I have started getting requests for RPF [real person fics], and I love it. However, I do know that there are readers out there that do not, and there is nothing wrong with that.
As I have a Stucky exception tag list, I figured I would do the same with RPF. If you are on my Everything list, and do not want to be tagged in anything involving the actors within Marvel, please send me an ask and let me know. I do not want to tag you in something you have zero interest in.
**Edited to add: If you would like to be tagged in an RPF,
A/N: Yeeet! It’s my first fan fic! Um, sorry to bother the writers I tagged :DD
It all started with her smile. He could feel himself slightly falter just with her smile.
He didn’t even really know her, but as soon as they met he felt something special. Then as soon as she smiled, he started to falter.
And even now, a few months later, he still couldn’t stop the skip of his heart everytime she smiled. It didn’t matter if she didn’t smile at him, his heart still skipped a beat.
Then there was her laugh. It wasn’t the cliché girl laugh. It was her laugh. It was special.
Every time he heard her laugh, he couldn’t help but smile. And during the times he himself was able to make her laugh, his heart would flutter.
He didn’t mind if she would laugh at him, atleast she was laughing.
Then there was her attitude.
She was fiesty, that was for sure. He loved how she was fiesty and firey, but somehow she still was loving, she still was caring and patient with everyone.
His favorite moments were when she would get mad at him, and after a few hours, she would apologize profusely to him about how she was with him.
He didn’t care if she was shouting at him, atleast she wasn’t losing her fiesty side.
There was so much too her that he loved. He loved every bit of her, every freckle, every scar, everything.
It’s now been a few years since they’ve met, and now he was standing at the altar.
He was smiling with tears in his eyes. The doors opened and there she was, an angel in white. He loved how her dress fit her so well. He loved how she finally displayed her freckles after years of hating them.
And as she came closer, he could see more and more the woman he fell inlove with. He felt sick to his stomach, and somehow, his eyes felt more irritated than ever.
He wanted to cry.
He couldn’t.
Not now.
He couldn’t ruin her perfect day.
And so, he watched her pass him. Giving her an encouraging smile as she passed.
And now, she was in the hands of her one and only.
He watched the ceremony.
He saw them exchange vows.
He saw them share their first kiss.
He saw them share their first walk.
All that he could feel throughout the ceremony was the regret and pain building up in him.
All this happened because he never told her he loved her.
All because he was scared.
And now, he was left standing at the altar.
Tears flowing down his face, as his heart lay broken inside of him.
Summary: You refuse to back down from a playful bet between you and Jeremy. Word Count: 874 Warnings: Fluff and light language Author’s Note: Written for @i-dont-do-rpfs Spring Has Sprung Challenge. My prompt was Cool Mornings, Warm Afternoons. GIF found on Google Images
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“You’re only going to bring a sweatshirt?” you asked Jeremy, your boyfriend of the last three years.
Jeremy smiled and shot you a wink. “It’s spring, babe. It’ll be warmer this afternoon.”
Peering outside, you shook your head. “Looks like it’s going to be cloudy all day.”
He was chuckling low in his throat and kissing the side of your neck after sweeping your hair to the side. “Trust me,” he purred. “You’re not going to need it.”
You leaned into him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Shall we make a wager on that, Jer?”
“It’s pointless, I’m gonna win,” he teased, his voice low as he started rocking, holding you tight to him as he did so.
“How about,” you started, turning in his grip and wrapping your arms around his neck, “if I win,” a press of lips to one cheek, “you have to help me,” a chaste kiss to his other cheek, “plan M/F’s baby shower.”
Jeremy chuckled in the back of his throat, his hands sliding around to rest right above your ass. “And if I win,” he kissed your forehead, “you have to let me,” another kiss to the end of your nose, “host poker night next week.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, tipping your head back, squealing when Jeremy nipped your neck. “Oh, it’s on, Renner.”
Two hours later, the pair of you finally reached the destination Jeremy had mapped out for hiking. At first, you had taken it in stride, walking mostly uphill, in rough-ish terrain, wearing a backpack that housed the items you’d planned to eat. But then, about an hour ago, the clouds had parted, showcasing the high-in-the-sky-sun. That was when sweat started to slide down your spine.
You hadn’t said anything, you couldn’t, if Jeremy heard you complain, that meant you lost the bet. You didn’t want to deal with cigar smoke and raucous laughter until the early hours of the morning. Not that you didn’t enjoy Jeremy’s friends, you got along with everyone perfectly. But, your home was your sanctuary, untainted by poker night. It was silly, really, you felt dumb even thinking about it.
After carefully dropping the pack to the ground, you used the back of your hand to wipe the sweat from your brow. Jeremy turned around, wearing a big smile, not even a drop of sweat on his face, the bastard.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, a joking lilt to his voice.
“Fine,” you answered, forcing a smile. “It’s beautiful up here, huh?”
With a shake of his head, Jeremy chuckled. “Why do you think I picked it?”
“Because you like to see me suffer,” you mumbled, desperate to rip off the sweatshirt, but not giving in.
“What was that?” he asked over his shoulder, shaking out the large blanket.
“Nothing important,” was your huff of an answer. Taking hold of your backpack, you trudged over to your boyfriend, got on your knees, and started unpacking the food.
You didn’t eat much, not with the sun washing you in her heat, driving you to drink the remainder of your water. Jeremy tried to get you to eat more, but you declined, saying that the large breakfast he had cooked had been plenty to tide you over until early afternoon.
Jeremy kept shaking his head and shooting you playful winks when you would wipe away the sweat on your forehead, pushing it up through your hair, and blowing out a rough breath. You were pushing it, staying in the sun, wearing a sweatshirt that was too thick, but goddamn it, you were stubborn.
When Jeremy suggested the two of you head back, you about wept in relief. Jeremy packed everything up, offering to take the pack you had worn on the trek up, grabbed your hand, and suggested taking another path.
“There’s plenty of shade,” he said, a concerned look in his eyes.
“I’m fine, Jer,” you lied with a tight smile.
You knew he didn’t believe you, but Jeremy didn’t say anything further, not for several long minutes, that was, and that was because you stumbled when dizziness threatened to overwhelm you. With his arms around you, he helped you sit down, cupped your face in his hands, and huffed loudly.
“You’re as stubborn as a mule,” he admonished, shaking his head.
“You love it,” you sassed.
Jeremy arched his eyebrow. “Take off the sweatshirt, sweetheart,” he instructed sternly.
Your head twitched in disagreement. “I’m fine, Jeremy,” you repeated your previous lie.
“No,” he argued. “You’re not. Now, take off the sweatshirt. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“But, the bet,” you whined. You didn’t have the power to fight him as he raised one of your arms, pulling it free from the sleeve.
Jeremy huffed in laughter, your other arm slipping free a moment later. “The bet is off. It’s not worth you killing yourself.”
“Oh,” you sighed. “Thank God.”
He tucked the shirt into the pack and grabbed a bottle of water, which you greedily drank. “Now, are you ready to admit that I was right?”
Despite being lightheaded, you laughed hard, your head falling back, resting on the tree behind you. “Oh, honey. It’s like you don’t know who you’re talking to.”
I will be posting a real person fic [RPF] for a challenge by the wonderful J & S at @i-dont-do-rpfs. In doing so, I will be tagging my forever peeps. If you’re on that tag list, and do not want to be tagged, hit me up, let me know.
@star-spangled-man-with-a-plan I think it’s meant to be that I write the speech pathologist/Evans RPF….this gif keeps coming up in my feed. LOL Thoughts?
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