looking strong, john!

pairing: dad!tony stark x daughter!reader

warnings: mentions of injury, death of a parent, mentions of abortion, time jumps, shitty ending

summary: when tony first met his daughter she wanted nothing to do with him but when she thought she lost him she realises just how much he means to her

REQUEST

Being the child of a single parent is hard. But losing that parent is even harder. But what is even harder is finding out that the person you now have to live with is the one person who couldn’t have cared less about you in the past 15 years of your life. 

This is what happened to Y/N after her mother died. It was hard for her losing her mother but it was even harder when her case worker told her she would be living with her father over her grandparents as they believed they were not suitable to raise a child due to their age and health. Y/N had never met her father, she only knew about him because her mother would tell her stories of how they met and how everything was before his parents died, she would also use him as an example to her daughter on how to not be treated by a man, to show her daughter you can be successful and raise a child. 

“What do you mean you’re not going?”

sirius black x insecure!fem!reader

TW: ED, panic attack, breakdown, body images, crying, emotional traumas happy ending tho!!

a/n: this isn’t proofread and this is literally my first fic be kind pls!!

Y/N had always been considered a marauder since she sat with them during their first ride of the Hogwarts Express in their first year however once she was sorted into Hufflepuff they obviously were not able to spend much time around one another

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Y/N had also developed a crush on a certain Sirius Black during the course of their fifth year when he had run away from his parents and had openly shown his love for muggle traditions such as nail polish and eyeliner.

Sirius had never noticed her affection mostly because she spent most of her time avoiding him, however every year the 4 marauders including the Hufflepuff girl would meet in Hogsmead for their annual marauders day.

It was a tradition started in first year when they all had gotten their permission slips signed and decided that they knew nothing of Hogsmead and it would be safer for them to travel together in which they soon found themselves wanting to go to the same stores and thus a bond of everlasting love and friendship was born.

Y/N was now however considering cancelling her plans with her friends because her outfit that she had picked out to wear at the beginning of the week had somehow looked tighter than what she had remembered it looked like.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had used these clothes but that didn’t matter because her size had never changed before. Her mother had made sure of that whenever she visited home that she was to be placed on a strict diet because upon arriving her mother had noticed her stomach had looked chubbier than when she left.

Y/N had admitted she was not one to focus on portion control because the good at Hogwarts was amazing and she was used to eating a lot so that she had enough stamina to get through quidditch practice and none of the other boys ever commented on how much she ate because they all ate similar to her.

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes and decided that she would try and find another outfit. Y/N tried on countless clothes she had in her wardrobe only to try on a pair of jeans she hadn’t worn since she was 12 that obviously no longer fit her however that was her last straw as she collapsed into the pile of clothes and sobbed.

After cleaning herself up and pushing all her clothes back into the cupboard trying not to look too closely at herself in the mirror stuck inside her wardrobe doors she pulled on a pair of Sirius’ sweatpants and one of James’ old quidditch t-shirts.

She knew there was no way she would be able to make it to Hogsmead now considering she was already late from doing her hair and makeup which was inevitably ruined by her breakdown so she decided to walk to the Gryffindor common room to let the boys know she would have to skip out on todays adventures.

She softly muttered the password to the common room however upon arriving she noticed that Sirius was the only one sitting at the fireplace. She cocked her eyebrow wondering where all the boys were and walked over to him and as he looked up he gave her a confused body glance at her choice of attire.

“What are you wearing? We’re late and the boys are already on their way to the leaky cauldron!” Sirius exclaimed and she smiled forcefully before she looked him in the eyes as she hugged herself in comfort. “I- uh actually can’t make it to Hogsmead today…” she murmured embarrassed that she had made him wait for her only for her to turn him away.

“Are you sick? I mean none of us have missed a single Hogsmead trip together since first year, even when Remus had a full moon the night before we dragged him out of bed just so that we could get-“ Sirius was cut off by a frustrated and pained voice “I know Sirius, I just don’t want to go! Okay?” She exclaimed.

“What do you mean you’re not going?” He looked at her confused. “I just can’t go, you guys should have fun without me and bring me back some sweets from Honeydu-“ however it was her turn to be cut off by Sirius who shook his head “I’m not leaving without you Y/N, it’s a marauders day and if you can’t be there then there’s no point in the day is there?” He smiled and winked at her.

