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thewonandonly · 1 year ago

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AAHAHAHA OKAY, HI ITS JURRASIC WORLD ANON

Can i request a stray kids reaction to their partner absolutely bawling at the brachiosaurous scene please 😭 my friends had to console me for like 10 minutes cause it made me cry so hard

stray kids (ot8) reaction to their partner bawling their eyes out to brachiosaurus' scene <3

synopsis: it's time to watch the jurassic park franchise, and when an absolute devastating scene from the movie released nearly 8 years ago shows up, the boys aren't sure how to react when they find their s/o crying their eyes out.

warnings: gender neutral reader, spoilers?

author's note: guys this is literally me with meet the robinson's. everytime little wonders by rob thomas plays in the movie, BOOM. instantly moved to tears.

thank you so much for the request! please consider reblogging my post and leave a cute little comment to boost my work!!

chan was excited to see jurassic world! jurassic park and the entire franchise was an important part in the film industry, so for him to watch the movie for the first time with the love of his life was an absolute prime decision. the movie started off steady, and then it got interesting. and then, it got sad :( the same brachiosaurus from the first movie was caught in the fire, no where to go as the water expanded across the horizon. it was trapped. it was heartbreaking. gut-wrenching to watch. and he would've cried, he wanted to cry. small sniffles echoed across the living room wall, and he turned to see you laying your head on his shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks. chan. immediately turned to comfort you, his hand brushing your cheek.

"oh, baby, it's so sad." his hands are gentle, as if he wasn't comforting you over an artificial created brachiosaurus. "it's sad, it's okay to cry." he used his thumb to wipe your tears and paused the movie until you felt consoled enough to continue.

minho had already seen a few of the jurassic park franchise movies. how couldn't he have? it's one of the biggest movie franchises of the world. he hasn't watched recent instillments due to a busy schedule, but when you mention finally watching the recent ones on his day off, he immediately took you up on the offer; popcorn, blankets, a nice comfortable pillow, cuddle sessions and a surround system turned up damn near full blast sounded like the perfect night, especially with his favorite person in the whole world. the movie was not too painful to get through, he did cringe at some dialogue throughout the movie, but all movies have those moments. he would've cried at the scene where the brachiosaurus was stranded on the island, but he personally felt like the scene was a bit rushed. he knew you. the second the scene came to an end, he turned to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

"you're such a crybaby." he whispered, his hand rubbing your shoulder, "it was a bit sad though." he admitted, chuckling to himself. minho knew how quick to tears you could be at movies, and he'd be lying if he didn't find it cute; it just means you can find sentiment in everything. and he admired that.

changbin is totally a movie buff! he has seen the jurassic park movies at least 6 times in his lifetime, and he was probably one of the firsts leading the crusade for the newest movies. changbin loves the movies, and he was the first person at the movie theaters doors on release day, at the earliest showing, with his large tub of popcorn. so, when you told him you never saw the newest ones, he nearly dropped his jaw. how could you not?! he took this as an opportunity to introduce you to some of the greatest movies he's ever experienced. he set everything up, not accepting help from you, before he pulled out a dvd player, and gently placed the disc into the tray (these were the only dvds he owned tbh). he watched excitedly, peeking at you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction: happiness, excitement, tension, and of course, sadness. he cried in the theater when the scene came on, and he isn't afraid to admit that it still makes his heart squeeze watching the scene again.

both you and changbin sat on his bed, crying at the scene, the movie paused on the last glimpse of the brachiosaurus, which only made you both cry your eyes out more. changbin and you didn't share any words, but you both shared tears.

hyunjin can admit he has never seen the jurassic park movies. he wasn't a dinosaur kid, he was an ancient egyptian kid fs. he personally thought the premise of the movies were a bit silly. why would they open these parks if it always ended in disaster? but, here he was, sitting beside you, as you wore your acid-washed jurassic park pajama set, excitedly starting the movie. hyunjin was aware of how often you watched these movies, and how much you loved them, so he had no problem watching them with you if it meant he could see how happy you got (dinosaur kid and ancient egyptian kid solidarity). but one thing he could not understand was how you've watched these movies so many times, and you still cry your eyes out to the brachiosaurus scene.

hyunjin wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you cried, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. okay, he gets it; the scene is sad, but he truly didn't understand why exactly this was so sad. that is until you cried out how the brachiosaurus in the sad scene was the same one from the very first one. then, he understood, and continued to rub your shoulder sweetly, not bothering to mention how you might have just made him a jurassic park fan.

felix has the entire movies memorized. you know that post on this website that says "i'm gonna watch shrek," and it's just the op replaying the movie through their head because they've watched it so many times? yeah, that's felix with jurassic park. he knows the lines, the jokes, the LORE. he had a 16 year hyperfixation on jurassic park, and he wasn't going to let it die! he's watched it so many times, that when you say you wanted to watch the recent ones, he can't help but say yes, like an excited puppy. i think felix has a good grip on his emotions during movies (or he's like me, where i dont understand something until AFTER i finish the movie) so he doesn't cry when he watches it but once he finishes the credits, the waterworks start.

and when he saw you crying about (in his opinion!!!) the most gut-wrenching scene in cinema, he felt his own tears bubble up, pulling you close to him. he's cried over this scene multiple times by himself, but now, he had someone who would understand where exactly he would be coming from. it was a nice comfort.

jisung... oh, boy. jisung definitely got the film spoiled for himself on twitter or youtube or something. he's not a die-hard fan, but he was planning on watching it soon! (it's been almost 8 years, bud, and it's still on his to be watched list). jisung was upset, and wouldn't open the app again until you sat down and watched it with him. jisung is a crier, he cries to movies, even when they aren't sad. but when they are sad, oh my god! he changes his entire personality to match that movie. he will never shut up about it.

jisung cried before your own tears spilled; the music, the shadow that reflected against the smoke. omg, he was breaking down. seeing him cry so hard, made you cry! well, him and the poor brachiosaurus made you cry. you were both hugging each other as you cried, jisung hiccuping about how it wasn't fair and that he would've went back to save them. he cried for the rest of the night,

seungmin is a lot like minho in a sense. he finds the scene rushed, so he couldn't find it in his heart to cry. seungmin watched the movie already, and he knows what happens. he knows it's sad, but he honestly can't find his tears for the scene, even when he first watched it. the scene to him felt sooooo rushed that he kinda just sat there, staring at the television screen, waiting for it to end.

but, he knew you were crying, so he threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling the blanket back over your legs and let you cry. he didn't have any comforting words to say since he couldn't even cry at the scene, but you were happy he even hugged you for the scene!

jeongin isn't a die-hard fan, or a casual enjoyer. he saw the movie once and called it a night. he didn't have any words to say or not about it. when you asked him if he wanted to watch it with you, he agreed, only because he wanted to spend time with you, and he had an excuse to hold you. i think jeongin doesn't honestly remember the movie, so he has to watch it multiple times to even remember, which is why he isn't much of a die-hard fan.

jeongin was crying by the time the scene came up on the screen, and he turned to look at you as your bottom lip quivered at the scene, your eyes pouring the liquid from your eyes. jeongin hugged you tightly. no words exchanged, only warmth, to give comfort to one another. after his second and third watch, it seems like every time he watches it, he cried like a baby each time. (me with meet the robinsons)

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caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma · 5 years ago

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Tell Me I’m Cute You Must

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: Fluff, a smidgeon of angst, a dash of smut

Warnings: some cursing, mentions of kinks, threats of a breakup, manipulation, sexual references

Summary: It’s another Disney+ night at the dorms and everyone is ready to cuddle up and watch some quality content. In watching the new series, The Mandalorian, the boys realize you may find something on the screen more appealing than them. How will this insane jealousy be resolved?

