#mcu actor!reader

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Off Script

Actress!Wanda x Reader

For @lifespectator and @aloneodi

You couldn’t believe it. First big time film project and you were teamed up with your celebrity crush, the world famous Wanda Maximoff.

It was a smaller indie project but Wanda always loved to do them after a blockbuster. It kept her grounded in her mind. And here she was about to work with you.

You somehow got thru the chemistry tests with her without completely falling to pieces in your presence. It was only later that you found out that she personally voted for you to be her love interest in the movie.

First day of filming and you were having jitters. You felt your script shaking in your hands.

“First day jitters,” a kind and lovey voice spoke to you. You turned to find Wanda giving you a friendly smile. “I still get those too. Especially on films im so excited about”

“You do such a wonderful job at hiding them.”

She giggles, “don’t worry it’ll pass. You got this Y/N. See you for scene 28” she gives a wink and walks off to join her assistant.

Scene 28? How could you forget? The first scene on the first day of filming and it’s the big scene where your character and hers admit their star crossed feelings for one another. You were supposed to then pick her up and set her on the kitchen counter before being interrupted.

Your hands were gonna be in her waist. She was supposed to be panting according to the script. The only woman you’ve ever crushed on and this was the scene?

Well the first few takes were a disaster. The director wasn’t furious but more frustrated. “This is not align with my vision!” The director whined before moving from the set to his trailer to think.

“I’m a screw up” you sigh. Wanda places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“It’s not easy. Building a sense of intimacy with a total stranger.”

“But you and Vis do so great on—“

“We hung out before the cameras even rolled” she shrugs. “Come on. I think our director’s gonna be gone for awhile”

Wanda takes your hand and leads you to her trailer. Her trailer, a mishmash of her guitar, some old TV show DVDs and her laptop. She takes a seat on the couch and pats the space next to her. You take a seat.

Your favorite actress stares at you like a girl who invited to her crush up to her bedroom. You could feel your own heart pounding out of your chest.

“Ask me anything.” She says, “anything to break the ice.”

“Favorite food?”

“My momma’s paprikesh. Old family recipe. Favorite show?”

You were tempted to say hers, “uhh…Dick Van Dyke season two”

“Nice choice. Also my favorite” she giggles, “if you weren’t acting what would you do?”

“Writing.” You answer, “I just love it. And you?”

“I honestly don’t know.” She takes a deep breath, “maybe gardening…or maybe writing a children’s book”

“Got anyone special?” Your question makes Wanda’s cheeks burn red with embarrassment.

“No. I know what the press says about me and Vis but there’s nothing there.” She smiles at you, “and you?”

“No. I-I’ve been so nervous about working with you. You’re like so cool and amazing and beautiful.” You wanted to slap yourself for saying it aloud.

“You think I’m beautiful?” She smiles at you. As if on instinct, you nod. “I-I have to admit, I was nervous about today too.”

“The great Wanda Maximoff? nervous?”

“I couldn’t tell you at the audition but…I-I thought you cute.”

You could practically feel your heart stop. This had to be some last second before death kind of dream.

Wanda gets up on her knees. “Mind if I try something?”

“Sure. What?” She wraps her arms around your neck.

“Chemistry test…detka” she leans in, your arms wrap around her waist. She kisses you. First gently and then a little quicker and then a little more desperate. She pulls back and looks you in the eye.

“Perfect” she whispers before kissing you again. “You’re perfect”

It was perfect. It was everything you dreamed of. Wanda was in your arms, her legs wrapped around your waist, kissing you. Her lips were like the sweetest candy. You never wanted it to end.

A knock at the trailer door breaks you apart. “Ms Maximoff? You and Y/N are needed on set. Everything alright?” The A.D. asks.

“Yeah. Y/N and I were…practicing for the scene.” She blushes.

“Need you both on set in five.” The A.D. says before leaving.

“To be continued?” You ask a little hopeful.

“I can’t wait for us to practice Scene 75,” Wanda gives you a wink before pulling you out the door. She pulls you close and whispers, “later…detka”

Wanda Maximoff, you’d want no one else for a screen partner…and maybe just for a partner in general. The paparazzi is gonna have a field day with this.

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[xblackreader]

jose tenoch huerta meija + alejandro livinalli

#black panther #marvel #attuma #namor #tenoch whoretas #tenoch huerta #alex livinalli #attuma of talokan #namor of talokan #mcu #actors #latinx #latino #indigenous #x black reader #black women #my venezuelan bad boy turned sweetheart #Alex is so cute #literally the cutest huge wall of a man on earth #besides Winston 🥺

[k-writer17]

The Hiddlestons

Seen out for a walk today and weren’t shy with the PDA.

The way they look at each other makes me believe in love 🥰🥰

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⋆ ― ◜week of celebs◝ ― ⋆

DAY TWO: chris evans x reader

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• summary: chris makes fun of your failed dates but when you finally find a good match as you say, events turn into something else than you plan. | wc: 2.7k | tags&warnings: misunderstanding, flirting, touching, kissing, friends to lovers, platonic, no use of y/n, fluff, angst, sadness, using of alcohol and more in the story, enjoy!

It wasn’t a secret that you had a great relationship with Chris since you knew each other from childhood and you were one of the closest people to him, supporting his decisions in life and being there even when he didn’t ask for it and like you did, Chris always stood beside your side, putting a smile on your face when you needed most and he liked to be sure that you were okay.

However, his emotional side would be gone whenever he saw a chance to tease you and laugh to your face when you become mad at him or what he said, so, when you went to his house after a failed date, again and again – nothing surprising, he sure had his own time, making jokes about it.

“C’mon sweetheart, we knew it was going to end like this yes but I certainly did not expect you to spit the water at the man’s face!” He laughed so loud that you began to punch him on the arm but it was nothing to him, especially when he built his body for the role of famous Captain fucking America. However, even when you were angry, you liked to touch him, it was making you see how close you two were, trusting that you wouldn’t hurt him in any way and he wouldn’t hurt you as well. 

When he run a little, escaping from your punches, you said with an angry voice, “But he said liked to be fucked and asked me to fuck him!” You closed your eyes for a second to calm yourself down, “You should not be joking about it because it made me sad.” You sit down on the couch, looking at the black screen of the TV and seeing your pathetic self in the reflection of the screen, making you throw your head back with a loud ‘puff’ sound, “Why do those kinds of people always find me?” You questioned, angry but a little sadness started to take over you. “I don’t know. Maybe – maybe I am not suitable for a relationship.” You added.

Chris who stopped laughing and saw you being sad, sat down on the couch beside you, making you fall to the right side a little because of his weight – oh, you thought, the man is full of muscle, isn’t he? And how you would stay calm down when he was so close and so far away?

“Your relationship with me is fine doll.” He said, smiling like he was the representative of the sun on Earth. Maybe he was, you thought, he was the sun for you, it was a fact you could never say aloud.

Rolling your eyes, you tried to tease him because it was getting hot and you didn’t like it even a bit. “I meant romantically, you dumbass.”

Getting up from the couch after your phone rang, you looked at Chris who looked like he wanted to say something more but couldn’t because he knew you had to go to work. Instead of saying more, he stayed still, looking at your eyes with his blue eyes that you would like to see every day and night because they gave you a feeling of peace and love. Yes, it was another fact you couldn’t tell aloud. However, the tingles on your fingertips were going up and up and it was making you shiver. You wanted to touch him and before your mind could make an understanding of that desire of yours, your hand moved without your control, holding Chris’ chin and caressing it, giving both your and his body electricity without knowing it. You couldn’t hear Chris’ unstable heartbeats because yours were so loud that you were afraid that he could sense it too.

“Don’t worry, I will be fine.” You ensured him after seeing his eyes with sparkles on them, meaning he was worried about you. Smiling, you put a kiss on his cheek and played with his blonde hair, making it messier. Then, you straightened yourself, looked at your watch, and said goodbye to Chris and without waiting for his answer, you left the house because if you had stayed more, you would kiss him fecklessly like there would not be any tomorrow.

However, you didn’t know the effects of your touch on Chris who stayed on the couch for another fifteen minutes, fingers on the place you kissed him, dreaming about you.

   “Chris!” You shouted, wondering where Chris was in the house. Looking everywhere on the first floor, you guessed he was in his room, chilling and probably playing some games, Dodger staying on his side and looking so cute. 

With that idea and thanks to having a very fun night, you rushed upstairs, staying right in front of the door and knocking on it. You sure had lots of nights with Chris in whom you would even sleep in the same bed, seeing him in every situation you can – except one of course; the one you wanted to see him most and feeling a heavy guilt about it. However, you respected your own privacies; so, you waited for him to say it was okay to come.

“Come doll!” He shouted from the other side of the door.

When you opened the door happily, you heard various noises coming from the TV that stayed on your left side. Also, Chris was wearing a white shirt with black shorts, leaving so much of his skin visible to the eyes, and Dodger was sleeping on the bed beside him.

It was a beautiful sight to see, so, before you made your way to them, you took a picture of them – which would be the thousandth picture of Chris in your gallery. Chris, on the other hand, didn’t mind it at all, already got used to it because he was doing the same for you.

Smiling wider, you sat down beside Chris, leaning to the headboard as Chris did, legs extended to the bed. Chris who was still playing a game you didn’t know – probably something new, put his head on your shoulder, making your heartbeats change their rhythm because of closeness and feeling hit warm breaths on your shoulder and chest. 

“What you are so happy about?” He questioned after some silent time you shared for a moment.

You chuckled, “Why? Can’t I be happy – just like that?”

He looked at your face for a moment before answering, “Of course not, doll, I want you to be happy all the time.” You certainly had some tickles – cute ones on your skin,

Shrugging your shoulders as possible as you can, you said, “Well, I am happy because finally, I really had a very good date tonight.”

It felt like time slowed down after you finished your sentence; all noises coming from outside, Chris’ head on your shoulders became like a stone, his hands on the console arm stopped for a second but the game kept moving, and even the wind coming from the half-open window hit your faces as Chris looked up, at your face for a certain time – some sparkles you never saw before on his blue eyes like it meant something but the knowledge of them was not accessible on your mind due to seeing them for the first time, before turning to the TV like nothing happened and it was your imagination.

He didn’t say anything for a while, still, head on your shoulder but feeling a bit heavier than before. You couldn’t tell what was going on with him and you began to fear that he was mad at you for a reason you didn’t know and he wouldn’t tell so easily – apparently.

“Chris –“ You said with a low tone. “Are you okay?”

He nodded but from the way he took backs his head from your shoulder, getting up from the other side of the bed, you guessed he wasn’t okay.

“Hey, where are you going?” You asked when he left the door. With a curious expression on your face, you followed him until you two reached the kitchen. Seeing him picking up a beer, opening it, and without even having it in a glass, he began to drink it fast. Contrary to his unstable and incomprehensible behavior, you stay calm, waiting for him to say something but instead of saying something, he took another two bottles, goes to the sitting room, and pays no attention to you at all.

Your unanswered questions of asking what is wrong were lost in the air like bubbles, and with each one, your heart breaks too. You didn’t like this version of Chris for sure; who is silent and distant. He was so distant that you began to feel lonely and a bit angry.

