#brie larson one shot

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“Daddy’s good girl” Carol groans in your ear as she grips onto your hips as your bent over her desk with her thick girth strap fucking into you for the 5 time without you cumming, she wouldn’t let you “such a needy little girl” ruthless forcing her strap into to you moving her hands up your body, groping at your tits. The knot building in your stomach for the 6th time, it gets more and more tight until it’s just about to snap but carol stops all her movements, you need to cum you can’t not stop anymore, moving your hips back against her hoping for enough “such a need girl, beg for it” Carol smirks and you do, you beg with all you have feeling you need to cum more than anything you have ever needed before.

“Aww your so desperate huh? Daddy’s gonna breed this little pussy”

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

I Wanna Believe (that we're a masterpiece)

Pairing: Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Natasha seems to be unable to take care of herself, so Carol decides she will the one to do that

Disclaimer: English is not my first language

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The first time it happens, Carol had a small smile on her face while one of her hands held a piece of cloth to Natasha's shoulder, using the other hand to apply pressure from the other side. Natasha hadn't been shot, but one of the guys they were fighting against had pushed her through a window and, well, she got a small little cut.

"It's not small," Clint had argued after everyone joined the group when the fight was over. "It's pretty nasty, actually."

"I've had worse," was her reply and, well, she wasn’t lying.

Even so, Clint insisted that she put something to stop the bleeding and Steve had betrayed her when he said she looked a bit pale, and that's how Natasha found herself sitting at the back of a van while the team got back to the compound. Clint was driving and, usually, they would be the only ones there because everyone else could quite literally fly around, but Captain Marvel said she would ride with them to make sure Natasha would actually take care of her injury.

The redhead spent the first minute or two just staring at the other woman, wondering why she was there - not just the van, but Earth as well since she wasn’t known for spending too much time on her home planet before leaving again - but her resolve faltered when Clint's reckless driving made an appearance, making her jump when the car hit a hole. She hissed in pain and that's when Carol came forward to take a look at her shoulder. She had to slap Natasha's hand away, though with an amused grin, before deciding she was more fitting to the job of holding the cloth in place.

"It's not half as bad as you're all making it seem," Natasha complained after a moment, although her voice didn’t have the bite to it that she was aiming for.

Carol looked up, all bright brown eyes and a lopsided smile, and her hot breath hit the side of Natasha's face without her noticing it. The Russian woman did, though, and she had to make a conscious effort to keep her eyes locked into brown ones.

"Yes, we all know you will survive," Carol teased her. "But I also guess you don't have blood bags spreading around to use if you keep bleeding like this."

"I'm not bleeding that much," Natasha mumbled, only slightly irritated.

"Well, you're welcome."

Carol shrugged so nonchalantly that Natasha couldn’t do anything else other than laugh at the gesture. The blonde seemed content with the reaction she got and her eyes shined like the stars that the woman flew by every day in space. Her smile also widened and she looked smug for a second before Clint hit another hole, making them both jump.

"Guess you're right," Carol said, "you're in more danger of dying in a car crash in the next few minutes than from this wound."

Natasha didn’t reply, mostly because she knew she should actually fear for her life there. That's why she didn’t let Clint drive.

[...]

Alcohol, cotton and antiseptic were involved the second time. They were safe from Clint's driving, but Carol had followed Natasha to the bathroom when their post-fight meeting at the compound ended. They had won, once again, however not without throwing a few punches and being at the other end as well. Carol frowned when she saw Natasha entering the room with Captain America by her side, one side of her face already turning a sickening shade of yellow and purple. Her bottom lip was split, swollen as well, as half of her face was, but the woman didn’t seem even a little disturbed by that.

She endured all the talk, the jokes the boys liked to throw around, and then even helped Tony to set a few things on a computer before she walked out to the hall. That's when Carol followed her, making sure she would do something with her injuries. Natasha entered the hallway bathroom seconds later and, before she could close the door behind her, Carol stepped inside behind her.

"The hell?!"

"Let me take a look at it," Carol said before the redhead could actually start screaming at her.

Natasha, on the other hand, only scoffed as if the idea was too ridiculous to be considered. "It's just a bruise. It will heal just fine."

"Your lip is bleeding," the other woman pointed out without trying to hide her worry.

"Yes, that's what happens when someone punches you in the face," Natasha dismissed with an eye roll. "I'm sure you know."

"I know it can happen, yes," Carol answered slowly, "although I don't remember the feeling of it. It must be hurting, though."

Natasha didn’t answer her right away as she was expecting though. Carol was kind of waiting for the woman to snap again, but Natasha only looked at her with what seemed to be a curious expression on her face before she rolled her eyes again and turned to open a cabinet. She pulled a first aid kit from there and, making it look to be the hardest thing she ever did in her life, handed it to Carol, who just smiled happily at her. Moments later, the blonde was cleaning the blood from her chin with a wet cotton ball while holding her face with the other hand.

While her eyes focused on the injury, Natasha's eyes paid close attention to the superhero. To the crinkle between her brows while she was concentrating on the task in her hands, to the stray blonde hair falling down her face, to the strong shoulders beneath the red and blue suit, to the hands that were callous but handled her so gently. Natasha had a hard time thinking after that and, before she noticed it, Carol was pulling away from her with a smile.

"There!" She declared happily. "I think putting some ice on it will help with the swelling, so you should do that."

"I'm fine," Natasha said and immediately looked away when she noticed that her voice was just above a whisper. "Thanks."

"No problem. Just try to keep yourself in one piece next time, yes?"

[...]

She did try, Natasha could argue, but she was also working for the craziest team in the world and they deal with a lot of shitty situations.

So, of course, the third time happened not long after the day in the bathroom.

This time, she got a concussion after an explosion that threw her back several feet. She got up to her feet pretty fast and made sure she took down some of the bad guys before she could get too dizzy to do so. Steve made sure the fight was over while Natasha tried to hide the fact that the world around her was spinning, but she wasn’t so lucky when Carol approached her, already putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You okay?"

Her voice sounded distant, so very far away that it was almost like Natasha had her head underwater. The redhead tried to focus on the face in front of her - the worried eyes and the lips pursed in a fine line - but there were suddenly two Carols in front of her and it was hard to keep standing. Even so, she wasn’t about to say that out loud.

"Sure." She tried to push herself away, to put some space between them and to prove she was fine, but her body wobbled before she could get too far and, suddenly both of Carol's hands were holding her arms to keep her standing. "Do you work here now?" Natasha asked, trying to change the subject. "Like… all the time? Thought your office was, like, up space."

"The amount of times you said 'like' is all the answer I need, really," Carol said with just a bit of humor. "You need to sit down."

"No, I'm fine."

Which would've been a lie if she ever managed to finish the sentence, but, just as she opened her mouth, she felt the bile at the back of her throat. Carol noticed the way her face twisted and got a yellowish color, which gave her enough time to get out of the way when Natasha leaned forward and let all the contents of her stomach meet the floor.

"Okay," Carol drew the word slowly while her hand kept touching the back of the other woman, making sure she wouldn’t fall face-first on the floor. "Guess someone needs to lay down."

"I don't," Natasha tried to insist, but it only made Carol roll her eyes.

Natasha wasn't able to notice things around her or register the conversations that followed. If she did, she would have argued when Carol told Bruce that she needed medical assistance and she certainly wouldn’t have agreed when the superhero said it would be safer if Carol took her back to the compound. Natasha wasn't okay though and all she could do was grab Carol's arm to stop her from picking her up from the floor.

"I can walk," Natasha said.

Carol hesitated for a moment, looking at the woman up and down twice to be sure. "I don't think you can."

The redhead scoffed. "Watch me."

She took one step forward and then suddenly the world around her began to spin in a way that almost made her puke again. She didn't. Instead, the spinning came to an end when everything went black as she fell.

Natasha regained her consciousness slowly. She could hear a steady beep from a machine that she knew was measuring her heartbeats, she could feel a very uncomfortable bed she was lying on, she could smell the antiseptic. She knew she was in a hospital bed before she even opened her eyes, although she instantly regretted it when the white light above her made her eyes burn and her head hurt.

"Yeah, not very wise to do it now."

The voice came from her right side and Natasha turned her head to that direction before she could stop herself, glaring at the woman sitting beside her. Carol had her legs crossed on a chair, flipping through a magazine, and looking very mundane wearing some normal clothes for once. Jeans and a band t-shirt that looked old and worn out. Even if her head was hurting and her eyes teared up because of the brightness, Natasha still forced herself to look at Carol because… well, she was there and she was a sight that couldn’t be missed.

The blonde flipped the pages twice more before she stole a glance at Natasha. "Try not to move your head so much. It will make you dizzy."

Natasha tried to speak then, but her mouth felt dry as if there were a dozen cotton balls inside it. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on a single movement to wet her lips, although she knew it was useless. When she opened her eyes again, Carol’s attention had gone back to the magazine and Natasha didn’t have another option other than to look at her profile for a while. Her tense jaws, her frowned brows, the lack of her usual smile.

"You mad," she muttered in her raspy voice that made her throat burn and her lips crack a bit.

It wasn’t a question. She knew Carol was mad. It was pretty obvious. Even so, she saw the other woman sigh and close the magazine with a harsh movement before her hand raised to pinch the bridge of her nose as her eyes closed. It lasted just a short moment, but she seemed tired when she looked at Natasha.

"I should call for the doctor to check on you. I kinda forgot how this hospital thing works."

"Why?" Natasha asked.

"'Cus I can't get hurt, remember?" Was Carol's answer, but she was already at the door by the time she said it and Natasha didn’t have the chance to clarify she was asking why Carol was there.

The doctor entered the room alone a few minutes later, smiling politely, and Natasha had to endure several tests that the man wanted to make. He told her she had been out for only a few hours, mostly due to the sedatives, and that it was normal for her not to remember entering the hospital or anything like it. He also explained she had a bad concussion and a wound at the back of her head that, luckily, didn’t need stitches.

"It was a bad motorcycle accident," he commented after making Natasha follow the light at the end of his pen with her eyes for a while. "But you will be fine."

It only took her a moment to realize that was the cover story Carol had come up with since they couldn’t exactly say Natasha had survived a bomb explosion that some crazy dude used to try to stop the Avengers from getting him. So, a motorcycle accident it is. Well, Natasha was glad that most people would fall for any lie without too much questioning.

"Your wife had been very worried about you."

Natasha's eyes met his face so fast that her head spun again. "What?"

The man, who was writing down a few things on her chart, used his pen to point at the door that Carol left before. "Your wife. She had been pacing around the room and driving our nurses crazy with her questions." He didn't seem angry about it, though. In fact, he had a soft smile when he kept writing. "She was pretty scared when she entered the ER with you, from what they told me. Your head was bleeding pretty badly and she had to carry you with something to try to stop the blood."

"She's not my wife," was all Natasha could say to all of that.

Which, of course, earned her a stare from the man. He considered her words for a second, then he shrugged and started putting the chart back in its place at the foot of her bed. "Well, put a ring on it, then. And try not to do any tricks with a bike again, okay?"

He left and Natasha was only alone for a moment before the door opened again and Carol entered the room. "They want to hold you for the night to make sure you're okay."

"No," Natasha quickly replied.

Carol sighed. "I knew you would say that, so I told them we would like to leave. I suppose they're just doing some paperwork for that now."

Natasha felt her body relax a bit knowing she wouldn’t have to stay there for much longer, although it didn't last long when she noticed that Carol hadn’t moved far from the door yet. "What?"

"I'm not mad," the blonde said eventually. "You got me pretty worried."

"Sorry," Natasha mumbled.

"I asked you to stay in one piece." Natasha arched one eyebrow that said way more than her words ever could. Noticing the gesture, Carol sighed again. "I know you have to fight the bad guys and all, but… that's the third time I had to stop you from bleeding to death."

"I was hardly bleeding the other times," Natasha quickly argued.

"Well, this time you were," Carol interrupted her just as fast, her voice raising without her noticing it. She did once the last word was out and the blonde took a deep breath to regain control over her emotions again. "Just… rest for a while longer until they come to discharge you."

"Why do you care?" Natasha had asked when they were walking out of the hospital almost two hours later. She saw Clint waiting for them at the other side of the parking lot, but she didn’t know what possessed her to ask the question.

"Because I care about you," Carol replied calmly.

"Why?" Natasha pressed.

The blonde turned to face her with such serenity written all over her expression that Natasha couldn’t come up with any reply after what she said. "Is it too hard to believe that I just do?"

Natasha didn’t bother saying that no one else in her life had ever cared.

Somehow, she knew that Carol was aware of that.

[...]

The fourth time was a bit ridiculous, if Natasha was the one to say it.

She was cooking, something that wasn’t normal but also didn’t mean the world was ending.

Well, it could be ending because Tony, Steve and Bruce left a few hours prior to some mission, however, they said no one else needed to go with them. Clint had taken the opportunity to go spend some time with his family, which meant that Natasha would be the only one in the compound for the night. That’s what she thought when she walked to the kitchen to open the fridge and see what they had that could serve as a quick dinner. She was looking at a carton of milk, trying to find out if it had expired already or not, when she noticed someone was approaching her.

“Boo!”

Natasha didn’t even blink when Carol jumped inside the kitchen with her arms raised and a large smile that fitted her joyful little prank very well. The blonde froze for a second when she got no reaction from the other woman, but her smile didn’t falter when she walked closer to Natasha.

“I thought I could succeed with that one,” she commented when she leaned against the counter beside the fridge.

Natasha glanced at her for a second. “I am a trained spy, you know?”

Carol shrugged and reached out to grab an apple from the fruit bowl. “What are you doing?”

“Dinner,” the redhead replied as she watched the superhero bite down at the fruit.

