can not contain excitement

The 100 cast on interviews: a summary
  • Bob: Cute/shy as hell. Smiles a lot. Sweaty. Answers Bellamy questions only. Accent.
  • Eliza: Pls no more bellarke. Also accent. Loves kids/motherhood. Can't contain her excitement on Maddie.
  • Lindsay: Laughs a lot/really loud. Sexy. Loves answering all questions. Is pumped 24/7.
  • Richard: Resting bitch face. Laughs at everything Bob says. Pays zero attention to the interview.
  • Marie: Sassy af. Doesn't care about giving spoilers. Gives always the same answers.
  • Chris: Speaks only once to say something incredibly funny/clever. Observer. Looks like he's about to cry 99% of the time.
it's you (that makes my heart beat)

The first letter appears when she is thirteen. She feels a burning sensation on her wrist, panic flaring at the sudden pain but it quickly turns to excitement when she sees the ink form into the shape of a T.


She shows her parents, happy at the thought of soon meeting her soulmate. The first thing she does is Google names with the letter T.


She’s fourteen when she meets Ty. He hasn’t gotten any letters yet and she’s not quite sure she loves him, yet. But it could be him. They date, she kisses him, she feels empty.


She asks her mom how she felt when she met her dad and She deflates when the lovesick poetic description of feeling complete and ethereal love. She’s never felt like that with Ty.


She’s fifteen and She knows it’s not him, he knows it’s not her. She hates the way his eyes light up when he meets her friend (teammate), Amanda. And she hates the look that mirrors Amanda. And they both still don’t have any letters but they are hanging out all the time. It doesn’t bother her until they start excluding her. It’s then when she no longer can live in denial.


It’s petty, she’s jealous and she does something stupid.


She sends the picture to Ty and it all comes crashing down. They fight, she can’t remember what’s said but she knows it’s harsh but what kills her is when he shows her the A on his wrist. But it’s what he says afterwards that completely breaks her.


“Hopefully you never meet your soulmate because you don’t deserve them.”


And it angers her so much because it’s true. She knocks his tooth out (they put it back).


That night a R appears after the T. It’s bittersweet she thinks as she feels asleep with tears in her eyes. She uses her watch to cover her wrist after that day and vows tip forget about her soulmate. 



Trini’s twelve when she gets the K. It’s bittersweet. 


She’s sitting at the dining table with her parents when she starts to feel like someone is dragging a razor across her skin. She lifts her sleeve up and jumps in astonishment as black ink begins to form a letter. Her parents watch in excitement with her and when the letter becomes clear they start spouting off names with the letter K; Kevin, Kyle, Karl. Trini’s heart breaks a little because she knows (hopes) that the name will be different. 


She thinks of Katie the cute girl who sits in front of her in English. Of Keisha who always smiles at her in the hallways. She wishes she could tell her parents. She wishes she could be honest. She wishes her parents would understand when she’s ready.


She brings Katie over for a study date. Katie who still hasn’t gotten any letters but has seen the K on her wrist and smiles often at her. Sometime later Katie leans over and lands a peck on her lips. Trini feels her face heat up. They go back to studying even though Trini can’t concentrate anymore. She can’t stop thinking about Katie’s soft lips. She can’t stop thinking about how nice it felt. She’s not sure if Katie is her soulmate but she wouldn’t mind kissing her again. 


They’ve been together for almost a year and Trini thinks she’s in love, she believes they might be soulmates. She feels the happiest she’s ever been. She still hasn’t told her parents but the suspicious looks her mother gives her makes her insides hurt. 


It’s when she’s thirteen that her world falls apart.


Katie comes in and She can tell that the girl is trying to contain her excitement but she’s bubbling with energy.


“I got my first letter.” Trini can tell the girl is trying (and failing) to sound disappointed.


It feels like her heart stutters. Katie reveals her wrist and a D is there flaring back at her.


“I’m sorry. Good luck with finding your soulmate.”


Trini never looks back up. Katie leaves and she doesn’t move. She feels empty in a way that it hurts. For the next week she refuses to go to school, refuses to answer her parents’ concerned questions and only eats the bare minimum. 


She gets an I following the K after that. But she’s numb, she doesn’t care. She could get a full name and still not be sure that she has found her soulmate. So many people share the same name. She’s not going to get hurt again. 


They move a month later.


She’s fourteen when her parents bring over Kaleb from church. She hates him. Hates the way his shirt is tucked into his jeans all nice and proper, hates how he addresses her parents as sir and ma'am, hates how he keeps trying to discreetly (and fails) glance at her bracelet covered wrist. She sees the T on his wrist and almost feels sorry for him. She ignores him throughout dinner as her parents encourage (push) her to converse with him.


