You are an up-and-coming director who recently wrote and directed a major film that is coming out soon starring Robert Downey Jr. and Jennifer Garner. While you are on “The Late Late Show with James Corden” you start talking about your interest in other actors; Nick Robinson in particular.
Pete Davidson
Hangover Confessions 💖
It’s your birthday and you’re in love with your best friend.
Tom Holland
Tea and Hot Cocoa 💖
Tom attempts to take the next step in your relationship.
Sebastian Stan
The Proposal 💖
Sebastian realizes he’s ready to spend the rest of his life with you and you finally get a break from work. This makes it the perfect opportunity for him to propose. Featuring: Chris Evans.
You give Jeff a run for his money when you join the group. Good thing he places all of his bets on you. The slow story of how you, the female version of Jeff Winger, stole the one and only’s heart.
I Can't Stop This And It's Killing Me pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 💖🖤
Everyone has secrets, but you like to keep yours hidden. That is until a certain Karen Page decides you need to get to know a certain Devil in Hell's Kitchen.
Drinking Confessions 💖
Drunk you likes to talk, and confess a lot of feelings.
Bucky Barnes
Frustrated 💖💔
Bucky is new to the team and still getting the hang of things. However, he can't help but spend a lot of time trying to get to know you.
What Did I Get Myself Into? 💖
You get hurt on a mission and Bucky thinks it's his fault. That's why he helps take care of you.
Vitals 💖
You have been diagnosed with cystic fibrosis for as long as you can remember. It wasn’t till a month ago that you had an attack that left you bound to the hospital, where you’ve been patiently awaiting a lung transplant.
Steve Rogers - coming soon
Tony Stark
Nightmares 💖
Tony has nightmares, and sometimes when on missions together, you give him more.
Peter Parker
You're Spider-Man? 💖🖤
You used to enjoy reading fanfic about Spider-Man that is until you finally learn who you've been fantasizing about.
Faked It 💖🖤
You’re trying to study but Peter is very distracting.
Summary: You give Jeff a run for his money when you join the group. Good thing he places all of his bets on you. The slow story of how you, the female version of Jeff Winger, stole the one and only’s heart.
Warnings: swearing, dear God lots of smuttt, elements of sexual harrassment? But Jeff takes care of that.
Word Count: 5k - AKA - too freaking long but so worth it, I promise.
Masterlist
It didn’t take long for the Greendale 7 to become the Greendale 8 when you started attending the community college. As much as the study group acted like they were just another group at school, everyone else knew the school revolved around them. You noticed this the first day on campus when they were in your biology class and made a huge stink about their lab partners. But, unlike the other students in the class, you refused to be a bystander and made a move to be one of the main characters. You remember it like it was yesterday.
*Flashback*
“You know, I really think you guys could use a fourth girl in your group just to even things out,” you said as you put your books in your backpack after class.
“Well, Pierce is hardly in the group anyway so it’s pretty even.” Jeff retorted.
“Hey!” Pierce yelled.
“Jeff!” Annie scolded. You laughed.
“Even if that is the case, I still think I could bring something fun to your table,” you flirted as you left the room, not wanting to beg for acceptance.
“You’re welcome to have some fun with me if you want!” Jeff called out after you as the other six groaned in disgust.
*Present Day*
One semester later and you were still sitting in the once empty seat between Jeff and Annie. You were something refreshing for the group. Someone who wasn’t afraid to be blunt, never hid anything, was always open about your life and your attitude. The way you saw it, too much time gets wasted hiding feelings or trying to save face. So in the moments when Annie and Shirley would go on their own sidequest in the group or when Britta tried to diagnose someone with a mental disorder, you were there to shine a light on the big picture before something big spiraled out of control and it was up to Jeff to make one of his speeches to save everyone’s ass. He would never say it, but Jeff slowly became thankful for your presence. In the beginning, he was a little threatened that you were trying to take his place as “leader” but as everyone got to know you better, you slowly fell into your role as negotiator amongst everyone. However, the flirtation between you and Jeff never stopped.
“What did you guys do this weekend?” Annie asked the group as they sat down at the infamous table.
“Andre and I went to the movies.” Shirley started.
“(Y/N) and I went to Ripley’s Believe It Or Not. We made candles shaped like our hands.” Britta shared.
“I was busy getting laid like a man,” Jeff mumbled, attention fully on his phone.
“Uh!” Annie crossed her arms.
“Gross.” Britta groaned.
“Oh, really? And exactly how does such a manly man get laid? Doggy style? Or missionary?” You turned your full body towards Jeff, hand resting under your chin. You now had Jeff’s full attention, his eyes slightly widened at your words. He quickly reacted, putting his phone down on the table and staring you down.
“Missionary, I like to see the face they make when I fuck them.”
“Really? I would’ve figured doggy. With a narcissistic ego like yours, it’d give you full control.”
Jeff smiled and leaned back into his chair. He opened his textbook then mumbled, “Reverse cowgirl.”
“Ha! Make them do all the work sounds fitting.” You mirrored Jeff and opened your book as well.
“You guys!” Troy yelled.
You and Jeff looked up to see Troy covering Abed’s ears and Shirley covering Annie’s. Britta sat covering her own.
You let out a breathy laugh and looked down.
“Alright, chapter 4!” Jeff announced. He looked down at you, feeling his eyes, you made eye contact with him seeing his side smirk before looking back at your books.
You were never shameful about the information you shared with the group. If anything you think you helped them break out of their comfort zones. Especially Jeff as you two shared your one-night stands with each other. Something Jeff solemnly enjoyed knowing how the rest of the group would respond. While this was a rare occurrence as most of both of your times were spent with the rest of the group, it was still nice to have someone to talk to about your sexual relations. You were someone Jeff has never seen before. He’d become so accustomed to a certain type of woman that he knew what plays he had to make for a quickie. But you weren’t like that. You left Jeff confused.
If anyone else talked to Jeff the way you did, he’d have them pinned against a wall in seconds because he would know it’s what they wanted. But not you. You were so matter-of-fact about everything you said, no matter how dirty. There was a time when you two were having lunch at the cafeteria together and the conversation somehow became about eating a girl out. Jeff automatically claiming to be great at it and you immediately quizzing him on his habits. By the end of the conversation, Jeff was taking notes and you had to leave abruptly to avoid being late to a class. By the time Jeff finished writing and saw you were gone, he was left slightly winded by the things he learned and slightly hard.
These interactions continued every week and slowly Jeff became more enamored with your presence. He would look for you in every room. He would be anxious if you weren’t at the study group. And most importantly, he was having fewer one-night stands. The two of you would steal glances at each other and slowly talk about things more personal. Even though you were very open to the group already, you still had things hidden. It was as if Jeff had access to a hidden flashlight that only you let him use to get to know you better.
You had always found Jeff attractive, even before joining the group. If he came to you one day and wanted to sleep with you, you’d do it with no hesitation. But you’d be damned if you were the one to initiate it. You loved the friendship you had with Jeff and how close were able to be with him. You didn’t want to jeopardize anything by having sex. So instead you flirted, and talked about having sex with other people, leaving out the parts on how you wished it was him. This was something completely contradictory to how you would normally operate. If you were infatuated with anyone else you would’ve boned them by now. But this was Jeff you reasoned. You knew how he operated. He flirts with everyone and you didn’t want to be everyone to Jeff.
That is until things started to shift leading up to one of the many school dances. You had somehow managed to capture the attention of a man named Trey. Trey flirted with you every single day in math class. You were very much not interested and you told Trey every single day. You had even expressed your frustrations to the study group. But there wasn’t much to do; he was stuck in a class with you. Things started to escalate the week of the dance.
The study group had ended another meeting and was walking to their next class together when Trey approached you.
“(Y/N), will you go to the dance with me?” Trey knelt down with a bouquet of flowers in front of you.
“No, Trey. I don’t want to go to the dance with you. I don’t want to go on a date with you. I don’t even want to talk to you. Leave me the fuck alone.” You spoke deliberately, hoping this time he would finally listen to you. You walked around him, the group following you to class.
“Hey!” Trey yelled, he ran up to you and grabbed your arm. “Just go to the dance with me, I’ll give you anything you want, I’ll show you I can be the man you want.”
“She said no dickface. What part of that don’t you understand?” Jeff scolded. His eyebrows furrowed.
“This doesn’t concern you, man. (Y/N), I love you please.” Trey caressed your face with his opposite hand.
“Ugh! Get off of me!” You slapped him and wiggled your arm out of his grasp.
“Hey!” Trey started to move towards you but Jeff dropped his books and grabbed him, pinning him against the lockers.
“You fucker. What the fuck makes you think you can force a woman to date you? You’re a pathetic piece of shit.” Jeff said in a deep, threatening tone, his face inches away from Trey’s.
A few moments later security arrived to remove Trey from the premises where he was later expelled.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Jeff asked.
“Yeah, I think so. Thank you, Jeff.” You hugged him and let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in.
It had been a few days since the incident with Trey and it was now the night of the dance. You didn’t really want to go at all but Annie begged you to and knowing you would be able to see Jeff in a suit pretty much solidified your decision. You and Jeff spent most of the night standing at a tall table drinking punch and talking about other people.
