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darknight3904 · 1 year ago

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The Fourth Sanderson Sister

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Hehe the Avengers make their story debut in this chapter :)

Asgard 2012

When Odin summoned Astri and Thor to the throne room, she was surprised. They had been in her room, experimenting with the strength of Astri's magic. She still couldn't completely remember how Thor had agreed to any of this since he had been thrown across the room multiple times and at one point turned into a dog. Now, they were moving towards Odin and Astri was desperately trying to fix the still canine Thor.

"Change me back!" He exclaimed as she trotted along

"Don't you see I'm trying?!" She shrieked as she tried again

"I thought you said Loki taught you this spell years ago!" Thor said

"He did but I forget how to un-do it!" She groaned, trying again.

"We cannot go in there to my father like this," Thor said stopping when they had reached the throne room and gesturing with a paw to his fuzzy body

"At least I made you cuter." Astri hissed, her hands glowing again

"First of all, I was always this cute. Secondly, FIX ME!" He yelled, a bark sounding at the end of his command.

His loud voice and bark echoed through the long hall they stood in as Astri tried to suppress a laugh.

"Okay, okay I think I got it." She said

"Finally. I am never letting you use your magic on me again." Thor groaned

Astri ignored his comment, after all, he'd said that in the past, and it never actually came to pass.

Dog Thor glowed a soft blue as Astri changed him back.

"Finally!" Astri clapped

"What are you two doing? Odin and I can hear you two shouting from the throne room." Frigga suddenly interrupted, pushing the doors to the throne room open.

Frigga stopped her scolding when she looked at Thor who was finally no longer a dog. Astri followed Frigga's gaze and was met with a very naked Thor who was looking at his hands, probably happy to have his thumbs back.

"I do not enjoy being kept waiting." Odin's voice joined the chaos

Oh lord. Astri wished she could just vanish into the floor right now.

"Thor. Return to your chambers and dress yourself." Odin ordered stiffly. "Even if you are romantically interested in Astri, this is not the way to go about showing it."

"Dear, I thought that your running around naked had stopped years ago," Frigga said turning away from her son "Not to mention it is in proper to be bare in front of a lady who does not wish to see you that way"

Astri kept her gaze on the wall pretending that her face wasn't going bright red as Thor stood next to her somehow unashamed about it all.

"This is uh...you know I'll just do this." Astri stammered before snapping her fingers and letting a simple-looking shirt and pants appear on Thor's body.

"Thank you, Astri, do not worry I am not romantically interested in you." Thor said patting his hand on her shoulder "Father what is it you needed to see both of us for?"

"It is Loki." Odin started, clearly trying to move past what just transpired

"He is alive," Frigga interjected turning around to face them once more, she seemed to be overflowing with the news.

"He is alive, and he is on Midgard. He holds a place called New York hostage. " Odin continued "I will be spending my night gathering magic to send one of you there. Heimdall says Loki means to invade the planet with an army."

Astri glanced at Thor whose face was stoic and serious.

"Why would he go there to invade? We have never wanted war with Earth." Thor said

"Your brother yearns for a throne. I entrust that one of you will stop him and bring him home." Odin said before turning and walking away, Frigga following him closely.

"Why do you think he is doing this now?" Astri asked remembering the pain she had felt months ago when she had finally linked their minds.

"I do not know." Thor sighed "How do we decide who is sent?"

"What do you mean? You. If Loki has an army, you're Midgard's best bet on defense." She reasoned

"Yes, but you might be able to reason with him and keep him from even starting the invasion," Thor said

"I'm sure you're just as capable," Astri said looking down at her nails

"Yes, but you're better." Thor pointed out

Astri kept her gaze down as Thor spoke of how Loki was hard to reason with and that she was better at talking with him.

"I can't go. He and I got in a fight before you destroyed the Bifrost." She said looking back up at him

"So? Loki and I fought all the time. For example, do you remember the time we fought over what the best way to kill a Bilgesnipe was? We got so heated I threw him down the steps and then nearly took his face off with my hammer. " Thor reminded her

"Yes, I remember that one. But this fight was different. I said that he was a monster, the same thing I vowed he wasn't just days before when he told me he was a Frost Giant." Astri admitted

"Everyone says something they don't mean sometimes," Thor said placing both his hands on her shoulders and gently shaking "What matters is what we do to fix our mistakes."

"That's the thing... in the moment I think meant it," Astri said, her voice a whisper.

The next day, Odin sent Thor to Midgard. Astri had seen him before he left. She had made him promise he'd bring Loki back in one piece no matter how aggravating he got and how many times he might try to stab him. Thor had of course sworn and then disappeared into a burst of magic from the AllFather. A day had passed since then and Astri had been pouring over the same book on astral projection for hours now. It wasn't the typical kind of projection Frigga had taught her and Loki as children. Instead, it was made for much larger distances and gave her the ability to physically interact with the environment around her.

"You know just staring at the page isn't going to get you anywhere." Frigga warmly said from her doorway

" I know...I just don't know if I can do it." Astri said looking up as Frigga sat next to her

"Are you speaking of the projection, because I know you're strong enough, or seeing my son again?" She asked placing a hand on Astri's

"Both." She admitted, "I'm scared that if I can't talk to him he might destroy Midgard but I'm also scared to talk to him after so long."

"You don't have to be. I know you can project to wherever my sons are and talk to both of them. I also know that I raised you to never be afraid of anything." Frigga encouraged

"Thank you," Astri said

"Of course, darling. I'll take my leave. A projection like that requires immense focus and silence I don't want to ruin anything." Frigga smiled standing "I do suggest appearing in something other than your night dress."

Astri blushed but nodded and had her armor appear on her body. She got onto her bed and laid down. She had decided she'd find Thor first. She wanted him to fill her in on what Loki was doing before she had to see him. Her eyes fluttered shut and she took a deep breath, searching for Thor. She could do this.

Her eyes opened again and she was met with a man with one eye aiming a Midgardian weapon at her. A small woman was doing the same, her red hair stood out against her black outfit. A man who was dressed in an overly tight red white and blue suit stood about twenty feet away, his fists raised. Thor was also there, smiling at Astri while telling the humans to calm themselves.

"She is my friend. Everyone lower your weapons she won't hurt you." Thor reasoned

"Stark get up here, there's another Asgardian. Leave Banner in the lab. " The redhead spoke into a table.

"She appeared on my ship with no warning you want me to believe she isn't a threat?" One-eye said

"I'm here to talk to Loki, not to cause problems," Astri said raising her hands

"Tell me why we should believe you?" The redheaded woman said

"Well for starters, I grew up with him." Astri pointed to Thor

"So did Loki." Red white and blue said

"Loki has always been a fan of dramatics," Astri began to explain

"You call taking innocent lives dramatics?" Red white and blue responded

God this guy seemed just a bit too serious for Astri's liking. He was easy on the eyes at least, Astri liked how blue his eyes were. Without the awful outfit, he might even pass as acceptable.

"She speaks the truth." Thor vouched for her

"And I also know that Loki-"

A strong scent of something filled Astri's nose and a blur of red and gold hit her.

"Target secured." A robotic voice sounded from above her "Do I get a pay bonus?"

"Get off," Astri commanded angrily, her power pushing the thing off her.

She was met with what was most likely a Midgardian clothed entirely in metal standing in front of her. The man's hands glowed and a shot flew at her, hitting her in the stomach. Her hands glowed and she used her power to pick up the chairs she had knocked over. The metal man dodged them and came at her again.

"The other two had better aim." He commented, his head turned to the chair his suit had cut in half

He was seriously pissing her off. That snark was horribly annoying.

"Really? Ever hear of distractions?" Astri smirked before hitting him with a blast that pinned him to the wall behind him. She squeezed her hand together and a loud gasp sounded from the metal man as his suit dented under Astri's will. "Knock me over like that again and I'll pull you from that ridiculous armor you think is protecting you and gut you like a fish."

"I believe her! Thor, call the fourth Sanderson sister off!" The man exclaimed as his suit let out sparks, indicating whatever Astri was doing was working.

"Alright everyone calm down." One-eye ordered, glaring at Astri who was watching the man's glowing hands.

The lights in the metal man's hands dimmed and its face opened up. A man with a strange beard and dark eyes looked at Astri. Astri sighed and let him go, he and his strange armor came away from the wall.

"How many of you are there? Because this is getting ridiculous." He said motioning to her and Thor. "By the way, I should invoice you for all this damage."

"Let me talk to him, I promise to not destroy your place anymore," Astri said, turning to one eye, ignoring the metal man who was examining his damaged outfit.

He looked over at the redhead as if he was asking for her opinion.

"Your ship, your call." She said

"Fine. Thor, Romanoff show her where he is. You do anything suspicious, like try to free him, I'll kill you." He said

Astri nodded despite knowing that the one-eyed man had a very low probability of being able to kill an Asgardian. She followed Thor and the redhead out of the room and away from red white and blue, and the strong-smelling metal man Astri wanted to toss out those large windows this place had.

"Loki is rather angry right now Astri," Thor warned

"When is he not?" Astri sighed

"We're trying to get him to tell us where the Tesseract is. If you could help us with that it'd be appreciated." The redhead said

"I'll try. Loki has never been the most cooperative though. By the way, what exactly are we on? I thought Midgard's buildings didn't reach this high." Astri asked as they passed another window. They seemed to be in the clouds.

"Some sort of floating gray palace of Fury's, he's the man with one eye," Thor explained

Astri looked over at the redhead knowing Thor's explanations could be incorrect sometimes.

"He's got the basics." She shrugged

"Oh, and this is Natasha." Thor introduced "And this is my mother's ward and my childhood friend, Astri."

"So, Astri what are you to Loki?" Natasha asked as she led them through a maze of hallways and stairs "Ex-girlfriend?"

"No...I'm a close friend, I guess." Astri asked "We haven't truly seen eye-to-eye since Thor was banished here a year ago."

"Well I'd suggest you put your differences aside, we'd like you to drag some more information out about him. Loki's been a serious pain in our ass recently." Natasha said

"What exactly has he done so far?" Astri was almost scared of the response.

"So far, he's killed 80 people in two days. He also managed to turn one of my closest friends into some mindless zombie." Natasha said

"Loki has a scepter and the Tesseract. Stark believes he's trying to open a portal for his army." Thor said

"That would make sense. Wait who is Stark?" She asked

"The one you threw chairs at and then pinned against a wall. Nice job with that by the way." Natasha explained

"Ah, the one who smelled strange." Astri nodded

"That was probably the cologne he wears," Natasha responded

"He should change it," Astri said

"I'm glad we agree." Natasha smiled

They entered another hallway and stopped at a large metal door.

