#michael cera x reader

[happy74827]

Hi! 😊

Can I request a fluffy long oneshot with prompts: "Uh-m, S-scott? I'm not too s-sure about t-this one..", "Can I see?" and "Wow... you look... you look amazing." about Scott Pilgrim (Scott Pilgrim Take Off ) shy!female!reader are going to the swimsuit shopping at mall? How would Scott reacts to shy!female!reader trying on/modeling five swimsuits for him?

Hint: This swimsuit shopping idea was Ramona who gives a advice to her for catching Scott's attention. 😂

I really live for flustered Scott Pilgrim! 💕 Please??

Mayhem Market

[Scott Pilgrim x Shy!Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You thought trying on bathing suits would be terrifying. That changed, however, when you noticed his eyes.

WC: 1243

Category: Fluff

Sorry it took so long 😭🙏

『••✎••』

Bathing suit shopping is always something you dreaded doing. You didn't really like the attention that you got while out in public. The stares you would get as you walked through the store always made you feel nervous and self-conscious. And you weren’t very comfortable in a swimsuit at all, but since it was summer and you had promised Scott you would go to his band's beach party, you had to suck it up and try to find one you would feel comfortable wearing.

Ramona figured the occasion would be the perfect way to “bring you out of your shell" and practically forced you to make a bet. Pick five different swimsuits, model each one, and if you still hated shopping after, she would do your laundry for a month. If you enjoyed yourself, then she’d get free use of your awesome sound system. You accepted, though not without hesitation.

The catch, however, was that you had to try them on for Scott. And she didn’t tell you until the two of you were already in the store. Ramona made sure you didn’t bail (which she knew you would) by dragging you there herself. In her mind, Scott was going to be the judge.

And there you were, trying on your third swimsuit, which was a black and white striped tankini. You weren’t sure if you were actually going to get it, but the top fit well, and the bottom had a built-in skirt. You looked cute in it if nothing else.

A bit low-cut but still cute. To everyone else? Well, you could practically hear the future rumors. Possibly the few whistles you would receive.

Scott, on the other hand, would think you were adorable. He was kind of like that.

So, with that in mind, you took a deep breath and pushed open the curtain, walking out into the brightly lit fitting area. Upon seeing his eyes, your arms quickly rubbed at the exposed skin of your shoulders and upper chest, and you avoided his gaze, face burning.

"Uh… Scott? I’m… I’m not too sure about this one."

It was silent for a moment, and then he suddenly jumped to his feet, staring at you in disbelief.

"Wow. You look... you look amazing."

You finally looked at him, and for that one second in your life, everything just disappeared. Your mind wasn’t focused on someone else, or your fears, or any other thought in the world. It was focused on his eyes, the magical look he was giving you, the fact that the blush on his face matched yours and that his smile was so warm and genuine that it made you want to melt.

"I—really?” Your voice squeaked out. Pure excitement shot through you. You had never really been called beautiful or gorgeous by anyone. Not even Scott. Sure, he would occasionally tell you that you looked nice, but that was about it.

Scott was about as socially awkward as you were… probably why you two made such a good couple.

So hearing him say those words now was… unexpected, to say the least.

"Yeah! I mean it! You look so… wow," He spoke with a sigh, a daze falling over his eyes as he took in every detail.

You could feel your entire face heating up. Your heart started pounding. And for once, you were speechless.

“The other two were okay… but this one? You really rock this one, y'know." He was grinning from ear to ear as he approached you. You couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. He had an awed expression on his face, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly parted.

You had never seen him look at you like that before. It was such a nice feeling.

"Thank you," You managed to speak up, a smile on your face.

"You still got two more, right? If this one is any indication of how you'll look in the others, we're gonna have to keep the water cold at the beach because you are smoking hot… uh... in a good way... and—"

"Okay!" You spun on your heel, dragging the curtain closed. Enough was enough; you were so red it looked like your head was on fire. It took you a minute or so to cool off, but you finally calmed down enough to finish the final two.

The next one, you refused to show him. The bikini was way too revealing for you; it looked good, but… nope, nope. It would’ve drawn too much attention, almost to the point where Envy would be jealous.

Okay, maybe you’re over-exaggerating, but the thought of people staring at you like that made your stomach turn. That was definitely a no-go.

So you settled on showing him the final one. It was a one-piece suit with a halter top and a little bow at the hip. Much more conservative than the others.

"What about this one?"

Scott blinked as you came back out again and then transitioned to his thinking face. Oh God, please don’t let him say anything stupid, you prayed.

"I like the third one better.”

“Oh.”

“This is still good, but the third one was just perfect. Y'know? The stripes. The skirt. Just everything about it was …”

Revealing? Over-the-top? Attention-grabbing?

Scott shrugged, and his words faded. He smiled and gave you an awkward thumbs-up. He may be bad with words, but at least he was honest. Most guys would have said something flirty, but Scott would never do that. He didn't even know how.