“You’re wasting your time.” Trini finally mumbles without looking up but the silence that follows tells her that the whole table heard.


Her mother excuses her little brothers who take the chance and run to their room.


“I’m not your soulmate.” She finally looks at the boy.  She shows him her wrist, the two letters causing a delusury burning (she wishes she could rip her skin off), relief crosses his face and Trini scoffs.


“What are you waiting for, you know where the door is?” She pushes her plate away, not that she has ate much.  


“Trini that’s no way to treat our guest.” Her mom scolds her with a glare as Kaleb shifts uncomfortably in his seat, itching to get out of this place (just like Trini). 


“Why didn’t you tell us?” Her father presses gently.


It’s eating at her and if she holds it any longer she’ll drown. It comes from the back of her throat before she can think of the repercussions.


“Because I’m gay!”


Kaleb leaves after that. Her nightmares come true, her mom starts yelling at her amd she sits their unresponsive which only serves to fuel her mother’s anger. She yells at her for embarrassing her in front of a guest, for hiding things, and for saying nonsense. But what hurts more than her mother’s anger is the silence and look of disappointment from her father.


They move within three days.


The silence continues on her behalf. She didn’t think it could hurt more. But then her mother starts spouting off names again. Kirk, Killian, Kile. She starts avoiding dinners.


It’s not hard to find someone who deals. She does it to piss her mom off. She does it to forget. To feel something other than pain. The first time she smokes weed she has a coughing fit and wonders how the hell someone can like this shit. But eventually she gets the hang of it. She’s floating in a euphoric high, nothing can touch her.


Her vice (escape) only lasts a few months before her mom catches her. Finds a joint while snooping through her stuff. They threaten to send her to rehab. They move again.


Her mother’s questions continue but now a monthly urine test is added to the conversations. She stops if just to get her mother off her back. But she wonders what her  next vice will be.


At times when she’s showering, she considers grabbing the razor and dragging it across her wrist destroying the letters that only seem to bring her problems. But she can never being herself to do it.


She considers getting a tattoo to cover it. She knows a guy who’ll do it even though she’s a minor. She makes an appointment, shows up. It’s really sketchy, in his living room but he pulls out a brand new clean needle but before he can bring the needle to her skin she retracts. She needs to know the full mame first, know that her mother is wrong and that she’s not confused.


But she feels bad wasting this guys time so instead she opts for something different. She ends up getting a black and yellow sabre tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She knows her parents would kill her if they ever find out but that thought encourages her to go through with it. It stings in a way similar to when she got her letters.


She’s fifteen when her parents decide to move again. Destination: Angel Grove.


She doesn’t hate it as much as she thought she would. Her new vice becomes tai chi and heavy metal.


Not long after she turns 15 she gets her third letter. She sitting in the back row of her biology classroom when the familiar stinging sensation bolts her from her thoughts. The letter M appears and her breath catches as she glances up to look at the girl sitting a few seats ahead of her. Former head cheerleader fallen from grace, that’s as much as Trini knows.


It could be her or there could be different name on the girl’s wrist. Trini doesn’t want to know. 


She books it from class as soon as the bell rings and heads for the cliff. She runs, what’s the point of knowing her soulmate if her parents will force her to move eventually.


That night she meets the group of misfits. She thinks she dies but somehow wakes up alive and well in her bed the next morning. She wonders for a few minutes which option would’ve been better.


The day gets weirder but besides getting pulled over a cliff by none other than Kimberly Hart, the girl does not seem to act any different around her. Trini buries the disappointment and deems that the girl is not her soulmate.


And that thought is what makes her not run away and actually form a cautious friendship with Kimberly. Any doubts she has quickly fade, being around Kim is easy. She hasn’t felt quite is relaxed like this in a long time. She thinks she doesn’t need her soulmate when she has her friends, when she has Kim.



Kim can’t help but think it would be so easy if Jason Scott was her soulmate. He’s caring and kind but she has absolutely no romantic feelings for him. She has a T and an R on her wrist, and he has a W on one wrist and a Z on the other. He doesn’t talk about it, she doesn’t ask but she tells him everything and it helps that he forgives her for what she’s done considering she still hasn’t managed to forgive herself.


She grows closer to the rangers but closer to Trini. The girl whose like a grumpy cat but if she likes you, you’re one of the lucky ones. She’s not sure when it happens but they’re at the donut shop and it hits her. She doesn’t feel lonely anymore. 


Rita happens and she doesn’t have much time to dwell on her feelings. She hasn’t felt anger as heavy as when she sees the marks on Trini’s neck and she knows that when she gets the chance she’ll make Rita regret ever laying a hand on Trini.