She was confused on why he was making such a big deal out of her going however she just rolled her eyes. “I just don’t think I look good in what I planned to wear and..I didn’t want you guys to be embarrassed…about me” she looked down as her eyes glossed over with unshed tears.

“Hey hey, don’t cry” Sirius cooed softly as he pulled her towards him and stroked her hair as her muttered comforting words into her hair. She felt her tears leave her eyes and she sobbed into his leather jacket. Sirius felt her body shake with each sob that tore through her and he felt his heart break a little with each painful sound leaving her.

“I can’t look at myself in the mirror anymore Sirius, I hate it i hate it i hate it. I hate how I l-look and how when I-I smile I have lines around my mouth, I hate that my t-thighs t-touch and that I c-can’t stop my eyes from getting dark circles and that my t-tummy isn’t flat” She cried hysterically into his shirt.

“I can’t do this anymore, i-it hurts. P-please make it stop P-please Siri make it s-stop” Sirius could feel the tears running down his face as all he could do was hug her tighter as he pulled them towards the marauders dorm and laid on his bed with his arms wrapped around Y/N.

“I know I can’t fight those thoughts for you but I need you to know that I will always find you beautiful, nothing is going to change that for me okay?” He squeezed her tighter as he heard her panicked breathing turn into shallow breaths.

“None of us will ever be embarrassed of you because of how you look okay? Do you remember in fourth year when James walked into the great hall with no eyebrows because he thought he could shave a slit into them?” When he felt her nod as a sign she was listening he continued the story.

“The rest of us were busy laughing but all you did was pull him outside the great hall and you gave him the hair growth potion Slughorn had taught us and hugged him before walking in like nothing had happened. That was when I knew that you were one of the kindest people I had ever met” He felt her snuggle into his chest and sniffle.

“I didn’t know that you saw me do that, I thought you guys were busy laughing. I just wanted James to feel better I would’ve done the same thing if it had been any of you, you know that right?” she spoke into his chest.

“I know love, are you sure you wanna stay behind, I will stay with you but I want you to know that even if you decide to go I know that the boys have been dying to talk to you about our new idea for a prank” he smiled down at her.

Her heart swelled at the idea of the three boys waiting for her with excitement. She nods slowly and gets off of his bed. “I-I think I’d like to go, w-would you mind giving me a minute to change and we can be on our way?” She smiled shyly.

He nods and smiles back and before he knows it Y/N leans forward and pecks his lips and scurries off not before saying “I guess that was your thank you for everything” Sirius stands in shock of what happened before grinning and touching his lips before running after her.

He picks her up with ease before carrying her to the marauders dorm. “Sirius!! Put me down! We have to go meet the boys!!” She shrieks and laughs. “Fuck them, you can’t just do that and think I’m not gonna make you mine” He kisses her neck with a smile before nuzzling her.

A/N: I wrote this as a second installment to go along with Surprise. I'll link it down below if you want to check it out, but FYI this one can be read as a stand alone as well! Also if you know what scene from what show I was inspired by for this one, you're freaking awesome. x

Surprise

Summary: Something goes wrong while you're in labor with twins.

Pairing(s): Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader/ Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Some language, some medical stuff, mention of blood, and childbirth complications.

Length: 3.1k words

“This. Sucks.” You groaned and leaned back into your pillow.

The last contraction had just subsided and it was the worst one yet.

Even with the epidural you’d had earlier, the pain was still excruciating.

“We’re almost there,” Chris offered you a weak, tired smile.

“Oh, shut up,” You glared at him. “There is no we in this, just me. And I am not even remotely close to having these babies, Chris. I’ve been lying in this bed in labor for almost thirteen hours and I'm only at like five centimeters. How? How is it possible that I’m only halfway there?” You groaned again, feeling hot tears of frustration prickling at your eyes. You quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand. You hadn’t exactly been the easiest, nor the most pleasant person to deal with over the last several hours, and Chris had been nothing but patient, supporting and loving towards you. You’d snapped at him, cursed at him, and there might have been a point in time where you had flung your pillow at his head during a particularly painful contraction before you had been given any drugs. "I’m sorry, I know I’m being insufferable right now, Chris. But I hate this. I just hate this so much.”

Chris reached out and gently stroked your hair. “I know, honey. I know it hurts and I know you’re tired. It’s been a really long night.” He trailed his thumb softly down your cheek. “There’s no need to apologize to me.”

Although he wasn’t the one in labor, he looked just as exhausted.

You hadn’t slept a wink in the last thirteen hours and neither had he.