That was fine. You liked the way he complimented you.

"Okay. Thanks, Scott." You said, turning to head back inside the dressing room.

"So, are you gonna get it?"

You paused. Were you?

Your options didn’t leave you with much. Buy it and lose… don’t and win? But then you’re stuck with the one at home. Which, in hindsight, didn't seem all that bad, except it was too comfortable and most likely would feel out of place at the beach party.

Or, you could buy it, suck it up, and go to the damn beach party.

"Scott… I- I don’t know. Maybe.."

"Come on. We'll have fun! I promise. Get it. You look great in it. Plus, anything you wear will be overshadowed by Envy’s bathing suit. You’ll fit in!

“Scott! That doesn’t make me… never mind." You shook your head, fearing for the result of an argument in the middle of a department store. You’d scold him in the car.

"Okay. I'll buy it. But if I get any weird looks or stares, I'm blaming you." You threatened though you couldn't hide the amusement in your voice. Scott tended to be the anchor in these situations. He always managed to cheer you up and keep you calm, even when you were ready to have a mental breakdown.

"Deal." Scott grinned, his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched you disappear behind the curtain. "I'll be waiting outside the door. I'm starving."

You could practically hear the smile in his voice. You had to resist the urge to laugh.

"Okay, thanks."

After a quick change back into your normal clothes, you grabbed the suit and headed out before immediately being met with Ramona

"Sooo?" She asked. You could practically hear the smile in her voice. She knew, and you despised her for it.

"I’m buying it." You sighed.

"I knew to stick around long enough, I'd hear those words. Pay up, Scott. She's a model now!"

"Oh, yeah." Scott pulled out his wallet, and you watched with wide eyes as Ramona took it.

She smiled, the usual one she wore whenever she had the upper hand.

"Hey! What happened to our deal!?" You questioned, crossing your arms.

"I never said I’d make only one bet with you. Decided to tag team."

"You two are jerks."

"We love you, too. Now hurry up and pay. Scott's hungry, and I want to hit the dyes before we go home."

You glared but headed towards the register regardless.

You had to admit, the whole situation had been fun. Not the whole part where Ramona got to use your stereo, but the fact that you could still see the look on Scott's face as he praised you.

He really thought you were pretty. Beautiful, as he put it. Maybe you could look past the other glaring eyes for the sake of seeing that expression on his face once more.

Besides, if Envy could handle a million stares, you can handle a few.

At least, you hoped.

[embodyingchaos]

ive tried searching Michael cera x reader and nothing shows up but you :( please write about him I'm begging 🙏

❥ i feel you on this one, nobody ever writes about him! i'm not sure if you want something for the actor or one of his characters but i've decided to write about the man himself! AND IM SORRY THIS IS REALLY LATE AND REALLY SHORT AAAAAA

on-set, off-set pairing: michael cera x actor!fem!reader genre: fluff, established relationship warnings: none, just goofyness, BUT THIS IS VERY UNEDITED word count: 538

with her brown hair swishing from side-to-side, she strutted into the scene in her purple and blue glittery swimsuit. “hi barbie!” she greeted the other blondes and brunettes scattered across the sandy beach. “hi barbie!” “hi barbie!” “oh my god, popstar barbie..” a tiny whisper said, making her turn towards the quiet sound. “h-hey barbie!” the voice was coming from a redhead she didn’t realise stood next to her the entire time. “oh, hey allan!” she replied as he nervously giggled.

“cut!” a voice yelled out causing the cameras to stop filming. the barbie placed her hands on her hips and leaned towards the one and only allan. “that was already so much fun.” she told him, grinning. “it was. too bad the others are going to have to film on different days though, huh?” allan’s actor, michael, stretched as he talked to his girlfriend of two years.

greta walked towards the two, “good job, guys! it was exactly how i imagined it.” she smiled at the couple, “for the next scene, i was thinking you could move nearer to the barbies before ken tries to impress stereotypical barbie?” she asked y/n who only nodded, “oh yeah, sure!” “great.” greta walked away from them to converse with the crew for the next scene.

michael took in the scenery of the set for a bit as they waited for the rest of the cast to arrive. ryan was one of the first ones there. “hey, ry.” the girl greeted him, waving. “hey, lovebirds.” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “how’s it going?” “going great! filmed that hi barbie scene for our part.” “mmm, bet it’s going to turn out great.” he gushed, crossing his arms.

“we hope so.” michael said, watching the rest of the cast walk into the studio.

the two had coincidentally been casted in the same movie without each other’s knowledge, which was hard to understand at first until they explained it in an interview after the movie had just been released.