It shouldn’t be a sexual gesture at all, but Natasha had to look away when she realized some dirty thoughts trying to break free. Carol was gorgeous, there was no denying that. Actually, anyone with functional eyes would be able to agree that she was beautiful. She was taller than Natasha, her arms filled her suit very well and she just had this energy on her that was hard to miss. She wasn’t wearing her suit that night, though, choosing a sleeveless tank top and loose sweat pants, with her hair pulled in a ponytail and bare feet touching the floor without a care in the world. The fact is that Carol Danvers was a gorgeous woman and Natasha had eyes, thank you very much, but the biggest problem was that they had been spending more time together since the blonde seemed to decide she would stay on Earth for a while. She wasn’t just gorgeous, Natasha didn’t take too long to notice. Carol was smart, brave, compassionate, charming, sarcastic and fun to be around. She could put up with Natasha’s smart mouth and they spent several nights playing chess or checkers, something that was way more fun than it should be.

It all meant that now Natasha was finding the act of eating an apple way sexier than she should and it bothered her so much that she had to look away and grab something else inside the fridge.

“Oh, sweet!” Carol exclaimed after she chew. “You’re making dinner?”

“Are you hungry?” Natasha asked instead of saying she was planning on eating whatever she found inside the fridge.

“Yeah!”

And that’s how Natasha found herself cutting things at the long-forgotten cutting board that she was sure Pepper put there for them. Carol tried to help at first, but Natasha took the knife from her hand when the woman accidentally cut through the first cutting board. After that, she sat at the counter again, as if the kitchen didn’t have dozens of chairs for her to do it, and chatted with Natasha while the other woman took care of everything.

“What are you going to do?”

“A Russian typical dish,” Natasha answered. “Raw fish with uncooked potatoes.”

Carol blinked. “Uh-”

The shorter woman looked up with a teasing smile. “I’m messing with you.”

“Oh,” Carol breathed out in relief, putting her hand against her chest when a laugh escaped her lips. “Wow, for a second I thought you were trying to kill me.”

Natasha shook her head in amusement and returned to her task of chopping some parsley. “I’m sure you ate worse things during your trips.”

“Well, yes, but I have high hopes here,” the superhero joked. “So, really, what are you cooking?”

“Golubtsi,” Natasha replied in perfect Russian to someone that didn’t even have an accent. “It is typical from Russia, actually. I think you might like it, but I will warn you that I haven’t cooked this dish for a very long time.”

“I’m sure it will taste great,” Carol said with a soft smile as she watched the woman.

“You made me curious,” Natasha changed the subject suddenly. “What’s the worse thing you ever ate?”

Carol thought about it for a moment, tapping her chin with a finger, before she looked back at Natasha with a grimace. “Not the worse, but the weirdest. Tentacles.”

The redhead arched one eyebrow at her. “Tentacles?” She repeated, receiving a nod in confirmation. “Of what?”

“To this day, I have no idea.” Carol’s face contorted in disgust and a visible shiver ran down her body, which made Natasha laugh lowly. “And I think it’s better if I never find out.”

“Poor Space Cadet,” Natasha teased as she moved to put the parsley inside a bowl so she could cut the onion.

“Space Cadet,” Carol scoffed even if she smiled widely at the stupid nickname.

Natasha only smiled to herself and moved to grab the onion, however, she stopped herself when she saw the jar of olives she took from one of the cabinets. She forgot about it before because her plans included eating the olives while she cooked, so she decided to open it now. Natasha used a cloth to dry her hands and then tried to spin the metal lid to open it, but it didn’t move even slightly. She knew she could open it, really, but her eyes caught Carol just sitting there kicking her legs like a small child and it was an easy decision. The redhead walked closer to the superhero and held the jar in front of her.

“I know I can use warm water to lose the lid and open it, but you’re here and I think you can be a perfect jar opener,” Natasha said before she gestured with the jar when Carol didn’t move to grab it.

The blonde then took it from her hand with an eye roll and had no problem opening the jar with a single movement that didn’t even make her muscles tense. She handed it back to Natasha, who was now smiling gladly at the open jar, and crossed her arms next. “Is that all I am to you?” She joked.

“No,” Natasha answered with an olive already inside her mouth. “I’m pretty sure you could open the tomato sauce can too.”

Natasha winked at her, smiling, then turned around to put the olives inside a small container while Carol huffed, trying to pretend she was mad. The Russian woman had just grabbed the knife again when she realized how domestic it all seemed. Carol watching her cook, opening a freaking jar for her, laughing at her lame jokes and just being there with her soft smile. And Natasha was cooking for her. And she thought about a dish that the woman would like, and she wanted to make small talk, and she wanted to find out everything about Carol Danvers.

Because she liked her.

As soon as that thought crossed her mind, the knife descended to cut the onion, finding her finger instead.

“Fuck,” Natasha hissed, letting go of the knife and the onion out of instinct as she took a step back to take a look at the damage.

Before she could, however, Carol jumped from the counter and was standing in front of her so fast that Natasha barely noticed her move. “Let me see,” the woman demanded, all joy gone from her voice.

She held Natasha’s wrist gently, praying for her to let her see, and the redhead didn’t have to think much before letting the woman take her already bloody hand in her own. The cut on her index finger wasn’t that deep, but blood was running freely from it and the burning she felt couldn’t be ignored. Carol tried to look at it for a while, but the blood didn’t let her assemble how bad it was, so she pulled Natasha towards the sink carefully, where she turned the faucet on and put Natasha’s finger under the running water.

“Sorry,” Carol mumbled when the other woman hissed again. “Just making sure you didn’t cut anything important.”

Natasha bit her bottom lip to stop herself from replying, deciding it was better not to try to fight the worried Carol since it didn’t do her any good the other times she tried. Carol only relaxed when the blood cleaned enough for her to see that Natasha hadn’t accidentally almost chopped her finger off and that it wasn’t so bad that she would need stitches. She actually sighed in relief and her shoulders relaxed so visibly that Natasha stared at her with her eyebrows raised.

“It won’t stop bleeding until we hold something on it,” Carol said after a while, already looking around to find something she could use. She finally saw the paper towel at a reaching distance, which she promptly grabbed to take a few from the roll. She took Natasha’s hand from the water and wrapped her finger with the paper towel, holding it tightly. “Come on, let’s make a bandage.”

“There’s no need for that,” Natasha stopped her before she could start pulling her towards the bathroom. “It will stop in a few minutes.”

“It could get infected,” the blonde argued.

Natasha looked at her with both brows raised high. “I thought you forgot how to take care of wounds.”

When Carol’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, Natasha just knew her answer would mean something. “I made some research,” she mumbled under her breath before giving Natasha’s arm a gentle pull. “Come on, let’s at least put a band-aid at it. Humor me,” she added when she noticed the other woman was about to deny it again.

It was perhaps the way her lips curled up again, but Natasha found herself agreeing with that even if she thought it was ridiculous. They walked to the bathroom where Carol grabbed the first aid kit that she knew was there, all while Natasha watched her moves carefully as if she was trying to understand something or crack one of the difficult codes she used to hack computers with. Carol tried not to pay attention to that while she grabbed something to clean the wound first.

“That’s the fourth time you bleed in my presence. I’m starting to pick up a pattern,” Carol joked to break the sudden heavy mood that fell on the room.

“Is that why you made research?” Natasha asked quickly.

Carol opened and closed her mouth a few times, clearly not sure how to respond to that, until she sighed and shrugged. She took the bloody paper towel from Natasha’s finger to put it under water again while she put the antiseptic on the cotton. “Well, I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to know a few things. I mean, I knew, I just had to remember. It has been a while since I needed stitches or a bandage.” She paused then, refusing to take her eyes away from the injured finger. “Humans are very… vulnerable.”

The last sentence was said in a whisper and Natasha wasn’t sure if she was supposed to hear that or not. She did, however, she had no idea how to reply to that. It wasn’t exactly what Carol said, but how she said it. Natasha knew from her late-night conversations with Carol over the chessboard that the blonde could only worry about the safety of her family while she was away in space, so she could assume that the superhero wasn’t talking only about herself getting constantly injured while Carol was around. Even so, it did seem like she was. Natasha averted looking at the other woman’s face when her stomach churned and it was only then that she realized Carol’s hands started to shake at some point.

“I’m going to be fine,” Natasha said. “It’s just a small cut, you know?”

When Carol looked up, Natasha offered her a smile that was equally reassuring and amused. The blonde held her breath for a second before she chuckled and turned to grab a band-aid. “Sorry. Guess I’m still a little shaken after taking you to the hospital,” she teased while placing the band-aid in the right place. “There you go. I’m not a doctor, but I think it’s safe to say you’re going to be just fine.”

“I told you so,” the Russian declared without removing her hand from Carol’s grasp. “You didn’t need to worry.”

“But I do.” Carol frowned and looked down. “I know you’re a very strong, capable woman that could probably kick my ass if you want to, but…”

Natasha waited for the rest of the sentence, but it never came. Instead, Carol brushed her finger over the band-aid. The shorter woman followed the movement with her eyes before she raised them to look at the woman standing in front of her. She wouldn’t be able to explain what possessed her to do it, but Natasha suddenly leaned forward. The tip of her nose brushed against Carol’s and she gave the woman enough time to stop her if she wished. Carol didn’t and she understood that as a sign that it was okay to keep going.

Their lips met in a soft touch that made Carol gasp. Natasha smiled into the kiss when she heard it and the smile quickly became a giggle, a sound that the redhead didn't make very often. Carol ended up laughing as well and their lips parted. Feeling giddy with the sudden feeling that rushed through her body, Natasha turned her head enough to rest her forehead against Carol’s shoulder. The blonde curled her strong arms around her waist, pulling their bodies closer, and Natasha felt the woman’s chest vibrate with another quiet laugh.

"It took you long enough to do that," Carol whispered.

Natasha felt her face heating up. "Why was I the one that needed to make a move, huh?"

"Because I didn't want to be punched in the face, that's why," the superhero replied.

Natasha sighed then and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to figure out everything that had happened, but her mind was immediately filled with doubts and fears. She couldn’t help but mumble: "What are we doing?"

Carol delicately nudged Natasha away so she could look at her face. It was either her bright eyes or the happy smile she was holding, but, whatever it was, Natasha felt some of her worries washing away. "Well, we were making dinner, remember? And I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"You're right," Natasha replied with a smile of her own. "Let's go back."

They walked back to the kitchen silently. They weren't holding hands and they didn’t kiss again, however, Natasha felt like something major had changed between them. It didn't make her uncomfortable, not even when she noticed Carol stealing glances at her while they walked. It made her grin, though, and she tried to distract herself by picking up the knife on the counter again.

"No, no, no," Carol stopped her quickly, taking the knife from her hand and nudging her to the side. "You need to take care of that finger of yours. I can handle it."

Natasha arched one eyebrow at her and placed both hands on her waist. "Not to be a jerk, but I don't think you can."

Carol laughed loudly this time. "I can!" She insisted, nodding. "Just give me the instructions and I will make it work."

"Please, don't destroy our kitchen," Natasha pleaded as she took a step back. To be fair, she was sure they would end up eating instant noodles because Carol wouldn’t be able to make anything, but she thought it would at least be fun to watch.

So, getting ready for the show, Natasha placed both hands on the counter behind her and pushed herself up, sitting in the same place Carol was before. For the next hour or so, she explained step-by-step the recipe to the blonde all while trying to make sure the entire compound wouldn’t be blown away.

"Taste it," Carol asked, coming closer to her with a spoon in her hand, putting the other hand beneath to make sure it wouldn’t fall on the floor.

Natasha let the woman put the spoon inside her mouth and felt a blush rising from her neck when Carol placed a hand against her tight, watching her expectantly for the verdict. "This is not bad," the redhead declared after a few seconds. "But it needs more parsley," she added.

"On it!" Carol exclaimed, already meaning to turn around to chop more of the parsley that was left, but Natasha quickly stopped her by wrapping her legs around the woman’s hips. Carol froze for a second, wide eyes and open mouth. "Oh."

Natasha only smiled when she put her hand on the back of Carol's neck to lean her in for their second kiss. It lasted longer than the first one, enough so that Carol found a place standing between Natasha’s leg to stay while both of her hands rest on the woman’s thighs, at the same time her lips seemed to tingle in excitement. Natasha kept her hand on Carol’s neck and her other arm thrown over her shoulder lazily, but her ankles crossed behind the blonde and her heart was beating way faster than it should be.

Now, Natasha wasn’t the romantic type. She didn’t believe in the type of love that could move mountains and oceans. Neither did she believe in kisses that made someone see stars behind her eyes. She did, however, felt her entire body buzz with something while her lips danced with Carol’s, the shiver that ran down her spine when their tongues met and the warmth getting lower into her body as Carol’s hands started moving forward.

It made Natasha think why on Earth it took so long for that to happen. She couldn’t remember why she had tried to keep her distance from Carol, why she was scared to feel anything when she saw the woman laughing across the chessboard, why she was trying to run away. It was hard to remember any of that when, at that moment, all she wanted was to get closer. Closer and closer and closer.

The tip of Carol’s hands had just touched the inside of her thigh when Steve’s deep voice was heard all across the compound and the two of them jumped apart so fast that it was like they burned each other. Natasha jumped from the counter while rubbing at her lips with the back of her hand, even if Carol wasn’t wearing any lipstick for it to be smeared all over her face. She didn’t allow the blonde to say anything, though, because she turned around and left the kitchen so fast that she nearly bumped into Bruce on her way out.

 

[...]

It was a bad idea.

Terrible.

She made a list, which sounded a bit idiotic of her, but it helped her to think more clearly.

Well, it became quite clear that it was a terrible idea.

For one, Carol traveled a lot. Which, okay, fair, it was a stupid reason because all of them traveled a lot, to be fair, but they traveled on Earth. Carol took her spaceship - or whatever she wanted to call it - and she flew across the galaxy jumping from one planet to another. She had been doing that for decades. She was barely on Earth at all, which made her constant presence at the compound the last months ever weirder, but that part didn’t make it to the final list.

Carol was also old. Well, that wasn’t the problem per se because Carol didn’t look a day older than thirty, and that was the thing. Carol wasn’t a normal human, not anymore. She didn’t age like everyone else. It would come a time when Carol would still be young and energetic while all of them - except for Thor - would be all wrinkled and grumpy.