An assigned nurse had brought in a cot for him to sleep on, but Chris, being the stubborn man that he was, refused to sleep if you couldn’t.

“Things are moving really slow, Chris,” You told him after a moment. “I really don’t think anything’s going to be happening anytime soon. You need to rest.” You gestured to the cot. “It’s almost three in the morning, you should get some sleep. I’ll be okay on my own for a while.”

“I’m fine. Besides, I think coffee number three is kicking in now," Chris joked, nodding towards the growing pile of empty Starbucks cups on the bedside table. “I’m fine, really. I don’t want to miss a single thing.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue with him, so you simply let it go.

Letting out a small sigh, you stared up at the ceiling of your room.

The few moments you weren’t in pain, your mind was busy racing.

Part of you wanted these babies out already. But another part didn’t.

You’d read all the baby books. You’d nested and set up the nursery.

Chris’ successful acting career made it so you’d all be financially secure.

You had everything that you could possibly need.

And yet, you felt so incredibly unprepared for what was to come.

“What is it?” Chris had noticed the pensive look on your face.

“I’m scared,” You murmured quietly, eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

He reached out for your hand. “I know you’re scared, but remember what the nurse said earlier, your body knows exactly what to do—”

“No, not that,” You interrupted him. You turned, bringing your gaze to meet his and frowned. “Don’t get me wrong, this is terrible. But giving birth isn’t what scares me, Chris.”

“Then what does scare you?”

“The fact that this isn’t even going to be the hardest part of it all,” You laughed in spite of yourself. “We’re about to be parents.”

Chris chuckled, lightly. “That just now dawned on you?”

“I guess it hadn’t really sunk in until now,” You admitted, sheepishly. “I know it sounds ridiculous, I’ve been pregnant for nine months and I’m just now starting to realize that we are going to be responsible for not just one, but two lives. We’re going to have these two little babies and we have to raise them and take care of them, and it terrifies me. What if I screw up? What if I make the wrong decisions as a mother?" There were so many anxieties beginning to surface and you couldn't believe that they decided to wait until the last possible minute to appear. “It’s scary as hell to think that one bad decision on your end could fuck up your kid’s entire life.”

“Honey, you know I’m usually the worrywart out of the two of us and even I think that you’re overthinking it a little bit.”

“Maybe you’re underthinking it,” You retorted. “That's a possibility.”

Chris tilted his head to the side, fighting back an amused smile.

“It’s not funny, Chris!”

He held his hands up in defense. “I know it's not, I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized, but you could tell that he was still biting back a bit of laughter. “I have had moments where I feel overwhelmed too, baby. I’ve had a lot of those moments, actually. We might not be the perfect parents, hell I don’t think those even exist. But what I do know is that we’ll be good parents.” He placed a hand on your stomach. “These little ones are so loved already and they’re not even here yet. We have done everything that we can to prepare for them, and we’ve taken the classes, read all of the books. And whatever we don’t know, we’ll figure it out together, somehow. We’re going to be just fine, trust me.”

“You really think so?” You chewed nervously on your lower lip.

“I know so,” Chris assured you with confidence. “I know it’s hard, and I know that you’re scared. But I want you to set aside your fears for just a minute and think about all of the exciting things to come. Getting to see who the twins will look like, getting to know their personalities. Moments like hearing their first words and watching them take their first steps.”

Maybe you doubted yourself as a mother, but there was no reason for you to doubt that Chris was going to be an amazing father.

“You’re right,” You said quietly after a while.

“I have that annoying habit some times.” He winked. “Still scared?”

“Ask me that again when the twins are here.”

“Noted.” Chris sat back in his chair and yawned. “And just as quickly as it kicked in, coffee number three is already wearing off. I’m going downstairs to grab another. Think you’ll be okay on your own for five minutes?”

“Yeah, I’ll be—oh!” You sat up slightly, bracing yourself. “Contraction.”

Forgetting all about the coffee, Chris stood up, grabbed your hand and looked up at the monitor. He gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Okay, here we go. Remember, you have to do your breathing, alright?”

You felt a sudden, sharp pain shoot throughout your body.

It was agonizingly different and unlike all the others that you’ve had.

At first, you had thought it was just the one abnormality. But then it was followed by another. And another. Something was wrong.

You let out something mixed in between a scream and a sob.

Chris looked at you, alarmed. He’d watched you go through labor for the last several hours and he had not heard anything like that come out of your mouth up until now. “What? What is it?”