“actually,” y/n started, “i’d gotten cast around 2020 and kept it a secret from basically everyone because i really wanted it to be a surprise, like nobody knew at all! until i showed up on the first day of filming and saw this guy!” she nudged her boyfriend’s rib and he laughed. “it seemed as though we had similar ideas on surprises because i got casted really last minute and so when i heard of the role i immediately thought ‘oh, y/n’s gonna freak out when she watches this movie and sees me there.’ then what do i know? she’s standing on set in her popstar barbie costume.” michael scoffingly laughed as the rest of the cast chuckled along.

“so, how is it working on set with your partner? any interesting quarrels that might have happened?” the interviewer asked and they shared a look. “nope. totally none.” “yeah, we have a very professional relationship on the job, i’d say.” their comments make greta snort, “they banter quite a lot on set, actually.” she jabbed, “very distracting.” ryan shook his head, “tut tut. how unprofessional.” he commented, making the others giggle.

michael and y/n only smile, how can they deny the truth?

[ryan-gooseing]

Catboy Allan

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Yandere Allan Headcanons

Warnings: Obsessive Behaviour, Threats, Physical Violence, Just Allan in Love <3, Spoilers for Barbie Movie, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

The fact that you’ve paid Allan any kind of attention is dangerous in and of itself.

But if you show even a morsel of romantic attention towards him

You’re done for, babs.

We’ve all seen how Allan fights – he will NOT let you go without a struggle.

But let’s start at the beginning. Perhaps you’re a friend of Gloria’s and you get embroiled in the quest to reclaim Barbieland.

Of course, you meet Allan. And, of course, you notice that there’s something…different about him.

Endearing.

For one, he’s the only one of himself – no journalist Allans or fashion model Allans or doctor Allans: just Allan. One of a kind.

You feel bad for him. You wonder if he feels isolated in Barbieland, existing in an echo chamber wherein none of the voices are his.

So, you take it upon yourself to be as kind to him as you can.

You always acknowledge him, always smile whenever he suggests something, always encourage his ideas even when the others would shoot them down.

“I think we should at least give Allan’s idea a try,” you’d say, putting a hand on Allan’s shoulder. To which everyone gives some sound of agreement.

Not that you’d know it, given that Allan doesn’t have muscle or bone, but he’s tense under your gaze, your touch.

At first, he’s completely unaccustomed to this quite frankly positive attention. He’s used to being dismissed at best and ignored at worst, so to have you, a human, tell him that his thoughts and feelings and ideas are valid is…

Intoxicating.

Soon enough, he starts gravitating towards you.

Whenever he enters a room, he’s looking for you, and he can’t explain the flurry in his chest when he finds you.

You both make an effort to get to know each other more. He feels hot all over when you look at him with inquisitive eyes, a shower of questions raining down on him. And he does his utmost to answer each one. A ripple of pride erupting in him when he sees your fascination grow with his every answer.

But when you start to ask questions about him–

He starts to stutter.

“Uh…well–”

“Oh, come on, Allan. Don’t tell me you don’t have a favourite colour!”

If he could blush, he would. He can’t look you in the eyes no matter how mesmerising he finds them.

You smile.

“Well, I’ll go first, then. Mine’s (f/c).”

Allan smiles.

“That’s mine, too.”

It is now. What it was before doesn’t matter.

Every detail you give him, he commits to memory.

Soon enough, he’s got enough information to write an encyclopaedia about you.

He did find that you shared similar interests, though. Like food preferences.

“I’ll have to cook for you sometime when you come to the Real World.”

When? Did you just say when?

“Oh, yeah – totally! That’d be great,”

Not only have you given Allan your time: you’ve given him something deadlier than any weapon, curse, or tool.

Hope.

If you initiate physical contact with Allan, he’s going to crumble.

Nobody – not even any of the Barbies or Kens – have ever touched him before. Even by accident.

So when you, warm, soft, gentle, brush against his arm or his hand, or pat his back or ruffle his hair, he’s floored.

He LOVES laying his head on your thighs and letting you comb your fingers through his hair. Makes him fall asleep every time.

He’s sure that this is what it’s like to be human, to feel. To be left breathless when he didn’t have lungs, to be left wanting more when he’s never had a need for anything immaterial.

With you, he feels full, his hollow interior overflowing with feeling.

The first time it happened – a brush of the hand – he whimpered.

He couldn’t believe it. Neither could you. When you asked him if he was okay, he couldn’t even keep eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m– fine,”

“Allan~”

With that tone of voice, he knew what you were about to say wouldn’t be good. When he looked at you, he saw you smiling. Devious.

“Are you flustered because no-one’s ever touched you before ?”

“What– no!”

His defensiveness gave him away. You only laughed, but your voice held no malice. You offered him your hand.

“Well,” you said. “To help you feel more comfortable, would you like me to be your first?”

Allan couldn’t hear anything. His mind had shut down. Yet, he managed a nod.

If he could sweat, he’d be drenched.