“What about her? Look how tall her heels are? I bet she’d be fun in bed.” You motioned towards a blonde on the dancefloor. Jeff followed where you were pointing.
“Nah, I don’t think I’m in the mood for anyone tonight,” Jeff revealed, taking another drink.
“Why not? I’ve noticed I’ve been doing all the talking on our relations here. What’s up with you? Erectile dysfunction?”
Jeff stifles a laugh, refusing to make eye contact, “No, I think I have my eye on someone else.”
“Oh, alrighty then. Well, I hope I get to meet her. Hey, what do you think of him? He’s a little short but looks strong.” You quickly changed the subject, flexing your arm muscles to mimic the man you were referring to.
“What for you?” Jeff asked.
“No for you, yes for me, unless you have something you’re not telling me.”
“Very funny. I just didn’t realize you were looking tonight.” Jeff still refused to make eye contact with you.
“I need something to get past Trey, he freaked me out a little and I haven’t felt like myself. I need to know I still am myself even just for a one-time thing.” You admitted.
There was a moment of silence between you two. Both of you looking at the man you brought up in discussion. Before Jeff spoke again, he sighed.
“I think you’re capable of whatever you put your mind to. Just be safe okay?”
“I promise.” You tapped his arm and made your way over to make your acquaintance.
When Monday arrived, you appeared slightly happier as you walked into the study group. Feeling more like yourself after the previous week’s events, you were excited to go to class knowing there was no more Trey.
“Hello (Y/N), how was your most recent escapade?” Pierce asked.
“Delightful. Thanks for asking.” You sat your stuff down before sitting next to Jeff and waiting for the usual banter to commence before actual work got done.
“Okay, so we’re on chapter five right?” Jeff asked, opening his book to your surprise.
“What did you not do anything fun this weekend?” You asked.
“I just want to be ready for our test tomorrow.” Jeff shrugged, never looking up at you since you arrived.
“Okay, then.” You mumbled, opening your textbook too.
At lunch, you noticed how Jeff decided to sit on the other side of the table from you as opposed to usually sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulders. You pretended not to feel hurt by it and continued to participate in the group’s discussions, glancing at Jeff every once in a while, trying to figure out what was wrong.
By the end of the day, Jeff had hardly spoken to you and you had had enough of it. You were determined to know why your best friend was giving you the cold shoulder. So, after your last class of the day, you walked out to Jeff’s car, knowing he wouldn’t be there for another 10 minutes after his class. You leaned against the driver’s door, arms crossed, and waited.
“You better not have scratched the paint.” He called as he approached you, his keys in hand. “What do you want?”
“I want you to tell me what the hell your problem is! You’ve hardly spoken to me all day.”
“Right now, my only problem is someone standing in the way of my car.”
“Jeff.” You sighed, not wanting to fight. “Please. Did I do something wrong? Something is different and I don’t know what it is or how to fix it. Did something happen with the girl you were talking about the other day?” You noticed a slight change in Jeff’s demeanor when you mentioned the other woman.
“No, (Y/N) you didn’t do anything wrong, this is something I have to deal with myself.”
“But it does have to do with that woman! What happened? Did she turn you down? Tell me who she is and I’ll talk to her, tell her what a “great guy” you are,” you mocked.
“No, (Y/N),” Jeff said sternly as he tried to get past you to unlock his car.
“Why not?” You pressed, stepping in his way again.
“Because you’re the woman I was talking about!” Jeff yelled frustrated. Your smile left your face and your eyes widened. “For fucks sake.” Jeff groaned. “Look, I really like you (Y/N). I don’t know when exactly it’s just-” Jeff sighed, his eyes focused on his feet as he tries to figure out what the hell he’s doing. “ We’ve gotten really close since you joined the group and yeah I thought you were hot when I first saw you but now it’s like- I don’t know you’re not like anyone else I’ve ever been wi-”
“Oh, gross please. You did not just use the ‘you’re not like other girls’ line on me.” You interrupted.
“No! Would you just shut up for a second? It’s just I can usually read people and tell if they’re interested in me or not and you’re unpredictable. You take my shit and throw it back in my face, you’re someone I can talk to and I’ve never felt like that before. I don’t know how to explain it because I don’t have my shit together but I don’t like seeing you with anyone else. I stopped seeing other woman because I kept imaging they were you. And I don’t want to fuck things up with you. So I’m sorry I’ve been a dick today I just-”
You grabbed Jeff’s collar and smashed your lips against his. It wasn’t pretty. In fact it was very messy. Both of your lips moving against each other’s in some form of hunger. After a few seconds you pushed him away leaving him confused for a second. You had his attention now. Jeff was no longer looking at the ground but was searching for your eyes to figure out what the hell that was. Except you weren’t looking at him now. You were staring off into space as you briefly touched your lips with your fingertips as if to make sure that really happened. After a few more moments you finally made eye contact.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you.” You admitted. Jeff let out a small, breathy laugh, his lips curving at the edges. “Jeff, I don’t like seeing you with other people either.”
“Are you serious? You never said anything! You always have something to say when you have feelings!”
“Because you flirt with everyone! And I don’t want to be everyone to you. I can’t just have sex with you and go back to normal.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against his car, no longer looking at Jeff, closing yourself off. You just let your biggest secret out in the open to the one man who’s opinion actually mattered to you.
“Hey,” Jeff whispered, “look at me.” Jeff set his books down on the roof of his car and placed his hands on your shoulders, leaning down so he was eye level with you. “You are not just like everyone to me. I like being around you. I like talking to you. I want to keep you safe. And I really want to fuck you.”
“Jeff?” You looked up at him with wide eyes. “I really want you to fuck me.” You whispered, tilting your chin up towards his, he could feel your breath on his lips. Jeff leaned dow the rest of the way, pressing his lips back on yours a little calmer than the first time but no less hunger. His left hand settled in your hair, his right one on your hip pulling you closer to him where you could feel his hips against yours. Jeff pulls away slightly but continues to kiss down your neck.
“My place or yours?” He asks.
“Mine’s closer.” Jeff reluctantly pulls himself off of you and finally unlocks his car. You run around to the passenger side and let yourself in. Jeff throws his belongings in the backseat and you give him directions to your apartment.
When you arrive to your apartment you had a difficult time unlocking your door with Jeff pressing himself against your back. His arms reached around your body, one grabbing at your breasts as he turned your neck into a work of art. You decided two can play at this game and pushed your ass into his crotch eliciting a low groan from him as he halted his advancements.
“Naughty girl.” He whispered. You laughed as you finally got the door open and let him inside.
The two of you continued your making out as you guided him to your bedroom. By the time he pushed you down on the bed you were both stripped down to your underwear. Jeff took the moment to stare at your body spread out on the bed waiting for him. You bit your fingernail in anticipation and took the moment to stare at Jeff’s muscles as well. You could see the outline of his hard cock in his underwear.
“God, you’re so hot.” Jeff said as he knelt between your legs and placed himself above you. He leaned down to kiss you, his left arm holding him up while his right arm held your hip. Your arms loosely wrapped around Jeff’s neck and your legs around his waist. Your tongues meeting and mixing different tastes causing you to moan. Jeff moves his kisses down your neck to the tops of your breasts that sat above your bra. He leaves marks wherever he travels.
“Can I take this off?” Jeff asks, sitting up to look at you.
“Yes.” You lean up on your elbows so Jeff can reach around your back and unclasp your bra. He quickly throws it off to the side and you lay back down.
“Fuck.” Jeff mutters to himself making you laugh but your laugh is cut short and turns into a moan when Jeff starts to suck and lick your nipples. Whatever isn’t receiving attention from his mouth is receiving it from his hand and within minutes your breasts are covered in purple and blue markings.
When Jeff is pleased with his work he continues to kiss down your navel, stopping at the top of your underwear before he leans back on his knees and looks down at you.
“Is it okay if I take these off?”
“Yes.” You breathe. Still in disbelief that Jeff is going to see you naked. You lift your hips enough for Jeff to easily move your underwear down your legs and he tosses them in the general direction of your bra. He kneels between your legs and starts to kiss up your inner thighs. You stare at your ceiling, trying to control your breathing as Jeff Winger gets closer and closer to your pussy. Before he advances further he looks up at you and notices how you’ve closed your eyes and your chest move up and down with each breath.
“Hey, are you okay?” He reaches up to grab one of your hands in his.
“Yes, yes oh God. I just, can’t believe this is real.” You laughed, making eye contact and grasping his hand tighter in yours. Jeff smiles and squeezes your hand back.
“Tell me if you want me to stop and I will.”
You nodded, smiling at Jeff and watch him lean back down to his previous position, his hand still holding on to yours. He has your legs spread wide enough for his shoulders to fit between them. He has the perfect view of you. Without further ado, Jeff licks up between your folds. You sigh, pressing your head back against a pillow, closing your eyes, and relishing in the pleasure of Jeff’s tongue. Jeff continues to explore your pussy and runs his tongue along the sides, around your hole, and back up to your clit where he gives it a couple of swipes making your hips move up and a moan escapes your lips. Jeff smiles and uses his free hand to hold your hips down.