Word Count: 7.5K

Author’s Note: Based on an actual argument/heated conversation - there was no clear answer. The debate continues. <——————————->

“The new episode is up!” Jungkook squealed with delight. “Let’s go! I want to watch it already!”

You, Jimin, and Taehyung were arranging the armfuls of snacks you were carrying on the side tables. Hoseok and Yoongi were depositing the collection of pillows, plushies, and blankets on every space available on the couches and armchairs. If the sounds in the kitchen were any indication, Jin and Namjoon were almost done with the rest of the movie night feast.

It was time for another night of stream & chill, and the boys were bubbling with anticipation. Not only were they going to enjoy a feast of snacks and entertainment, but they were also going to be able to cuddle with you for the first time in forever. Their busy schedule didn’t leave much time for nights like these.

You’d waited, as promised, to watch the latest episode of The Mandalorian, since they hadn’t had time to watch it themselves. You’d started the show a few weeks ago, and after convincing them to watch the first episode while they were gone, they’d video called you to make you promise to wait to watch the rest of the show.

“We need to watch this together, jagi,” Namjoon stated matter-of-factly. “Please, promise us you’ll wait to watch it with us?”

You’d giggled at his stern expression and furrowed brow but ultimately agreed to honor their request. Once they returned from their Japan appearance, you’d all hunkered down to binge the available episodes and an obsession was born.

You all loved the show, but for very different reasons.

“Let’s go already!” Taehyung cried impatiently. “I’ve been waiting for this episode for forever! I need to know what happens next!”

“It’s been five days,” Yoongi reminded him. “Five days, Taehyung-ah. Quit being so dramatic.”

“He can’t help it,” Jimin interjected with a smirk. “It’s literally his default setting.”

Jimin howled as Taehyung smacked his shoulder. Hoseok plopped onto a couch and cuddled up with his Mang plushie.

“Y/N, I get first cuddles,” Hoseok declared, holding out his arm to you. “Come sit with me, baby!”

You rolled your eyes and tucked your body into his open arm just as Jin and Namjoon walked in with a platter of skewers and bowls of condiments.

“Hey,” Jin protested. “Why do you get first cuddles, Hobi-ah?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Hoseok cackled while nuzzling his nose against your exposed neck. “It’s because I’m the cutest.”

A litany of objections erupted throughout the living room.

“How could you possibly be the cutest?” Jimin whined. “That title obviously goes to me. I’m literally called a mochi by almost everyone on the Internet.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, Jiminie,” Jungkook pointed out. “You can’t always believe what you read online.”

“Ok,” Jimin retorted sassily. “The fact that you called me ‘Jiminie’ just proves that I’m adorable.”

“Why are we even arguing about this?” Taehyung piped up, shaking the blue hair out of his eyes. “It shouldn’t matter who we think is the cutest.”

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi chuckled. “Are you saying that because you think it’s you?”

“There’s no way it’s anyone but me,” Jin wailed. “I outrank all of you in the cuteness category. That’s just plain science, right, Namjoon-ah?”

Namjoon looked at Jin and chuckled. When he was met with flushed ears and angry eyes, his dimples receded quickly. He looked around at the others and realized this was a serious discussion.

“Oh,” he sighed. “We’re actually doing this, huh?”

“What I’m trying to say,” Taehyung continued. “Is that it doesn’t matter what we think. The only opinion that matters is Y/N’s.”

All of them trained their eyes on you, forcing a nervous gulp down your throat. Hoseok loosened his grip on you to sit back and wait for an answer. You looked at each one in turn and knew that the night would either turn into a complete disaster or a delightful evening based on your response.

You rose from the couch and smoothed out your shirt as you pondered their argument.

How could you even choose one of them as “the cutest?” That seemed like a ridiculous title to have, but you knew them better than that. Some of these guys were insanely competitive, others just liked the attention. If you didn’t make a decision soon, they were likely to fall into one of two categories: annoyed or depressed. You couldn’t do that to any of them.

“It isn’t even a competition, guys,” you began, turning to look at each one in the eyes as you spoke. “I can’t pick any of you to be “the cutest” because I love each and every one of you for very different reasons.”

“Shit, we’re all special,” Jungkook pouted. “Which means none of us are.”

You walked over and planted a kiss on his pouty lips. He gripped your hips in response. It took a few kisses, but his pout eventually dissolved into a bright bunny smile.

With Jungkook appeased, you made your way around the room, kissing a smile onto each face and allowing the awkward tension to dissipate into oblivion. Only one person refused to give in to your charms so easily.

“You know that’s cheating, right?” Yoongi explained grumpily while you planted a barrage of kisses on his face. “By not choosing, you’re just copping out.”

You continued kissing along his jaw, working your way to his sensitive earlobe. It usually took longer to draw a smile out of Yoongi, so he required a little more attention than the others. He hissed as you tugged his earlobe with your teeth and he pulled you into his lap in response.

“It’s not really cheating, Yoongi,” you corrected. “I meant what I said. The things I find cute about you are different from what I think is cute about Namjoon or Hoseok or Jin or anyone else. You each shine in your own way. That’s what I love about you guys.”

You kissed the smile playing across Yoongi’s lips and the others settled into their spots around the living room. Jungkook queued up the latest episode of The Mandalorian and everyone piled food onto their disposable plates.

“Alright,” Jungkook huffed. “Is everyone finally ready to watch this?”

“Yes,” Jin griped. “Just play the episode already.”

The opening sequence played on the screen and everyone settled in for the latest episode.

You moved from lap to lap, cuddling each boy in turn, lavishing each with enough love and affection to leave them giddy and full of smiles.

The episode ended with a groan, as usual. There was always some random scene or hint at something exciting happening in the next episode. They could not contain their frustration at the unanswered questions left behind once the credits started rolling.

“Mando is such an awesome character,” Namjoon exclaimed. “He’s so fucking cool with that armor and those weapons!”

“I know, right?” Taehyung cheered. “I want a jetpack like his so I can fly around.”

“Meh,” Jungkook shrugged. “I already do that at concerts. It gets old after a while.”

“Oh my fucking God,” Jimin groaned. “We get it, Kookie. You fly over ARMY and steal their hearts. Yah, get over yourself.”

“Weren’t you just saying that you wanted to do something like that?” Hoseok reminded Jimin. “Something that would require a harness and rope?”

“You sure he was talking about the concert?” Yoongi chuckled. “You can never tell when it comes to Jimin.”

