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"I miss when movies weren't political-"

ALIEN is about a megacorporation coercing some salvagers into transporting a dangerous creature without telling them what it is, all because the creature could be a great bioweapon for them. When a survivor of this failed transport mission wants reparations, they screw her over to avoid a scandal.

ROBOCOP is about another mega-corporation experimenting with a cop's body and declaring him their property, trying to reduce him to an obedient killing machine who can maintain the status quo for them.

JURASSIC PARK is about a rich billionaire going all out to make a dinosaur-themed amusement park, not caring about the real-world implications of resurrecting giant lizards. He also underpays ONE guy to maintain the entire park's security systems so predictably, that one guy betrays him at a crucial moment.

The best movies weave their politics with plot & character, so you can enjoy them as entertainment but can also notice the themes. Movies without themes wind up being all spectacle and no substance, just noise and color like Michael Bay's Transformers franchise. Yeah, they make money, but they'll be forgotten in 2 generations.

JURASSIC PARK (1993) dir. Steven Spielberg

My heart still doesn’t beat normally when rewatching this scene

#buck has feelings for eddie confirmed

9-1-1 | Season 8, Episode 11, ‘Holy Mother of God’

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

For everyone hoping and or expecting there to be something huge in the mid season finale on Thursday and who will feel let down and upset if there's not I wanted to point out some things.

First of all Tim just came back in s7 and it was a shortened season. I know we all had issues with how that season was handled but I also think Tim had a lot to figure out for having just come back to show. He was bringing 911 to a new network had only 10 eps to tell the entire seasons stories in. It was also a rather important season considering it was where they finally had Buck come out and where the pieces were finally being put into motion for Buddie to happen eventually (like in episode 704).

But I also think a lot of stuff Tim wanted to do in s7 he didn't get to and instead carried it over to s8 where he felt he had more time. The majority of 8a was spent closing out storylines that started in s7. What people have to realize is that a lot of this likely would have been the second half of season 7 had that been a full season. Now going into 8b I expect to see more focus put on Eddie's coming out and more movement towards Buddie happening.

None of this means that the mid season finale will necessarily be a huge ep or have a nde or have Eddie come out or Buddie kiss or anything like that. This ep may be pretty similar to the one we saw last week especially because like some have pointed out Tim and the others may have been expecting 809 to be the mid season finale not 808. And besides that 911's mid season finales have rarely been these huge events. Those were usually saved for other eps.

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S1 -

shortened season - no mid season finale

no real NDE's although you could say the plane disaster was one for Bobby

S2 -

210 - mid season finale - It's revealed that Chim's friend is Doug

*2b*

211/212/213 - Chim begins/ Doug attacks Chim and takes Maddie

217 - Shannon dies car accident

218 - Buck NDE truck bombing

S3 -

302/303 - Buck and Chris NDE tsunami

308 - Hen NDE car accident (a few eps before mid season finale)

Bobby radiation exposure 309 (one ep before mid season finale)

310 - mid season ep - Michael cancer diagnosis

*3b*

314 - dispatch center/Maddie held hostage

315 - Eddie NDE well

317 - Athena NDE r*pist

S4 -

shortened season because of Covid no mid season finale

405 - Buck NDE fire

409 - Albert NDE car accident

413/414 - Eddie NDE shooting

S5 -

506 - Buddie kidnapping

508 - Hospital (where David worked) fire

510 - mid season ep Eddie leaves the 118

*5b*

513 - Eddie breakdown

516 - dispatch fire

517 - Hen/Chim - NDE - jonah

S6 -

Mid season ep - Bobby's sponsor dying

*6b*

610/611 - Buck NDE lightning strike

618 - 118 NDE bridge collapse

S7 -

shortened season - no mid season finale

701-703 - Bathena NDE - cruise ship disaster

708-710 Bathena NDE - Cartel/Fire

S8 -

802/803 - Athena NDE plane emergency

805 - Denny NDE

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Looking at the way 911 has structured it's seasons in the past it's far more likely that if we're going to get a nde for Buddie or one of them we're going to get it later in the season and not at the mid season. We could get a more surprising moment like we've seen in the past like with Eddie leaving the 118 but like I said before I think it's highly probable that 808 wasn't meant to even be the season finale so a more shocking or surprising moments might not even be until 809 when the show comes back.

I just really think we all need to take a look how the show operates and prepare ourselves so we're not too let down. Also as much as I love coming up with theories and love listening to theories everyone else comes up with I feel like it's become a habit lately in our fandom for some people to get everyone excited and expecting certain things from the show. Then when the show doesn't deliver every single episode people are left feeling angry. This isn't just the fault of the people talking about their theories it's a fandom issue in general I think. I wish our fandom would just be more realistic going into each ep and not so quick to turn on the show if expectations aren't met immediately.

I 100% believe Eddie is going to come out and Buddie is happening. I've been watching the show for years and things have never been as close to Buddie canon as they are now but that doesn't mean it will happen instantly. Everything that's being shown and said (in interviews) is telling us that the show is playing the long game. We have to be patient and wait for them to get there, which I know can be really frustrating, trust me I've been waiting for Buddie's love story to be canon for what feels like forever. I think we will see more movement in Eddie and Buddie's story this season but maybe not this episode coming.

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I also think it's important that we show our love for the show and the people who work on it more. I feel like a lot of the stuff I see out of our fandom lately is pretty negative. I'm not saying it's not warranted or that I don't do my own share too (I was talking just the other day on twitter about my issues with Athena's storylines) but I also can't help to think of how Oliver and Ryan and the others must feel. Imagine working really hard on something and then going online to see how the audience feels about it and the predominate reaction is about how awful the episode was. I definitely believe it's possible to love 911 (and any media really) and still be critical of it at times but I also think sometimes our fandom focuses too much on what we're not getting from the show and less on what we are.

We are incredibly lucky to have two amazing actors who put such love and care into playing Buck and Eddie and who have always been supportive of our ship. We're lucky that pretty much everyone involved with 911 (minus maybe KR) seems to be supportive of Buddie happening because trust me that's not common among a lot of other non canon queer ships. We're lucky that Buck has finally come out and that all signs are pointing towards Eddie coming out too. We're lucky that the show is even still on the air because it was seriously on the brink of being canceled before abc picked it up. If it had been not only would we have no chance of Buddie but Buck would never have come out and both men would have ended their run on the show with those lackluster partners. And speaking of lackluster partners we're lucky that Tim got rid of Tommy. I know he could have done it sooner but he also could have kept him around longer. I think some of you need to realize that making Buddie a reality is still a risk for the show and for abc. Having another main come out is still risky but they seem ready to take the risk.

Sorry this post got so long. I just had a lot of thoughts with the new ep coming and seeing everyone already prepared to be upset about it. Let's just go into this ep with limited expectations and be happy we get to go into a hiatus for the first time in a while without b/t being a thing. Thanks if you taken the time to read all of this. ❤️

Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab. Then we had our little adventure up in Alaska and things started to change. Things changed when we kissed. And when you told me about your tattoo. Even when you checked me out when we were naked. But I didn’t realize any of this, until I was standing alone… in a barn… wifeless. Now, you could imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So Margaret, marry me, because I’d like to date you.

THE PROPOSAL: Andrew + Margaret + moments

All 13 songs from Harry’s House have charted on the Billboard Hot 100 this week! | 05.31.2022

I feel like I fall more in love with tasm!peter every day lol

Tobey tho, still my number 1

28. an accidental kiss between exes with peter? he’d be so cute and awkward and clear his throat afterward but then he’d say something completely dorkish like “why did we ever stop doing that?” I LOVE HIM 😭

baby came home | tasm!peter 

a/n: oh i luvvvv made this tasm!pete since you didn’t specify and i def got tasm!pete vibes asdfghjk ++ trying out a new format :D we’ll see how long this lasts rip

genre: exes to lovers, college!au, slight angst, happy ending | warnings: frat parties, mentions of h-word students 

prompt: an accidental kiss between exes

The music is deafening. You feel its vibrations in your body as it sounds through the large blaring speakers, reaching every nook and cranny of the packed frat house. Mostly everyone is either completely hammered or slightly tipsy, singing their asses off to some loud song, grinding against each other’s sweaty bodies or slotting their lips with people as if their life depends on saliva swapping. 

It’s practically burning inside from all the body heat; you’re standing in a random corner, nursing a red solo cup in your hand, the cold liquid inside providing you relief as your eyes dart around, taking in the vibrant strobe lights and familiar faces you’ve seen around campus. Until one brunette catches your eyes, his honey orbs meeting yours just as yours make contact with his and his lips stretch into a radiant smile—and as much as you hate to admit it, even after the breakup, his curled lips still manage to make your heart burst at its seams, and make your breath hitch. He takes long strides towards you and your gut twists at the thought of meeting him after nearly a month, making a myriad of feelings surface—raged; over the fact that you had to encounter his stupidly gorgeous face at this party. Sorrow; over the fact that he’s the only man who had his hold wrapped around your heart like no other, someone who you can’t seem to move on from. Longing; you miss his muscular arms around you, you crave to taste his tender lips once more, and God do you despise yourself for it. 

