Turtletaylor98 - To Marry George🎉 Or Run Away With Peter🕸?

Sobbing? Me? N-No :(

OH GOD

OHMIGOD! This was the sweetest thing and I love it so much and I just-

As you can see, I'm trying to tell you to read it because its fudging awesome, okay? okay

Prince Zayn Malik

Pairing: Liam/Zayn

Rating: General

Summary: Zayn is a Prince who comes out on Ellen and reveals Liam Payne is his celebrity crush

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 :))

☀️ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐬

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.

🌱 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥

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

🌼 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭

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

☁️ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

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

Tagging some mutuals <3 @dracosathenaeum @teawiththeweasleys @fuckingdraco @ginnyweasly @cherie-draco @dreaming-about-fanfictions @anchoeritic @dracoslittlesunflower @dracoxspencersgirl @dracosaurusrex @malfoysstilinski @dracoscene @hellounicorn @amourtentiaa @astoria-malfcy​ @eunoniaa​ @holden-caulfield​ @babydraco04​ 

Hahahahahahhahahah homing of

Can we appreciate the fact that Tony needed like ten minutes to declare Loki as “his stuff”?

I was lying in my bed this morning and all of a sudden I got this really sharp pain right by my heart. I felt like I was getting stabbed in the heart. It lasted for about 15 seconds. My thoughts were racing and I was trying to breathe heavy to get it to go away and I thought I was going to die. This is the part where it applies to every single one of you. I’ve tried to take my life before, I’ve wanted to die so many times in my life, but when I felt like something was going to kill me without my control, all of those thoughts stopped. In my mind I was begging I would be okay. No matter how much you hate the world, no matter how much you hate yourself, there are answers that are better than death. Believe me. There are people that love you. I love you, for crying out loud. There are people who would be a wreck if you were gone. There is a reason we are all on this Earth, I promise you, even if you don’t see it now. If you’re feeling alone, know that the world can be a lonely place but it would be lonelier without you in it.

Hayley Williams (via hayleyfromparamore)

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!”

smile, darling: tom holland one-shot

a/n | was quite proud of myself for thinkin’ up this 1. also i’d like to get paid for taking pictures of tom please. screw the college degree. lengthy one shots are starting to become my staple huh

- anyway i’ve been feeling really burnt out lately so i’ll probably be taking a little writing break after this ♡

summary | tom holland is completely over paparazzi, tracking and exploiting his every move. that is, until he runs into one that he just can’t help but smile for.

cw | tom x paparazzi!fem!reader. language, alcohol use, a classic meet-cute, angst, relatively vanilla shower sex, fluff for days. 5.6k words.

pov: tom

The blinding flashes of old-fashioned bulb cameras were never a phenomenon easy to get used to.

He’d cast empty smiles, try to drown out the noise of the crowd of reporters as he whisked by. There was never a way for him to get out of the hubbub fast enough.

When he did take the chance to look around the sea of paparazzi, it was blurry nameless faces; people he didn’t know who were only interested in selling him to the media. As if the internet didn’t already have enough pictures of him being a celebrity, being the center of any and all attention, even occasionally trying to be a normal person. But he never got very far with that—it’s simply unnatural for someone to be the focus of a picture when they’re just trying to buy a cup of tea.

Wearing sweats out for a jog became a fashion statement, hugging an old female friend became a scandal. These people were relentless, squeezing every little bit of life out of him to meet a quota. Turning him into an object, a subject, pretty much everything under the sun except human.

One face he picked out from the usual crowd was different, though—younger, prettier, less chaotic. She was happy to be in the back of the swarm of cameras, oftentimes missing the perfect shot because she was just watching—her camera pointed toward the ground. She tried to see life before her through her own eyes and not the pupil of the lens. He noticed her at the events she attended, but never gave her a thought past the millisecond they made eye contact. That is, until they locked eyes for more than a split second; when she singlehandedly saved his sorry ass.

pov: you

You didn’t like your job.

You had gotten into photography to capture the beautiful stillness of nature, to be able to stare at the subject of your photo for hours on end and still get the perfect shot after basking in the reality of it for long enough. But dreams mostly stay dreams, and when you were offered a job as a photographer for a tabloid, you swallowed your pride and accepted. Dreams are wonderful and all, but they can’t pay your rent.

So you resigned yourself to capture the opposite of what you wanted—chaos, crowds of thousands, movie stars moving a mile a minute. You got enough content to keep your position, but you often found yourself trying to take in the essence of the scene before getting the perfect shot, and by then, the celebrity in question was gone. Your life had become a whirlwind, and all you wanted to do was stand still.

So, the day you were stationed outside of the hotel in Atlanta, told by your boss to keep your feet planted on the nondescript side street until you saw anyone of importance walk by, you were thrown off when the star of the movie came out of the doors to the service entrance with flask in hand and bags under his eyes, completely unaware that you were standing there. He flicked a burnt cigarette butt onto the ground and stepped on it, taking a swig from his canister. When he turned his head and saw you, you had your camera pointed directly at him; and to put it lightly, he freaked the fuck out.

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This is the truest thing that I have ever read in my entire life like, asxjlfghasfklag

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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