Jimin’s eyes widened and he tossed a pillow at Yoongi’s head. Hoseok pretended to hold Jimin back while Yoongi straightened out the couch cushions, unbothered by Jimin’s outburst.

“Relax, Jiminie,” Yoongi retorted, ruffling the younger boy’s pink hair playfully. “We all know you aren’t into anything that kinky.”

“Yeah, he is,” offered Taehyung. “You should hear him and Y/N when they think no one can hear them.”

Everyone turned to face you and the blush creeping across your cheeks could not be contained.

“So, what do you guys think of that last episode?” you squeaked, desperate for a change in the subject. “Isn’t baby Yoda the cutest thing in the whole galaxy?”

“Oh,” Jin huffed. “The green puppet is labeled as the “cutest,” but she can’t even spare one word of praise for any of us?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook scoffed. “What’s up with that, noona?”

“She likes the puppet more than she likes us,” Yoongi pouted. “Replaced by beady eyes and floppy ears.”

“Jagiya,” Namjoon teased. “Have you really replaced us with baby Yoda? I’m hurt. You wound me with your words.”

They all collapsed into a collective group of troubled and tortured lovers, each pulling on your heartstrings, trying to exhibit the supposed pain they felt.

“My jagi doesn’t love me anymore,” Taehyung wailed against Namjoon’s arm. “She just loves baby Yoda.”

“I guess it’s all over then, huh, jagiya?” Yoongi deadpanned. “Should I start moving your stuff out of my room?”

“How about a little warning next time, Y/N?” Jin growled. “Give a man some time to prepare for such devastating heartbreak.”

Jungkook crawled across the floor, grasping as your bare feet, wiping away his fake tears.

“I can’t believe you would do this to us,” he sobbed against your calf. “After all we’ve been through?”

Hoseok was comforting an inconsolable Jimin by the kitchen counter.

“I don’t think we’ll ever recover, baby,” Hoseok pouted. “Jimin may never dance again.”

“What?” you cried. “Why?”

“Too sad” Jimin sniffled. “My love means nothing to you.”

You could not believe how ridiculous they were being...over a little green puppet, no less. There was only one thing to do.

“Alright, fine,” you relented. “I give up. You win.”

The big fakers grinned and turned toward you, waiting for an apology or some kind of conciliatory response.

You took a deep breath and released an exasperated sigh. Before you spoke, you looked at each one. You walked over to Namjoon and took his hands into your own.

“Oh, come on,” Jin objected. “Seriously? Him?!”

Namjoon’s dimples made an immediate appearance as he looked down at your face. You revealed no emotion, just resolve. The only way this would work was if you really sold it.

“Namjoon-ssi,” you began. “As the leader of this group, it is my duty to tell you that I am officially leaving all of you. Thank you for all you’ve done for me. I love you all so much, but I can’t possibly choose one out of the seven. I’m hurt that you’d even ask me to do something like that.”

“Jagiya,” Namjoon interrupted in a panic. “We were kidding. You know that, don’t you?”

“I can’t even talk about it as a joke, Joonie,” you sniffled. “You’re all the greatest loves of my life. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the girl you wanted me to be. Goodbye, my loves. I will miss you all.”

As their jaws dropped, you walked away toward the bedrooms.

“I’ll start gathering my things,” you shot back at them, sadness pooling in your eyes.

You turned away and the smirk on your face was hidden from their view. They immediately started to freak out and tripped over each other trying to reach you.

“JAGIYA,” shouted all seven in unison. “No! Don’t go!”

You whirled around and gave them your best puppy dog eyes and quivering lip combo. The powerful image stopped them in their tracks, reducing them to a crumbling mess. They fell on their knees and begged for your forgiveness, pleaded for you to stay, proclaimed their undying love for you, promised to never make you choose again.

The onslaught seemed never-ending, and your composure was at the breaking point.

When real tears were spilling out of Jungkook’s eyes, you buckled slightly. He always cried at everything, so you could resist that. What broke you was Yoongi.

The utter despair in his face and the single tear that pooled at the corner of his eye turned you to jelly. You tracked its movement down his cheek and his trembling lips had you jumping over all of them to pull Yoongi into your arms.

He reciprocated without a second thought, burying his face into your hair and released a choked sob.

“Please don’t go, my love,” he whispered. “I can’t live without you.”

You pulled back and matched his own teary eyes. You stroked his minty green hair and smiled.

“I’m not going anywhere, jagi,” you promised. “I just couldn’t bear the thought of you guys making me choose one of you over something so silly.”

You turned in Yoongi’s grasp to face the rest of them. They were all in various stages of recovery now that they knew you weren’t actually leaving.

“I love you all so much,” you repeated. “Please don’t ever make me choose. That would destroy me. I either have all of you or none of you.”

“All,” they agreed wholeheartedly.

Jimin leaned in to pull you into a soft kiss, enveloping your bottom lip with his own plushy ones. You felt other pairs of lips placing kisses on your cheeks and opened your eyes to see Jin and Namjoon on either side of you. They all made room for everyone else to join in the group hug and you sighed in relief.

My dorks. God, I love them.

“I think I know how to solve this once and for all,” Namjoon suddenly proclaimed. “Y/N is the cutest of them all.”

“Even cuter than baby Yoda?” you queried.

“Of course, jagiya,” Jungkook assured you.

He looked up at the rest of the group and grinned, shaking his head. He carefully mouthed the words:

“No way.”

As tempted as they were to rat him out, they all smiled. It just wasn’t worth the fight. They would just wait and use it against him later.

“Anyone up for some dessert?” Jin asked. “I could make something.”

“Ooh,” you exclaimed. “I want to make cookies!”

“Yes, chocolate chip,” Hoseok agreed.

“No,” Jimin argued. “We made those last time! I want your oatmeal cranberry cookies, jagi.”

“If anyone cares,” Yoongi murmured into your neck. “I would like brownies.”

“Can I please request white chocolate macadamia nut cookies?” Namjoon pleaded. “You make the best ones.”

“Or we could all just eat Oreos,” Taehyung suggested. “I just bought a whole pack of Dark Chocolate Oreos.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned loudly.

“The Mandalorian is so lucky,” you exclaimed. “He only has one obnoxious baby to deal with. I have seven of them and they’re all so needy!”

“But that’s why you love us,” Jin giggled. “Right, jagiya?”

You disentangled yourself from the various arms and hands holding onto you and made your way into the kitchen. They all followed suit, curious about what you were doing.

“So what are we doing, babygirl,” Jungkook asked cheerily. “I’m ready to work.”

“All of it,” you responded. “We will make the oatmeal cranberry cookies with white chocolate chips and macadamia nuts. We can also make slutty brownies.”

“I don’t know what that is,” Taehyung giggled. “But I like the sound of it.”

“We will layer chocolate chip cookie dough in the muffin pans,” you explained. “An Oreo goes in the middle and we top it with brownie batter and bake it. The best of three worlds.”

“So like a naughty cookie three-way?” Jimin declared. “I love it.”

“No one is getting me in a three-way,” Jungkook stated defensively. “Hard pass.”

