The snow fell down in flurries coating the entire island in a blanket of white. Even wrapped in the warmest jacket you owned there was no defending against the chill that seeped into your skin. You had taken shelter under a large oak tree overlooking the river while you tried to gather your bearings. Despite the cold you still wanted to catch some fish, one fish in particular, 5 mermaid attractors in and you still can't find the illusive red bellied piranha. You double checked the catalog and sure enough it was supposed to be here, you were supposed to be able to find it. And now the snow was getting into your coat and your shaking hands scared away all the fish. Now here you were under a tree.
You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself trying to will your body heat to warm you up. It's been a long day, you're tired. You maneuvered your jacket into a makeshift blanket, your knees tugged tight against your body to fit under the jacket. You nestled your head against the rough trunk of the tree, exhaustion from the day washing over your body. Maybe you could sleep through the rest of the snow? Your eyes were heavy and your head fell lt dizzy. Slowly with the sound of the river rushing lulling you into a comfortable sleep.
You were sleeping peacefully dreaming of being the fishing champion with the best piranha ever only to be woken up abruptly. Your eyes opened to the sight of fluffy white hair and a large grin.
"Good morning sleepyhead! I was worried you were an icicle at this point." Vanya chuckled but you could see some actual concern on his face.
You grunted and stretched your arms into the cold air, joints popping and cracking into place. "Ngh.. I was warm and cozy~"
"Haha you can't be that warm your nose is all red." He booped your nose and that's when you realized he was doing something. You sat up a little more to get a better look and you saw he'd started a small campfire and set up his own fishing gear nearby. There was a small pot resting on a grate over the campfire and you could hear the bubbling of liquid.
"What're you doing? Planning on camping?" You pulled your jacket back on properly and crawled closer to the fire.
"I just wanted to do some fishing but it's coldddd! And then I find a little star-sicle where I want to set up." Vanya scooped his put into a thermos and handed it to you.
You took the warm thermos into your cold hands and looked down at the cup of soup. "I was trying to catch some fish when I got tired. The one I want isn't biting."
Vanya chuckled and snuggled up next to you with his own cup. "Well... You did catch something special, huh?"
You looked up at him and tilted your head. "What's that?"
"You caught... A Vanya~" Vanya did a cute pose, poking his cheek. You laughed, a blush coming to your cheeks.
You whispered the words, afraid of the reaction to them. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to, you just weren’t ready. The idea was too daunting.
Just as quietly his hushed voice asked, “Why not?”
“I’m not ready.”
“So it’s not a no.” His soft eyes caught your gaze for a brief moment. Within that second you saw a glimmer of hope flash through his eyes.
You glanced down, “It’s not a no.” You let the unsaid words hang in the air. The words that it could be a yes, in time. That you weren’t unwilling just not ready.
“Then I’ll wait.” He stepped back.
You looked up, expecting resolution. What you saw on his face was a patient acceptance. Your eyes misted at the implications. He was willing to wait for you to be ready. For you to realize what you wanted and what you needed.
“Why?” He should be heartbroken, he should be disappointed, he should-
“Because I care about you,” gentle hands rested on your shoulders, encouraging you to look him in the eye, “and that is enough reason for me to wait if all you need is a bit more time.” He smiled softly, “Besides, I can’t say I truly care if something so small were to destroy that. Don’t rush yourself,” he placed a feather light kiss on your brow and pulled back. “I’ll be here when you’re ready, whatever you decide.”
“Thank you,” the words floated away on the wind, too quiet to hear but he knew. He knew and he would wait, because he cared.
Summary: Some of the cast of the MCU are partaking in a you tube video for the fine bro's entertainment (celebrities react to..) this subject in particular was an colleges renowned acting group. After watching some of their videos they are going to see their end of year production; Chris and reader endures chaos and embarrassment
Word Count: 1,539
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Your POV:
It was tradition. The night before the last performance of what ever production we were putting on, the entire cast would go out to the same local club and dance the night away. It was a great stress relief and a way to make some memories. This Thursday night was no different. While your friends were well known at your club, however you were infamous. Not for anything bad, but solely the fact you NEVER left the club with anyone you didn’t come with. And you roasted anyone who didn’t understand the word “no”. For the past 3 years.
It even became a running joke between you and the bartenders, to the point where they put up a chalk board with the following information “Take out challenge: Attempts:639 Complete Misses:637 Burn Victims:213 Near Success:2 Success: 0″. Underneath that was some more writing that stated who ever completed the challenge would receive one year of free drinks. The only ones who could not compete were your friends and whoever came in with you.
You had stepped away from your friends to catch your breath and get some refreshments while chatting with the bartender Mike. “So, anyone try today?”