So, with odd emotions, you began to feel, you went to the sitting room, standing on the right side of the couch while Chris was watching a basketball match, drinking beer.

“Chris,” You said once again, sadness visible through the tone of your broken voice “Did I do something wrong?” You asked and he stayed silent, taking another gulp from the beer. Feeling irritated, you changed your position to stay right in front of him, blocking his view. “Say something to me damn it! I don’t like when you stay all silent like this –“ You took a deep breath, hands on the waist for support to stay strong, “I feel lonely.”

This sudden admission caught his attention, making him look at your face for a second with an unreadable expression on his face. He was making you feel lonely but with the look he was giving, you realized he was feeling the same. You knew Chris so well now that you could make meaning of his simple gestures even though they were so complex for others. However, this time, you weren’t so sure that you understood him fully but you knew he was sad like you were.

But why, you asked yourself before giving him a hand which he refused to take, turning to the TV after saying, “It isn’t my intention. Maybe you feel lonely because you already missed that date of yours.”

When your hand stayed frozen in the air, your mind was trying to understand him – what he said just now. He was angry, from the sound of him, you realized it well. Also, he was annoyed – annoyed with your – date? 

You asked yourself whether it was the right one you guessed about his annoyance and madness. But what else he should be furious about, you asked, none. 

So, it hit you right on the face: they said when you were about to die, life would flash before your eyes, seeing every moment you had from birth to that day but they never said when you found out your crush – the one your heart belonged would hint that they loved you back, all the memories you had with them would repeat on your mind for a mere moment that you would see – you would realize that he loved you from the start, from the moment you didn’t notice but felt.

With rising happiness that crush all the sadness to a void, making them disappear completely, you smiled – you smiled wider than before, and from the corner of your eyes, you would swear you saw the life-changing from the gloomy colors to lighted ones.

Chris, who saw your smile, got it wrong, thinking that you imagined your date in front of him after his speech, he got up, towering over your body with his massive one, seeming angrier than before and making you want to laugh in pure joy with knowing the reason behind his madness.

“If he made you feel this happy, maybe, you should go back to him and say how he made you happy.” 

He turned to the kitchen, ready to leave, but stopped in his trial when you said, “Where are you going?” You asked, and he looked so confused, staying still to hear more. Instead of talking first, your body moved before your mouth, hand reaching his wide shoulders, staying on the built skin that you loved to touch when you began to speak – standing so close to Chris enough to make him freeze. 

“How can I say how much he is making me happy if he doesn’t listen to me and goes to the kitchen?”

You watched how he looked confused at first, then comprehended your words, and finally understood the true meaning of them; it was the first way you used to tell him that you loved him and he was so shocked. You chuckled, joy flowing in your veins. 

You put your right palm on his right cheek, feeling his beard tickling your skin with a funny feeling. It wasn’t the first time you were this close to him – you always found a way to feel his skin under yours but now it meant different because both he and you knew the truth; you two fell for each other long ago.

“Yes, Mr. Evans,” You said, a playful tone in your voice thanks to feeling high since you were having great happiness, affection, and love. “Cat got your tongue?”

He shook his head as your fingers caressed his well-built chest and cheek, looking at his blue eyes that give you the same effect as a drug but it was the truth that no drug would make you this high that only his presence was knowledgeable for your brain, mind, and heart. 

“You are saying that,” He asked, taking some friction and putting his hands on your waist, giving you a sudden blow inside, “You like me?”

You chuckled, hitting his nose with yours, “No, dumbass, I don’t like you.” You looked at his eyes, “I love you.”

It took some time for to Chris take another action after your biggest confession of the night; then, his warm lips founds yours like they were the only source of life in a desert. Finally, you thought, finally, his lips you carved every second of your life were on yours, kissing them so passionately and rough that he was taking the air from your lugs, sweeping off your feet, making you dizzy in love.

Was it the start of the time you are loved by the man you wanted to be loved from?

Yes, it was. His lips on yours, his hands on your back that began to travel freely, knowing that you liked it as well as he did, and his hot breaths hitting your face; they meant to love – the love you asked for and Chris replied with. You loved him and he loved you and it was the fucking happiest day of your life.

When you broke the kiss after having no air in your lungs, you saw new sparkles finding their places in Chris’ eyes, reflecting yours, giving fireworks to you.

With loud breath takings, you let Chris’ hands hug you from behind, making your breasts hit his chest – the closest position you shared so far, and he put his head on your shoulder after you hugged him from the neck and back as possible as you can to take his closer.

“I love you too.” He said, “I love you so much.”

Smiling widely, you and Chris stayed there for some time, letting peaceful silence calm down your souls mixed with love.

Then, suddenly, Chris looked at your face after getting away a little, a question mark on his face. “Who was your date anyway?” 

You avoid his gazes, “Well,” you began, “It was –“ 

“It?!”

“A cat.”

“A what?!”

Laughing at his reaction, you continued, “Yes handsome, it was a cat and his name was Terry. My date with him was so good because – well, he listen to every word I said about you.”

Chris stayed silent, then, he chuckled to himself, and shaking his head, he said, “I didn’t know I was fighting against a cat to win your heart!”

“Oh, you can not fight with him!” You said, laughing, “You would lose.”

Rolling his eyes playfully, Chris held you from your back and legs to lift you in the air. You shouted lowly at his sudden movement but when you saw a mischievous look on his face with a smirk, you asked with curiosity, “What are you thinking?”

“Oh it is nothing,” He said, going upstairs, “I just thinking about the punishments you will receive.”

“For what?” You questioned but excitement already started to take over your body.

“Oh, for lots of things doll,” He kissed your nose, “But firstly, because of saying Terry will win the war.”

Chuckling, you said, “But he will!”

“We will see about that honey.”

The end. 🍨

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[daisybell17]

Protecting You — Loki

Warnings: abusive & manipulative relationship, toxic relationship, abuse, physical violence, mentions of drinking, swearing, mentions of death, this fic mentions abuse in relationships so read with caution, and of course do NOT read if topics such as these make you uncomfortable or offended

WK: 4070 - Long fic ahead!

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Asgard is known to hold some of the greatest theatre plays in all the nine realms, Midgard being their current competitor in the industry. Nonetheless, you never stopped your passion to be an actor. So when your agent contacted you about a role in an Asgardian performance, you couldn’t pass this opportunity.

Loki, Prince of Asgard, too shared this passion in the art of acting and theatre. Performing since he was just a child, his talented ability to capture audiences and his co-stars never failed, making him a world or shall I say, realm class celebrity.

Thus on the first Monday of rehearsals, you had met not only your idol but your partner in the lead role.

“H-Hi! My name is Y/N…I’m from M-Midgard and h-honestly, all this still s-seems unreal to me…b-ut! It’s an honour to meet you Mr. Laufeyson!” For as awkward as the first meeting was, Loki chuckled at your response and shook your hand.

“Well it is lovely to meet you Y/N, and please, please! Call me Loki” His eyes seemingly piercing your own. God he knew you were gorgeous on the stage, but seeing you in person and this up close? you were the most incredible being he’s ever met

Your mind was running laps as you shook his hand. Loki Laufeyson was your co-star. You were performing on Asgard. This is a dream come true!

“Ok then! Loki…I look forward to these next couple months working alongside you. I’ve heard nothing but amazing things about the Prince of Asgard and the talent he brings to the stage…And I might be coming off too strong here but I am a bit of a fangirl myself when it comes to your work”

“Really now?! Well I could only thank you for watching my work, I truly love all this and just hope to bring my best foot onstage” Loki was grinning like an idiot, keeping his composure as you two conversed

“And you hit the spot every time! Your take on some Midgardian performances left me speechless! The Asgaridan version of Hamilton was one I didn’t expect much from and yet it delivered perfectly!” Loki couldn’t hold back his laughter and smiles as you praised his work. He found himself blushing a little at your words, dazzled by the praise you were feeding him.

“You are truly too kind darling, I’m just glad to bring some of Midgaridan works here to Asgard, the theatre Midgard has is more my style as compared to what majority of Asgardians like…gods this is why this play is a big leap for us, but I have seen your works in the romance side and I am certain we can execute this perfectly”

Your eyes lit up as he said this…Loki has seen your work?! More specifically your romantic trope stories?! You were speechless

“You have?! Wow! I am…You have no idea how much that means to me! I have to admit that this sounds like an ego boost but I do consider them my best performances”

“Nothing wrong about being proud of your best works and darling you put on quite a show! Most shows here on Asgard are focused around war, politics, kingdoms and royalty so a little romance here and there surely brings out the humanity in me”

You had smiled as his response, and you two continued on with your conversation, getting to know one another and the passion you shared for theatre. As the day went on, you both went over your lines, practicing the timing, the emotion, delivery and much more. It was obvious to you both that It’s as if these roles were made for you both. A forbidden love story between god and woman, both finding their own ways in this world together, all the while they were ridiculed by the universe. You loved your role, you loved your co-stars, you loved sharing the stage alongside the talented man himself Loki Laufeyson. Life on the stage is one you wouldn’t trade for anything…

Although…while you shined on the stage, it would be idiotic to not admit that the magic you felt onstage did not translate to your real life.

“That’s a wrap for today! I will see you all on Wednesday!” Just like that the day was over and you had to part ways with everyone.

Packing up your belongings, you could hear footsteps approaching and upon turning your back you were met with Loki

“Hey Y/N! It was great working with you today and I must admit you truly have talent like no other”

You blushed at his comment and shot him a quick “Thanks” and “You too”

“You going straight home?”

“Uhm Yea? I have to get dinner started and all” You replied, packing the last of your stuff up.

“Oh…I see I see…Well I was actually wond-”

“Y/N Are you still fucking in there?!” A voice boomed through the room

Your eyes went wide and you quickly swung your bag behind your back “I-Im sorry Loki but I really have to go…”

“I-Uhm yea okay…I just really wanted to ask if-”

Suddenly you saw your boyfriend walk in, clearly angry at something. Loki’s eyes immediately shot at his direction as he watched this angry and slightly intoxicated man burst inside and you running to him an small panic

“Honey! James, I told you that I was working late today! Why are you even here?!”

“Honey? James?” Loki felt both confused and sad.

“No?! You said you’d be done by 4! That’s why i’m here…what? My girlfriend doesn’t come home to the time she said she was and you expect me to not be pissed?!”

“Honey what are you even talking about?! I never said I was off at 4! I even texted you I’d be home by 7!”

“You’re a liar!” James shouted and you quickly shushed him as to not attract any attention

Loki stared at you two. First he felt sad and quite disappointed to find out you had a boyfriend…he’s never fallen for anyone this quickly but something about sharing the stage with him and the passion you both shared brought out this lovey dovey feeling he had deep down inside. And with this being the first of many meetings, he knew he was bound to fall for you further. Second he felt rage towards your pathetic boyfriend, the cursing?! the shouting?! his intoxicated rage towards you?! and the attempt at manipulation was just below pathetic. Loki despises assholes like him, but of course he couldn’t do much about it.

