request: “can i request an angsty fic/blurb with chris please where him and the reader are slowly beginning lose the spark in their relationship and become more distant as time goes on? maybe their friends and family around them realise it but not them?” - anonymous
word count: 2.2k
warnings: unprotected sex, smut, praise kink, oral ( f receiving), masturbation for like a split second, dirty talk, angst, swearing, minors DNI
You headed towards the front door when you heard the door bell ring again. You weaved in and out of the people and eventually made it to the door. You opened it and welcomed in more guests.
Your husband, Chris, had recently won an Academy Award for a movie he starred in. So, you decided to throw a party to celebrate his success. You hadn’t even seen Chris all night, you were too busy being a hostess.
You leaned against the back of the door, sighing as you finally had five seconds to yourself. One of your closest friends, Katherine, walked over to you with two glasses of wine.
“You look like you could use this.” She said, handing you a glass. You nodded while accepting the drink. “I think everyone is here, let’s go talk. You need a break anyway.” She told you, heading towards your back porch. You followed her outside, and you both took a seat on the chairs you had set out.
“So, how have you been? I feel like I’ve been so busy that I haven’t seen you in ages.” You said, turning to face her. She took a sip of her wine. “I’ve been really good. How have you and Chris been?” She asked, with a cautious expression.
You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard her question. “Chris and I are fine. Wait why? Why wouldn’t be fine?” You asked her. She clearly knew something, but you didn’t know what it was.
“I was just asking.” She lied. You just stared back at her. “Bullshit. You’re my best friend, I know when you’re lying. Just tell me what you meant. Did Chris do something that I don’t know about?” You asked her.
She placed her hand on top of yours before she answered you. “No, nothing like that. I’m just worried about the two of you. I’m not trying to stress you out. I’m just concerted. I remember when you both started dating. It impossible for you to keep your hands off each other. You guys have been together for six years, and you never really got out of the honeymoon phase. But recently, you both just seem distant.” She told you.
You didn’t know what to say. You were simply speechless. You sat there in silence as you processed what she told you. “Do you think he doesn’t love me anymore?” You asked, your voice breaking.
Her eyes went wide. “No, no, no, honey. That’s not what I meant at all. It’s just weird seeing you both not all lovey dovey. I thought maybe something had happened. I wanted to be here for if you both got in a fight or something. If nothing happened, then you’re fine. All couples go through rough spots. Everything will be fine.” She told you, pulling you into a hug.
For the rest of the night, it was all you could think about. You were notorious for overthinking, but this was next level. You had thinking about every aspect of your relationship with Chris. You couldn’t even remember the last time he kissed you. Above all, you didn’t know how you hadn’t noticed until Katherine brought it up.
Your eyes landed on Chris, on the other side of the room. He was telling one of his friends a story with a giant smile on his face. “You alright, honey?” Someone asked you. You turned around and saw Chris’ mom, Lisa.
You were holding back tears at this point. You pursed your lips, trying desperately not to cry. Her expression softened instantly, and she pulled you into a hug.
“Can I ask you a question?” You asked her. She nodded her head, holding your hands in hers. Lisa was family to you, and you went to her for advice often.
“Do you think Chris still loves me?” You asked her, not able to look her in the eyes. She felt every emotion you were feeling from the heartbroken expression on your face. “Did something happen?” She asked you, softly.
You shook your head. “We’ve just been really distant. I’m just worried about it. I really don’t want him to fall out of love with me. Maybe I haven’t been good at showing it recently, but he is my everything.” You said, wiping away the rouge tear that rolled down your cheek.
“If I know one thing, it’s that my son loves you more than anything in the world. Maybe you’ve both been busy, but he still loves you. But I’m assuming you came to me because you were wondering what to do?” She asked you. You nodded your head, truly looking to her for support. “Talk to him. Maybe not right now, but talk to him tonight. Tell him how you’ve been feeling. You both can work this out. You both are so strong and you love each so much.” She told you, pulling you in for a final hug.
You thanked her for the advice before going to talk to one of your friends. You felt more optimistic about your relationship, and you were looking forward to a chance to talk to Chris alone.