Jeff focuses all of his attention on your clit. Sucking, licking, moving his tongue in circles, he explores other sensitive areas until he finds the exact spot that makes you cry out and focuses all of his attention there. He never moves, never stops, you’ve never experienced someone as persistent as Jeff was at making you come from his tongue alone.
“Oh my God, Jeff fuck.” You whined, your hand still squeezing Jeff’s, the other one pulling in his hair. Jeff groaned at your noises and picked up his pace feeling your hips move against him.
“Jeff, I’m close. Fuck don’t stop.” You were a mess. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of euphoria and finally the dam broke. You cried out and Jeff let you move your hips against his face and slowed his pace as you came down from your high. Jeff crawled up your body and kissed you, softer this time. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue.
“I like how my name sounds when you say it.” He confesses in a whisper.
“Who taught you how to do that?” You smirk.
“You did.” He matched your smile, reminiscing of your conversation about eating girls out.
“I must be a fantastic teacher.”
“One of a kind.” Jeff pushes off of you, rolls off the bed, and walks to your bedroom doorway where his jeans lay. He pulls out a condom from a pocket and walks back to you.
“How many do you usually keep with you?” you inquire. Jeff hesitates for a moment, trying to read in between the lines of your question. Do you actually care and this is an insecurity talking? Or are you just making fun of him? He looks at you and sees you with your hands folded behind your head. You give him a soft smile and raise your eyebrows in a suggestive way. Jeff laughs.
“Just the one. What did you expect?”
“I’m surprised you don’t have a rep from Trojan following you around at your beck and call.” Jeff lets out a huge laugh making you smile proudly.
“I tell you what,” Jeff pulls down his boxers, “I’ve never laughed this much during sex.” He rolls the condom onto his cock and looks back up at you. All signs of jokes and playfulness have left your expression and you just stare at Jeff’s cock.
“Do you like what you see?” Jeff poses, hoping to make you laugh again, not entirely sure what you’re thinking. You bite your lip and make eye contact again. You nodd at Jeff, truly at a loss for words at his naked appearance. Jeff smiles and returns to his original position above you but you place your hand on his chest to stop him.
“Wait, I want to be on top.” A glimmer shown in your eyes at the idea. Jeff lets you push him over with little hesitation and now his arms are folded behind his head and your legs are spread on either side of Jeff’s waist.
“If you want to do the work, be my guest princess.”
“I just like the idea of having Jeff Winger under my control.” You whispered in his ear and kiss below his earlobe. You continued to move your lips across his neck and up to his mouth again. Your hands grab onto Jeff’s and pin them by his head. Jeff groans, his body slightly tense but nevertheless, he lets you take the lead. Whatever makes you happy.
You pull back into a sitting position and slowly lift yourself up to hover over Jeff’s cock. You wrap one hand around him and pump it a few times. Jeff quickly inhales and sighs at the feeling. You run his tip between your lips and shudder as you pass your clit. Jeff groans in response and your legs shake slightly.
“Fuck, I guess I’m still sensitive.” You smirk.
“I must be a fantastic student.” Jeff retorted about his handiwork. Finally, you line up Jeff’s cock with your hole and slowly lower yourself onto him. You fall forward, your palms pressed against Jeff’s chest to hold yourself up. Jeff’s hands automatically find your hips and follow them as they lower all the way down until you’ve fit all of him inside of you.
“Oh my God.” You breathed staring down at Jeff.
“Fuck sweetheart.” Jeff groans, “you feel so fucking good.” His voice deep and raw causing your pussy to flutter slightly making Jeff flinch. You slowly raise yourself up and down, gaining a rhythm and speed. Jeff’s hands never leave your sides.
“Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy (Y/N).” Jeff groans. His hands run up your back and pull you down to be level with him. His hands return to your hips and he moves with you, meeting your pace but hitting even deeper inside you.
“Oh fuck Jeff, yes!” Jeff groans a low guttoral moan at your noises and picks up his pace. It doesn’t take much for you to let him take over again and he’s pounding his cock up into your pussy, hitting all the right spots to make you feel dizzy. Your hands are running through Jeff’s hair, you’re face down on his shoulder as he slams his hips up toward yours.
“You’re mine (Y/N).” Jeff spanks your left buttcheek making you cry out.
“Jeff please, I’m so close.”
“I’ve got you (Y/N).”
Jeff continues to hit your favorite spot until he feels your pussy start to convulse around him. You let out a string of moans and cries of Jeff’s name as he makes you come. With a few more thrusts Jeff is groaning too and his hips still inside you. He thrusts a few more times before finally relaxing and calming his heartrate.
Jeff wraps his arms around your back, your chest pressed against his, your face positioned towards Jeff’s but you’re too tired to open your eyes at the moment. Both of you breathing heavily, sweat sticking your bodies together. After a few minutes, you lift yourself up and slowly raise your hips off of Jeff before rolling onto your back.
Jeff rolls off the bed and walks to your bathroom to dispose of his condom. He cleans himself up a little and puts his boxers on. He taps on your thigh to get your attention.
“Hey.” He gently whispers. You look up at him and see a washcloth in his hand. You spread your legs a little with as much energy as you can muster and he gently cleans you up as well. Once he’s done, he pulls your covers over you and joins you in your bed. He starts to wrap his arms around you to spoon you but you surprise him by turning around and wrapping yourself around him like a koala while he’s flat on his back. Your head lies on his chest and you can hear his heartbeat if you’re quiet enough.
“What does this make us?” You ask. Jeff tenses below you making you laugh. “Relax, I know you. I’m not looking for a boyfriend girlfriend label I just… want to know where I stand with you.” You explain.
“I promise you’re the only girl I have sex with.” Jeff offers. You smile.
“Likewise. But is that dating? Or friends with benefits?”
“We’re seeing each other.”
“We’re seeing each other.” You repeat.
“You’re more to me than a friend with benefits.”
“But dating would mean boyfriend girlfriend?” You ask.
“I don’t want to rush whatever this is. I don’t want to complicate it with labels. I just want it to simply be.” Jeff explains in a rush. Feeling as though he finally got something off his chest yet, still worried about how you’ll react.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” You tilt your head to look up at Jeff and see him already looking down at you. You raise your left hand to run through his messed up hair. “We’re exclusive together.” You shrug. “I can do that. And when you decide you want a label, let me know.” You confirm.
Jeff feels as though he might cry. He’s never met someone so understanding of who he is and doesn’t push him into anything he doesn’t want. But instead, he opts to kiss you and hope that you can feel his appreciation than way. You return to laying against Jeff’s chest and Jeff lays back on your pillow, both of your arms wrapped around each other as sleep takes over.
It was a cool September evening in your apartment in New York City. You and Tom had decided to spend the evening sharing each other’s company on your balcony overlooking the city. You two had been together for ten months, almost eleven. When you first started dating, like many celebrity couples, you agreed to take things slow and private. And while you two stuck to the plan fairly well in the beginning, you both fell harder than expected. After one month of dating, you two officially became exclusive and could always be found attached to the hip.
Although Tom still lived on the other side of the world, you two worked out the long-distance barrier so you were guaranteed to see each other at least twice a month. Whether it meant you flew to him or he flew to you. Always joining the other depending on what kind of project they were working on. This time, it was Tom’s turn to come to you.
“Here you go, love,” Tom called as he crossed onto the balcony.
He handed you a mug filled with hot cocoa while he opted for tea instead. You thanked him, setting down the book you had been reading and Tom sat on the lounge chair next to you. You both silently sipped your beverages for a moment before Tom decided to start a conversation.
“If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?”
Your eyes widened at the abruptness of this conversation but nevertheless, you decided to ponder it. Your quiet reaction wasn’t quite what Tom was expecting. He was prepared for, “What? Married? Are you crazy?” or “Of course! I love you!”. The silence was not something he could stand much longer.
“No.” You responded before going in for another sip.
Tom let out a single laugh in disbelief and gawked at you. He thought he knew you so well. Seeing your reaction to this topic made him question everything.
“Not yet.” You elaborated.
“Phew.” Tom relaxed a little, sinking back into his chair, gaze now at the skyline in front of him. Now it was your turn to twist yourself so you were facing him.
“You haven’t even met my family yet. How am I supposed to know if you’re worth keeping around if you haven’t met my parents?”
“Why haven’t I met your family yet?” Tom asked, turning again so you were both looking at each other now. Completely dodging the question you had asked him and instead asked his own. A playfulness was in his eyes. You stared at them for a moment. Now realizing this wasn’t as serious of a conversation as you had thought it was going to be.
“You never asked.”
“You never offered. I’m not just going to invite myself to visit your family unless you want me to. I asked you to meet my family the first time you came to London.”
“That’s different. You still live near your family. So when I visit you you are literally the only person I know there. It’d be weird if I stayed with you and didn’t meet your family. And quite frankly rude. I on the other hand live in a completely different state than my family and only manage to see them a few times a year.”
“Well…” Tom started but failed to continue his sentence. “Okay, fair enough.” He huffed, turning back to the skyline. You laughed, turning back as well and sipping your cocoa.