“Sure, he says that now,” Taehyung whispered to Jimin, who giggled in return.

“Alright, everyone,” Jin announced. “Let’s make room for this baking adventure. I have spoken!”

You all laughed at Jin’s reference to your favorite show and began clearing the countertops and gathering ingredients and equipment. You took a moment to gaze at your lovable babies. Sure, they were a massive pain in the ass sometimes and you didn’t get to spend as much time as you wanted together, but they were yours.

Nothing in the galaxy was more important than that.

As you started measuring out ingredients into bowls, Yoongi snuck up behind you and pulled you into a back hug. You hummed in delight as he started massaging your back and shoulders. His hands suddenly stopped, and you looked up at him in confusion.

“What’s up, buttercup?” you asked him. “Something on your mind?”

Yoongi’s wrinkled forehead caught you off guard. He was obviously thinking about something important. But what?

His gaze shifted to meet your own and he tilted his head in question.

“Do you remember what you told me earlier?” he asked. “You know, about the different reasons you love us?”

“Yeah?” you responded. “What about it?”

“Do you honestly not know where I’m going with this?” Yoongi smirked, rolling his eyes playfully. “I don’t know about the rest of them, but I’d like to know what those reasons are. We’ve never really talked about it, and it would be something nice to have something to think about when we’re not here with you.”

You gave your thoughtful honey a kiss on his pale cheek, earning a soft smile in return.

“So you want to know why I love you so much?” you prompted. “Is that all?”

He shrugged his noncommittal shoulders and pursed his lips.

“I mean, if you want to,” he murmured. “You don’t have to.”

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a deep, lingering kiss. He almost whined when you pulled away.

“Not now, babe,” you teased. “Later. Cookies now.”

You grabbed the bowl of half-mixed brownie batter and continued mixing it. Yoongi placed a bag of chopped walnuts near the bowl and snuck in a bag of toffee bits. You smiled and looked at his eager face.

“You know,” you began. “You’re like these brownies. On the surface, you are just like everyone else, full of hopes, dreams, fears. But what makes you different are the little things that no one else expects. You are unbelievably sweet and thoughtful and intellectual and patient. All of that comes through in the music that you create, and you don’t even realize it. It’s those little bits of genius that come through that make me fall in love with you over and over again.”

The breadth of his gummy smile was immeasurable, and he pulled you into an even tighter hug. The others looked up from their work stations, confused. What had they missed?

“Hey,” Hoseok admonished. “What happened? Why is Yoongi-ah getting kitchen cuddles?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Yoongi explained, kissing your cheek. “Y/N just explained why she loves me so much.”

The others exchanged curious glances. You recognized the looks on their faces.

Uh oh. I know what’s coming next.

“I want to know that too,” Taehyung complained loudly.

The others joined in echoing Taehyung’s complaint. You took a deep breath and shook your head, amused at their display of neediness and insecurity.

“Keep working and I will tell each of you,” you agreed. “One by one, no interruptions. Agreed?”

“She has spoken!” Jin declared. “Now, get back to work, my kitchen slaves!”

“We are not your slaves, hyung,” Jungkook retorted. “If we belong to anyone, it’s Y/N.”

“Fair enough,” Jin laughed squeakily. “But, this is my kitchen and I will kick you out if you aren’t working. Now, move it!”

They all continued their various tasks and you wriggled out of Yoongi’s grasp after telling him to mix the walnuts and toffee into the brownie batter.

You made your way around the room, checking everyone’s progress. You stopped when you saw Namjoon struggling to chop macadamia nuts. The struggle was real with this one.

“Joonie, sweetheart,” you giggled. “What are you doing?”

He threw his head back and let out an exasperated yelp. He had a pile of awkwardly chopped nuts on one side of the cutting board and a bowl of whole nuts on the other. At this rate, they’d never get the cookies done.

“How do you always get them cut so uniformly?” he whined. “I’m trying to cut them like you do, but I keep messing it up.”

“Would you like some help, love?” you offered. “There is an easier way and it will be so much faster.”

“Please,” he begged. “I’ll do anything if you just help me.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, knowing he was an anxiety-riddled mess. Cooking made him a little crazy.

You grabbed his hand and walked him over to the pantry. You started looking for the electric chopper, and while you were distracted, Namjoon’s hands started to wander.

“Babe,” you warned. “You’re supposed to be helping me.”

He leaned down and nipped at your neckline, pulling a gasp from your lips. He smiled at your reaction.

“Sorry,” he chuckled while nuzzling your hair. “You know I can’t keep my hands off of you for too long. I’m addicted to your scent, my love. I could just drown in it all day and never want to come up for air. I’ll just live in a Y/N scented world and be happy forever.”

You sighed happily at his words. The man had a way of melting you into a puddle every time he went on a romantic rant. It’s no wonder he made millions with his amazing mind and its myriad creations.

Turning to face him, you buried your face against his chest. You’d missed these little moments with just you and him and a simple exchange of words.

So simple. So pure.

You opened your eyes and spotted the chopper on a bottom shelf and leaned down to get it. As soon as it was in your hands, Namjoon removed it.

“We don’t have to use this, Y/N,” he blurted nervously. “I’m sure there’s something else we could use instead.”

You knew that voice. It was the “I broke something and I don’t want anyone to find out” voice. You gently pulled the chopper from his grasp and looked inside. The blades inside were detached from their original places. They rattled around helplessly.

The guilt written on Namjoon’s face was almost too much to bear. He was so busted.

“It’s fine,” you assured him. “There is more than one way to chop nuts.”

He gave you his best apologetic smile and you handed him a plastic storage bag and a rolling pin.

As you showed him how to crush nuts in the bag, you reached up to entwine your fingers in his silver hair.

“Joonie,” you mused. “You’re a nut.”

“Huh?” he questioned. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a nut,” you repeated. “A macadamia nut, to be exact. You are not a typical nut, you’re something rare and exotic. You think about things in ways no one else does, but you’re never arrogant about it. You cleverly blend in despite the fact that you far outshine other people. I love that about you. You’re always humble and gracious and willing to help those in need. You’re the perfect complement to any situation and you just make everything better, no matter what. You do all of these wonderful things for people and you never ask for anything in return. These macadamia nuts hide in the cookie batter, so you don’t always see them, but once you bite into one, they just make the cookie epically better. Like I said, you’re a nut, and that’s why I love you so much.”

His dimples reached maximum depth as he took in your compliment. The blush on his cheeks drew your attention and you pulled him down to give each cheek a great big kiss. His smile was radiant and the sparkle in his eyes unparalleled by any star in the sky.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he grinned. “I will always be your nut.”

He pulled your chin up and captured your lips with his own. He lingered for a moment and went back to crushing macadamia nuts with a ridiculous grin on his face. You gave him one last hug and wandered off to investigate the others’ progress.

For some reason, Jimin and Taehyung were sullenly sorting white and semisweet chips into two bowls. Someone had carelessly mixed them into one bag, and they were carefully separating the delicious morsels.

Speaking of delicious morsels…

“Who is responsible for this mess?” you wondered aloud.

