#my ace ass is feeling just a little overwhelmed from that trailer

[airenyah]

ok i just watched the only friends trailer and on second thought... this series might be too horny for me after all ksjfjksdf

[blkmxrvel]

All Grown Up (PT. 1)

Pairing: Brie Larson x CollegeStudent!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Request: -

Summary: You’re In college, You’re dating Brie. Yeah there are some people who are gonna talk shit, but everything’s going to be alright as long as you have her… right?

Warnings: Fans being assholes, Angst, break ups, Heart break. Not edited. 

A/N: So, I’ve had this in my drafts for almost a year. Haven’t even looked at my docs since the last fic I uploaded. I wanna get back into writing since my life has calmed down quite a bit since October, so I just decided to post the furthest along fic in my WIPs. I may write part two, and finish the concept but I’m not too sure. And I may finish the requests in my inbox, but I’m not too sure about that either. For now, I just hope you enjoy this :)

You were walking hand in hand with Brie, your head down as to avoid the blinding lights being flashed in your face. Your body was up against hers and you pushed through the crowd, the loud yells of the paparazzi flooding your ears.

Brie! Do you have any response to the people who have called you a pedophile?! Any comments? 

Do you think this relationship is going to work? 

Why are you dating a gold digger!? I mean she’s practically a prostitute!

Brie usually could keep her cool when it was her getting the heat, but that made her lose it. She drew the line at you.

 She snapped her head around towards the man, eyes wide and furious. “What the fuck did you just say?” You pressed your hand on to Brie’s chest pushing her to keep walking. 

“Let’s go, Brie. Don’t pay them any mind, they don’t know anything.” She listened, albeit reluctantly, and made her way into the building. 

From the moment you and Brie had started dating, people couldn’t stop having an opinion on it. You were in college, finishing up your degree when you had first met her. She was 13 years your senior but that didn’t really matter to either of you. There was something about one that pulled the other toward them, besides you were more attracted to older women anyway.

You had done your best to ignore all of the comments being said about you both. The only people who really knew what was going on between you and Brie were….you and Brie. And you figured that it should stay that way. There is no need to justify or explain yourself to people who were just onlookers. At the end of the day, you and Brie were the only two people that mattered. 

None of your close friends and family made any comments or passed judgement either, they were completely fine and loved the two of you together. The only ones who said anything were even impactful on your life, so it shouldn’t matter at all. 

You walked past the theater doors, smiling at all of the familiar faces. It was the Avenger: Endgame movie premiere, and of course you were Brie’s plus 1. 

Brie barely even had a chance to breathe before an interviewer was flagging her down. 

“Brie and Y/N! Hollywood’s best couple, beautiful as always! Are you excited for the movie?" 

Brie was the first one to speak up. ”Super excited! I’ve never seen anything pieced together, just the individual scenes, I can’t wait to see what the whole thing looks like.“ 

"You’re not the only one! What about you, Y/N?” The interviewer held the microphone to your face, smiling encouragingly at you. 

“No, yeah. I’m stoked too! I’ve always been a fan of Marvel, comic books and the films and it’s a bit overwhelming to be at an actual premiere.” Brie’s hand came to rub over your hip, smiling down at you. “I’m supposed to be at home studying for an exam, but this is easily more important in my book.”

Laughs rang out as the reporter agreed. “I second that. Well I hope you too have a great time watching it! Congratulations, Brie on all of your hard work! You were amazing in Captain Marvel and I’m sure you’ll be just as great in this, if not more." 

"Hey!” You squinted playfully at the reporter. “She’s taken!” You placed your body in front of Brie’s, failing to hold in the laugh that was expelled from your body. 

The interviewer had left eventually, and you and Brie continued your walk down the red carpet. Pictures were taken of Brie by herself, with you, and some with her castmates. 

As you walked towards the main auditorium with your girlfriend, you began to feel eyes on you and hear hushed whispers. Looking around, you saw fans more than likely whispering things about you and Brie. It was pretty obvious, they were giggling slightly and rolling their eyes when you looked that way.