Billy dies, Billy comes back to life and Rita gets bitch slapped into space. Things seem to finally be settling down.


They are all still friends and Trini’s still there. Kim can’t help but think how lucky she is to have her in her life, and she’ll do whatever she can to deserve her friendship.


A few weeks after the Goldar incident and Kim finds herself sitting on Trini’s couch for a Netflix marathon. Trini’s parents are out of town visiting family for the weekend and the boys had plans to work on Jason’s truck, which makes Kim glad she can spend some alone time with Trini.


3 things happen at once.


One: Trini reaches leans forward towards the popcorn and her sleeveless shirt shifts and Kimberly catches sight of yellow and black saber tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She feels her mouth go dry, stomach tighten and a slight throb between her legs. Her face heats up as she realizes she’s turned on by discovering that Trini has a tattoo. It hits her that she’s attracted to her best friend.


Two: the familiar burning sensation on her wrist comes. She moves her watch slightly to see a new letter begin to form. An I. Her heartbeat is so loud she hears it thumping in her ears. It’s like being thrown in cold water and she wonders how she never considered the possibility that the girl in front of her could be her soulmate. She looks at Trini and wonders if she knows, if she has any letters. It’s that moment that all the feelings she has been experiencing lately begin to make sense.


Three: as Trini reaches for the popcorn bowl her bracelets on her left hand shift and Kimberly catches sight of the three letters marking the skin. She freezes and her blood runs cold. Thoughts race through her head. Trini knew and never told her and there has to be a reason for that. She doesn’t want her, why else keep it a secret.


She goes through a rollercoaster of emotions in the span of a few seconds. Arousal, joy, (it’s a goal high) and then the hurt (a goal low). And it really fucking hurts knowing that your soulmate doesn’t want you, that you don’t deserve them.


She stands abruptly, the tv control falling to the wooden floor with a clash.


“Kim?” Trini turns to her with worry.


She runs.

Identity (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by youdovethroughaholeintheuniverse

Word Count: 1542

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: Believe me I know I haven’t posted in the longest time. It’s my final year of school and I just finished exams a week ago and I’ve been busy but i’m back :) I couldn’t not post when Spider-man homecoming is being released this week which i’m super excited for by the way I can’t contain my excitement I went out and brought a thwip! shirt i’m that excited for this movie. You can read part two , three , four and five here 

The web slinging crime fighting hero had been occupying most of your thoughts recently, ever since you came to the conclusion that he attended your high school. Your were convinced New York’s newest hero walked the same crowded halls you did every day since the time you saw Spider-man crawling out of an empty classroom window wearing a backpack and holding a math textbook in his hand. After that encounter your stubborn and determined attitude had to know the truth about the hero’s real identity and it was still eating away at you to this day. You’d always wanted to be a detective when you grew up and it was easy to see why as you weren’t ever happy unless you had all the answers. And recently the question “Who is Spider-man?” was swirling around in your mind.

“What makes you so sure he even goes here Y/N?” Your best friend Liz Allan questioned from beside you on the bench. Her words distracted you from your deep analysis of the class in front of you doing PE, your eyes searching the room for someone that could possibly be the masked vigilante. Turning towards your friend you slumped back in your seat already feeling bored of this free period. “I have proof, believe me Liz. I just can’t figure out exactly who it is yet.”

The dark haired girl seemed lost in her thoughts as she placed her chin in the palm of her hand, a small lovestruck smile gracing her lips. “Spider-man would have to be dark and mysterious…and incredibly handsome.” Rolling your eyes at Liz romanticising the super hero you playfully nudged her shoulder to snap her out of her thoughts. "Whoa someones got the hots for Spider-man.“ You playfully teased as a deep red coated your friends cheeks in embarrassment. It seems someone else was listening to your conversation as you notice your classmate Peter Parker look over at you and Liz with wide eyes, looking like he just paused mid sit up at the words that just left your mouth. However when he catches your gaze on him he abruptly goes back to what he was doing.

His actions left you confused, mostly to how the boy even heard what you were saying when he was on the other side of the room and as to why he would react in such a way. "Strange…” You muttered out as you focused your attention on the boy for a minute until you were rudely interrupted by your friend snapping her fingers in front of your face. “Hello? Are you even listening to me?" 

Shaking your head from your thoughts you turned your attention back to Liz. "Oh sorry what?” Letting out a sigh in annoyance at her friend, Liz crossed her arms in front of her showing her irritation. "I was saying I don’t have a crush on Spider-man.“ A snort accidentally escaped you at her blatant lies, she should know you can’t lie about such things to your best friend because they always know the truth. "Liz he saved you from dying one day and ever since you get all flustered when his name is brought up in conversation. Who are you trying to fool here? Come on i’m your best friend I notice everything." 