Before you realise, Peter’s already standing closer to you, saying something you can’t hear over the booming sounds of the bass blasting in the house, so Peter’s not surprised to see the confused look etched on your face. He simply gestures outside, where you see a few people scattered among the garden, bottles surrounding them and you understand his indication. He wants you to come outside with him. You’re reluctant and Peter easily notices—he can read you like a book. 

“Please?” He mouths, and the desperation on his face makes you give in and you nod. He releases a breath caught in his throat at your answer and laces his fingers with yours without much thought, and you hold onto them—it being an action of muscle memory and he leads you outside, carefully navigating you from the sea of drunk college students. He manages to find a secluded corner by one of the trees in the garden. 

“Wild party, huh?” He says, chuckling, nodding his head towards the ongoing rage inside.

“Exactly the reason I’m wondering why you’re here,” You respond, your tone unintentionally clipped.

“Well ouch,” He says, and averts his gaze from you, and he pulls his hand away from your grasp, body stiffening, which makes you feel slightly remorseful.

“I didn’t mean it like that, just meant that this isn’t your usual scene,” You express genuinely apologetic, and that answer seems to satisfy Peter judging by the gentle upturning of his lips.

“Just was a little lonely is all,” He replies, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Your heart pangs at his response, reminiscing about all the Friday nights you’d spend cuddling together, lips locked until they’d become swollen and you couldn’t breathe. 

“Ah, alright.” You mumble, wringing your hands together uncomfortably as the awkward silence blooms in the space between you two. 

It’s a few moments until Peter speaks again, calling out your name, gaining your attention, and the distance between you two is suddenly closer than you remember, your chests separated only by a small gap, his next words taking you aback.

“I want to kiss you.”

“What?”

He only moves closer, foreheads touching and large palms caressing your cheeks. His lips graze yours gently, tentatively, as if he’s going to kiss you for the first time, waiting for your permission to let him taste the flavour of your lips. 

You’re broken up, you shouldn’t kiss. 

The scent of his coconut shampoo fills your senses, his cologne making you dizzy and you feel like this is where you’re meant to be…you succumb to his advances, connecting your lips with his silken, almost pillowy ones, warmth blooming in your chests. 

You only pull away when your lungs burn. Breathing heavy, your eyes are back on his softened chestnut ones—they almost seem to be glossy with tears.

“I hated that we couldn’t do this anymore for a month.” He mutters against the flesh of your lips, hands finding purchase around your waist. He knows your feelings run strong akin to his with the way he can hear your heart thumping in your chest. “Let me make it up to you tomorrow, picnic at the top of the Empire State…please?” 

“See you at 7, Spidey.” 

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The hunk/womanizer character trope

Derek Morgan, Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo Junior, Luke Alvez, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Bellamy Blake, Dean Winchester, Tony Stark

y’all can get mad at me for this but this is my opinion.

marvel should have waited until after shang-chi came out in theaters to release the NHW trailer.

knowing the marvel fandom like i do, not to mention the Hollander fandom ALONE, the trailer release is going to heavily overshadow Shang-Chi which comes out LITERALLY NEXT WEEK and i’ve hardly seen anyone talking about it.

so, because y’all begged for the NWH trailer in order to repay marvel for giving it to you, go watch Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings in theaters September 3rd.

“Thank God” “Yeah I guess” OMFG STOP YES

Thank Chuck

(GIF credit: @mishacollinss)

Characters: Dean x F!Reader, Jensen Ackles x AU!Reader, Chuck, Sam

Words: 3,453

Summary: A divine intervention makes Dean realize the folly beneath his fear of loving you. (French Mistake AU)

Warnings: alcohol?, language, angst, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, pregnancy, implied smut, slightly ooc chuck

A/N: written for @jawritter and @sofreddie's 2k prompt-palooza. congrats to both of you! my prompt was the word "delicate"

Square Filled: dream sequence for @spnfluffbingo and chuck for @spnmixedbingo

MASTERLIST

You took a sip of whiskey and weighed the risks of your impulsive desires as you felt it glide down your gullet and fill you with warmth, “Hey, Dean?”

He was staring at the golden liquid in his own glass, thick fingers engulfing the tumbler as they dipped it this way and that, letting the sloshing alcohol slowly hypnotize him. “Yeah?”

“How drunk are you?”

“Prolly not enough for whatever you’re about to ask me,” he quipped in that raspy baritone before looking up at you from across the table, “But you’re gonna ask me anyway, right?”

It wasn’t like you could help it. Ethanol always made you inquisitive and nights like this, when you were finally home after a rough, hunt-induced revelation – yet another ruthless confirmation of how damned humanity really was, barely treading the waters of an infinite, tumultuous ocean without a benevolent god in sight – made you yearn for him beyond usual. And the despondency in his eyes only added to your need to know, “You ever think there could be more to this life?”

“Like what?” he asked cautiously, green eyes narrowing as he took another gulp from his cup.

“I dunno, like- maybe not the full ‘apple pie life’, but just- someone to share your… wins and losses with? Someone to celebrate with when you get a one-up on yourself, someone to hold onto when everything goes to shit?”

“What, are you crushing on Sammy or something?” Dean forced a laugh, but even just joking about it hurt him inconceivably.

With a decisive huff, you relinquished your nightcap and relented, “You know what? Never mind. I’m heading in. Don’t stay up too late, bud,” your hand landed briefly on the vast terrain of his shoulder as you walked by him on your way to bed.

Dean’s gaze was locked straight ahead, knuckles losing color as his grip tightened around his useless drink. It took everything within him not to shatter the glass with his bare hands or launch it across the room to watch the remaining bourbon fly and the fractured pieces of its container ricochet around him. As if he hadn’t made enough mistakes today. Now this.

God, how he wished he could change the nature of your relationship, get you to call him something other than ‘buddy’ or ‘sport’ or ‘dude’ or ‘man’ one day. But instead, he just kept pushing you further and further away, because though you never acted like it, he told himself you were a delicate flower, prone to getting trampled by his heavy and muddy steel toe boot if he ever got too close. It was a mantra etched inside his brain and Dean never wanted to see your light weighed down or your beauty sullied. There was no way he could forgive himself if he let that happen, never mind if he were the very cause of it.

But distancing himself was almost just as painful, and he could never stand to let that flower completely out of his sight, despite thinking himself unfit for your resplendent company, crass and tainted as he was. Yet he’d been endlessly grateful when you chose to spend your time with him after this shitshow of a day. So why couldn’t he have just offered you a few words of comfort or a simple, heartfelt conversation? Perhaps you were better off with someone like Sam. Or anyone other than him really, because in what universe would he be good enough for you?

“And cut!”

Dean’s eyes jerked open, and it took him a moment to realize he’d fallen asleep at the table where you’d left him, the only difference being now there was an entire film crew bustling around him, a camera in his face, and a giant mic above his head. Yeah, he would have been freaking the fuck out if he hadn’t been here before.

“That’s a wrap, guys. Great job, Jay.”

What the hell?! Again?! This must be a dream, Dean thought.

“Oh hey, Jensen, your wife was looking for you. She’s waiting for you in your trailer,” a random PA informed him with a wink.

“My wh-“ he started, but the man was already gone.

Unsure of what else to do and naturally more than a little curious, Dean cautiously made his way off the set of Supernatural to find the trailer that belonged to ‘fake him’.

Its inside looked nothing like he remembered. There was no aquarium and no helicopter, but there was a large sofa bed in the far corner, above which laid a curled figure facing away from the entrance.

Dean approached timidly, his heart pounding furiously by the time he was less than an arm’s length away from whom must’ve been his fake wife.

The mysterious woman stirred, grumbling as she did, “Mm, Jense?” She turned slightly toward him before burying her face in her hands, “Oh shoot, did I fall asleep waiting for you again? I’m sorry, I’ve just been so tired lately.”

Wait. He knew that voice. He loved that voice. That voice was what kept him going on the days he got tired of it all, the days he was tempted to completely forgo the name of Dean Winchester. But it couldn’t be, could it? Then again, the last time they were here, Sam was married to fake Ruby, so he supposed finding you in his tv star alter ego’s trailer was not as insane as it seemed.

His speculation was affirmed when you slowly climbed to your feet. “Y- Y/N?”

“Oh shut up, that’s getting old,” you chuckled and Dean couldn’t help but stare in awe of your smile. It was nearly identical to his Y/N’s, except it held a radiant levity he had never before seen. And when you moved to stand in front of him, he discernably blanched at the sight of something else he’d never seen.

Dean had been so shocked to find you here, he hadn’t even noticed your swollen stomach. A crushing weight bloomed across his chest while something twinged within his own gut, and although he moved his lips, no words came out, only a stuttered breath of a gasp.