And, fine, those were the only things Natasha could think to put on the cons list, but they were big deals. Huge, she reasoned with herself. Which meant that she ignored Carol for the next two days like she had an alien plague or something. She moved out of the way, she avoided being in the same room as her, she stayed more time inside her room and she didn’t wander into the training room because she knew that’s where Carol spent most of her days. Instead, Natasha locked herself inside the computers room with Tony and tried to think about anything else.

It, of course, didn’t explain why, on the third day, she found herself walking angrily toward an oblivious Carol standing across the yard while putting a few things inside her ship.

“What are you doing?!” Natasha exclaimed, still several feet away, which made the other woman jump a bit in surprise.

“Uh-” Carol looked around in confusion as she watched the shorter woman striking at her like a very, very, very, angry train. “Putting clean socks inside the-”

“Why?” Natasha interrupted her as she finally stopped in front of the woman.

Carol glanced at her, then back to the socks she had in her hands, before setting on Natasha again. “Because all the other ones are dirty?”

Natasha huffed. “So, you’re leaving?”

“Well, I suppose,” the blonde answered hesitantly.

“That’s great,” the Russian sarcastically scoffed. “That’s exactly what I was avoiding before.”

“What?”

“This!” She motioned with her hands at Carol. “All of this!”

Carol looked down at herself in such an innocent way that Natasha felt her heart pang inside her chest. When she looked up again, Carol had a frown and clear confusion written all over her face. “I’m sorry, Nat. I don’t understand.”

“You’re leaving.” Natasha very suddenly lost all fight inside herself. Her shoulders dropped, as did her voice, and she looked up at Carol so lost that the blonde took a step toward her. “You’re leaving,” she repeated in a whisper.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Carol confessed equally quietly.

“Why would I want that?”

“Because you have been avoiding me for days now.” The superhero raised one eyebrow in questioning. “I thought you wanted me to be gone.”

Natasha sighed heavily and raised her hands to grab a handful of Carol’s suit. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to push the woman away or pull her close, and, in the end, she did both. “I don’t want that.”

“What do you want, then?” She didn’t get a reply. All the redhead did was shake her head and look down, which made Carol take a deep breath before gently placing her fingers under Natasha’s chin to make her look back up. “Nat…”

“I can’t ask you to stay,” the woman admitted with sorrow clear in her voice. It made Carol’s heart break into small little pieces. “I can’t ask that from you. It would be selfish of me, because you love the space. You’re the Space Cadet.” She said the last line with a small smile.

“I can’t ask you to go with me,” Carol replied. “Your family is here.”

“But do you?” Natasha looked up with her eyes shining with what appeared to be tears she refused to drop. “Do you want to ask me to go with you?”

Carol nodded without having to think about it first. “I wouldn’t want anything else,” she declared. “I stayed here because I didn’t want to stay away from you.”

“Why?”

This time, Carol smiled. “Is it too hard for you to believe I just wanted to?”

Natasha sighed and shook her head in exasperation. “Yes because the most exciting things around the last months were you keeping me from bleeding around.”

“You are very frail, you know?” The blonde whispered after a pause and her hand raised to rub at the scar left on Natasha’s shoulder. “You’re powerful and dangerous, but you’re also human. I’m afraid something will happen to you and that I won’t be able to do a single thing about that.”

Maybe that’s what was on Carol’s list, Natasha thought to herself. It made her think if Carol even thought this through before deciding she wanted to spend more time with Natasha because that lead both of them with a lot to lose and not much to be done about it.

“In our world,” Natasha started after she looked too long into Carol’s eyes, “where anything can happen at any time, I think we should all live our lives to the best of it.” She paused to let her words sink in, but also because she was repeating those words inside her head over and over again. “I won’t ask you to stay,” she repeated.

“That’s okay,” Carol replied quietly. “You don’t have to. I’m offering to.”

“And, just so you know, I’m not usually that clumsy.”

Carol chuckled now, curling her arms around Natasha’s waist without a care as to who might see them. “That's a relief to hear, actually. If we’re making confessions, you should know I snore.”

Natasha’s laugh filled the space around them and Carol was sure she made the right decision.

[thetequilatragedies]

I would love it if my manager stopped trying to add me from fake accounts. I’m here on Monday. Chill, Tim.

[oizysian]

XI. LET HER GO

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All Eyes on Me masterlist

•

CELEB NEWS

Elizabeth Olsen was spotted, once again, on a 'date' with the mysterious Y/N. Olsen, 33, is married to Milo Greene band member Robbie Arnett, who was in Los Angeles at the time.

Olsen and Y/N were seen getting chummy at an ice cream parlor in New York City.

Not much is known about Y/N, as she seems to be very private despite being an Internet personality. She seems to get along well with the Marvel actress and her co-stars, as Y/N was also spotted hanging out with Brie Larson, better known as Captain Marvel.

•

"Shit."

I bit my lip as I read and re-read the article, again and again as if it would magically change before my eyes. Now, this was bad.

I sat in silence, staring at my phone clenched tightly in my hand. We really fucked up this time. I really fucked up this time.

Maybe if I just ignored it, it would go away, cease to exist, disappear.

My phone vibrated, a text message appearing at the top of my screen. Brie, obviously having seen the article, and god knows how many others, wanted to know what was going on. No wonder she was confused, I had been so adamant about keeping my relationship with Lizzie strictly platonic, that now that the lines were blurred, publically, I had a lot of explaining to do.

I scratched my head in frustration, hoping the sensation of my nails against my scalp would distract me from yet another mess I got myself into. Why did I have to go and screw everything up?

It's just a misunderstanding.

I finally replied to her, and it was true. It hadn't been a date and the flirting had just been innocent fun between friends. Now to explain this to everyone else.

What did it matter what the world thought anyway? Lizzie and I both knew what was going on. Rumors and gossip just came with the territory and it was something I had to get used to.

My phone went dim with inactivity and I sighed. I should be talking to Lizzie about this. She was the married one - she was the one who had the most to lose. Her marriage, her reputation was all at stake here.

The ringing of my phone caused me to nearly jump straight out of my skin. I took a deep breath and checked who it was before answering.

Lizzie.

Shit, shit, shit, okay, I could do this.

I cleared my throat and picked up, waiting a beat before finally speaking.

"Hello?"

"Y/N," she was crying. "We need to talk."

"Lizzie," I was panicking now. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Robbie and I had a fight."

I swallowed roughly, my stomach turning at her words. I could feel the bile of sick rising up my throat as I processed her words.

It was all my fault.

"Lizzie, I-I'm sorry." I was silent as she cried on the line. "I'm sorry."

"I told him we're just friends, but he doesn't believe me."

Of course he doesn't. He would have to be an idiot to ignore the signs of an affair, even an emotional one. But, we weren't having an affair of any kind. We were just very friendly with each other.

"I don't know what to do." I felt helpless.

"Just ... just talk to me."

"Okay." I breathed in. "I can do that. I can talk."

She let out a small, broken chuckle and I couldn't help my heart fluttering at the sound. Even at a time like this, I could still make her laugh - even if unintentionally.

"Where are you?"

"I'm home. I got home yesterday." She sniffled. "I just can't believe he won't listen to me."

"Give it time. You didn't do anything wrong." Right?

"But, it looked wrong. And now my husband doesn't trust me."

The sick that built up in my throat nearly shot out at the severity of her words. I was ruining her marriage by playing games with her. I couldn't do this. I couldn't hurt her like this.

"Lizzie ..." I could feel the tears burning the corners of my eyes, like pinpricks. "I need to go."

"What?" She sounded so small, so hurt.

"I don't think you want to ruin your marriage over someone like me."

"W-what? Y/N, no don't do this, please -!"

"Goodbye, Elizabeth. It's better this way. I promise you'll be happier."

"No, no, Y/N!"

I hung up. I couldn't bare to hear her like that, knowing it was all my fault and that I caused such trouble between her and Robbie. We were just friends. We were.

I brought up my text messages, tapping quickly on Brie's name and typing.

I'm an idiot. I was foolish to think I could be someone special to her. I was foolish to put myself in this position. I ended it. She needs her husband more than she needs me.

It sounded as if we were having an affair. God, it did look bad. I needed time to myself. I needed to get high. I had to forget everything and make all the pain and suffering go away, just for a little while.

What have you done?

I ignored the incoming call from Lizzie, letting it ring until it went to voicemail. I could do this all day if I had to.

I let her go.

My phone rang again, this time it was Brie.

"Hel-"

"What happened?" She cut me off, getting straight to the point.

"We were seen in an ice cream shop -"

"Yeah, I know that part."

I ignored her.

"- and now Robbie thinks she's having an affair."

"Isn't she?"

"No! She-she's not! She didn't do anything wrong."

"But you did?"

"Yes." My voice was small and broken.

"What did you do that she didn't?"

"I ..." What did I do? I wasn't even sure anymore. "I made her -"

"You made her what? See that you're a great, fun person to be around? That maybe you're someone she could trust?"

"It's all 'maybes', Brie!" I was tired. So tired. "Maybe I was just a fun little distraction - who knows!"

"Y/N, you're upset. I get that. But, pushing her away isn't the answer."

"Then what is?! What could be the solution to this fucked up mess?”

"Talking things out."

"I don't want to talk. I want it to go away."

"You're an idiot if you leave it like this." She warned, and I knew she was right. But, Elizabeth's happiness meant more to me than my own.

"Then I'm an idiot."

•

@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp @dorabledewdroop @scarlie-johalsen-blog @annie-ahmelia

[whoiwanttoday]

Hey guys, Happy Valentine's Day. Or Wednesday as it is also known. I know this can be a loaded day for people in a lot of ways and I'd love to tell you that's just the crushing weight of societal expectations and you should just ignore all that because the meaning things have is what you make of it but here's the thing, I have never been able to achieve that bit of self actualization myself so I am not going to put any of that on you. It's a day, I've had less than pleasant ones as well, sorry if you have that as well. But tomorrow is a new day so you can survive this one. Hell, don't even survive it with dignity if you don't want, go ahead and rail against it if it makes you feel better (it wouldn't make me feel better because I'd cringe to think about it later but you do you). Anyway, that's all the lead up to me posting Brie Larson and you might wonder what she has to do with Valentine's Day. Well… I felt like posting her today so she'll be forever associated with the day I assume in the minds of millions from now on. She's in New York for Fashion Week stuff and I think she looked good and so here she is. I think she's single at the moment and while I'd love to encourage any of the lonely hearts out there to shoot their shot I am actually going to tell you not to do that. Don't slide into strangers DMs, it's a little weird. Or do, I'm not the boss of you but Brie Larson probably doesn't want creepy messages. Today I want to fuck Brie Larson.

[princess-from-another-galaxy]

The jumbled thoughts I had while watching Fast & Furious X, as someone who didn't watch any Fast and Furious movies before:

SPOILERS

- Car chase and machine guns within the 1st 10 minutes. Perfect. Exactly what I came here for.

(Did they film the initial rio scenes in portugal??? The extra's Brazilian accent was almost as weird as Joaquim de Almeida's lol)

-"The big strong man is having feelings" my friend when Vin diesel looked constipated while talking to Michelle Rodriguez

-If I didn't already know I was bisexual, Charlize Theron and Jason Mamoa's confrontation would make sure I became aware of it

-Jason momoa licked the knife and my friend and everyone else groaned. I proclaimed myself in love with him. I don't think I'm ever gonna live this down

-The truck flipped, and they willingly crashed into it. How are none of them dead?????

-I love Jason momoa's character. I really do.

-How tf is Vin diesel still alive???????

-How is anyone still alive!!!???

-I hope the cop dies (Aimes). Kill him brie

-Me watching Mia kick the asses of armed men "I love women"

-John Cena?!?! I literally yelled I'm the movie theater btw

-Shots 😂😂 I love Brie Larson

-What exactly is the plan brie?????

-Why is daniela melchior speaking with a Brazilian accent???? Why are Portuguese actors pretending to be Brazilian???

-Ludmila?!?!?!?

-Oh, Dante is crazy crazy. God, I love him

-Pete Davidson?!?!??!?!

-Really?? C'mon Michelle (Letty), priorities

-As a portuguese person, I'm very proud of the fact that the best moments of this movie take place in portugal.

-This is also the 1st time I've ever worried about the consequences of what happens to the country and the people that live there during an action movie.

They blew up the dam and now the entirety of Northern portugal is without power.......... fuck these guys.

-Aimes still working with Dante after 10 years and never trying to double cross him for more power (as is implied) sounds very gay to me and my friend. I ship it now. Love me some villainous gays!!

-My friend watching them leave the river: "good for them cause it's not everyone that leaves the Douro alive"

-Gal gadot?!? I read somewhere she dies In another movie. Does anyone die in this???

-The rock!!!!!!

-That's it?!?! Where's the rest of it???????

All in all:

Silliest thing I've ever seen in my life. I can see why people like it and will definitely be watching the next ones and binge watching the ones before!!

[babs-babbles]

Reasons why I ship Tess and Isabel from Fast X (spoilers?? If you like f&f)

- Brie Larson

- they had 1 scene together and didn't even exchange words

- Daniela Melchior

- Their cocky personalities are everything and would be so powerful together. Especially Isa's challenging Tess's

- Brie Larson and Daniela Melchior

- "maybe we can be lonely... together?" Vibes.

- Then cue the iconic "because of family" pipeline showing them they belong somewhere. Officially part of the family and they can be snuggled up together at the bbq

- Tess literally has nowhere to go after she gets shot, so she definitely stays with Isabel. In her house. Where there's one bed.

- or they're able to sneak out of Brazil and hide out to lay low for a while. Maybe one of Mr Nobody's secret locations. Together. Aloooone.

- their outfits scream lesbianism

- Isabel is so lesbian coded

- Isa wears like a million rings + nose piercing + tattoos and Tess has a million ear piercings/cuffs

- Isabel's caring nature flaring up when Tess needed help

- Black cat and golden retriever girlfriends

Bonus: I'm calling their ship name "Tessabel" and isn't that just cute

[the-widow-sisters]

Okay, so I just finished the Captain Marvel MPower episode...

