning her from behind. They sleep for a while, Chris only getting up to get the food from Sebastian.

The time for talk would be later. Right now, it was just the time for them to be reunited.

*~**~*

Morning came and Becca’s phone rang. “Hello?”

Becca its Robert. Have you left for the courthouse?

“No, I was just finishing getting ready.”

Ok good. Don’t. The judge just sent a message that he wants to think on this. We reconvene next week.

“Is this bad?”

I dunno to be honest. Becca, showing that Charlie has a support system in you and Chris was perfect. I can only hope that the judge just grants visitation and not custody.

“Me too. Thanks Robert.” Chris came in as Becca hung up. She looked at Chris, “we don’t have to go to court today. They rescheduled.”

“Oh. Ok, so what would you like to do?”

“Let’s go get our girl. She’s at school but we need her.”

Chris smiled. “Yes, yes we do. Our baby girl.” They held each other, acknowledging what they had been fighting for this whole time. Their little girl.

*~**~*

Probably the second biggest rivalry for the Steelers are the Baltimore Ravens. Having won their first meeting, the Steelers were confident they could take the Ravens on with home field advantage. Until the news hit the wire.

Chris Evans is benched by management.

Chris sat in the meeting room, facing forward, knowing every eye was on him as Coach Tomlin explained that Chris was benched, and it wasn’t for an injury. Coach invited Chris to speak to the team. He stood up and went to the front and faced his teammates. He bounced on the ball of his feet and rubbed his hands together to try and calm himself.

“Guys, I’m sure this is coming as a shock and I promise, this wasn’t my intention. I had to make some personal decisions and unfortunately, it now affects the team. I wish it didn’t. And I’m sorry it does but what I decided was more important than football.” He looked at Sebastian and Anthony, who nodded, reminding him that they were behind him. “I don’t want to talk about it right now but just know, I will be behind all of you until my time here in Pittsburgh is done.”

He went back to his seat as coach explained that Chris would be dressing but sitting on the bench. The team was dismissed but Chris stayed in his seat, waiting for the room to clear. Rick Rooney, Coach Tomlin, Coach Ben and Becca entered into the room. Becca went to stand with Chris.

“Alright,” Rick started, “since this is obviously still happening, my decision stands. You will dress Evans, let the cameras see you, the whole bit.”

“You are unbelievable,” Becca says. “Embarrassing a good man for loving your daughter.”

“Rebecca, I made it very clear…”

“I’ve had enough. You want to control me, so you don’t lose control of the team. You are ruining a good man because all you see is what Tom did. Well, I will not stand by that decision. Here,” she hands him an envelope. “I was going to do this at the office, but this place is as good as anywhere. This is effective as soon as the season ends.”

The men are shocked. “Becca…” Chris tries.

“No Chris. You made this sacrifice for me. This is the least I can do.” She glares at her father. “Are we done?”

Ben clears his throat. “I would like Chris to walk through all the plays with Josh just to make sure that we are on the same page.”

Rick nods, staring at his daughter, seeing the anger, the pain she was going through. “Ok, well, I think we are done for now.” Chris and Becca get up and leave without another word or look to Rick.

The game itself is brutal. Josh did his best to fill in Chris’s shoes, but the quarterback’s leadership is missing from the field. The Steelers were demolished in the game, being shut out in the first half and only a touchdown in the second. All Chris can do is watch. Watch as his team is beaten and it’s his fault. He hangs his head but doesn’t leave his seat until the game ends.

He sits at his locker, staring at his picture of his girls when Ben comes up to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a disappointment.”

“Is she really worth it?”

“Is Ashley?” Chris looks at him. “This is just a game, a job. I can do another job but there is no other Becca. I’ll take care of them. I wish it would be different. But Rooney warned me and still fell for the girl who took my heart the moment we met. I love her Ben and she loves me and even though she pushed me away to save me, I couldn’t let her do this alone.” Chris stood and shook Ben’s hand. “I’ll remember all my lessons Coach, where ever I end up.”

“This isn’t the end, Chris.”

“It is for me in Pittsburgh.” Chris grabbed his stuff to change.

Ben was pissed. His best player, someone whom he could grow into an outstanding, hall of fame worthy quarterback was now done because of some stupid vendetta. He storms up to Rick’s office. “You have to let it go.”

“What?”