“You’re calling me the liar?! Check your phone! I texted you!” You whispered shouted as you smelled the alcohol reeking from him

“God James are you seriously drunk as well?! You’ve been drinking too much lately”

He scrambled for his phone and saw the text you sent, grumbling to himself, he hissed an looked at you “Whatever I didn’t read it so its still on you! And i’m sorry? Does my drinking pose a problem with you? You’re barley home anyways, out here performing and shit. God I thought this was just some hobby or some shit”

“James?! Are you serious right now?! For the hundredth time…this is my life! my passion! Don’t you dare try to say its just some hobby!”

“Seriously Y/N?! It is! I mean look at this! Its a fake production of a fake story with real people just projecting a fantasy! its pure bullshit!”

You grumbled in frustration “You know what if you seriously have a problem with it why are you even here with me? Why did you come to Asgard huh?! Why!”

Loki knew he wasn’t supposed to be listening, but he couldn’t help himself as you were both arguing quite loudly. He wanted to destroy that pathetic man

“To protect you of course! And…ugh are you really going to make me say it?

“What?!”

“Ok i know its all bullshit but your work is the exception because its you! and UGH yes its bullshit but you blow my mind away sometimes…and you NEED me to protect you…I dont know who might steal your heart here on Asgard?”

“…mhm mhm…Ok can we just go home please?” You asked feeling both hurt but ok at best

“Yes we can go” James said and grabbed you harshly to the exit

You turned at Loki and waved a quick goodbye and mouthed “Im sorry” and walked away…Loki was beyond furious that poor excuse of a man could treat you that way. Calling theatre and acting bullshit?! Bringing your passions down?! Grabbing you in that manner? God it revolted him. You deserved better…so much better, but alas it wasn’t any of Loki’s business nor could he do anything much about it.

Loki never questioned you about that day, seeing as it was something quite personal to share, but he did ask you if you had a boyfriend and how long you two were together. He wasn’t quite happy to hear you’ve had to deal with this man for 2 years now. James would show up to pick you up after every session, either drunk, pissed, in no mood at all, or just being annoyed but he sweet talked his way to make you go home with him each time…even though, deep down inside it was like you were drowning, there were parts of you that were screaming to leave him but you just couldn’t, he was all you had. The most you could do is fantasies and take the small wins, even though you craved more, even though your soul craved better…Oh the guilt you felt when you saw Loki interacting with another co-start…you wished it was you…but- wait, why the hell am i even thinking that?! I have a boyfriend for god sakes! and Loki is just my co-star! Stop it Y/N.

The weeks went on and you and Loki continued to work together onstage. Offstage the both of you got to know one another better and because of this the more he fell for you, for someone he couldn’t be with. He was amazed by you. By your passion, your personality, your kindness…everything…and he knows better than to fall for his co-star but you were the breaker to his rule.

He couldn’t put into words just how amazing you are. Like a blast of energy that you couldn’t contain, just filled with so much drive, passion and life and he hated to admit that this became a small factor to motivate him everyday. To see you, to talk to you, gosh it was like he was a teenager again, eager to see his crush at school, but this was much different.

Although this one week, when you came in for the day, Loki had greeted you as usual, asking how things were or how you were liking Asgard and you gave a half-hearted reply, brushing him off almost entirely and you sat in the corner of the room, going over your lines on your own. Odd behaviour that Loki wasn’t used to and he was split between asking if you were ok or to leave it as is. This didn’t affect your performance onstage but it affected Loki. He didn’t like seeing you this way, and when James came in to pick you up that day, he made sure to stick with you as you both waited. That same week you came in looking worse and Loki decided to finally ask what was wrong, but you shot him down, not really wanting to talk about the horrible comments James had thrown at you last night about you, your career, your cooking or the fact he even threw the glass vase at your wall, sending glass flying and cutting your arm, though that was a scar you could hide. Loki didn’t push you on it anymore but he did request if they could finish earlier today.

“I think we should end a little early today seeing as you all have been working hard these past couple weeks. See you all on Friday!”

You were surprised to finish early today, but I guess it meant you had more time working on dinner. So you packed up and got ready to leave when Loki stopped you

“Y/N…I was wondering if maybe you’d like a cup of coffee before you go home for the day seeing as we finished earlier than usual”

“I uh..hmm” You thought about it, go home to James and cook earlier…or go with coffee with Loki…After last night you needed a break

“Ah why the hell not…coffee and….macaroons?” You asked in hopes to try of Asgardian pastries

“Coffee and macaroons it is! I know a great place near here, ran by a good family friend of mine, im sure you’ll like it”

“Can’t wait to try it” You smiled and let Loki lead the way to this mystery cafe.

Upon reaching the place, you were greeted to a busy yet lively scene. Calling this place beautiful would be underselling it.

“I’ll order us both a latte and grab one macaroon of each flavour, how’s that sound?”

“That sounds great” You smiled and reached for your wallet. “I’ll cover half, how much do I owe you?”

Loki’s faced contorted in confusion “W-What? Y/N!” He chuckled “It’s ok I got it! Treat is on me” He smiled

“What?! No no please! I can’t let you pay for all that! Please let me pay half”

“Nonsense this is on me, that’s final” Loki smiled “Its okay I promise, you deserve a treat, well I guess we do after the work these past weeks”

You sigh and accept his offer “Ok well…Thank you, you are too kind Loki…But next time we get a treat it’ll be on me ok?”

Next time. Ah so there would be a next time. Loki grinned at the thought…although reality snapped him back when he remembered your boyfriend “Hmmm, I would still treat you next time…but if you insist, next time you’ll treat us”

You nodded and Loki went and got the coffee and macaroons.

He came back with your treats and…they were the best damn macaroons you’ve had in your life

“Holy shit these are delicious! There has to be actual magic in these…amazing! amazing!”

Loki watched as you ate the sweet treats “Told you I knew a place and if you must know, they don’t have magic, just made with love”

You laughed “Ah yes…Love! Ok but seriously I need to bring a tray of these when I go back to Midgard, just one big tray of em all for me”

“You know I could do that for you? Perhaps we can share…if you are willing”

“Share?! Never! the imaginary tray of macaroons is mine only hehe” You smiled “okay maybe you can have one”

“Just one?!” Loki said in a dramatic tone “So you get a whole tray and I get one?!”

“Yes! One!” You laughed “I’’m so kind I know”

“Sure…sooooo kind! Y/N gives Loki ONE macaroon!” He teased…He wished you could both stay like this forever

As you were both enjoying each other company and the nature around you, James had spotted you as he was too on a coffee run and approached you both

“Y/N?! The hell you doing here?! I thought you were at work?!”

“Oh! H-Honey we just finished early today and L-Loki here invited me for some coffee and macaroons…I hope that’s alright by you”

“You should have told me first…or why didn’t you go home and start with dinner?”

“I uh…i’m sorry it slipped my mind and I was t-thinking…we could just…take out some dinner?”

“Y/N you’re better than this! I need to know where you are…and yea whatever we can get dinner out”

Loki sat there feeling awkward and so quickly cut the silence by introducing himself “Hi I am uh Loki…co-stars with Y/N…she’s told me about you James…uh nice to meet you”

Confused by this, James hesitantly shook his hand “Uh nice to meet you Loki…i guess…So what has Y/N said about me?”

“Uh…you both have been dating 2 years…and..yea..” Loki replied awkwardly

You watched James expression and you knew having these two meet was a horrible idea…but not much you can do now.

The two continued their VERY awkward conversation and soon James pulled you up and demanded you both went home

“Uhm…See you on Friday Loki” You say as James dragged you off

“Uh See you…” Loki was fuming…

Friday came around and one again your demeanour had shifted. You were shut off, closed, awkward and of course Loki noticed this. This wasn’t the real you, the you he had coffee and macaroons with…he was worried…he knew you deserved better, he knew he could treat you 100 times better. God he wished he could be yours…he would love you so much more than any other being. The day went so-so and Loki had waved you goodbye…all he looked forward to was the next week in which he could see you again…

So when you unexpectedly did not turn up the following week for practice, he was sad, but from his sadness quickly grew concern after seeing the nature of your boyfriend and how he treated you. He couldn’t focus the entire day, worried about what happened to you or if you were ok. Once the day was over, he quickly rushed to the nearest restaurant and bought some takeout for you to have, in case you had just come down with some sort of flu.

Approaching your temporary living space he immediately heard screaming from none other than James. Loki dropped the food at the doorstep and peaked through the window. He could only see James’s face as your back was facing the window. Loki couldn’t grasp the focus of the argument as James was mainly throwing horrible insults at you

“You bitch are you serious?! Why do you alway lie to me? After all I have done for you?! For us to get here!”

“James…its called ACTING! do i have to explain myself all the damn time?! And you better stop calling me a liar, I told you about the play, about the theme, about the scenes…and It’s fine its just acting…”

“Are you being fucking for real?! Are you serious now Y/N?! You expect me to believe that you’re telling the truth right now?! That these so called scenes weren’t just written in after you said yes to this?! God why couldn’t they just cast a single woman? Not someone with a boyfriend?!”

“BECAUSE JAMES IT WAS OFFERED TO ME! Because I have talent! I have passion! I am a performer, have been all my life! Sorry they casted me! Sorry they casted a woman in a relationship but its not like I can do anything about it?! Nothing is ever enough in your eyes and I don’t even know why I care for your opinion!”

“YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND AND I AM NOT LETTING YOU GO WITH THIS PROJECT ANY FURTHER”

“WHAT NO?! you cant control my life like that asshole?!”

“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME??? Y/N I DONT CONTROL YOUR LIFE BUT IM SURE AS HELL GONNA STOP YOU FROM ALL THE STUPIDITY YOUR DOING” James approached you, backing you up against the wall

“James! JAMES! STOP IT” He raised his hand over you

Loki’s eyes shot wide, accidentally knocking on the window and immediately James’s attention went to the window “HEY WHO THE HELL IS THERE?!” Loki scrammed immediately, leaving you and James to your own business.

After that incident he knew he has to something about it, he wasn’t going to watch as you get hurt by that horrible man.

You came in for the next practice session…with James which threw off everyone but instead of greeting your cast mates or even Loki, you darted straight to the hair and makeup station. Loki saw you zoom by and immediately tried to catch up with you, which only increased your walking speed, practically jogging at this point. James locked the door to the station and you ignored Loki completely. Passing conversations can be heard from you both…although Loki no longer cared, he was worried for you, he couldn’t stand the thought of what your bastard of a boyfriend could have done to you and so he forced himself in.

“Loki?! What the hell you broke the lock!” You say in shock with James sharing the same reaction as you

“I know but I can’t stand this anymore!” He marched towards you and went to grab your shoulders in an attempt for a hug, causing you to flinch and move back. Thrown off, Loki looked at you confused and “Y/N your face…” Loki got a real good look at the bruise on your arm, cheek, and neck…

Loki looked at you, then at James, and clicked.