Just because you were dating someone who was so used to the limelight, didn’t mean that you were automatically comfortable with it too. You were 21 for god sakes, there were so many things that you didn’t like about yourself. You hated how people could judge and make assumptions on someone they didn’t even know, you ignored the comments, yes. But that didn’t mean the pressure didn’t eat away at yourself esteem.

“Baby, you alright?” Brie had stopped while walking inside, popcorn in one hand your face in the other. “You’re doing that thing again.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What thing?”

“The thing where you go silent and press your body into me when we’re walking. Plus your hands are clammy and your eyes keep darting everywhere.”

You secretly hated how Brie knew you so well, but after a year and a half of dating, what could you really expect?

“What’s wrong?” She asked again, her lips coming to kiss your forehead. 

“I can feel people staring, and then when I look up their whispering and giggling. They don’t do anything to cover it up!” You leaned into Brie more at the confession.

“Who was it?” Brie’s body pulled away from yours as she searched then hallway with squinted eyes. “I will fuck them up." 

You giggled, pulling Brie back toward you, resuming your walking until you got into the theater and sat down in your seat. 

"I just…I’m trying not to imagine what they’re saying. The things they say out loud are bad enough.” Brie frowned before pulling you from your seat into her lap. 

She kissed your cheek, then your nose, then your ear. “Don’t think about that, baby. Whatever they’re saying is incorrect. They don’t know you.” She wrapped her arms around your middle and pulled you down so that your head was on her shoulder. “They don’t know how hard you work, how smart you are, how brave and resilient you are. How much I love you. They don’t matter because they aren’t here. Just try your hardest to block it out okay?" 

You nodded, lifting your head up. Your eyes worked a little hard to find Brie’s eyes in the darkness. The movie hadn’t started yet, it was only the trailers. 

You found her eyes, holding contact as you smiling a toothless smiles. "I love you. So so so much, Brie.” You leaned in and sealed your words, your girlfriend kissing you back eagerly.

“I love you way more, baby.” She said when you pulled away. “Forever and Always.”

—-

Finals were a complete bitch, you’d decided. Whoever came up with the concept of a huge exam on everything you’ve learned and making it a big portion of your final grade could suck your ass. 

It wasn’t like you could slack on this one either, no. This was your first final of the first semester of your last year of college. You were graduating early and you couldn’t mess this up. You had no choice to but to do well. 

You sighed as a rattle of keys came from the outside of your apartment. Brie was home. You were excited, but so fucking stressed that you didn’t pay any mind to Brie. 

“Hey Y/N!” That was weird, she never called you by your name usually, oh well. You chalked it up to a one time thing and focused on your work. 

“Hey, how was your day?” You flipped the page, eyes glancing up to your girlfriend briefly.

“Pretty good actually, the scenes went really well.” Walked over to the couch, plopping down as she sipped her drink. She smiled down at you. You were still in your pajamas, a t-shirt two sizes too big and your hair unruly. 

“Well I’m glad at least one of us had a good day." 

"How long have you been studying?” You shrugged going over the flashcards in your head. “What time is it?”

Brie glanced at her watch, taking a minute to read the time. “Quarter till 10.”

“Then like 12 hours almost, I started a little bit after you left.” At that Brie’s eyes were as wide as saucers. 

“12 hours!? Y/F/N, that is way too much. And knowing you, you haven’t taken a break besides to pee, which means you haven’t eaten in 12 hours." 

"Hey, everything as a price- hey! Stop! What are you doing? Give it back!” You got up onto your knees and tried to snatch your book back from Brie, who held it way above your head.

“Brie, come on! I need to study!” You pouted as you stood in front of her. 

“You’ve studied enough, baby. You need to eat and rest. A rested brain is a passing brain.” You hugged again, reaching to grab your book again, failing when you fell right into Brie’s lap.

“I’m never gonna walk if I don’t pass this class. I need to graduate at the end of the year.” Brie pushed you back up and held your face. Her reys started right into yours and her furrowed her eyebrows. 