“Nope.” You sipped on your drink. “No brave soul has tried to prove their worth.” A smile crept on you face as you leaned in to ensure that Mike could hear you.
Chatting with Mike, you noticed that a small group of mostly guy was keeping Hailey, the other bartender, busy. “So what going on over there? Frat boys or bachelor party?”
“Actually some guests in town, didn’t say why but they are tipping good!” Mike topped off your drink and headed off the new comers. You took this time to try and get a head count of where your group of drunks are. There’s Caddie, Sam, Jensen.... I can’t find Cass.
“Hi, sorry to bother you but, could I ask you a question?”
You looked up to see a man with blonde hair, captivation smile, and broad shoulders that gave him the silhouette of a Doritos chip. “That depends on the question.”
The man pointed at the chalk board on the wall. “What is this take out challenge?” You motioned for the man to sit down next to you.
“The challenge sounds simple, but it’s damn near impossible.” The man raised his eyebrow while sipping on his beer. “There’s this girl here, who no one has managed to take home. She never leaves with someone she didn’t come with.”
“She’s turned down over 600 people?”
“Yup. Now the challenge has two parts. Find said girl and manage to convince her to leave the club with you. And if your interested, the bartenders, might tell you who she is and something she likes to talk about. But more often than not, they just point her out and its a free for all.”
“So do you know this mystery girl?” You shrugged and took a sip. “Perhaps, I can drink with you for a bit?”
“Maybe, or maybe we could go dance a bit.”
The alcohol giving you some courage, you grabbed the mystery man by his hand and led him to the dance floor. While dancing, the two of you talked about anything and everything. Conversation just flowed since the two of you seemed to click so easily. Chuckles could occasionally be heard over the loud bass. Eventually, after a few hours, your stomach started to complain about the lack of food. Just as you were about to say something, the blond man spoke up. “Hey, do you leave with me and get some food?”
“What about your mystery girl? Don’t you want to find her?”
“Honestly I forgot about that entirely. I just wanna get good food with a beautiful woman.
You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the hunger in your stomach, or the way he had been treating you that night. The way he listened in the conversation, was respectful, even engaging in a contest on who could make the worst puns, but you broke tradition. “Sure, just let me grab my purse. I’ll meet you at the door.” As you went to grab your purse from the bar, you gave Mike and Hailey a heads up and told them you would text them when you got home.
“It’s been three years and finally you leave with someone.” Mike wiped fake tears from under his eye while putting an arms around Hailey. “They grow up so fast!”
“It’s just food!”
Hailey chuckled, “yeah sausage.”
A blush spread across your cheeks and you headed to the door where the blond man waited for you. “Alright, let’s blow this Popsicle stand.”
Walking down the sidewalk to a hidden diner, the blue-eyed man asked what your name is. “I don’t know, that classified information but it comes with my phone number. It takes a level of trust to learn my name.”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
Smiling, you lightly bumped into his side. “What a marvelous question technique, you should work for the CIA.”
“Okay smarty, well just to let you know my name is Chris.”
Chris. The name of the mystery man. “Nice name, it suits you.”
“Thanks, I got it for my birthday.” That ripped a laugh out of you, making your shoulders shake.
“That’s a good one! Cute and funny!”
“I don’t know about cute, but thank you.”
A chill breeze filled the area, causing you to rub your arms for warmth. Chris must have noticed this, because he put his jacket over your shoulders. You tried to reject it, but he insisted. “Don’t worry, I’m practically a radiator. Now, how do I unlock this level of trust?”
“Simple. Play a round of twenty questions.” As you approached the door, Chris held it open for you and followed you inside. There was a sign saying to pick a seat and that a waitress would help you. Chris lead you to the back of the diner, away from the other patrons where you would be undisturbed.
While you scanned the menu, you and Chris began your game. “So, first question mystery girl. What’s your favorite song?”
“Depends on my mood, but right now I’d have to say...(favorite song).” You placed your menu down deciding on (favorite food). “My first question. This is a critical one. Answer the wrong answer, no way on getting my name.”
“Bring it!” He said leaning in and putting on a “serious” face.
“Whats is the best Disney movie to date?”
A scoff fell from Chris’s lips “Trick question, every Disney movie is the best Disney movie!”
“You can advance to the next round!”
The night continued asking more than twenty questions and ordering your meals. Eventually you both lost track of time and the waitress warned you twenty minutes before closing. You placed an order of (favorite hot drink) to go and asked for the tab. “I’ll cover it, don’t worry” Chris was reaching in to his pocket and taking out his wallet.