“Tom?”
“Hmm?”
“Would you like to meet my parents?”
“Yes, very much.”
“Okay, we can visit my parents.”
“And then you’ll marry me?”
You bit your lip, trying hard not to laugh, “If you still want to marry me after meeting my entire family? Then yes, I’ll marry you in a heartbeat.”
Summary: Sebastian realizes he’s ready to spend the rest of his life with you and you finally get a break from work. This makes it the perfect opportunity for him to propose. Featuring: Chris Evans.
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: flufffffffff… mentions of smut.
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It was 7:29 AM on a Tuesday morning when Sebastian found himself wide awake, laying on his side just staring at you as you slept. He refused to move the slightest bit with the fear that it would wake you up. You were a college English professor and this week was midterm week. You were incredibly busy and constantly stressed between planning your classes and grading papers. But as soon as this week was over, you would be on spring break. The first class you taught wasn’t until 10 AM so you were able to sleep in until 8 AM. After staying up until nearly 2 AM last night, Sebastian wanted you to have every second of sleep possible.
Sebastian had finished filming The Falcon and the Winter Soldier almost a month ago and has been by your side ever since. He missed you dearly. You two have been together for over 4 years now. Friends for 6. You both agreed to take things slow when he asked you on a date. Despite your attraction for each other, precautionary measures should be put in place when your significant other is a widely famous actor. And let’s be honest, incredibly sexy. You were more insecure around Sebastian when you first started dating but have since grown more confident. Open communication and respecting each other’s boundaries are what have allowed you two to stay in such a stable relationship.
The sun shines through the window behind you as it rises to create a golden hue over your body. Your arm holds onto the blanket as it’s pulled over your chest. You’re also laying on your side like Sebastian but facing towards him. The fact that he knows your body is naked under those sheets makes him smile as he recalls last night's events when he finally convinced you to go to bed. Your lips were slightly opened as small breaths escaped. Your skin looked incredibly soft.
Sebastian sighs as he thinks about how much he truly loves you. He loves your sense of humor and how you never fail to make him laugh. He loves how kind you are to everyone when you meet them until they piss you off then he’s ready to knock out whoever tries to cross you knowing damn well you can take care of yourself. He loves how you do things for him spontaneously. Like make him lunch, or stop by his work just to say hi with an extra coffee, or help him destress before interviews. He loves the way your body feels against his. He loves how crazy you are about him. How you are quite literally his biggest fan in whatever he does. You're someone he knows he can come to talk about anything without judgment. He remembers the look on your face when he asked you to move in with him. He wants to make you happy for the rest of your life. God, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.
Your eyebrows furrow. Sebastian holds his breath, knowing you’re going to wake up soon. Your eyes open to see Sebastian staring back at you. You close your eyes again and smile, getting used to the light shining in your shared room. You turn on your back and stretch.
“How long have you been watching me sleep?” You inquired, still smiling as you turned your head to look at your boyfriend.
“Sweetheart, I could watch you sleep for the rest of my life.” He smiles back at you. Voice still deep as he speaks for the first time this morning.
You roll back over onto your side, applying more weight on Sebastian as he rolls onto his back. Your hand brushes through his hair and comes down to rest on his cheek.
“You’re too sweet to me.” You whisper as you kiss him.
His lips are soft and move slowly against yours. Both of you taking your time and enjoying the moment.
“I’ll never stop being sweet to you darling.” He replied.
Unfortunately, the moment was ruined as your alarm went off seeing as it was finally 8 AM. You let out a deep sigh as the moment you two just shared was ruined and you were reminded of the work you had to do today. You rested your forehead on Sebastian’s chest, hugging him, not wanting to leave. He kissed your head and rubbed his hands up and down your back.
“It’s okay babe. I’ll bring you lunch today from your favorite place.”
“Oh you don’t have to do that, I can just bring a salad.” You protested.
“Nonsense. What else am I going to do besides miss you?”
“Oh my God!” You laughed. Pushing yourself up and rolling out from under the sheets. “That was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me in the last 4 years.”
Sebastian laughed as well, not totally believing what left his mouth. He rested his arms under his head as he watched your naked butt walk into the bathroom for a shower. He considered joining you but instead reached for his phone.
*Text Messages*
Sebastian: Hey, are you busy today?
Chris Evans: Not at all, what’s up?
Sebastian: I need your help finding an engagement ring for (Y/N).
Chris: Wow! Good for you! I’d be happy to help.
Sebastian: Great, let’s meet at 1. I told (Y/N) I’d meet her for lunch at noon.
Chris: See you then!
*End Convo*
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Sebastian met Chris outside the jewelry store like they had agreed. Between when you left for work this morning and when he left to meet you for lunch, he had already arranged plans to take you on a trip as soon as you got out of work on Friday. That’s when he planned on proposing.
“So what made you decide to finally pop the question?” Chris asked as he and Sebastian perused the options before them.
Sebastian smiled to himself. Remembering how beautiful and sexy you looked this morning and every time he saw you. He’s seen you at your best and your worst. When you got hired for your dream job you have now and when you didn’t like looking in the mirror. It was in those moments he loved you enough when you couldn’t love yourself.
“I don’t think it was one thing. I think it was a bunch of small things that finally came together.” Sebastian answered.
“And you just woke up today and decided to buy a ring?”
“Pretty much.” Sebastian and Chris laughed. “I love her so much, man. I don’t want to waste any more time being her boyfriend. I wanna be her husband. I want a family with her. And I know she wants the same.”
“You’re gonna make me cry,” Chris says as he wipes away a fake tear.
“Shut up and help me look.”
“Do you have a budget?”
“I’ll keep working until I’m 90 if it means getting her dream ring.” Sebastian shrugs.
“I don’t think (Y/N) would want you to do that.”
“I know. She doesn’t like big flashy things anyway. I know she likes to keep her jewelry simple.” Chris nodded as they continued to look through the store.
After an hour and a half of looking at every single ring in the store and talking to an associate, Sebastian and Chris finally bought a ring they knew you would love.
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It was finally Friday. You told Sebastian you were going to be staying late to finish grading all of your papers so you didn’t have to do it over the weekend and the second you got home you’d be on spring break. Sebastian knew you would do this which is why he bought tickets for a later flight. He kissed you goodbye and as soon as you left, he started packing. After years of being together, many vacations, and trips you’ve taken to visit him when he’s been across the country or across the world, he knew exactly what you would be packing anyway.
You texted Sebastian telling him you were almost done and should be out by 8:00 PM. That’s when he decided to pack everything in the car and head to pick you up. When you finally left the building you walked down the long sidewalk to the parking lot carrying your binders and backpack. But instead of heading to your car, you were met with Sebastian sitting on the side of his car, arms crossed, wearing a black leather jacket all sexy which eerily reminded you of Sixteen Candles.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“It’s spring break! I’m here to take you on a much-needed vacay.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“I mean, what the hell is going on? Why can’t we just have a spring break at home? You’re telling me you made some elaborate plan behind my back to take me somewhere just because?”
“I’m telling you it’s spring break,” Sebastian sighed as he pushed himself off his car to embrace you in his arms. “People travel during spring break. You work very hard and I admire that but you need a break. I wanted to do something nice and take you out. I love you. Please don’t be mad.”
“Oh God, I’m not mad. I’m sorry I’m just tired. It’s just-“ you sighed. Letting Sebastian hold you as you let go of all the tension in your body. “No one has ever done anything for me like this before. I’m sorry for being so confrontational.” You laughed. “I love you.” You kissed him. “So where are we going? Did you already pack?” You looked around him to see some bags piled in the backseat.
“I love you too. Our destination is a secret. And yes I already packed. I know you well enough.” Sebastian answered each of your questions as he took your binders from your hand and opened his trunk for you to put your school supplies in.
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You and Sebastian have been in Hawaii for three days. The first day you had a couples massage and you paid extra for a second one because of how sore your body was from sitting at a desk all day. The second day you two spent at the beach taking different kinds of lessons and even went snorkeling. Today, you two were total tourists and went shopping in local establishments.
When you had finished shopping you both dropped everything back at your hotel room before getting ready for the evening. Sebastian was taking you to a luau where you would enjoy wonderful food and entertainment. It was always on your bucket list to experience Hawaiian culture and traditions and the fact that Sebastian had remembered and taken the time to plan this made you overjoyed.
Once the night's events were over, Sebastian had suggested that the two of you go for a walk along the beach. You had your sandals in your hand as you danced along the shoreline to your own beat. Splashing in the waves as they broke along the shore. Hand in Sebastian’s as he twirled you around. His other hand held his phone as he recorded you. Not wanting to forget this moment. When he put his phone back in his pocket, he pulled you into him. His hands on your waist, yours hanging loose around his neck.
“I love you.” He said quietly as he looked into your eyes. The beautiful (y/e/c) eyes he fell in love with.
“I love you.” You replied, staring into his eyes before kissing him.
He reluctantly pulled away from you before the kiss could go too far. Leaving you slightly confused. He took your hands from behind his neck and held them.