“YOU BASTARD!” Loki launched at James

“HEY! HEY! HEY!” James shouted, blocking Loki’s hands and body

“What the hell did you do asshole? You did that? YOU hurt her?!” Loki managed to push past James’s block and locked his godly hands and arms onto his shoulder, gripping on so tight it caused your boyfriend to flinch and squirm in pain

“Hey man let me-”

”NO!” Using his magic, Loki blasted James against the wall, causing his body to shake as he fell to the ground “The hell is wrong with you?!” he screamed

“ME?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Loki approached him and placed his foot on his chest, letting his entire body weight shift to his foot.

“Ow! Jeez!”

“You know I don’t care who you are, I don’t care that you’re dating Y/N, you pathetic little man I will ruin your life for touching her, I will end your stupid, worthless, pathetic little existence for what you did to her! You understand me?! There is a special place in Hel for assholes like you! Bastards that think hitting, cursing and treating their partners like shit is even ok!”

“Loki stop it!” You shouted

He ignored you and grabbed James’s face “You ever come back here, you ever even think about seeing her again, or so help me god even think about laying another finger on her, I will snap your body like a twig and make sure you suffer a long…painful…demise” he growled

You saw all this happening and while you were terrified, part of you felt relief…it was over…it was finally over….right?

James struggled against Loki’s grasp, Loki looked like he was actually going to end him

“Loki look at me!” you shouted

He immediately did and saw your eyes, he saw that as much as James was an asshole…you didn’t want Loki to actually kill him

Loki looked back at James and let him go “This is your only chance to go…SCRAM”

And just like that James ran out, leaving your life for good

You and Loki stood there in awkward silence

…

“Loki?” You whispered

He immediately looked at you “Y/N!” He ran towards you, about to bring you to an embrace but remembering you were probably not comfortable at the moment “Are you ok…?”

“Not…really…but better” You admitted “Thank you…” You smiled at him.

“Of course…I-I couldn’t go on just working with you knowing or not knowing what was happening…I’m just glad you don’t have to deal with that asshole anymore…right?”

“Yea…its over…after yesterday…I knew we were through, I just didn’t know how to end it…so thank you…so so so much…You’ve done more for me than most people have about all this…” You hugged him as tears fell from your eyes

He hugged you back carefully as to not startle you “I love you to much to see you like this” Loki blurted. Uh shit?! Not the time?!

“You love me?” You pulled away and asked

Loki went red at your question “I-I Uh…yea? I do…I do love you…look I know were just co-stars and hell you just went through such a shitty thing and this is the worst way to say it but yes I love you…a lot” he fumbled at his words

You smiled at him “Despite everything…and I wont lie… but I love you too”

You both embraced each other as you felt the safety of his love and his arms

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(a/n): this took awhile for me to get out bc tbh i dont really know how to write a story like this...very well...but either way i got through it! hope you enjoyed and james is an asshole

TAGS: @jennaortegaswifeyy

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The Look Of Terror

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You joined Shield and when you're placed under a certain Team Leader, Peter can't help but worry about you.

Disclaimer: This is more platonic co-worker vibes, I think? Rather than romance? But there is romance in it? Fluff, angst, Peter takes care of the reader. Description of a panic attack, kidnapping, bombs and an asshole of a Team Leader. I'm a little unsure about this one. Comment if you'd like a Part 2???

You were new to the team. 

It was no surprise since you joined a week late into the program that your Team Leader pushed you harder than the rest of them. But you were okay with it, most of the time. In the times where you weren’t, you’d spend a couple hours in the library reading of worlds that didn’t exist - or at least, you hoped didn’t exist. Because, for as much as seeing a fire-breathing dragon would be cool, it could also destroy most of the population of New York in one breath. 

It was six months into the program that Peter finally saw you. 

Not that you had noticed. 

He saw you on your first day of arrival. He heard your name mentioned in passing and that was as far as it went. Until the training rooms had to be pushed into one due to a leak in the women’s bathroom. It was then that you caught Peter’s eye. 

But not because of your looks, although he didn’t fail to notice your beauty. But because of the familiar look in your eyes. 

It took him a while to figure it out; what exactly the look was in the beginning, he couldn’t be too sure. 

For over a month, he studied you. 

You weren’t a part of his team. In fact, you were with a whole other training division. But in the days when he saw you, he studied you as best as he could before it could become border-line creepy. 

He saw you talk to people, but they never became friends with you. You were happy to help out people when they were struggling but most times, you were left on your own. Whilst other groups studied the Shield Handbook together, cutting the 500 page manual into respectable chunks, you sat on your own in the corner. A few people would look over to you and snigger or sneer. One trainee had said aloud about asking you to join them but everyone else shut the idea down right away. You were the rookie. 

What baffled Peter was the fact that the group of trainees, who refused to collaborate with you, were rookie’s too. 

Then, one day, he pulled your file. 

You had the highest test score out of your group. You were intelligent and smart. You had enough strength training to be transferred into a higher level but due to your qualifying status, you would only move up when the rest of the rookie’s did, too. 

So, after all of this, when he found you in the library alone one night, he decided to talk to you. 

“You must know that thing like the back of your hand.” 

Peter saw you jump a little and instantly regretted not making himself known to you sooner. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, no. That’s fine. I-I should be heading home now, anyway.”

“You’ve finished that book three times this week alone. Shouldn’t you be out with the others having a…drink or something?”

“Maybe, but…I kind of prefer my solitude.”

“Ah, the mysterious lonesome type?”

“Some may beg to differ.”

“I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“You’re a part of Abbot's team, aren’t you?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I’ve seen your file.”

“You pulled my file?”

“That and I’ve seen him train you twice a week when all agents share the training room.”

A look of realisation crossed over your face. “Oh, shit. Sorry, you’re Agent Parker.”

“Please, call me Peter. Everyone else does.”

“By the handbook says-”

“That all employees refer to their Team Leaders by their working title.” Peter sounded off. “That was something written by Fury to keep HR happy. To be honest, I’ve never really liked it. You’re meant to be a team, and how can that happen if agents are too busy worrying about calling their team leader by their official title.”

“You have a point, but Abbot-”

“Drill it into you.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“Well, if you ever need anyone to vent to, you can talk to me.”

“Thank you.” Then after a moment of consideration you asked; “Why you?”

Peter nodded. “I worked with Abbot before Barton came back. I’ve seen how he can train those in his team. I’ve also seen that your group doesn’t exactly seem to strive for trust. It can be hard, working alone. Believe me, I would know.”

“Well, thank you.”

The next day, as you sat alone in the cafeteria, you were slightly startled to find Peter place his food tray down in front of you. “May I?”

“G-Go ahead.”

It shocked you a little; how much Peter was trying to talk to you. By this point, you had been in the program almost six months and no one, other than Abbot when he was barking orders, bothered to try and interact with you - on any scale of capacity. 

And, for the following two weeks, it continued to happen. 

Peter would sit down with you in the cafeteria whenever you had a break from training together. He would join you in the library on late nights when he had to make test scores and you were going over the handbook once more. 

But it wasn’t until one evening when Peter noticed you had been a bit off for a couple of days, that he finally asked you what he’d been dying to ask you for weeks. 

There was a distant look in your eyes. Like as if something had crept its way out of the locked box you kept it sealed in, and was slowly making its way to the front of your brain. 

“What happened?”

It took you a moment to adjust back to reality before you could finally hear Peter’s question. 

“What?”

“What happened?”

“When?”

“Before you joined the programme.”

Peter could see you studying him before he saw a wall go up in front of your eyes. “Nothing.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing happened. I already told you why I joined Shield.”

Peter said your name, “I know the look of a horrible memory when I see it. What-”

“Nothing. Nothing happened, Peter. So, can you please just drop it?”

“Yes, sorry.”

You pulled the handbook back in front of you and began to skim through it again and again and again. 

Except, that wall that your build would soon crumble, even as you fought for it to stay standing. 

Three weeks later, and not saying a word to Peter, you found yourself in a training day that Abbot had set up without telling anyone. 

“You’re gonna have to stay on your toes. It’s not easy out there, so, first up!” 

Your name was called. 

Others were called after you and you were given five minutes to understand your mission. And it took everything in you not to stop breathing. 

As Peter made his way down to the training room, he found a “friendly” competition. The other Team Leaders had decided to get involved this time round and people were cheering and chanting and others were completely silent. 

And only then did he understand why. 

In the centre of the crowd, knelt three people and in the middle of them was you. 

No one else noticed, but Peter did. 

Your hands, despite the composure you were holding, were beginning to shake. Your eyes seemed glossier than the last time he had seen you and your breathing wasn’t like anyone else's. It was shattered. 

And, as much as he wanted to stop what was happening, he knew if he did, it would probably make it worse. 

Less than 30 seconds later, you were finished on the task in front of you and you stood back. 

“Seven minutes and thirty-six seconds!” Abbot called out your time. 

Peter watched as you turned your back and removed some of the equipment from your body before pushing your way to the back of the crowd. He rounded the corner of the crowd, but he couldn’t find you. 

A few minutes later, he watched as Abbot awarded one of the Rookie’s a gift-card of some kind and a medal. 

“Okay, that’s it for today! See you tomorrow!”

But you were the only one to leave. 

And Peter was hot on your train. 

From the moment you were given your task, your breathing was hitched in your chest and you couldn’t just quite fill your lungs with enough air to stop them from beating against your heart rapidly. 

Throughout the seven and a half minutes it took you to complete the task Abbot had given to you, you had been slowly losing clear vision due to the tears of old memories ripping their way into your mind. 

And once time had finally been called, you just had to force yourself to hold out a little bit longer. 

But, when your legs began to give out on you, you rushed to find a wall to support you. 

And, you did, for a moment. 

Your breathing was unsteady and out of control. Your head felt like it was spinning and you were going to throw up, all the while you could feel every single particle of blood in your body trying to fight its way into and through your heart. 

In a hazy distance, you heard someone call your name and you tried your best to focus and remain in control, but it didn’t work. 

It wasn’t until you heard a door click open behind you and a steady hand lead you inside that you sank to the floor in a weak attempt to try and ground your emotions. 

“Hey, look at me.”

You looked up and recognised the person who had helped you into the room. 

Peter.

You couldn’t speak. So Peter tried his best to calm you. 

“Just focus on my voice. Can you do that? It’s going to be okay. No one can hurt you here. You’re safe. I need you to keep looking at me. Here, pass me your hand.”

Peter took your trembling hand in his and held it against his heart. 

“I need you to try and focus on the beats. Can you do that for me?”

It took you a moment, but when Peter pressed his hand over yours so it pushed further into his chest, you finally felt his heartbeat against your palm. 

You tried your best to keep track of them, counting each one as they came. 

“Okay, good. Now, can you follow my breaths?”

You tried your best to follow his breaths. Breathing in with him, and breathing out just the same. 

It took a while but eventually your breathing returned, though it pained your chest a little when you did take in a deep breath. 

At some point, Peter had moved to sit beside you, placing an arm around you, yet still holding your hand against his chest. 

You didn’t know how long had passed before Peter spoke. It both felt instant and as if forever had passed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not yet.”

You didn’t want to recount, just yet. You didn’t want to remember, just yet. 

Eventually the light in the room dimmed and you found yourself standing. Peter had taken off his jumper before placing it on you. He had felt you shivering for the last hour but every time he went to move and give you his zip-neck jumper, he felt your hand hold him tighter not wishing him to move. 