When you took his hand in yours for the first (and certainly not the last) time, he felt his world grow brighter. Like he was seeing colour for the first time.

Soon enough, he’s orchestrating situations where physical contact is inevitable: like getting into a cramped Dream House elevator. And he has to pretend as if he’s not going to pass out every time it happens.

If any of the Kens or Barbies threaten you, he’s the first to jump to your defence.

“Back off now, or you’ll spend the rest of your life wishing you had.”

Eventually, he ends up going behind your back to threaten them, too. And you’re left wondering why many of your Barbie and Ken friends – despite being brainwashed – are avoiding your path.

The thought of you speaking to anyone else besides him makes his chest burn, but not in the way you did. Not in a way that felt good.

Not that he knew it yet, but this feeling – jealousy – will become a lifelong partner for him: second only to you.

You’d thought Allan was as unassuming as his disposition would lead anyone to believe, but when you’d seen him fight off all those worker Kens just shy of the fringe of the Real World, you were stunned at how capable he was.

“Allan…” you said, breathless, jaw dropped.

He gave you an uncertain look. One that was permeated with the potential for regret.

Had he scared you? Frightened you? You didn’t think he’d ever hurt you, did you? –

His mind was quickly put at ease when you threw your arms around him and pulled him into a hug.

“That was so cool!” You said, squeezing him.

If Allan had a heart, it would have stopped by now. He was sure of it.

He’s never been hugged before. Never hugged anyone. He’s unsure of what to do save for the base instinct to put his arms around you, too.

And once he does, he never wants to let go.

He buries his face into your shoulder. You’re warm. Kind. Your scent is unlike anything he’s ever encountered.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” he says, chin to your shoulder. He’s just about holding it together, his breathing shallow, his body ablaze with the feeling of your skin on his.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” He gives you a squeeze. “I promise.”

And, as he looks over your shoulder and sees Kendom Land in its dangerous infancy, he wonders if this feeling – this need to be by your side – will be the end of him. 

And, from within he hears something.

Dull, but there.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He’s not a human. Not a doll anymore, either. A purgatorious in between.

And now, he has to choose.

Keep you with him here in Barbie– Kendom Land, where he knows how everything works and he can keep an eye on you – where you’ll be his.

Or, come with you to the Real World, where he can be yours completely.

Either way, he’s inescapable. And you don’t even know it yet.

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[embodyingchaos]

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) michael cera masterlist

last updated: 29th september, 2023 newest: on-set, off-set (m. cera x actor!fem!reader!)

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

scott pilgrim(scott pilgrim vs. the world) - none yet. allan(barbie) - none yet. evan(superbad) - none yet. george michael bluth(arrested development) - none yet. michael cera(this is the end) - none yet. paulie bleeker(juno) - none yet. michael cera on-set, off-set genre: michael cera x actor!fem!reader, fluff, established relationship warnings: none, just goofyness, BUT THIS IS VERY UNEDITED synopsis: a small look at michael and y/n on working together for the barbie movie.

[effluviumz]

little silly

[ryan-gooseing]

I made an Allan bot on Character Ai for anyone who wants to use it

There’s also a Ken one that I made before the barbie movie came out

[glitterpeachtree]

Welcome to my Mojo Dojo Casa Ted Talk where I talk to you about haw the Barbie movie ruined my life:

So basically, I never wanted to see the Barbie movie. I was just going to wait until it was on some streaming service, so I could watch it for free. But then my aunt invited me to see it. I thought I was going to hate it, but after seeing Ryan Gosling, and his Mojo Dojo Casa House, I became addicted.

I couldn't stop thinking about Ken. I couldn't stop thinking about Ryan Gosling. I watched every single Ryan Gosling film, tv show, and interview I could find. Spent probably a $100 on his films...

And of course, this movie had to come out when college classes were starting up again. I am choosing between Ken or College. I now want to move to Malibu, so I can find Ken. I want to go to Hollywood and star in a movie, just so I can be with Ryan Gosling.

I can't function. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't focus. Someone help. I can't stop. this Ken-ddiction.

[nobodyinthenight]

bored at my nanas so i made this

[effluviumz]

chris me and you here date? yes or yes!

[billwidoll]

Happy Cigarette Day women 🚬

[ryan-gooseing]

Suspenders Guy (Allan x Reader) WIP

Word count so far and there hasn't been any kissing yet

I'm going to try and get this done by Monday, if not then give me some time 🙏.

Sneak peak of my other Allan fanfic I'm working on:

You were a human, and you had a {child/younger sibling}. They liked to play with barbie dolls so you decided to give them a whole bunch of them.

While cleaning out your attic you noticed an older "barbie" doll. You reached to grab it to realise that it was an Allan doll. You had owned an Allan doll when you were younger but you had forgotten about it until now...

[abantion]

Like if you love Joe

[junaidbodla786]

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