“(Y/N), I’m so in love with you. I love your laugh. I love your smile. I love how you care about me and support me. I love how you cut off the pieces of toast that get too burnt. I love how you trust me enough to ask for advice. I love how you get along with my friends and family. I love how ambitious you are and spontaneous. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I want to spend the rest of my goddamn life with you as my wife. So…” he releases your hands and pulls out the box with your ring in it from his front pocket. He kneels down on his right knee and even though you saw this coming when he started talking, you were still surprised. Your hands flew to your mouth, dropping your sandals.
“(Y/F/N). Will you marry me?”
“Hell yes!!!” You cried as you fell to your knees with Sebastian.
Your hands grasped at his cheeks as you pulled him in for a kiss. A kiss that was rough and passionate and full of all the emotions you were feeling. When you both parted ways, he took the ring and slid it onto your finger. You held it up, examining it.
“Do you like it? If not I can get something else. Chris helped me pick it out I just thought that-“
“Shhhhhh.” You placed a finger over his mouth, still admiring the ring. “I love it. It’s beautiful. It’s exactly like I’ve wanted, you know me too well.”
Sebastian smiled and wrapped his arms around your body before falling backward into the sand and pulling you with him. You yelped as you braced yourself against his chest. Laughing, you rested against him as he stared down at you, glancing at the full moon every once in a while.
“Oh God, now we have to plan a wedding that’s going to be so stressful!” You groaned.
“No, it’s not, it's gonna be fun!”
“Sebastian!”
“(Y/N)!” He mocked. “Don’t do that I can see your brain overthinking already, relax. It’s going to be fun. I promise. I’ll be there to help you with everything.”
“I really think you should be more worried about this.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’ve had my maid of honor picked out since high school. You have to decide between Chris and Anthony and you know they’re gonna bother you about that.” You laughed.
Summary: It's your birthday and you're in love with your best friend.
Disclaimer: I've never been drunk so I don't know what it's like. 😂
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: Fluff, getting drunk, awkward Pete.
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Another season of SNL has finally wrapped. It was like the weight of the world was lifted off of everyone's shoulders. Everyone had spent the day cleaning out their belongings in their offices or dressing rooms and were now getting ready for the end of the season cast party. It also just happened to be your 21st birthday. You were really excited that you got to spend the day with your coworkers and friends. Especially with Pete and Colson who were your best friends.
You met Pete when you started working at SNL two years ago. You started off as strictly coworkers who only spoke when you were discussing skit ideas in the writing room. It was really easy to get to know Pete since he didn't usually beat around the bush. He was always very honest and open about himself. You found that very attractive.
Pete on the other hand, really just saw you as another writer. He did think you were cute, but you were also young and he didn't want to be the one to corrupt you. So he kept his distance and treated you as a coworker. Until one day, you were blaring Kid Cudi so loud that he could hear it outside of your headphones. That struck a special chord in Pete's heart and you've been close friends ever since.
It only makes sense that after befriending Pete you would be friends with Colson too since he and Pete were attached at the hip. In the past two years, the three of you have learned a lot about each other. Pete was absolutely smitten. But again, while he was only 5 years older than you, you just turned 21 and Pete thought you should be able to be young, wild, and free. Pete was ready to settle down and get married. And he didn't want to ruin what you two already had. You never made any moves towards Pete because you didn't think he saw you as anything more than just a friend. Which you were more than grateful to be. But the idea of keeping all your feelings buried hurt. You told yourself that you had to take a chance and shoot your shot; no matter if it worked or not. That way you could move on and there would be no more, "what ifs".
But now you were in a loud club, downing your fourth shot of tequila with all of your coworkers cheering you on and singing happy birthday. This was not the atmosphere you wanted to talk to Pete in so you'd just have to wait until you were sober. Pete wasn't drinking, just high which is just his normal state of being. Colson was pretty much staying by Pete's side but every once in a while he would go out onto the floor and dance with his girlfriend Megan.
Pete made sure to keep an eye on you at all times. While he mingled with his other friends and coworkers he also wanted to make sure you were safe. He remembers when he turned 21 and got fucked up. He wanted to make sure no one tried anything with you since you were now borderline wasted. He looked for you in the crowd to see you and Aidy Bryant grinding on each other. He laughed to himself knowing that if you were sober, you'd be mortified by your actions.
He saw you walk towards the bar again, so he met you over there.
"Looks like you're having fun." He jokes, sitting on a chair next to you.
"Oh my God the best! I feel amazing Pete!" You yelled, leaning into Pete as you wait for your next drink to be mixed.
Pete laughs with you. The bartender hands you your drink.
"Thank you!!!" You sing.
"Hey, you're pretty cute, do you think I could get your number?"
"Ah, sorry, I have a boyfriend." You explain as you grab Pete's hand and set it on the counter so the bartender can see.
"I understand, happy birthday." He replied then went to the other side to make more drinks.
"Sorry for that. In my experience, guys usually take rejection better if I say I'm in a relationship than if a girl's just not into them." You sigh as you spin around in your stool to look at the crowd.
It took Pete a second to comprehend what had just happened. It kind of pissed him off to think of guys giving you shit for turning them down. He ignored that for now and turned around in his chair as you did.
"Do you get hit on a lot?" He asked, mentally facepalming himself as soon as it left his mouth.
"Actually, yeah. But never by the guy I like. Usually a bunch of catcalling."
A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you continued to sip on your drink. You weren't looking to black out on your first legal night of alcohol but you did want to have a good time.
"I think this is my favorite so far. I've only had two actual drinks besides the tequila but this is great." You stated.
"Is that a strawberry daiquiri?" Pete asked.
"Yeah, do you want to try it?" You offered. Pete shook his head.
"I'm the designated driver." You laughed, knowing how high Pete got before the party. Although that was two hours ago so by the time he had to actually take people home, he would probably be fine.
"My mom never drank very often but when she did it was a strawberry daiquiri." You recalled, "She let me try one once. I got a lot of virgin versions after that but now that I can have the real thing I love it even more." You smiled.
Pete smiled too as he took in your appearance. You were wearing a leopard print blouse with ripped jeans and black high heeled boots. Your hair was pulled up with loose pieces falling down by your ears. Your cheeks were warm from the alcohol that Pete thought made you look adorable. He loved learning about you and your family. The way you smiled while talking about your mom made him smile too.
"Oh my God I love this song!" you yelled as 'Erase Me' by Kid Cudi started.
You left your drink which was almost empty on the counter, grabbed both of Pete's hands and dragged him out onto the dancefloor with you. You jumped and spun around a lot with Pete standing there awkwardly as he just laughed at you. Colson eventually came to save the day and stood awkwardly with him as you and Megan danced on each other.
An hour later, you were now twice as drunk and stumbling over air. That's when Pete decided it was time for you to go home. Despite your protests, he knew you. It was 2am and you were going to be in a world of pain tomorrow. So he told Colson he was leaving, picked you up over his shoulder, put you in his car and started driving you to your home.
You were asleep when he pulled into your apartment complex. He carried you up to your door and dug through your purse for your keys. Once he finally got the door open, he carried you to your room and laid you on your bed. He stayed there for a second, contemplating what he should do, if anything at all. When he couldn't make up his mind, he called Colson.
"Yo dude, what's up?" Colson asked. He was now at Megan's house watching a movie.
"Yo, so I'm at (Y/N)'s right? She's passed out so I left her in her bed but like I don't wanna leave her alone cause she ain't gonna remember a single thing in the morning." Pete explained in a hushed voice as he left your room.
"So just spend the night. You've been there before right? So it won't be weird."
"Yeah I've been here but I haven't spent the night."
"Does she have a couch? Just chill there." Colson reasoned, "Did she puke? Did you have to change her clothes?"
"No, she's fine. I just left her on her bed." Pete grimaced, confused.
"Dude, you gotta get her into some comfortable clothes! No girl wants to sleep in her bra." Colson scolded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Megan could be heard laughing in the background.
"Are you fucking kidding dude? I'm not taking her bra off while she's passed out that's fucking weird."
"Okay, fine but at least take her shoes off that's fucking weird too."
"Whatever dude." Pete sighed and hung up.
He walked back to your room where you were still sound asleep. You looked peaceful. A nice contrast from your actions at the club. He started to unzip your boots and slowly slid them off. The last thing he wanted was for you to wake up at this moment. That'd be awkward. You still had your purse wrapped across your body so he carefully slid it off and around your head before laying you back down on your pillows. He took your blankets and covered your body.
Once you were taken care of, he went into your kitchen, found some Advil and a bottle of water which he placed on your end table next to your bed. Before he left your room for the night, he took a moment to look around. While he'd been to your apartment a few times before, this was the first time he saw your room. Your mirror had flowers painted along the border and you had a dream catcher above your bed. He closed your door and went to your couch where he would spend the night.
The next morning, you didn't wake up until the sun started to shine through your window shade. The second you gained consciousness, you felt the pain rush through your head. You rolled over, looking for your phone but found the Advil and water Pete had left the night before. You gratefully took two, still confused about last night's events. You found your purse on your floor next to your bed and in it was your phone. You had a dozen notifications of everyone who tagged you in their social media posts. At one point, you were wearing a sash that said, "I'm 21 bitch."