"Thor is staying outside the door in case something goes wrong. Just so you know we can hear and see everything, cameras and audio are covering every inch of that cell. Anything you say or do we know about it, all the feeds go to the bridge we were just on." Natasha warned

"We were on a bridge? When?" Astri asked not remembering crossing anything

"Never mind. Stick around long enough and I'll teach you all about Earth." Natasha offered before walking away.

"Loki is in a state I haven't seen him in before," Thor warned and Astri nodded.

"How did you even get here?" He asked

"I'm not here. I learned a new form of projection so I could talk to Loki. You were right when you said I might be able to talk him out of the invasion. " Astri explained

"Did you just admit that I was right about something?" Thor grinned

"No." Astri lied

"I will have to tell Mother about this upon my return," Thor said proudly as Astri stepped away from him and towards the door.

The door opened as soon as Astri stepped closer to it and slid shut again once she had fully entered. Inside the room, a large round cage of sorts sat, suspended by large metal arms. What was most interesting was who was inside. When Astri's eyes met Loki's she swore she felt her heart jump into her throat. Her palms grew sweaty as she approached the cell.

"Hello, Astri. It's been a while hasn't it? "

In case anyone is wondering what dog Thor was, he got turned into a Golden Retriever. Also, Astri's armor is below, no she does not have blue hair.:

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whoreforsamwilson · 1 year ago

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Thor Odinson's Masterlist ϟ

For my girls that love Thor just has much as I do😉

SMUT: MDI. Content is 18+ please read at your own risk. Most of the time there is no plot.

Thunder and Lightning

┌── ⋆ ⋅ ⚡⋅⋆ ──┐┌── ⋅⋆ ⚡⋅⋆──┐┌── ⋆⋅ ⚡ ⋅⋆ ──┐┌── ⋆⋅ ⚡ ⋅⋆ ──┐

ONESHOTS: Oneshots that have smut will have a 🔥on the side.

Get Away

I love you in every universe

A King's Sacrifice

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storiesavenged · 4 months ago

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hello!! i just made this account to post some oneshots i have in mind for mcu characters. asks are open, if you have a request send it in and i may write it. check here for characters i write for and what subjects i will write.

about me;

• joy

• they/them

• 20

• newer marvel fan

• mainly tony stark, doctor strange, bruce banner, thor odinson and bucky barnes <3

• absolutely will not write smut.

• lowercase is purposeful

• i will absolutely NOT EVER write for a gendered reader. fanfiction is a space for everyone and i do not feel comfortable misgendering those that are non female and want to enjoy fanfiction too, and i do not support misgendering, even inadvertently. i am wholly against the idea that "fanfiction is only for women"

^ tldr: y/n / reader is gender neutral here always. you deserve to enjoy fanfics. you are loved no matter what gender, race, sexuality, etc you are. this is a safe space for readers of all shapes and colours. i love you <3

Writing For;

• Bruce Banner (Hulk)

• Thor Odinson

• Tony Stark (Iron Man)

• Doctor Stephen Strange

• James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes

• Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

• Rhodey (War Machine)

• Peter Parker (Spiderman)

• Steve Rodgers (Captain America)

• Sam Wilson (The Falcon)

Warnings;;

i am an angst lover so there will be lots of angst. i do write lots of triggering topics (see list below), overall DD;DNE warning. my writing will contain swearing.

i am not okay with reposting, translating or copying of my work. if my stories are seen elsewhere in a different language or otherwise it has been taken without my permission.

please read at your own discretion!!

i am not responsible for the media you choose to consume.

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️

• abuse/torture

• kidnapping

• eating disorders

• violence

• drugs/alcohol

• character death

• sexual assualt

• suicidal ideation

• anxiety/panic disorder

• PTSD

• bullying

etc... all works will have individual trigger warnings attached for what content is in them.

Masterlist ;;

key:

a : angst

f : fluff

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Tony Stark ;; assistant {a/f}

Steve Rodgers ;; coming soon

Bruce Banner ;; experiment 03 (series) {a, f} |

Doctor Stephen Strange ;; rivalry {a, f} |

Thor Odinson ;; nightmare {a, f} |

Clint Barton ;; coming soon

Rhodey ;; coming soon

Bucky Barnes ;; coming soon

Sam Wilson ;; coming soon

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chaneajoyyy · 1 year ago

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Seems like a good idea to bond🤭😌. But he was right about the house, it’s not suitable for us. Parker is soo cute!!😭. Omg the house!😫😭. I loved this!!👍🏾🫶🏾🙌🏾👏🏾🩵!

Prompt: cockwarming MBaku or Thor

We had so much fun writing this!, we hope you like it! Thank you so much for sending the request.

All that you could hear was the rain hitting the window pane. Your eyes fixed on your phone screen as you lay in you and your husband’s California king bed, your ears listened to the hard rain outside. It had been raining all day and most of last night, but you didn’t mind the rainy day, in fact, you enjoyed the natural sounds it gave off.

From the constant rush of rain to the sound of the happy toads and frogs when the rain let up a little. You were at your most relaxed when it was raining like this, so you tried your best to enjoy it.

Despite your other senses focusing on the atmosphere around you, all you could feel was your husband under you. And you were thoroughly enjoying it, but from the grunt of your husband you felt like he was enjoying it more, even though he was asleep. You adjusted yourself on top of him, whimpering quietly at the delicious stretch his dick provided. His hands quickly gripped your hips. His thick fingers digging into your skin.

Thor groaned at your slight movement. His hands instinctively reaching up to grab your hips. Only the God of thunder could make you weak even in his sleep. He thrusted up slightly, causing all your nerves to stand at attention. A cry left your lips at the movement, you couldn’t breath with how good he felt within you.

You squirmed, uncontrollably clenching around him.

His rough voice broke the silence, “I believe I told you not to move last night, little one.” He lifted you up slightly then dropped you back down, his thumb brushing your clit, a small lightning static charge almost brought you to orgasm.

“That’s not fair. When you do things like that, I can’t help it.” You squirmed, clenching around him.

“It’s not.” Thor chuckled then brushed a soft finger across your face. “But you look so pretty just sitting here on my dick. So full of me.” He caressed your stomach. “You feel, ugh, you feel so good too.” Thor felt you tighten around him at his words. “Besides, aren't you the one who wanted to sit calmly and listen to the rain?”

You did want to lay with your husband and listen to the rain, but being stuffed full of him didn’t sound like a good idea, especially if you couldn’t ride him the way you wanted. But whatever Thor wanted he got, especially if he ripped your panties off and rubbed your clit to an orgasm.

So here you sat full of him all night.

“Well.” You shifted on him ready to break his rules because it felt like he would be bringing you to another orgasm with just his zippy fingers on your clit. And honestly you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need you to fuck me. Not just bask in my warmth.” Thor smiles broadly at you and thrusted into you gently. Then with more force. His strokes constant and powerful, you couldn’t help the sounds that slipped from your lips.

“Whatever you want my love.” It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach your climax as you had both been on edge for a long time. But when you came twice you almost lost it. A tear streamed down your face, causing Thor to smile as he coated your walls with his cum. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You rolled your eyes when you felt him get hard again.

You both settled down again for several minutes, just basking in each other’s company. Your peace was ruined when you felt a drop on your head, then another, followed by another fat drop on your scalp. You looked up at the ceiling only to be blinded by another water drop.

You quickly stood from the bed, despite Thor’s protests, and grabbed one of your cleaning buckets from under the bathroom sink. Putting it in place, the steady drops of water into the bucket did nothing to calm your nerves.

“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself.

Thor stands in all his naked glory and embraces you. “I’ll never understand why you wanted this house. I have more than enough money to get you the house of your dreams.”

You shrugged, “This will be my dream home. It just felt right. Don’t worry about the leak, I’ll take care of it. There’s a bucket.” Thor nods and heads into the bathroom to get freshened up.

You walk as quietly as you can into Thor’s upstairs tool closet and get the items you think you’ll need to fix the roof and another bucket.

You grab a step stool from the laundry room and place it in the right spot to reach the main leaky area.

“Stop.” Thor’s authoritarian voice stops you in your tracks. You hand flies to your stomach protectively.

“I was just going to do it myself.” You say meekly as Thor approaches you and glances up at the ceiling. He quietly takes the items from your hand and climbs the step stool to start the work.

“You would not have even been able to reach this anyway. What were you thinking?” Thor starts patching up the roof the best he can.

“That our roof was leaking.” You respond with a slight attitude. “You didn’t seem all that motivated to fix it.”

“Yes my love, because everyday there is something wrong with this house. And I’ve told you before and will say it again. I do not want to raise our child here. It’s not safe for you or the baby.” Thor glances down at you and points at a tool he needs.

You glance at your three month pregnant belly and sigh. He was right. You just fell in love with the house and the idea of being able to make it a home for the three of you.

“I know you love the house, my love. But… I just.” You cut him off.

“I know. I made a mistake. I had these grand dreams of you and I working together to build this house into something wonderful. But I know now we can’t make it work.”

You smile sadly while looking at the poorly decorated room. The walls were bare because you wanted to paint them. The carpet needed to be ripped up and replaced. And the furniture had nothing on it because you wanted to make it easier for things to be moved out for when you finally chose your hardwood floor.

Thor’s fingers gently touched your chin forcing you to look at him.

“My love, I’ll do anything you ask of me. You know I’ll move the world for you. But this.” He gestured to the house around you. “Not right now. Please.” His large hand cupped your cheek. You sighed and closed your eyes finding comfort in the warmth of your large husband.

“Okay. I’ll move the world for you too. And as much as I love this house. I love you more. So we can look for something else.” You smile up at your husband.

5 Years Later

“Okay, my love, keep your eyes closed It’s just a few more steps.” You kept your hand wrapped tight with your son’s. His giggles brought a smile to your face. As promised you and Thor bought a beautiful new home in the suburbs. It was far more expensive than you planned, but Thor insisted that it was one of the most important purchases you would ever make. The home you would raise your family in. Of course he was right, and you definitely got used to the modern amenities.

Thor held your other hand as he led you down the sidewalk. You could hear birds and tree branches rustling but you had no idea where he was taking you. He finally stopped and held you steady as he untied the blindfold behind your head.

“Ok, beautiful. Open your eyes.”