She appeared at a loss for words as she stared back at you, mouth slightly agape."Flash asked me to homecoming.” Her words were rushed out forcefully as she tried to change the subject from her feelings towards Spider-man. “Okay first off stop changing the subject and secondly please tell me you declined.” A groan passed your lips as she nervously looked away from you, already giving you the answer. You had the urge to pull out your hair in frustration at the situation, there was no one you despised more than Flash Thompson. “Seriously Liz?!" 

"I didn’t know how to reject him. I felt bad.” Her bottom lip stuck out expressing her unhappiness with the situation. You gently grabbed your friends hands in your own, your motherly instincts coming out as you were 97 days older than her and you would never let her forget it. "Sweetie you do not owe that guy anything.“ A sigh escaped her as she leaned into your shoulder for comfort. "I know I just…can we just not talk about it." 

A thought popped into your mind as she uttered those words causing another groan to leave your mouth. "Well who am I supposed to go with now?! We were gonna go together remember, since I’m forever single and all that.” You felt her mumble an apology into your shoulder but you didn’t need one, you’d already forgiven her. An idea popped into Liz’s head as she pulled apart from you all of a sudden. “Hey, if you found out Spider-man’s true identity then maybe you could go with him?” She spoke excitedly trying to make you feel better about the situation. But it failed to work as you doubt you’d find out who he really was in time for the dance, let alone the fact that a guy would never ask you to the dance. 

“Looks like i’m going with me, myself and I." 


Later that day you were planning to go to the library to study but didn’t make it far as someone sprinted around a corner and rushed straight into you. Immediately losing your balance you began to fall backwards, but before you could hit the ground you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist. Looking up your eyes met with those of Peter Parker. How did he catch you so fast? You never pictured Parker having such fast reflexes, they were almost unnatural. And his eyes are so much darker up close-

“Are you okay Y/N?” The sound of his voice breaks you out of your trance as you stand back up properly, feeling a blush forming on your cheeks which was surprising to you. Not once had a boy made you feel that way; fictional characters didn’t count. “I’m okay but uh thank you for catching me and all that Peter. So…where are you off to in a hurry?”

The boy seemed unprepared for the question as he fumbled over his words and providing a lame and non believable excuse. “Oh just uh-a thing." 

You couldn’t help the giggle that left your body at his words. "Sounds important.” Giggling? Since when did you giggle at a boy?! What on earth was going on with you right now.

Clearing his throat a little Peter appeared nervous at his next question. “Yeah, hey you’re best friends with Liz right?“ And there it was, the line that you’d been asked by countless boys already today and every day since the homecoming was announced. But for some reason when Peter asked the same question it caused your heart to drop a little and your throat to close up momentarily; you weren’t sure as to why you were feeling this way. Pushing away those feelings you put on a brave face and nodded in response. Oh god here it comes. He definitely wasn’t the first guy to ask her the same question today. 

"Do you…do you know if she has a date yet to homecoming?” Thinking back to Liz’s confession earlier that day your felt almost guilty that you had to crush this boys hopes of going with your friend. "I’m…i’m really sorry Peter. Tragically she’s going with Flash.“ His face noticeably dropped at this information and he switched his gaze down to his shoes trying to hide his emotions from you. "Oh. Well I gotta go, but it was nice talking to you Y/N." 

As she started running down the hallway again a sudden thought entered your mind. Peter was always running away and skipping classes this past year and it was strange to say the least. What could he possibly be doing that causes him to be absent half the time unless… 

"Parker wait!” He halted his movements at the sound of your voice and you quickly caught up to him with interrogation on your mind. Reaching for his arm you held onto it to keep him from running away from your questions, trying to ignore the strange feeling you got from touching him. “Where do you go every day Peter?" 

That one question made the boy visibly gulp, obviously he was trying to hide something and didn’t want anyone finding out. Your eyebrows furrowed as you observed the boys behaviour and another thought entered your mind. "And come to think of it, you’ve been acting awfully strange ever since that school trip to Oscorp last year.”  At those words he became even more nervous as he broke away from your grip and began running away from your questions. “I really gotta go. I’ll see you around Y/N." 

You watched as his body disappeared around the corner, could Peter possibly be the guy you’ve been looking for? It would make sense since he’s always running off and coming back with cuts and bruises, not to mention the new discovery of his advanced reflexes. And earlier today when he somehow heard what I said, it all makes sense now. "Holy shit, I think I found him." 

anonymous asked:

Mc gifting Jumin with another cat for Valentine's Day ?