“This thing about football players. You are letting the pain that Brady caused ruin not only your daughter’s life but the teams. He loves her. He loves your granddaughter. And a man who would sacrifice his dreams for the love of his life is a man who any father would want to have love their daughter.”

“I don’t want her to regret anything. She already regrets Brady.”

“But there is a difference between Chris and Brady. Chris was all in despite all of her flaws. He wanted her from the beginning. I saw it the first time I saw them together when they were barely friends. He made the effort to get to know her as friends. To love Charlie. This vendetta you have is only hurting your team, Rick. And if you haven’t realized yet, you are ruining your family as well.”

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Who should be the new lead of the MCU?

Ever since Avengers Endgame, the MCU has not had a clear protagonist. Whether you preferred Iron Man or Captain America, it was clear both held key roles in the larger narrative of the first three phases and in the Avengers in universe.

While it has been fun to see the various different sides of the Marvel Universe, at some point the lack of direction has made most of the stories feel disconnected and disjointed.

I propose it's time for one character to take the lead and become a central point in the story and more importantly, in the Avengers.

I want to run through some picks that are pitched and may come to mind, and why I think they aren't a good fit, and eventually get to my winner. But first, let's look back at what made the leaders of the Avengers good leads.

Tony Stark - Iron Man

What made Tony an interesting protagonist was how flawed he was compared to the heroes around him. His fear of the future often lead to impulsive decisions that manifested in villains, conflicts, and even the disbanding of the Avengers.

A protagonist with clear distinct flaws is something the MCU is currently lacking. Think of your favorite new phase 4 MCU character, what are their flaws? Because usually it's they go it alone, or they think only they can handle a fight.

While this isn't always the case, there are few that do the flawed hero better than Tony.

His flaws and mistakes often drove the plot of the entire MCU in big ways, so I want a character who decisions can have a similar impact.

Steve Rogers

Steve worked as a lead for the exact opposite reasons Tony worked. He had no flaws. Steve was the moral compass of the team, and the inspiration of the other heroes.

While there are a few heroes who I think can pull it off, maybe even better than Evans, no one has gotten the opportunity yet.

I think one of the benefits of Steve Rogers in the MCU was him being sort of baked into the Avengers/SHIELD. Because he had no other life, he became integrated into every Avengers story.

So a moral hero who is devoted to the life in the same way could help as well.

So let's start with some big hitters:

Peter Parker - The Spider-Man:

Seems like a no brainer right?

Spider-Man being the spiritual successor to iron Man in the MCU and Marvel's biggest character, it makes sense why he would be the new lead.

He is a flawed character who's mistakes often drive the plot. He is a moral compass to other heroes like Doctor Strange, and currently has no life outside of being a superhero due to the events of No Way Home.

And it doesn't hurt that he led the 3rd highest grossing MCU movie of all time.

So we're done right?

Well, no.

Due to Sony's presence and the overarching shadow that is SPUMC (Sony Pictures Universe of Marvel Characters), the threat of pulling Spider-Man can come any day. So having a lead that can be pulled from the universe at any moment doesn't seem wise.

Sorry Tom, next time.

Sam Wilson - Captain America

Speaking of successors, Sam Wilson is a beacon of hope.

While he has only had a little time as Captain America, Sam has exemplified Cap qualities for a while.

He was the moral compass to Steve and Bucky in the Captain America trilogy and Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

While he doesn't have any particular flaws, this worked for Steve, and I think it works for Sam.

My main concern is Anthony Mackie isn't a scene stealer in the same way Evans was. Hell, Steve has another partner with more of a fanbase in The Winter Solder.

While in universe Sam Wilson makes sense, and he should be the leader of The Avengers, I think we can do better for leads of the franchise.

Carol Danvers - Captain Marvel

Who better to lead than the inspiration for The Avengers themselves?

While Carol hasn't had much time in the MCU, she has definitely made an impact. Her movie made over a billion dollars, sparked a spin-off Secret Invasion series, and she played a pretty big role in the final battle in Endgame.

Her flaws are pretty obvious, she is cocky and powerful and believes she can take on any threat solo. While this hasn't been proven wrong yet, I'm sure this will come to a point in The Marvels where she needs to learn to be a part of a team.

My main reason against Carol, and several space heroes, is that they feel disconnected from the MCU. (This is also my way of saying if you thought Thor, Sersi, or Star-Lord were showing up on this list, they are not).

