#i feel like the ‘they don��t know X’ meme of the guy at the party also bc I bet most normies don’t recognize the

[kurtty-drabbles]

You´re a witchy, Kitty au (part 15)

N/A: Ok, this au is getting to a close.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead

If one has to pick a fan of weddings, for whatever reason, Doug Ramsey is your guy, but, for this one wedding (Wanda and Vision´s) his enthusiasm is none to be found and Dani Moonstar and Karma are noticing this.

"Doug, aren´t you happy about the wedding? Are you robocist?" Karma asked chuckle at this as memes are a new thing for her and she´s in love in using those memes in conversations.

"What? No, is not that...is the company that I´m forced to endure...Dani, I´m going with Miss Incest and Dr Rory as their fake son...Dani," now Doug pauses and looks around and hissed at Karma asking if they are truly alone.

"Aside from the millions of bacterias and organism involving Earth, sure, we´re alone in this room, your room, Doug" Karma stated crossing her arms amusing and Doug, getting used to Karma´s newfound sense of humour, just nods and confess something.

"Girls, are you sure the Hellfire´s organization is the right organization for us?" Doug asked and all eyes are on Dani, the Cheyenne should say that Hellfire is good for them and she can tell them the time Emma Frost saved her, yet, one case of good faith is not enough and Dani let it show in her features.

"And what other organization can we think of? X-men? Avengers?" Dani asked back and Karma speaks, as if she was waiting for this only ask to bring this piece of information, and take a piece of paper out of her pocket show to her friends what she is thinking.

"Excalibur?!"

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Margalia is not sure if Kitty´s blood, as she´s a bit older to be used as a sacrifice, will please her gods, but, if nothing else it will give great pleasure, in the end, that girl´s life and prove to her foster son that she knows better.

Amanda is not being subtle in sleeping around with this Dr Rory and Margalia does not care nor for Stefan´s pain who loved Amanda with all his heart and is nothing more but a number for his own sister. Margalia can admit that this is a terrible situation, but, she does not care enough to change.

"Amanda, bring me that girl alive, I need to kill Kitty Pryde and prove to everyone who is the superior one" Margalia doubts her own words. She does not feel as powerful as before and after the last encounter with Kurt, the sinking feeling that Hellfire may want to fire her is overwhelming.

"Mother!" Amanda kneels in front of Margalia as if speaking with a Queen, and well, Margalia was the Red Witch in a very long past. "I´ll not fail, I promise you"

"Good, now go and don´t make mistakes, Amanda...you too can be replaced"

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Kitty Pryde has 17 years old and has some problems with her own image as a woman. Wanda is incredibly beautiful, Jean is radiant and Ororo is impossible to look bad even if she tried and it makes Kitty wonder if people think she´s pretty too. Not in a cute way, if people would really want to date her.

"Hello, Kitty" Jean Grey speaks with a fond voice and sits next to the teen who is watching as Lorna and Pietro are helping in the wedding and how Scott and Pietro are sort getting along but won´t hesitate in the fight each other. "What´s in your mind?"

"You can read it" Kitty jokes knowing her defences are top-notch, but, this makes Jean arch an eyebrow at her own words and Kitty tries again. "Is stupid, really, really stupid" and hugs her legs as if this is the final proof of how stupid the issue is and Jean is not having it.

"It can´t be stupid or else our friendly witch wouldn´t be here like that"

"I...I´m ugly?" Kitty blurp out looking at the green eyes of Jean Grey who is not laughing but is somewhat relieved is nothing serious like Apocalypse or Magento...wanting to crash the wedding(Scott and Ororo were the ones to make sure Magneto won´t ever show up here and so far, the man, for all his flare, is not making himself know for his daughter´s wedding)

"No, you´re not ugly. I can tell how you've got the fluffiest hair ever, the kindest brown doe eyes and how you look amazing in blue, and I can tell how you look better than those teen models from those magazines, but, the problem here Kitty is how you see yourself? If you compare yourself to Wanda or any other women...you´ll be missing the chance to know how pretty you´re" Kitty Pryde does not say anything, is thinking and Jean will never know what she´s thinking, but not speaking.