“Jungkook,” they both groaned, their faces contorting in annoyance.

“We asked him to bring us the chocolate chips,” Jimin explained. “And he just dumped them all into one bag.”

“When we asked him why all he did was shrug and take off with my Oreos,” Tae pouted. “I bought those myself, jagi.”

You brought up your hands to scratch their heads, which had them both leaning into you like needy kitty cats. Taehyung latched onto your waist and pulled you closer so he could place his head on your shoulder. Jimin leaned over so he could rest his head on your breast, making adorable purring noises as he nuzzled.

“I’m sorry our maknae such a brat,” you cooed at your angry 95s. “I will punish him later. I promise. Can you just separate a cup and a half each of the white and semisweet chips? Leave the rest mixed and I’ll make cookies with them later.”

That certainly brightened their moods. They set to work with the measuring cups and realized they didn’t have far to go. Their renewed enthusiasm was so endearing. You sighed and leaned forward on your elbows to admire the pink and blue beauties in front of you.

“Jagiya,” Jimin smiled. “Why are you looking at us like that? It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t listen to him, babe,” Taehyung shot back. “I love it. Keep staring as long as you like.”

“I’m not trying to embarrass you, mochi,” you assured him. “I’m just thinking about how different you two are, and yet, I love you both so much.”

Taehyung finished filling his quota of chocolate and sat back in his chair, ready to hear you sing his praises.

“Go ahead, my love,” he said calmly. “I’m listening.”

“You’re both like those chocolate chips,” you began. “Tae-Tae, you’re the semisweet, and Minnie, you’re the white chocolate.”

“I want to be semisweet,” Jimin murmured cutely. “Why can’t Tae be the white ones?”

“Because I said so,” you pointed out, reaching for his hand, which he gave you without hesitation. “White chocolate isn’t technically chocolate. It has a category all its own. It’s creamy, sweet, and perfectly complements any flavor you pair it with. You’re like white chocolate, Jimin. I love you because of your sweetness, your smooth charm, and because you are a perfect match for me in any situation. We can either be complete dorks together or we can slay people with our sexiness.”

“No one is sexier than you,” he smirked, pulling your hand to his lips and running his fingers through his hair.

“You see,” you pointed out. “Look at that smile, those bedroom eyes, the way you run your fingers through your hair. A few moments ago, you were a pouty squishy mochi, and now you’re making it very difficult for me to concentrate.”

Jimin grinned and ducked his head to hide his flushed cheeks. You walked over to lift his face and you pressed a dozen kisses all over it.

“You are my white chocolate,” you stated while cupping his cheeks. “I love you and I will always want you. That should never be a question you have to ask yourself, my love.”

His smile settled and his half-moon eyes made you melt. He pulled you into a tight hug and then kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, jagiya.” he whispered into your hair. “That means a lot to me.”

You pulled away and whirled around to see an impatient Taehyung with his arms crossed, tapping his foot against the side of the prep table. His frown was so deep that you actually wondered whether he was really upset or not.

“Tae-Tae?” you asked cautiously. “You’re not mad at me, are you, honeybear?”

His cool composure cracked at the use of his favorite pet name and he giggled uncontrollably. He pulled you into his arms and laughed into your hair. When his giggle fit receded, he wiped away a few tears and beamed at you.

“You’re not the only actor around here, babe,” he bragged. “I am a man of many talents.”

“No kidding,” you sighed. “You almost had me there.”

“I know,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss your nose. “‘Almost’ still counts.”

“Which brings me to my point about you,” you continued. “Want to venture a guess about my reasons for loving you, my semi-sweet chocolate chip?”

Taehyung made a big show of leaning back and pretending to think. You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying he looked like a Korean Winnie the Pooh.

Think, think, think…

“I think I know,” he offered. “But tell me anyway so I can make sure that you know.”

“Ok,” you relented, rolling your eyes playfully. “Semi-sweet chips are a perfect balance of sweet and bitter flavors. Your own chaotic nature is also a mixture of sweet and sour. You can be an absolute sweetheart one minute and then turn around and pull mean pranks on people the next.”

“Like a Sour Patch Kid!” he cheered.

“Yes, exactly,” you continued. “Despite how crazy you make me sometimes, you always pull me back in with that adorable smile, that dreamy tone in your voice, and your playful antics. I would never ask you to change that because that deadly combination makes me fall for you every time.”

He beamed the aforementioned boxy smile at you and lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

“You think I’m deadly?” he teased, pulling one hand into a gun shape. “Do I have a license to kill, babe?”

“Absolutely,” you smirked. “You’re killing my patience, Tae. Just kiss me already, you dork.”

He chuckled and lifted his hands to your cheeks. He leaned up to kiss your forehead, then proceeded to kiss every available surface on your face. You giggled and tried to pull away, but you were hopelessly trapped in his loving embrace.

When he finally released you, the cookie dough was ready for the add-ins, so Tae scurried off to help mix the dough. Jimin pressed another kiss to your cheek as he passed you on the way to the other stand mixer.

You looked around the kitchen and checked on everyone. You noticed Hoseok was missing, so you wandered over to the pantry to look for him.

You found him on a stepladder, stretching to reach an unopened bag of dried cranberries on the top shelf. His balance was impeccable, but he still needed a few centimeters to reach the desired bag.

You placed a hand on his calf to steady him and he nearly jumped onto one of the shelves in fright.

“JAGIYA,” he screamed. “What are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry, Hobi,” you soothed, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. “Do you need some help, my love?”

He stepped down and put his arm around you, still looking up at the bag just beyond his reach.

“I don’t think I can reach that stupid bag,” he griped. “And I don’t think I can lift you high enough to reach either. I need those cranberries for the cookies.”

While he shot dirty looks at the bag in question, you looked behind the pantry door for the broom. You lifted it to the bag in question and nudged the bag off the shelf. Hoseok yelped as it fell, but caught it without any problems. He gripped the bag tightly and shifted his annoyed eyes to you.

“Seriously,” he murmured. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

You shrugged your shoulders and put the broom back behind the door. A loud sigh of exasperation preceded the back hug you were pulled into. Hoseok rested his head on your shoulder and pouted.

“You’re so smart, baby,” he sighed. “What would I do without you?”

“Shrivel up and die like these cranberries,” you joked. “But you’d still be delicious.”

He tickled you for your comment and it quickly turned into a gentle make-out session against the pantry door, the bag of cranberries carelessly discarded on the counter.

“How did I get so lucky?” Hoseok whispered against your lips.

“I ask myself that same question every day, Hobi,” you confessed. “I am the luckiest person in the world to have you all in my life. You’re one of the reasons I’m so thankful for this gift I’ve been given.”

“Really?” he smiled. “Why is that, sweetheart?”

“Well,” you began, grabbing the cranberries off the counter. “You’re like these cranberries: a bright flavor that dances on the tongue and invites you back for more. You can be a bit much at times, but I never get tired of it. I would miss you if you weren’t in my life, just like I’d miss the cranberries if they weren’t in the cookies. I need your sharp energy, your tart personality, the rich hues you bring into my life. I felt so dull and plain before I met you. You’re the splash of sunshine that pulls me out of the shadows, no matter how deep they get. I wouldn’t be happy if I didn’t have you in my world, Hobi.”

