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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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see u soon

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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.

“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.” 

don’t lie the first time u read smut it was heterosexual and u typed in dirty one direction imagines

Okay invested as hell. Part 2 with the actual meeting and reader being nervous as hell is N E E D E D

Can you please write a fic where Tony think Peter is really innocent till he comes back to the compound with a hickey and the avengers are like "since when does Parker get action?" and they want to meet his girlfriend (reader)

hope u enjoy <3 (feel free to resend it if u want me to rewrite it)

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“Parker,” Tony doesn’t look up from the paper he’s writing on. “Do you want the blue or the red toothbrushes?” He’s currently restocking on items for the compound, Peter’s room included. He’s insistent on paying for it all in one big purchase, so there’s no opacity when it comes to living with the Avengers.

Peter hums. “Can you get the one with the science doodles on it?”

Tony nods, scribbling something down before spitting out another question. “Do you want the yogurt with the fruity designs or the one with the boring white label?”

“The fruity designs one tastes better.”

“Got it.”

With a few exchanged words, Peter is walking towards the elevator to go back to his apartment with May, where he’ll meet you for some other activities.

As a few hours pass, Peter is walking into the large kitchen of the compound. Tony and Steve are in the middle of a sea of grocery bags. Bucky, Natasha, and Sam are emptying the bags and handing the items to both Stark and Rogers. Wanda is seated on a kitchen stool, sipping some tea while engrossed in conversation with Vision.

“Hey,” Peter smiles at them, announcing his arrival.

“Where were you?” Wanda inquires curiously.

“With a friend.”

“Would a friend do that to your neck?”

Movements stop as eyes turn to Peter’s direction. His eyes go wide, and his hand slaps over his skin. But no fast enough, because Tony is gasping while Steve shakes his head disappointedly. Bucky is gagging from his stance, and Natasha rolls her eyes.

“You’re seeing someone?”

Peter blushes at Nat’s question, and he can feel himself burning up. He’s internally smacking himself for letting the evidence show that you two are together.

“Uhm… yeah. I have a girlfriend.”

Tony’s jaw is on the floor, feet moving faster than his brain. They’re gathering a little closer to Peter and away from the bags of groceries.

Peter wants to shy away from all of their gazes. He wants to crawl into your arms so nobody can see his blush but you. But, alas, he knows this moment is inevitable, and he faces it head on while it still hits him.

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Where’d you meet her?”

“Why haven’t we met her? When can we?”

“Uhm…” Peter scratches the back of his neck, collecting all of their words as best he can. “She’s- she’s in my physics lecture.” He smiles, blush spreading, brightening.

“How long have you been together?” Tony’s gentle, staying as calm as he can manage.

“Almost four months.”

“And you’re… fidaddling with each other already?”“Sam!” Natasha smacks his arm.

“He has like four hickeys on his neck!”

“He’s a teenager!”

“In college,” Bucky butts in, eyeing Peter and then Natasha. “They’re hormonal sex demons.”

“Oh god,” Steve rubs his forehead and his eyes. Tony scoffs, bewildered.

“He’s too… innocent to get to second base.”

“I don’t know…” Bucky purses his lips. “Those hickeys look pretty dark.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Language, please.”

“All I wanna know is when and how he started getting some.”

“You need to go out more if you want to get on his level.” Bucky smirks as Sam reacts the way he’d hoped he would: mouth dropping in a scoff with an eye roll.

“I think the real question here, though,” Wanda nudges her way to the front, where she can talk to Peter head on. “Is when can we meet her?”

“You- uh… you guys want to meet her?”

“Of course we do, Peter!” Nat smiles softly. “You’re an Avenger. Anyone you take in, we take in.”

“We protect everyone we love. Girlfriends included.” Sam agrees. Peter smiles at the inclusiveness of the superheroes. He nibbles on his bottom lip before breaking out in a smile, nodding.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll… I’ll ask her.”

Sam and Bucky take that as their cue to go back to their tasks, and they indulge themselves in a conversation about who your favorite Avenger might be. Peter refrains himself from rolling his eyes, still touched at the encounter.

“You could at least try to hide the hickeys.”

“Tony!”

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.

This idea of this happening is so hot and yet so 😬😬😬

of pubs and profs [tom holland smut]

➽ pairing: tom holland x reader (Y/N)

➽ summary: you have what you consider the best night of your life, but quickly discover that it was with the worst person possible. 

➽ word count: 4.7k

➽ warnings: MINORS DNI. smut, explicit language, fingering/oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (i am begging yall to wear a condom irl).

➽ a/n: big ups to @strawberrytom​ for proofreading this bc it wouldve been a hot mess without you <3 thank u babes request guidelines!!// send me a request!! // add yourself to my taglist!! // buy me a coffee!!

➽ tags (crossed out means i couldn’t tag you!):  @strawberrytom, @pastelpuffbar, @tomthetease, @sonnydoesrandomshit, @satanssugar, @kenyi0325, @avengerlex, @simsiddy, @iaalien, @dpaccione, @lmaotshollandd, @unicornpajamas, @kylobien, @marvel-moviesfan, @turtletaylor98, @thegirlwiththediary, @outshineallthestars, @saracsticallywitty15, @psychkunox, @yazzyu​

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Okay, so I am leaving on vacation tomorrow, for a week long trip with my mom, my mom's best friend, and my little sister to visit colleges. So here we go, trip log has officially started.

Today my mom picked up the rental car that we now have (a black Ford SUV, which is SUPER NICE) and we started AND finished packing. Did all the laundry, and am now getting ready to sleep as much as I can to get up at 6:30 in the morning to leave by 7.

I am feeling kind of nervous, but excited at the same time. Visiting five colleges in one week will be stressful, and I need to make sure to stay organized and try to maybe write down certain things about every school so I don't get confused.

I can't wait to visit them though, and see what the University of Tennessee, the University of Georgia (Bull Dogs!), the University of Tampa, The University of Florida (Go Gators!), and the University of Alabama (Maybe) have in store for me.

Stay tuned!

Taylor

PS. I can not wait to see you again Kathy and Rob!