At some point, you found yourself inside of your home with Peter by your side, switching the kettle on without having to ask which is your favourite mug. 

Peter didn’t say anything. He just let you sit by your kitchen island and stare at your hands for as long as you needed. 

“It all started about two years ago.” you started, without even meaning to. “I, uh, I had been working the night shift. I worked in an emergency vet surgery. Anyway, one night, two guys came in. They said they had a horse outside that was giving birth but they couldn’t deliver the foul. It wasn’t rare that we got cases like this, so I grabbed my bag and rushed outside. But, instead of a horse trailer with a labouring mare, I found myself being carted off to a farm ten miles out of town.”

Peter slid the freshly made tea across to you before sitting down on one of the stools allowing the corner of the island to come between the both of you. 

“I had…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me everything. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

You gave Peter a small nod, too emotionally exhausted to try and fight. 

You took a breath. “I had…found myself on a farm and all I remembered was getting hit over the head and when I woke up I was strapped into a ticking bomb.”

You recounted everything to Peter, from the moment when you woke up and what was going through your head, to managing to find your medical bag which they hadn’t hid well, if at all. And, how, from that, you had tried your best to get out and stop the bomb from going off whilst it was still attached to you. 

The fact that you had, by some miracle, managed to get away before it went off and blew up the barn was beyond you. But once Barton had found out, he wanted you in Shield. You had most of the medical training and with some training, you could become a major asset within Shield, helping eventually train medics in the organisation - even if you had started out as a Vet. 

It was safe to say Peter was pissed about Abbot's actions. 

Hell, it was even in the handbook and probably within the file that Abbot would have full access to since he was your Team Leader. 

You, under no circumstance, were to be put into a situation like you had been put in just hours earlier until you had clearance from a licensed medical therapist. And, after a few questions, Peter found that you hadn’t. 

Yes, you had clearance to train. You had clearance to practise. But when it came to something you had been so close with facing yourself? No. 

Again, time passed and before you knew it, you had come back around and your wall had slowly started to build back up. 

“I should probably go to bed. I’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Yeah, of course.” You tried to assure him. 

Eventually, Peter got up to leave but looking down at your top, you called out to him. 

“Sorry, here’s your top.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Peter turned to leave once again but then turned back. “Oh, here…just in case.”

You looked down and found Peter’s card. It contained his name, office address and his phone number. 

“If Abbot tries something like today again…”

“I’ll be sure to call.” you nodded, though Peter feared that what you were saying had no meaning. That you would continue through it, pushing your emotions against your brick wall as hard as you could before you broke again. 

“I mean it, Y/N. He shouldn’t have done that today.”

“I’ll be okay, Peter. I promise.”

AS the door closed behind him, Peter feared that you had made a promise you couldn’t keep, despite how much he knew you would try to.

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[teenageheartthrob]

I'm in Deep with This Girl (Bruce Banner x Reader)

Category: Fluff, tiny bit of angst

Ship: Bruce Banner x Reader

Trigger Warnings: Mention of attempted suicide (Bruce)

Summary: Bruce recalls how you met and got to where you are today.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: My baby boy Bruce does not get enough love and it makes me sad, he's one of my favourites in the MCU :( So I wrote something for him

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Bruce Banner had only three or four defining moments in his life that made him feel like he wasn’t himself, wasn’t a coward. That’s how he used to define himself- cowardly.  A man much more likely to choose flight than fight. In his very scientific opinion, he would’ve been a much better person if he had of been born as someone other than himself. 

As such, there has been many times when the doctor felt he wasn’t in control of his own life, not least because he had two consciousnesses occupying his mind, body and soul. 

In Bruce’s mind, any time he wasn’t acting like himself, it was a good thing, except, of course, for the times Hulk felt mass destruction was in order. For the first few decades of his life, he was fully supportive of this philosophy. Little did he know, all it would take to begin to crumble this fragile mentality was a few short weeks with an unlikely source of happiness for the man. 

...

The day Bruce finally decided to stick that damn gun down his throat rather than just staring at it, he was comforted by the thought that he would be doing…it, his way- not through Hulk’s recklessness or someone else’s means. Of course when Hulk spit Banner’s bullet straight back out, Bruce resigned himself to living a sub-standard life. One devoid of any real joy or passion, save for his work. 

He knew the day Hulk first appeared in his life, he would never find love again. Not that he had really found requited love before. In high school, being the nerdy kid got him into more trouble than it was worth. Of course now he is successful and his bullies are struggling with their 9-5, minimum wage lives. 

Bruce found himself laughing quietly over this thought as he, Thor and Scott walked down the streets surrounding Stark Tower. Scott, as per usual, was hungry and for the past week, had been trying desperately to convince anyone that would listen, to try a new Japanese restaurant that opened up nearby with him. The Asgardian god was intrigued by the promise of raw fish and a drink that Scott had assured him rivalled the quality of Asgardian mead. 

Thor would later find out Scott Lang was simply a light-weight due to his constantly changing metabolism. This was a heartbreak the God of Thunder would not soon recover from. 

It was a brisk morning in New York City when Bruce had overheard this conversation and decided he could use some air. 

This was how he found himself walking the same route he did most days. Despite living in a tower with unlimited technology, one of the simple pleasures in Bruce’s day was a short walk to get coffee from his favourite hole-in-the-wall cafe. It made him feel normal, like he wasn’t sticking out like a big green thumb. 

In order to reach the quaint location, Bruce had to pass by an establishment by the name of Murphy’s. Despite the implication, it was not an Irish pub. This usually made Bruce chuckle and as such, it stuck out in his brilliant mind, however this was not the only reason for its notability. Murphy’s was also where Bruce found his other simple pleasure in his otherwise stressful and frankly one-dimensional life. 

You.

Each day he passed, Bruce snuck a look into the cafe to see if the girl who had caught his eye all those months ago was there. The first time he saw you, you were serving drinks to an older couple. You had obviously been working a few hours already. Your hair had fallen slightly out of place, meaning you were constantly brushing it out of your eyes, and your apron was covered in what he could only assume was powered sugar from the cakes in the cabinet of the shop. 

Bruce looked up by chance. He noticed how tired you appeared, yet you still took the time to connect with your customers, smiling and laughing. Listening to them. Perhaps this was drew Bruce to you, your ability to listen instead of dominating the conservation, something he was not typically used to having himself. 

Bruce watched you smile again at the couple as he walked on. He knew he was doomed from the minute the voice of the green giant himself uttered “pretty lady.”

...

Since then, his habit had become routine, and despite passing by a little later than usual, the doctor hoped you were still there. 

Scott and Thor continued their quite frankly, childish, discussion about whether or not Thor could have taken down a T-Rex when Bruce’s eyes wandered to the cafe. 

His heart dropped a little as his quick glance for you was unyielding. 

“Banner, the insect does not believe I fought Hulk. Tell him about the Grand…Banner?” Thor spoke, trailing off when Bruce didn’t respond. 

Shit. He’d been caught. 

Thor stopped walking and followed Bruce’s gaze. Just his luck, you emerged from the kitchen as the Norse god realised what was happening. 

A smile spread across the blond’s face. “She is a fine maiden, Banner.”

In response to Thor’s comment, a blush appeared on the shorter’s face. This was for two reasons. Firstly, because it was true. You were gorgeous and Bruce suddenly realised how stupid he was to think that you wouldn’t have someone at home waiting for you. Secondly, he realised how idiotic he’d been to even think that he had a chance with you. 

Scott, who had finally realised he was walking alone, had quickly retreated back to the group and assessed the situation. 

“Bruce, go talk to her. What’s the worst that can happen?” Lang suggested sincerely. 

“I don’t know, you guys. I’m not that type of person.”

“Banner,” Thor said softly to his friend, “no reward ever comes from chances not taken.”

“What he said,” Scott concurred, “Go get her, buddy. We’ll see you at the tower later!”

The superhero quickly grabbed Thor’s arm and dragged him away, leaving Bruce outside the cafe wondering what to do. 

In the end, Bruce decided he didn’t feel like being himself today. 

It was a blur as he walked into Murphy’s. The sweet smell of caramel and coffee enveloped him, thankfully even in his panic-driven state, Bruce decided a table by the back wall was a safe choice. 

At least that way he could see the whole room. It seemed some habits couldn’t be broken and he realised, that was in fact, the very thing that had gotten him where he was now. 

He eyed off the other patrons as you came over to greet your new customer.

“Hi, welcome to Murphy’s. What can I get you?” Bruce realised he had to speak but the words were caught in his throat, you were even more beautiful up close. “Sir, are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine, I’m so sorry about that.” Bruce willed himself to take deep breaths. “I was actually wondering when your shift finishes. I was hoping that you’d maybe like to sit together and um, have a coffee possibly? Or not, considering it’s your whole job. Never mind, forget I asked.”

“I’d love to,” you interrupted Bruce’s rambling. He didn’t think it was possible but your smile grew even wider and he quickly discovered it was infectious. 

“Wow, um, great! Sorry I’m just surprised.”

“I finish in 10 minutes. Can I get you something in the meantime?” You had asked him, heart fluttering. 

“Oh, um, no thank you. But what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Of course not. It’s Y/N L/N.”

‘Y/N,’ Bruce repeated in his mind, ‘beautiful.’

…

Bruce emerged from the memory as you changed your position in his lap. He had been reading to you, and knowing you would fall asleep, he had the pair of you wrapped in the warmest blankets he could find. 

He started down at the unbelievable woman in his arms and placing a loving kiss to your hairline,  reminisced about how he got so lucky. 

… 

From day one, you’d always managed to surprise him, the man of science who thought he knew his fair share about the world. And maybe that was why you worked so well together. You provided Bruce with the flare he felt his life was lacking. You were the spark he needed to re-ignite his passion for life. 

Quickly after you’d agreed to have coffee with the doctor, Bruce realised he was about to have his first date with you, and as he’d already been proven to do, he rambled nervously. He was pleasantly taken-aback as later on, you recounted information he’d told you, back to him. Not only did you listen to him but you asked questions. You were genuinely interested in him and to take it one step further, you did something not many people dared to do with him, you sassed him. 

“Save your breath, Banner,” you’d told him, “you’ve got me.”

In that moment, he thought maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so bad to be Bruce Banner after all. But oh boy, there was two moments in the doctor’s life with you that surpassed those easily, making him feel like being Bruce Banner was the best thing he could ever be.

…

“I’m sorry, I’m probably not the guy you were expecting. It’s just that my friends told me to come and talk to you and well, here I am.”

“Bruce,” you started, “is it okay if I call you that?”

He nodded.

You knew who we was, of course you did, and you wanted to respect the title he’d worked so hard to get. Scribbling on a nearby napkin, you continued talking, happy with his consent. 

“I’m really happy your friends told you to come in. Truth is, I’ve noticed you too, but I can’t exactly chase a man down the street in the middle of my shift,” you chuckled, sliding him the napkin. “I’m really sorry, I have to go. I’m not ghosting you I swear, this was really great. I just have a thing.”

Bruce took the napkin, feeling his heart sink a little. He never wanted the moment to end. “I understand.”