I have literally so, so many thoughts about this and I am literally gushing, so just be ready when you move under the cut.

But before the cut...

THEY SAID CAPTAIN MARVEL WAS THE MOST POWERFULLLLL!!!!!!!

Okay, now that I’ve gotten it out of my system, please proceed under the cut for more Carol fangirling/obsessing.

Gosh, where do I even start....

The fact that Brie Larson was an absolute queen when training for this role? I mean, this girl was pushing cars, climbing mountains, flying in a real freaking jet?!!! And she kept a smile on her face the whole time, handling it like the true hero that she is 🥰🥰🥰

And then when it got time for them to talk about Maria and Carol..... 

My gosh, I literally was grinning like an idiot. Their relationship is not romantic. It’s friendship. It’s love that you have for another person without romance required. It’s one of the purest kinds of love you can have. It’s platonic and it’s beautiful. Brie said that the love of Carol’s life is her best friend, and she truly could not have phrased it more beautifully. 

And then there was that little extended cut where they were showing Carol and Maria’s hug after Carol had the flashbacks of who she was before, and Maria’s little “I got you” had my heart positively melting. 

Maria and her were so, so sweet, and it was so nice to hear validation of the understanding that I’ve always had regarding the nature of their relationship. They’re best friends, and sisters even and they have such a deep bond that completely moves past the idea of the romantic. It eclipses that and pulls them into a league all of their own. A relationship doesn’t have to be romantic for two people to be insanely close and hold each other in the highest esteem and as their number one.

And don’t even get me started on Akira Akbar’s portrayal of Monica and just her relationship with Brie. Granted, I only got one little shot, but you perfectly can see just how sweet Brie is with her and how that truly is her little Monica 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Monica is literally her baby, and I cannot wait for her to meet with her in their upcoming movie. They’ve got to fix this rift between them and I need to see some hugs, Marvel 😤

And then there’s that part of the movie where Carol says “My name is Carol” with the tear rolling down her cheek? Brie did that. She brought that side of Carol forward, showing her emotions and the beauty of combining ultimate power with ultimate vulnerability. It was truly an artful moment with so much depth that so many people seem to overlook in favor of calling Carol “too emotionless.” 

Carol had emotions. People try to claim that she’s too cocky or something, but to that, I say look at Tony. He’s the most arrogant of them all, and somehow a ton of people excuse it and love him. Steve was arrogant in his own way. He was closed-minded and unable to understand reality for the sake of his own idealism. I love both of these characters dearly, but you can’t make exceptions for these and condemn Carol when Carol wasn’t even as arrogant as them. 

Carol had a sense of cockiness to her, sure, but it was not overwhelming to the point that she walked around like she had the whole universe in the palm of her hand (like she definitely did). It was actually even cute in a way. Many people actually seem to confuse her lack of knowing how to work on a team as arrogance when she simply just did not have that much experience with working with others often.

Carol is so inspiring and Brie, too. She’s literally the perfect pers on to play this role, and she truly brings such a real and human quality to this character. She is this character. She has put her heart and soul into Carol and even though she says that she’s simply a conduit for a concept, she truly is Carol in so many ways. 

I mean... if she wasn’t that awesome, then why in the world did Airforce enrollment of women go up by 50% after the release of Captain Marvel? Like I said, she’s an inspiration and truly the best actress to play this role. Carol’s my favorite character, and I will be eternally grateful for Brie’s incredible ability to bring her to life in such a meaningful and powerful way.

Which brings me to another of my most favorite points of all.

Carol being confirmed as the most powerful character in the MCU was extremely gratifying for me. I’ve been saying this forever, and while so many people want to get upset about that and argue that Wanda or Thor or someone is most powerful, it comes down truly to seeing it for what it is. I love Natasha. She’s one of my most favorite characters, but I have the ability to see that Carol could mop the floor with her if she wanted to. Carol could mop the floor with pretty much any MCU character with the greatest of ease. She faced Thanos effortlessly and he had the full glove of Infinity stones. Of course she’s going to be the most powerful. She may be my favorite, but I can view it with enough objectivity to know that she is truly the most powerful character of all.

So many people are going to hate her even more now that it’s confirmed that she’s indisputably the winner in terms of power. But I love my strongest and most powerful Avenger 💫💫💫⭐⭐⭐⭐✨✨✨✨

[amazingdudesblog]

Ruby Gillman: The Call of the Leviathan (Sequel Fanfic Idea)

Summary: After getting precognitive nightmares about the Leviathan, a giant mighty mythical sea snake feared by all, Ruby Gillman soon learns that she has made the grave mistake of indirectly releasing the beast from its ancient magical bonds. The task to undo this mistake is not an easy one by a long shot, and the key to it working is an alliance so shocking and unorthodox that it may just be insane enough to work. If this mission does not go according to plan, it may lead to the destruction of everything Ruby holds dear in her life. No pressure, right?

Possible Casting

Chelsea’s grandfather - Willem Dafoe, Alfred Molina, Kurt Russell, Bryan Cranston, Michael Douglas, Dennis Quaid, Christopher Lee, Ian McKellen, Stephen Lang, Clancy Brown, J. K. Simmons, John Goodman, Chris Sarandon, Dustin Hoffman, Gary Oldman, Jeremy Irons, Anthony Hopkins

Chelsea’s crush - Ayo Edebiri, Keke Palmer, Zendaya, Halle Bailey, Riele Downs, Letitia Wright, Kiersey Clemons

Nerissa - Kathryn Hahn, Catherine O’Hara, Margot Robbie, Kristen Bell, Helen Mirren, Donna Murphy, Maya Rudolph, Sandra Bullock, Allison Janney, Angelina Jolie, Scarlett Johansson, Elizabeth Olsen, Karen Gillan, Brie Larson, Cameron Diaz, Kristen Schaal, Christine Baranski, Molly Shannon

Soothsayer Eel - Wanda Sykes, Michelle Yeoh, Jamie Lee Curtis, Artemis Pebdani, Bette Midler, Julie Kavner, Angela Bassett, Sandra Dickinson, Kathryn Hahn, Catherine O’Hara, Leslie Uggams, Kristen Schaal, Jennifer Saunders, Awkwafina

The Leviathan - Peter Cullen, Tony Todd, Keith David, Benedict Cumberbatch, Ron Perlman, Kevin Michael Richardson, Christopher Lee, Greg Baldwin, Mark Hammil, Ken Page, Andy Serkis, Gary Oldman, Jeremey Irons, Giancarlo Esposito

[sapphic-swiftie13]

After an award show

I've got to be honest with you guys, this might be the horniest text I've ever written.

My excuse for that is that I'm hormonal and horny, because of my period.

I am so sorry for Brie Larson if she ever comes across this text. I'm sorry Brie, I really am.

I also hope this text makes up for the last one-shots that were really short.

Okay bye, I need to take a cold shower.

This was your first time ever attending an award show. It was quite scary if you were completely honest with yourself. To your advantage, you had Samuel L. Jackson by your side. He was your costar, and he had also turned out to be a good and close friend. Someone you could turn to for anything. Advice, and help, no matter the issue, he was always there to talk to.

"There is so many people here... goddamn," you said nervously, clinging to his arm.

"Don't worry... they'll all soon find their seats, just like we will," he reassured you.

Letting out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in, you followed him, until you finally could sit down. Looking around, you could see all these famous actors and actresses talking and laughing.

            They really did have a good time. But you couldn't. You knew that there was a slim chance you could end up winning an award, and it scared you, to stand up at the big stage having to tell a speech, which you hadn't prepared in the slightest.

Noticing that nearly all the women wore dresses made you anxious, it felt like you blended too in with the men as you wore a suit.

You took out the flask you had stashed in your pocket and drank from it, the burning sensation in your throat gave you something else to think about.

"Are you feeling okay?" Samuel asked, immediately laughing when you started drinking even more.

"No, I can't be here sober... it's giving major anxiety vibes... I know."

"I'm also getting 'major alcoholic vibes' from the flask you've been carrying all this time."

            "Oh god, you're too old to say major and vibes in the same sentence..."

"What? You're the one teaching me about what all the young people are doing and saying..."

You only laughed in response, feeling more relaxed as the alcohol slowly entered your bloodstream.

"So, now we just sit here and wait?" you asked, as you noticed Scarlett Johansson passing by.

"Oh my god... did you see her?"

"Who?"

"Scarlett motherfucking Johansson!" you squealed, too loudly for your own liking.

You looked Samuel right in the eyes, and said, "y'know, she is so fine, her smile, and those gorgeous eyes, like, I can't, I'm fangirling too much... she is so beautiful."

Samuel looked at you in disbelief.

"Gay awakening right there, like, if you didn't feel yourself getting warm and flustered as you stared at her on the big screen in a movie theatre, then you're a weirdo. A legend, an icon, and utterly stunning, is what she is!" you rambled on, forgetting where you were.

Someone cleared their throat right beside you, and you slowly looked up at them.

"You called my name?"

"Oh, God... shit. I am sorry."

She just laughed at your response. "No, no, it's fine! Glad to have helped you figure out your sexuality... you're looking quite attractive yourself, especially in that suit."

She flashed you a smile, winked at you and walked away swaying her hips. You slowly leaned back in your chair, praying that no cameras caught that embarrassing moment.

Samuel sat beside you laughing until he couldn't breathe, coughing, tears welling in his eyes.

"Are you sure she isn't your crush?" he said in between coughs, grinning from ear to ear.

"She isn't anymore... but believe me, she was my celebrity crush for quite some time."

"Mhhmmm..." he muttered out, unconvinced.

He tried to look where you were currently looking. Trying to see any faces he might recognize, that could be your type.

"Who is it then, your celebrity crush?" he asked smiling.

"If I told you that, then I'm never living it down."

"Oh, come on... give me a hint at least."

"It's.... a woman."

"No shit, sherlock. You're the gayest person I've ever met."

"You like women more than men like women... do you get that, that's some next level shit..." he said, stating facts.

All you did was laugh.

"True... true..." you mumbled, as the host walked out on stage.

All the talking from around the big room died down, and soon every head was turned in the direction of the stage.

A lot of famous names were said, but only a few of them won awards. Leading actress was far out of your reach, so you sat comfortable in your seat.

            Then it happened. There was not a lot of categories left, but of course, this one, you had been nominated for, the words Rising Star popped up on the big screen. Then the image of yourself, another actress, and two actors came up right under the text. You looked absolutely terrified. Your hands were getting sweaty. This was it.

"Now or never..." Samuel whispered, taking ahold of your hand.

Then your heart stopped.

The host said your name.

Your hand was squeezed softly, and Samuel stood up, pulling you with him.

In shock, you stood there with your mouth open, not believing your ears.

You didn't think you were going to win.

You hadn't prepared a speech, or anything.

Samuel pulled you in for a big hug, and you hugged him back, feeling his safe and secure arms around you pulled you back to reality.

All around you people clapped, congratulating you.

The director patted your shoulder, and grinned at you. All you did was smile, in pure shock.

Then Samuel put both his hands up in the air, and you hit them both, giving him the high ten in pure joy.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and walked towards the stage, guiding you.

Once you stood on the stage, you didn't really know what to say.

Nervously you walked up to the microphone, and Samuel gave you a thumbs up as he started walking back to his seat. "Come here!" you whispered at him, scared shitless by the lights that were shining at you.

"This is your award!" he whispered back, as you were internally freaking out.

"Well, I'm going to shit my pants! Get your ass over here unless you want to deal with that mess and clean it up."

The audience laughed. You only got more nervous. The microphone had picked your words up.

"You've got this!" Samuel reassured you, smiling, and now you actually let him go back to his seat.

You sighed before looking out at all the other actors and actresses, overwhelmed by how they all looked at you.

Then the host came over with your award, and you nervously thanked him as he gave it to you.

"I don't know what to say... I didn't prepare for this, at all..." you said into the microphone, voice quavering.

You pulled out your flask and chugged down the rest of the burning liquor.

"Oooh, that stings..." you stated, as you carefully hid it again.

Samuel laughed, grinning from his seat.

"Wait is that allowed, to drink on live television?!" you asked, getting even more nervous.

"Fuck, I probably shouldn't have done that... shit, am I allowed to say fuck? No wait... sorry... can I swear?" you asked, looking out at the crowd with fear in your eyes.

Once again, the audience laughed, but even louder this time.

The panic on your face getting clearer by each second that passed.

"Okay.... well, uh, first off, I have to thank the director, the producers and the whole crew, everyone behind the cameras, and in front of them. Thank you to Samuel L. Jackson, for helping me while filming the movie, thank you for all the laughter and the smiles that you repeatedly put on my face. Thank you to my parents, for supporting me, and letting me stand here and embarrass myself! Thank you to all the fans that watched the movie, both in theatres and in the comfort of your own home... Thank you for making this possible, I wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for you guys!" you said, as your nerves slowly but surely disappeared.

"Now... is there a bar nearby? I need more alcohol, or else I'm going to drop-kick a child. Sorry, that was a joke. I do in fact not hate children...... that much," you joked, with a deadpan face, making the crowd burst out in laughter.

As the laughter was dying down, you walked down the stairs with the award in your hand.

When you had gotten far enough from the stage, you ran toward Samuel, in a hurry to get to your seat again.

"That was good! You did great!" he reassured you as you sat down in your chair.

"You really think so?"

"Of course!" he beamed at you.

When they had put ads on for television, all the people started moving, finding other groups to chat to.

"You said that you were thirsty? Was that also a joke?" Samuel asked you, with a smirk.

"No, I definitely need more alcohol..."

"Well, let's find us some..." he said, standing up.

Once again you were following him, feeling lost like a puppy.

You finally came to a stop when Samuel had snatched two champagne glasses from a cater that walked by.

"Finally..." you said and took a sip of it.

Then you spotted her. Your celebrity crush, in the flesh, walking towards you, only a few meters away from where you were currently standing. You were now choking because of the champagne that had went down your airway by mistake as you were caught off guard.