“Baby? You OK?” Your voice was soothing and concerned and suddenly you were a mere foot away, small and tender hands latching onto his, “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He didn’t respond; he couldn’t. His eyes just kept flickering between your hands, your stomach, and your face.

“Here, sit down,” you guided him toward the bed behind you and pushed him down by the shoulders, “Lemme get you some water.”

As he watched you pour him a cup from a dispenser in the opposite corner, he managed to regain some of his senses. “Uh- isn’t this backwards?” he tried airily, “Shouldn’t I be the one taking care of you?”

You scoffed on your way back to him, “Just cause I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t look after my husband.”

Dean couldn’t repress the soft laughter he exhaled, because that sounded exactly like something the real you would say. But what came next wasn’t quite as typical. While one of your hands passed him the water, the other slid along his shoulders in a consoling manner that had him melting beneath your touch. You were standing so close to him, the curve of your belly brushed his arm.

“I- I did this?” he gestured awkwardly at your baby bump, cringing inwardly until your bubbly giggle hit his ears.

“Do you not remember how it happened?” There was that smile again. Fuck was it beautiful, and impossible not to reciprocate.

“I’m sorry, everything’s just kinda... hazy right now,” his lashes fluttered as he looked up at you, almost bashfully.

But the worry returned to your eyes, “Are you sure you’re OK? What happened anyway and why are you still in Dean’s clothes; I thought you wrapped?”

“No, yeah, we did. I’m fine, I just- couldn’t wait to see you.” The corners of Dean’s lips drifted up again, a subconscious reaction to your fingers sweeping through his hair before they caressed the side of his face. He felt strangely at peace. “Can I?” he asked, bright green eyes blinking back down to your expectant swell as he hovered a big, tentative palm over it.

“Of course, you weirdo.” Taking his hand in both of yours, you settled it over your distended stomach.

“Whoa!” Dean almost jumped when he felt a fluttery movement against his palm.

“She’s gonna be such a daddy’s girl,” you chuckled, playful envy underlying the obvious joy in your tone.

A baby girl. What a lucky bastard this guy was, Dean thought as he reveled in the baby’s little kicks. Soon, his other hand joined in, nearly eclipsing your belly with his gentle hold. And as you ran your hands through his hair again, letting him rest his head against the bump that was your growing daughter, Dean closed his eyes and gave his all to try and burn the moment into his memory.

This was a pretty good dream, and it only got better when you pulled him away to meet his eyes, cupping his jaw and gazing down at him with such love and reverence, he actually did feel woozy.

Dean didn’t think it was possible to feel any happier until he felt his resolve crack and his features soften to mirror yours with the inherent look of sheer wonder and adoration he’d always constrained in your presence. In that instant, he truly believed he could fly if he tried, that everything wrong in the world was irrelevant, and that perhaps there really was a god who cared.

You smiled back, and without a word, slowly mounted him until your knees landed on either side of his hips on the bed, sidling as close as you could given your current figure. He held you steady as your fingers played with the collar of his flannel, smoothing over his upper chest and shoulders before grabbing his face so your lips could greet his. The kiss was much harder than he expected, knocking him back a bit in shock. Although Dean quickly recovered, he was hesitant to return the fervor, hefty callous hands wandering gingerly across your fertile form, afraid he might somehow break you.

“I’m not as fragile as you think I am, you know?” you breathed into his mouth.

“Yeah, it’s just-“

“Why are you doing your Dean voice?”

“What? I’m not-“ he paused to clear his throat and adjust his voice though he had no idea how to sound more ‘Jensen’, “I’m not doing… that.”

Pulling back a little to get a better look at him, you countered, “Yes, you are. You’ve been acting kinda Dean-like this whole time, and you know what that does to me.” You punctuated your sentence by grinding into his lap, so while he wanted to ask you what you meant, a strangled groan was the only thing that escaped his lips.

“Is this another one of your roleplay fantasies?” Dean was somehow nervous and hard at the same time as you whispered into his ear, pecking and nibbling its lobe, “Because you know I’d be down. It’s like I always say, I think Y/N fell in love with Dean before I fell in love with you.”

“What?!” He simply couldn’t hide his surprise, yet he regretted it immediately.

“OK seriously, what’s going on with you?” you stopped kissing him to send him a fretful glance.

“Nothing! It’s nothing, I just uh… think I hit my head a bit during one of the stunt takes today,” Dean lied.

“What?! Why didn’t you say so? Where? Lemme see,” your fingers began combing through his short strands in search of any sign of injury.

“Baby, I’m fine, I told you,” he went out on a limb with the nickname, but it felt so right coming out of his mouth and you seemed to unwind a bit at his words. Feeling brave, Dean grasped your wrists and brought your hands before him, kissing your knuckles as he gazed into your eyes, though he didn’t miss the giant rock on your left hand. It drove a pang through his heart, a reminder of something he could never give the real you, but inspired him to indulge himself by playing the part, “I don’t want you worrying about a thing while you’re growing our little one in there,” he smiled as his large hand rubbed the side of your belly.

“You know I’ll always worry about you.” Your thumbs traced his stubble before you leaned forward to kiss the delicate crinkles beside his eye, “That’s another thing Y/N and I have in common.”

“You think she worries about the actor who plays Dean?” he teased, delighted to see you smiling again. If he couldn’t make the real you happy, it was the least he could do for your counterpart in this bizarre dream.

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean. Look, I know you keep things from me to protect me sometimes, especially lately, but baby, I’m not a glass vase. I won’t break in your hands and I promise I can always handle the whole truth. Of course I’m gonna worry about you but that’s what you fucking do when you love someone. And I’d rather know about everything that’s going on with you than be kept in the dark because that’ll only make my anxiety worse. It’s like when Dean refused to let Y/N all the way in but also couldn’t push her completely out. Being stuck in that halfway point hurt her so much more.”

Dean froze but the imploring look you cast had him thawed out in no time, “I mean, I thought we were in this together.”

“We are,” he replied. It was a firm declaration, fueled by a wistful glaze over his olive eyes.

“Good," you bit your lip as your demeanor changed, "Now will you please just let me take care of you for once?” The lust in your eyes seemed so foreign, and yet he felt like he’d seen flashes of something similar before.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Dean’s hands moved down to tenderly cup your stomach.

You rolled your eyes and for a moment he thought you were the real Y/N. “I told you, I’m not made of glass. Now are you gonna let me ride you or not, cowboy?”

He tried to hide the shy grin that blossomed across his lips by looking down, slightly embarrassed that you’d hit a kink, but you kissed the corner of his mouth and giggled as you asked, “I still don’t understand how you’re so freaking adorable and so ridiculously hot at the same time? I guess that’s just an ability you and Dean will always share.”

There were smiles all around as you pressed your hands to his thick shoulders and forced him to lay back, poised above him when you started bestowing kisses along his jaw and tugging at the buttons of his shirt. The ardent sounds of longing and satisfaction that came from you drove Dean insane and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a blissful smirk, he rolled and flipped you in one smooth motion, careful not to apply pressure to your abdomen as he balanced on his forearms, but when he bent down to kiss you, his eyes grew in alarm as you began to fade before his very eyes, body dematerializing in his arms until you disappeared into nothing.

It may have been a dream, but the terror he felt was very real, “Wha-?! No! Y/N! I mean,” Dean ran a large hand over his face in distress, “Shit, I don’t even know your name here.”

Before he had a chance to calm his rapid breathing and heartbeat, a shadow appeared in his peripheral vision and the double take Dean did when he realized who was now sitting on the bed inches away from him would have been comical if it weren’t for the entirely fucked up trauma he just underwent.

Scrambling off the bed as fast as he could, Dean yelped, “What the fuck?! Chuck?!”

“Hey, Dean,” the prophet-turned-God addressed him casually, adding when he noticed the stupefied and somewhat offended expression on Dean’s face, “Yeah, I admit, I could have chosen a better spot to appear in.”

“Or a better time!”

“Well, I couldn’t let you have it all, had to leave something to be desired, for the suspense, you know?” Chuck toned his proud grin down a bit at the murderous glare he was receiving.

“OK, I need you to be very clear here. What the hell is going on? Was that even real?” Dean demanded.

“Oh yes, very! I mean, as real as you want it to be. It’s sort of like what JK Rowling said, you know, about things happening in your head?... Never mind, that’s not important. My point is there does in fact exist a universe in which you two are married. Actually, there are many… I would say something like ninety-five percent of the time you end up together.”

Dean’s eyebrows nearly flew off his face as he absorbed this information.

“And you’re always happier, just an overall better version of yourself when you’re with her. Anyway, I got sorta sick of watching the two of you fawn all over each other while repeatedly breaking your own hearts, drowning in your identical yet isolated pools of delusional angst. Look, I know I said you’re my favorite show but the ‘will they, won’t they’ storyline is only good for so long before it becomes boring and tedious, you know? Plus, it’s a bit overdone if you ask me.”