“I’m sorry, but there’s my number. Call me yeah? I know where you get your coffee if you don’t.”

Bruce, who was still in shock that you even wanted to see him again, simply smiled as you walked out of the cafe, offering him a final wave. 

It’s usually a sign that it has been a good day for Bruce  when he returns to the tower and Tony Stark asks him if he’s okay because he’s ‘smiling like a mad man.’  

For a week Tony asked him that question, and from that day onwards, Tony knew the key to Banner’s good mood had something to do with you. 

…

The second moment, Bruce remembered, was in his opinion, the best of his life so far. It was the night you told him about your feelings for him. 

As he himself was falling asleep on the couch, book abandoned, he recalled how utterly stunning you were the night of Tony’s last fundraiser ball. 

… 

You had thought long and hard about your dress choice. You wanted to impress Bruce as this was the first time he would be seeing you in anything like this outfit. Not to mention that you’d also planned on taking things to the next level with him. 

This was your seventh date and when he’d asked you to be his during date number three, you were over the moon. A month later and you were ready to say it, the thing you’d felt since your first date with the gorgeous doctor. The ‘L’ word. 

Bruce, naturally, was oblivious to your feelings and was still reeling that you’d even said yes in the first place. But the moment he saw you in that stunning split-leg red dress, he felt his heart swell with pride. All these people in the room with their eyes on you and you were his. You chose him. 

You quickly made your way over to your boyfriend, hiding in his arms and muttering that everyone was watching you. 

He’d simply said ‘of course they are, look at you’ and kissed you so sweetly you thought you might swoon. You were sure your cheeks matched the colour of your dress. 

You mingled with everyone for a while, talking with Dr. Cho about new medical technological advances, and Steve Rogers about the ‘good old days.’ Everyone was polite and accommodating, you realised you felt more at ease than you thought you would.

Across the room, Thor patted Banner’s back, smiling like a proud big brother, and secretly congratulating himself for being responsible for the connection between you two. 

You managed to catch Bruce’s eye soon after and motioned to the bar, moving over after saying your goodbyes to Steve. 

“Having a good time?” Your boyfriend asked you. He knew you sometimes struggled with new people and crowds. 

“Yeah, I am,” you replied, holding his hand from the adjacent seat.

“I’m glad honey. Now let’s get you a drink and pretend I’m the man of your dreams,” Bruce chuckled nervously, it was a joke from a dinner you’d had a few weeks back.

As he flagged down the bartender, you realised this was your chance. 

“I think you just might be, Doctor Banner.”

“Wait, what? Really?!” he questioned, trying to recover from choking on his own spit.

“Yes, Bruce,” you laughed softly. You placed a hand on his cheek and moved so your knees were touching, “In fact, I think I love you…”

You searched the brunet’s face for any signs of a reaction as he stared at you, mouth agape. Before you could apologise or ask if he was okay, you felt your lips being pulled against his. 

You had never felt so much passion, let alone known Bruce was even capable of kissing like that. 

“I love you too, Y/N, so much.”

…

You stirred and realised Bruce’s snoring was the cause of your rude awakening. He had shifted down the couch so that he was lying flat, with you still wrapped in his arms, ear to his chest. 

“The only benefit of the other guy,” he’d once told you, “is that I can protect you from anything.”

You smiled to yourself as the words rang in your ears. Lifting your head, you placed a kiss on the doctor’s cheek. 

“I love you,” you whispered before sleep took you again. 

Despite you constantly reminding him of your love, over the coming months , Bruce would often experience doubt about why you were with him. You knew who he was and who he became when he hasn’t himself. 

It had taken a long time for you to convince Bruce that Hulk made him a better person, he was not a seperate entity to be feared but a part of him, and that loving Bruce meant loving Hulk too. Hulk very much liked the sound of that and slowly came out to spend more time with ‘his Y/N.’

You trusted Bruce. He saw your demons as you saw his and you knew that was what likely made your relationship feel so effortless, so natural. You didn’t think of Hulk as a demon though, simply an extension of Bruce and it gave you more of him to love. Loving Bruce Banner was all you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

Bruce still passed by Murphy’s every day. But now, it was to get coffee from his girl.

And he knew he was the luckiest person in the world as you threw a kiss in with every cup. 

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[softestqueeen]

home for christmas

pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

summary: You had resigned yourself to spending this christmas alone, when a sudden visitor surprises you…

warnings: none, just teeth rotting fluff

wordcount: 1625 words

a/n: yes, i know the title is very kitschy, very cheesy, but i think that’s what christmas calls for! enjoy <3

You were home alone, about to spend christmas eve alone. Your boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, was currently at his parents’ house, enjoying christmas with his family, hours away from you.

Being alone didn’t bother you. You never really celebrated Christmas and often only went to some Christmas dinners hosted by friends. This year though you got 0 invitations. But of course, you couldn’t tell that your boyfriend, because he would have insisted on bringing you to his parents’ house for dinner and you didn’t feel ready for that yet, so here you were.

You were currently laying on the couch, waiting for the frozen pizza in your oven to heat up and watching Love Actually for what felt like the 1000th time. It never got boring though.

You were about to check on your pizza when you heard a knock on the door.

Who the hell was at your door at this time on Christmas eve? With furrowed brows you went to the door, assuming it was the old lady from next door needing something.

But when you actually looked though the peephole, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You threw open the door and saw your boyfriend and his trusty companion Bobby standing at your door.

Tom was holding wrapped packages and a bouquet full of fresh flowers in his hands. When you saw that he was wearing a Santa hat you couldn‘t contain the small giggle that threatened to surpass your lips

You didn‘t waste any more time and threw yourself into his waiting arms, making him drop the gifts as well as the flowers to embrace you. The two of you were enjoying this moment for a little while, just standing in the hallway holding each other.

"What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with your parents?“, you asked in disbelief, pulling away a bit so you could look into his face.

„Oh, darling, when I heard that you were spending this special evening alone, I couldn’t let that happen.”, he explained to you and at sawing your puzzled expression he continued. “Ben told me, and I knew what I had to do. I wouldn’t be able to spend a happy and jolly Christmas with my parents, if I knew that you would be alone. And of course, I also brought Bobby.”

The dog was sitting next to you, waiting for you to finally acknowledge and pet him. But before you could turn your attention to the dog at your feet you still had something to take care of.

You turned your gaze back to the man in front of you and lurched forward again, to engage him into a passionate kiss. You hoped you could express everything you felt for him in this moment with this kiss. He returned the kiss with just as much passion, the presents and the flowers long forgotten.

After a moment you had to pull back for air, so you decided to actually go into your flat and not just stand in the hallway of your apartment building.

Bobby entered first, excitedly running to his designated spot next to the TV, while you helped Tom with the presents and entered as well.

Tom put the presents under the tree, next to the ones you put there, even though you both knew you were going to open them in the next minutes, your excitement taking over.

But before that happened, you both took a seat on the couch, cuddling up together, the noise from the TV falling into the background.

“What did your parents say when you told them you were gonna ditch christmas?”, you asked him, even though, secretly of course, you were glad he was here with you right now.

“Well, I didn’t really ditch them, darling. I was already there since the morning, as you know, and when I received the message from Ben in the afternoon, I couldn’t stay there.”, your heart grew warmer and warmer as he continued and you were sure he could feel your strong heartbeat against his ribcage, where you were currently resting, “I told them that you were alone and even though they were a bit sad, they knew that they couldn’t keep me from coming to you. So, I jumped into the car and went directly here. With Bobby of course.”

At hearing his name, the dog got up and plopped down in between the two of you, making a giggle leave your lips.

You turned your gaze to your boyfriend again, a sheepish grin making its way onto your face, before it dropped.

“Oh my God, fuck!”, you screamed before practically jumping up and running into the kitchen. Tom wasn’t far behind you, alarmed by your sudden action. When he entered the kitchen behind you, he could see you kneeling in front of the oven, taking out a burnt pizza.

You put it into the sink before locking eyes with your boyfriend. You both burst out laughing, taking the incident with humour.

“Well, I think we need to order some food.”, you said after you finally calmed down enough to speak again.

“Yes, darling I think we should.”, Tom answered before adding with a boyish grin, “But before we do that, I think we should check what Santa has put under the tree for us.”

You rolled your eyes but followed him into the living room, excitement starting to bloom in your chest again.

“Open yours first.”, you told Tom, unsure of his reaction. It had taken quite some time to find it, but once you did, you knew he would love it.

He kneeled in front of the tree, carefully removing the present that has his name on the tag.

He made a show out of shaking it, weighing it in his hand and checking to see if he could guess what it is.

“Now open it, I think I’m more excited than you right now, to be honest.”, you told him, crouching down next to him on the floor.

He gave you a smile before carefully opening the present neatly at the points where you put the tape.

He put away the paper now holding three old books in his hand. His brows furrowed for a moment before he realised what it was, and a grin broke out on his face.

He was now holding an antique and leather-bound trilogy of Shakespeare’s Histories, Tragedies and Comedies from 1899, which cost you a small fortune. But the sheer look on his face made ever penny worth it.

He was speechless for a moment, putting two of the books down into his lap before he carefully flipped through the first book. After he looked at the books for a few moments, he put them aside to face you.

“Thank you so much, darling. This means a lot to me and had to cost you a fortune. You really didn’t have to.”, he told you truthfully before placing a longing kiss on your lips.

“Don’t worry about it, I know you’ve been eyeing some of his older copies for some time, so I’m glad I could add to your collection.”, you assured him, glad he liked it.

“I really love it. And now open your presents.”, the almost childish grin appearing on his face again.

You took the first one and carefully opened the present, just like he had done it moments before.

“Are you teasing me?”, Tom asked you in fake shock.

“Me? I wouldn’t even dream of it!”, you told him in after gasping, making you both laugh.

You had finally opened it completely and where now holding a velvet box in your hand. You knew there was going to be jewellery in it, but that didn’t keep you from being shocked from what’s inside of the red box.

You let out a real gasp this time when you saw the beautiful gold necklace that sat on a plump cushion. The necklace was simple but had a charm on it that resembled one of your favourite books. You could even open it and there were small pages with some of the words from the book engraved.

You felt very flattered that he remembered such a small detail but weren’t really surprised as he knew you like the back of his hand.

Tom watched you in amazement as you observed the necklace and as you took it out of its box. You inched closer to him and held the necklace out to him.

“Would you put it on me, please?”, you asked him.

“Of course, darling.”, he answered while he took the necklace out of your hand. You pulled your hair up and turned your head around so he could clasp it properly.

You could feel his featherlight touches at the back of your neck as he adjusted the necklace. When he pulled away you turned around again looking at him with a smile on your lips.

“It’s beautiful, thank you so much!”, you assured him.

“Well, it’s a beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl. I think it fits perfectly.”, his words made a slight blush creep up your face, and you turned your attention to the other present to conceal it.

You unwrapped a special edition of the book on your necklace. It was a beautiful hardcover, with illustrations and gold details on the cover. Just like him you flipped through the pages, already excited for the next reread.

The smile still hasn’t left your face as you thanked him for the book and again for the necklace.