[Jumin]

  • It was honestly unexpected
  •  You caught him off guard
  • He was expecting a new watch
  • Or a nice tie
  • Cuff links?
  • But…a kitten?!
  • You had him close his eyes and hold out his hands
  • And you placed the kitten in his palms
  • A small orange kitten
  • Jumin couldn’t help but smile immediately
    • “MC…”
  • He was speechless and grinning
    • “Her name is Pumpkin,” you smiled
  • He was looking at her cute little pink nose
  • And her cute little ears and paws
    • “This is…one of the most wonderful and thoughtful gifts I have ever received…”
  • He is honestly moved, just about to tears
  • His eyes are getting a little watery seeing this tiny creature in his hands looking up at him with soulful eyes
  • He is smitten by her
  • And by you
  • And Elizabeth 3rd is in his lap in no time, rubbing herself on the kitten
    • “Elizabeth 3rd loves her already,” Jumin beams
  • He is petting both of them
    • “Let’s go pick out a nice collar and bowl set for her”
  • Even though he is containing himself, you can tell he is excited
    • “That sounds wonderful,” you smiled
  • Of course, you took Elizabeth 3rd and Pumpkin along
    • “Elizabeth 3rd can help us pick things out”
  • Its one of the best Valentines Days for him
  • Actually
  • THE best Valentines Day he has ever had
  • Loves seeing how you light up as you look at all of the products and expensive collars etc
    • “Anything you see fit, my love”
  • This is one of the moments he has felt closest to you
  • Your heart and your warmth and soul is shining through
  • At whatever point, his focus has shifted from the cat to you
  • He is staring and smiling and taking you all in
  • Anything you want in that moment is yours
  • Whether it is for the cat or not
  • Of course, you don’t ask for anything for yourself
  • When you get home he makes you put the cat down
  • Pushes you against the wall
  • Not hard, but romantic and lovingly
    • “You are the most wonderful person I have ever met…”
  • He kisses you deeply
    • “Now…it’s time for you to receive your gift…”
  • It’s not just about the cat
  • Not nearly
  • But the only other person to give him an animal was Rika
  • Because he had been so detached from people
  • He mistook general affection for perhaps…something more?
  • Someone giving him actual conversation that wasn’t ass-kissing was new to him and caused him to misinterpret 
  • It was foolish
  • He knows that now
  • And to have a gift such as this, from someone he TRULY loves
  • Well…
  • He would wrap the world in a pretty little bow for you if it meant you would smile, only for a moment
  • He doesn’t want a house full of cats
  • That would be ridiculous
  • But a special gift like this from you is everything to him
  • He starts kissing your hands and moves up your arms
  • Kisses your neck
    • “I feel so lucky. I know your beautiful soul…I want to be the only one to know you in this way…”
Luckily Unlucky

Anon Request: Hi!! Thanks for your amazing writing, you are a blessing!! (A/N: you’re too kind :D ) Could you do a tom holland x reader where you’ve been together for a year or so but you have never really have had the chance to go and visit him on set because you’re busy with school but when you finaly do you can’t contain your excitement bc ur a really big Marvel fan and you geek out about everything, even the smallest things and Tom just finds you the most adorable human being and u also meet seb who’s ur celeb crush and u freak out

Warnings: a little language

robertdowneyjr  @tomholland2013 is bring his leading lady to set. Are we embarrassing him enough??

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It was hard to not scroll through Instagram without being bombarded with people tagging her in pictures hoping to be recognized by Tom, being sent direct messages asking for personal information about her and Tom’s relationship, and even having reporters pose as fans online. Social media became a form of hell for (Y/N) after she started dating Tom, but seeing the photo Robert Downey Jr. tagged Tom in earlier today had been a relief from the regular occurring torment.

“You didn’t tell me Benedict Cumberbatch was going to be there,” she gasped while turning to face Tom as he sat in the driver’s seat, maneuvering his way around Atlanta traffic.

“You’re such a Sherlock nerd I figured you’d deduce that much,” he replied with a smirk.

“Will you please just tell me who all is going to be there?” she begged.

“And ruin the surprise?” he laughed as (Y/N) continued to pretend pout in the passenger seat. As they pulled into a large parking lot surrounded by fences and electronic gates, (Y/N) shifted impatiently in her seat.

“Can you promise me one thing?” she asked as Tom looked over at her with a smile on his face as his eyes beamed into hers.

“Anything love,” he said softly.

