HAPPY NEW YEAR OF 2014

YOU GUYS, I'M SCREAMING

Oh my god so in-case you didn’t know harry styles Favorited a porn tweet on twitter and some of the stuff I’ve seen is amazing 

Here’s the tweet (i’m not gonna add the pic for obvious reasons, but it’s in his twitter favs)

There are 2 types of people in this world and this is a perfect example:

i cant breathe 

omg

*evil cackle ^^*

THEN you have the ones who believe harry is an innocent angel and I just…

🥺🥺🥺 ripped in 2

i’ll love you forever (fred weasley x reader)

summary: Life or death isn’t a hard choice when Fred is involved. Or you die in place of Fred

a/n: Idk why but I really wanted to write just a small little thing like this. sorry for the retag! it wouldn’t show up in the tags -_-

warnings: Mentions of the battle/war, blood, injury, explosions. Character death. Fred lives but he is sad

Loud footsteps echo down the hall as Fred runs to find someone, anyone recognizes. A black cloud of smoke blurs his vision as he’s tackled to the ground by a death eater.

Smoke burns his eyes as he grabs blindly for his wand. A flash of red light hits his chest sending him flying into the wall behind him. His wand rolls away just out of his grasp.

A masked death eater stalks towards him. Fred closes his eyes, thoughts of his family, George, you flash through his mind. If the last thing he remembers is your smile then he could go peacefully.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

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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!”

“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)

｡☆✼★━━ requests are closed ━━★✼☆｡

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.

😭

Sobbing? Me? N-No :(

OH GOD

misha collins is an absolute chaotic enigma of a man. he got arrested for attempted bank robbery because he decided to climb on top of a bank to read a book. he held up traffic in the middle of the highway by throwing a tea party in the middle. he has stories about doing acid with his dad at burning man. he spent time in a tibetan monastery. he has a degree from the university of chicago and interned for bill clinton. and then he somehow stumbled onto a cw set. how. who is he. i simultaneously want to learn every detail about his life and also fear that would inflict deadly psychic damage 

3x18 - Riddled

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