Her eyes narrow for a moment as a playful smile borns in her face. "Are you crushing on someone?"

"Maybe...but that´s a secret"

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Kurt Szardos look at the couples at the wedding. Logan found a new love interest that for once is reciprocating his attention. And his eyes travel to Kitty who is now passionately talking with Yana and other people of her age about something and Kurt wants to know what she´s talking about, but, will he look like a creep?

Kitty meets his eyes and a shy smile forms in her pretty face as she waves at him calling his name as she´s talking about something he´ll like and Kurt does not think twice as he goes to her ignoring Logan´s suspicious looks who is quickly replaced as his date is back talking happily about the last wedding he appears. "Hercules, the greek gods marry a lot?" "Logan...we love marriage"

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Amanda Szardos aka Amanda Stefson is holding the arm of Dr Rory as the receptionist let the great Dr Rory, one that helped Tony Stark in the past, arrive in the party. Tony Stark is really weak to her spells and as far Tony is concern Dr Rory was always married and with a son.

Yet, Ororo Monroe was looking at the boy for a moment, and even though she has no idea who is the blonde woman, she knows the boy and has a bad feeling about this.

"It won´t be an X-men wedding without problems" Ororo and she mentions Psylocke to come closer. "Betsy, do you remember that boy I told you about? the one we try to help named Doug Ramsey?"

Betsy looks as she drinks her wine and nods nicely. "I know his parents...Ororo, we have troubles"

"His parents hate us?"

"No, those aren´t his parents"

[themissingmarvel]

Hardly Starstruck [Part 2]

A/N: Holy shamoly, batman! You guys liked it! Well, I’m really hoping I don’t disappoint for part 2. Things are certainly going to start heating up as we get into 3 and 4, too! As usual, message/comment/reblog to be tagged. Just let me know!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Ridiculous humor. Fluff.

[Part1]

It had felt beyond weird to be sitting where you were right now. Tom Hiddleston was next to you in the back of the smaller limousine. He’d insisted it was tacky to take an extravagant one just to the hall, and it left the two of you sitting next to each other in the car. What was even more incredible was just how at ease Tom appeared. He had a smile on his face as he looked out the window, his white shirt ironed perfectly with a black suit coat over it. You imagined Evans and Hemsworth were donning jeans and t-shirts, often teased by the public for so accurately portraying their alter-egos in real life. But here was Tom, dressed as though he was heading to a dinner.

You had busied yourself browsing through the itinerary, trying to ensure nothing changed. You’d get there in time for the glance at Hall H, where he’d make his entrance with the Avengers crew on Saturday. He had a few other panels and signings, but those were easy. For you, at least. That was just making sure this man got where he needed to go.

“Y/N, you’re quite involved in that phone of yours. More interesting than me?” He gave you a large grin, one that caused a flush on your features which you were getting annoyed at. Blushing was the worst.

Raising an eyebrow you showed him the phone, “Planning how much time you’ll need to change between the signings and ‘interrupting’ the Avengers’ panel. Does it take a while to get into the Loki costume?”

There was a soft chuckle from Tom as he shook his head, “I’m really going to have to try at this, aren’t I? You’re not making this easy on me.”

Confusion washed over your features, the car already beginning to pull towards the celebrity entrance of the convention center, fans lined up for even just a glimpse at the men and women they adored. Everyone was clambering at the chance to be seen, and for a moment you understood how that felt. It was easy to feel invisible at events like this, but as the car pulled up and Tom immediately moved over you to get out (oh, did he smell nice… wait, that’s creepy) something felt different.

Fans were screaming, cameras flashing and hands extended. These people had been lined up for hours, that much you knew, excitement in their voices that you remembered once feeling and still occasionally piped up for you. There was adrenaline as you exited the car, but that wasn’t what caught you. What caught you was that Tom was taking his time. There wasn’t the usual smile and wave as he made his way inside, he was going up to multiple individuals, posing for selfies, smiling the whole time. And his smile was sincere, his eyes crinkling lightly and flashing brightly as he flashed his pearly whites.