Samuel patted your back, and looked in your direction as you coughed, trying to play it off.

"Are you serious?"

"What?"

"She's your crush..." he said loudly.

You smacked him in the arm with your award. "Hush!"

"I know her! We've acted together countless times! She's a good friend of mine!"

"Exactly!" you answered him, and he caught on.

Then she came over, smiling at Samuel, and then you. She went in for a hug, and there you stood, awkwardly watching them as she hugged him tightly.

"I don't believe we've met before... it's so great to finally meet you, I'm Brie! And congrats with the award, well deserved might I add!" She congratulated you, a smile tugging at her lips.

You didn't know how to speak. Words left your vocabulary. Your mind went blank.

Samuel nudged your shoulder.

"Uh... ehm... thank you... nice to meet you too!" you rambled on, internally screaming.

"I think it'll be starting again soon... but you're coming to the after-party, right, Samuel? Oh, you're also invited, a friend of Samuel is a friend of mine!" she asked him, grinning, walking away towards her seat.

Samuel just nodded at her, and she smiled back, disappearing into the crowd again.

"Now this... this is something you'll never live down... that was embarrassing to watch!" he stated, laughing, as you chugged down your champagne.

After the embarrassing encounter with your crush, time seemed to fly by, and soon enough it was time to leave.

It was unreal, all the flashing lights that blurred your vision as you walked out of there. Cameras in every direction, nearly blinding you.

All you could think about as you and Samuel walked to his car was the fact that you were going to an after-party, at Brie Larson's place.

            Samuel opened the car door for you.

"Thank you..." you mumbled.

Then he got into the driver's seat and started driving. "Where are we going?" you asked, looking out the window, fidgeting with your award, trying to find out where Brie lived.

"I am driving you home..."

"What? Excuse me, I am so coming with you to the party!"

"Of course, but not with the award, you're not."

You softly hit his shoulder in response.

"Scared you, didn't I?"

You stared daggers at him.

"So scared of not getting to be in Brie's presence... you really do have a crush on her..."

"Hey! It is not my fault that she looks so..."

"Hot? Sexy? Gorgeous? Pretty? Stunning?" he asked mockingly, teasing you.

            "If you put it that way... then yes. I was going to say, attractive... but those words also describe her very well."

He only laughed, pulling over outside of your apartment.

Soon enough you had put your award on a shelf in the safety of your own home, and then you went to freshen up, practically drowning yourself in perfume, fixed your mascara, and put on more lipstick.

Then you walked out again, happy that his car still stood there.

"What took you so long?"

"I had to freshen up!"

"Right... like you weren't turning heads already."

"I need her to look at me... meaning that those who already has been looking doesn't matter."

            "Scarlett Johansson looked at you..."

"Because I said her name, catching her attention."

"She also winked at you..."

"True," you said, while smirking.

"Look, right there, that's her place..."

"Uh... there's not a lot of cars here," you said, noticing the nearly empty street.

            "It's a small, and intimate after-party."

You only gulped at his words.

"Come on, you don't want to keep her waiting, do you?" he asked jokingly.

He knocked on the door and entered, once again you followed him like you were lost and in desperate need of help.

"There you are! Thought I recognized your car from the window!" Brie beamed, pulling him in for another hug.

As they pulled away from each other she looked at you and smiled.

"You're looking so left out, come here!" she said as she lazily put her arms on your shoulders, pulling you into her for a hug. Her perfume crept up your nose, and you could feel yourself lean into her touch just as she pulled away.

She was simply intoxicating.

"Are you thirsty?" she asked and gestured to the counter with countless of drinks and bottles.

Samuel grabbed a beer and thanked Brie, then she walked away, greeting the other people that just walked in the door.

"Do you want something?" he asked, but you shook your head, you were already tipsy and knew you probably shouldn't drink more if you wanted to remember this night.

Then he walked away, and you trailed behind him, until he sat down on a couch in what you presumed was her living room.

"So well decorated," you said, sitting down opposite of Samuel and pointed to the paintings at the walls, the plants, and looked at how all the colours seemed to blend into each other.

"Thank you..." a voice you could recognize anywhere spoke out, then you felt her sit down beside you. Your breath hitched at how close she yet again was.

Looking at Samuel didn't help; he was desperately trying to hide his smile.

"So, congratulations again, on winning, must've been a big moment for you..." the blonde woman beside you said, her voice sending shivers down your spine.

"It was... I mean, I was so shocked... didn't think it was really happening..." you mumbled, scared of embarrassing yourself in front of her again.

"I think you handled it well!" she complimented you, as her eyes met yours.

You quickly looked away, and you could feel her smiling.

"So, what made you want to become an actress?" Brie asked, trying to get to know you.

"Uh... throughout my childhood I always had to pretend to be someone I'm not... so I decided to make use of that..." you answered, your voice slightly quavering.

            "Oh..." she mumbled, realizing that the topic wasn't really a happy one.

"But now I'm not pretending anymore... I mean, the closet was made of glass..." you said, letting out a small chuckle.

"I see..." she answered, understanding what you talked about and flashed you a smile. 

"Are you sure you don't want a drink?" Samuel asked, smirking from the couch opposite of yours.

"A drink would be quite nice, actually..." you said, and quickly stood up, glad to have gotten the chance to escape from the awkwardness so you could compose yourself.

Samuel chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

"I'm going to get a refill..." Brie said as she stood up too, immediately destroying your plan.

She placed her hand at the small of your back, slightly pushing you, guiding you to the kitchen even though you had just been there.

"So... what do you want?" she asked softly beside you, gesturing to the beverages, but you were too distracted by her facial features to notice. 

"Uh... what?"

"What do you want to drink?"

"Oh..." you answered, as you realized you had misunderstood.

"What did you think I was asking you?" she asked, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

"Uh... ehm, nothing?" you stuttered as all you thought about was how much you wanted her. You wanted to feel her close, twisted in bedsheets.

"I'll have some wine..." you said, trying to play it off.

She poured you some of the red liquor. All you could focus on was her slender fingers holding onto the glass.

"What's gotten you so distracted?" she asked, as she gave you the glass, her fingers grazing your own.

"Uh... nothing."

"If you say so," she hummed unconvinced as she refilled her own glass.

You both walked back to the living room, with your drinks in hand and sat down on the couch. Then you recognized a buff man walking in.

"Oh my, he's even bigger in person," you said, not believing your own eyes.

"Chris Hemsworth, yeah, he's... strong. But don't worry, he's kind as a teddy bear," Brie whispered in your ear, her hot breath on your bare skin making you shudder.

"Hey, congratulations on the award!" Chris said, shaking your hand. "I'm Chris!"

"Thank you..." you muttered out and noticed how his muscles nearly ripped his shirt open.

He then walked over to the other brawny men, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans. It was impossible to not notice them, all the ladies were sneaking glances at them every other second.

"So, how do you guys know each other?" you asked Brie and Samuel, trying to strike up a conversation.

"We've acted in many movies together, actually..." Samuel answered, glancing at Brie.

"Captain Marvel, Unicorn Store, Kong: Skull Island, is some of them, to name a few," she answered and took a sip of her wine. 

"Is it just me or are you like, really tense? You don't seem to be relaxed at all..." she followed up, in a worried tone.

It was hard to think, or speak, or do anything at all. She had picked up on how nervous you were around her.

"Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" you asked, getting up.

"Down the hall, first door to the left," she answered, glancing at Samuel who only shrugged his shoulders. You chugged down all the wine, regretting it immediately, and placed the empty glass on the table and practically ran towards the bathroom.

It was impossible to act even the tiniest bit normal. The effect she had on you was just too much. As you tried to open the bathroom door you quickly realized that it was locked.

Deciding to stand there and wait, Brie caught up with you.

"Are you okay?" she asked, standing right in front of you, just close enough to touch.

"Yes... just overwhelmed."

"What's bothering you?"

            "It's nothing..." you said refusing to meet her gaze.

She took a step closer to you, and your breath hitched in response.

Slowly she took a hold of your chin and forced you to look at her.

"Do I make you nervous?" she asked with one raised eyebrow.

"What?" you asked back, as your cheeks were covered in a red flush.

It somehow felt illegal to admit that you desperately wanted her.

Your eyes trailed downwards, her blue dress resting at the top of her breasts, the fabric hugging her in all the right places.

            You were wishing that her dress would slip down, just a tiny bit, but you scolded yourself for even having the thought.

"Is that why you're acting like this?" she asked, noticing where your eyes were wandering on her body.

You looked up at her, meeting her eyes again. Somehow, something just took over you, it was difficult to distinguish if it was arousal or confidence, because in a matter of seconds you put your arms around her neck and kissed her hungrily.

She didn't kiss you back, just put her hands on your shoulders, carefully pushing you away.

"You're drunk."

"Me being drunk doesn't change the fact that I've been crushing on you for so long..." you admitted, cupping her cheek.

"You're so gorgeous... it actually hurts," you complimented her, your thumb stroking her cheek.

"You're not thinking clearly," she answered, letting out a sigh.

"So, me being inebriated means that I don't know what I want anymore?" you asked upset.

"That's not what I said..."

"I want you so bad... I need you to just touch me-" you tried to speak but she cut you off.

            "I don't want to take advantage of you being intoxicated," she said in a stern voice.

"Well, you're not!"

"You're throwing yourself at me, something you most likely wouldn't have done if you were sober," she explained in a gentle tone.

Getting slightly angry you brushed past her and headed towards the kitchen. As you walked through the living room, Samuel asked, "where's Brie?"

You didn't answer him, just kept walking, and he immediately understood that you weren't in a good mood.

            She had told you that you were too drunk, and you decided to drink even more, just because you were hurt, and didn't take rejection well. Not a good solution.

You grabbed a beer and walked over to Chris Hemsworth.

"Hey..." you said, and he instantly moved a bit to the side, making space for you.

            "How's it going?" he asked a little bit concerned at the disgusted look plastered on your face.

"Could have been better..."

            "Someone pissed you off?" Sebastian asked, and looked over your shoulder, trying to see if someone looked guilty for making you mad.

"Yup," you said, and turned around, glancing at Brie as she sat down on the couch opposite of Samuel.

Chris Evans started laughing, with his hand placed firmly on his chest.

            "Larson made you angry?" he asked, shortly after.

"How?" Sebastian asked confused.

"She's so kind, how can she make anyone mad?" Hemsworth chipped in, looking at how she pulled at her dress.

            "I tried to kiss her..." you admitted, and chugged half of the beer.

"Easy there..." Hemsworth said and carefully nudged the bottle away from your lips.

"What do you mean, tried to kiss her?" Evans asked.

             "I put my arms around her neck, and kissed her, she pushed me away."

"Why?" Sebastian asked glancing at Brie.

"Because she's so kind and pretty..."

"I think he meant to ask why she pushed you away..." Chris Hemsworth said and chuckled.

            "Oh..." you mumbled, realizing you once again had misunderstood something this night.

"She said she didn't want to take advantage of me being drunk."

            "That's a fairly good reason to not kiss someone," Sebastian said, agreeing with Brie's actions.

"She could have been nicer about it," you said, and took a sip of your beer.

            "What do you mean?" Chris Evans asked, trying to understand the whole situation.

"She said I was throwing myself at her... and that I wouldn't do that if I was sober... but if I was sober, I wouldn't have had the guts to even look at her..." you admitted, feeling dizzy.

"I think you should apologize to her," Chris Hemsworth said, and took a sip of his own beer.

            The two other men nodded in agreement.

"You really think so?" you asked, scared of embarrassing yourself even more.

"Yeah, definitely," Sebastian said, with a smile.

"Okay... thank you guys... for the talk."

They all chuckled as you stepped away and made your way to the couch.

You sat down beside her and felt her eyes on your side as you placed the beer bottle on the table.

            Glancing at her you said, "I'm sorry..."

"For what?" she asked slightly confused.

"For kissing you... and acting like a dick afterwards."

Samuel's eyes went wide. "You did what?" he asked shocked.

            "It's fine... we all do things we'll later regret while we're drunk," Brie said, putting an arm around you, pulling you toward her in a playful manner.

You completely froze for some seconds. She was sending so many mixed signals, and you couldn't process any of them because of how inebriated you were. So, all you did in response was lean into her touch, focusing on how her hand was resting on your hip.

"Is that Tom Hiddleston and Tessa Thompson?" you asked, looking at the two people laughing in the corner.

            "Yes, it certainly is," Brie answered you as Tessa got her phone out and started showing Tom a video or something.

You grabbed the bottle on the table and drank the rest of the beer.

"Should she drink this much?" Brie asked Samuel.

            "I'm right here," you said, hitting her softly in the shoulder.

"I haven't really gone out drinking with her before, so I don't know her tolerance..." Samuel said and looked at you again.

Brie only huffed as you got up again, stumbling as you walked to the kitchen again, your vision already slightly blurry.

            You got excited seeing a bottle of vodka on the counter.

You filled up a small shot glass and poured the liquor into it and chugged it.

Filling it up again, and ready to chug it down a voice spoke out, "I really don't think you should have any more to drink."

            You chugged it down, not listening to the woman.

"Too late..." you said, chuckling.

"So... why are you drinking so much?" she asked in a disappointed tone.

"I'm drinking so I don't have to deal with my feelings."

            "That's never a good idea, honey."

"I know... but it feels good to just not worry for some time..."

"That's the high speaking... soon you'll be puking and wishing you never drank anything in the first place." 

            "You might be right... you might be wrong. Who knows?" you asked jokingly, slurring your words.

Then you tried to walk back to the living room, nearly tripping.

"I've got you..." she said and held around you, guiding you, that's when you noticed that it was Scarlett.

"Someone should take care of her... and drive her home..." she said loudly, looking around the room, noticing that everyone was holding a drink in their hand, too inebriated to drive.

            "She can rest in my bed and sober up..." Brie said as she stood up and walked over to the two of you. When Scarlett let go, you nearly fell, but Brie wrapped her arm around your waist and started guiding you towards her bedroom, and you could hear the group of brawny men laughing.