His effulgence engulfed the looming sadness in your eyes. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips and took the bag from your hands.

“I better get these to the cookie dough,” he cheered. “We can’t have my gorgeous babydoll missing out on something she loves so much.”

With a wink and another kiss, he bounced off toward the kitchen. You shook your head and smiled.

Always there for me, isn’t he?

You were about to round the corner when Jungkook hopped into the kitchen, nearly knocking you over.

“Oh shit,” he cried. “I’m sorry, babygirl, are you ok?”

He helped you get back to a standing position, and looked you over for any damages. You laughed and patted his face, assuring him you were just fine.

“What’s up, Kookie?” you asked. “What are you doing here?”

He flushed in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I kinda ate most of the Oreos Taehyung had,” he admitted. “Now, we don’t have enough for the slutty brownies.”

You sighed and shook your head.

Of course, he did.

“They sent me to get more Oreos,” he explained. “Do we have anymore?”

“Well, we have regular Oreos,” you replied. “I may or may not have another package of Dark Chocolate Oreos somewhere, but I’m not sure you deserve them, my little troublemaker.”

His face pulled up into a mischievous bunny smile and he ran his hands up and down your side, trying to butter you up.

“Where are they, noona?” he asked sweetly. “Where are you hiding them?”

You weren’t falling for his charms. He’d already caused two problems today, and he needed to be punished.

“I’m not telling you anything, Jeon Jungkook,” you declared. “You need to suffer for your bad behavior.”

His grin faltered slightly and he pouted his lips at you and leaned in to kiss you. You pulled away and shook your head. The look on his face was priceless.

“No kisses?” he asked incredulously. “That’s my punishment? Seriously? That’s not fair!”

“What’s not fair,” you corrected him. “Is that Jimin and Tae had to separate individual chocolate chips because of you and now we’re short on Oreos because you were snacking too much.”

He nodded in agreement and huffed out a deep sigh.

“Ok, ok,” he conceded. “I admit that I was kind of a dick to Jimin and Tae, but they always pick on me, so I should be allowed to retaliate. I am sorry that it affected our baking time though. But you can’t hold the Oreos against me, noona. I was hungry and they tasted so good. Before I realized it, I’d eaten half the bag.”

His frown was genuine, but you weren’t totally ready to let him off the hook just yet. Sometimes, he just needed a little reminder of his flaws, especially since he was good at almost everything.

“Kookie,” you sighed. “Do you have any idea why I love you so much?”

He smirked and raised an eyebrow. He was trying to choose his words carefully but decided to bite his tongue before he got into any more trouble.

“No,” he replied. “Honestly, I still have trouble accepting that you love all of us equally. It doesn’t always feel that way.”

“You’re just saying that because you know you’re in trouble right now,” you chastised. “When we all got into this relationship, we sat down and had a long talk about how and why this would work. Everyone gets equal time, no one is excluded, everyone communicates. Do you remember that?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “But that was a long time ago, noona. How can I be sure you still feel that way about all of us?”

You ruffled his hair and put your arms around his neck. He bit his lip and you leaned in to kiss the adorable freckle just below his bottom lip. He tried to reciprocate, but you pulled away, determined to finish your conversation before he distracted you with affection.

“That day, you swore that you would be the best at this relationship,” you reminded him. “As though this were a competition of some sort. But it isn’t, Kook. A lot of time has passed, and we are all different people now. The only thing that’s remained the same is how I feel about all of you.”

“And how do you feel about me specifically?” he prompted. “You aren’t getting tired of me yet?”

“Are you kidding?” you gawked. “How could I? You are Mr. Fun around here. You indulge in all the insane things I want to do that no one else does. We’ve gone bungee jumping, skydiving, zip-lining, paragliding, snowboarding, scuba diving, and we even went to that ropes course that was 50 feet in the air. We slept in a luxury treehouse for our last weekend together. You and I get into all kinds of insane activities, and I absolutely love it.”

“It was so much fun,” he squealed. “I’m glad I got to share those experiences with you.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “But that isn’t the only reason I love you.”

You turned and reached into the pantry, behind the boxes of instant oatmeal that only you ate. Underneath a box of brown sugar cinnamon oatmeal was an unopened package of dark chocolate Oreos. You handed them to Jungkook and his face lit up with glee.

“You are like these cookies, Kookie,” you stated. “They seem perfectly uniform and structured, but they have their flaws just like anything else does. We always joke that you’re good at everything, but you and I both know that isn’t true. Knowing the intimate details of your life and sharing in those shortcomings makes me feel very loved and trusted. I love knowing that even though the world gets to see so much of you, I am the one who sees the real you, beyond the cameras and the lights. The Jungkook who packs two left shoes, the one who forgets to put on deodorant, the one who trips over his untied shoelaces, the one who knocks his head into a tree branch because he’s not paying attention, the one who falls on his butt when he’s trying to show off in front of his hyungs. That’s the Jungkook I love and I will continue to love his goofy ass for as long as I’m alive.”

He pulled you into a tight hug and you heard him sniffle against your temple.

Such a crybaby.

“Oh, Kookie,” you cooed. “Why is my baby crying?”

“Because you got me all emotional and in my feels,” he croaked out. “Now I have to go back into the kitchen and everyone is going to make fun of me.”

“Yup,” you confirmed. “Consider that your punishment, my love. Enjoy!”

With that, you spun him around and pushed him back into the kitchen, making sure to smack his ass on the way.

One spanking will suffice...for now.

The first batch of cookies was in the oven and Jin had the trays of slutty brownies ready to go. He was just a few Oreos short, which Jungkook was quick to remedy, turning away to wipe away his tears.

“She made you cry, didn’t she?” Yoongi probed, smirking at the weepy maknae.

Everyone turned to look at Jungkook, and once they saw his tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, their smiles grew exponentially. They all knew he’d been causing trouble, so they knew you’d punish him sooner or later.

Luckily for him, no one got the opportunity to indulge in teasing him because Jin dropped the last bit of brownie batter onto the pan and handed the tray to Hoseok to put it into the oven. There were already cookies cooling on racks and Namjoon and Yoongi were guarding them from the younger boys.

“Hey!” Jin spat in your direction. “I’ve had to listen to all kinds of conversations about chocolate and brownies and raisins or whatever. Everyone is happy because you’ve told them all these wonderful things and I’m the only one left and you haven’t said one word to me. What’s up with that, Y/N-ssi?”

“Oh snap,” Namjoon murmured. “He broke out the ssi. He must be really pissed off.”

“Y/N-ssi, huh?” you replied, cocking an eyebrow while walking toward him. “Is that how we’re addressing each other now, Jinnie? What happened to “princess” or “sweetie” or “my goddess?”

“You only get those names when you’re a good girl,” he gritted out. “Not when you’re being mean to me.”