“I know, and you’re gonna pass. You’re going to ace all of your exams and finals and graduate with the Magna Cum Laude.” She kissed your cheeks, smiling brightly. “You’re going to walk across the stage, grab your diploma and your certificate, and you’re going to walk off a graduate, my little graduate.” She kissed your lips this time, allowing you to melt all of your worries away. 

“I know I’m too hard on myself,” you began when you pulled away. “But there’s just so much at stake. Graduating 2 years early is already a risk but doing so when you’re in the public eye and everybody hates you? It’s a different breed." 

Brie nodded in understanding. "I know, baby. But you gotta give yourself more credit. You’re going to graduate and you’re going to hear my loud ass cheering for you the whole time.”

Your eyes lit up at that. You hadn’t expected that. “You’re going? I thought you were going to be filming the day of the graduation?" 

Brie shook her head, hands coming to rest on your thighs. "I was, but I convinced them to give me a week off to see my girl graduate.” Brie smiled widely at you and you wiggled in your seat. You were giddy because Brie getting to be at your graduation, cheering you on and letting everyone know that she was proud of you, was worth all the stress you were putting yourself through. 

“You promise?” You held your pinky up, heart racing racing when Brie interlocked hers with yours and kissed the back of her hand. 

“I promise, princess." 

—-

"We need to break up.” You had almost dropped your glass. Your heart fell into your stomach and it felt like the wind was knocked out of you. 

“What?” Your voice was shaky at your addressed your….girlfriend? 

“I’m sorry, I just. I can’t do this anymore.” Your heart began beating faster as tears sprung to your eyes. 

“Brie, you’ve got to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.” You let the tears fall, your fingers in a vice grip against the counter. 

“I’m not, and I’m so sorry I led you on like this, Y/N. So sorry that I let it get this far. The age gap is just too much. You need someone your age. We both do. We’re just…. Two people with two different experiences.” 

You sink to the floor, no longer caring about what you looked like. Your worst nightmare was finally coming true. You tried your hardest to tell yourself that the age gap between you and Brie didn’t matter. She tried her hardest to help you rid yourself of that fear. And here she was, breaking up with you over that exact reason. Was it all a lie? 

There was no point in arguing, Y/N concluded. No point in trying to convince Brie to stay with her, maybe change her mind and snap her out of it. No matter how bad it hurt, how bad she wanted Brie to stay, it was never going to work out. They were never going to have a real love. 

“Okay.” Y/N nodded, wiping the tears from under her eyes. Her heart hardened immediately. She stood up on shaky legs and a broken heart. She couldn’t let Brie see her care too much.  

“I’ll leave. I’ll probably send Scarlett or Chris to come and get my things. If you could just put them all in a box for me that’d be great.” She grabbed her book bag and her books, making her way to the door. “Just things that I bought, nothing you bought me. Please.” 

Brie felt her heart shatter at her broken ex-girlfriend. This was hurting her too, but it had to be done. She was crazy to go after a girl so much younger than her and think that they would actually last. Y/N deserved better. 

“Okay,” Brie wiped a tear from her eye and clenched her hands when she saw Y/N reach for the knob. “We can still be friends, you know. This is the end of the relationship, but it doesn’t have to be the end of our friendship. We were friends first.” 

A chill ran down Brie’s spine at the bitter chuckled that left Y/N’s lips. Her free hand came to run through her hair while the door squeezed the knob. “Well we ruined that friendship when we started dating. And besides, I can’t be just friends with someone I wanted to spend my life with.”

Brie pouted, and Y/N almost smiled, almost. “Don’t say that. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life with me, that’s all in your head. You’ll find someone else. I’m sure.” 

Y/N nodded her head once, a nod of hurt, acceptance and realization. “Yeah, whatever you say, Brie. Have a nice life.” Y/N opened the door as just like that she was gone. 

Brie felt the wind being knocked out of her. She immediately fell to the ground, sobs and desperate breaths wracking through her body. She had done it, she let Y/N go. And it hurt, it hurt so bad. 

 What had she just done? 