“Don’t let me make a fool of myself,” she stated while only lead Tom into a lighthearted laugh. “I’m serious!” she quickly protested. “Don’t let me look like an idiot in front of anyone, okay?!” Tom continued to laugh and pursed her lips together and narrowed her eyes at him. Upon seeing this, Tom placed his hands on either side of her face and smiled.

“There is no way anyone could think you’re an idiot, (Y/N), but I will make sure you don’t turn into a luny fangirl in front of anyone,” he promised before placing his lips on hers.

“That is all I ask for,” she laughed in response as Tom pulled her into one last kiss before exiting the vehicle and hurrying to her door. From the outside, everything seemed normal; big white buildings towered over the trailers, golf carts hurriedly scurried through open pathways, and people walked wherever shade was available. There was nothing too different or exciting about set upon first laying eyes on it, and Tom knew this.

“What’s the matter?” he teased (Y/N), “Why aren’t you excited?” Figuring he was taunting her for getting herself worked up about a bunch of buildings, (Y/N) shrugged in a slightly defeated manner which only caused Tom to suppress the sly grin he had been hiding while his heart jumped from excitement. 

“What are all these buildings?” she asked, trying not to sound let down but rather inquisitive of her surroundings. 

“Different studios and such,” Tom continued while peeling away from his girlfriend’s side and bounding up a couple of metal steps toward a doorway. “This way, love,” he called to her as she continued her pace toward him. He opened the door and escorted her into the dark room. (Y/N) clung to Tom’s arm, afraid of getting lost and not being able to find her way out–a very realistic fear considering Tom once unknowingly abandoned her in an escape room filled with porcelain dolls.

Tom flicked the lights on, illuminating the room they stood in. Immediately, (Y/N)’s eyes flashed to Tom in excitement, anticipation, and a slight bit of fear. Looking around, she realized she must have been standing in the wardrobe department since individual sections for each of the sixty-something main characters wardrobe changes hung on racks beside their respective props.

“Am I even allowed to be in here?” she asked Tom who shrugged in response. Honestly, he didn’t know where (Y/N) could and could not go, but the wide-eye heart fluttering excitement that flooded her beautiful face was something he couldn’t pass up regardless of rules. “Is that–” she couldn’t finish her sentence before she took a few steps closer to the relic that appeared to Steven Strange: the cloak of levitation. “No way!” she yelled as her attention flashed to Red Wing, Anthony Mackie’s character’s ‘pet’ robot. “And the wing pack?” she gasped while picking it up and then hurriedly glancing at Tom. “Can I?”

“It’s not like Anthony’s my biggest fan anyway,” he teased and watched as (Y/N) slid her arms into the prop with its wings already extended. With her back toward Tom, she glanced down over her shoulder to look at the wing only to hear the snapping noise of Tom’s phone as he took her photo. “You look much better in that than Anthony,” he teased.

“Don’t you dare send that to him!” she shouted. 

“Fine,” Tom sighed, “I won’t yet.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and then quickly put the prop back where she found it before rushing over to Peter Quill’s prop and wardrobe station. Immediately she put on the helmet, strapped the walkman to her belt loop, and held up his blaster and waited for Tom to take her picture again. For the next hour Tom followed his giddy girlfriend around as she grabbed whatever prop she could find and posed dorkily with them. By the end, in addition to the photos Tom already took, he had pictures of her peeking over the cloak of levitation, pretending to pick up Mjölnir and then raising the hammer victoriously, ducking behind Captain America’s new shield, raising her fist in the air as the infinity gauntlet covered the better part of her forearm, and his favorite: fem!spidey. Tom and (Y/N) had started dating shortly after the premier of Spider-Man: Homecoming and so the idea of her wearing the suit wasn’t possible until today. 

“What do you think?” she asked while pretending to shoot webs at him.

“Damn I love you,” he laughed while taking numerous photos of his girlfriend being a dork in his costume. Oddly enough it fit her surprisingly well and, though he would never admit it, he loved seeing her in it more than he loved being Spider-Man. “If Peter Parker ever does a gender twist like Thor, I’ll commission for you to take over,” Tom said while pulling (Y/N) into a hug.

“You’re a dork,” she laughed at him while wrapping her arms around his waist.

“You’re the one in the Spider-Man suit!”

“You’re the one getting off on it!”

“Shut up,” he muttered in a fluster as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Change back, it’s nearly lunch and some people are excited to meet you.” Once (Y/N) was back in her t-shirt and shorts, Tom grabbed her hand and the pair left out the door they came in and started walking toward where the trailers were gathered.

“Where are we going?” she asked as Tom put his arm around her waist and she did the same to him.

“Downey Town,” he said proudly.