After everyone left, you and Chris focused on cleaning up all the food and trash from the party. Neither one of you said a word, but it was first time you both had done something together in weeks. It was refreshing. Afterwards, you both walked to your bedroom to get ready for bed.
You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking off your jewelry. You weren’t really focusing on what you were doing. Your mind was somewhere else. You were trying to make sure you knew what you wanted to say to Chris.
You were so zoned out that you didn’t see him appear in the doorway of the bathroom. “Hi,” he said, softly. He knew you were zoned out, and he didn’t want to scare you.
You turned to face him and saw him standing there in a t-shirt and sweatpants. “My mom told me that you talked to her.” He said with a sadness in his tone.
You just nodded your head, giving him a weak smile. “What did I do?” He asked you, his volume barely above a whisper. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What are you talking about?” You asked.
“My mom said you thought I didn’t love you anymore. That is my worst nightmare. What did I do to make you feel like that?” He asked, his voice breaking. You could see all of the emotion in his eyes. “It wasn’t something you did. We both have just been distant recently, don’t you think? When was the last time that we spent time together or the last time we kissed? I can’t even remember…” you responded.
“How do we fix this?” He asked, as he looked down at the floor. You had been wondering the same thing. You reached out to hold his hands. “I don’t know,” your voice cracked as you said it.
He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you against him. You balled up his t-shirt in your hands, while you both stood there in silence. “I don’t know what to do, but I know I want to work to fix this. I don’t want to give up. I love you.” You told him. He pressed a kiss against your temple.
“I love you too. I could never give up on us. How about once a week we have dinner? Just the two of us, no distractions.” He suggested. It was certainly a start. “I would like that.” You said, looking up into his eyes.
He brushed some of your hair out of your face. “Sweetheart, let me make love to you. Let me prove how much I love you. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten to show you how beautiful you are.” He said, placing kisses up and down your neck.
You leaned your head to the side, giving him more access. His name fell effortlessly from your lips as his hands grabbed your ass through your jeans.
“Make love to me, Chris.” You begged him. His sweatpants started to feel tight just from you begging for him. It had been a while since you both had had sex. Neither one of you had realized how much you needed each other.
He grabbed at the back of your thighs, lifting you up off the ground. He attached his lips to yours as he walked into your bedroom. It felt like your first time again. It was electric.
He laid you down on the bed, crawling on top of you. He kissed you, kissed you hard. You could already feel yourself throbbing, and Chris had barely done anything yet. His fingers swiftly moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head.
A groan fell from his lips as he laid eyes on your breasts. “I’ve missed being this close with you, sweetheart.” He told you, before unclipping your bra. He laid a trail of kisses down the valley between your breasts.
Your eyes fluttered closed as he moved to take off your jeans. He pulled the denim down your legs, eventually tossing them to the side. You opened your eyes for a moment and saw Chris’ face between your legs. It was enough for you to whimper. He was so close to where you needed him.
“I’m going, baby. I promise.” He said, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them off of you. You could feel his warm breath against your folds. “Need you so bad,” you mumbled, squirming as you waited for him to touch you.
Then, he placed a kiss right on your clit. He moved on to licking harsh stripes through your folds. Whimpers and moans fell from your lips as he buried his face between your legs.
“So good,” you said, breathlessly. You reached down and wrapped your fingers in his hair. Your hips bucked against his face. The sounds coming from his mouth only turned you on more.
He hummed against your clit, causing you to call out his name. “Chris, ohh— more,” you begged him. He changed between sucking on your clit and drawing figure eights with his tongue.
You started to arch your back against the bed. You knew you were close. Your toes began to curl as you waited for your orgasm. “I’m gonna— fuck,” you called out, as you came on his face. He lapped up all your arousal before coming up to kiss you. “That feel good, honey?” He asked you, moving your hair out of your face.
You just nodded as you caught your breath. Your eyes were still closed as you tried to recover from your orgasm. Chris stood up and quickly got rid of his clothes. You heard a groan from him that made you open your eyes.
You saw him kneeling on the bed, jerking himself off. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed. You felt a pit forming in your stomach. “I’m thinking about you, sweetheart. Thinking about how good you feel wrapped around me.” He told you. A whimper escaped your legs as you rubbed your legs together.