You whipped your blankets off of you looking to see what you were wearing. Surprised that you were still in your clothes. You changed into some shorts, took your bra off, and pulled a sweatshirt on over your head with your hood on. You went into your bathroom seeing your makeup was still on from the night before and took it off. After going to the bathroom you went into the kitchen to make some food but was startled when you saw a man sitting on your couch watching TV.
"Whoa! It's just me!" Pete yelled, startled by your outburst.
"Jesus Pete. You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?" Pete motioned for you to sit next to him.
"I knew you got pretty fucked up last night and I didn't want you to wake up alone after I got you home so I just kinda slept on your couch to make sure you were okay. I hope you're cool with that."
"Uh, yeah okay." You mumbled.
It made sense when he said it but your mind was still reeling from the hidden meaning. He spent the night in your apartment. He made sure you were okay. He took you home, put you to bed, and stayed with you until morning. Your heart thumped a little faster.
"I went out and got you some breakfast too." He handed you a blueberry muffin and a latte from Starbucks. He had just finished eating his breakfast sandwich.
"How do you know what I like?" You asked, taking a sip.
"I've known you for two years and every day I see you walk in with the same exact order. I took a guess." Pete laughed.
You smiled. Heat started to rush to your cheeks but this time from nerves.
"So, what exactly happened last night? Did I make a fool of myself?"
"Not from what I could see. You can actually handle alcohol really well. You started with some shots then had a few different kinds of drinks throughout the night. You dance with and on a lot of coworkers but don't worry they looked like they were into it. Then it started getting late so I took you home and now we're here."
"You took me home, took off my shoes and put me to bed, left me Advil, and stayed with me all night just to make sure I was okay?"
"Yeah... is that weird?" Pete hesitated, worried he had overstepped some boundary between the two of you.
You shook your head, "I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."
"Hey, do you want me to go? If you like, want to decompress or something? I just wanted to make sure you woke up."
"No, Pete it's fine, really. You're more than welcome to stay if you want to."
You started to eat your muffin, both of your attention now on the TV where Rick and Morty was playing. It didn't take much for your mind to wander though, and you remembered the feelings you were going to confess to Pete yesterday. Your face was heating up now and you were breathing heavy but you stood by your ideas. You had to say something just to move past this moment in your life. You had to know if you had a chance of starting a relationship or if you were just going to be friends.
"Hey, Pete?" You sat crisscrossed facing him.
"What's up?"
"Okay, so there was something I wanted to talk to you about yesterday but then I decided because I was gonna get wasted, I should wait."
"Okay." Pete turned to face you.
"I really like you. Like, more than a friend. You're such an incredible person. I love your humor, I find you attractive, and you're the nicest person I've ever met. And I don't know if you feel the same way but I just thought I'd tell you in case you did. But if you don't that's totally fine I can just be your friend but I just needed to tell you how I feel." You finished, picking at what was left of your muffin, staring at the couch cushion that separated you and Pete. Pete smiled at you, though you couldn't see it. He took his right hand and lifted your chin to look up at him.
"I really like you too. I have for a while I just didn't want to fuck up your life."
"You already fucked up my life."
"I know but there aren't any strings attached to friendship. I'm pretty fucked up up here (Y/N)." Pete said, pointing to his brain, "You're still young, you deserve to have fun and not worry about me."
"Would you stop it? I don't want to be young and dumb and date for sex. Don't tell me what I want when I know who I am and what I want is right in front of me. I know you're fucked up Pete. I've known you for two years. I still want you."
"Why?"
Pete just didn't get it. He didn't like himself. He usually scared girls off and he didn't want to scare you too. Which is why he tried so hard to just stay friends. You weren't having it though. You might be 21 but you were mature beyond your years. You were ready to marry young and experience life with someone. You wanted Pete to be that someone. You moved your muffin to the coffee table and moved so you were now sitting on Pete's lap with your hands on his shoulders.
"(Y/N)..." Pete warned. You shushed him.
"Why not?" You asked him, "Is it so impossible for you to believe that a girl finds you attractive? You're so fucking sexy Pete. Your hair, your eyes, your mouth, your tattoos, your mind. I know what I want in life. I want to get married. I want to have kids. I like you. You just said you liked me too. So why don't we quit playing the what-if game and just try? I want to love you. Let me love you, Pete."
Pete wrapped his arms around your back and leaned you back on the couch so he was holding himself up above you.
"Well, when you put it like that..." He joked.
You laughed as he snuck his left hand under your sweatshirt and kissed up your neck before he kissed you like you would disappear tomorrow.
Summary: You are an up and coming director who recently wrote and directed a major film that is coming out soon starring Robert Downey Jr. and Jennifer Garner. While you are on "The Late Late Show with James Corden" you start talking about your interest in other actors; Nick Robinson in particular.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warning: Fluffy sarcasm.
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Once you heard James Corden announce your name all you could hear was the cheering of the crowd. Not even your black pumps could be heard as you walked across the stage. You shook James's hand and plopped down on the couch cushion closest to James, crossing your legs.
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!" James said again this time looking at you.
"James Corden!" you laughed, not knowing what to say.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you. There's a lot of buzz on the internet about your new movie, please tell us about it."
"Well, The Grudge Alliance is a film about this group of people who are really into the hardcore rock bands but live in a very conservative, Christian community. Basically, the story of any kid who's a fan of bands like Black Veil Brides and know what it's like to be interested in something that no one else understands." You briefly explain.
"I see and this is your first movie production right?"
"Yes, this is my first professional, movie production that I was in control of and I was completely responsible for." You laughed.
"And you got Jennifer Garner and Robert Downey Jr. both starring together... they're enemies right?"
"Yes Robert Downey Jr. is the dad of one of the kids in the Grudge Alliance; and he kind of helps support the kids when the people who think that the kids who listen to rock and dress in all black are children of Satan; i.e. Jennifer Garner."
"Brilliant."
"Don't ask me how I was so lucky to get these incredible actors into my first film, I have no clue how it happened. But I don't think I would be sitting here talking to you if it weren't for them."
"Well speaking of major actors-"
"Oh my God is Ryan Reynolds here?" You jokingly asked, looking around in excitement.
"No no no... unfortunately, he's not here although the entire internet knows about your crush on him and his wife."
Your eyes widened at the realization of what James was getting at.
"Noooo I know what you're doing please don't go there." You begged.
"I have to! After all, you started on YouTube making short films, some even winning at multiple festivals but you also did normal, YouTuber content where you talked about your celebrity crushes."
"Ugh... yes, I did..." You groaned, face undoubtedly turning red by now.
"I just wanted to go through a few and talk about some of the celebrities mentioned in your video."
"Oh boy... okay."
"Okay first up Mark Wahlberg."
"Yes! Oh my God! Love him." You laughed, still embarrassed but embracing the moment. James and the audience laughed with you.
"He was recently in Instant Family."
"Yes, I saw that it was great. I love films that are based on a true story. I also loved him in Deepwater Horizon. He's come a long way from Marky Mark." You laughed.
"Yes, he has indeed." James laughed, "Okay next one, Tom Holland."
"Cute!" You said abruptly causing everyone to laugh once again. "I'm gonna get some hate for saying this but personally he's my favorite Spider-Man. Especially with that 64 pack." James laughed at your comment on Tom's physical fitness.
"I'm not even going to get into the band members you mentioned."
"Good cause we'd be here for hours if you did."
"So last one: Nick Robinson."
Your eyes widened and you sucked in a huge gulp of air, your grip tightening on the edge of the chair.
"Oof he's a cutie." You smirked, hiding the bottom half of your face behind your mouth while maintaining eye contact with James who tipped his head back and laughed.
"I'm serious I've seen him in a few things before but once Love, Simon came out I- ughhhh. I'm having such a fangirl moment." You laughed. "I mean that film was so freaking powerful and I feel like Nick did the role justice and I mean he's a pretty attractive guy if we're being honest, I'm not gonna lie." You laughed again with James.
"You also went on to explain your perfect first date in that video."
"Yes, I did." You nodded.
"Which before had been going to see some kind of a show or concert."
"Yes, I thought it was something out of the ordinary. The typical dinner and a movie seemed incredibly boring and at the time I didn't drink coffee so a coffee date wasn't ideal but my friend recently got a job at Starbucks and turned me onto ice mochas so the coffee date became more appealing after that."
"Does Nick Robinson drink coffee?" James asked like he was a teenage girl at a sleepover.
"I don't know!" you laughed, "How would I know what he does or doesn't like? I've never spoken to him..."
"Well, I don't know he seems like a coffee drinker."
"I mean there were a lot of iced coffees being ordered in Love, Simon but I don't know if Nick actually consumed any of it and even if he did that doesn't mean he likes coffee."
"Oh alright fine..." James sighed, defeated by your reason of logic.
"Well, now I'm preoccupied with the idea of being on a coffee date with Nick Robinson. Thanks."
"I could see it happening it'd be very aesthetically pleasing." You laughed at James's comment.