As you stood and stared, not realizing you were staring, you felt yourself smile. He cared that these people had come out to see him, more than some of the others did. You’d listened once when a celebrity (who shall remain nameless) had discussed the idea of fatigue. They’d wanted to be excited but seeing so many fans so often was draining. It was exhausting. But not to Tom. Even as he knelt down to kiss a young woman’s hand, your smile grew.

He cares. He cares about all of them.

Suddenly a beep on your wrist went off, the watch attuned to your smart devices alerting you that you had limited time to get inside and that other celebrities were arriving. Casually waltzing up to Tom you pulled at his arm gently and leaned in, “C’mon, handsome. Give everyone else a chance,” you motioned to the cars lining up.

Tom followed your lead, smiling as he kept waving and leaned in, “So you admit, I’m handsome.” He was grinning and you couldn’t help but smile. A soft laugh left your lips as the two of you walked inside, realizing you were holding his arm still and quickly letting go.

Pushing back your hair as the chaos outside died down once indoors you shook your head, “I’m just going off of what People Magazine called you,”

He leaned in again, purposefully leaning against you slightly, “Does that mean you follow me on Twitter? Shall I send you a Tweet? Perhaps something teasing?”

You swatted at his arm as the two of you followed the security detail down the hall, still fairly sparse, “Don’t you dare, Hiddleston. I don’t need any more followers than I have. Besides, I already let down 347 people with stupid memes and gifs on a daily basis. I don’t need you adding that number.” You grinned at him.

He couldn’t help but laugh, surprised that you had no idea your own charm. Of course he’d been told he was a charming man, he expected that. It was his role, so to speak. But your own charm had been so disarming that seeing you again had caused him to stumble a bit.  A woman of few words but ones powerful enough to topple over a building. Did you even know? He was struggling to use all of his ‘charm’ and then some just to get you to see him. More than just the celebrity you were escorting.

The tour of the hall left Tom to wander with a few other staff, your own form standing in the back as you checked off a couple mental boxes as you looked around the room. It was average enough, and there wasn’t much trouble to be gotten into, though you suspected the trouble was for the security team to look out for.

Glancing to your left you noticed a young woman, similar in age, walking towards you. She was attractive, though nothing that told you she was going out of her way to tell it to the world. Her blue eyes were wide and excited as she watched the stage, Tom laughing as he hugged Robert hard, the two almost colliding on stage as friends might.

She was grinning widely, this woman who was approaching you for no real reason. She’d tagged along in with Robert’s crew and you wondered if she was part of the general PR group, as she was certainly not someone you’d vetted to be at his disposal. Her words confirmed it, “Can you believe we’re seriously getting to hang out with Tony Stark and Loki?”

You raised an eyebrow, looking confused, “Tom Hiddleston and Robert Downey Jr.? I mean, sure. It’s definitely not what I expected to be doing on a Thursday,” you laughed lightly, trying to ease some of the tension.

A hard laugh left her lips and she shoved you softly, “Oh my god, you’re too much! I’m serious, though! I never thought someone like me would ever get a chance to hang out with someone like RDJ, you know? Definitely not people like us.” The comment had been tossed out, perhaps with no intention of being hurtful, though stung just the same. You had always kind of felt it in a weird way. Knowing that you were there as a faithful servant. You were beloved in the way a golden retriever might be. The thought made you frown.

The woman had pranced off by now, joining those she’d come in with, leaving you unaware as Tom came over, frowning slightly, “Darling, the world couldn’t possibly have gotten that dark so quickly without me.”

A soft smile left your lips at his words, knowing this your problem didn’t need to be his, instead throwing on more of a fake smile as you tried not to let that idea bother you, “You talk some big game, Tom. Seems like you’re already getting started with the meet and greet. We can head over to the main hall where everyone is. Sure there are some folks you’d be happy to catch up with.” Of course, you’d successfully thwarted his attempt at finding out what was wrong. Why should he care? He’s being nice. He’s always sweet.