"I don't need your help..." you said getting annoyed at her firm grip.

"You sure?" she asked chuckling.

            "Yes..." you scoffed, and she slowly let go, and you used the wall to steady yourself as you walked, your vision so blurry that you couldn't see what was in front of you.

You felt a door handle and tried to open it. "That's the bathroom," Brie informed you in a gentle voice.

"Let me help you..." Brie said and wrapped her arm around your waist again, guiding you further down the small hallway.

"It's in here..." she said, opening the door, and helped you over to the bed.

You sat there on the bed, looking at her, as the room felt like it was spinning. Then you felt her taking off your shoes.

            "I'm placing them right here... beside the bed," she informed you, like she was scared you'd think she was stealing them.

"Okay..." you mumbled, understanding that she didn't want to get muck in her bed.

"Do you want help taking off your jacket?" she asked in a soft voice.

            "Mhmm," was the sound that left your mouth.

She started undoing the buttons, and took it off you, and folded it, placing it on the chair beside her dresser.

"Pants too?" she asked as you sat there, staring out into space.

            "Mhhmm," you muttered out again, as your gaze landed on her again.

"Okay, you need to stand up now..."

You slowly stood up having a hard time keeping your balance, then you tried to unbutton your pants but failed miserably as your blurry vision screwed it up for you. Then you felt her hands meet yours, only to move them away so she could do it for you.

            "Thank you..." you whispered, as she dragged the pants down your legs, and you stumbled out of them, only to flop down on the bed, your head hitting the pillow.

She folded the pants and placed them on your jacket, walked back to you, and pulled the covers over you.

            "Night..." she said, while walking away and closed the door, and as soon as you closed your eyes you dozed off.

Then you woke up and felt someone beside you. Carefully you sat up, looking out the window, realizing that it was pitch black outside.

            Looking down at the woman beside you that slept peacefully was a weird experience. Your head was hurting, your hungover hitting you like a truck, but seeing her half naked beside you made you aroused.

You laid back down and tried to fall asleep again. Her hot breath hitting the side of your face time and time again.

            You shifted around, trying to find something else to focus on. She was sleeping only a few inches away from you and it didn't help that you could feel the warmth of her body radiating. She drove you crazy as her warmth went straight down to your core, making you even more aroused.

            You kept on shifting every few minutes. She was so close to you, and you clenched your thighs together, hoping that the throbbing sensation in your clit would just disappear. But it didn't, it only grew stronger.

A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you gave up finding a position to sleep in.

Then you felt movement beside you.

"Are you alright?" she asked groggily.

            "Yes... I'm sorry I woke you..." you apologized, clenching your legs once more, thankful that you faced away from her.

"Are you sure that you're okay?" she asked, not convinced.

"Yes... just... go back to sleep."

She placed her hand on your thigh under the covers and said, "if you're not feeling well, then I'm not going to sleep."

You softly moaned at her touch since she was so close to where you needed her. You cursed yourself for doing that, especially loud enough for her to hear.

She sat up and you could feel her eyes on you, like she was staring.

            "Turn around..." she said, in a stern voice. You only gulped, scared of her seeing how hot and bothered you were.

"Come on, turn around."

"No," you protested, nearly groaning at her words.

"Fine," she said, and then took ahold of your shoulder and pushed you down, so you laid on your back.

            "Your forehead..." she muttered out, "glistening because of sweat..."

Your breath hitched as she analyzed everything about you.

"Your breathing is uneven; your chest is moving fast. It seems like you've been awake awhile, and you're alert..."

"Did you just masturbate?" she asked, one eyebrow raised as she stared down at you.

"What?! No!" you yelled out, not believing she really had asked you that.

            "I wouldn't do that with you in the bed... that's creepy... a violation," you said covering your face with your hands.

"Then what's wrong?" she asked, trying to figure out why you were so on edge.

"Nothing!"

"You literally moaned when I touched you, what is going on with you?"

            "Just drop it... go back to sleep," you pleaded.

"Is this about what you said when you were drunk in the hallway?"

"Huh?" you answered confused.

"You don't remember?" she asked surprised, with a smirk on her face.

You went silent, you had no memories of talking to her in the hallway.

She hovered over you, leaning slightly down.

"What are you doing?" you asked as your eyes were frantically looking all over her face.

            "Did you mean it?" she asked, and her breath hit your face.

"Mean what?" you asked back, uncertain and scared of what you had said to her while being drunk.

She bit her lip, looking down at you.

"You said you wanted me badly, and that you needed me to touch you..." she explained, and a red flush covered your cheeks.

            "I stopped the whole thing, telling you that you were drunk, and I guess I was right, because you were so drunk you don't even remember it."

"Is that what's bothering you?" she asked, searching your face for answers.

You laid under her afraid to answer.

            "Do you need me to... touch you? Is that it?" she asked, and put her hand on your thigh again, softly massaging it.

You didn't dare to answer, scared that she'd stop if you said the wrong thing.

"Do you need me closer?" she asked, knowing you wouldn't say anything unless you wanted her to stop.

The pool of wetness between your thighs grew larger as her hand slowly crept closer to where you needed her.

"Do you need me... right here?" she asked, as she rubbed circles on your clit over your underwear.

            You let out a soft moan and gripped her t-shirt and pulled her down until her lips met yours. She was calm and collected, you were not. You kissed her like you'd never get the chance to again, hard, and desperate.

            She pulled away and chuckled. "So, you did mean it."

"Yes..." you mumbled, blushing.

She leaned down again, and teased you, her lips brushing yours, but not really touching. Every time you tried to close the gap she would pull slightly away, making you reach out for her only to slump back down again.

            "Don't do that..." you said as you once again stared up at her, pouting.

"Do what?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

When she leaned down to tease you again, you placed your hands at her sides and stopped her from moving away. You carefully pressed your lips against hers, moving softly in sync with her. Slowly you let your hands slip under her t-shirt, roaming upwards, but you didn't dare to go higher than her toned stomach. She pulled away from you, looking at you with curiosity in her eyes.

            "What is it?" she asked as your hands had stopped and simply just rested right under her breasts.

"Nothing..." you stuttered, afraid of messing something up.

"You can touch me, y'know, I am as much yours as you are mine."

            "Okay..." you said, letting out a breath you didn't know you had held in.

Still, you didn't do anything. She pulled her t-shirt over her head threw it away behind her and looked down at how you stared at her chest.

"Like this..." she informed you, placing her hands on top of yours, making you grope her. Her soft flesh in the palm of your hands felt nice, but also wildly illicit.

You softly squeezed, massaging them, fondling her breasts, taking your time. Looking up at her you got flustered seeing her biting her lip, with her eyes closed.

            "Sensitive?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, while sitting up.

"Mhm..." she mumbled, as you leaned down to meet her chest. You latched onto one of her breasts, sensually stimulating her skin with your tongue, softly nibbling at her nipple.

You then did the same to her other breast, savouring the feeling of her soft flesh on your tongue.

She looked so pretty, and she was warm and soft to the touch. Gently you pressed kisses from her breasts and up to her collarbone. Trying to feel every part of her. She tilted her head giving you access to her neck, and you placed sloppy wet kisses all over her sensitive skin.

            Lightly sucking, and nibbling at her skin, making small bruises on her flesh.

You softly kissed her jaw, and chin, until you finally pressed a gentle kiss on her lips.

She eagerly kissed you back, and you parted your lips, letting her slip inside. She was passionate and loving. Then she carefully started to unbutton your shirt and pulled away from your lips.

You pouted, but as soon as her forehead rested against yours, you smiled, brushing your nose with hers, making a small chuckle leave her mouth.

            Slowly, she undressed you, and threw your shirt away, her arms reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. She smirked as your breasts fell and threw your bra away too, then she carefully pushed you until you were laying on your back and she was hovering over you.

She leaned down, kissing you softly, making you moan into her mouth, your hands tugging at her hair. Making her way downwards, she pressed chaste kisses down your neck and collarbone until she could fondle with your breasts.

            She slowly licked your sensitive skin latching onto one of your breasts, only to do the same to your other breast, then she decided to sensually pinch your nipples, and watch intently as you squirmed under her.

Her hands trailed down your stomach and played with the hem of your underwear. Once again, she was teasing you because she had most definitely seen how soaked you were.

You pulled your underwear slightly down, and she removed your hands.

"So impatient..." she said, and you stared daggers at her, making her chuckle.

She intertwined one of her hands with yours, softly stroking your skin with her thumb.

            Soon enough she dragged your underwear down to your legs, giving her access.

Her slender fingers stroked your slit, gathering all your wetness.

"You weren't lying..." she said softly, chuckling afterwards.

"What?" you muttered out.

"You do need me to touch you..."

"Is this all you've thought about during the party?" she asked, digging for answers.

            "Pretty much..."

"Every time I laid my eyes on you, I got flustered... I remember you hugging me, talking on the couch, and when you placed your hand at my back... and when your fingers brushed mine when you gave me the glass of wine..."

"That's all you remember?" she asked, with her eyebrows raised in surprise.

All you did was nod as a response.

            "I'll give you something else to remember then..." she said, as her free hand found your core again. Her fingers slowly stimulated your clit, tender strokes making your legs twitch.

Your eyes met hers as her smile grew wider, she had you trembling under her in no time.

"Does this feel good?" she asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer.

You were so flustered you couldn't find any words to answer, so you nodded frantically.

            She leaned down, nibbling at your earlobe while she kept stimulating you.

"Does it feel good? Answer me, or I'll stop..." she whispered into your ear.

            "Yes... Brie, it does feel good... please don't stop."

"Then I won't stop... I promise," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

Soft moans escaped your lips as she added a bit more pressure. "Do you want me to go faster?" she asked, trying to figure out what you liked best.

"Yes," you muttered out, feeling her movements speed up almost instantly.

            "Do you like to be penetrated?" she asked in a gentle tone, which made you feel like saying yes would be illegal, even though you knew it wasn't, at all.

You kept silent. "Don't be embarrassed, tell me... I want to make you feel good..." she hummed, as she kept focusing on your clit.

            "Yes..." you admitted, looking at her, searching her face. "Do you want me to-" she tried to ask but you cut her off, "just fuck me... Brie, okay?" you said, cupping her face with your free hand, staring at her.

"No more questions, I just... I want you inside of me," you went on, and before you could do or say anything else, she slipped two fingers inside of you.

She chuckled as a shocked expression covered your face before you then hung your head backwards as she stretched you out for her. "Not so innocent, are you?" she asked in a playful manner.

            All you did was moan at her words and how her fingers were pumping into you at an aggressive speed. She went as deep as she could, only stopping at her knuckles. Then she curled her fingers, hitting the spot inside of you that made you squirm.

            "Right there..." you said in between moans, as her thumb kept stroking your clit for each thrust with her fingers.

"You look so pretty, taking my fingers so well..." she softly said, praising you.

"Think you can take one more finger?" she asked, and your gaze landed on her, fear hiding in your eyes.

            "I don't know..." you answered her truthfully.

"I think you can do it..." she said, as she pulled out of you, only to thrust three fingers inside of you, slowly, she stretched you out.

She looked absolutely mesmerized, as her fingers disappeared inside of you. As your legs started shaking, she was quiet, like she contemplated something, and you didn't know what.

Then you felt her add another finger. Your mouth fell wide open, a throaty moan leaving your lips as she was halfway fisting you. It felt like you were going to pass out.

            "Fuck!" you screamed out, squeezing her hand that she had intertwined with yours a long time ago.

"You're doing so well for me..." she said tenderly, leaning down to kiss you, but you just breathed against her lips, unable to do or say anything as she pushed you over the edge.

Your thighs clenched together, trapping her hand, as immense pleasure took over your body.

            A guttural moan filled the room as you gripped her arm, nails digging into her flesh, slowing down her movements. "Brie... that was..." you said in between heavy breaths, carefully removing your hand as she gently stimulated your clit, riding out your orgasm.

It was almost too much, but her lips pressing kisses all over your chest brought you back to reality as you tried to catch your breath.

"It was good, right? Painful at first, then bearable, and pure bliss?" she asked, looking down at you.

"Mhm..." you agreed with her. Then your hand started stroking her outside of her underwear, like she had done with you at first.

"You don't have to... I get it if you're tired," she said and laughed softly.

"But I want to..."

She only nodded at your words and dragged her underwear down her legs.

            "You're wet..." you said, as her wetness coated your fingers.

Chuckling at your observation, she quickly shut up as you stroked her clit.

She looked down at you while you focused on your hand.

            "That can't be a comfortable position..." you said, sitting up, pushing her down.

"Spread your legs..." you told her, and soon enough she did.

            "Wait, are you really gonna..." she tried to speak but moaned as you started to eat her out.  She grabbed your hair and pulled you closer if that was even possible.

Your tongue swirled around her clit, making her shudder in anticipation. You lapped up all her wetness with your tongue, then went back to stimulating her.

            She tasted sweet. It was expected.  

Her thighs cradled your face, keeping you in place. It was safe to say that she had wanted this, judging by how fast she was starting to come undone.

She used her arms to support herself and looked down at you, her eyes meeting yours as you kept eating her out.

            Then you started sucking on her clit, and she threw her head backwards, moaning as you pleasured her. She became a mess, her legs shaking, closing by instinct as she grinded forwards, meeting your tongue each time.

You moaned into her core, sending shiver down her spine.

Roughly tugging at your hair, not letting you pull away meant that she was getting closer. You kept stimulating her, until she came while shaking, a loud whimper leaving her mouth that sounded more like a strangled cry.

            You licked up all her juices and swallowed as she looked down at you. "Fuck..." she panted, and you crawled over to her, resting your head on her chest, both feeling and hearing the rapid beating of her heart.

            "I'm so glad that you got so drunk you had to stay..." she said, pulling the covers over you.

"Me too Brie... me too," you answered, kissing her breasts as she caught her breath.

"You should rest... you're going to be so hungover."