Carol is human, but has spent surprisingly little time defending earth.

We also haven't seen enough Carol where I feel she is the right person to lead. My tune my change after The Marvels, but for now, I'd say we're closing in our lead.

Stephen Strange - Doctor Strange

The (hopefully one day) Sorcerer Supreme has a lot of the qualities a good lead may need, especially for this phase of movies.

Doctor Strange has been a flawed hero, much like Tony, who has had to learn to outgrow his flaws and demons to become a better hero, but often falls short.

Strange has dreams of future mayhem, strong ties to multiple heroes and even has tangled with the multiverse, our next big world ending threat.

As the sworn protector of the Multiverse, and at one point the host of the time stone, Strange is set up nicely to be a threat to Kang.

Where Strange fails me is he feels too closely to what came before. The goatee, the smartest person in the room, the arrogance, this is just Tony 2.0.

While I think he will be crucial to the fight and probably the end of Secret Wars, I think Strange feels too much like echoes of what came before.

Scott Lang - Ant-Man

Scott Langs Ant-Man has been surprisingly crucial to the MCU narrative. He played a big (see what I did there) role in Civil War, was the catalyst that brought everyone back in Endgame, and has recently been the only hero to fight the new big bad, Kang the Conqueror.

Scott has become a fan favorite due to Rudds comedy and heart in the films. He has strong ties to the original Avengers, a direct connection the next villain of the phase, and has become a fan favorite.

But if there's anything the MCU has taught us about Scott Lang, he is much better suited as a team player than a main hero.

The movies where Rudd plays a part tend to be beloved and make money, but as a lead, his franchise is widely considered one of the worst. Like Strange, I think he is set up to play a big part, but should not be the lead.

At this point you may think that I have run out of options, or I never intended on picking a lead, as most actors/characters are likable but don't feel like they have that star quality/character combo we need.

But you are wrong.

Because there is only 1.

Kamala Khan - Ms. Marvel

Kamala Khan is a kid from New Jersey who is an Avengers Stan. This ties her close to all the New York battles and the Avengers.

Her main flaws come from youth much like Spider-Man. She has not been doing this a long time, but she wants to take on the world and be a hero like The Avengers.

While Ms. Marvel has not been around in the MCU for along time, she has become a huge character in comics, animated television, and even the lead of the Avengers video game.

Much like Captain America Kamala uses her hero persona Ms Marvel to inspire her friends, family, and community, which I hope continues on with Photon and Captain Marvel in the Marvels.

Having a young hero lead the Avengers would be a major shift, that leads to more young heroes stepping up, (maybe forming some sort of Champions or Young Avengers).

Most importantly, Iman Vellani is a ridiculously talented actress. Through her show Ms. Marvel, Iman showed heart, comedic timing, and basically carried the show. Imagine what she can do with The Avengers.

Having a young character who was inspired by heroes before, portrayed by a young actress inspired by Marvel and the MCU, playing one of Marvel's most iconic characters feels like an absolute slam dunk.

It honors what came before by creating something new.

Iman Vellani is the right actress, and Kamala Khan is the right character.

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Okay I’ve watched Ghosted and here are my thoughts!

(that nobody asked for 😅).

Disclaimer, this movie gets a pass because it reunited Chris and Sebastian (and Mackie) and because Chris is SO DARN PRETTY with that beard and fluffy hair. 🥵

Firstly I’ll start with what I wasn’t so keen on and get that out of the way:

( don’t go into this movie expecting high art, don’t think too deeply about anything on screen and you won’t be disappointed)

- Almost all the problems I had with the movie I attribute to the bad script and bad direction (Sorry Dexter and co 😬).

- Unfortunately the character Chris is playing is let down by the writing, at times he’s just an unlikeable character.

- I wish they could have found a better plot device to get him to London and involved with Sadie’s mission without resorting to him stalking her . I think it would have been better if Sadie and Cole had been kidnapped near the end of their first date and Cole was just dragged along for the ride (and just ditched the whole ‘Ghosted’ concept- the title didn’t really pay off anyway)

- They made Cole a walking red flag 🚩 basically

- And I’m sorry to all the fans of Chris and Ana together, but I just don’t see the chemistry that all the other characters are talking about. Note: if you keep telling the audience that they have chemistry and sexual tension it doesn’t make it more believable 🫣

- I know it’s a rom com, but at times it’s just really saccharine and cheesy, especially at the beginning.