“This isn't a contraction!” You cried, shaking your head. “Chris, this isn’t a contraction!”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?” He tried to remain calm for your sake, but his heart had started racing inside of his chest.

“It’s in my back! The pain is in my back!" You sobbed, another wave of searing pain coming on and causing you to cry out. The monitor above your bed started to go off loudly as your vital signs began to change dramatically, some of them skyrocketing, and others plummeting. Then, as if that wasn’t terrifying enough, the machine that monitored the babies’ heart rates began to sound off too, the numbers flashing a dangerous red. A nurse who had heard the alarms nearby rushed into the room and you looked at her with wide, fearful eyes. "Help me, please! Something is wrong!"

“What’s happening to my wife?” Chris demanded, a trembling edge to his voice. He was still trying to remain calm, but between your crying and the monitor alarms going off, he was now struggling to hide his own panic.

Ignoring him, the nurse yanked your blankets back from your legs and she gasped.

Chris’ blue eyes darkened as they filled with terror, his hand covering his mouth in shock.

“What—what is it?” You sat up a little more and glanced down to see a pool of bright red blood between your legs, staining your hospital gown as well as the hospital bedsheets. “Is that b-blood? Why is there so much blood?! What’s happening to me?!”

The nurse rushed to the door, poking her head out into the hallway. She shouted for a doctor, and fortunately, your obstetrician had been nearby and was in your room in an instant. She rushed over to your side and checked all of the monitors before murmuring something to the nurse, who then paged for assistance. Two more nurses came hurrying in, and was all just utter chaos. “Alright,” The doctor said, urgently but calmly. “Let’s go. We need to get her upstairs to the operating room, let’s move it.”

“Operating room?” Chris repeated, his throat going dry. “What do you mean? What’s wrong with her?”

“Sir, please, we need you to step back out of the way.” A nurse pulled him away from you as everyone else worked to prepare to wheel out your bed. Within seconds, you were unhooked from all of the machines and the nurses were wheeling you out of the maternity ward and up towards the operating room.

Chris followed behind, his emotions going from worried, to scared, to angry because no one was telling him a damn thing. “Doctor, can you please tell me what the fuck is happening to my wife?! What is happening?!” He looked at you, noticing that you had gone pale, sweat dripping down your face and neck. You had also suddenly gone quiet, your eyes hardly able to remain open as if you were seconds away from losing consciousness. “Please! I need someone to tell me what the fuck is happening to her!”

“Mr. Evans, your twins are in distress. They’re not getting enough oxygen and we need to get her into emergency surgery now to deliver.” She spoke without even looking at him, she was too busy focused on you. “It can be life threatening to both your wife and the babies if we don't deliver them as soon as possible.”

Chris felt his blood go cold in his veins. Life threatening? “What?!”

As soon as they reached the operating room, the doors swung open.

“Come on, let’s go,” The doctor urged the nurses. “Room three. Scrub up and get her prepped. Let the NICU know we’ll need some help up here with the babies.”

One of the nurses looked at Chris, who had every intention of going into that room with you. “You’ll have to wait out here, sir.”

“What? No! I need to be with her!”

He tried stepping around her, and the nurse held an arm out to stop him despite being a foot shorter than him.

“Sir, I cannot allow you in the operating room, it is a sterile environment. I’m sorry, but you have wait out here.”

“Chris?” Somehow, through your daze, you managed to say his name, your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier with each passing second. “Chris?”

“It’s going to be okay!” Chris managed to choke out behind you. “I’m right here! I’ll be right here! Everything’s going to be okay!” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself of it.

“There is a waiting room around the corner to the left.” The nurse who had stopped him from entering the room with you looked at him with an empathetic expression on her face. “I understand you are worried, but we will do everything we can for your wife and babies. The doctor will come out and speak with you as soon as she can, okay?”

Unable to speak, Chris gave a weak nod of his head and she followed behind your bed as they continued to wheel you away. He could only watch helplessly as you disappeared behind a corner and the double doors of the operating room swung closed.

The next two hours that passed felt like an eternity.

Chris paced the waiting room, unable to sit still. He didn’t care about the stares coming his way, nor did he care about the classless asshole who decided to sneak a picture of him with his phone.

Not knowing what was happening to you or the babies, it was hell. It was agonizing and there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it.

By hour number three, Chris had finally dropped down into a chair, his body feeling worn out.