Now done with the presents, you ordered some food and decided to rewatch Love Actually, as he had disturbed your watching. Though, if you were being honest, you didn’t mind the distraction at all.

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[petersoftparker]

Tom Holland x Reader

“Accidentally falling asleep” prompt.

The Instagram live starts off shaky, with muffled laughing heard in the background. The camera moves from the floor to point to you sleeping on set. You weren’t supposed to be sleeping, but it had been a long day. It was planned to be wrapped two hours ago but the director wanted to do a scene between you and Tom “one more time” so there you were wrapped in blankets lying on “Peter Parkers” bed. Tom whispers to his viewers “okay guys, we gotta be quiet. What should I do, should I wake her?” Tom turned the camera towards himself. “I don’t know how but y/n literally falls asleep everywhere I’m not even kidding.” He smirked reading the comments “I don’t wanna scare her, maybe I’ll make a bet how long it will take for the director to notice.” He paused looking behind him to see if anyone has noticed yet, “the scene we’re doing right now wouldn’t be too hard for that honestly, because I am basically just staring at her confessing that I’ve been in love with her since we were kids thinking she was asleep but I-“ His eyes go slightly wide, realizing he told his audience a bit too much about his new movie than he should have. Clearing his throat he quickly changed the topic “Alright guys we’re probably gonna start filming again so I’ve got to end the live but thank you, love you guys bye!”

A picture is later posted with the caption “I guess the coffee I got her didn’t help”.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Florence pugh x reader plz???

Flo: (laughs) stop it!

Y/N: no I’m serious. You are simply perfect.

Flo: darling I have to-

Y/N: if you were a goddess, I’d worship you every-

Anthony Mackie interrupts…

Anthony: Flo! You’re needed on set. And yes Y/N can come too.

Flo and Y/N walk to the set hand in hand…

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[xblackreader]

Danai Gurira and Alex Livinalli as…

Okoye x Attuma (Attoye)

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[observeowl]

Memories S.J

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: R loses her memory in an accident and it is hard to go around not knowing anything when everyone else does

Burning flames were the last thing you remember before passing out. 

Scarlett was your emergency contact and she got the notification that you were sent to the hospital while she was at work. She immediately dropped everything and went to the specified hospital. By the time she got there, you were still in the emergency room. No longer in the mood to film, the rest of the cast also arrived at the hospital.

Scarlett’s heart sank when she saw your usual smooth skin was replaced with cuts and scratches when you were wheeled out from surgery. The doctor was explaining to her what happened while the nurse brought you to your room. Everyone made way for her as she returned. 

You were on your way back from work when you were met with an accident. Some drunk guy was not paying attention on the road and his car rammed into yours. He got away easy while your car toppled over. Your car burst into flames but you were stuck in the seat. Everything was upside down for you as you felt your blood trickle down your face. Your vision turned hazy as you passed out. 

Scarlett POV Everyone was encouraging me, trying to be more understanding as I declined their invite. Despite not wanting to leave Y/N side, we were already on the last week of filming and it would be better to finish it rather than dragging it out and messing up other people’s schedules. I know she would prefer that too. I practically moved into Y/N room instead of living in my trailer. No matter how late we ended, I always made sure to come back and check on her. 

One week passed and there was no change. Time came for the press tours and interviews but I told them to exclude me, those things were not important. I did my job and that was it. Robert, Chris, Elizabeth and the rest came over when they were free and made sure I was alright. They would always watch me eat a couple of bites before leaving. I was thankful for them but my mind was just filled with Y/N.

I heard a groan in the silent room and I immediately bolted up from my chair and looked at her. “Y/N!” I tried to hug her as best as I could as she laid on bed. “Are you alright?” I looked back at her. 

“Who are you?”

I froze. The doctor mentioned that she hit her head pretty hard and there’s a high chance that she could have amnesia. I didn’t want it to come true but I guess it did. “I- I… My name is Scarlett Johansson. I’m your wife.” She looked at me emotionless. “Do- do you remember your name?” She tried to think but shook her head slowly. “Your name is Y/N Johansson.” I told her to stay in bed as I went to get the doctors. I wiped the tears that were threatening to fall as I closed the door behind me. At least she’s awake now.

Your POV I woke up and a woman instantly came into my vision. She gave me a hug but I have no idea who she was. She introduced herself as my wife but I have no recollections of her. She asked if I knew my name but nothing came to mind. It seemed we were really close since I took her last name. She left the room to get the doctor and I tried to think of anything but nothing came. I don’t know anything. 

The doctor went through a few things and ordered an MRI scan. The report came back and the doctor confirmed that it shouldn’t be permanent. He prepared the discharge papers and we were cleared to leave.

The ride back to her or our house was silent. I didn’t know what to talk about. I don’t know what were our likes or dislikes or common topics. My jaw dropped as I looked around as we stepped into our supposed house. It was a lot bigger than I imagined.

“This is our master bedroom, but I can sleep in another room if you are not comfortable with it yet.” 

“No, it’s fine.” I said. Why did I say that? It didn’t even go through my head before I started speaking. The night was alright but it was awkward, I could feel the tension in the air as I tried to sleep. Nobody dared to move in fear of disturbing their partner. But soon, sleep consumed us in whatever awkward position we were in. 

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“I invited some of our friends over if you don’t mind, they wanted to check on how you’re doing.” Scarlett said as she was clearing up the breakfast and I nodded in agreement.

“What was I like?” I was curious to know how I behaved and acted around people.

“You were an introvert but once people get to know you, and you warm up to them, you get more comfortable talking to them. You were always very observant, taking note of their pet peeves and adjusting to their preference. You may be on the quieter side of the party but when you spoke, everything just makes sense. People listen to you, you are great to have around.” Scarlett said it easily.

Nothing came to mind, not even a flash of memory. “It’s okay, we’ve got time.” My frustration must be written on my face as Scarlett took my hands. 

Around noon, I heard the doorbell ring and I looked at Scarlett. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it.” I stood next to Scarlett as a group of people entered. They gave me a hug before sauntering in. 

“It’s like meeting her for the first time again.” Her name was Elizabeth if I remember correctly.

“Yeah, except she’s with me now.” Scarlett replied to her.

It seemed like all of them are in the acting industry. We engaged in funny and embarrassing conversation, they even showed me some videos and pictures that they had saved in their phones. After a couple of hours, I was feeling a bit tired so I excused myself from the group and went back to our bed. 

Scarlett POV Once Y/N was out of earshot, our conversation died down. 

“How’s Y/N coping?” Chris asked. 

“She’s getting more frustrated by the day.” I replied.

“This is your chance to use what she taught you.” Lizzie suggested. 

“She didn’t teach me, she just spilled facts at random point of day.” 

“I wouldn’t go around telling people facts.” Jeremy stated and the rest nodded their heads in agreement. I shook my head at them before going up to check on Y/N. I saw her lying back against the door. She never sleeps during the day so she must be really tired, recovering from the accident. I pulled the duvet closer to her before heading back to the group.

Chris suggested they leave just in case they made too much noise and disturbed Y/N’s rest. They’ve been here for some time and have family and friends to return to. They all wished Y/N well before making a move. 

Now that it’s just Y/N and I in the house, I can’t help but feel the house is so quiet. Laughter used to fill the house regularly as we made a trail of mess. I missed Y/N shouting for my name as soon as she came back from work. Her giggles when she thought of something funny and I would have to tickle her until she tells me about it. She always notices when something was wrong or when I am feeling down and she makes it her mission to make me feel better. 

I didn’t even notice that tears were streaming down my face until Y/N called my name. “Scarlett? Are you okay?” 

I wiped my tears away. “Yeah.” And gave her a slight smile.

“You know, you don’t ask that question to someone who’s obviously doing fine. When you ask it to someone who seems to be struggling, and they say they are doing well, they are trying to think positively. ‘Fine’ means they have no energy to talk about it and want you to stop asking. ‘Not bad’ means that something’s definitely going on, but they don’t want to explain it to you.”

I let out a chuckle.

“What?” She furrowed her eyebrow in confusion.

“Nothing. It’s just, even now you are telling me all these facts. You were working as a psychologist before you got into the accident and you liked telling me all these facts.”

“I see.”

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I didn’t want Y/N to stay at home alone so I decided to bring her along with me to set. There hasn’t been much improvement other than acting in a similar way, she hasn’t remembered anything about her past. I felt bad making her stay in the trailer all day but she wasn’t going to do anything at home anyway. There’s more people around here to keep an eye on her in case anything happens even though Chris was the only person she’s met before. She doesn’t interact with anyone and sits in my chair while I am doing my scene. 

“We are going to have a team dinner, do you want to join?” 

“No. Just bring something back for me will do.” She got up and headed back to the trailer. I feel so useless not being able to help her. I know it’s hard for her but I feel so alone. 

Your POV Scarlett extended the invite to me but I didn’t feel like going. I was containing my anger the whole day and I felt if I went, I would end up lashing out at people and making a scene. I couldn’t stand it anymore, it felt like someone was taking sandpaper and rubbing it against my heart. How can I be a psychologist when I can’t even settle my own problem?

I screamed, taking whatever was near me and smashing it at the mirror, watching it break. Seeing all the numerous broken reflections of me as the glass shattered. The door slammed open and Scarlett looked at me in shock. 

“Oh my god! Y/N, are you okay? Are you hurt?” She pulled me away from the glass, concern evident in her voice.

“I’m tired Scarlett…” I let out a few tears from my eyes. “I’m tired of people’s expectations of me.” I held onto her shirt and cried onto her chest. “I can’t stand it. I don’t know… I DON’T KNOW WHO I AM….” I broke down and cried even louder. 

Scarlett POV “It’s okay, It’s okay. We’ve got time. You don’t have to force yourself to turn a certain way.” I patted her back as she cried even harder. I swayed her back and forth until her crying turned into occasional hiccups. 

“I- I thought you went out.” She managed to say, still not moving. 

“I couldn’t possibly leave you alone. Besides, I’ll feel lonely without you too. No matter how many people are around me.”

We continued for a couple of minutes before she managed to fall asleep in my arms. I picked her up carefully and set her in bed before cleaning the mess. I texted Chris to grab food for the both of us in case she wakes up in the middle of the night. 

We’ve been sleeping in the same bed but there’s an invisible line that we never crossed. This time, I wrapped my arms around her as she slept, I haven’t felt so comforted by her for so long. We haven't even held hands ever since her accident. I let myself sink into her touch as we both relaxed into the night.

I woke up the next morning and Y/N had already opened her eyes. “Sorry.” I let go of my hands around her.

“Kiss me.” She blurted.

“WHat?” 

“You’re my wife right? Kiss me. I felt like I almost remembered something when I woke up in your arms.” Since she requested it, I gave it to her. 

“Remember anything?” I waved my hands in front of her.

“I- I we met on another set. I was there to advise on medical terms. That’s all I remember.”

“That’s good. Baby step, we can work our way there.” I encouraged her. “It seemed like Chris left yesterday’s food on the table. Do you mind?” She shook her head and we sat down on the table to eat. I was happy not only because she remembered how we met, but our relationship was getting closer. 