“I won’t want to go to town,” she said in a complaining tone, teasing Tom.

“When are you going be nice to me today?” he laughed while poking her sides. “You’re welcome for me making all of the mistakes you can learn from, by the way.”

“Thank you so much for embarrassing yourself back then so I can not seems as strange,” she replied, “but if you introduce me to Robert’s stunt double on purpose, I will hurt you, Holland.” The two arrived at a collection of trailers set up to remind (Y/N) of the way the cabins were described at Camp Half-Blood. Slowly, Tom and (Y/N) made their way into the grouping of trailers to see a large, standing extendable tent set up with benches and picnic tables placed underneath and a catering company setting up lunch. Throughout the courtyard were the various actors filming Infinity War this week. Paul Rudd, Mark Ruffalo and Robert Downey Jr. stood beside Benedict Cumberbatch and Benedict Wong just outside under the awning of one trailer and Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie and the Chrises were gathered together under another awning.

“Are you okay?” Tom asked (Y/N) again as her grip on his waist tightened unexpectedly.

“Y-yeah,” she started, “it’s just…there’s a lot of people.”

“You wanted to meet them all, right?” She found herself unable to respond and instead quickly nodded her head. “Well then, come on,” he smiled to her and pulled her toward RDJ’s gathering of actors.

“Tom,” (Y/N) murmured quietly they approached.

“Uh huh?”

“Don’t let me say Bobby Newport in a menacing voice near Paul Rudd,” she hurried to say.

“Why the hell would you say that?”

“Just don’t let me,” she stated, “okay?”

“Okay, love,” Tom laughed and pulled (Y/N) against his side in hopes to make her feel more comforted and less anxious. Before she knew it, (Y/N) was face to face with RDJ and Mark Ruffalo, who just happened to be the first two people to turn around as stye approached.

“Welcome to the party, Tom,” Robert called while stretching out his arm and taking Tom under him in a side hug. “And this must be the lovely, (Y/N) I’ve heard so much about,” he said while pulling her into a warm hug and kissing her cheek. He left his arm across her shoulders and looked between Tom and (Y/N) before turning his attention back to the girl. “Blink twice if he’s got you under some sort of Stockholm Syndrome thing,” Robert joked, “it’s the only way a guy like him could get someone as gorgeous as you.” (Y/N) could feel her face blush a little at his compliment but was quick to humble herself.

“I’m the lucky one,” she laughed. “Had there not been a screw up with my hotel room, we would have never met.”

“And then we would have never met, and I mean, come on,” he said while raising his hands in the air and moving them up and down like a triple beam balance, “me, Tom, me, Tom. Me? Tom?” A smirk grew across Tom’s lips as he tipped his side of Robert’s imaginary scale upward.

“Tom,” he said with a smile as his fingers found their way toward (Y/N)’s. As soon as (Y/N) was beginning to grow comfortable in her situation, Tom, Robert, Mark, and Wong were whisked away to help with food set up, leaving (Y/N) in the company of Benedict Cumberbatch, AKA Sherlock Holmes, AKA her favorite childhood icon.

“Hello,” he said with a smile and then extending his hand, “I don’t believe we’ve met.” She graciously took his hand in hers and smiled.

“I’m (Y/N),” she said quickly. “I’m visiting Tom today on set–Tom Holland, not Hiddleston, but if you know where he is I wouldn’t mind visiting him either,” she laughed anxiously. To her surprise, Benedict began to laugh as well.

“You’re Tom’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” he said in realization and slight surprise. (Y/N) nodded. “How did you meet? I know he told me you were a fan.” (Y/N) bit her lip and swallowed hard before speaking.

“I flew out to LA for Comic Convention and there was a mixup with my hotel rooms. They gave me the wrong key and wrong room number and it ended up being Tom’s room. Oddly enough I was at the convention to meet him in the first place.

“Funny how things worked out,” Benedict smiled.

“Yeah,” she said hesitantly.

“He speaks highly of you, you know?” he continued.

“Does he now?” (Y/N) began to laugh.

“One of the first things he said about you to me was how he tried to introduce you to ‘Sherlock–’”

“And I had seen more episodes than him?” I finished and Benedict nodded with a light grin on his face. “Yeah, I had a teacher in high school who played series one for us in class when we went over induction and deduction. Its’ easily one of my favorite shows.”

“What did you think of the plot line with Mary?” he asked, his voice holding genuine interest toward her opinion. Out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) could see Tom returning and hurried to speak before he arrived.

“I enjoyed her character as well as what she brought to both John and Sherlock’s lives, but I also see that, with her past, and with Amanda and Martin splitting, there was no other way for it to end for her than the way it did.”