You wedged yourself between him and the counter. He looked down at you and you could see the bright pink tips of his ears poking out amid his fluffy cocoa hair. There was a smear of flour on his cheek and you fought the urge to mention it.

He put his hands on his hips and gave you his best angry Jin look. You reached up to place your hands on his broad shoulders and leaned into his chest. It took him only a moment, but his arms found their way around your back, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

“I’m very sorry, Jin, sweetheart,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to make you feel excluded or forgotten.”

“Well, you did,” he pouted. “Do you not love me anymore, princess?”

You hugged him tighter and sighed deeply. These boys were always so insecure. Sure, your relationship was complicated, but they could never convince themselves that you actually loved and wanted all of them. Thankfully, you always found ways to remind them that was never an issue.

“Jin, honey, I love you more than you could possibly know,” you said, looking up at him to make sure he was listening. “You are the glue that holds our unconventional group together.”

“No,” he disagreed. “You are.”

You giggled and shook your head at him.

Silly man.

“Jin, my love, look around,” you pointed out. “You keep the rest of us in line when things start to go south. You remind everyone to share time like adults and not to fight over stupid things. Sometimes, I feel like you’re the only adult in this relationship. Then, you do ridiculous things like dance in front of the TV or tell us those terrible jokes of yours. That’s when I remember that you’re just as much of a child as we are inside.”

“My goddess is so smart and hot,” Jin beamed. “Do you know why educated people are so hot?”

Uh oh…

“Don’t-“ Yoongi begged.

“Why?” You asked, knowing you were in for some major cheese.

“Because they have a lot of degrees!” he squealed, releasing a long laugh reminiscent of a windshield wiper.

A barrage of groans erupted throughout the kitchen.

“Please tell me you don’t love him after that,” Namjoon pleaded. “That was awful.”

“Sorry, Joon,” you replied. “I love this adorable cornball. You know you all love him just as much. Just like that flour he’s got on his cheek, he’s a part of everything we love, including all the snacks we’re making. He’s essential to this relationship and we wouldn’t have it without him. He convinced me to give this a try and he convinced all of you that it would work. Don’t be so hard on him, even if his jokes are terrible.”

You reached up to wipe his cheek clean and he leaned in to kiss you.

Ding!

“The cookies are done!” Jimin cheered. “Snack time!”

Everyone started arranging the baked goods on trays to take back into the living room. You walked over to the loveseat hand in hand with Jin and you both settled down for another cuddle session.

“So what are we watching now?” Jungkook asked, just before shoving an entire slutty brownie in his mouth.

“We’re not going to watch you eat, that’s for sure,” Taehyung commented. “Gross.”

“I think we should watch a Disney movie,” Hoseok suggested. “We need to actually use this subscription to make it worth it.”

“Let’s watch Endgame again,” Jungkook offered. “We didn’t get to finish it last time.”

Everyone agreed and the movie started up.

“So,” Taehyung piped up. “Who do you think the best Marvel hero is? My money is on Star-Lord.”

A collective uproar broke out and you groaned.

Not again.

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The Language of Limbo - Part 8

Pairing : Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader ; Marvel Cast x Plus Size Reader

Warnings : Language ; mention of drinking problem ; mention of vomit

Word Count : 2.4k

A/N : Hiii :) Sorry it took so long to post the next chapter, but I’m really busy with school. Change of plans : This chapter was supposed to be the Finale but changed my mind. The next chapter (9) will be the Finale. Hope you like it :)

Everyone got back into their respective positions. Since you had only a scene left to film, the directors told you to step aside, because your scene was due after the one they were about to film between Chris, RDJ, Mark, Jeremy and Rebecca. You sat behind the cameras and were going through your phone, when Rebecca's bitter scoff reached your eardrums. 'What now?', you thought.

"You're killing my character?", she turned hysterically towards the Russo Brothers, who didn't seem phased by her outburst. "Yes, it was planned from the beginning. It's because -", replied Joe back but was cut off by her 'highness'. "That's not acceptable. I'm the real star of the movie here. My character is the main person of the whole plot, how can you just kill me off like that?!" You shook your head at her ridiculous attitude, not really surprised. She furiously walked to her phone and typed frantically. A minute later, Anthony Russo's phone rang. He took his brother's arm and stepped aside. "What the hell is wrong with you?", spat Chris (Evans) to Rebecca, annoyed at her lack of professionalism. Her only response towards him was her look full of hatred.

Five minutes later, the directors came back with clenched jaws, tension radiating of them. Kevin Feige who was immediately informed of the change of plans, stormed to the set and said with a firm voice, "Joe, Anthony and Y/N we need to talk!" Your eyes widened because you didn't know why the president of the Studios was calling out for you, since you haven't done anything compromising. You joined them, your heart pumping heavily in your thoracic cage and with sweaty palms. "You wanted to talk to me?", you said calmly. He didn't even look at you and directly turned to the directors, ignoring your existence. "New change of plans : Rebecca's character lives and you will kill off Y/N's !" You couldn't help yourself and gasped. You knew the Shield agent you were portraying wasn't a big part of the story and that you wouldn't get much attention for it but to the point off killing them, it sucked. "We got the news but with all due respect Kevin, we don't think that would be a good idea regarding the future of the franchise and what we visioned for the next movies."

"I understand but I'll guess you will have to come up with another storyline that would fit with what we planned for the future !", responded Feige firmly. The directors nodded not really in position to argue with their boss. "You may leave now, except you Y/N", he stated furthermore. You gulp harshly, fear creeping your whole body. "It has come to my attention that you have a severe drinking problem. I'm sure you know that the Studios can't afford the medias focusing on such juicy topics instead of the movie. For that matter, I'm sorry but I'm afraid that it would be for the best if you didn't attend the premiere." Your mouth stood agape, the words trying to come out but you physically couldn't. Tears welled up in your eyes and you didn't have the force to hide it from him this time. An apologetic expression crossed his features while you stood before him, head down and your silent tears streaming down your face. He patted your shoulder and exclaimed for the first time since he stormed out in the set and took you apart, in a more quiet voice, "I'm really sorry Y/N but business is business. I hope you understand that and can eventually forgive me." You only nodded (what could you have done otherwise), cleaned your face and walked away.

When you came back, you saw Mason and walked towards him. His smile vanished once seeing your blank and the remaining traces of the tears on your face. He cupped your cheeks and intensely tried to seek for your eyes. "What happened?", he whispered slowly. "Ehm nothing. I wanted to ask you if it was alright for you that we post-pone our date from tonight? I'm not really done shooting actually", you said. He saw your pained gaze and with a heavy heart nodded. "Yes of course, no problem. Do you want me to stay?" You shook your head 'no' and he nodded once more, noticing that it somehow was the wrong moment to push more into it. "Thanks", you mumbled and went back to the makeup trailer to get your face back on track. When you were done, you left the trailer and plastered a fake smile on your face, not letting Rebecca get the satisfaction of seeing you devastated. Deep down you knew it was because of her. You marched to the Russo brothers who gave you a knowing look and got in position to film the scene. What the other actors didn't know was that instead of Rebecca's character to die, it was yours. The directors took Mackie and Hemsworth discreetly to the side and explained them what they had to do. The two actors looked at each other confused since it wasn't planned and Joe said, "I know you're confused but just do as we told you."