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Ever since that day, she has been getting sporadic memories while we hang out. I’ll know she’s remembering things when she stops all of a sudden and she’ll tell me what she remembered after. She’s been smiling a lot since that day instead of pulling a long face. We’ve also gotten closer to the point where we are comfortable in each other presence.

We were sitting down on the couch watching a movie when all of a sudden she clutched her head, screaming in pain.

Your POV We were watching a movie when I saw flashes of red. I shook my head but it didn’t go away. I kept hearing ringing in my ears and I held my head and groaned. I screamed as screeching pain was shooting through my head and I held onto the arm rest that was about to break. All I saw was flashlight coming towards me and I jerked back and forth before landing upside down. 

All the energy left my body as I slumped on the couch, the last thing I heard was Scarlett calling my name. 

Scarlett POV I kept calling out her name but she’s not responding, she has never reacted in such a way before since she was discharged. I was getting worried because she seemed to be in a lot of pain. I was about to go and grab my phone when she flopped onto her side. 

“Y/N!” I checked to make sure she’s still conscious before lifting her legs to lie on the couch properly. I sat on the floor and leaned against the couch while waiting for her to wake up. We were doing so well, I hope nothing bad happened to her.

I heard her shift and I got up to look at her. “Y/N?”

“Scarlett?” She groaned.

“Are you okay? Are you feeling alright? Are you hurting anywhere?” A string of questions came out.

“I’m fine, I'm fine.” She tried to sit up so I helped. 

“I scared you didn’t I?” She said after taking a deep breath.

“Nooo.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You always put your hands in your pocket when you are lying.” I didn’t even realise that my hands were in my pockets and I took them out. 

“Wait… that means…” She smiled at me sheepishly. “You remember!” I pounced on her and she caught me in her arms. 

“Yes. I remember everything babe. I love you so much.” She gave me a quick kiss.

“I love you too.” I returned her the kiss and her nose scrunched up. “I was so scared when I heard you got into an accident. You were in a coma for a long time and I was so lonely after you woke up, you were like a different person…”

“I’m sorry for putting you through this.” 

“It’s okay, you’re here with me now.” I cupped her face. “And even if you’re not, I know it’s in there somewhere. You acted like yourself even if you didn’t know.” 

“You said I was observant, you are too.”

“Only for you.”

#scarlett johansson #mcu #actress #actor #memory loss #anger #scarlett x reader #fanfic #memories #my writing

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To Do List: Read Pisces by @wint3r-h3art

#attuma #talokan #wakanda forever #attuma of talokan #attuma imagine #actors #mcu attuma #talokanil #black panther #king namor #namor x y/n #namor #namor of talokan #namor x reader #namor fanfiction

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⎯ stories with song lyrics [requests are open/a request post]

Explanation: I was thinking about writing stories with some song lyrics I am in love with. Below, you can see these lyrics [some will be added as well from time to time] and characters/people’s name that I like and can write stories about them. So, you can message or ask me with a lyric [or more than one] and a specific character/person [it can be two character at one time a well]. Then, I will write it. ^^ Feel free to add your own imagination as well. Also, you don’t have to use lyrics to ask a requests.

Stories can be one-shorts, series, headcanons.

important notes: i really want to write about jk, tae [from bts], peter parker, wanda maximoff, and bucky barnes [from marvel], bats [from dc]. so, this ones will come sooner because i already have some ideas about them with some of these lyrics. so, you can request it as well or you can wait me for to write this without any request. ^^

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↬ for example: “I want to read a story about Jungkook with 1st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes with 41st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about peter parker  with 9th and 45th song lyrics.”

Warnings for requests: please identify what gender you want it to be; female reader or male reader and please describe what you want to read, so, I can really understand your wishes. ^^ [also, it can be an original character as you wish, will created by me of course.]

◆ Characters/People

⌑ dc ⌑

Bruce Wayne/Batman [every version of him, especially robert p.], Clark Kent/Superman, John Constantine [movie version]

⌑ marvel ⌑

Steve Rogers/Captain America, Peter Parker/Spiderman [tom h. and andrew g. versions], Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Loki, Thor, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlett Witch, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange

⌑ tv series ⌑

The Boys (2019-) Billy Butcher, Homelander, Soldier Boy, Queen Maeve

The Sandman (2022-) Morpheus/Dream/The Sandman, Corinthian/Nightmare

⌑ movies, movie series ⌑

Star Wars (not specific movie) Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Obi Wan Kenobi [tv series’ version as well]

Uncharted (2022) Nathan Drake - also game version too.

Twilight (all of them) Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen

In time (2011) Raymond Leon

American Psycho (2001) Patrick Bateman

John Wick (whole series) John Wick

The Prestige (2006) Alfred Borden

⌑ idols, actors, actresses ⌑

bts [especially jk & tae], chris evans, elizabeth olsen, sebastian stan, tom hiddlestion, tom holland, chris evans, robert pattinson     

◆ Lyrics

1. A little bit older. A black leather jacket. A bad reputation. Insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I said, “If you kiss me, I might let it happen.” ▸my oh my, camila cabello [m]

2. Our secret moments in your crowded room. They've got no idea about me and you. & Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off▸dress, taylor swift [m]

3. I'm not here for games. I told you what it is, you chose to stay, oh. Baby, you chose the pain. 'Cause you don't know me, you just know my name, oh ▸renegade, aaryan shah [dark theme]

4. You don't know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me▸under the influence, chris brown

5. Please understand that I'm trying my hardest. My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless. Anxiety is one hell of a problem▸consume, chase atlantic [angst]

6. Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it. Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it. Make you get down on your knees. Can't always havе what you please. This bitch ain't comin' for free & you know I carry a knife. You should be scared for your life. 'Cause you know I don't play nice▸oh mami, chase atlantic ft. maggie lindemann [m]

7. Don't worry, my hands. They're only warm for you. If I'm ruining you right now. Please forgive me. Because I can't live without you▸pied piper, bts

8. Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours. But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad? Pacify her. She's getting on my nerves. You don't love her. Stop lying with those words.▸pacify her, melanie martinez

9. And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me". I can't help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in control? ▸control, halsey [villain vibe]

10. There's parts of me I cannot hide. I've tried and tried a million times. Cross my heart and hope to die. Welcome to my darkside▸darkside, neoni [villain vibe]

11. And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight. But my hands been broken one too many times. So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude. Words they always win, but I know I'll lose▸another love, tom odell [angst]

12. Terribly like terrible, she's the villain. One as sweet as caramel, she's my saint. Think I'm getting butterflies, but it's really. Something telling me to run away▸inferno, bella poarch & sub urban

13. I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit▸boyfriend, dove cameron [from this lyrics, I am getting a big vibe of wanda x f!reader, so, you know what I mean]

14. I keep forgetting I should let you go. But when you look at me. The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight▸can’t remember to forget you, shakira & rihanna

15. Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots. Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night▸last friday night, katy perry

16. Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be usin' for the rest of my life ▸don’t blame me, taylor swift

17. Call me in the morning to apologize. Every little lie gives me butterflies. Something in the way you're looking through my eyes. Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive▸teeth, 5sos

18. Six feet tall and super strong. We'd always get along. Alright, alright. Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight. And not a minute late. 'Cause I don't like to wait, no. Kind and ain't afraid to cry. Or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like▸guy.exe, superfruit [fluff]

19. I'm in love with a fairytale. Even though it hurts. 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind. I'm already cursed▸bad blood, taylor swift [note for this one; I added these part but I will write with whole lyrics because this song’s every lyric is amazing for an au, or a love story]

20. And you're startin' to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?▸why’d you only call me when you’re high?, arctic monkeys [protective or possessive vibe]

21. But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened. And that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love. But you treat me like a stranger. And that feels so rough▸somebody that i used to know, gotye

22. Right now, I'm shameless. Screamin' my lungs out for ya. Not afraid to face it. I need you more than I want to▸shameless, camila cabello

23. We laugh together, we cry together. These simple feelings were everything I had. When will it be?. If I see you again. I will look into your eyes. And say, "I missed you"▸still with you, jungkook

24. She said, "Fuck me like I'm famous", I said, "Okay"▸slow down, chase atlantic [m]

25. You're too late. Had your girlfriend at my house for two days. Should be obvious, the reason she stayed with me▸too late, chase atlantic [m]

26. Where have you been? Do you know when you're coming back? 'Cause since you've been gone. I've got along but I've been sad▸reflections, the neighbourhood [angst]

27. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.▸dandelions, ruth b. [fluff]

28. You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you. You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget ▸heathens, twenty one pilots [dark theme, like mafia au]

29. But mama I'm in love with a criminal. And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical.▸criminal, britney spears [this one is like mafia au too]

30. Oh, dear diary, I met a boy. He made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart. Welcome to the life of Electra Heart.▸ bubblegum bitch, marina

31. Come on, don't be silly. I beg of you, stop. I'm sure that he doesn't reflect. What he really is▸ainsi bas la vida, indila [dark theme]

32. I can't be your Superman. Can't be your Superman & Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes. It's no secret everybody knows. Yeah, we fucked, bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes & I never loved you enough to trust you. We just met and I just fucked you▸superman, eminem [so much homelander vibe]

33. You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone. So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are. And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone. That's probably the reason that we get along▸mad hatter, melanie martinez [dark theme]

34. I'm tired of being home alone. Used to have a girl a day. But I want you to stay. ▸ lost in the fire, the weekend [playboy vibe]

35. We found each other. I helped you out of a broken place. You gave me comfort. But falling for you was my mistake.▸ call out my name, the weekend

36. Give it to me daddy, that's what she keeps screamin'. Give it to me daddy, She love the way I beat it.& Lights down low, time to get naughty. ▸lights down low, maejor ft. waka flocka flame [m]

37. You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for you. I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God. Be my help, be a savior who can.▸ train wreck, james arthur [angst, mainly]

39. We used to be close, but people can go. From people you know to people you don't. And what hurts the most is people can go. From people you know to people you don't ▸ people you know, selena gomez

38. One: Don't pick up the phone. You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone

Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

Three: Don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'

And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.▸new rules, dua lipa

40. Saw you there and I thought. "Oh, my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?" ▸blank space, taylor swift

41. I know I can treat you better than he can. And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me, why are we wasting time. On all your wasted crying. When you should be with me instead? ▸ treat you better, shawn mendes [love triangle vibe]

42. Only love can hurt like this. Must have been a deadly kiss & But every time you're there I'm begging you to stay. When you come close I just tremble. And every time, every time you go. It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul▸only love can hurt like this, paloma faith

43. I heard from a friend of a friend. That that dick was a ten out of ten ▸ need to know, doja cat [m]

44. Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely. Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely ▸ doin’ time, lana del rey

45. Baby, I'm a sociopath. Sweet serial killer. On the warpath. 'Cause I love you just a little too much ▸ serial killer, lana del rey [dark theme, dark!nat and wanda vibes or dark!mc/reader with a pretty boy like peter p.]

46. Guys my age don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Guys my age don't know how to touch me. Don't know how to love me good ▸ guys my age, hey violet [mature, sugar!daddy/mommy theme]

love, rose <3

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/perseprose/profile you can request in ao3 too. i will publish this in there too.

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