You got up on your knees, facing him. You pulled his hand away from his cock. His eyes shot open. You pushed him, so he was sitting with his back against the headboard.
“Say it again.” You told him. He smirked, knowing the effect that his words had on you. “I was thinking about your pretty pussy, sweetheart. I was thinking about how good it feels when I’m deep inside you.” He told you, earning a moan from you.
You rested your hands on his shoulders. He leaned in and buried his face in your neck, softly sucking on the skin. As he did that, you lined yourself up and slid down onto his cock.
He threw his head back, multiple profanities falling from his lips. “So tight, honey. It’s been too long since I stretched you out.” He said, grabbing your hips. You pulled away and then sank back down onto him. He used his tight grip on your hips to effortlessly lift you up and down.
Each time it felt like he reached deeper inside of you. “You get yourself off on my cock, sweetheart. I need to play with these gorgeous tits.” He said, grabbing both of your breasts that were bouncing as you thrusted onto him.
Both of you were moaning freely. It had been so long since you both had had sex, that you both were almost ready to cum already. You could feel the tightening in your stomach.
“I love you, you know that right?” Chris said, grabbing your hips and helping you as your thrusts started to falter. “I love you too, so much.” Your voice came out airy and breathless.
With that, you both fell over the edge, your bodies collapsing against each other. “I love you.” He repeated, pressing kisses to your sweaty forehead.
“I’m sorry that I let us get so distant. I’ve missed you, and not just the sex even though that was amazing.” You told him, laughing softly. He chuckled and kissed you softly. “You’re right. That was amazing.” He said, before getting up to grab a washcloth.
He cleaned you both up and then got into bed beside you. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am to be your husband?” He asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.
“I’d say just as lucky as I am to be your wife.” You told him, as you snuggled into his side.
okay so since florence is in NY rn with zach i had an idea
florence runs into the reader and it’s all kinda awkward/cute cause their relationship was never official or really got to anyone but they both knew that they were in love each other.
and they probably make plans to go out to dinner or for some coffee or just a walk and zach gets jealous about it. (ofc not making him a bad person, ik he’s a good guy, it would be just for the sake of the story)
p.s: sorry if this idea sucks 🥲
A/n: This idea is amazing! But I think my writing get pretty shit in this one so I'm really sorry 😬 but (maybe) enjoy!
Ship: Florence Pugh x Reader
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You and Florence had always had this chemistry and charisma between the two of you. You had met on the set of a movie you were filming together and since then you’d been inseparable. You could bounce off of each other in interviews and your acting was perfect when in a scene together. It was as if you made each other a better person. It didn’t take long for you to move into a house together in London and those were some of the best years of your life. That chemistry soon turned to a romance between the two of you. Nothing was official or released to the press but rumours of a relationship began to spread like a wildfire through the public. There were fan accounts dedicated to you both, fanfiction about you, people editing secret glances and smirks between you.
You weren’t sure how but soon after, Florence moved out and to America. The texts became less frequent, calling went from once every other day to maybe every month until you lost all contact with one another. It didn’t particularly hurt you because you knew that it sometimes went like that but you wish it hadn’t gone like that between the two of you. It took you a while to process this too, once you realised it was happening of course, but afterwards you never really thought about it too much.
Until, as fate would have it, you were forced to think about it again when you saw that sweet, joyful face on the street in New York. Before you knew it, you had crossed the road and walked up to her, waving your hand high.
“Florence! How’ve you been?” you shouted. Her face seemed to light up when she saw you. Heat rose in her cheeks as you drew attention to yourselves.
“Hey, Y/n. Jeez, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” she smiled.
“It really has. I haven’t seen you since, well, since you moved out I guess…” you feared that the awkward silence would come along, so you quickly changed the subject, “So! How’ve you been doing?”
“I’ve been good, I’ve been good. Well, I can afford an apartment in New York so there’s a start!” she laughed before continuing, “I’ve got myself a boyfriend too, we live there together and my career seems to be going pretty well, to be honest. I’m feeling good. Really good.”