In front of you stood an adorable little cottage. It was the perfect blend of old charm and new construction. The garden out front was perfectly done, you could smell the sweet aroma of the flowers from the sidewalk. You didn’t understand why Thor brought you here though.

“Baby, I don’t understand, what are we doing here?”

His smile was bright, “Did you forget your dream home so quickly, my love?”

And just like that everything clicked. The long hours Thor spent on the weekends getting work done, the constant questions about furniture and color palettes, and architecture. Your eyes welled up at the thought.

“You… all this time you’ve been…”

He pulled you into his arms, “You said this was your dream home. It just wasn’t the right time back then. I said I would move the world for you. Fixing up a house kind of pales in comparison.”

Parker started jumping excitedly next to you. “Hugs hugs!”

Thor chuckled and picked him up, kissing his cheeks until Parker dissolved into a fit of giggles. “That’s right, son. There are going to be a lot of hugs in this house, and hopefully, a lot of little sisters and brothers.” Thor wiggled his eyebrows, his eyes full of humor.

“Yay! I’ll be a good big brother! Can we please momma?”

You could never say no to him. His eyes were just like his father’s. You snuggled your son, your eyes glaring at your husband as he laughed.

“We’ll see buddy. Let’s go pick out your room.”

That was all the four year old needed to hear. He shot off toward the front door, you and Thor following behind him as a much slower pace.

You looked over at your husband, “Want to explain why my son is begging for a baby?"

Thor smirked, “I may or may not have shown him the nursery. He got really attached to the idea of a little sister."

"Of course he did. Seriously though, thank you for all of this. I'll never be able to thank you enough."

Thor scoffed, "Just grow with me forever in this house. That's all I want, Y/N."

You smiled, "Of course, but if the roof leaks, I'm leaving you."

Thor's booming laugh carried through the home, the sound softened your heart in a way you'd never felt before.

"Deal."

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kaces-graham-crackers · 3 months ago

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Stirring the Quiet - Sips with Stardom

Jenn Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: Y/N's morning is stirred when Jenna arrives before opening hours. She finds herself sipping coffee and sharing stories with the star again. Between bodyguards, family, and an unexpected promise, Y/N's day becomes more than just her regular routine—a start to a little more, one sip at a time.

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As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar smell of Chinese takeout filled the air. The sounds of laughter and clatter of utensils echoed from the kitchen. Kicking off my shoes and slipping into my slippers, I sighed in relief. Home. Before I could take another step, Mr. Noodles—my black-and-white tuxedo cat, complete with his signature black bowtie—greeted me by weaving between my legs, purring loudly. "Hey, Noodles," I chuckled, bending down to scratch his chin. He meowed once, flicking his tail, and followed me into the kitchen. Marcus and Caleb sat at the table, surrounded by various takeout containers. Marcus dug into his lo mein while Caleb balanced his fork in one hand and scrolled through his phone with the other. "Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence!" Marcus called out, waving his fork in the air dramatically. "Yeah, too high on your horse to join your big brothers for dinner? Caleb chimed in without even glancing up from his phone. I rolled my eyes and dropped my bag onto the floor, giving Mr. Noodles a final pat before sitting down at the table. "Whatever you say, peasants, you wouldn't believe the day I had." Marcus raised an eyebrow, grinning. "What happened? Did Tom Cruise stop by to argue with his reflection again?" Caleb snicker. "Or did Chris Hemsworth come in to try and order his post-workout protein shake?" 'Ok. So maybe I don't only keep celebrity conversations with just Wilma.' "No, I still don't know what kind of gym rat demands a coffee shop to make a protein shake," I said, grabbing some fried rice. "But actually, it was Meryl Streep. She and her manager walked in, supposedly for a meeting. And they broke into a feud over whether or not she should be having hot chocolate and a donut." Both of them looked at each other, chuckling. Marcus leaned back in his chair to scratch Mr. Noodles under him. "Meryl Streep, defending her sugar right? You go, girl!" I grinned, stuffing a dumpling in my mouth. "Yeah, his face when she chewed him out was priceless." Caleb's full attention is on me now. "What about Will Ferrell? Did he drop by and give any hints about his upcoming movie?" I shook my head. "No Will Ferrell today. But Liam Neeson came in, ordered tea and a jelly donut, and then tripped on his way out. Spilled tea all over the place." Marcus and Caleb both froze mid-bite before bursting into laughter. Marcus set his fork down, "Let me guess, he threatened the floor after that one, right?" Caleb swallowed his food, "I can just imagine him giving his famous death stare. What did you do?" "I gave him another one, free of charge," I shrugged. "The man looked so heartbroken. I couldn't let him walk out like that." They laughed again, shaking their heads in disbelief. Marcus wiped his mouth, "Man, only in your line of work do we find out Meryl Streep and Liam Neeson are out here having bad days like the rest of us."

We kept eating, trading stories about our day. Marcus talked about a guy at the gym who almost dropped a barbell trying to impress some girl. At the same time, Caleb vented about the latest office drama. While leaning over to offer the piece of chicken on my fork to Mr.Noodles, without even thinking, I casually mentioned, "Oh yeah, Jenna Ortega came in today." Marcus froze, his fork nearly dropping, while Caleb slowly lowered his phone. Both of them stared at me in studded silence. "Wait...what?" Caleb asked, voice rising. "The Jenna Ortega?" It took me a second to realize what I had just said, and I immediately felt my face heat up. Damn. "Uhh...yeah. She was just, you know, having coffee." Marcus leaned over the table, grin growing wider. "Are you seriously telling me you met Jenna Ortega and didn't freak out? Come on, you've been obsessed since she made it big on Wednesday." "I wasn't obsessed!" I protested, feeling my cheeks grow even hotter. "And it wasn't a big deal. She's just a regular person." Caleb raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Did you...like talk to her?" I groaned, running a hand through my hair and throwing my head back. "Yeah, we talked a little. She was reading a book I loved, so we ended up geeking out about the author. She already read it, too, just revisiting it." Marcus' grin grew, looking smug. "You geeked out about a book...with her? And you're sitting here acting like it's no big deal?" I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "She's just another customer like anyone else, guys," Caleb smirked. "Uh-huh, sure. Except you're blushing right now." I could feel the heat creeping back into my face. "Am not." Marcus chuckled, shaking his head. "Our lil sis rubbing elbows with big stars. Be careful if she wants to meet us, we're totally gonna embarrass you." I groaned, covering my face. "Shut Up, Please!"

After dinner, I headed upstairs. Changing into a pair of comfy sweats and a loose T-shirt. Noodles, ever my loyal shadow, hopped onto the bed and curled into a little ball beside me as soon as I laid down. He purred, vibrating through the blankets. I grabbed my phone and, doomed scrolled through Instagram and TikTok. But no matter what I did, my mind drifted back to Jenna. The way she was there—from anxious to completely calm in the café. It was hard to match that with the version of her I'd seen on the screen. And the fact that we actually talked? That was still sinking in. Then there was the blush. That small, subtle blush when she realized she was the last one left in the café caught me off guard. Jenna Ortega, the same Jenna who played the confident, intense character on screen, blushing because she'd lost track of time in a quiet little coffee shop? It made her seem so much more...cute. I immediately slapped my face. 'No, no, not what I meant. I meant human.'" When I looked over, Noodles' eyes were wide, and his tail flickering. I must have startled him with that slap. After a moment of us watching each other, Clearly unimpressed, he huffed and circled a few times, kneading the blankets before settling back down. "Sorry Noodles...What do you think? I murmured, my fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes behind his ears. "Do you think I made a fool of myself?" He responded with a soft purr, utterly unbothered by my internal crisis. I tossed my phone onto the nightstand, my mind replaying every detail of the evening: the way Jenna smiled when I brought her the donut, her casual posture as we talked about horror novels, and, of course, the way she blushed. It was as if, for a moment, she wasn't Jenna Ortega, the actress. She was just...Jenna. A regular person who got lost in a book, just like me. I sighed, rolled onto my back, and stared at the ceiling. "I'll probably never see her again, right?" I muttered to myself. Noodles meowed softly in response, unbothered by my troubles. But a small part of me couldn't help but hope that maybe she'd come back. Noodles stretched, yawned, and moved closer, curling up beside me. I smiled at his contentment, but my mind was still swirling with thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder if this was it or if I'd get the chance to talk to her again. Maybe she'd come back. With her lingering in my mind, I eventually drifted off to sleep, contemplating the unexpected conversation that had turned my usual day at work into something unforgettable.

The next morning came far too quickly. My alarm blared, and I groaned, rolling over to smack the snooze button. Mr Noodles, the early riser, pounced on my chest and meowed directly in my face until I finally gave in. "Alright, I'm up," I muttered, pushing him off and dragging myself out of bed. After a quick shower, I threw on some clothes and grabbed my bag, ready to head back to The Daily Grind. As I patted Mr. Noodle's head one more time before slipping out the door. I headed out the door, keys in hand, and my phone buzzed as I locked up. I answered. "Hey, Y/N! You're going to have to open up today," she said, practically out of breath like she was jogging. "The twins are dragging their feet and won't put their shoes on! She yelled that last part as I pulled out of my parking spot. "Mama couldn't take them, so I got stuck on babysitter duty again. I'll be in later." I chuckled, imagining the chaos on her end. "No worries, Captain, I can hold down the fort until you come." "Thanks! Oh, and by the way..." Wilma's tone shifted to something more playful. "How did things go with Primera last night?" I paused for a moment, feeling my face heat up. Of course, Wilma was going to ask. I couldn't avoid it, but...did I really have to tell her everything? I could already picture the girl tackling me if she had to find out on her own fruition. "Y/N? You still there?" Wilma prompted, clearly sensing my hesitation. I sighed, knowing there was no way out. "It was fine. We just talked a bit more," I started, trying to keep my voice casual. "Mhm, sure," Wilma replied, egging me on. "And?" I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth creep up my neck. "Jenna...actually walked me to my car," I admitted, my voice quieter now. "And then she teased me, said I had somehow 'charmed' her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She flashed that smile—half playful, half serious—like she knew she was messing with me. Honestly, it was impossible not to blush." "Wait, hold up, She walked you to your car?" Wilma interrupted, her voice dripping with amusement. I could practically see her grinning on the other side of the phone. "And what smile? You've already memorized her smile, huh?" I groaned, blushing. "It wasn't like that, Wilma. She was just being...friendly." Wilma laughed. "Friendly? Please. You're a natural-born flirt, and you don't even realize it. And with "that" smile? She was totally into i—" "I wasn't flirting!" I protested; the thought of Jenna's smirk made me doubt my words. "She was just messing with me." "Oh sure, because it's so easy to charm someone with those smooth barista skills," Wilma teased. "You better brace yourself when she comes back. You're in trouble, Y/N." "Yeah," I admitted, resting my head on the steering wheel. "And then her bodyguards showed up out of nowhere and scared the life out of me." Wilma's laughter echoed through the phone. "Bodyguards? Of course. This keeps getting better by the second! What else? I know there's more." I sighed, already resigned to the teasing. "She made me promise that the next time she comes by, I'd share some of the stories about some bodyguards at the café." There was a beat of silence, and then, as expected, her laughter doubled. "Y/N, you've got her hooked! Wild café stories? She's definitely coming back now. Congrats—you've got yourself a celebrity lover. You're basically famous." "Wilma, seriously," I groaned. "Please don't blow this out of proportion." "Oh, honey, it's already out of proportion," her voice full of playful mischief. "You've charmed Jenna Ortega, and now she's coming back for more. I can already see it—this is how it all starts." I rolled my eyes, fully aware of how this conversation would go. "You're impossible." Wilma snickered. "Well, look at you—handling business like a pro. Don't let the fame go to your head, mascot. Remember to stay humble when you're hanging out with Hollywood Royalty." "Yeah, yeah," I muttered, though I couldn't suppress the small laugh. "I'll try not to let it change me."