            "And sore..." you said with a chuckle. All you heard was her soft laugh as you closed your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber while her hand stroked your back.

[mliter]

Fortnite Chapter 3, Season 4 - Paradise.

This season introduced a brand new threat. Chrome.

No, not google chrome. That’s a post for another time. Chrome is a mysterious substance that slowly took over the island more and more. It was unstoppable. The season kicks off with a trailer showcasing 2 members of the seven being taken over by it. In this trailer, Paradigm is revealed to be Brie Larson! I’m a big fan of this theme of real life celebs turning out to be members of the seven.

The trailer is absolutely jaw dropping. Epic has put in work into the direction of these trailers, showing off as much new content as possible while still trying to make it look cool. This is one of my favourites. The use of Fjora’s Get Down, showing shots of familiar locations in ruin was clean. Entire locations of the island have been moved to airbases by no swear insurance in an attempt to evade the chrome. Locations are being taken over by the chrome. This isn’t the island we were vibing in a chapter ago. You land here and know something is wrong. They conveyed the sense of despair that the Herald brought to the island. So well done.

The battle pass around had many interesting skins. My favourites were two original characters and a collab character. Lennox Rose, an other celshaded anime skin. They did such a fantastic job with her design and look. Fortnite has come really far when it comes to cel shaded skins. Speaking of cel shaded skins, Spider-Gwen (spider verse) was included. They did such a good job of incorporating the movie’s style into Fortnite. I was impressed when I saw it for the first time. Also, when you use the emote that comes with her page, she moves in the same framerate as the movie does. The last skin is Bytes. I’ve talked about him enough, godDAMN is he cool. I don’t care what anyone else says.

Again, this season introduced the chrome. It’s a really cool gameplay mechanic that turns anything it touches into chrome, giving it new properties. Structures that are chromed can be phased through, and gain more health. Vehicles that are chromed have more health, regain health, and even restore popped tires after a while. There are also evochrome weapons. Assault rifles and shotguns that can evolve to a higher rarity when you deal damage with them. You can take the things to mythic, if you’re feeling yourself that day (might I add? The animation for this evolution is sick.). The craziest part is that this is an item that can be easily harvested and applied to anything and anyone. This made for interesting plays, changing the meta like no other. If that isn’t sick, I don’t know what is.

Unfortunately, I didn’t play too much of this season. I did play it a bunch though. With my friends. Splatoon 3 dropped around the time this season released. And you know how serious I am about Splatoon. I had to choose. I’m glad I got Bytes, though.

[rynrising44]

Happy Anniversary!

One year ago on the 11th of November, I watched the Marvels in the biggest theater I could find. That movie ignited something inside of me that could not/cannot be stopped. I couldn't sleep, so I stayed up all night writing a one-shot, which quickly turned into a two-shot... and then a multi-chapter fic and then a series. And then a bunch of series. And then a bunch of one-shots and series and Pinterest boards and Spotify playlists and Tumblr gabs and flash fests.

So, thank you Nia DaCosta, Brie Larson, Teyonah Parris, Iman Vellani, Samuel L. Jackson, and Tessa Thompson for making 2024 not as sucky. I really appreciate it.

(And thanks to all my Tumblr friends/mutuals/followers that let me ramble and don't unfriend me for my monstrous paragraph posts.)

I love them all so much :)

[oizysian]

I. VICTORY ROYALE

All Eyes on Me masterlist

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"You're kidding. Brie Larson? The Brie Larson? The Oscar winner Brie Larson? CAPTAIN MARVEL Brie Larson?!"

"Yes, yes, yes - a million times yes." I laughed as my best friend went on and on about my big news that I finally had the time to tell her about. "That Brie Larson."

"No way." She was quiet for a moment. "And I wasn't mentioned in the tweet at all?"

I felt bad for Claire. We had a joint Twitch channel together and we also had our own separate ones. I had been working on my channel longer than she had so I had more time to grow, and it seemed that my hard work was paying off and I was starting to leave her behind.

"No," I answered sadly. "But that doesn't mean you can't join in." I tried to be optimistic about it, hating that my best friend in the whole wide world was upset.

"Nah, I'm better off just watching the stream. But," I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was smiling. "Do you think she could hook me up with one of her celebrity friends? Maybe Scarlett Johansson?"

"I doubt that. Plus, she's got two kids now. Are you really ready for that responsibility?"

"Yeah, no, nevermind." She laughed. "Well, what about that Olsen girl you've got a crush on?"

"No, you cannot have Lizzie." I replied quickly.

"Oh no? You called dibs?"

"I think her husband already did that." I couldn't even pretend to hide my disappointment.

"Pfft. Husband or not, you've got dibs."

This wasn't exactly a conversation I wanted to have, especially when I was about to make a connection to someone so close to her.

"Whatever. Maybe she'll hook you up with one of the new Marvel girls; Florence or Hailee."

"Oh hell yes, Hailee for sure."

"If it gets you off my back about my crush on Lizzie, I'll talk to her for you." I chuckled, knowing very well I would do no such thing.

"Yeah, right. I know you too well to believe that."

"Worth a shot." I shrugged to myself, checking the time before mentally cursing myself. "Shit, I gotta go. The stream is in a few hours and I still gotta get things set up with Brie."

"Well, okay. Good luck and I'll be watching so don't say anything stupid!"

"Same to you. I know you'll be active in the chat."

"Damn right. Later."

I shut off my game and took off my headset, sighing as I got up and made my way over to my computer. I had a lot of work to do before the stream, mostly setting up Brie's camera and microphone so that she could be seen and heard while we played.

I was still in awe of the fact that I was going to be hosting a live charity stream with a celebrity. It was scary and surreal and I couldn't pretend that I didn't get a heady rush from it. I made all of this happen. I was finally someone. My past be damned.

I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't even realize nearly two hours had passed, and that I had multiple notifications on my phone, the most recent one being from Brie.

"Shit." I muttered to myself, loading up Discord on my computer and video calling my new friend.

We had been texting nearly every day since I sent her the message with all the charity information, but we had never spoken, so this would be our first time face to face.

She answered the call quickly, her face popping up on my screen, taking me by surprise. She looked so down to earth, but still beautiful in a casual outfit and her hair up in a messy bun.

"Hey, Y/N." She greeted me with a bright smile and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Hey, hi, Brie." I finally spoke, my cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment at my nervousness.

"You ready for our twenty-four hour stream?"

"Twenty-four hours?" I laughed. "Maybe twelve. I'm not sure about twenty-four."

"Aw, c'mon. It's for charity."

We spoke for a while before getting ourselves hyped up to start the stream. Once we decided on a game and double checked that all the stream settings were perfect, we went live.

@y/n_gaymergod LIVE 🔴 with @brielarson raising money for The Trevor Project!

We decided on Fortnite, a game she was familiar with and one that I was pretty rusty in, which made me a bit nervous due to the fact that my character skin was Scarlet Witch - someone she knew. I loaded up the game and invited her, ready for the influx of comments mentioning my big, embarrassing crush on Elizabeth Olsen.

She joined my game and I silently watched her reaction. Nothing. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and turned my attention to the chat.

"Hi, everyone! We just got started and already we've got $15 donated! We didn't even start playing yet." Both Brie and I laughed, interacting with the chat as we started up a game of duos.

y/n is playing as the love of her life

big gay crush on fruity lizzie

y/n your gay is showing

I blushed a fierce red as I read the comments, hoping Brie didn't notice. It seemed that she was too busy trying to snipe some guys from across the map to pay any attention to the chat at the moment, which I was insanely grateful for.

"Nice shot, Y/N!" She exclaimed as I saved her from being downed.

"Thanks. You're not too bad yourself, Larson."

She smirked at me and I dropped some items for her in-game so she could recover from the fight we were just in.

was that flirting

y/n don't cheat on lizzie

y/n is flirting with brie larson i cant even

what about ur waifu for laifu lizzie y/n?

I ignored them.

"We've got this dub for sure." I assured her and she nodded and started cheering us on as we ran through the storm.

"Number one victory royale, baby!" She yelled as she ran into an unsuspecting duo, blasting them both with her shotgun.

Our first win of the stream done, we returned our attention to the chat and donations, now having received nearly $130.

"Wow, guys!" I couldn't believe it. "We're doing great so far. And we got a win! This is going really well." I directed the last part to Brie and she smiled, nodding at me.

A large donation flashed on the screen and my jaw dropped at the message attached to it.

"Brie, introduce Y/N to Elizabeth Olsen. She's in love with her."

I could feel my cheeks burning, tears building up in my eyes as she, obviously, read it. I was so fucking embarrassed.

"Thank you for the donation, but please don't say things like that again." I swallowed roughly. "We respect Elizabeth's marriage in this house." I tried to joke, the hurt surely evident in my voice.

Brie looked at me through the screen with an expression I couldn't quite identify before speaking again.

"I could make that happen."

My eyes went wide, my attention completely gone from the game and on my new friend. I got myself shot at and I cursed under my breath, trying to recover from the assault we were currently under.

"If we win this game, I'll see what I can do."

"Brie ..." I started to speak before she cut me off.

"You've gotta get more kills to catch up to me, Y/N. Keep up." She gave me a crooked smile, probably realizing that by saying that the chat would lay off me about it.

I made a mental note to thank her later, pushing down my awkward feelings from the chat and the last donor and focusing completely on the game. Even if it was just talk, I was determined to win.

Which we did. And many more after that.

We streamed for nearly twenty hours, with small breaks in between. We played a few different games and even played with viewers for a while. Our final donation total was a whopping $5,450, which surprised the hell out of me, but I was proud of our efforts. We did really, really good.

"So, about meeting Elizabeth." Brie started as we sat in a video call after the stream, just chilling and talking about how much fun we had.

"Brie, don't worry about that. My chat often busts my balls like that trying to embarrass me."

"It seems like they care about you." I was silent. "It sounds like you admire her."

"I just think she's cool, that's all. She seems like a nice person." I tried to cover my ass, but I'm sure I was very transparent.

"She is a nice person, and I think she'll like you a lot." She looked down at her phone for a few minutes before looking back up at me. "There's going to be an invite only party in LA in a few days celebrating the release of the new Doctor Strange movie."

I swallowed roughly, listening to her with bated breath.

"I want you to come with me as my plus one."

"I'm in New York, not LA, Brie."

"We can fix that. We have time to get you a flight and hotel."

I bit my lip in thought.

"Would it really be okay?" My voice was small and unsure.

She smiled brightly at me.

"Yes, of course it would! It's gonna be so exciting to hang out together in person."

I smiled, now excited myself and nodded in response.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll come visit you and we can party and we can even record some of it for your YouTube channel if you want and -"

"Y/N, breathe." She chuckled at my reaction and tried to calm myself down.

"Sorry." I apologized bashfully. "I've never been to LA before."

"Oh no? Maybe I can show you around a bit. I know some really fantastic restaurants that you might like."

"That sounds great, I'm so excited!"

"I can tell." She smiled. "And does any of that excitement have to do with meeting Elizabeth?"

"Psh, no." I lied through my teeth. "I'm excited about spending time with you."

"Mhm. Nice cover."

"It's true! I consider you a good friend, Brie. I think we're gonna have a good time together."

"Me too, Y/N."

•

@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp

[heroicmultiverse]

//Playlist has been updated, but since it's a fairly big update, I'm going to go ahead and just list the entire tracklist under a read more

A Fifth of Beethoven by Walter Murphy [from Loki (2021)]

A-Punk by Vampire Weekend [from Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

Agatha All Along by Kathryn Hahn [from WandaVision]

Alive by Battle Tapes [from Invincible (2021)]

Alive by Warbly Jets [from Spider-Man (2018)]

All Out Of Love by Air Supply [from Deadpool 2]

All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar and SZA [from Black Panther (2018)]

Angel by Depeche Mode [from Injustice: Gods Among Us]

Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton [from Deadpool (2016)]

Another Winter by Anamanaguchi [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World: The Game]

As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese [from Amaranth's "The Suicide Squad" GMV]

The Avengers by Alan Silvestri [from The Avengers/Avengers Assemble (2012)]

Back in Black by AC/DC [from Iron Man (2008), Megamind and Spider-Man: Far From Home]

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett [from Kick-Ass]

Bangarang by Skrillex (ft. Sirah) [from Deadpool 2]

Barracuda by Heart [from The Boys and Birds of Prey (2020)]

Big Energy by Latto [from She-Hulk: Attorney at Law]

Big Shot by Billy Joel [from The Boys]

Black Betty by Spiderbait [from TMNT (2007) and Birds of Prey (2020)]

Black Sheep by Metric (ft. Brie Larson) [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World and Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

Blinding Lights by The Weeknd [from Ms. Marvel (2022)]

Blitzkrieg Bop by The Ramones [from Spider-Man: Homecoming]

Bloom by NECRY TALKIE [from Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

Bones by Imagine Dragons [from The Boys]

Brace for Chaos by Epic Games [from Fortnite: Battle Royale]

Brand New Day by Neil Patrick Harris [from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog]

Bulletproof Love by Method Man [from Luke Cage (2016)]

Burning by Yeah Yeah Yeahs [from Echo (2024)]

Business by Eminem [from Shazam!: Fury of the Gods]

Can I Kick It? by A Tribe Called Quest [from Luke Cage (2016) and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem]

Celebrity Skin by Hole [from Captain Marvel (2019)]

Centerfold by The J. Geils Band [from Echo (2024)]

Cherry Bomb by The Runaways [from Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) and The Boys]

Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz [from Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League]

Come Baby Come by K7 [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

Come and Get Your Love by Redbone [from Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) and Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3]

Crazy On You by Heart [from Guardians of the Galaxy: The Telltale Series, Captain Marvel (2019) and Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3]

Creep (Acoustic Version) by Radiohead [from Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3]

Dancing With Myself by The Donnas [from Gen V]

Danny Phantom Theme (Extended Version) by Guy Moon [from Danny Phantom]

The Dark One by Anamanaguchi [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World: The Game]

THE DAY by Porno Graffiti [from My Hero Academia]