You felt guilty for feeling jealous but you still did anyway. You weren’t jealous of her success, no. You were jealous of her boyfriend. It pained you to see her so happy without you. And you wanted to be happy for her, you really did! But you couldn’t.
“It’s been so good seeing you again after so long but I need to dash off. I promised I’d be home before 6 for dinner but maybe you could join us? Of course, if you have plans then that’s fine I just-” Florence said before you interrupted.
“I’d love to!” you responded without hesitation.
On the way to the apartment, you decided to take the prettiest route you knew. You showed her the hidden gems of New York until you arrived at the building. It was much more elegant than you had expected, with gold coating the edges of the gate and the clean white marble accents on the main building. It was perfect.
Flo walked you up to her apartment and as you came in you smelt one of the warmest, tastiest smells you could remember. It brought you back to Sunday’s when you and Florence were living together and she would have her usual roast. The highlight of your week was the roast potatoes with carrots, peas, Yorkshire puddings and the crisp, brown chicken for the two of you.
But the sound of a male voice snapped you back to reality. Her boyfriend, of course. He must have been following the recipe she always did but you knew it wouldn’t taste the same. Luckily, you seemed to arrive just as he was setting the table.
“Hey, sweetie! And hey…?” he paused, waiting for you to tell him your name.
“Y/n. My name’s Y/n,” you finished his sentence.
“You know Y/n, I’ve talked about her tons,” Florence added. Heat rose in your cheeks as you realised she never forgot about you.
“Well, you’ve come at the perfect time. I was just finishing up so if you both take a seat I’ll bring through everything and we can start eating,” you nodded in agreement and sat down.
“So, what’ve you been up to, Y/n?” she asked while laying her napkin on her lap.
“Ooh, well, I’ve been in a few plays in The West End and recently started working on a movie which brought me over here. It’s been quite hectic but in a good way, I guess. I’ve seen that you’ve been busy! I loved Little Women and Midsommar but I haven’t watched Black Widow yet, I meant to back at home.” you said.
“Thank you so much, it really means a lot to me that you enjoyed them. Really,” she replied with complete sincerity. You looked in each other’s eyes and you admired the hazel colour, it always had a way of calming you down and giving you this feeling of euphoria.
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This may be too early to call but...best MCU villain:
1) The complexity of this character. Never have I felt so conflicted over a villain since even though you know he’s a bad man, you just feel sorry for him.
2) The movie did the “romance redeemed the villain” trope, but effectively.
3) His fall from grace was well-done. You just feel he’s making the wrong choices, such as putting the ten rings back on again, breaking his promise to leave the warlord life. At the same time, you completely understand why he’s making these choices.
4) Everything about this character was so human. Tony Leung really brought in a certain sadness with Wenwu, that you could feel his anguish and grief even as he commits acts of violence. Since Tony’s made a career out of playing complicated men dealing with loneliness, this comes as no surprise.
5) The final showdown between Wenwu and Shang-Chi was enough to put this movie in my top 5. The way that Simu Liu and Tony Leung kept switching from rage to despair, from wanting to kill each other to hoping the other will stand down because there’s still love there...that’s what really made this movie work. They really nailed the dynamic of a father and son reluctantly battling each other, both wanting to win but not wanting to seriously hurt the other.
I’m sorry Killmonger...you’re still amazing, but I gotta give the Best MCU Villain crown to Wenwu/The Mandarin.
request: “hi! can you write seb x reader going on a cute picnic date to watch the sunset together????” - anonymous (i wrote this as a part two of marry me, as requested by @sarahivi )
word count: 1.3k
warnings: overwhelming amount of fluff, and a pinch of swearing
“Wow,” was all Sebastian could say as you opened the front door. He took in every detail of your outfit. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” He said, grabbing your hand and spinning you around.
“You don’t look too bad either” you said, placing your hands on his shoulders. You could see the blush on his cheeks as you complimented him. “I am the fucking luckiest guy in the world right now.” He said, kissing your cheek.
You immediately noticed the picnic basket that he was hiding behind his back. “So, what’s that?” You asked. He moved the basket in front of him. “This is our date. I know this great place where we are going to go and watch the sunset.” He told you.