"Alright, gotta get these monsters buckled and shipped off to school. Don't have too much fun without me!" "Sure, I'll try not to, and hopefully, I'll survive the first horde," I said, grinning as I hung up the phone. As I pocketed my phone, I shook my head, a smile lingering on my lips. I was starting to get used to the teasing. I grabbed my bag and headed inside. The sun crept up, casting soft light through the windows as I unlocked the door. Stepping inside, I could still feel the leftover warmth from yesterday. The café was quiet and still, just how I liked it before the rush. I went to the back, checked in, and threw my stuff into my locker before heading to the employee area. I slipped into my all-black barista uniform—simple black pants and a fitted black shirt before getting my apron from the hook by the door. The apron was the only pop of color, a warm brown that stood out against the dark. As I tied it around my waist, I fell into work mode. First things first: the plants. I grabbed the watering can we kept under the counter, filled it up halfway, and made my way around, giving each hanging plant a good drink. The soft trickle of water and the rustle of leaves was strangely calming, making the café feel like it was waking up, too. I always made sure to take extra care of the plants; Wilma was obsessed with them. Her grandmother had a green thumb, and she followed suit. So she'd notice if even one leaf looked droopy. Next up, I headed to the kitchen to bake the day's pastries. The scent of flour and sugar greeted me as I pulled out the ingredients. I started with the croissants, carefully rolling the dough before placing them on the baking tray.

While they baked, I started on the rest of today's menu items. If a customer wanted anything else, we'd bake it fresh for them. Next, the muffins were mixed with batter and folded in fresh blueberries. The lemon scones were last—I zested the lemons, mixed the dough, and shaped them perfectly before sliding them into the oven. As they finished in the oven, the warm, sweet smells began to fill the café, and I could already imagine the regulars lining up for their favorites. Once they were done, I arranged the croissants, muffins, and scones, which were still hot, and I knew they'd be the first to go as soon as we opened the doors. I also double-checked the coffee machines, making sure they were clean and ready to brew all day long. Once the plants were watered and pastries set, I headed to the front window to hang up a new poster advertising an upcoming poetry night we were hosting. Wilma printed and designed it with bold artistic letters and a little sketch of a coffee cup next to it. I used a bit of tape to secure the edges, securing it to the front window and centered for everyone to see. As I finished up, I wiped down the tables and chairs, making sure everything was spotless. The last thing I needed was someone complaining about a sticky spot on a table or chair. I rearranged the cushions, giving the booths that extra welcoming touch. Everything was in place by the time I was done, and The Daily Grind was ready to go. The café had this lived-in feel that always made me smile. It was the kind of space that felt like a warm hug—for anyone who needed it. I poured the fresh streaming brew into a mug, fixing it up just how I liked it, feeling the warmth spreading through my hands. As I leaned against the counter, taking that first comforting sip, a familiar figure appeared outside, her bodyguards in tow. I wasn't even officially open yet, but when Jenna Ortega knocks, who am I to not answer? I walked over to unlock the door, letting her and the guards in. Jenna wasn't in her usual hoodie this time. Today, she wore a stylish see-through white tee paired with a pair of plaid pants with high heels. Looking casual but chic. "You look nice," I said, feeling the comment slip out naturally. Jenna smiled warmly. "Thanks. She added, "I have an early interview for an upcoming film...and then some other boring meetings," her tone was slightly sarcastic. I gave her a teasing look. "Boring? Sounds like you've got a rough life," I joked, rolling my eyes playfully. Jenna chuckles lightly, brushing her hair out of her face. "Yeah, it's tough being me," she shot back. I shrugged, "Well, technically, we're not open yet, but I've already got everything set up, so if you want, I can get you and your crew settled in." Jenna exchanged a quick look with her bodyguards, who nodded back at her. "Thanks, that would be great." I turned to the guards, who had positioned themselves quietly near the entrance. "So, what can I get you guys?" The taller two, who had a more serious demeanor, spoke first. "I'll take a hot coffee. Black, with two pumps of vanilla and a dash of cinnamon." The second guard, who seemed more talkative, said with a small smile, "Tea, please. With milk and one sugar. I'm more of a tea guy myself." I nodded and then looked back at Jenna, expecting her to give her order, but I beat her. "Iced coffee with caramel and whipped cream, right?" Jenna raised an eyebrow, "Not bad. I guess I'm predictable." Jenna leaned her back on the counter as I got to work preparing the drinks, glancing toward the front. "What's that about?" she asked, pointing to the poster I hung earlier. "Oh, that? We run an event for people to come to enjoy poetry or music with their coffee. It's pretty laid-back. Kind of a 'grab the mic if you feel like it' vibe." Jenna nodded, looking at it. "Noted," was all she said softly. "Here's your drinks," I called. Each drink lined up. I handed the bodyguards their drinks, and they settled into the bar area by the cash register while Jenna and I sat at one of the tables, far enough away to talk privately.

"Sorry to inconvenience you again." Jenna replied, smiling briefly before glancing out the window, her fingers tracing the rim of her drink, a little distracted. "You look like you're lost," I teased. "Something on your mind?" Jenna blinked, snapping out of her thoughts and giving me a small smile." Just thinking about the day ahead. Meetings, interviews...nothing too exciting." She glanced at me, smile falling slightly. "But I guess everyone has their own version of busy, right?" I nodded. "Yeah, but at least your 'busy' involves making movies. Not a bad gig." Jenna chuckled softly, "True, but you'd be surprised how much of it is just waiting around, talking about things you've already said a thousand times. It's not all glamorous." I tilted my head slightly, "I can imagine. It's like running a coffee shop. People think it's just pouring drinks and chatting with customers, but there is a lot of behind-the-scenes stuff no one sees." She looked up around me, a spark of intrigue in her eyes. "Yeah? Like what?" I shrugged. "You know, making sure machines are maintained, cleaned, and functional, keeping the inventory stocked, baking pastries fresh every day, And don't even get me started with dealing with the occasional difficult customer, celebrity or not." She laughed, her smile returning tenfold. "I guess we both deal with our fair share of drama, huh?" I grinned, nodding. "Exactly. but hey, at least you get to wear cool outfits. All I get is this apron." She glanced at my apron. "Well...it suits you. And besides, I'm sure you could pull off one or two if you tried." My blush crept up, but I sipped from my cup to cover it. Jenna gave me a playful smile, taking a sip of her own. "So," Jenna began, "Where's Wilma this morning? I feel like I'm missing the other half of this Daily Grind dynamic duo." "She had to drop off her siblings at school," I explained, getting comfortable. "We've been best friends since preschool. Never really been apart, even traveled across the country to open this place together." Jenna's curiosity grew. "That's amazing. No wonder you guys make a great team; you're like a hive mind." I nodded, laughing at the thought. "As terrifying as that is, we do make a great team. Wilma's practically family. We've seen each other through school and jobs. It's been an adventure." Jenna's gaze softened as she asked, "And your real family? Are they around?" I shifted slightly, setting my drink down. "My older brothers, Marcus and Caleb, live here in California with me. We share an apartment together. But the rest of my family, my parents and younger sister, are back in New York." Her eyes lit up. "Wait, you've got a younger sister too? Same here—she can be such a pain, always finding ways to bug me, but that's little sisters for, right?" Jenna chuckled softly, a mix of affection and exaggeration in her voice. "She keeps me on my toes." I chuckled, adding, "Tell me about it. Sometimes, it's a lot of deciding whether to ship her off or not, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. And then, of course, there's Mr. Noodles." Jenna's brow furrowed in confusion, gnawing at her straw. "Mr. Noodles?" I smiled, nodding. My tuxedo cat. He's the real boss of the house." Jenna gasped loudly, startling her guards. "I need to see pictures. Now." I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the dozens of photos I had of Mr. Noodles, and handed it over. Jenna's face lit up with a huge smile as she swiped through the photos. "He's adorable! Look at this gentleman; his tie is too cute! How can you ever leave him to go to work?" I shrugged, shaking my head. "It's tough, but he's got work too. He's a professional napper around the clock, so he manages without me." Jenna handed the phone back, shaking her head in return. But my brain froze; her fingers brushed against mine for a brief moment. It quite literally—shocked me. "Thanks," she said, her hand lingering just a second longer than I expected before she pulled away. "No problem," I replied, trying to calm my racing heart.