He hunched forward, dropping his head in his hands. He was scared to death.

In his entire life, he’d never known a feeling like this before.

He didn’t know what he was going to do if anything happened to you or to the babies.

“Mr. Evans?” The doctor called as she emerged from the operating room.

Chris jumped to his feet, rushing over to her. “Doctor! How is she?”

“Your wife is out of surgery and in recovery. She’s a little groggy, but it all went well and she’s going to be just fine.”

“And the babies?” He prompted anxiously. “Are they okay?”

“The twins are still being tended to, but they are okay,” she confirmed.

Chris let out a shaky sigh of relief. “When can I see my wife?”

“I can take you to her room now. Follow me this way.”

He followed her to the recovery ward where you had been placed in a private room. He stopped short and nearly fell to his knees as soon as he saw you lying there, but managed to collect himself. “Hey you,” he said softly, coming up to the side of your bed. He sat in the chair that had been placed next to it and gently touched the back of your hand, his fingertips lightly brushing against your cool skin. The doctor explained that it had been an invasive surgery, and as much as Chris wanted to just take you in his arms, he had to be delicate. “I hope you know that you scared the living hell out of me for a minute there.”

You were still slightly out of it, but managed to shoot him a small, tired smile. “Sorry.” You were just coming out of the anesthesia, and everything before they’d put you under was a little fuzzy, but it was all slowly starting to come back to you, piece by piece. “You know me, I just have to make things extra dramatic. Can’t ever make anything easy.”

Chris laughed, despite the tears welling in his eyes.

“Have you seen them, yet?” You asked him, softly.

“No.” He sniffed, shaking his head. “Not yet.”

As if on cue, two nurses entered your room, each of them wheeling in a bassinet. There was a tightly wrapped little bundle in each one.

Chris automatically rose to his feet, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest.

“Congratulations,” One of the nurses beamed, bringing the bassinets up beside your bed. “A healthy baby boy—and a healthy baby girl. We will be back for them in a couple of hours to run some more standard tests. If you need anything, please call us.” They excused themselves, leaving the room so you and Chris could have some private time with the twins.

You watched as Chris slowly walked over to them, an emotional lump rising in your throat.

“Hey there,” he cooed to them. “Hey guys.”

The feeling that he had seeing their two little faces was inexplicable.

It took Chris a moment, but he then realized it was a feeling similar to the one that he had felt when he had first fallen in love with you.

“I’m your daddy," he told them through a tearful smile. “Hi guys.”

“Hey, I want to see them too,” You whined. “Come help me up.”

“Honey, you just had surgery—”

“Chris, please don't make me beg you. Because I will. Shamelessly.”

Chris shot you a reluctant look. He couldn’t say no to you.

“Okay, but we have to be really careful. Come here.” He slid an arm around your back and gingerly helped you into a sitting position so that you could have a better view of the twins. He noticed how you were biting your lip as you craned your neck and tried to get a better look them and instantly knew what you were thinking. Chris walked over to the bassinets again and carefully lifted his son from one of them. It was almost surreal, watching him hold his child for the first time. The look of pure adoration on his face as he smiled down at the baby was almost too much for your heart handle. “Here. Hold out your arms.” Chris delicately helped you take the baby into your arms. “You got him?”

You nodded, feeling a tear slip down the side of your face. “I got him.”

“Can't forget about this little angel.” He picked up his daughter, who looked identical to her brother—the only thing that helped you two tell them apart were the standard hospital blankets that they were wrapped in, one pink and one blue. Holding her, Chris managed to squeeze next to you, perching himself on your bed. He made sure that you weren’t in any discomfort before finally relaxing with his baby girl in his arms.

“I can’t believe this,” You whispered, looking from one tiny face to the other. “I can't believe they’re actually ours. They’re so perfect.”

“Must take after you,” Chris grinned, turning to you. He noticed how it just felt so natural to see you sitting there holding your newborn. You, the same woman who was expressing how scared she was becoming a mother earlier during labor, the same woman who had just been through a life threatening birth complication, looked so incredibly calm and relaxed. It might have been your maternal instincts that were kicking in, but you didn’t seem worried about anything at all. “Are you still scared?”

“Nope,” You replied, grazing your son's soft cheek with your finger as you grinned back at Chris. “I’m not scared anymore. Now that they’re here in our arms, everything feels right and the fear is just gone. I’m ready for this, Chris. I’m ready for this chapter of my life with you and our children.”