You felt your heart swell. You had never had a guy put that much thought into a date before. “Do you always put this much effort into dates?” You asked him as you closed your front door behind you. He chuckled to himself. “When it’s a date with the girl I’ve been crushing on for years.” He told you, looking down at his shoes.
“You seem nervous, c’mere.” You told him. With eyes full of confusion, he took a step towards you. You cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him. It a short and simple kiss. “You feel better now?” You asked, smirking.
“Nope, I might be more nervous now. God, you’re amazing.” He said, blushing. You giggled to yourself before interlacing your fingers with his. You both walked to his secret picnic location.
Sebastian reached out to grab your hand, keeping you from tripping as you both walked down the dirt path. Eventually you got to a clearing that overlooked Los Angeles.
Your jaw dropped, just from the view. “It’s so beautiful here.” You said, in awe. Sebastian finally let out a sigh of relief when he realized you liked the location he picked. He’d been a nervous wreck all day, hoping you would like it.
He began to set up a blanket for the picnic while you admired the view. “Ta-da,” he said, when he had finished setting up. You turned around and were once again in awe. He had set up a blanket and set out the food.
“It’s amazing.” You complimented, stepping towards him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your forehead. “I’m really glad you like it.” He said, smiling.
You both sat down on the blanket, and he poured you both a glass of wine. You clinked your glasses together once he handed it to you. “Here’s to first dates.” You said, simply.
“And hopefully many more dates to follow,” he added before taking a sip of his wine. He told you about the food he had prepared. He had a bunch of different kinds of cheese and crackers and fruits. “This view really is gorgeous.” You said, watching at the sun set behind the hills.
You glanced over at Sebastian and saw a lovestruck look in his eyes as he stared right back at you. “Don’t you dare make a comment about how the view right next to you is prettier or anything like that.” You stopped him, before he could say anything cheesy.
He held his hands up in surrender. “You don’t know that I was going to say that.” He lied, unconvincingly. You raised your eyebrows at him. “So, you weren’t going to say that?” You asked him.
“No, I definitely was.” He admitted, chuckling to himself. You grabbed a slice of cheese of the tray. You hummed to yourself, loving the sweet flavor. “You have to try this.” You said, your eyes lighting up. You fed him a piece of the cheese, with a giddy smile on your face.
He nodded his head as he chewed. “Yep, that’s really good.” He agreed. You both took turns feeding each different snacks, which turned into you both trying to catch grapes in your mouth.
“How are you so good at this? You haven’t missed once.” You asked, giggling. He just shrugged his shoulders as he caught yet another grape that you tossed to him. “C’mon. You can catch this one, I believe in you.” He said, grabbing another grape.
You gave him a thumbs up, telling him you were ready. He tossed the grape, and you finally caught it. Your hands shot up in the air, and a giant smile spread across your face. “See, I told you that you could do it.” He said, smiling.
You put your hand up to give him a high five. He shook his head, instead cupping your face and giving you a kiss.
After you both finished eating the food, you helped Sebastian pack up the trays and wine glasses. You laid back on the blanket, sighing contently. “So, good date so far?” He asked, lying down next to you.
“Mhm,” You hummed, simply. You took in the serenity of the moment. You were lying next to a gorgeous, sweet man and looking up at the stars, could life get anymore perfect?
“Oh, look. It’s the Big Dipper.” He said, pointing towards the stars. You turned to look over at him in shock. “You didn’t strike me as a space guy.” You told him, honestly.
He chuckled to himself. “I was a nerd in high school.” He told you. You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you. “Show me where it is.” You said, quietly.
He pointed back at the stars. “To the left of those four stars that are close together.” He whispered. You couldn’t help but smile as he told you about the stars. He seemed really passionate about it. “Oh, I see it now.” You said, happily.
You glanced over at Sebastian. You couldn’t help but admire his features. You propped yourself up on your elbows. “What’re you doing?” He asked you, as you cupped his face with one of your hands.
“Shhh,” you whispered. You leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft and gentle against yours. You could feel him smile against the kiss, and one of his hands moved to hold your waist. “Can you stop smiling so I can kiss you?” You teased him.