"I think I might be in love with Mr. Noodles more than anything else." she joked. I laughed as the door swung open, and Wilma burst in, a disheveled mess, panting like she had just run a marathon. "Sorry, sorry! I swear, herding those beasts into the car is like trying to wrangle lions." Jenna, her guards, and I all turned to look at Wilma, who attempted to play it cool, straightening up as she wiped her brow. "Don't mind me. I'll be in the back getting ready." But before disappearing, she shot me a cheeky smile and said, "Keep charming, mascot." I quickly drank from my empty mug, hoping the ground of the mug would swallow me whole. Jenna raised an eyebrow, "Mascot?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. I rubbed the back of my neck, "Yeah, it's just Wilma's nickname. She has called me since we opened the café, and she says I'm the face of the place." Jenna let out a laugh, "That's cute. It suits you," she teased, her smile growing. She added, "So, do I call you Mascot now, or is that just reserved by Wilma?" I chuckled, shaking my head. "More like trademarked; she's big on original nicknames but doesn't mind if they stick." "Alright, then, I'll have to go to the drawing board." She chuckled. Jenna's guards glanced at each other, then at the phone in front of them, before standing up. "Ma'am, we've got to head out. Your manager's been calling non-stop," one of them said, holding up Jenna's phone. It read 25 missed calls and 12 growing messages. She sighed, clearly not ready to leave, but she nodded. "Alright, guess I've got to go face the music." She stood up, and I offered to top off her coffee. "You've got a busy schedule. Want a refill to help get through it?" Jenna smiled gratefully. "That would be great, thanks." I quickly refilled her cup, handing it back to her as she pulled out some cash. I frowned, confused. "You don't have to—" She cut me off with a smirk. "I never paid for my drink the other day, and I'm covering today, too. Keep the change as a tip for the drink and for treating me like an actual person." She handed me the cash, along with a piece of paper. As Jenna and her guards left the café, the door softly closed behind them. I stare down at the money. Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my arm. "Ow!" I yelped, spinning around to see Wilma scolding me. "That was to snap you out of it. Also, for not charging your celebrity crush like a regular customer," she teased, hands on her hips. I shot her a look. "I was! I was just caught up in conversation. And besides, Jenna's a good tipper." Looking back at it, I realized the paper wasn't just her receipt—it had her Instagram handle scribbled at the bottom, along with a note that read, 'Thanks for the coffee and conversations again, Slick. You still owe me some more café stories.' I stood there, dumbfounded, as Wilma yelled back, "Come on, mascot, it's opening time before I take your tip!" Snapping back to reality, I shook my head and pocketed the receipt and money. "Alright, alright, I was just counting!"

#jenna ortega x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x y/n #wednesday addams x fem reader #tara carpenter x female reader #slow-burn

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 months ago

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Place of time

Male Reader x MCU Cast

Request - Can you write short story for black Male Reader being a actor apart of the MCU and his from Australia but some people don't know because he hides his accent and during a talk show on Jimmy Fallon it's revealed that Reader has the record for most swear words in movie history with like over 400

You are cast in the movie Avengers, playing as Charles Chandler aka 3-D Man. But you had to change your accent to American, it was easy for you to do. You get along with the cast, and on time off they invite you to dinner parties or just hang out with them. You are on a talk show with the cast and Jimmy Fallon is the host.

“Y/N, you are actually from Australia? My wife told me but I told her that you are not from Australia” Jimmy said.

“Wait, you are actually from Australia but you have an American accent,” Robert said.

“I can change accents, from American, British, and Japanese. But yes, I’m actually from Australia. The character I play is American and they told me to change my accent” You said.

“Wow. I’m surprised you didn't tell us or change back to your original accent” Chris Evans said.

“How does it feel they didn't know, Y/N?” Jimmy asked.

“I didn't give them hints or say I’m actually from Australia just like Chris,” You said.

“Wow, Y/N I feel betrayed that you didn't me at all. You are not my Aussie brother” Chris Hemsworth dramatically said to you.

You and everyone started to laugh.

“This something else, they don't know. Y/N, you have made it in the book of Guinness Book of Records. You have sworn over four hundred words in all the movies you have been in. And that is passing Samuel L Jackson. How does it feel?” Jimmy asked.

You are in the front row in the middle and everyone pats your shoulders. They are happy for you and they are surprised at the same time. Now, you started to talk in your Australian accent.

“Wow, I didn't know I made it into the book. This is so cool” You smiled.

“We are so happy for you, Y/N. Wow, now you talk in your Aussie accent” Elizabeth smiled.

“I can't believe you have said bad words over two hundred times,” Chris Evans said.

“I didn't keep count, i just repeated what was in front of me” You giggled.

“We would have shown a small clip but all we would hear is the bleep sound,” Jimmy said.

Throughout the interview, you continued to talk in your Australian accent. After the show, you go out to eat with them. You took a selfie with them and you posted it on your Instagram account.

✫ ✯ ✯ ✯

You are still filming, your last scenes for the movie Avengers. You just found out online that you will be in a movie with Ryan Reynolds and Samuel L Jackson.

“What are you watching?” Chris Hemsworth asked.

“Ryan posted a video of me and Samuel. Watch this video, is funny. And I got the role for a new movie” You said.

“Congratulations, mate,” Chris H said.

You and Chris started to laugh at the video.

Ryan posted a video and you shared it on your social media platforms. He wrote a caption; I wonder who would say the most bad words in the movie, Y/N or Samuel?? He also posted a clip of you and Samuel cursing in every scene of every movie. Many people started to comment and a lot liked the video. You couldn't help to keep laughing at what Ryan did, you and Chris kept watching the video.

#marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #male reader fanfic #male reader insert #mcu cast imagine #marvel mcu x reader

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago

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She's so lovely

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Elizabeth introduces you to the world

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. We're also going to pretend here that talk shows are broadcast live, thank you very much. This was requested by one of you! Thanks you for the request, anon!

MASTERLIST

“You’re so gorgeous, my love.”

The words were whispered against the crook of your neck and you closed your eyes when you felt slim arms wrapping around you from behind. You hummed happily, letting your body rest against your girlfriend and smiling. She pressed her lips on your neck while one of her hands pressed against your stomach to keep you in place.

You opened your eyes after a few seconds and met her gaze on the mirror in front of you. “Thank you,” you replied shyly.

Elizabeth smiled and kissed your shoulder. “Are you ready to go?”

Your eyes met through the mirror and you found yourself blushing at the way her pupils seemed to take over her very green eyes as she looked at you. Even if you had been together for over a year now, the way she looked at you at times still made you blush, her presence still made butterflies come up in your belly, and you still found yourself giggling like a schoolgirl sometimes. You had a crush on your girlfriend, that’s for sure.

“I’m ready,” you agreed with a nod as you turned your head to look at her.

Elizabeth was slightly taller than you thanks to the high heels she was wearing so you raised one hand to caress her cheek and pull her in for a quick kiss, making sure you wouldn’t smudge your lipstick and ruin your makeup. She accepted the kiss happily, humming and licking her lips when you pulled away, although she made sure to keep you close to her.

“I’m ready to go too,” she said after a second. When you turned to give yourself another glance at the mirror, Elizabeth leaned down to kiss the back of your head as her hands squeezed your waist. “You’re going to be the most beautiful woman in there.”

“Have you seen yourself?” You declared with a fond eye roll.

Elizabeth chuckled and finally took a few steps back to grab her purse from the bed. You took advantage of that to give her another look. She had chosen to wear a black dress with a big opening at her right leg and her hair was perfectly pulled into a bun with a few strays falling down her face. Her nails were painted a dark green shade and she kept her jewelry simple enough, and you could barely believe that woman was your girlfriend.

One of your friends jokingly asked you once how you managed to date her and you had playfully told them you had no idea, but it wasn’t exactly a lie. Maybe the Universe really liked you or something.

“Can you remind me who else is going to be there?” You inquired while you waited for her to check if she had everything she needed in her purse.

Elizabeth hummed. “Not many people,” she started. “I think most of our castmates couldn’t make it, but Scarlett, Robert, Hemsworth and Holland said they would be able to make it.”

It has been over a year but you still weren’t used to hearing those names being thrown around like nothing. You were still a bit starstruck when you were reminded that your girlfriend knew and worked with those people, not to mention some other big names in the industry. It also made you nervous because that was the first time you were meeting any of them. You’ve met some of Elizabeth’s friends and her family, but you kept yourself far from that artistic world until then. But then Chris Evans invited Elizabeth to his wedding - a very sudden wedding, might you add - and she asked you to be her plus one, something you couldn’t deny her.

Elizabeth had promised you everything would work out just fine and that the press didn’t even know about the wedding, not to mention that Evans had assured everyone that no pictures would be leaked anywhere, but you weren’t worried about it because of you. Elizabeth spent the last few years trying to keep her private life away from the rest of the world and you didn’t want her newfound peace to be ruined.

“Oh, can I put my phone there?” You asked when you noticed Elizabeth was about to zipper her purse.

She threw you an amused glance but nodded and reached out to take the cell phone from where you left it charging by the bed. After that, you both made sure you had the hotel room key and left to take the car that was waiting for the two of you.

[...]

“Lizzie!” You heard the chirpy voice before you noticed the woman walking towards you, but, as soon as you realized who it was, you almost choked on the champagne you had been drinking. “It’s so good to see you again!”

Elizabeth unwrapped her arm from around your waist to accept the hug Scarlett was aiming at her, smiling brightly at her friend. “Hey, Scar! Have you been here for long? Didn’t see you before.”

“Oh, no, I just got here.” Scarlett pulled away while waving a hand to someone else she saw in the crowd. “And already lost my companion to Hemsworth,” she said with a huff.

Elizabeth laughed. “He tried to take mine away too, but I threatened to tell his kids he’s not a superhero.”

Scarlett also laughed while your eyes kept going from one woman to the other, and she eventually turned her head to look at you. If she was surprised to see you, she didn’t show, although you could point out that she was a Hollywood actress. “You must be the famous girl Elizabeth told everyone about.”

You blushed and raised a hand to put your hair behind your ear all while Elizabeth looked at you with loving eyes. “Are you sure she wasn’t talking about someone else?” You joked with a chuckle.

“Nope,” Elizabeth was the one to reply, popping the word before curling her arm around you again. “Scar, that’s my girlfriend. The one and only.”

It was perhaps the way she said that with so much love in her voice, or the way she was looking at you as if you were the most important person on Earth to her, but you found yourself smiling a bit goofy at her, radiant and joyful, enough to draw a laugh from Scarlett. You felt your cheeks heating up, but you didn’t have the time to be actually ashamed of it because Elizabeth quickly pulled you closer to kiss your forehead as if she knew, just by looking at you, that you were a bit nervous and needed her touch to keep you grounded.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you,” Scarlett said when you turned to look at her again. She had that motherly smile on her face that no one who hadn’t kids could master and it made you instantly feel more at ease with her. “I’m glad to see that Lizzie here finally found someone to hook her for good,” she joked.

You laughed while Elizabeth groaned and pinched her nose. “I’m not Evans, come on,” she mumbled.