- The wigs are terrible and very distracting at times 😅

- Overall I think the movie just takes itself too seriously, it would have been much funnier if they had gone down the route of being a spoof and satire.

Okay now onto the things I loved about this movie :

- Chris is unbelievably hot, he looks really good here and I can’t wait for all the talented people on tumblr to gif it to death

- I think Ana and Chris did the best with what they had to work with. I think they could have given much better performances if they had better material.

- I think Chris showed good comedic ability at different points throughout the movie (and with stronger direction would have been really good and consistently funny) I think he was plenty believable as a fish out of water, naive and slightly goofy, small town boy !

- Seeing Chris as a farmer really did things to me 😩 why does he look so hot in waders standing in water?? In a beekeepers outfit ??? Seriously this man can make anything look hot 🥵

- I thought the actress who played his sister was really good 😊

And the main event !

Drum roll 🥁 we got a SEBASTIAN CAMEO !!!

The movie is at its best when they aren’t taking themselves too seriously - that’s why the part with John, Seb and Anthony is personally my favourite part.

Seeing Sebastian back on screen with Chris, looking like a stucky AU was like fanfiction come to life (that’s why this movie gets a pass regardless of messy plot holes 😂) . I don’t know what else to say that hasn’t already been said, but it just makes me so happy 😁

Seb proved again that he’s good at the comedy schtick! (I really hope his action-comedy movie happens now🤞🏼) and he also looked sexy as hell with the tousled hair and bangs. They both are truly too beautiful for their own good, on screen together they are powerful and overwhelming (that’s why he had to die so quickly 😉) PLEASE release behind the scenes of this!!! Dexter, I know I called your directing crappy, but pretty please 🥺

Also wtf was the Ryan Reynolds cameo?? It wasn’t even funny and completely unnecessary

#ghosted spoilers #ghosted #chris evans #ana de armas #sebastian stan #dexter fletcher #evanstan #anthony mackie #stucky #movie review #ghosted movie #cole turner

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Introduction to "He is mine"

I don’t own any names used in this story and the idea is based on a Yandere concepts

All characters are 18 or older

18+ DNI if you are lower the age of 18

MR (M/N): Male reader or Male name

Henry and M/N have been friends since Freshman year of high school, you come to terms with your feelings with him but Henry manages to catch the eye of a number of people. During a 10 week period during Senior year M/N is getting rid of his rivals in hopes of finally being able to confess to Henry about his true feelings.

Characters

Alba Baptista: MR, Sebastian and Anthony's adopted mother, seems very calm and wants to prepare her children for anything in the world. Heart over the moon with their father. Leaves the United States for personal reasons leaving her children home alone for 10 weeks.

Chris Evans: Adopted Father of MR, Sebastian and Anthony, seems to always give his children what they want and cares for their well being, heart over the moon with their mother. Leaves the United States for personal reasons leaving his children home alone for 10 weeks.

Anthony Mackie: Your adopted brother who cares for your happiness and excellent with computers and programs

Sebastian Stan: Your other adopted brother.

Pedro Pascal: Classmate/Friend

Robert Downey Jr: Son of the leading cooperation “Downey Enterprise”, seems to want to be preparing more on taking over the company than studying. He is MR source of information/items/and schemes

Guidance Counselor Angela Bassett: runs it with a firm hand but is willing to give some wiggle room for the right thing

Principle Samuel L Jackson: A very nervous man, seems to be afraid/cautious of MR and his siblings

Student Council Members: All for some reason been told to keep on eye on MR and his siblings

Rivals

Amy Adams: Henry’s childhood best friend, who clearly has feelings for him

Gal Gadot: Henry’s partner in a school project, and she is falling for him.

Ben Affleck: Jock, a part of the football team, the typical Jock in the closet

Tom Hardy: Part of the photography club, seems to have a gentle nature

Brie Larson: The example of an excellent student, straight A’s and perfect attendance and high academic integrity, it would be sad if all of that came crashing down.

Scarlett Johansson: Member of the gardening club, very intense person and isn’t afraid to speak her mind

Simu Liu: Wants to become a model when he grows up, has the looks and personality and Henry has caught his eye, it would be shameful if someone would ruin his dream.

Chris Hemsworth: Not in any clubs, but is the most popular guy at school with a high reputation.