The actors didn't question further and got ready to play the new part assigned by the Russos. In the scene, Hydra members managed to infiltrate Stark's reception and their mission was still the same : kill Rogers. During the crossfire, you faked being hit and collapsed on the ground. Mackie and Hemsworth were beside you the next second. "Y/C/N, stay with us ! The ambulance is on it's way", stated Wilson while trying to keep pressure on your wound. You cough out fake blood, your eyes tearing. It wasn't just Y/C/N death but somehow symbolically, yours too. "Stay with us Y/C/N. I'm begging you. Don't leave us", exclaimed Thor with a shaky voice. Your hands weakly reached both their cheeks before dropping down lifeless. You turned your face to the side, your last breath leaving your soul along a final tear. They bowed their heads down and the rest of the Avengers gathered around your lifeless body. "CUT !", yelled Joe. They analyzed the scene before applauding. "It was remarkable guys. Y/N it was breathtaking, thank you for that performance." The director's assistant gave you a blanket to clean out the fake blood. You felt the cast's piercing gaze shooting hols behind your back, confused at this change of the situation and you tried to shrug it off, not able to face their gazes.

You felt a hand press to your shoulder, thinking it was Scarlet or RDJ, you turned around with a fake smile but it quickly vanished when you saw that it was Elizabeth. "Are you ok?", she asked. "What do you care?!", was the only thing you told her, in such a calm voice that it made goosebumps crawl up her whole body. You finished cleaning up because the directors figured that the scenes had to be filmed multiple times. Three hours later, they declared that the shooting was done for the week and that they would see some of them for re-shoots. "For the others, thank you so much for your performances. It was a pleasure to work with you", they stated while furtively giving you an apologetic look. You weakly clapped your hands along the crew, drained out from the whole tearing up and filming. You were gathering your stuff when Hemsworth asked you if you wanted to join them for a drink. "Thank you for the invitation, but I'm really tired. I think I'm just gonna fall asleep the second I hit the bed", you chuckled. "Are you sure? It's tradition that after the end of shooting everyone gathers around for a final night before everyone goes back to their respective lives and projects." You nodded, "I know but I'm really sorry to have to pass on it. We'll see each other some other day, ok?" He didn't push further once seeing your tired eyes. "Alright no problem. See you at the movie premiere", he replied with a wide smile when leaving to join the others. At the mention of the premiere, you heart stopped beating and you just nodded. "Sure", you lied.

It was past 10 pm. The only thing you wanted was to beat the shit out of your frustration. You covered yourself in a large hoodie, a cap hiding your face and walked out to the nearest Cornerstore. You knew that you shouldn't but couldn't stop it. "One last time", you tried to excuse yourself. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, paid and marched back to the production's gym. First of all, you looked around if you were alone, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone and then turned on the lights. You took of the hoodies along shoes and began taking long sips from the bottle, the familiar sensation burning your throat. Then, without wrapping your hands, you started hitting on the punching bag with all your force. The small breaks you took wasn't to get your breath back but to drink more and more. At this far, your knuckles were bleeding but you didn't felt it, the alcohol being your antidote. Each time the bag came balancing your way, you hit harder and harder, letting all your anger go away. "Hey hey hey stop it !!", a loud voice echoed around the gym but you didn't. You kept punching, even if your hand was feeling numb you kept pushing. Strong and firm hands pushed you back violently, making you fall to the ground. You laid back on the ground, the lights burning your vision and started laughing hysterically. "Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?"

"The bottle", you mumbled. "NO !" You sat up and were looking for the bottle but before you could reach it, he had already taking it away. "Give me the bottle !", you said with a raspy voice. "No!" "Mason, I swear to god, give me my fucking bottle", you said through greeted teeth. "And I said no !", he replied with a low but dangerous intonation. You crawled to him, with a piercing gaze, not in control of your acts anymore. "Why are you like this with me? What do you want from me? Fuck me? Someone to pity?", you spat. His eyes widened but you didn't gave him a chance to reply, when you crashed your lips against his. He was starting to let go and kiss you back when he suddenly pushed you off him. "Y/N stop", he whispered with a shaky voice. It was like a wake-up call and you distanced yourself from him, heat creeping up your body. You realized that you just kissed him without his consent and felt ashamed. You hid your face in your hands and began sobbing loudly, ashamed of your act. He wrapped his arms around you in comfort. "I'm so sorry", you breathed out between your sobs. His hold tightened and he dropped a small kiss on your skull. "Y/N, look at me", he said. You shook you face, too embarrassed to face him. He lifted your chin, "Look at me." You eventually did as he said.

"I'm not rejecting you. Our first kiss shouldn't be like this. It should be full of passion after spending a marvelous night, where we would diner together and get to know each other even more. Where you will have full control of your acts. I really really like you Y/N and what just happened is not gonna change my feelings for you but you need to trust me. What happened for you to be in this state?" You let out a shaky breath out before telling him everything. He listened carefully and tried to remain calm because he knew it wasn't the moment to burst out. "I'm sorry Y/N. You don't deserve this and I promise when the day comes, the responsible will pay for their acts." His gaze fell on your hands and he sighed. "Come on let's get that cleaned up", he whispered and dropped once again a chaste kiss on your forehead before helping you getting up.

What neither of your knew was that the walls had eyes.

After 10 minutes of walking, Mason opened the door and let you in, carefully placing you on the couch. "Where are we? This is not my trailer." He chuckled at the small portion of lucidity left in you. "No, it my trailer. I figured that it would be a bad idea to cross the whole set. Someone could have crossed path with us and I don't want them to see my girl in this state", he rambled. "Your girl, hein?", you whispered with a grin plastered on your face and your eyes closed. You liked the sound of it. "Here stay with me. I'm gonna grab the first aid kit and clean this mess, ok?" You hummed in contentment. Before you had the chance to comprehend, your eyes widened and you reached the nearest sink to empty your stomach. Mason heard the commotion and came running to your position, lifting your hair out of the way. You tried to push him out, not wanting him to face the aftermaths of your drinking, but he wasn't having it. You rinsed your mouth with water and let out a heavy breath out. Mason let go of your hair and fumbled through his furniture. He came back 5 minutes after with a toothbrush and paste. He applied some of it and ordered you to open up. "I can do it myself", you told him. "No you can't", he said while clenching his jaw and pointing to your bloody knuckles. You let him clean your teeth, silent tears of embarrassment sliding down your face. When he was done he cleaned the tears away, his own eyes glossy to see you like that. He took you in his arms, his strong arms tighten around your form. For the first time in a long time, you felt save. After that he disinfected your knuckles before kissing them softly. "What did I do to deserve such a wonderful person in my life?", you asked him while caressing his cheek. "I'm sorry you had to witness this", you whispered. "We will get pass this, I promise. I'll have your back, always." You nodded and thanked him from the bottom of your heart. You fell asleep on his bed, his tall and build figure wrapped around your plumb and voluptuous one.

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