“What, so you just zapped me here to… show me what I’m missing? I mean, it wasn’t exactly realistic, Chuck. She was pregnant.” Realizing he’d been played by a divine being yet again had Dean fuming.

“Yeah, that was juicy, huh? Bit of icing on the cake, if I do say so myself,” Chuck beamed before rolling his eyes at Dean’s continued melodramatics, “Well, I figured I had to go all out if I was gonna get a message through that thick skull of yours,” he defended staunchly, then stood up with a sigh, “Just think it over, will you? And when you finally do something about it, you can tell Sam to send me a fruit basket. Anyway, I gotta go. Being an absent parent is really a lot more work than you think it is.”

Dean was speechless as Chuck shouted a final ‘you’re welcome!’ before vanishing with a snap.

In the next moment, he found himself returned to the bunker, standing in its hall as he looked around to ensure it was the real thing.

Almost immediately, you turned the corner and upon spotting him, walked toward him at a frantic pace, “Oh my god, where the hell have you been?! I’ve been-“

Desperate to finally taste the real you, Dean didn’t let you finish. He was led by instinct alone when he rushed to meet you in the middle and in a role reversal moment, grabbed your head and angled it to plant you a needy, rough one that released all of his bottled-up frustrations from years worth of miserable hankering and irrefutable love.

Despite being sure Chuck had an ulterior motive, Dean simply couldn’t bring himself to care. The little sound of surprise you’d made as his lips touched yours alone was enough reason to ignore every sense of caution his brain had ever produced, enough reward for his impulsive behavior, and enough impetus to continue kissing you forever. You seemed to agree because your mouth was moving in perfect accord with his in no time, an equivalent hunger beneath your hands as they tried to pull him even closer.

If you were meant to be his, like this kiss seemed to effortlessly prove, he should have trusted that you’d never been as delicate as he’d convinced himself you were, and that you were a match made in heaven for his imperfect, grisly self. God himself had revealed as much and the thought brought a smile to his face. “It’s kind of a funny story,” he answered when the two of you finally broke for air. Chuck, even the way you breathed was alluring. Dean reckoned he didn’t have the patience to tell you about his 'dream' first, although he was also content to just relish the way you looked right now.

Your beautiful swollen lips parted as you stared at him in disbelief, but your arms were still around him when Sam walked by, “Seriously?! Finally! Thank God!”

Dean chuckled under his breath, “Yeah, I guess.”

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Losing my mind at this Tom and new girl mashup 😍😍

puzzle mania | tom holland

summary: bored in quarantine, you decided to do a puzzle. not knowing the consequences, you ended up finding something new about yourself.

pairing: tom x reader and plantonic!Harrison x Reader

notes: i got this from new girl, when winston was struggling to do a puzzle. & probably typos.

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“I think we should do a puzzle.” You suggested, gravitating your body towards the cupboard full of board games.

Tom and Harrison exchanged looks, concerning looks to be precise. You wasn’t exactly yourself when you were involved with a puzzle— you were a polar opposite.

“I think we should have a movie marathon instead…” Tom suggested, nudging Harrison to sell the idea more.

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okay but the bad boy soft for the kind girl trope is cute but i gotta say: the friends with opposing personalities who argue constantly added with mutual pining>>>

he was mean to her in the protective way, he cared for her so bad and I love Nick Miller with my entire being at the moment.

I cannot wait for this 😍😍😍😍

Hello! I am so excited, today is the day that I am starting my summer celebration! I have basically finished university for the year so I want to have a summer celebration!

This event lasts from 13 May until 10 June.

I have also recently hit 600 and now 700 followers, so I want to say thank you to everyone who takes the time to follow me, I love you all, thank you so much <3

You can request from any of the fandoms I currently write for; Harry Potter, Gilmore Girls, New Girl, in any of the following events - just specify which one :))

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Send me an ask including; your house, your hobbies, your likes & dislikes, your personality, if you would prefer a male/female match & your pronouns (if you’re comfortable), and anything else you would like and I will answer with what character I believe would match best with you, I will include a few lines of what your relationship with the character would be like. 

I will only be doing Golden Trio era.

(Or if you are from Gilmore Girls or New Girl fandom you can ask for such!)

I may close this earlier than the other parts of this celebration.

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I am doing a sfw version, send me an ask with three characters, and I will choose who to kiss, marry, and kill.

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Send me an ask and start a conversation with me, my inbox is always open for anyone to talk to me and just vent, ask questions, tell me about yourself or anything you feel like <3

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I have included only fluff prompts with added situations. 

You can send an ask with your requested prompt(s) you’d like to see me write. Request one on only each prompt section. 

If you want, you can request a situation prompt added with a fluff, eg. “can I request fluff prompt 1 with situation prompt 1?″ but if you only want to request from one section that is okay too! 

Please include which character you want and if it’s a Harry Potter character x Reader please include if you want a house specific reader or not, see my Request Requirement’s post of who I will write for before requesting :)

I will only write the prompt one per fandom, so if one has been took by a Harry Potter x Reader character, someone who also wants to see the same prompt for Nick Miller or Jess Mariano can also request for the same one, but I will only allow two requests per prompt overall. I will score it out and make it clear it’s been requested, it’s a first come first served aspect.

I will include these in my wips post once I have crossed the prompt, so I will also include a little description of what it will be about. Some of these writings may be drabbles - I am trying to get more good at writing less because I have the tendency to ramble in my writings - but I may turn it into a oneshot as I get carried away and write tons a majority of the time.

I got very carried away with these prompts but I could see me using all of them - some aren’t mine but I have put a few I thought of myself, I am so excited to use them!!

Fluff Prompts

“I think you might be my soulmate” - Draco x Reader @dracoscene​ ; Jess x Reader @lukes-orange-beanie

“I’ll keep you warm”

“Are you flirting with me?” - Draco x Reader from anon; Nick Miller x Reader from anon

“I’ve got you” - Draco x Reader from anon

“Is that my jumper?” - Draco x Reader @dracoslittlesunflower

“Can you stay the night?” - Jess x Reader from anon ; Nick Miller x Reader from anon

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look?”, “every day”, “good” - Draco x Reader @holden-caulfield ; Nick x Reader @turtletaylor98

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen” - Ron x Reader from anon

“Are you asleep?” - Harry x Reader from anon

“We can run away” - Nick x Reader @turtletaylor98

“I haven’t loved anyone before you” - Draco x Reader from anon

“You’re my best friend”

“You’re comfy” - Draco x Reader from anon

“I’ll do it for you” - Draco x Reader from anon

“You’re rambling”

Situation Prompts 

Cuddling in bed while the rain patters outside. - Draco x Reader @astoria-malfcy ; Nick Miller x Reader from anon

Forehead kissing. - Draco x Reader from anon

Person A has to bend down in order to kiss Person B, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach Person A. - Draco x Reader @dracoslittlesunflower

Hand holding.

Person A offering their arm to Person B.

Gentle kisses to the hand. - Draco x Reader from anon

Person A caring for Person B while they’re sick.

Taking a bath together. - post-war Draco x Reader @dmalfoy1980

Person A tucking Person B’s hair behind their ear.

Reading a book together. - Ron x Reader from anon ; Jess x Reader @lukes-orange-beanie

Person A talking to Person B when they think they’re asleep. - Draco x Reader @dracoscene​ 

Person A softly confessing their feelings to Person B. - Draco x Reader from anon

Friends to lovers trope. - Jess x Reader from anon; Nick Miller x Reader from anon

Moving in to their own home after the war.

Person A comforting Person B after a nightmare. - Draco x Reader @iwenttomordor

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Hi no reason but I’m sitting here sobbing at this so that’s cool

Hey love, congrats on 500 followers!!! Love your work ❤ If it's not too much trouble, can I request a blurb with the reader waiting for tom to come home to tell him she's pregnant and now it's been like 3 months and she has a little bump, so when she shows it to tom he starts crying?

Bean Plants

a/n: thank you so much! i'm so happy you enjoy my work. i truly apologize for how long this took. i have exams this week so it was little hectic to also so a sleepover, but i think it went well. hope you enjoy this piece! there is one more blurb left guys!

warnings: swearing

word count: 577

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“Hi, Tommy!” You smiled on Facetime, “I miss you.”

“Aw, I miss you too, darling,” Tom gushed, “I’ll be home next week, we wrapped up a little ahead of schedule.”

“That’s great! Do you know what day?”

“Probably Thursday?”

“Okay, can I talk to Harry, please?” You asked, noticing Harry sitting behind Tom.

“You want to talk to my brother rather than me, your loving husband, who hasn’t seen you in months?” Tom questioned, turning around to Harry, who gave the phone a smile and wave.

You gave Harry an enthusiastic wave, “Yes, that’s correct.” You nodded.