Deadpool Rap (2013) by Teamheadkick [Deadpool fan song]

Deadpool Rap (2016) by Teamheadkick [from Deadpool (2016)]

Deadpool Rap (X-Force Remix) by Teamheadkick [from Deadpool 2]

Dear Mr. Fantasy by Traffic [from Avengers: Endgame]

Diabolical Invincible Me by Brandon Yates [from Death Battle: Omni-Man vs Homelander]

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap by AC/DC [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

Dirty Work by Steely Dan [from The Suicide Squad (2021)]

Do Ya Wanna Taste It by Wig Wam [from Peacemaker (2022)]

Dog Days Are Over by Florence + the Machine [from Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3]

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen [from Shazam! (2019)]

Dragula by Rob Zombie [from Echo (2024)]

Dream On by Aerosmith [from The Boys]

Elevate by DJ Khalil (ft. Denzel Curry, Cordae, SwaVay, and Trevor Rich) [from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse]

Everything You Ever by Neil Patrick Harris & Felicia Day [from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog]

Eye of the Tiger by Survivor [from Big Hero 6]

The Final Countdown by Europe [from Guardians of the Galaxy (2021)]

Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash [from The Suicide Squad (2021)]

Garbage Truck by Sex Bob-omb [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World]

God Save the Queen by The Sex Pistols [from The Boys]

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen [from Zack Snyder's Justice League]

Hate to Say I Told You So by The Hives [from Invincible (2021)]

Hazy Shade of Winter by Gerard Way (ft. Ray Toro) [from The Umbrella Academy and Gen V]

Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs [from Gen V]

Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana [from The Boys]

Heathens by Twenty One Pilots [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

Hero by Chad Kroeger (ft. Josey Scott) [from Spider-Man (2002)]

Hero by Jessie J [from Kick-Ass 2]

Highway to Hell by AC/DC [from Iron Man 2 and Megamind]

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar [from Lego DC Super-Villains and Birds of Prey (2020)]

Holding Out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler [from Loki (2021) and Guardians of the Galaxy (2021)]

Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede [from Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) and Guardians of the Galaxy (2015)]

The Hot Wind Blowing by Jamie Christopherson (ft. Ferry Corsten) [from Death Battle: Hulk vs Doomsday]

House of the Rising Sun by The Animals [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

Hurt by Johnny Cash [from Logan]

Hypnotize by The Notorious B.I.G. [from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse and The Boys]

I Feel Fine Pt. 1 by Sex Bob-omb [from Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

I Feel Fine Pt. 2 by Sex Bob-omb [from Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

I Fought the Law by The Clash [from Lego DC Super-Villains]

I Wanna Rock by Twisted Sister [from The Boys]

I'm Ready by Jaden Smith [from Spider-Man: Miles Morales]

Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin [from Thor: Ragnarok]

Immortals by Fall Out Boy [from Big Hero 6]

In the Meantime by Spacehog [from Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3]

The Incredits by Michael Giacchino [from The Incredibles]

Intergalactic by Beastie Boys [from The Marvels]

Invaders Must Die by The Prodigy [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World]

Iron Man by Black Sabbath [from Iron Man (2008)]

Is She With You? by Junkie XL [from Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice]

It's Getting Boring By The Sea by Blood Red Shoes [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World]

It's On Again by Alicia Keys (ft. Kendrick Lamar) [from The Amazing Spider-Man 2]

It's Tricky (DJ Fresh Remix) by Run-DMC [from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows (2016)]

Joker and the Thief by Wolfmother [from Lego DC Super-Villains]

Just A Girl by No Doubt [from Captain Marvel (2019)]

Kick Ass (We Are Young) by MIKA vs RedOne [from Kick-Ass]

Kickstart My Heart by Motley Crue [from Guardians of the Galaxy (2021)]

King's Dead by Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, Future and James Blake [from Black Panther (2018)]

Kryptonite by Three Doors Down

Last One Standing by Skylar Grey, Polo G, Mozzy & Eminem [from Venom: Let There Be Carnage]

Left Hand Free by Alt-J [from Captain America: Civil War]

Like A Prayer by Madonna [from Deadpool & Wolverine]

Live to Rise by Soundgarden [from The Avengers/Avengers Assemble (2012)]

Livin' On A Prayer by Bon Jovi [from Ms. Marvel (2022)]

London Calling by The Clash [from The Boys]

The Magic Number by De la Soul [from Spider-Man: No Way Home]

Main Title by Danny Elfman [from Spider-Man (2002)]

Mama Said Knock You Out (Undefeated Remix) by LL Cool J [from Deadpool 2]

The Man Comes Around by Johnny Cash [from Logan]

Merc with a Mouth by Teamheadkick [Deadpool fan song]

Mercy by Muse [from Batman: Arkham Knight]

Monster by Reckless Love [from Peacemaker (2022)]

My Life As A Teenage Robot Theme (Extended Version) by Peter Lurye [from My Life As A Teenage Robot]

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up) by Fall Out Boy [from Big Hero 6]

Neat Neat Neat by The Damned [from The Boys]

Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley [from The Lego Batman Movie, The Boys, and Guardians of the Galaxy (2021)]

No Diggity by Blackstreet, Dr. Dre and Queen Pen [from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem]

No More Heroes (Billy Butcher vs Hero Killer Stain) by Brandon Yayes [The Boys/My Hero Academia fan song]

No Sleep Till Brooklyn by Beastie Boys [from Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3]

Nobody Speak by DJ Shadow (ft. Run the Jewels) [from Deadpool 2]

Nothing Else Matters by Metallica [from Gen V]

November Rain by Guns N Roses [from Thor: Love and Thunder]

Oh No!! by Grandson [from The Suicide Squad (2021)]

Only Happy When it Rains by Garbage [from Captain Marvel (2019)]

Orange Shirt by Sex Bob-omb [from Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

Paradise City by Guns N Roses [from Thor: Love and Thunder]

Paranoid by Black Sabbath [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

The Passenger by Iggy Pop [from The Boys]

Peace Sign by Kenshi Yonezu [from My Hero Academia]

People Who Died by The Jim Carroll Band [from The Suicide Squad (2021)]

Pizza Power by Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles [from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Turtles in Time]

Police Truck by Dead Kennedys [from Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

Portals by Alan Silvestri [from Avengers: Endgame]

Pressure by Billy Joel [from The Boys]

Psycho Killer by Talking Heads [from The Boys]

Pumped Up Kicks by John Murphy (ft. Ralph Saez) [from Peacemaker (2022)]

Purple Lamborghini by Skrillex (ft. Rick Ross) [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

Push Push (Lady Lightning) by Bang Camaro [from Peacemaker (2022)]

Rain by Grandson & Jessie Reyez [from The Suicide Squad (2021)]

Ramona by Beck [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World]

Red Flag by Billy Talent [from TMNT (2007)]

Remember by Ember McLain [from Danny Phantom]

Remember the Name: Deku by Triple-Q [Mashup featuring You Say Run from My Hero Academia]

Reptile's Theme by Skrillex [from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014)]

Rock You Like A Hurricane by Scorpions [from Avengers (2020) and The Boys]

The Rubberband Man by The Spinners [from Avengers: Infinity War]

Save You With My Love by Dan Conklin [from DC Super-Hero Girls (2019)]

Scarface (Push It To The Limit) by Paul Engemann [from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem]

Scott Pilgrim by Plumtree [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World and Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

Scott Pilgrim Anthem by Anamanaguchi [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World: The Game]

Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

Shame on a N***a by Wu-Tang Clan [from Luke Cage (2016)]

Shell Shocked by Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, and Ty Dolla $ign (ft. Kill the Noise and Madsonik) [from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014)]

Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC [from Iron Man 2 and The Avengers/Avengers Assemble (2012)]

Short Change Hero by The Heavy [from Batman: Arkham City]

Should I Stay or Should I Go? by The Clash [from Iron Man 2]

Since You Been Gone by Rainbow [from Guardians of the Galaxy (2021) and Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3]

Space Oddity by David Bowie [from Venom: The Last Dance]

St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion) by John Parr [from Deadpool: No Good Deed and Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse]

Stone Cold Crazy by Queen [from Guardians of the Galaxy: The Telltale Series]

Stop! by Jane's Addiction [from The Boys]

Streets Ignite by Epic Games [from Fortnite: Battle Royale]

Subboss Theme by Anamanaguchi [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World: The Game and Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

Sucker for Pain by Various Artists [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

Sucker's Prayer by The Decemberists [from The Suicide Squad (2021)]

Suite from X2 by John Ottman [from X2: X-Men United]

Sunflower by Post Malone and Swae Lee [from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse]

Superman March by John Williams [from Superman: The Motion Picture]

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by Eurythmics [from X-Men: Apocalypse]

Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones [from Suicide Squad (2016) and The Boys]

Teen Titans by Puffy AmiYumi [from Teen Titans (2003)]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Theme by CD9 [from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows (2016)]

That's Life by Frank Sinatra [from Joker (2019)]

Theme from Spiderman by The Ramones

This Is My Time by Jaden Smith [from Spider-Man: Miles Morales]

Threshold by Sex Bob-omb [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World]

Tick Tick Boom by The Hives [from Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League]

Tom Tom by Holy Fuck [from Invincible (2021)]

United States of Whatever by Liam Lynch [from Scott Pilgrim Takes Off]

Venom by Eminem [from Venom (2018)]

Voodoo Child (Slight Return) by Jimi Hendrix [from WandaVision]

Walking on the Sun by Smash Mouth [from The Boys]

Warriors by Imagine Dragons [from Wonder Woman (2017)]

Way Down We Go by KALEO [from Logan]

We Ain't Came to Lose by Raekwon & Ghostface Killah [from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Shredder's Revenge]

We Are Sex Bob-omb by Sex Bob-omb [from Scott Pilgrim vs The World]

We Run This by Missy Elliott [from She-Hulk: Attorney at Law]

Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses [from Megamind and Thor: Love and Thunder]

Welcome to the Party by Diplo, Lil Pump & French Montana (ft. Zhavia Ward) [from Deadpool 2]

What We're All About by Sum 41 [from Spider-Man (2002)]

What's Up Danger by Blackway & Black Caviar [from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse]

When You're Mine by Jason Charles Miller [from DC Super-Hero Girls (2019)]

Where We Come From by Lecrae [from Spider-Man: Miles Morales]

Whistle for the Choir by The Fratellis [from The Suicide Squad (2021)]

White Room by Cream [from Joker (2019)]

Without Me by Eminem [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

Wreak Havoc by Skylar Grey [from Suicide Squad (2016)]

X Gon' Give It To Ya by DMX [from Deadpool (2016) and Deadpool 2]

X-Men by Powerglove [from X-Men: The Animated Series]

[robertdowneyhiddlesbatch]

One time I dreamt

God, I had a dream, which turned out to be basically a movie, with a woman who I think was Brie Larson. So then we shifted to the second dream which turned out to be “us” me and my bro? Hanging out with the cast like we knew them on the space movie set and we were on a hIGH set with holes on the floor of the space vibe place and then some scene happened which I remember but not enough to write.

Then we were moving to another room and there was a glass/metal sliding door to and we both swore we saw Brian and Mia (Mia picking up their kid) and Dom also there. And when we got in the next room we asked Brie if she didn’t see it.

We told Brie we were big fans and she could see and she asked to tell us a secret. And she told us, that one day on the f&f film, they were on a similar 100ft high almost star warsy set and it was someone’s job to secure it and they didn’t and Paul died. I was crying so bad I was crying irl and woke myself up.

Then, I had a dream where I had this very VERY simple engagement where it was literally me and the guy in a room and he put a ring on me and my mom filmed it. My brother and two other cousins were there also AND, my HOT COUSINS, who would steal any occasion, were also there.

Except they are (as irl) unaware that I’m so done with them. And my hot boy cousin was almost ATJ and he was being charming with the other cousins and then he also playfully sexed me up and I was so done cause he was so hot and ignorant of my actual attraction to him.

And then my hot girl cousin was filming reels and it switched to some music scene shot of them making reels at a restaurant balcony and eventually all the patrons join them.

And then I woke up

[vampirezogar]

I had a dream in which some things happened???

In part of it I was pretending to get a job in a circus so I could steal something back from them, but someone got suspicious of the new hires and calls in Captain Marvel, as played by Brie Larson, from a movie(s?) I have not seen.

So I was like, "hey, Carol, look I know I owe you from that one time, but I need another favor. But also I don't want you to get in trouble so like maybe I should knock you out to make it look good?"

and she says, "you probably can't do that, here snap my neck instead, I'll be fine." and shows me how to get a good twist going and I have to try a few times, but she's very patient with me.

Eventually I get it and she falls down and I'm like half-whispering, "Oh jeez, I'm sorry, thank you so much though, I don't know if you can still hear me, um, your hair is great, buh-bye." and I run to,,, my apartment? someone's apartment? idk. But a guy shows up who looks like if Sideshow Bob (from The Simpsons) was Kyle (from youtube) and also a hyper detailed shot from Spongebob.

and this guy says, "I'm gonna kill you later"

and I just like, sighed and looked at the time on my phone and I said, "hhh yeah, later, ok." and left.

MEANWHILE apparently there's a zombie outbreak happening, and people know about this but are pretty chill unless they actually SEE a zombie. and I SEE a zombie. bro's just shambling. So I take a little jog and periodically shout, "zombie sighted nearby, no bites reported." And I go to the grocery store, let the security guy know about the zombie, and pick up a couple things. While I'm in there, the speaker system is repeating the "zombie sighted nearby, no bites reported" and then they're like "oop, one bite reported."

So I go back to that apartment, saying "zombie sighted, bite protocol." and people on their front porch are like "ah shit I better get my jacket 🙄"

Eventually I get back to the apartment, door hanging wide open, bro is leering out with his Gary Busey teeth, like "I'm gonna kill you soon."

I straight up ask him, "you aren't a zombie, right?"

He looks fucking bewildered that I would even ask. "...no???"

and I'm like, "ok cool, we're on bite protocol btw :/"