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

I mean just WOW

Invisible string | p.p

summary: you were content with the way your life was, until you woke up with a red string wound around your fingertips. And the red string just had to link you to your best friend, Peter. Now you were subjected to a possible life of no love as you watched Peter, your soulmate, fall for someone else all the while getting fucked over by the universe in the worst way possible.

warnings: childhood best friends to lovers, soulmate au, slow burn, unrequited love turned into mutual pining lol, angst with a happy ending.

status: on-going

↳ zero: invisible string (tying you to me)

↳ part I: when he makes you smile

↳ part II: her picture in your wallet

↳ part III: slipping through my fingertips

↳ part IV: missing your smile

↳ part V: wrapped around my fingers

↳ part VI: it’s always been you

↳ part VII: your hand in mine

↳ moodboard

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one direction on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/50210305/via/xtimelessbzz

Zanessa ♣ Ryan Muirhead Photoshoot

I did/still so ship them!!! They look so cute don't they???

In regards to my pictures...

I figured I would write my thoughts on it all. After having a night to sleep on it and a day to reflect, I think there has been ample time to gather my thoughts while the encounter is still fresh. First off, I will state that the reason I’m making light of the situation is because I don’t think what I did was wrong. To be blunt, I was proud of my progress in the gym, thought I looked hot, and wanted to share it. I’m of the mindset that whoever you are, if you are proud of your body and want to show it off, so be it! You do you. There is an odd taboo with the human form (especially in the USA) and I don’t particularly think its a good thing to teach people that you should “hide yourself” as something incredibly sacred. Blah blah blah, that’s a medieval notion. Secondly, the real problem here was not me sending my pictures to someone, but rather, sending them to the WRONG someone. The real travesty is a misplaced trust, and while I am certainly to blame for it, it is a shame that my private life was somehow forcibly dragged into the public’s perception of me. What is wrong is that, generally I try to stay cool and collected with my prose and a role model for kids (maybe not anymore shamefully) and this seemingly inconsequential act will likely affect the youth’s impression of me. Not only that, but I worry somewhat for my artistic integrity, and my academic integrity. Not exactly ideal, but I’m to blame and I’ll look this incident in the eye like a man. I did it, but I’d be damned if I didn’t own that shit like Beyonce would want me to. Finally though, and I think that this is the most important part, because of this, I gained 200,000 followers on twitter, 40,000 followers on tumblr, and 20,000 followers on instagram…. It seems to me that the majority of people are actually praising this act as some sort of device to receive fame (or infamy). Why? I have no clue, I don’t entirely condone it though. I’ll make it clear my intent was for this not to happen, and how it has affected me so positively is an enigma to me that rings true of the human condition. Maybe people just like to see others mess up? I’m German by blood, so I feel you on that.

tl;dr? I was proud of myself and my progress since I was 14 and husky, I’m not proud of this incident’s potential lasting effects on my academic and artistic integrity. But I’m making the best of it through humor and I’m getting this shirt made today:

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He was scared to love again 🥺🥺

Single dad Tom going on multiple dates with the reader and at family dinner night with his parents, his son/daughter blurts out "daddy's got a girlfriend and he's in looooove" and his parents instantly want to meet her

— clearing out my inbox : requests closed —

a/n: so cute :’)

warnings: fluff + dexter embarrassing his dad

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tom and his eight-year-old son, Dexter, were over at Tom’s parents, who had invited them both to dinner to catch up. The dinner was going smoothly smoothly, all filled with giggles and laughs. Until it wasn’t fun. For Tom at least.

The topic of conversation now shifted to Tom’s love life.

Tom hadn’t dated anyone since the day, Amy — Dexter’s mother, and his ex-girlfriend — had left him. Until he met you.

You were everything he’d ever imagined. You with your beautiful smile, your glistening eyes, and your adorable smile. He was smitten.

He’d taken you out on a few dates and sparkes definitely flew between you two. You liked him, he liked you. What was stopping him from making you his?

He was scared to love again.

He didn’t want you to leave him, like Amy did. He didn’t want to lose you.

So, he’d been putting it off until he was really sure.

The only person who knew about you was Dexter, after he’d caught his dad talking to a girl named Y/N well late into the night when he’d came into his room because he had a nightmare.

That night, Tom gushed all about you to his little son, his heart fluttering at the thought of you.

Dexter was a smart boy. He noticed the way his fathers eyes glimmered whenever he talked about you, the smile on his lips made him smile. Dexter had never seen his father this happy. His father was happy and so was he.

But as kids do, Dexter never missed an opportunity to tease his father. And when the topic of his fathers love life was brought up by his grandmother — it was the perfect opportunity.

“Tom, darling, are you seeing anyone? Its been...quite some time since Amy.” She gave him a tight lipped smile, apologetically.

Tom froze, his eyes widening slightly, staying silent, trying to conjure up an answer. What he didn’t notice was Dexter’s eyes and the mischievous glint in them.

“Grandma! Daddy’s got a girlfriend, and he’s in loooove,” The little boy giggled, as everyone’s head whipped around to look at him, including Tom’s, who’s eyes widened further, and his lips parted in shock.

“Dex, what did you say?” Harry asked the little boy, who was playing with the brocoli on his plate.

“Daddy’s got a girlfriend and her name is—”

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Tom cut Dexter off, as the young boy laughed at his fathers flushed face which was filled with embarrassment.

“Tom, is that true? You have a girlfriend?” Nikki smiled, her heart exploding in happiness at the thought of his son finally finding love once again. Tom sighed, knowing there was no way out of this.

“Well, not quite, we’ve just gone out on a few dates, nothing much.” He answered, before quickly shoving his mouth with food to avoid any further questions.

The rest of dinner was filled with questions about you, the girl they’d came to know as Y/N, the girl who’d made Tom’s heart do somersaults just at the mere mention of your name.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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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!”

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

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