Tom huffed and looked at you skeptically, “Fine. Harry,” Tom turned to his brother, “(Y/N), wants to talk to you.”

“Okay, cool.” Harry nodded, taking the phone from Tom.

“Um, Harry,” You smiled, “This is about the bean plant. So, y’know…”

“Oh right,” Harry smiled, “Tom, can you go grab me a soda from that vending machine?”

“You’re drinking tea right now, though?” Tom questioned, “And you’re literally my assistant.”

“Well, I want soda, and I’m your little brother and if you don’t get me a soda then I’ll tell mum about the time you pissed on her tomato plant and killed it.” Harry panicked, quickly coming up with a threat.

“I’m an adult, you can’t tell mum on me.”

“I swear, Tom, I’ll call her, right now!”

“Okay, okay, fine. Be right back, psycho.” Tom mumbled, leaving the room.

“Good job, real smooth, Harry.” You said sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry dismissed, “show me the bump!”

You rolled your eyes, but stood up nevertheless, showing off the slight bump in your torso.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Harry gasped, “It’s so tinyyyy.”

You sat back down, laughing, “Well, not for long.” You smiled, “Anyways, can you keep Tom off of social media? I think some pap might’ve caught me at the baby store the other day.”

“Sure, no problem.” Harry nodded, “We’ll be home soon.”

“Thank you, Harry, you’re a lifesaver. Now please get Tom back on?”

Tom’s plane landed at 2 pm on Thursday, and instead of meeting him at the airport where everyone would be watching, you decided to meet him at his parents’ place.

“(Y/N), you are absolutely glowing,” Nikki smiled, sipping her tea, “honestly, with Tom I was a complete mess, but you look so well put together.”

“Please, Nikki,” You gushed, “You had four kids and still manage to pull off anything.”

“Tom’s here!” Paddy ran into the backyard, arms flailing.

You stood up just as Tom was coming through the back door, Harry hot on his heels.

“There’s my lovely wife—” Tom stopped in his tracks when he saw the bump in your yellow sundress. “Holy shit.” He gasped, jaw dropped.

“Surprise!” Dom yelled, running into the backyard with a party popper.

“Dom, not now.” Nikki scolded.

“Is—Oh my god,” Tom sighed shakily, “how far along?” he asked, moving towards you to place a hand on the bump.

“16 weeks,” You smiled, “are you okay?”

Tom began to sniffle, his eyes welling up with tears. “I’m more than okay, love.” He wiped his eyes, “We’re having a baby?”

You nodded, pulling Tom in for a hug that he immediately reciprocated. He cried tears of joy into your hair. “I’m gonna be a dad,” he sobbed.

“The best dad in the world,” You whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tom pulled away kneel down in front of your bump, “both of you.”

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Omfg I’m a sucker for friends to lovers and T H I S. I will be checking every 5 SECONDS for part 2

just friends | peter parker

↳ a collaboration with sophia - @cherrytholland

synopsis → unrequited love never goes well when it’s with your best friend -  especially when said best friend has his eyes set on a certain gwen stacy. add that to neglect, loneliness and the feeling of loving someone you shouldn’t, and you’ve got a load of hurt feelings that will eventually explode.

genre  → bestfriend!peter, friends to lovers au, ANGST ANGST ANGST because this is part one and soph has part two !!

word count → 6.3k

playlist  → someone like you = adele | gone = jorja smith | rise up = andra day

a/n  → guys i’m so scared to post this :// BUT thank you sophia - cherrytholland - for bearing with me. you’re so patient babe, i don’t even know how. i’ve been procrastinating on this fic for so long and yet, you’re always there with the support. i love you so much <33

note → this is part one to a two-part fic. @cherrytholland is currently writing the second part ! this fic also includes gwen as peter’s secondary love interest :)

IT’S NOT FAIR to miss someone who isn’t yours to miss.

it’s not fair to think about someone in a way that you shouldn’t be thinking in.

and it’s definitely not fair to love someone who isn’t yours to love.

and yet, lately, you’ve found yourself doing all three of those things.

when did you start liking your best friend? it’s hard to pinpoint when, and at this point you need a why more than a when. maybe it was when he tripped you accidentally, or when he held your hand even though he was the one scared of the dark. when he lied to that scary teacher to protect you (the same one who you still, to this day, claim had fangs). or maybe it was that time when he brushed the hair out of your eyes and told you he was so happy to have you in his life.

right now, you’re both at your house, working on a project that’s bound to take a chunk of your schedule. you’ve been meeting up after school consistently, sometimes at his, sometimes at yours, and sometimes in the library where you sneak him food under the table. a lot of the time, you both divert to star wars in no less than five minutes. but the more time you get to spend with peter, the better. he’s sweet, funny, and insanely cute; what more could you ask for?

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Cotton | Blaise Zabini

Blaise Zabini x Female Reader

gif from pinterest

Request? Yes by my bestie, @teawiththeweasleys

Summary: Whenever Y/n is nervous, she has the tendency to feel materials of clothes in order to help her calm down and Blaise, her boyfriend, takes notice.

Blood Status: Any

House: Any

Year: Any

Warnings? Nothing

Words: 1.8k

Authors note: This was so fun to write and I loved the idea. Thank you, again, Ellie for requesting it I’m so lucky you felt comfortable to request it to me because it was so calming and kind and I made him so soft because that’s what we need. Soft Blaise.

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MARVEL + holding hands 

Okay seriously why is this so funny

I have an idea for another tomxreader story. So in this one Tom, reader, brothers and Harrison just finished a scary movie night, and they all decided to prank Tom by doing to tik tok trend where they hand under the bed and throw stuff and like touch them.

i can just so see this happening😭

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“Jesus fucking Christ!” Tom yells, scrunching up into a ball and squeezing his eyes shut, gripping your shoulder in fear.

You share a laugh with the boys around you. “C’mon, Tom. This isn’t too bad.”

“Not too bad?!” Tom repeats dramatically. “There’s literally a clown! On screen! In an old abandoned house! That’s the worst kind of horror movie!”

“What could possibly have expected from Stephen King?” Harrison chuckles, eating a handful of popcorn from the bowl in his lap.

“You said he was a good writer! I didn’t think that was equivalent to scary!”

“Oh no, Tom,” you chuckle, “He’s quite the man when it comes to scary stuff.”

“Just watch the ending, Tom,” Harry suggests calmly, sipping the rest of his soda. “It’s almost over, anyways.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he grumbles, sitting straight so he can view the television. The movie ends not twenty minutes later, and while Tom says something about cleaning up in the kitchen, Harry leans over to whisper something to you and Harrison, and Sam.

“You guys wanna pull some pranks?” he grins, and Harrison mirrors his smirks.

“What are you guys on?” Sam chuckles. “You’re going to give Tom a heart attack.”

“Awesome, then!” Harry says, before going on. “C’mon, it’s the perfect opportunity.”

“Oh!” You sit up, “I saw this thing on tiktok that’d be perfect for right now.”

“Really? What was it?”

You hum, “But we’d have to go upstairs right now.”

“Go, go, go!” Harry ushers you out, and you whisper the plan into his ear. “I’ll film it, just go!”

The three of you clamber your ways up the stairs, taking refuge in yours & Tom’s bedroom. You pull Sam under the bed with you, grabbing a number of things on your way down, things you can throw out at Tom. Sam found his glove from his Jeepers Creepers halloween costume , so he put it on his right hand for the occasion. You have to hold back a chuckle when you realize how mischievous you’re being.

Harrison, on the other hand, stays put in the closet. You don’t know how, but somehow he’d gotten a hold of the controls for the lighting in this room — Tom wanted to control the lights with his phone, something about proving to you that he’s not an old man with technology — so he’s got the app opened on his phone, and he’s ready to rattle some things around to make noises. He’s safely tucked away in the corner, though, so Tom won’t be able to see him, especially not if he’s too scared to even look.

“I don’t know why we couldn’t just watch that new Benedict Cumberbatch movie,” you hear Tom’s voice from behind the door, and it’s getting louder which means him and Harry are approaching.

“God, Tom. You’re such a wimp,” Harry’s looking down at your phone, discreetly recording on your tiktok.

“Clowns are not for the weak,” Tom defends. “They are for the severely advanced fearless citizens.”

“And you’re in that category?”

“Yes!” Tom exclaims while grabbing his shirt, which lays in the center of the unmade bed. As he steps closer, you reach out and delicately caress his ankle. Tom shoots back immediately, frightened.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Harry shoots back.

Looking around the room, Tom doesn’t want to make himself look even stupider, so he lets it go. “Nothing, never mind.”

“Whatever you say, mate.”

“Alright, well, g’night,” Harry says, holding back his laughter. You have to bite your lip to do the same.