"I'll never be able to talk to him now. After this interview, you know he'll see it, especially with Twitter nowadays. I'll never be able to work with him because it'll just be awkward and full of coffee jokes."
"Well, you don't know that..."
"What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" James asked, trying to play dumb.
"You keep pushing this idea of a coffee date with Nick like there's some scheme going on that I don't know about..." You look around suspiciously.
"I would do no such thing..."
It was at that moment that Nick Robinson walked out and made his way over to the couch you were sitting on. The crowd "oohed" and "awwed" while you covered your face in both hands, praying you'd disappear forever. He was dressed in an all black suit, hair slicked back, and carried a rose. James covered his shit eating grin behind his cue cards. When Nick finally reached the couch he knelt down before you.
"(Y/N)?"
"Yes?" You asked, barely able to say loud enough for someone to hear. You were busy trying not to cry.
"I've been a fan of your videos for a long time now..."
"Oh no!" You laughed, even more embarrassed that Nick had seen your YouTube videos.
"And I wanted to DM you but thought maybe it'd get looked over with others."
You were frozen in place. You couldn't move. You were too busy being both embarrassed and blown away by the turn of events. And your perspiration had now accentuated.
"So I kneel here before you to ask you a simple question really. Would you like to go get coffee some time?" He smiled.
You couldn't help but laugh at how he delivered his inquiry. You looked at James to see if this was some sort of cruel joke that you were a part of.
"Is this for real? Or just some bit that I wasn't to know about?" You asked them both but looked at James.
"No this is 100% real I swear," James said, throwing his hands up in surrender. You then looked at Nick.
"100 percent." Nick agreed.
"Well, in that case, assuming you are a coffee drinker, I would love to go get coffee some time." You smiled, accepting the rose.
The crowd applauded. Nick smiled and sat on the couch cushion next to you; turning to give you a hug as this was the first time you two had met let alone talked. When you released each other you looked down at the rose now in your hands, biting your lip. Your attention brought back to James as he started speaking.
"Well isn't this wonderful! It's like out of a movie or something!"
"I can't believe this just happened." You laughed anxiously.
"Well, I believe I owe you a huge thanks for squeezing this into the show. I really didn't want to be just another DM." Nick said to James.
"Yeah, thanks, James." You agreed, smiling at Nick.
Summary: Nurse!Bucky x Reader.
You have been diagnosed with cystic fibrosis for as long as you can remember. It wasn't till a month ago that you had an attack that left you bound to the hospital, where you've been patiently awaiting a lung transplant.
Disclaimer: I think I wrote this after watching 5 Feet Apart in theaters. So I have no idea what I'm talking about when it comes to CF.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warning: Fluffffff
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Out of all the nurses you've had during your stay, one dude was your favorite. His name tag said James but he introduced himself as Bucky. He worked the night shift for your floor specifically. You would always be the last room he checked since you were at the end of the hall so he always took his time since he didn't have to do another round for a few more hours.
You had given up a long time ago with caring what other people thought of you. You didn't care if you came off too strong during first impressions. After your diagnosis, it was always your mission to be as much of yourself as possible. Maybe that's what attracted his attention.
"What is up tonight Miss (Y/N)?" He asked when he strolled into your room glancing at your chart.
"Oh we're getting wild up in here, we got a FRIENDS marathon and everything." You said sarcastically, motioning to the television. You saw him smirk a little bit.
"What about you? Any crazy patient stories for me tonight?" You asked as you leaned forward so he could listen to you breathe.
"Nothing with patients but you know my co-worker Robin?" You nodded, "I'm pretty sure she's cheating on her husband."
"Nooooo!" You gasped, your hand pressed to your chest with an exaggerated expression painting your face.
"Indeed. So how was your day?" He asked, changing your IV bag for a new one.
"I hung out with Mr. Nelson next door he had a visitor who was dressed up in a suit and everything, pretty cute if you asked me."
"(Y/N)..." He said accusingly, "hitting on patients, how dare you."
"No, hitting on patient's friends, there's a difference." You explained. "Besides he was blind, he has his own baggage he doesn't need lung girl to weigh him down."
"I'm sure someone would love for you to weigh them down."
"Bucky Barnes I rather not hear about the kinky crap you're into." He laughed.
"Anything else fun today?"
"Nope."
"Funny cause it says here that you threw up, twice." He raised an eyebrow.
"Darn it I wasn't sure if you could read that or not."
"I have 20/20 vision and can tell when people are lying."
"I didn't lie, throwing up wasn't something fun that happened today." You used his words against him.
"You need some food." He began to leave.
"Ughhh." You groaned.
"Ughhhhhhhh." He mocked you before going to the kitchen and bringing up a late dinner.
That was just a snapshot of what happened on a daily basis. Some days were uglier than others.
Some days he walked in on you having a coughing episode, sometimes when you were in the middle of throwing up, and you were sure there were other moments that you missed from sleeping.
He brought you back some soup with crackers and sat it on your table. He then proceeded to steal your remote and change the channel.
"Hey!"
"Shh the game's on and I can't get in trouble if I'm 'tending to a patient'." He said in quotation marks. You just shook your head and kept eating.
It was a tie, 2-2 in the 9th inning when the Giants scored two more runs ending the game 4-2.
"Yes!" You cheered.
"What? NO! Don't tell me you're a Giants fan??"
"Noooooo you're a Mets fan? Gross." You said in disgust, taking another sip of your soup.
"I'm truly hur-" He was interrupted when you started coughing.
He stood up and ran over to you, pulled your tray away, and fetched you some water. He grabbed your inhaler too which you happily took from him. He helped you take a drink then when you were back to normal he checked your lungs again. You stared at him, noticing his brows furrowed as he glanced at his watch.
"See? Baggage." He looked at you and rolled his eyes at your self-deprecating remark.
"Yeah, it's because you're a Giants fan." He mumbled.
"Shut up." You laughed weakly. You saw him smile as he took your food and left the room.
"(Y/N)?" Your doctor called. You turned to her. She had a bright smile on her face.
"Oh no now what?"
"We found a match."
With those four words, you lost all your breath. (Not literally) You stared in disbelief.
"You'll be going into surgery tomorrow morning." She said. "We got you." Then she left.
"Hey, I heard the news! Congratulations!" Bucky said when he walked your room that night.
"I'm scared." You admitted to him. You watched the smile plastered on his face leave and turned into something more concerned.
"Of what? You'll do just fine. We have the best team here working on your case. I'll be right there when you leave and I'll see you when you come back." He assured you.
"What if I don't come back?" You asked, after all, it was major surgery.
"You will. I trust you to come back to this bed tomorrow night or else who will I tell my gossip to?"
"Mr. Nelson next door." You joked.
"Fight me."
"No, fight me." You said lifting your fists in a defensive position. He just smiled and continued his routine of checking vitals.
As promised, he was right there when you were rolled into surgery.
It was very slow getting back into things after your surgery. Especially since you couldn't talk too much. Bucky still hung out with you a lot though you had a lot of ups and downs. You got depressed sometimes because it took some much energy just to eat and you slept for like 19 hours a day.
You woke up once in the middle of the night and noticed a ton of drool on your pillow. You looked up and saw Bucky standing above you changing your IV. When he noticed you were awake he smiled and said, "Well now that you're awake I can check your breathing."
Last week you were underneath a pillow "fort". Which was really just a bunch of pillow covering your body when he visited.
"Paging (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" He laughed.
"Intruder alert, intruder alert!" You stuck out two fingers and pretended to shoot him down. You could see through the cracks of the fort that he was pretending to be hit which made you smile.
"(Y/N) I need a hand for a pulse." He said. You stuck up one hand through the pillows in a fist.
"FIghT mE!" He laughed even harder this time and grabbed your fist, turned it over, unrolled your fingers, and checked your pulse.
Today it was finally time for you to check out. You were sad when you came to the realization that you wouldn't be seeing Bucky anymore.
Bucky walked into your room that morning in his street clothes holding a cup of coffee.
"I thought I'd be the first for a going-away present since I won't be here when you depart." He handed you the coffee.
"Thanks, Bucky." He could tell behind your smile that you were sad like him about this moment.
"I'll see you around (Y/N)." And with that, he left.
You looked down at the cup and noticed some writing.
"fight me? (967)-555-4682"
You couldn't help but smile. Somehow you managed to seduce him with your drool and terrible lungs.
Summary: You're trying to study but Peter is very distracting.
Word Count: 548
Warning: Slight smut (just making out), sarcasm.
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"Oh my god...." Peter groaned.
You ignored him.
"Ugh fuck." He said shifting himself on the couch.
You rolled your eyes, continuing to study.
"Hey (Y/N)?" Peter drew out your name.
"Yes, Peter?" You asked not looking up from your book.
"Can you get me an ice pack?"
"Get it yourself."
"Are you kidding? I hurt too much."
"Peter, you broke your ribs three days ago they should nearly be fixed by now." You answered clearly annoyed.
"(Y/N)?"
"OH MY GOD FINE!" You said setting your notes and books aside, walked past him into the kitchen to grab an ice pack from the freezer.
"Now quit crying and man up."