“Evans was faster than you.” The voice that interrupted your conversation was much deeper this time and you recognized it before the man joined the small group you were in. Robert had his signature sunglasses on and a nice suit, his lips crooked in a lopsided smile as he tilted his head to look at Elizabeth from over his glasses. “Or so I heard.”

“Yes, keep making fun of me,” Elizabeth complained, albeit she also sounded amused by all of that. Her arm hadn’t left your waist and you were just happy to see her interact with her friends, people she worked with for ten years now.

“I will,” Robert replied in a provocative manner but his attention soon turned to you. “How did Hemsworth not pull you away? I haven’t seen my wife since I got here.” Before you could even think of a reply though, he was already reaching out one of his hands. “Robert, nice to meet you.”

“Hello,” you greeted him with a polite smile. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hemsworth was scared away,” Elizabeth completed. “And this is my girlfriend.” You didn’t miss the way she looked at you with dreamy eyes.

“Yes, I could tell,” Robert joked as he turned his head to Scarlett. “Her arm is, like, wrapped a thousand times around the poor girl.”

Scarlett laughed as Elizabeth shoved his shoulder playfully, but the actress soon looked over your shoulder in time to see someone else getting closer. “Hey, why is Lizzie the only one with her significant other?!” And that’s how you met Tom.

The wedding kept going without surprises after that. Hemsworth returned with everyone’s husbands, wives and girlfriends after a while and your group soon found a table to sit at while talking. You got along just fine with all of them, feeling very confident with your words after Elizabeth placed a hand on your thigh under the table to show her support. You soon forgot those people were movie stars and it was easy to laugh and joke around with all of them. Evans showed up at one point to chat and thank everyone for their presence, and he was also introduced to you. Once again, Elizabeth didn’t hide how proud and utterly happy she was when telling him you were her girlfriend, and it made you blush like all the other times she did that.

At one point, you all reunited with Evans to take photos, then you stepped to the side with everyone’s spouses to allow the Marvel cast to take pictures of their own, before Evans and his new wife started to call the other couples for more pictures. You and Elizabeth were one of the first to go, keeping your photos simple and fast before going back to the bar to grab something to drink. Hemsworth found you there and, this time, didn’t back away from grabbing you to a drinking contest.

You two stumbled back to your hotel room in the early hours of the morning, both barefoot after kicking your shoes in the cab, laughing and still talking about the party you had just left.

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“So, we all know Elizabeth Olsen and Benedict Cumberbatch have some very exciting news for us with their new movie coming up!” James Corden told his audience while both actors listened to him talking while sitting in the seats next to him. “But it appears they’re also having some busy personal lives! Benedict, you have recently welcomed a newborn!”

“Oh, yes,” the man said calmly as usual and with a wide smile that showed up when he talked about his family. Elizabeth watched her coworker and friend with a soft smile of her own, her legs crossed and hands resting on a knee. “My house has been very loud for a while now.”

“I can imagine that,” the host agreed with his natural eagerness. “It’s your third one, the house is getting full now.”

“It is. The back of the car also doesn’t fit anyone else, so maybe it’s time to stop right here,” Benedict joked, earning some laughs from the audience, the host and Elizabeth.

Her laugh, though, caught James’ attention to her and he soon directed his next question to her. “Any newborns in your life?”

“No,” she replied with a chuckle. “I’m staying away from diapers, thank you very much.”

“That’s funny of you to say because people on the internet seem to enjoy calling you their mom,” James declared with a laugh as Elizabeth’s face turned a bit pink.

“I know! That’s so weird! I don’t know why they do that,” she said.

“Well, we do,” James started, “but I don’t think we should tell you just yet.”

Sitting on your couch at home, you almost choked on your food when you heard that. You had turned on the TV to watch your girlfriend’s interview for her upcoming movie but you didn’t imagine you would hear anyone addressing the fact that people were thirsty for Elizabeth all over the world. You could only laugh when it seemed that James’ words only made Elizabeth more confused and you just knew she would ask you about it again soon. You still didn’t want to tell her though because her confusion was too cute to watch.

“Anyway,” James’ voice caught your attention on the television again, “we recently found out that one of your castmates got married a few months ago and that you attended the ceremony.”

“Well, we were called to the party,” Elizabeth corrected him gently. “Benedict couldn’t go because, as you said, he had a newborn to look after, but I went and it was so much fun.”

“We saw that,” James teased her. “I think Hemsworth and Tom Holland posted a few pictures last week. It did seem like it was a good party.”

He pointed to the screen behind them where a few photos of the Marvel cast partying were flashing for the audience to see. None of the photos were compromising or too embarrassing, but Elizabeth was glad to see she only appeared in one of them. The last photo was of Elizabeth with the newlywed couple smiling at the camera and it brought a chorus of ‘aw’ from the audience. Elizabeth knew her friend had posted that picture a few days before to finally announce his marriage to the world because he asked for her permission first and she also knew what picture was being shown after that because the show’s producers told her about it.

Then one of the photos with all of the Marvel cast and their spouses appeared and she couldn’t help but smile happily at that. You looked so beautiful standing there by her side, smiling at the camera and pressed against her, and it made her remember all the fun you had that night. You also saw Hemsworth doing bunny years at Zendaya and you, Robert’s wife sharing a laugh with Scarlett, and how you and Evans had supported your arms on Holland’s shoulders since he was shorter than both of them. It was a great picture, one that Elizabeth was seriously thinking about hanging on the wall of her home office, but it also brought questions.

There you were among everyone else, someone people had never seen before and who was gladly standing there with Elizabeth’s free arm around your waist. Back home you were holding your breath. Your girlfriend told you it was going to happen, of course, since you had to agree with it as much as she had, but that didn’t stop you from feeling nervous about it. You almost wished they would go back to talk about Benedict’s son, although you were still pretty sure about it when you talked with Elizabeth the day before.

She wanted to tell the world about you and you had agreed with that, but now it was a bit unsettling to have your anonymous identity going away like that.

“We can see some familiar faces,” James declared, bringing your attention back to the interview. You noticed the way Elizabeth nodded along his words even if she still wasn’t looking at him. “And we can see someone we’re not familiar with at all! Elizabeth, care to tell who that is?”

Elizabeth laughed politely at him before tilting her head to the side to answer his questions. “Well, yes. That girl by my side, you know, the most gorgeous woman in the picture?” She playfully winked at the camera and, even miles away, you felt your face heating up. “That’s my girlfriend.” It was a statement said with pride and clear happiness, something you didn’t think you would ever get used to hearing, and it made your heart beat faster inside your chest. Elizabeth talked about you with love in her voice and her eyes even through the screen.

“What?” James pretended to be as shocked as his audience was. “You need to explain that to us, Elizabeth!”

Your girlfriend chuckled and shared a look with Benedict before going on. “We’ve been dating for a while now.”

“How long is a while?”

“Uh,” Elizabeth added a dramatic pause as she smiled. “Over a year.”

“A year?!” James exclaimed loudly. “How did you keep that from us?!” He joked.

“Oh, well, you know, I didn’t want anyone trying to steal my girlfriend from me,” Elizabeth joked as well. “But yes, that’s the thing. We have been together for a while now, we recently moved in together, and I thankfully had the best plus one at Chris’ wedding.”

“Hopefully she will be the plus one for a while,” James commented in a tone that made it clear he was moving away from that topic soon. The show’s production had agreed with Elizabeth to talk about it briefly and not have him ask for your name or any personal information.

“I’m kind of hoping I get to be her plus one forever, James,” Elizabeth laughed. “Not going to lie, that’s what I’m aiming for.”

While James made a joke about it and people laughed, you were left smiling at yourself alone in your living room. Elizabeth wouldn’t be home for another three hours as far as you knew, but you wished you could hug her and kiss her to show how much you appreciated her words. You also hoped to stay in Elizabeth’s life forever and you wanted to say that to her face.

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“You’re here!” You yelped when you saw Elizabeth walking through the front door.

You barely gave her any time to prepare before you jumped in her arms, forcing her to catch you so you wouldn’t both end up on the floor. She laughed, the sound hitting your ear and making you feel giddy for a moment, but she held you tightly as she let go of her purse and phone, not caring when they hit the ground.

“I’m here,” she agreed. “Why do I get this reception?”

“I missed you,” you told her as you started to press sloppy kisses all over her face. “And you’re the best girlfriend in the world, and I also want to be your plus one forever.”

Elizabeth accepted the kisses between laughs but she eventually had to put you down when her arms started to give in. Even so, she kept her hands on your waist and you wrapped your arms around her neck to keep her close. “I love it and I love you, but I need to take a shower. I’m gross. We also need to get dinner started.”

“I love you so much,” you declared before pulling her in for a kiss.

It didn’t take long for it to get a bit heated, although you kept your hands from roaming her as you wished because you knew it wasn’t the time for that. Elizabeth was still wearing the clothes she wore to give her interviews that day and you just knew she probably hadn’t eaten at all. Even so, you finished the kiss by pecking her lips a couple of times before finally pulling away.

“Go take your shower, I will get dinner started,” you told her.

Elizabeth agreed and soon disappeared into the hallway that led to the bedrooms. You went in the opposite direction towards the kitchen where you hoped to get a few things ready before your girlfriend left the shower. Elizabeth loved to cook, but you liked making things easier for her by chopping onions and other things she might want to use.

You were putting on a song on your phone minutes later when you got a notification from Instagram saying Elizabeth had just posted something. You were surprised because it has been at least two years since she posted anything on her feed and she only used her stories to promote her upcoming works, so you wasted no time to click on it and see what it was about. As soon as the app opened, you saw a picture of the two of you taken at Chris’s wedding.

You didn’t remember who took it, but it was of you receiving a kiss on the cheek as you smiled widely and Elizabeth tried to, in vain, to put her hand in front of the camera. The photo didn’t show much, just your faces, your arms draped on Elizabeth’s shoulders and her hand, but it was pretty obvious how much you loved each other. You could almost feel it by just looking at it. It was a great photo, one that you knew Elizabeth used as her screensaver, but you soon moved to the small text she posted with it.

“Hey, world. I would like for you to meet my girlfriend, my partner. My secret for the past months, if you may, but we don’t want it to be a secret anymore because I want you all to know her. My secret is smart, she’s funny, she’s sweet, she’s so lovely, she understands me and has no problem being weird with me. Every single day I find new things to love about her and I’m pretty sure you guys will see why now that you know her too. Even so, I ask for your guys' respect and understanding to keep her life as private as possible. My love, my better half, I can’t wait to find out what our lives have prepared for us. Together.”