“Goodnight,” Tom says, back still turned to his brother. It gives Harry the opportunity to prop your phone up against the wall, getting a clear view of everything that’s going on. When the door shuts, Tom turns around, back now to the bed, and you throw a plastic water bottle out, the noise crinkling as it thuds on the ground. Tom gasps in surprise, running away from the bed and leaning against the other wall, the one by the closet.

Realizing where Tom stands, Harrison rattles the closet door, and it shakes and pounds. The noise is so startling that Tom lets out a small “fuck!” and he moves towards the window. Sam faces this way, and as Tom steps closer, slightly letting his guard down, Sam reaches out with his right hand and grabs at Tom’s ankle, securing his tough grip.

Tom looks down only for a split second, to see an abnormally looking hand pulling at his ankle and tugging him under the bed. Harrison plays with the lights, making them flicker and brighten. Tom screams, wholeheartedly and purely out of fear, and he attempts to lose the grip of whatever monster wants him — the monster that happens to be his brother’s hand.

In a haste to run away, Tom hops on one foot before losing his balance and tumbling to the ground. He crawls a bit of the way, and as Sam loses his grip, Tom comes into your view. You’ve acquired a clown mask, from last year’s Halloween party, and you shine a creepy flashlight on yourself.

Tom screams again when he sees what’s under the bed, and he runs for the exit. He moves too fast, though, because he runs right smack into the door, and as Harry comes in from all the commotion, he finds his brother on his back beside the door.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“There’s- there’s-” Tom stands quickly. “There’s a bloody monster under the bed!”

That’s when the laughter rings through the air, and Tom’s eyebrows pull together in confusion. Harry leans on his knees to contain his laughter, and you clutch your stomach while crawling out from under the bed. Harrison emerges from the closet not a second later, and as the final person — Sam — comes out with those costume gloves, it all comes together in Tom’s head.

“Y/N! You guys!” Tom groans. “You guys are so mean!”

“You have to admit, mate,” Harrison says between laughs. “That that was pretty fucking hilarious.”

“You screamed like a little girl!” You hold your stomach again, leaning on your knees just like Harry.

“Oh my god,” Sam giggles. “Did you run into the door?”

Tom rubs his elbow and his forehead, slightly bruised from the collision. “Shut up. You guys scared me!”

“That was kinda the point,” Harry rasps out. You pad over to the wall that your phone is against, and as you pick it up and press the video, the boys gather around to watch it. Immediately, you cower back in laughter, heads shooting back at how hilarious the result is.

“Stoppp!” Tom says from his place, whining. “That was so brutal.”

“That was literally the best thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.” You post the video and click your phone off.

“Just you wait, love,” Tom says “I’ll get you back. I’ll get you back real good.”

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Every time Reid was hugged by a BAU member in chronological order (nobody asked for this but deep down, everyone needed it)

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Omfg I love he’s a fan boi

ag! reader on her sweetener/tun tour with Tom in the Front row and She’s constantly interacting with him and talking/ holding hands stuff

Thank u!!!!

hope you like this ;) here’s a pic of the stage for reference (for my non-ari familiars) <3

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“Ladies and gentlemen,” You smile, adjusting the microphone that’s attached to your head. You glance down towards the front of the mosh pit where Tom is located, and you smile a little wider. “And Tom,” you add on quietly, sparking hundreds of screams and cheers. “Welcome to the Sweetener World Tour.”

As the first Act of the tour goes on, you sing your heart out during “bad idea” and “break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored.” As you head backstage for an outfit change and a short interlude, you’re heading back up a bit earlier than usual, having rushed into your next costume so you could interact with the crowd a little more. No doubt, in less than two minutes, your band will be ready to start again, but for now, you enjoy the cheers of excitement that get louder the closer you get towards the front of the stage.

“Hi, everyone!” You say softly, sweetly, giggling into your microphone. You successfully make it to the end of the stage, pausing to gauge the crowd’s reaction and truly take in the sight before you. It’s beautiful, really. “Thank you all for coming. How’re we all doing tonight? We having fun?”

Screams of assurement go around and it’s enough to spark another giggle out of you. You lock eyes with Tom, and almost subconsciously, you walk over to the left side of the stage where he’s at the barrier, by a staircase that leads to the center of the mosh pit. There’s a platform in the middle of the pit where you will eventually perform later in the night, and Tom’s in practically one of the best seats in the entire stadium.

Realizing the space that’s set between the stage and the crowd, you decide to sit on the edge with your legs dangling down off the platform. The security guard moves to your side, watching your safety. You smile at him, reaching for Tom’s hand. He sports a blush, hand connecting with yours and interlacing your fingers.

“Hi, baby,” You say into the microphone. Murmured “aw’s” and cheers go around again. “Everyone say ‘hi’ to my baby, Tom.”

Tom scrunches his face up in that cute fashion, and you chuckle again, admiring his adorableness. Your fans comply, sending their greetings towards Tom, whose blush has grown a cosmic amount.

You pull the microphone away from your face for a brief moment, sending questions towards the Brit’s way. “You’re alright? Need anything? Water?”

He shakes his head with a gentle smile, body against the metal barrier that separates the two of you. “I’m alright. How’re you, Ms. Pop Star?”

You giggle again, this one making it through the speakers and echoing in the large venue. “‘M good.”

Glancing behind you, you realize you still have some time before you’re due on stage again, to sing, that is. Standing up, you send Tom a kiss, one he pretends to catch & pocket. The action catches the eye of a few people — and their cell phones. It’s on twitter in less than a minute.

“Oh-em-gee,” You smile, “We should take a selfie. Should we take a selfie?” You look to your front rowers, who nod enthusiastically, and you grab your cell phone from the crew member that conveniently brought it up for you. “Okay, okay, everyone smile.” You hold the phone up, with you in frame, and you snap a selfie of the entire stadium.

You spin around, walking back over to Tom and capturing a few pictures and videos with him, some of which happen to make it onto your Instagram story. Walking to the center of the stage, you hold your phone up, ready to record.

“Okay, I’m gonna take a video of you all. My sweet, babies, my lovely fans. Everyone get ready to scream.” You’re about to record when you stop, “Wait, should we scream something? Like a lyric?” You laugh into the microphone, a bit indecisive. “I’m a lost cause, honest to god.” You giggle again, something that makes Tom’s smile widen. You walk back over to him.

“Tommy? What should we say? Simultaneously, that is.”

He hums, and you scoot closer to the edge, shoving the pink microphone towards his lips. He chuckles and the microphone catches it, sending it through the speakers. You giggle again.

“Maybe… god is a woman?”

“Ooo,” you bring the mic back, sending Tom another kiss before standing upright. “What do we think? Is that aesthetic enough?”

After a few beats of supportive cheering, you hold up your phone again. “Everyone say ‘god is a woman’ on three, ready? One… two… three!”

It’s a magnificent sight, what you get. The joint voices of your fans goes through your ears, sending shivers up your spines and tingles down your arms. Goosebumps rise on your arm while you end the recording. “Honest to god… honest to god knock me out. That was the coolest fucking thing ever.”

The crowd laughs, something you can hear clearly, and when you turn around, you realize your band is back and ready for action.

“Back to the show, babies,” You frown enthusiastically before running towards Scotty, your choreographer. You hand him your phone while the intro to “R.E.M.” begins.

“Love you, Tommy,” You slip out.

This song is to be done on the floor, alone while the backdrops and digital designs take over and stun the crowd to a high level of impression.

All the while, you’re singing while making eye contact with your London boy. Tom’s silently singing along — a rare occasion for him to sing in public where anyone can record him and upload it.

“Last night,” you sing, “When I was asleep… boy I met you, yuh.” You chuckle, cutely, into the mic again. When the lyric pops up, you can’t help but smirk. “Excuse me, Tom.” You replace the ‘uhm’ with your sweet boyfriend’s name, turning the mic towards the audience for them to finish the lyrics.

The night goes on like that. During “NASA,” you gather, with your dancers, around the edge of the looped stage, holding hands with the fans. When you perform “everytime” on the platform in the center of the pit, you grab Tom’s hand while passing the small set of stairs he’s located by. You do it every time, making sure to at least get a sliver of his fingers. It makes his heart giddy, fills his stomach with butterflies, and makes his eyes love the sight of you even more.

“Before we end tonight,” You pant into the mic, having just performed a song & dance right before the ending act — thank u, next. “I just wanna say, thank you so much for coming, for being here, for supporting me, for listening to my music and being here. Especially thank you to Tom,” You turn to him with your lip jutted out a bit, smiling through an exhale. “For being my number one supporter for all the days and, hopefully, the many more to come. I hope you enjoy this last one,” You smile. “We’ll be right back for ‘thank u, next.’” You smile again, nodding and waving.

You catch sight of Tom, who’s looking at you with such a loving expression that you can’t help yourself. Your feet move before your brain can protest, and you’re running towards the stairs, leaning over the railing just a bit. You’re on the third step, pulling Tom in for a kiss you couldn’t wait for. Slightly, you can sense people are recording, and you smile into the kiss. Tom has to stop himself from moaning aloud.