“That's my girl,” he whispered proudly, leaning towards you. "I love you."

Sirius Black x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: History repeats it’s self at the Potters house but this time it's Sirius' girlfriend showing up in the middle of the night

Warnings: swearing, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, bruises, food, blood and cuts, established relationship, non-sexual nudity

A/n: 2.3k words, I really like how this turned out, it's so intimate and vulnerable and it's kinda sad but I think it's beautiful (and thats what counts), thank you for the request, I hope you like it x

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Sirius awoke to a series of small thumps, he tried his best to ignore them, assuming it must have been James in the next room doing something stupid he thought was an amazing idea at 2am. The noise stopped for a few minutes but then it happened again, only louder and he groaned, clutching at his pillow

“Prongs I swear to merlin” he mumbles to himself waiting for the sound to stop, which it does for again a couple of minutes before it resumes once more “Imma kill him”

Sirius throws off the blanket, marching out of his room, he was happy James' parents were away for the weekend so he didn’t have to worry about anyone but James seeing him in just his boxers...or seeing him kill their son for disturbing his beauty sleep.

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader (platonic), morgan stark x reader (platonic)

warnings: sad morgan stark, tony starks death

summary: you and peter try to help morgan understand death and grief

 Losing her dad was the hardest thing Y/N has been through. He was her best friend and was there beside her through everything. Sure Y/N lost her mum but she was 4 at the time she can't really remember her or what it felt like, only what Tony had told her.

When she found out her step-mum was pregnant she was originally scared she would no longer have her dad by her side, but she couldn't have been more wrong. Tony was still there for Y/N, obviously he had to split his time now between his two daughters but he loved them both equally. Tony explained to Y/N she will always be his first girl, no one could take that title away from her, not Pepper, not Morgan. No one.

sebastian x fem reader 🌫

y/n’s pov

summary: y/n and sebastian have been recently on the press tour together and have …. maybbeeee been crushing a little.

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i was in my dressing room trying to pick out a reasonable outfit to wear that was comfy yet flattering.

today me and sebby were doing an interview for the civil war movie which we both stared in.

im so excited yet so sad about this interview cause it is the last one of the press tour which just dims the mood a bit.

and i just loved talking about my character in the mcu, i think she’s dope as fuck.

after skimming through my clothes a thousand times i finally picked out an outfit that i thought was cute.

i put on high waisted camo jeans with a brown and white striped bralette. i as well put my hair in space buns and put on some heel boots.

i told my body guard that i was ready to go and he escorted me to the interview room.

as we were walking there i kinda started to get a bit of anxiety for some reason which i thought was weird cause i never get anxiety.

as we continued walking i could already hear sebbys laugh from the room in front of me causing me to smile over the nervousness i had.

my guard opened the door for me and i walked into the room to see seb and the interviewer.

“hiiii” i said smiling while being greeted by the interviewer.

sebby looked at me and smirked while whistling.

“oh shut up” i said giggling and sitting down in my seat next to seb.

“it’s so good to have you here ! welcome” the nice lady said.

“thank u thank u im so excited to be here” i said smiling and giggling taking a sip of my coffee.

“now this interview is gonna be 99% laughing and 1% talking cause miss giggles over here has a coffee in her hand” seb said playfully rolling his eyes.

“na na na na na don’t come at me when I’ve seen you drink 5 cups of coffee a day and been impersonating captain america for five hours straight” i said sitting up and holding my index finger in his face.

“once, one time and i was hungover” he said putting his hand on his forehead, “ok so let’s just get into the damn interview” he said laughing.

the interviewer laughed, “so we are going to get right into all the rumours right now that’s floating around the web which im sure you’ve seen” she said.

i looked at seb confused “what”

“so clearly I’ve slept too long cause i have no idea what rumours there are” seb said sitting up straight and smiling.

“well basically ever since the marvel carpet there had been dating rumours between you two after you guys walked the carpet together” she said handing me a phone with an instagram post on it.

“whatttttt” i said breaking out into laughter and handing the phone to sebastian.

“let’s see, yesterday was the ONE and ONLY marvel carpet blah blah blah and y/n was spotted walking the carpet with sebastian which sparked dating rumours, are we here for it?” he read out and just looked at me. i was laughing with my face in my hands as he started chucking trying not to laugh.

he handed the phone back to the lady and laughed with his face in his hand.