Ryan Gosling: The boy next door, with his looks any woman or man would want him, sadly even Henry.

Zoe Saldana: The daughter of a notorious detective from the 80s-90s who is currently out of town for “business”, seems suspicious of MR and always has her guard up. Leader of the Journalism club

#henry cavill x male reader #x male reader #male reader

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saucy-sassy-sparkly · 2 years

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Flight 1311: 2

Continuing to figure out Tumblr :)

Chris Evans x Harriet (OFC). This is very lightly edited from the original post on AO3. Italics indicate Harriet's memories, thoughts, daydreams...

Part One

Harriet was grading papers and sitting in the family lounge with a lukewarm cup of coffee when Emily’s favorite nurse, Marissa, approached and sat down across from her. Emily had gone down for some tests and labs and was now resting while Harriet tried to work.

“Hey,” Marissa began with a huge grin; they’d spent so much time together in all of Emily’s hospital stays, they felt more like friends. “Do you think Em is up for visitors today?”

Harriet laughed, “you’re the medical professional, you tell me.”

Marissa nodded, “she’s three days post-op and medically, she’s fine for visitors. She doesn’t want to miss these visitors, Harriet.”

Harriet put down her pen and took a sip of coffee, making a face, “who’s coming?”

She leaned across the table dramatically, “Marvel actors.”

“Shut up.”

Marissa nodded vigorously, “I know, she’s going to freak out.”

“We’ve never had Marvel before,” Harriet grinned, “She’ll be so excited. Do we know who?”

“You know the drill. They don’t tell us in advance in case there are conflicts. No one wants to be the guy who broke a sick kid’s heart. They’re apparently in the building already meeting the important money people and then will be around to visit the kids.”

Harriet gathered her papers and wandered back to Emily’s room, debating about telling her the news. She text Dan as well, knowing he’d be equally excited and could probably scoot over for a quick meet and greet. When she got in the room, Emily was eating applesauce and wearing her Captain America helmet. “Who told you?” Harriet asked, dropping her bag near the window and stealing the toast off Emily’s tray.

“One of the nurses,” Emily shrugged. “Do you think he’ll be here?”

Harriet shrugged, thinking about her brief encounter in LAX with the “he” Emily meant.

She’d boarded the plane and taken the 2A seat, still dumbstruck at her luck. She was certain he’d fill a different first-class seat but eventually, he passed her on his way back to coach. Harriet had fallen all over herself to thank him and offer to switch back, but he shook his head adamantly, his face getting serious, “You need this more than I do tonight. I don’t know what’s going on in your world, but you’ve got important things to get home to. Enjoy it.”

She’d slept soundly the whole flight (after the complimentary champagne) and seen Chris again at baggage claim. He looked tired and rumpled… and handsome… and she’d put a hand on his shoulder. He jumped at the touch before turning to see her and asking about the flight. She thanked him-- again-- and they fell into conversation while they waited for bags. His arrived first and he snatched it up, turning to her. “Good luck, Harriet,” and he’d hugged her without a second thought. His embrace was warm and comforting, but she pulled away, feeling indecent and worried about cameras around.

“Let’s hope he’s here,” Harriet responded, “I wonder if they’ll be in costume or dressed normally.”

“I hope it’s uniform,” Emily said dreamily; Harriet couldn’t help but laugh at the enormous crush Emily had on Chris Evans. They passed the time speculating and giggling, and eventually, Marissa came flying into the room.

“They’re finishing up with Tommy right now. You’re the last room!”

Anthony Mackie was the first in the room, boisterous and kind, approaching Emily directly and immediately laughing with her. Sebastian Stan was in the hallway, signing something for a nurse before he too was in the room, ribbing Emily for her Captain America helmet and making her laugh.

Marissa, who’d made her way over to stand next to Harriet, gasped quietly and tugged on Harriet’s arm when the last man entered the room. In a grey shirt, jeans, and sneakers, Harriet wasn’t sure if Marissa’s reaction was to Chris’s clearly handsome appearance or if it was excitement for Emily. Emily’s face was stretched out in shock; Harriet was glad she had her phone filming the experience. Emily burst into tears when Chris reached out and asked to hug her.

Harriet let the four of them interact for a few moments before she interrupted, “Em, you want a picture?”