“See you soon,” you whisper before running off with your backup dancers, finding your way backstage for one final time this night.

“Race ya!” 🥺🥺🥺

can you do a rogers!daughter x Peter Parker where he confesses his love to her after a battle and the avengers hear on coms

loved this a lot <3 (might do a part two. lemme know if y’all are interested hehe)

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You’re paired with Wanda and Clint for the latest mission: invading HYDRA for the super-soldier serum. It’s hard work, and you’ve been fighting for a good hour. You’re getting closer to the center, and as you consistently report back to your dad and Tony through the comms, you can’t help but feel like something else is bound to happen. Sure, you’re your father’s kid, and maybe you inherited a few of his enhanced abilities, but you’re wearing down the line and your muscles are starting to ache in that familiar overworked way.

“How’s it going down there?” You hear your dad through your earpiece, and with a final punch to one of the guards, you wheeze out a response.

“Fine, just clearing out the area. Are we clear to enter yet?”

“Almost.”

You hum, turning the corner with your gun up front, just as Natasha had trained you so many times before. “I’m all clear over here.”

“Proceed to the lab. Tell me if anything goes sou-”

You don’t get to hear the end of your dad’s sentence, because somebody sends you a harsh blow to the side of your head, momentarily interfering with your senses. You go stumbling to the floor, muttering a quick “fuck” under your breath.

Turning over, you move to get up, but somebody picks you up by the collar of your suit. Suddenly, you feel cold metal against your temple and you know someone’s pointing a gun at you.

“Make a move and you’re dead meat,” he seethes out. His grip on you is strong, and you blink away harsh tears while attempting to stop your winced expressions of pain. You swallow thickly, and more voices come in through your comms.

“Y/N?” Steve yells, worried. “Y/N are you okay?”

Wanda’s voice runs through your ears, “Steve, someone’s holding her hostage!”

“Who’s down?” Tony butts in.

“Y/N,” Sam fills in. “Scanner shows a gun to her head.”

“Wait, Y/N?” You hear Peter, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. God, what you would give to be with Peter instead of this HYDRA agent. “Is she alright? What’s happening? Where is she?”

“Kid, I need you to not panic,” Tony says, thrusting upwards while he flies over a portion of the building to find Steve. “Y/N’s got a gun to her head and we can’t risk anything right now.”

“Right,” Peter swallows, “Sorry.”

“Does anyone have any ideas?” Wanda inquires before sending another agent flying into the wall.

“I do,” your father barks, vibranium shield coming into contact with a man who has a gun. He pushes the door open, “Attack.” He makes his way through the hallways and corridors, hoping to find any trace of you.

“Steve, you need to be careful. We don’t know what this guy can do.” Sam reports flying alongside Tony while the two of them find Peter webbing a few people to the walls of the building.

“You okay, kid?”

Peter nods at his mentor’s question. “We need to help Y/N.” His voice comes off frantic and worried, and if this were any other occasion, Tony would’ve teased him for being so protective of you.

“Tell me what you’re here for,” the man with a gun and an awfully shaved beard questions you, the gun nudging further into the side of your head.

Your jaw clenches and you swallow again, “I’m not telling you anything.”

The man makes a move to do something, and you know it can’t be good.

Suddenly, the hairs on Peter’s neck stand upright and his Peter Tingle goes off hazardously. He pauses where he is, stopping his movement while he blinks in surprise, senses going into overload. Suddenly, he makes the connection, and in a split second, he’s running so fast Tony can’t even register where he’s going and what he’s doing.

“Kid! Hey!”

Peter bursts through the door, web slinging and snatching the weapon right out the agent’s hand before he can even blink. You gasp in surprise, head shooting in the direction of Spider-man.

Peter blows a hit to the man’s head, successfully knocking him out in one hit. He’s at your side in seconds, questions flying out while you try to adjust to the quick change in situation.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Peter, I’m fine,” You assure him, bringing his hands away from your face.

He doesn’t get the message though, and his hands fly back up to your face, allowing you to nuzzle into his glove-clad palm. He uses his hands to turn your face, inspecting your eyes and cheeks and jaw for scratches and bruises. He’s muttering under his breath, frantic and paranoid.

“Pete, Pete,” You hold both of his hands, keeping them away from your face. “I’m fine. Are you alright? Why’re you so worried?”

The eyes of his suit widen and he backtracks slightly, but not enough to lose physical contact with you.

“Why am I so worried? You just had a gun to your head, Y/N! You could’ve died!”

“But I didn’t.”

“But you could’ve!” He huffs, neither of you realizing that the entire team can hear you through the comms — and that they are. “That guy could’ve killed you! We could’ve lost you- I could’ve lost you!”

“Peter, it’s part of the job,” You calm him down with a humorless chuckle, slightly wary of where this is going. “This wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. But you saved me,” He tries to dodge your hands but you persist, bringing him close. “You saved me, Peter.”

“But what if I didn’t?”

“You did.”

“But what if I don’t make it next time, huh?! What do I do then?”

You click your tongue, glancing around at the barren room and the man passed out on the floor. You take a step closer to Peter.

“You see that over there?” You point towards the glass container. “That’s the super-soldier serum.” You don’t hear the gasps of the Avengers. “You just saved my life and retrieved them. There’s no ‘what if’ when it comes to your abilities, Peter. You made it.”

He’s quiet for a few beats. “I don’t want to lose you,” He confesses, whispering it while leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

You blink in surprise but his eyes are shut while he stays put against your face. His lips are mere inches from yours, and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. The two of you are too caught up in the moment to hear everyone else gasping at Peter’s confession.

“Yeah?” You interlock your fingers, your other hand slowly taking the flap of his mask and dragging it up above his lips. His breath fans your face, and your eyelids flutter shut for a moment. “I love you, too.” It comes out as a whisper, and before you know it, Peter’s leaning in and so are you. And for a split second you realize this is your best friend that you’re kissing, but then you realize that it feels so right.

Meanwhile, Tony turns to Steve with wide eyes and Rhodey is mouthing “did you know?” to anyone who can answer. Tony puts his hands up defensively, feigning innocence, and both men turn to look at Steve, who’s beside Bucky and Sam now.

“Well?” Tony whispers?”

“I didn’t know!” Steve defends, grumbling a “not like I’d approve of it anyways.”

“I knew,” Bucky raises his hand.

“Yeah, and me,” Sam agrees and Bucky rolls his eyes with a scoff.

“No you didn’t. She told me.”

“Yeah and she told me, too.”

“Well she told me first.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes it is! I-”

“Guys!” Wanda cuts them off. She uses her head to motion towards a room, and heads turn in the direction of you and Peter, who are walking out with a briefcase full of the remaining serums.

“We good?” You ask as Peter pulls his mask down over his mouth and nose. Everyone nods and you walk over to your dad’s side.

“You okay, honey?”

“Fine, dad. Let’s just get out of here.”

He nods before looking at Tony. “Circle around the building and report back. Meet you on the quinjet in five.”

Peter smirks behind his mask when he realizes Bucky, Steve and Sam are all going to run their ways back to the jet.

“Race ya!” he yells before grabbing hold of your waist and thwipping up into the air. You scream in delight and Steve watches the two of you leave. Sam laughs at his seemingly protective-dad-mode.

You know a story is good when it irritates the hell out of you 😍😂

invisible string: part 5 - missing your smile

pairing: soulmate!peter parker x reader

summary: mj knocks sense into peter at one in the morning, peter steals ice cream from tony stark’s kitchen, morgan learns a new word, harry the mama hen fusses over peter who has no regard for his health and you should’ve kept her window locked

word count: 30.6k (what is wrong with me, i’m so sorry)

warning: typos, swearing, peter being a dumbass, mentions of sex, brief mention of uncle ben’s death and funeral, kissing at the end (I’d rather call it making out) gwen

a/n: okay, this took a while. I’ve been feeling a little disconnected to the story, but I hope it doesn’t affect my writing. thank you so much for waiting, please enjoy!! I am a hoe for feedback, I’d love to hear your thoughts! :)) 

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“Hello?" 

"Y/n is ignoring me,” peter sniffled, itching his face over the mask, leaning back as he let his feet dangle off the side of the building, perched on the edge of the terrace, “again." 

"I hate you,” MJ grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she rolled in bed, the phone slipping from her hand, “go fuck yourself." 

"I know you told me not to,” peter ignored her, licking his lips as his eyes drifted back to your window, the curtains were pulled back, a low golden glow illuminating your glass window, “but I called her again–”

MJ let out a frustrated groan, picking up her phone, “peter–" 

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This just seems so realistic to me lol

Hi. I was wondering if you could do a tomxreader story where the reader does the ‘slam the car door prank’ and Harrison and his brothers are all in the car going “ OH you f-cked up man”

hope u like<33

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Today was just a low-key Saturday spent with Tom and the boys: Harry, Harrison, Sam and Tuwaine.