–

Neither Y/N nor Brie had gotten much time to grieve and heal, because once word got out about the break-up. Everyone was asking about it. Y/N would get stopped by everyone on campus asking why they broke up; if it was because Brie realized what a gold digger you were, or if she was only in it for the Sex and companionship. None of the questions were positive, or in the slightest bit respectful. Y/N didn’t know what she expected, everyone hated her and Brie together. If they didn’t like and respect her then, why would they do it now? Y/N just stuck herself. School, work and home was all she focused on. Without Brie, it was all she had. 

Most of her nights were filled with what went wrong, and what the absolute hell was wrong with her. Y/N blamed herself. If was maybe a little bit older, or maybe not in school or carried herself better. Maybe then Brie would’ve liked her enough to stay. If she acted older maybe then age wouldn’t matter. She didn’t really know, and it was killing her. But she had to live with it, live with the self-sabotaging demons in her head. 

Brie wasn’t doing much better either. She was in the public eye constantly. Everyone was asking her about the break-up: in interviews or at parties, award shows and meet and greets. It was exhausting, heartbreaking. Brie doesn’t even know why she broke up with Y/N. She thought it was for the best, that it would be better than way. But all it did was cause her more pain. 

She regrets it, regrets it all. She just feels so stupid that she let the thoughts and opinions of other get into her head. She hates how she allowed their words to fuel her insecurities and sent her down the wrong path. She could only blame herself though. She had the choice to tell everyone to shut up, to make the announcement that her and Y/N’s was just that: her and Y/N. And that everyone else should just shut the fuck up and go somewhere. But no. She allowed herself to be consumed in all of that and it led to her losing the love of her life. She had to do something.  

[insphoeration]

The comic- con fic you never knew you needed

Pairing: Platonic(ish)!Sebastian Stan X Actress!Reader 

Fandom: Marvel MCU 

Summary: Reader has anxiety at a panel/ during interviews, and Seb steps up. 

Warnings: lots of Panic/ Anxiety, sprig of depression. 

There were parts of your job in which you loved and you hated. You loved touching peoples lives, the way you portray a character that can help them through so much. You loved making life long friends on set. And you loved doing what you love every single day. 

You hated interviews. The way the person asking the question would press you until you said exactly what they wanted you to say, or if you didn’t, how they would twist your words into something else. And then the backlash from it all was sometimes too much to bear.  

Part of the reason you loved acting so much was because, being the anxious mess you were, you had the chance to be someone else, someone confident and bad ass. Of course auditions were hell, and having about a million people stare at you as you made out with your best friend was horrifying but you still loved it. 

Speaking of working with your best friend, Sebastian was like your rock. He was familiar with the toll of mental illness in his own way and you always did your best to help each other through it. If one of you needed to be alone, the other would give just enough distance not to suffocate you but also let you know they will always be there. If one of you needed a person, the other would drop whatever they were doing to be there. 

In the weeks leading up to comic con, you were kind of a stressed mess. You tried to focus on work but the PR department at marvel- and even your own agent, would not stop reminding you about comic con. It was basically a religious event at this point. 

You were excited to meet your supporters and fellow actors but the thought of getting on stage in front of however many people was nauseating. And it wasn’t like you could just get out of it- because boy have you tried. 

“Y/N?” Sebastian said, shaking you out of your thoughts. You mumbled in response, remembering you were supposed to be running lines in his trailer instead of spiraling. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked taking your hand. 

“Yeah.” You sighed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He stated. “Just tell me where your head is at.” 

“Comic con...” You said, cringing as you heard how stupid it sounded. 

“Hey.”  He said softly, squeezing your hand in his. “I am going to be right there with you, every step of the way.” 

And he was, the two of you sat together on the plane, every time your chest tightened or your heart began to race, you would reach over and he would automatically take your hand and hold it for as long as you needed. And when you got to the hotel, you don’t think your hand ever left his, to hell with the people taking pictures, and just as you started to feel guilty, Seb leaned over and mumbled in your ear, “Marvel can fuck right off if they have any complaints about rumors, I have no problem taking the heat for this, as long as you’re okay.”

The two of you had some interviews the next day, so you decided to call it a night early, you were surprisingly calm, being that one person and a camera was not as intimidating as the panel. 