Emily, unable to form words, nodded vigorously and the three actors crowded around her bed where Emily, still in her helmet, sat like a queen and grinned at the camera. Through the screen, Harriet saw recognition cross Chris’s face when he looked at her, but neither of them acknowledged the moment. The men spent almost 10 more minutes in the room, introducing themselves to Harriet and Marissa, chatting and laughing with most of their attention on Emily. Harriet’s phone vibrated in her hands:

Danny: are they still there? I’m parking. Stall them!!!

Harriet: Still here, but think it’s wrapping up. I took lots of pictures

Danny: NOT ENOUGH

Harriet laughed to herself and closed the conversation as Emily said, “I wish my dad was here. He’d be so excited.”

“He’s actually parking right now,” Harriet said, but hurriedly added, “But I’m sure these guys are pretty busy, Em. We’ll show him the pictures.” The three men apologized for not staying longer and started to say goodbye. Emily beckoned Harriet to her bedside to flip through pictures and Marissa fell into conversation with Chris on the way out. He glanced over his shoulder; Harriet offered a small smile and half-wave before turning her attention back to Emily.

Chris followed Anthony and Sebastian back to meet with some of the coordinators, thanking them for the visit and stopping for more photos along the way. He hesitated as they started towards the parking lot and finally stopped the other men. “I’m gonna run back up and meet that dad. I think it’d be special for that little girl.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “it has nothing to do with thinking the mom is hot?”

“What? No way,” Chris objected, a blush creeping up his face.

“You stared at her every second you weren’t talking to the kid,” Anthony added with a grin.

Chris shook his head, “I just think it’d be nice. Emily seemed really sad we couldn’t meet her dad and he’s got to be up there by now. It’s been 30 minutes since we left them and he was parking.”

The other men shrugged and waved him off when Chris headed back to the elevators, quickly making his way back to Emily’s room. He wasn’t sure what he was doing; he mostly just wanted to acknowledge Harriet with more than just a wave. The cocky part of him also wanted to be a hero, even if she wasn’t available, he’d leave an impression on both Emily and Harriet for coming back.

“Mr. Evans,” Marissa, the chatty nurse, looked up in surprise, “We weren’t expecting you back. Is everything okay?”

He nodded, “Did Emily’s dad make it up here? I thought I’d pop my head in before I go home.”

Marissa made a face Chris was used to; the one that filled with immediate admiration and attraction, “yes, Dan is back there. I’ll walk you back.”

They entered Emily’s room and Marissa called, “knock knock, look who I found!”

Emily squealed in surprise and the father launched off the side of the bed, his hand extended, extolling to Chris what an honor it was to meet him. Harriet wasn’t in the room and disappointment filled Chris, but he kept his composure and chatted a few more minutes before asking Marissa to take a picture with both the father, Dan, and Emily.

“Well,” Chris said after ten minutes of visiting, “I was still in the building, and I thought it’d be a nice surprise for you guys. I’m gonna go home and play with Dodger now,” he said with a wink towards Emily, who’d asked to look at pictures of Dodger this visit.

“Dad,” Emily said, “Doesn’t Dodger kind of look like Dolly?”

“Who’s Dolly?” Chris asked.

“Aunt Harry’s dog, Dolly. That’s why she’s not here anymore, she went home to be with Dolly.”

“Aunt Harry?” Chris glanced from Dan to Emily; he tried to control his facial expression.

Dan nodded, “my sister, Harriet. She was here earlier, and you actually met her earlier this week. You upgraded her seat on that really delayed flight from LAX.”

“WHAT,” Emily exclaimed, “She met him already?” Her face was immediately covered in a blush when Chris looked at her.

“She’s your sister?”

He looked at Dan, who nodded, before adding, “she was really impressed with that gesture, I’m surprised she didn’t say anything when you were here earlier.”

Chris nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, “It was nothing, she was clearly tired and stressed, I was happy to give her a break.”

Emily was fuming on the bed, grumbling about Harriet having already met Chris and not telling her. Dan rolled his eyes at his daughter, “Em, say goodbye to Mr. Evans, we’ve taken enough of his time.” Chris hugged her one last time before Dan followed him out into the hallway.

“Thanks for coming back up, that was really kind,” Dan said, walking with Chris towards the elevators. “But I have a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t just to be kind.”

Chris shook his head, “just doing something nice for fans. I was still in the building anyway.”