You had tears in your eyes when you were done reading that and one of them couldn’t be contained and slid down your cheek before you could stop it. Elizabeth hadn’t tagged you on the photo or provided your user anywhere, although you were sure people wouldn’t take that long to figure it out. You kept your socials private and they would stay like that, but you still felt thankful for her attempt to keep you out of the media for a while longer.

You would wait for Elizabeth to come back to the kitchen and then you would tell her how much you wished to navigate life with her. Forever.

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emberenchanted · 1 year ago

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I love each and every one of these and I LOVE that Thor is PE and Drivers Ed 😅🤣

Shield High School Faculty and Staff

Mr. Nicholas Fury, Principal

Science

Dr.Bruce Banner Mr. Anthony Stark

Biology/ Chemistry Physics

Wrestling Forensics

Social Studies

Mr. Sam Wilson (Dept. Chair)

Government/Economics

Track

Mr. James Barnes Mr. Steven Rogers

World History US History

AP European History Baseball

Chess club

Math

Mr. Peter Parker

Calculus

Golf

English Literature

Mr. Loren Olson

British and World Literature

Fencing

World Language

Ms. Natasha Romanoff

Russian

Gymnastics

Electives

Mr. Eric Masterson

PE and Driver’s Education

Football

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justjams2003 · 6 months ago

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Hiiii I'd like to request something about Chris Hemsworth......idk if your into kpop groups or if you like it or not but if you want to accept my request please kindly do a little research on it here's the story

So the reader is a part of a kpop girl group and her and Chris are dating secretly...he was also seen attending the readers group concert but the fans thought it was just because they are good friends that's why but reality is something that they are dating but fans some how people find out and start freaking out lol...... I'll leave the ending to you

Thank you so much for taking your time and reading this if you don't like the idea please feel free to ignore I totally understand....

Hi, girly pop! Sorry that this one took me like forever and a day. But I hope it's to your liking!

Pairing: Chris Hemsworth x Kpop idol!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, kissing, but nothing dirty actually happens. Wet cat eyes. Babygirl Chris Hemsworth. The use of Y/N. Let me know if I missed something

Word count: 1,8k+ Undeited

Divider by: @princessantisocial

The studio lights cause the sweat to bead down your forehead. Your group’s makeup artist is quick to fix this. She wipes the sweat off and then brushes some powder there again. “Are you alright?” She asks, her black brows furrow together while she fixes the creases around your nose.

Korean is like English to you now and you don’t even need to translate it anymore. “I’m just like a really big fan so, I’m a bit nervous.” She smiles and then takes a step back. She nods, proud of her work. Jisoo giggles, she is listening in on the conversation. You give her a slight shove. “Don’t even start.”

She listens to your warning but she does give you a knowing wink. You feel your heartbeat rise when the other studio door opens and The Avengers Endgame actors start to fill the room. They’re on the Korean leg of their press tour. And your band released a song for the movie. And one of the actors has been your crush since the first Thor movie came out.

You’re sitting right in front of where Chris is supposed to be sitting. Where usually there’d be an interviewer and an interviewee, now you’re both interviewing each other. You sit with the cards in front of you, each member has their own cards. You notice his presence by his delicious scent. Your head is slow to look up but you’re instantly hit with his bright blue eyes.

You sit up straighter, and your breath gets stuck in your chest. And when he sits down you realise you have to breathe and have no choice but to let out a shaky puff of air. Your eyes glance at your managers, their eyes look dangerous and you know that this isn’t your image. You’re supposed to be the fun one, the confident one.

The cameraman nods, three, two, one. “Hi, we’re BLACKPINK.” Your group says in unison, some making finger hearts and others a peace sign. Then it’s your turn to speak. “And we’re here to interview The Avengers Endgame cast.” Okay, yeah, it’s cool, you’ve got this. You’re sure you look cool as can be.

You watch his every move. The way he scratches his beard when he thinks about his reply to a question. The way his bright blue eyes linger on you before quickly looking away when you notice. How he leans in when you speak. Licking his lips as if he stopping himself from saying something.

Or when he leans back in his chair. His hips move forward as he gets comfortable. The way his slacks stretch around his huge thighs. His thighs make you think of all sorts of filthy things. You imagine yourself in his lap, his big hands on your hips. You can just see yourself bucking into the seams of his pants and-

He speaks and your eyes snap up to him. He’s looking straight at you, did he see the lust in your eyes? “I have a question.” Chris’ voice is like hot lava against your back. “Let’s hear it.” You reply almost automatically, so badly just wanting to talk to him. His bright blue eyes fall down to his cards, they scan over the words as he reads them over.

“Which Avenger is each member’s favourite Avenger?” Of course, this has to be the one that he asks. But he’s got this sly grin about it. Previous interviews flash through your mind. You try to think of all the times you’ve gushed over him and you can feel your face turn the same colour as the pink skirt you’re wearing.

The four other BLACKPINK member’s heads all turn to you. They all have this shit-eating grin on their face. “Go on, tell him,” Lisa speaks, urging you on. Chris raises his brow and then RDJ interrupts. “Y/N, is there something you’d like to tell us?” Then all of the girls begin giggling. You bite your lip, trying to fight off the smile.

“It’s sort of a...inside joke that I’m kind of...obsessed with Thor.” His eyes go big and he forms a sort of shit-eating grin. His muscular arm reaches back and rests on the chair’s top railing. You feel just about ready for the floor to swallow you whole. But luckily Jisoo saves you the embarrassment. “My favourite is Wanda, 'cause she’s a badass girl.”

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“Y/N, we’ve got some good news and some bad news.” The director of your new music video speaks. He’s holding his clipboard like always. You can’t really nod since there are about three different people working on your look for the music video. Luckily you don’t have to.

“You know how we have that scene where we have you lean against a guy’s chest?” Again he speaks without a reply from you. “Well, that guy cancelled. But strangely enough, we got a call right after they cancelled asking to be their replacement.” Your brows furrow together but then your director steps aside.

It’s not very hard to see the Chris Hemsworth being oiled up by one of your makeup artists. Those wave blue eyes find you the second you see him. You can feel yourself turn bright red. He just looks so good and you can feel your hands itch to touch him.

Your heart is racing in your ears. Chris looks so delicious lying on the set. It’s a messy bed, his abs flex as he gets comfortable in the bed. He holds out his hand for you. His hand is so much bigger than yours and so warm too. He’s so gentle when he guides your hips against his. His body heat makes your blushing cheeks so much worse.

“Just breathe.” He whispers into your ear, his fingers tickling your waist. You try your best to touch him as little as possible. “How can I?” You mumble looking into the camera while they set it up. “Just imagine this is every day for us. Imagine that my hands are always on you like this.” Your breath hitches and the thought only makes your cheeks redder.

The director speaks, he uses his fingers to count down to one. Then the music begins playing. You lip-sync to the song, you’re in your element, and you remind yourself just how long you’ve been working on this song. But then his lips are on your neck and for just a few seconds you lose focus.

“Sorry, sorry,” you mutter when the cameras cut. A sigh escapes you and you lean back looking up at him. “That’s not very professional of you.” You scoff but you’re quickly shut up when his thumb grazes over your bottom lip. “How can I be professional when you’re looking at me like that, looking like this?”

His breath smells so minty and his lips look so soft when he speaks. Breathing feels almost unnatural around him. His fingers pinch your chin and force you to look up at him. His eyes look so stormy when he speaks. “How old are you, little girl?” You understand completely how he feels when he says it’s hard to stay professional.

“25.” You reply to him. He lets out a groan and then grabs you by the hips. He pulls you closer, higher up, adjusting so just you’re no longer lying on his groin. “Okay, we’re ready to start again.”

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His lips are on yours and his hands are all over your body. “Chris...” You mutter into his neck. He pushes you further against the wall. You’re trapped in his arms, in his scent, in his touch. “We shouldn’t be doing this...I’m not allowed to date.” Again you try to get his attention but Chris is just too furious for you.

He had you cornered after the shoot. Quickly had you in some storage closet. His rugged voice and smooth touch had your knees weak and you just couldn’t resist when he placed the softest gentlest kiss on your lips. It was like his mouth was made of delicious cotton candy. And he tastes just as sweet.

He sighs, seeing just how serious you are. His hand swipes across his lips. Trying to get rid of the feeling of your lips on his. “Come to my house. No one will see. Just me and you.” He suggests, his big blue eyes look to be pleading with you. Like he needs you more than he needs air. You sigh, crossing your arms. The way he looks at you...you just can’t say no.

“Please.” It’s like a punch in the gut when his voice cracks. Begging to see you just once more. How are you ever supposed to resist? But the thought of your managers finding out...it could cost you your job. “If anyone asks, we’re just friends. I know the routine. I know how I’ll have to hide.”

A sigh escapes you. He’s so smooth with his words, he knows exactly what to say. “Okay, but just this once.”

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His laugh is like intoxicating incense that makes your head swirl. And when he’s done laughing he fiddles with the rings on his fingers and the watch around his wrist. You look down at the empty plate. Your stomach feels full and your heart too. Your cheeks hurt from just how much he’s made you laugh.

You look around at his big house. You took the first opportunity you could find to head to Australia and see him. Each time that the thought crossed your mind of just ignoring him you’d see those eyes and the way his voice broke. Begging for you to just see him. Now, you’re glad you came.

Chris’ house is so empty. Everything looks like it’s come straight out of an Architectural digest. Like it’s been thoroughly cleaned before you came. Very few signs of someone living there. You can’t really imagine someone living here. “Don’t you get lonely, all on your own?” You ask, finally returning to him. It’s as if he just can’t stop looking at you. When you see him, he sees you.

“I’m rarely home...don’t you get lonely?” He leans his chin on his intertwined hands. You smirk, eyes all over him. “I’m rarely home.” You repeat his words to him. “But...” Again a sigh escapes you. “I haven’t laughed this much in a long. I haven’t eaten this good in so long...” His hand slowly creeps up, grabbing yours in his.

You feel this sort of magnetic draw towards him. Like the whole world just spins around him. When he smiles, you smile. When he laughs, you laugh. You feel sort of at home. Talking to him moves so smoothly. And everything inside of your heart and soul is telling you to-

“Stay.” Chris’ deep Australian accent cuts off your obsessive ramblings. It’s as if he’s reading your mind...

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mochie85 · 2 years ago

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Congratulations!!🎉🎈🍾

Could you please do fluff prompt 48 You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” with Tom and shorter reader?