You were about to turn the lights off, when there was a knock at your door, when you opened it the sight absolutely broke your heart. Sebastian stood outside, hair a mess and red eyes brimming with tears. You grabbed his arm immediately, pulling his body crashing into yours. You could feel the beat of his heart against your chest as his tears dampened your neck. You stood there, rubbing his back, shushing him until he was comfortable enough to let go, which felt like forever, but you didn’t mind. 

You tried to coax him into the bed so he could get some rest but every time he even sat down, he would just leap up and start pacing around the room. 

“Seb, love, please talk to me. Tell me what is happening.” 

“I can’t do this.” He would mumble, over and over. 

“Hey!” You jumped to your feet, taking his shaking hands in yours, trying to steady them. “Don’t you dare say that. Of course you can do this because you are strong, and what you’re feeling right now won’t last forever.” His hands were starting to slow, “whats going to happen tomorrow is, you’re going to sit at that table and be the amazing person you are and everyone is going to love you because that is what they do when they meet you, and you know what I am going to be right there with you.” You tell him, repeating back to him the very words that were so comforting to you.

“You promise?” He asked, you smiled and nodded, guiding him to the bed. He laid on one side, but he started to shake again and you could tell he was about to bolt so you put the covers over him. 

“And if you can’t do it tomorrow then that’s fine. Say the word and I will have us on a plane as fast as humanely possible. You crawled into the other side as he chuckled. 

“They would kill us.” He mumbled sleeping, starting to come down from his episode. 

“Nah, that would be such bad press.” You joked, as he snuggled into you. 

The next morning, before Sebastian woke up, you snuck downstairs and found event organizers. It took a bit but you were finally able to bribe them to put yours and Sebs interview together, as well as seat the two of you beside each other at the marvel panel. The later was more for selfish reasons but, it made you feel better to know he would be right there. On the way back up to the room, you stopped for coffee, also getting one for Sebastian. He was leaving just as you got to your door. 

“I wanted to wait, but I needed to get ready.” He explained sheepishly. You laughed and gave him his cup. 

“Thank you.” He said, taking his cup and leaning down, placing a quick peck on your cheek. “For everything.” And you just nodded at him as he disappeared into his room. 

He was surprised to find that your interviews were together, and even thought it was a mistake at first but when his adorably scrunched up face, saw your devious smile he knew you had something to do with it and was so grateful you were his friend. He interlaced his fingers with yours and brought the back of your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on them as a thank you. 

Your interview droned on. A lot of general questions about your characters, what goes on behind the scenes and even a few bout your off screen relationship which the both of your were expecting since you had been attached at the hip the entire trip so far, and someone was bound to at least notice. But then it happened. 

Seemingly out of no where, you became very tense, which caused you to feel anxious, which caused you to feel light headed and warm, your heart began to race and your hands tingle. You tried to focus on the interviewer and their questions, but that only made the symptoms worse, so you just smiled and nodded, know if you opened your mouth, you would stutter whatever came out. Sebastian glanced at you, like he did every few minutes to make sure you were okay, and noticed you fidgeting in your chair. Silently, he slipped his hand into yours, still smiling and responding to the interviewers questions. 

It wasn’t long before the anxiety was overwhelming, you squeezed Sebs hand a few times to get his attention and you shook your head at him. 

“Sorry, one sec.” He told the lady in the middle of her question. He leaned into your ear. “Go. I’ll cover you.” He said. He pulled back as you mouthed the words ‘thank you’ and he smiled and squeezed your hand once more. You stood up and apologized to the people, before you made a b-line for the exit, avoiding the curious eyes of your friends. You let out a deep breath once you were in the hall, instantly feeling feeling like you could breathe again, without all those people around.

“Y/N! wait!” You stopped and turned to the voice calling you. It was someone you didn’t recognize, but had a VIP lanyard. 

“Hi.” You said, 

“This is for you.” She was holding a bottle of water. “I know distress when I see it, and water always helps me, even just a little.” She said. 