“You looked pretty excited when you heard Harry was my sister and not my wife,” Dan laughed, “You hid it pretty quickly, but I saw the spark.”

Chris dropped his head feeling slightly cornered and embarrassed. He jammed the down arrow of the elevators several times in rapid succession. They stood in uncomfortable silence for several seconds, neither sure how to recover.

“I’m really grateful you came back up. My kid is over the moon, once she gets over her aunt’s betrayal, and I have a really good story to tell at work tomorrow.” Dan held out his hand to Chris, who shook it and forced himself to make eye contact. “And you’re not the first person to confuse us for a couple. It’s a long story and a weird situation but she’s determined that Emily needed a constant feminine presence in her life. I’m really grateful she’s around to help.” Chris nodded, not sure what to add. “I don’t know if you’re interested, but I’ll give you her number as a peace offering for making you so uncomfortable right now,” Dan laughed lightly and Chris joined him.

“Get out your phone, I’ll airdrop you her contact info,” Dan pulled his own phone out and started to click through screens before looking up at Chris, “only if you promise to call her. I can’t kick your ass myself, but I’m still her big brother and will find someone who can.”

Chris smiled, “I’ll call.”

#chris evans fanfic #chris evans x ofc #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans x original female character

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2022 in movies

In 2022, I had decided to challenge myself to watch 365 movies in one year. I didn't succeed, but I did watch 215 and had a lot of fun with it! I watched many things that I would've never watched otherwise and I discovered that on most days it was very easy to squeeze in a movie. The loss of 2 hours simply made me more efficient!

I'll try this challenge again, but not this year as I'll be busy enough as it is. In the meantime, here are the 43 movies worth mentioning out of all 215.

The ones I couldn't find a category for

Glass Onion (2022). Do I even need to talk about this one?

Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (1967). Even forgetting the historical importance of this movie, it's a good movie. I really enjoy that kind of acting and dialogue.

Locked Down (2021). A couple during lockdown in the UK. It perfectly encapsulates that time and the shift in everyone's perception of what life is and how to live it. It won't go the way you are expecting.

Blood Red Sky (2021). Do you like action movies? Do you like plot twists? Yes??? Then go watch this movie without reading the summary first!!!!!

Strictly Ballroom (1992). All those sparkles.

Love stories

Romantic love

The Decoy Bride (2011). David Tenant is supposed to be getting married to a famous actress but the paparazzi won't leave them alone! So they hire Kelly MacDonald to wear the wedding dress and fool them. It is admittedly a bit boring at the beginning, but the ending is everything.

Splash (1984). Tom Hanks meets a mermaid. HUGE "I love my wife" energy.

What If? (2013). A philosophical take on the friends-to-lovers trope. Loved it.

What’s Your Number? (2011). This one is a hilarious romcom + it has an incredible cast! It stars: Chris Evans (as male lead), Chris Pratt, Zachary Quinto, Andy Samberg and Anthony Mackie. I mean, how??? All of them in the same movie??? How ever did all the planets and the fates align?

Sabrina (1995). The second version, not the one with Audrey Hepburn. It's worth watching just to see Harrison Ford shooting at TVs.

Screwball comedies

Romcoms are out, screwballs are in. My biggest discovery in films for the year.

Bachelor Mother (1939). I LOVE GINGER ROGERS. That's it, that's the whole review. Ginger Rogers is mistaken for the mother of an abandoned newborn. She protests but changes her mind once her handsome boss offers her a stable job so she can support the baby. I'm going to rewatch it every year from now until the day I die.

The Major and the Minor (1942). I LOVE GINGER ROGERS. Ginger Rogers pretends to be a 14-year-old because she can't afford an adult-priced train ticket. A kind soldier takes her under his wing for the trip.

Bluebeard's Eighth Wife (1938). Don't go read what this one is about, just watch it. If you appreciate how cute Gary Cooper is in this one (like moi), I also recommend Ball of Fire (1941).

Easy Living (1937). Jean Arthur gets mistaken for the mistress of a Wall Street giant. Young women messing with rich families in screwball comedies is everything to me.

Other kinds of love (platonic, familial, you name it)

Together Together (2021). Best movie of the year, hands down. About the (completely platonic) relationship between a man who wants to become a father and the woman who becomes his surrogate.

Baby Boom (1987). Diane Keaton as a successful business woman that gets suddenly handed a baby after her long-lost cousin dies.