"Man- man up?" Peter asked sounding shocked at your words, his hand was on his chest looking attacked. He took the ice pack from you and you crossed your arms, standing behind the couch looking down at him. "You're telling me to man up? When I go out on the streets every night to fight crime and save lives? That's not man enough for you?"
You shook your head and looked up at the ceiling as if to think about what he was saying before you responded.
"Mmmm apparently not."
Peter's eyes widened.
"Shut up Peter and let me study I really need it." You started to walk away.
"Babe come here."
You turned around back to your previous position. Peter leaned up and grabbed your shirt pulling you down to him where he kissed you. It started out kind of rough then turned tender and full of love. You pushed him away.
"Stooooppppp." You whined.
"Wait one last thing!" Peter called.
"Whattttttt?"
"Can you hand me that blanket over there please?"
You walked over to the table, picking up the folded blanket, and handed it to Peter. He took the blanket and threw it on the floor, grabbed your hand, and pulled you until you fell on top of him.
"Peter your ribs." You said worriedly.
"I faked it." He muttered in a husky voice. He placed you so you were straddling him and he sat up to kiss you. He was shirtless so it was extremely hard to resist running your hands up and down his abs. His hands traveled from pulling your hair down to your ass which was just in booty shorts. He grabbed both ass cheeks pulling you back into reality. You pulled away breathing heavily.
"PETER PARKER!" You said shocked at his actions.
"Oh come on..... you enjoyed that." He said rolling his eyes.
"I have homework! The SATs are in a week! I need to study! You're a distraction! Why don't you take your uninjured, horny ass and help me so we can fuck later instead of right now?"
"So that's all I am to you? Just a casual fuck?" Peter asked laughing.
"Oh my god." You laughed getting off of him. As you walked away Peter smacked your ass.
"PETER!"
"I just can't believe that ass is all mine." He said in an innocent voice.
"I just can't believe I have a big baby to take care of without getting pregnant." You mocked causing Peter to laugh throughout the entire apartment making you smile.
Summary: Peter didn't know there was fanfic about Spider-Man and you didn't know you were reading fanfic about Peter.
Word count: 770
Warnings: Beginnings of smut, awkwardness.
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It was another boring Sunday afternoon, you were lying in your room, headphones in listening to music while reading stories on Wattpad. Spider-Man has been pretty famous for a while and there were smutty stories beginning to show on Wattpad involving the unknown superhero. Like the one you were currently reading:
Spider-Man began to lift your shirt above your head, trailing kisses down your jaw to your chest and stomach. He crawled his way back up to you. You gave him permission to take your bra off and as soon as he did he was massaging your chest and began to leave marks. He crawled back down again then shot his webbing up, pinning your hands by your head. He undid your jeans and slid them off, kissing your thighs, and asked permission one last time before removing your underwear. He worked his way to where you needed him most-
Your bedroom window was being opened, startling you. You ripped out your earbuds and ran to the red and blue web-slinger rolling into your room.
"What the hell?" You said, mainly to yourself. The Spider-Man clutched his side which was showing blood and groaned. Good thing you had hardwood floors so it would be easy to clean.
He whipped off his mask revealing his identity to you.
"PETER PARKER!?! YOU'RE SPIDER-MAN!??!" You said in a raised voice.
"SHHHH (Y/N) keep your voice down! I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I kinda need your help right now." He groaned again.
You ran to your bathroom, grabbing gauze, peroxide, medical tape with needle and thread. When you came back his suit was already off the top of his body revealing his wound to you and of course his abs. It took all you had not to stare at those. You shoved a t-shirt into Peter's mouth to muffle the noise. Then placed a gauze patch under the wound and proceeded to pour peroxide onto it.
"Ughhhh dear god." Peter sighed.
You cleaned the wound and continued to stitch him up, you placed another patch over the stitches and taped it there securely. Finally, you removed the shirt from his mouth and cleaned everything up.
"Thanks." He said when you returned.
"Yeah, thanks for telling me oh wait you didn't you just stumbled into my room when you needed help Jesus Peter screw you." You responded.
"(Y/N) I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner I just-"
"Wanted to keep me safe? Oh well thank you, thank you so fucking much Peter, I'm glad you thought of me enough to want to keep me in the shadows during this part of your life. Goddamn, you're so stupid you know? I could've helped you sooner with all those other incidents on the news." You were now laying on the floor next to him staring at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry." He said again.
"I'm not mad Peter I'm just trying to process all of this."
"Good, I'm glad you're not mad. I hate it when you're mad at me."
You laughed at him then sat there in comfortable silence listening to the busy streets.
"OH MY GOD ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod." You repeated over and over again. Realizing what all of this meant.
"What? (Y/N) what is it?" Peter asked.
"Oh my god, I feel so disgusted right now ew ew ew ew ew ew PETER?"
"WHAT?" He laughed.
"Do you even realize what kinds of fanfic stories there are about you?"
"Fanfic? You mean like fans writing fictional stories about characters involving OTP's and such?"
"YES OH MY GOD there's so much smut out there about you and now that I know who Spider-Man is I feel so disgusted." You said embarrassed.
"OH MY GOD, why did I have to know this?" Peter asked you. "Wait a second, (Y/N) what are you doing reading smutty fanfic about Spider-Man." He questioned.
"None of your damn business." Your face was red.
"(Y/N)." He said again trying to pry the answer out of you, you saw a smirk on his face.
"Peter shut up."
He shot his webbing at you, pulling you down towards him.
"Wanna try a few things?" He asked.
"You kinky piece of shit." You laughed.
Peter pulled you down into a soft kiss that was long overdue between the two of you and you practically melted into his arms. Until Peter broke away because of the pain in his lower abdomen.
"Not today Spider-Boy." You laid back down next to him.
Summary: You get hurt on a mission and Bucky feels responsible.
Word count: 727
Warnings: None.
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"Ahhhowwww!" You cried out while wincing.
"Sorry..."
"It's okay. It's what I signed up for right?" You laughed it off before wincing again.
"Sorry," Steve said again after stitching you up after taking the bullets out of your thigh.
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"Barnes your six!" You shouted and Bucky spun around to shoot the enemy. Steve was busy handling the men who came at him as he left the building he just set bombs in. You ran out of ammo resulting in hand-to-hand combat.
"(Y/N)!!!" Bucky shouted as you kicked a man in the head and spun around to see your next target but before you could react he pulled the trigger though Bucky had gotten to him first his aim was off and the 2 bullets landed in your thigh as you collapsed to the ground.
"Guys we've got to go... Now!" Steve ordered.
Bucky ran over to you and picked you up bridal style and ran towards the carrier.
End flashback
"Alright, you're all set."
"Great!" You sat up and were about to stand up before Steve placed a firm hand on your shoulder.
"You're gonna need these for a while, you may believe you're invincible but you're not Vibrainium (Y/N)," Steve explained as he handed you a pair of crutches.
"Oh, joy... Maybe I'll just see if Barnes will carry me around that was pretty fun seeing his look of determination to get to the carrier while his hair flowed in the wind." You flipped your hair off your shoulder to emphasize making Steve laugh and you smiled.
Only Steve knew of Bucky's crush on you.
"Well, thanks Steve I think I'm gonna go get some rest now." Steve nodded as you hopped out of the healing room wing of the Avengers base.
You decided to get some water before going to bed. When you arrived you saw Bucky nursing a glass of some kind of liquor alone.
"Hey, Barnes. You okay?"
"Oh hey (Y/N) I'm sorry about what happened I should have stopped him I just didn't reac-"
"Whoa stop. What are you talking about? You have nothing to be sorry for, I'm alive aren't I?"
"Yeah but I'm supposed to protect you and have your back and you got shot and now you'll be stuck hopping around here for a week and I'm just so sorry you're in crutches because of me-ghmmm."
Oohhhh. His lips were soft.
"Why did you do that?" Bucky asked.
"It was the only way I could get you to shut up." You shrugged, your face was still inches away from his.
Bucky pressed his hand on your cheek and kissed you again only for a few seconds though before pulling away.
"Sorry." He mumbled looking down.
"You shouldn't tell a girl who likes you sorry after you kiss her, it gives her mixed feelings." You hop over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
"Wait you like me?"
"Well," you eye him up and down and shrug, "I guess you're not bad looking and your hair does look dashing when you run."
"I bet, feel free to use my conditioner sometime." Bucky jokes back.
"It's getting late I should go to bed." You say and start to turn but realize one hand is holding a water bottle and not the handle to the crutch.
"Shit I did not think this through." You laughed and Bucky stood up and came around the counter, he took your crutches from under your arms and handed them out front to you before picking you up bridal style gently, being careful of your leg. Then he proceeded to your room. You opened the door for him and he laid you on your bed.
"Is that it? Or do you need help changing into your pajamas too?"
"Oh and I just bet you would love to see me change wouldn't you Barnes?"
"I would but I'm a gentleman so, goodnight (Y/N)." He leaned down and kissed your forehead before walking back to the door. "Oh and I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow for our date, literally." He said before closing the door.
"Oh gosh. What'd I get myself into?" You sighed to yourself as you fell asleep with a smile on your face.