As the two of you walked, you having successfully put away all electronics and now just lugging the large bag, you winced a bit. The room you were headed into was large and beyond intimidating. You knew your role in a place like this, which was to play into the backdrop and simply keep an eye on Tom. It surprised you, then, when you felt his hand gently on your lower back, leaning in, “If I told you these things made me nervous, would you believe me?”

You looked up at him, a bit shocked and mostly surprised, trying not to act dumbfounded, “Not as nervous as they make me,” you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Tom grinned and laughed, pulling you gently forward with him, “Then stay with me through this, hm? I know you’re used to being in the background but… It helps to have a familiar face. Plus, you can tell your 347 Twitter followers you got to talk to all of the Chrises and Toms,” he smirked, poking fun at himself and those he worked with.

It was hard not to be drawn to this man, allowing yourself to get escorted into the room where stars and celebrities filled the place, greeting and getting to know folks, discussing the previews that would be screened tonight and the parties going on after. It was hard not to notice the hand that lingered on your lower back, that brushed against your arm occasionally as he tossed in a laugh while chatting it up with actors, writers, and creative types alike.

The next few hours felt as though they were flying by and you even found yourself engaging in the conversations. People you never thought you’d laugh with were chuckling at your jokes, and more than a few times you’d taken group shots for the celebrities hugging together. So when the time came to get Tom back to his hotel where he’d be getting ready for the evening, you were surprised it had happened so fast.

He grinned as the two of you made the walk back out again, “Our Captain told me there’d be a party happening a few blocks down after the Avengers sneak premiere. Now, I know your work is done for the evening once I head back here for the screening but… how would you feel about accompanying me?”

There was a smile on his face, and a wide one at that, but you couldn’t help but feel so out of place again. Those woman’s words from before had lingered and you frowned momentarily, though shook your head, “That’s sweet of you, Tom, but I need to get rest. I’ve gotta be up early for prep work for Friday. Now head back to the hotel, I’ve gotta stick around here for some set-up stuff for your autographs and photo ops tomorrow. Think you can manage from here?”

He paused briefly, taking a breath as he eyed the door before turning back to you, leaning in to press his lips gently against your cheek, a quick and chaste kiss, “I’ll convince you to have fun another night. Don’t work too hard. I certainly won’t,” he tossed you a wink, following the ‘underlings’ that would take care of the rest of the work for the evening.

You laughed softly to yourself, this wasn’t going to be easy.

It was three hours later when your personal phone buzzed, you were in the midst of dealing with a fiasco in the autograph station, trying to figure out who had approved, “TIM HUDDLESTON” as the name banner, They’re showing re-runs.

Re-runs? Who was- wait. Oh, god. He had your personal number.

-Tom, they’re showing Avengers. You were in it. That doesn’t count as a rerun.

-Does to me. Think I can leave?

-Hiddles!!! >: (

-I’m teasing, beautiful. Changed your mind about tonight?

Now you were fighting with the man who had approved the banner, taking a break to text once more, I’m dealing with your name change, Tim Huddleston.

-Hm. Never saw myself as a Tim. Eric, maybe.

You smirked, Quit texting during the movie. It’s rude. Enjoy your night out.

The rest of the evening went on that way, your night spent glancing down at amusing texts, though the later it got the better it got.

-Which Chris butt do you think is best? I’m sending pictures. I’ve insisted you be the judge. I won’t tell you which Chris is which.

Quickly after you received three pictures of clothed rear ends, though you had a general idea who was Evans, who was Hemsworth, and who was Pratt.

-You’re asking me to weigh in on a butt competition? Who’d you vote for?

-I’m not telling you. Besides, I’m secure enough in my masculinity that I feel confident taking part. I’ll not involve you in the best ass for Toms competition. You’re already biased in my favor ;)

You laughed, Fine. Tell Evans his butt is the best. And get some rest.

More texts came after, but you were already too tired to check again. Tired from laughter. From smiling. From actually letting yourself enjoy this. Maybe you were a little starstruck. But you could manage it. It was only three more days right? What could happen in three days?

Too much, you’d soon find out.

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