He chuckled before mumbling “I’ll try.”
You leaned in to kiss him again. His hand snaked down to your thigh, tugging at your leg so you were straddling him. His hands held onto your hips, while you ran your fingers through his hair.
“God, you’re wonderful.” He mumbled against your lips. You both pulled apart to breathe. Sebastian glanced over at his watch and realized what time it was. “Fuck, it’s late. We should get going.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Not yet, I just want to enjoy this moment with you.” You said, resting your head on his chest. He smiled down at you. “I wish I could stay here forever with you.” He whispered, running his hand up and down your back.
“Yeah, that would be really nice.” You said, smiling. Eventually, you had to head home, even though you just wanted to lay under the stars with him forever.
You both walked up to your front door. “Sebastian, I really had an amazing time tonight.” You told him, letting your arms wrap around his neck. He held onto your waist. “I had a really great time too.” He told you, as you began twirling his hair around your fingers. He leaned in, kissing your lips softly.
You kissed him back, pulling him closer to you. When you both pulled away, you rested your forehead against his. “I don’t normally do this on the first date, but would you like to come inside? No expectations, just a cup of coffee?” You suggested.
“That sounds perfect.” He said, pecking your lips again as you led him inside.
“I would call Sebastian to get rid of a body. I’ve called him for much worse things and he’s shown up.”
- Anthony Mackie about Sebastian Stan
“There is a big, big soft side behind that mountain. And I've seen it—I've seen it sometimes, it comes out."
- Sebastian Stan about Anthony Mackie
Hello there! 🥺 I was wondering if I could put in a request for the flufftober?? I was thinking day 30 (fall asleep in my lap) with Florence Pugh and her gf. And maybe the gf has a small child from a previous relationship and Florence volunteers to watch the kid and it’s just fluff of her, her gf and the child? 🥺
A/n: This literally made me smile while I wrote it so I hope it does the same for you! Also, I'd like to remind everyone that you can still send in requests for flufftober, even if it isn't the right day or even the same month. But... enjoy!
When you had your daughter you knew it would be tiring but not exhausting. You couldn’t remember the last time you went to sleep for longer than 15 minutes, you barely had time to eat, your daughter couldn’t be left alone for even 5 minutes without crying, it was so much effort. One person that helped you through it though, was your girlfriend, Florence, and her constant support.
If you called her, Florence would be at your door as soon as she could with anything you asked for. She understood that it was a difficult situation and offered to help out with the baby whenever necessary. One night, you called her over for a movie as a ‘thank you’ of sorts. You bought everything and had everything prepared, the baby was asleep, this night could be perfect.
Flo arrived at around 7:30 with some of her own snacks to add to the mix. There were cushions and blankets and duvets covering the sofa, drawing you into the comfort. There were bowls of sweets and chocolate and popcorn, it had everything and anything you would want to eat. And lying there right in the middle of it all was the person she loved the most: you.
Despite the possibility of this being a perfect night, you looked a mess but were determined to enjoy tonight. Florence sat down next to you and cuddled under the blanket.
“You ready? You look a bit tired, we can do this another night if you want to?” she gave you a worried look.
“No, no. It’ll be good, I’m fine.” you smiled while looking up at her.
“If you say so… but nudge if you can’t ok?”
You nodded and played the movie.
Within 30 minutes of it, you had already passed out from exhaustion. Florence noticed this when you were no longer doing grabby hands for the popcorn. She did a content sigh and rested her head on yours but of course, this moment of peace had to be broken by the baby crying. She knew it would be unfair of her to wake you up just to put your daughter back to sleep.
As soon as she picked up the baby, the crying stopped. There was calm again. She looked down to that sweet chubby face she knew so well and felt truly carefree. You must have woken up when she went to get the baby because when Florence sat down, you kissed her hand and said.
“My two favourite girls, together.”
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female + actors of color: we’re getting attacked over the internet simply for existing and being a minority.
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chris pratt: i lost in a ‘which is the best chris’ poll, which probably is because i’m an open supporter of a bigoted church and potentially of donald trump, but i’m upset by it and as a grown white man, someone should coddle me 🥺