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Summary: It's Hollywood's biggest night and Tom is hoping to win more than just an Oscar. A/N: Part of my 1k Celebration and @the-slumberparty week 3 writing challenge: Something New. I've never written short-reader trope before. Thank you to @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA reader and @michelleleewise for some great ideas. I don't know how I could continue to write without your ladies' endless support 😘😘😘. And thank you to @huntress-artemiss for the request. Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Fluff Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Tom looked into the mirror as he rinsed the suds off his hands. Shaking off the excess water, he reached for a towel and dried them. He looked straight into his eyes, trying to keep the nervousness at bay.

It’s a big night for you. You’re going to do fine. You’re probably not going to win anyway, Tom sighed. Just focus on one thing and the rest of the night will go smoothly.

He ran his hands through his hair and pinched his bow tie one last time before he made his way out into the lobby. Focus on one thing, he repeated in his head.

These award shows always leave him a nervous wreck. He never expects to win. When he does, of course, it’s great, but then it brings on a whole new emotion of excitement and anxiety.

When he doesn’t win, it tends to be worse. He has to find that right balance of remorse and humbleness so that the media doesn’t portray him in an evil lie.

Oh, he could read the tabloids now, “And the Oscar goes to…, not Tom Hiddleston.” Or “Hiddles angry that he didn’t win his Oscar. Pictures and commentary on page 3.” He laughed about it internally, a smile on his face as he fixed his cufflinks.

“Come on man. Took you long enough,” Chris exclaimed patting his back. “I think they stuck most of us in the same row.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’d be nice to see some familiar faces again.” Tom recounted the last time he saw anyone from The Avengers movie. The movie that brought together and cemented the friendship of seven individuals.

“I think Scarlet wants you to sit next to her.”

“Oh no. Does she?” Tom fretted.

“What?” Chris wondered.

“She’s been trying to set me up with one of her acquaintances,” Tom rolled his eyes.

“She can be quite persistent,” Hemsworth laughed.

Tom sighed as he accompanied Chris across the massive lobby. The plush red carpet matched the dramatic drapes hung from the ceiling. At the end of the hall was a grand staircase leading upstairs to the auditorium's main entrance.

The two friends stood in line waiting to ascend the stairs as photographers and reporters lined the banisters calling out their names, hoping to get an interview. Tom tried to drown out the noise. He tried to focus on one thing before he went crazy, and his anxiety took over. Tom took a deep breath. Just focus on one thing, he chanted in his head.

He opened his eyes and focused on the first thing he saw, an intricate design of beadwork and crystal that was in front of him. Tiny gold stars were scattered on a black sateen gown. They clustered at the top hem of the dress and sporadically fell towards the bottom. The back of the gown was secured by a beaded pin of a crescent moon, gracing your bare lower back. The whole gown looked like star fall plummeting in the night sky.

“Chris,” Tom whispered. “Is this whom I think it is?” Tom stared hard at your graceful figure. Not once taking his eyes off you. Chris gazed hard at you trying to see whom Tom was talking about.

“Ayee...yup. Yes, that’s her.”

“Didn’t she win the Oscar last year for…”

“Yes. I believe she did.” Chris mused.

“Is she up for anything tonight?”

“I think she’s presenting, actually.”

You gathered your dress, preparing to walk up the imposing staircase. Looking around you making sure you were not going to trip on your own outfit, you held your left hand out to steady yourself as you took that first step.

Tom, sensing you needed help, took your outstretched hand. “May I escort you up the stairs?”

The sudden voice and unexpected contact must have shocked you. You looked up at him with a startled expression and a blush on your face. A small smile graced his lips as he noted the sparkle in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you whispered, as photographers flashed their cameras at your interaction. Tom held your hand firmly as you gathered the rest of your dress in your other hand. Focused on making each step, Tom held on to you tightly, becoming the anchor you needed in such a cumbersome gown. “They must have altered this dress three times already just for me. But they can’t seem to get the length right. Even with me in heels,” you admitted shyly.

Tom laughed, finally noticing the height difference between you two. He was so used to towering over everyone, he never really gave it much thought. “Well, it looks lovely on you. You look beautiful tonight.” You looked up suddenly at his compliment. Heat radiating down your skin. Your eyes arrested his thoughts and hitched his breathing, making him at a loss for words.

“The…uh…the dress. The dress is quite beautiful. Oh, not to say that you’re not beautiful. You are! You’re beautiful. In the dress. Oh, God. Please tell me I haven’t botched this up completely?” He stuttered, hiding his face in his palm. You laughed and squeezed his hand.

You almost fumbled at the top step, if it weren’t for him holding on to you so securely. “Thank you,” you said once again, and he reluctantly let go of you. “Good luck tonight. I hope you win,” you said, cheering him on.

“Thank you. You, too. Me too. I-I mean I hope so,” Tom stumbled on his words. You smiled at him once again, heading inside, leaving him to stare after you.

“Smooth,” Chris said, clapping Tom on his shoulder. “Real smooth.”

“Ugh, I’m a complete knob!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think she noticed,” Chris said laughing.

Inside, the auditorium was stuffy and pompous. Two hours of everyone with their forged smiles and mock interests. Scarlet did manage to get Tom to sit next to her. She mentioned a friend of a friend who’s a writer for a late-night talk show in Los Angeles. Tom tried his best to be courteous but not commit to anything serious.

Minutes. Hours. They seem to drag by as the night continued up until it was time to announce Best Female Performance in a Leading Role. Tom knew you weren’t nominated for anything tonight, but that didn’t stop him from wondering where you were.

Were you sitting somewhere in the audience with other nominees? Or perhaps you were backstage mingling with some of tonight’s winners. It wouldn’t be long now till they got to the category he was nominated for, which made him nervous.

The heat in the room suddenly increased tenfold and the noise of the audience started to echo in his mind. Their clapping died down as the winner was announced and accepted her award. Focus on one thing. Focus on one thing. He closed his eyes as he took a lungful of air in. Breathing slowly.

Exhaling, Tom opened his eyes and suddenly everything else disappeared. Every sound went silent. Every light dimmed, focusing on a central spotlight on stage. And all he could see was you.

You walked out, unaccompanied, to the soundtrack of your award-winning movie. Tom watched you carefully, knowing full well that you were anxious about your dress and stumbling. With a cool look and a smile on your face, you hid your anxiety about tripping. You demonstrated exactly why you were worthy of that Oscar last year. Carefully taking a calculated step toward the podium and ignoring your long, imposing gown.

“Last year, I was very fortunate to stand up on this very stage and accept the award for Best Female Performance in a Leading Role…”

Tom tried to focus on you, instead of the nagging anxiety that was wracking his brain. Your gown had taken on a different hue under the bright spotlights. It had turned to a rich navy blue. The sequences on the stars shone brighter, glittering to gather everyone’s attention.

“This evening will be another night of firsts for me as I present the award for Best Male Performance in a Leading Role.” Tom was awestruck as he watched you on stage. Your smile was charming, and your laughter was contagious.

Tom heard you say his name twice that night. Once when you were reading the nominees. And the next, when you announced that he won. Chris and Scarlett patted him on the back and tried to wake him from his stupor.

“Mate, you better get up there,” Chris whispered, hugging him on his way. Tom was mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that he won. His nervousness threatened to eat him up whole as he stood up and made his way onstage. He remained focused on you instead, clapping for him as he made his way up more stairs. You handed him his statue along with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

All at once, he faced the audience and didn’t know what to say. “I- uh…” Tom held on to the statue tightly and looked back at you. You gave him a reassuring smile and he found that your calming presence helped alleviate his anxiety. “I wasn’t expecting to win tonight. Forgive me, I had no speech prepared,” Tom continued as the audience laughed.

He concluded his speech with thanks to the Academy, other nominees, and his friends and family for all their support.

After a rousing applause, he made his way to follow you off the stage. He’d hoped to escort you like earlier and have another intimate moment with you. As you turned, your foot caught on the front of the dress causing you to fall forward.

In a heroic move, Tom sprinted to your side and caught you. His arms wrapped around your waist as you turned right-side up. He lunged forward before you fell to the floor, cradling your head.

There was a collective gasp from the audience as they watched the scene unfold. A heated blush spread throughout your body.

“Are you all right?” he asked, alarmed.

“Oh, my God. Yes! Thank you,” you stuttered, holding onto his lapels tightly.

“Of course, darling,” he said as he helped you stand back up.

“You seemed to be saving me a great deal tonight,” you gave him an apologetic look as you ran your hands over your dress. Tom offered his arm, and you gladly took it, hoping you wouldn’t trip again. “Oh, God. I’m so embarrassed. I must’ve looked like an idiot out there.”

“Nonsense, you look magnificent,” Tom replied, kissing your hand.

Tom sat in the dining area of the hotel room. Bright morning light shone through the windows as he read the newspapers and magazines sent to the room, along with the room service. It seemed that all anyone talked about was your tumble from last night and how he caught you. Rumors began to spread as everyone gave their opinions on the matter.

“Did Hiddleston win more than just an Oscar last night?” “Secret Relationship: How long have they been together?” “Was it staged?” These were not the headlines he was expecting to read this morning. A small smile crept on his face seeing all the pictures from different angles.

A soft moan stole his attention as you wrapped your arms around from behind him. “Come back to bed.” You gently kissed his neck, and he could still smell the lingering perfume in your hair.

“I ordered breakfast for us, darling,” he said with a soft whimper.

“How very thoughtful of you,” you teased. Tom grabbed your arm and pulled you around to sit on his lap. He noted that you were wearing nothing but his dress shirt from last night. The sleeves were rolled up and the tails sat just at your knees. You were swimming in his shirt, a look that he was starting to like more and more. Your tousled morning hair reminded him of the carnal way you both took each other last night.

“…Unnhh…” you moaned as he hoisted you against the wall. “Take this infernal dress off me. Please.” “With pleasure,” he snarled.

You sat with your legs over the handrest of the chair as you picked up the papers and read them. A scowl formed on your face the more you read. “I’m sorry, Tom. All this over me falling. I didn’t mean to take away from your big night.”

“That’s quite all right darling. As far as I’m concerned they can keep reporting it all they want.”

You looked at him through your lashes. His tall frame and long arms surround you, cherishing you.

“Why?” you asked coyly.

“Because in every picture, I get to see that mesmerizing look on your face.”

“What look?” you provoked.

“The same look I had on my face when I caught you.”

“And what was that?” you giggled.

“Like you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

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