Sure, you don’t play as many video games as them, and you don’t go through as many beers as them, but you consider yourself just as close to them as Tom is. It’s sweet really, even if you all don’t always get along.

Tonight, you’re voting on where to eat dinner. You bargained for Italian food, but after Tom brought up barbecue, everyone had outvoted you and you ended up going into town for some good roasted meat.

Tom sat beside you, hand on your thigh while everyone eats and converses about last week’s golf results and an upcoming project Harrison has. You can’t help but feel a little neglected, but you’re not upset about it. You like the opportunity to stay on the sideline and observe Tom in his home, being with his family and those he truly cares about.

Harry and Tuwaine go to the bathroom together while fighting about who spilled the sauce on Harry’s hand. You’re chuckling to yourself, on your phone and scrolling through your for-you-page. You scroll across a certain trend you want to try out immediately. Tom pays the check while Harrison flirts with the waitress who, by the looks of it, seems to be flirting back. You’re proven correct when she gives him her number.

“Sorry we couldn’t get Italian, love,” Tom says after setting the bill down and putting his wallet back in his pocket.

It’s the first time you’ve truly talked to him in the last seven hours. You smile, shaking your head. “‘S fine. No worries, baby.”

He smiles, wrapping an arm around you while Harry and Tuwaine come back.

“We ready to go?”

Harrison nods, waving goodbye to the waitress and you scoot out of the booth, linking your hands with Tom. The six of you make your way to the minivan. Tom has the keys, so you call shotgun, something that has Harry and Sam groaning.

“You got it on the way!”

“Well you got your barbecue so it’s only fair!”

“I thought we were going to get ice cream because you didn’t get to eat your Italian food,” Harry brought up.

“Yeah!” Sam says while climbing into the backseat. You roll your eyes while sitting in the front seat.

Tom ends up getting into the conversation, distracting himself just enough to give you the perfect opportunity to set your phone up and start recording the prank.

“Oh shit,” You mumble, pretending to search through your purse.

“What’s up, love?” Tom asks, twisting back around in his seat to face forward, eyes trained on you.

“I think I left my keys at the table.” You look up, and when Tom doesn’t offer to go get them for you (you suspected he wouldn’t, so you didn’t expect it from him or anyone for that matter), you pretend to scoff quietly. “I’ll be right back.”

You open the car door, stepping out before slamming it loudly and harshly. The car is dead silent, watching as you make your way back into the building.

“Oh man…” Sam trails off, scratching his head.

“You seriously fucked up,” Harrison comments and Tom’s eyes go wide while he turns around to look at them.

“What?”

“Yeah,” Harry laughs humorlessly. “She’s so obviously pissed.”

“Why?” Tom expresses his worry.

“You didn’t get the dinner she wanted? You didn’t go get her keys for her? You didn’t talk to her at all today?” Tuwaine offers from the backseat.

Tom curses under his breath, but when Harry points towards the front of the car, they see you approaching and rush around to act normal. Tom spins back around in his driver’s seat, and as you open the car door, he swallows his heart and takes a deep breath.

You slam the car door again, something that makes Tom wince. When you finally settle into the seat, hands clasped on your lap, Tom turns to look at you with guilty eyes. You can’t believe the video is still recording.

“Y/N/N…” he says softly. “I’m sorry, love.”

You look at him with furrowed brows.

“I know you didn’t really want barbecue and I should’ve just let you get it but I’m a div and I’m really sorry and we can go get ice cream right now and watch whatever movie you want for movie night. I’m really sorry, please don’t be ang-”

“Tom, Tom, Tom,” You slow him down, hands shooting up to try and suppress your laugh. “Tom, it was a tiktok prank.”

“A what?”

“A… uh, a tiktok prank.” You repeat it quietly.

You hear Harry laugh first and Tom looks at him wildly before pointing to the phone.

“You mean- you mean that was a- a joke? You’re not actually mad at me?”

You reach across the car console to hold his face in both your hands. “No, baby, I’m not.”

“Oh thank fuck,” he breathes out, pulling you towards him for a kiss. It lasts longer than any of the boys like.

“Okay, gross. I want ice cream now, so get the car started.” Harrison pretends to gag and him and Sam snicker in the backseat.

Tom rolls his eyes but starts the car nonetheless. He looks at you with a soft smile, one you mirror.

“So… any movie, you say?”

“We’re not watching Pretty Woman again, Y/N!”

THIS TOM. Being completely ENTHRALLED with her face. Just too much I am in love. And the Sam content as well 😭😭

The Sweet Spot || Tom Holland Smut

chef!reader x actor!tom — smut.

summary ↠ life is good with sam holland as your best friend. together, you own and manage london’s newest up-and-coming restaurant: the sweet spot. it’s just an added bonus that his brother happens to be incredibly attractive… ↠ chef!reader, best friend’s brother au. warnings ↠ the general angst that comes with a forbidden romance, some swearing, a lot of food, food prep + booze, and it gets steamy. this fic is nsfw 18+ (extended smut warnings below cut), but is otherwise very gentle! word count ↠ 22.5k. a/n ↠ I watched a gordon ramsay video called ‘how to skin and debone a fish’ about twenty times in prep for this fic despite being a vegetarian lmao, pls appreciate my hard work gfdhgfhdg. this story took me a sickening amount of time to write, and I really hope you’ll like it! a huge thank you to @cali-holland​ for being a legend and editing this for me. sammy, you are my saviour, thanks for being better at grammar than me + sharing your very amusing pain-med-induced reactions with me. ily <3 +++ additional thank yous to all the anons who suggested plot points for this! I wish I could credit you better, but just know that I would’ve never written this without half the ideas that were sent in. I loved being able to integrate some of the concepts into this story, and I hope that you enjoy it! 

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“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”  OKAY IM SORRY WHAT

Bucky stole my heart here and I ain’t normally a metal arm fan but damn

hey queen! i was wondering if i could request a bucky x avengers! reader, they’re both just hella touch starved and have a day off at the compound. Basically just in-depth detailed cuddling w our fav brooding bitch with the metal arm<33 i adore ur fics!!

stars shining [bucky barnes fluff] 

➽ pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 538 ➽ summary: see above!!  ➽ warnings: too much fluff ➽ a/n: enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio :) 

Saturdays were like holy days at the Compound. Unless there was an urgent mission, Saturdays were what Rogers and Bucky and the other military guys called “down days”. It was for sleeping in late, laundry, grocery-store runs, whatever needed to be done. The sleeping late bit would have been glorious, except for the fact that your bed partner apparently had a thing against it. 

The alarm went off at four-thirty, just like every other morning, and you groaned. “Jesus Christ, Buck,” you grumbled. “It’s Saturday.” 

“I have a schedule,” Bucky said simply. You could tell that he was hardly awake, his voice deep and raspy from sleeping with his mouth open, and you knew that it wouldn’t take much to convince him to stay in bed. 

“C’mon, baby,” you said softly and reached out for him. It was dark in the room and you groped blindly for a minute before your hand was filled by his cold metal fingers. “Just five more minutes?” 

Bucky sighed out your name, obviously exasperated. “I have to keep with the schedule--” 

“But I’m so cold,” you whimpered. “Bucky, please, baby. Just lay down with me for five minutes. You can spare five minutes, right?”

Bucky gave a little huff and he laid back down next to you. You clung to his arm and slung it around your chest, and you gave a little squeak as you settled back into his warm chest. Cuddling with Bucky was such a privilege to you, even if he hated it 90% of the time. However, that other 10%... 

“You smell nice,” Bucky whispered, and he pushed an errant lock of hair out of your face. 

“Thanks,” you replied. “You always smell really nice too.”

With that, you felt Bucky’s entire weight settle down beside you, and you knew that five minutes would turn into however long you wanted. He tugged you closer, laying a leg over yours, and you felt his breathing and heartbeat against your back. Bucky hardly ever slept and, when he did, it was erratic, so you enjoyed the moments where he was still and content. You could always tell when he was happy; he sighed and hummed gently, and you could feel the difference in your heart. 

Bucky’s beefy chest was almost hot against your back, and you took his metal hand in your own. In the dim light of the room, you saw the deft fingers whirring, and you placed soft kisses to his fingertips. You seem like you’ve had a really hard few weeks,” you whispered. 

Bucky hummed and nodded. “Just glad you’re here,” he said. “I feel better with you in my arms.” 

You carefully turned around to face him, and you found his blue eyes watching you. His hair was wild with sleep, and you placed a soft kiss on his nose as you threaded your fingers through his hair. “I feel better being in your arms,” you told him. “Feel so warm and safe and loved…”

“You should,” Bucky whispered. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.” 

That made you smile, and you smushed your cheek into his chest. “Go back to sleep, Buck,” you whispered. “And dream a little dream of me and you.” 

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