“Thank you so much, thats really thoughtful.” You hoped you sounded a lot more meaningful than you probably did because even if the anxiety was lifting, the guilt was setting in, and it was hard to be sincere when all you wanted to do was lie on the floor. 

“I’m a really big fan, and I know it’s none of my business so don’t feel like you have to answer! But I noticed you and Sebastian have been really close on the trip, is that because you guys are...you know...together?” She asked. You smiled. She was blushing almost as hard as Sebastian did when you first kissed, he was so red, the director insisted he put ice on his face so he could keep filming. 

“No.” You chuckled slightly. “He’s just helping me through some stuff.” 

“Oh my God.” She marveled. “He must be really great.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty incredible.” You grinned at the thought of him. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone I swear!” She exclaimed. You pursed your lips together, pretending like you believed her. 

“It’s fine.” You said, already prepared for this situation. “I’m not ashamed of my illness. It’s part of me and I’m sure its the same for a lot of people. And no one should ever be ashamed for who they are. Sebastian is the best friend anyone could ever have. He is incredible and has dropped everything- on multiple occasions,for me when I’ve needed him.” You said proudly. 

When Sebastian got back to your room, he was un-surprised to find you huddled under the covers, with the AC blasting. 

“You know, you wouldn’t need the covers, if you turned the AC down.” The sound of his shoes hitting the floor was muffled through multiple layers of fabric. “Everyone is worried about you.” He said, sliding under the covers. 

“What are you doing?” You demanded. He froze. 

“Joining you?” He wasn’t sure if you were kidding or not. 

“No.” Well that was a first. And it kind of stung a bit too. 

“Oh.” He mumbled. “Ok.” He slowly retreated away from the bed. 

“No,” You popped your head out from the covers. “I mean, Mackie and Evans texted me that the whole lot of them were going for drinks, you should go.” 

“I know, they invited me too.” He said. “I said no.” You groaned. 

“You should have to miss out on the fun because your worried about me.” 

“For the record, everyone is worried about you.” He crouched beside the bed, his features and his voice back to regular old softie-Sebastian.  “And I didn’t say no because I was worried about you- well partially. I said no because I would rather spend time with you.” He stated.

“Really?” You asked, bringing the covers up to hide your blush. 

“Really.” He confirmed. “Now let me in there, I’m freezing.” You giggled and moved to the side, making room for him. “You ok?” He asked. 

“Eh.” You muttered. 

“Melissa has been trying to get a hold of you.” He said, instead of responding, you buried your face in his chest, “don’t worry, apparently what you said made a lot of people really happy.”

“What I said about wh- Oh. Good.” You giggled, pretty much drunk off his cologne. 

Day three. Not the last day of the con but the last day for you guys. You got the Friday off but everyone who was scheduled for filming on Monday, actually needed to be on set by Monday, jet lagged or not, including yourself and Sebastian. 

It was panel day, also known as the epitome of dread. You popped one of your anxiety meds, knowing you might not even be able to leave the hotel room without it. Meds sucked, they made you loopy and tripped you out a bit which is why you did your best not to take them but you had absolutely no faith in your self today. 

By the time the panel started, your meds were in effect. You were anxious but it was bearable. Although you wish you could say the same for Sebastian. You could tell something was wrong when he started to fidget in his seat. You placed your glass of water in front of him, and as soon as he looked at you, you took a deep breath in and out, reminding him to to the same. He smiled kindly at you copying your actions, taking a sip of water and repeating, until he relaxed in his chair. 

However, it wasn’t long before his hand started to twitch, he was itching to squeeze something and you wanted to take his hand so bad but you couldn’t. It was an actual rule. People watch your every move at panels so you weren’t supposed to do or say anything out of the ordinary. 

But the he started to shake. And no amount of heat from Marvel would compare to a distressed Sebastian. So you slipped your hand in his, cringing at the almost immediate awes that erupted from the crowd. Marvel could fire you at this point and it wouldn’t matter. They definitely wouldn’t but they could and you wouldn’t give a single fuck because Sebastian was okay and thats all that mattered. 

You would start a war just to see him happy. 

Alternate (fluffy-not-platonic-at-all) Ending 

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