“so, is it true. because since your characters in the movie are romantically involved we would assume there would be romantic tension in person”

“maybe if this woman would let me take her on a goddamn date than maybe but as if now no we are not dating” he said shrugging his shoulders.

“oh shut up, your making the situation even more messy” i said giggling and smiling.

“wait so y/n if sebastian asked you on a date would you say yes?” the interview asked.

seb looked at me and turned his whole body to me curious of my response causing the interviewer to laugh.

“so what will it be doll”

“well i feel like finishing this interview would be more important right now” i said laughing.

“SEE!” sebby said while shrugging his shoulders.

“wait so when the interview is done will you answer his question?” the interviewer asked.

“yes” i said nodding while showing my dimples.

“pour it on then” seb said sitting forward and rubbing his hands together.

he’s such a little bugger.

“okay so since you guys are both on team cap, who was the person you were most excited to fight on team iron”

“tom, spidey definitely” seb said nodding his head.

“the fact that you didn’t even need to think about that” i said smiling.

“the kid can be a pain in the ass sometimes, "you have a metal arm?!” like yes i realized"

i looked at sebby with playful sas.

“nah don’t give me that look” he said smirking, “i have a good point”

“y/n i see you disagree with sebastian?” the interviewer said.

“yes one hundred percent, i think tom is just a full sweetheart! he wouldn’t hurt a fly!” i said.

“he gave her his juice box one time; this seems bias” sebby said looking at me.

i just rolled my eyes playfully.

“now y/n who were you most excited to fight against?”

“natasha i would say, i don’t know. i mean it was cool to see my character fight against such a badass character in the mcu, and plus it was really fun filming the fight scenes with scarlet because she’s just overall a fun person to be around” i said explaining it with my hands.

i then looked over at sebastian mocking me while moving his hands around causing the interviewer to laugh.

“are you kidding, at least im not a hater”

“it’s not hating. it’s called honesty, doll”

“if you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin at all” i said sitting up straight.

“did you just quote thumper from bambi” sebby said looking over at me.

“did you just use all that brain power to find out that i quoted an animated bunny”

after the interview seb and i said our goodbyes to the interviewer and th-

“wait wait wait” sebby said widening his eyes, “she never answered my question”

“ah he got you” the interviewer said.

“so what will it be ms. y/l/n” he said smiling and licking his lips so causally.

“i mean he’s cute” i started making sebby start to blush, “but i think he needs to apologize to tommy tho”

“WHAT, it’s not my fault he’s a literal child” sebby said with his mouth making an o shape.

i just giggled and thanked the interviewer once again and walked through the curtains into the halls knowing the affect i left on seb.

i felt sebby on my heels trailing behind me.

“i think toms the one who should be apologizing” he said walking beside me trying to reason with me just causing me to giggle.

i just continued to go on my phone and walk to my trailer. he can be such a fucking stunner sometimes. its not that i didn’t like sebby, i mean i would love to go on a date with the hottest man on planet earth but it wouldn’t hurt to tease a bit, right?

“im practically husband material”

“in your dreams sebby” i said looking up to his tall figure.

“oh yea?” he said and then picking me up bridal style causing me to giggle.

“the hell are you doing” i said laughing uncontrollably trying to wiggle out of his grasp but his arms gripped around my petit figure.

he brought me to my trailer.

he set me down in front of the steps and i walked up them and opened the door and stood inside.

i turned around and saw sebby face to face with me causing my heart to basically burst out of my chest. just seeing his beautiful blue eyes filled with lust made me get butterflies in my stomach.

“nope” i said smiling and taking my index finger and pushing it against his chest causing him to back down.

“oh c'mon” he said waving his hands in the air.

i just laughed and shut the door.

pairing: sebastian stan x reader (romantic), anthony mackie x reader (platonic)

warnings: sebastian stan being bullied, anthony, y/n and seb being a chaotic trio

summary: you, seb and anthony were at a panel for falcon and the winter soldier and a fan asks what it's like working with each other

"I have a question for Sebastian, what was it like working with your girlfriend and best friend" One fan asked Seb.

"Well unfortunately Chris Evans isn't in the show so I can't answer that" Sebastian said jokingly earning laughs from most of the fans and me and Anthony, him and Anthony had a love hate relationship. They would always act as if they couldn't stand being in each others company but they also couldn't spend five minutes from each other.

"That's cold Seabass, that's cold" Anthony said shaking his head at Seb.