Turner & Hooch (1989). A possibly OCD Tom Hanks gets a misbehaving dog. There is also a murder investigation going but that's not that important.

Musicals

West Side Story (1961). I've watched both versions and the first one is just better, sorry. It's a great movie if you can make it through the 10 minutes of snapping fingers at the beginning.

Anything Goes (2021). This one is not a movie but a pro-shot of actual musical production. About a group of individuals on a cruise ship (to England?) in the '20s. Sutton Foster is amazing and the production is gorgeous.

Cyrano (2022). I actually watched this in the cinemas. Look, it's from the same director as Pride and Prejudice 2005 and I've had the entire score stuck in my head ever since I saw it, what more do you want? Also, it's set in France but was shot in Sicily, haha.

Period movies

Last Night in Soho (2021). Well, kind of a period movie. A modern-day girl starts getting terrifying visions about the girl who lived in her room during the '60s.

Dunkirk (2017). 1940, on the coast of France, thousands of British soldiers are awaiting evacuation. I cried so hard that my mom came into the room to ask me if I was alright.

The Importance of Being Earnest (2002). What I wouldn't give to see this play in a theatre? I really want to watch more Rupert Everett being a silly British gentleman.

An Education (2009). A British teen in the '60s starts a relationship with an older man with a shady life.

The Queen (2006). Queen Elizabeth's life in the immediate aftermath of Princess Diana's death.

Mixtape (2021). An orphaned teen's search for her parents through discovering the music they loved. It's set in 1999 and has very similar vibes to Turning Red (2022).

Animated movies

Turning Red (2022). Fun and different and the whole ridiculous discourse surrounding it when it came out was just a plus, really.

Whisper of the Heart (1995). My new Ghibli fave. It feels like peace.

Encanto (2021). It deserved that Oscar so much.

Superhero movies

Wonder Woman 1984 (2020). I understand why everyone is upset at this movie, mistakes were made, but it was also an entertaining, enjoyable movie. So??? I don't know. RIP Wonder Woman 3.

The Amazing Spiderman 2 (2012). Frankly the best Spiderman movie out of all the pre-Tom Holland ones (which I watched in preparation for No Way Home) (you will notice that there is not one MCU movie on this list)

Rewatches

Love Among The Ruins (1975). This is one of my favourite movies of all time. It stars an older Katherine Hepburn and Lawrence Olivier. It's a legal drama set in England in the 1910s with big "I love my wife" energy.

Barbie, The Princess and the Pauper (2004). Admittedly, I'm biased. I watched this so many times as a child, in Italian. This was my first time watching it as an adult (and in English) and I must say that I had missed a lot of bits of the plot. Also, as a child, I loved the Princess but now I identify better with the Pauper, #charactergrowth.

Legally Blonde (2001). I watched this years ago and found Elle annoying. But now I realize that it was the internalized misogyny inside of me talking. Now I adore this movie! If you had a similar first experience, it might be worth a rewatch (hello, I literally based this studyblr blog on this movie)

Notting Hill (1999). I had found this one boring the first time around, but admittedly I had watched the first hour, stopped, and then watched the second months later so that kind of ruined everything. It's a very cute movie. The last scene alone makes it worth it.

Documentaries

Our Father (2022). This was so disturbing. About sperm-donor-conceived babies (now adults) discovering that the sperm used to conceive them was not whose they thought it was.

Four Hours at the Capital (2021). About the insurrection at the U.S. Capitol on January 6, 2021.

The Tinder Swindler (2022). About a man scamming women on Tinder. This was such a wild ride and apparently he is still at it in 2023.

White Hot (2022). Rise and fall of the brand Abercrombie & Fitch.

Coded Bias (2020). How AI & databases are set to discriminate against minorities.

Jane (2017). About Jane Goodall's life story. In case you didn't know, that's the woman who went to live among chimpanzees in 1960, revolutionizing the field. They use plenty of old footage by Hugo van Lawick (her ex-husband & one of the best nature photographers ever) and they are so stunning and peaceful to watch.

Miss Americana (2020). I am, indeed, a Swiftie.

Mercury 13 (2018). Ever wondered why there were no female astronauts in the first Apollo missions? Watch this documentary and find out.

Well, that was long. Leave a comment if you've read till here, I'm curious how many will actually do it.

#2022 in movies #movies in 2022 #movie review #movie recommendation

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