“No, I got it.” You had already pulled your wallet out.
“Let me pay.”
“I’m not gonna make you pay Chris, I got the tab.”
“Well nameless one, I’m not letting you pay.”
Both of you locked eyes in a stare off. Until you brought your hand’s onto the table. “Rock paper scissors?”
“You’re on!”...... Chris won.
As he paid the bill and you both gathered your belongings, you asked Chris if you could borrow his phone. Once the phone was in your grasp you added you contact info in his phone. “My name is (y/n).”
“(y/n), a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”
A blush burned your ears and cheeks “Cheese ball”. A laugh fell out of Chris and you both made your way into the night. Chris putting his jacket on your shoulders as the temperature had dropped even more.
Like the gentleman he made himself to be, he walked you to your shared apartment and to your door. “I really had a great night (y/n).”
“Me too. Thank you for dinner.”
“No problem, thank you for the company” As you were about to enter the apartment, you turned back around to see Chris at the end of the hall.
“Chris!” He turned around with a half smile on his face. “Wanna go out again on Saturday? There’s an amazing coffee shop that has the best food in town.”
“Definitely! How does 11 sound?”
“Perfect! Good night, get home safe.”
“Good night (y/n), see you Saturday!”
Entering your apartment, you closed the door and let out a squeal. Over three years 640 people asked you out. 637 people rejected, 213 were roasted and shamed, two messed up, but one succeeded. In all honesty, you were happy he was the one to win that challenge.
Getting ready for bed, you noticed that you still had his jacket. It was easiest the comfiest and warmest jacket you had ever encountered. To the point where you looked on up on amazon just to buy it. Well Chris, you can get this back on Saturday. You slipped it on over your pajamas and went to sleep, ready for tomorrows show and the date waiting for you on Saturday
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Tom and I were getting ready in our shared hotel room for our interview on the Graham Norton show. It was my first time in England and Tom, being an England native and my boyfriend of about a year, was tasked with being my guide around the country and the cities we visited. We were staying in London and Tom was insistent on taking me to all the best local spots. “I’m telling you (y/n), you’ll love this restaurant. It cozy, not too loud, and they have the best crisps ever.”
The British man was standing in front of the full-length mirror and fidgeting with his button-down shirt. As he approached the last button, the brown-haired boy realized that there was no slot for the button to go through. “(y/n), love, I think my shirt has an extra button.”
I looked over to my left to see and the shirt was longer on one side than the other. Shaking my head, I smiled and walked up from the mirror where I was fixing my hair. “You are a disaster.” A small chuckle left my lips as I unbuttoned and properly buttoned his shirt, enjoying the sight of his abs.
“I may be a disaster, but I’m your disaster.” Once the last button was fixed, Tom placed a kiss on my lips. “I have no clue what I would do without you.”
“Be off by one button when using these shirts.” I kissed him back and grabbed my purse on the bed next to him. “Now let's get going so we aren’t late.”
As we sat on the iconic couch, we were displaying the charade that we weren’t dating. Tom and I mutually decided to not announce anything publicly to avoid and unnecessary publicity and paparazzi that could plague us. “Now Tom, there has been a trending tag on twitter and other social media called (ship name). Do you know what that is?”
“No, but I have heard of it before.” That cheeky man knew exactly what it was. He showed me the trending hashtag.
“Well, it's a tag where people ship you and miss (y/n). There are quite a few interesting posts there that are truly memorable.” The screen next to him began to display some tweets and comments to fans then slowly transitioned to fan art.
The one currently on the screen was one of me and Tom snuggling on the couch. The detail was impeccable and could have been mistaken for an actual picture. I was jaw dropped. “Whoever this has amazing skills. This is amazing!” Graham was chuckling at my reaction.
“Tom, what do you think?” The older man was looking at the man sitting next to me.
“In all honesty.” Tom had a little smile across his face. “It looks like a picture of a normal Friday night. The detail is impeccable!”
A cheer came across the audience. “What do you mean by a normal Friday night?” God damn it, Tom.
“Well, there’s a movie night with friends and it just so happens to be on a Friday.” I tried to cover Toms and my behind but it didn’t go how I wanted.
“(y/n) you are an amazing actress but happen to be a horrible liar.”
Back at the hotel room, Tom and I changed into some comfortable street clothes and got ready to go walking around the city and see the sandwich shop he was mentioned early. “I still can't believe I messed up.”
“It was an accident. Don’t worry about it, baby. Let’s just get some sandwiches and enjoy the rest of our trip.” Putting my spiderman cap on my head I sat on Tom’s lap. “Maybe we can go to Big Ben and see Captain America the winter soldier afterward.”