“I agree,” he smiled as Tom approached. “I love Amanda and I loved working with her and Martin but–and here’s a little slip about the next series–I think John and Sherlock are going to go back to their roots a bit more but still have Mary as a guiding voice for each of them deep down.”

“I knew the conversation would turn to this,” Tom laughed as he came back.

“I don’t want to keep you for very long, but I’d love to talk to you again before you leave,” Benedict said while shaking (Y/N)’s hand in departure. Tom and (Y/N) said their farewells to Benedict and she followed him toward a picnic table to wait for lunch to begin. They were alone for a total of ten seconds before a figure slid in front of them, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Tom, I’ve got you a little something,” he cooed while sliding a tumbler in front of Tom on the table.

“Is this my juice?” Tom laughed. 

“Yeah, and there’s a surprise in it this time,” Anthony stated as Tom took a sip. Immediately, Tom’s lips curled as an unexpected burning caused his tastebuds to tingle. 

“Thanks,” Tom replied as he adjusted to the alcohol in his cranberry juice.

“Pratt’s idea,” Anthony said as Chris Pratt slid onto the bench beside Anthony, accompanied by Chris Evans, Paul Rudd, and Sebastian Stan. (Y/N) could hardly contain her excitement as she noticed everyone around her: Chris Evans on her left, Tom on her right, and Anthony, Sebastian, Chris Pratt, and Paul across from her, all awaiting lunch to be served, and for some reason, all excited to meet her: a nobody who was lucky enough to be unlucky when it comes to booking hotel rooms.

“We brought one for your lady friend too, if she drinks that sort of thing,” Chris Pratt said and slid a plastic cup in front of (Y/N). She took a quick sip of the ice juice laced with what tasted like rum and then turned her attention back to the group.

“I’m assuming you know us by how much Tom drones on and on about how amazing we are,” Anthony cooed.

“And we pretty much know you from how often Tom talks about (Y/N) this, (Y/N) that,” Sebastian smiled while teasing her boyfriend.

“Now that you’ve met her can you blame me for talking about her so much?” Tom laughed while gesturing toward (Y/N).

“Is it true you’re a super huge fan of the comics and all?” Pratt asked.

“Uh, yeah.” she said hesitantly and then took another sip of her drink.

“Okay, then who’s your favorite superhero?” Chris Evans asked.

“Marvel or DC?” (Y/N) asked in return.

“Both,” Anthony interjected.

“Well for DC it’s Raven, hands down and for Marvel, well as a kid it was Spider-Man; my dad and I would sit down and watch the Tobey McGuire movies all the time, and but once I really got into the comics, I was a fan of the Winter Soldier storyline, but I’ve gotta go with Domino, she’s pretty bad ass,” (Y/N) responded.

“Raven and Domino?” Pratt asked. “Not Star Lord?”

“Or Falcon?” Anthony chimed in.

“I could see you as Domino,” Sebastian said while looking over (Y/N)’s face and a small smile rose.

“But why those two?” Paul asked.

“They’re smart and can out wit anyone and are talented and strong enough to also overpower anyone as well.”

“What even is Domino’s powers?” Tom asked, turning toward his girlfriend as he continued to learn new things about her preferences.

“So long as she makes an attempt to avoid or prevent something, she’s able to. Say if someone was trying to shoot her, if she moves, or makes an attempt to move out of the way, she won’t be hit, no matter what.”

“She’s also super tactically trained,” Sebastian added in (Y/N)’s favor.

“That too,” (Y/N) said while taking another sip to cool her as the Atlanta heat overcame the air.

“And why Raven?” Tom asked.

“She’s easily the most powerful and most bad ass character in all of the DC universe!” (Y/N) couldn’t control her excitement while talking to superheroes about superheroes. “She’s half demon, has the ability to wield dark magic for good purposes, has basically no weaknesses, and mental powers are always more powerful and stronger than physical abilities.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Tom tried to argue.

“My point was proven in Civil War. No one could touch Vision besides Wanda–the only Avenger to have a mental ability rather than a physical one. She singlehandedly fucked everyone up in Age of Ultron too,” (Y/N) defended.

“You really know your stuff, huh?” Chris Evans said with a hint of admiration.

“Don’t even get her started on Batman,” Tom murmured as food was slowly being placed in front of everyone.

“What’s wrong with Batman?” Anthony asked, leading Tom to groan and grab (Y/N)’s hand tightly in his.

“Please don’t do this,” he begged her.

“Why, what’s so wrong with Batman?” Anthony pushed as Tom glared at him.

“My best mate, Harrison, couldn’t talk to her for a week after she tore down every argument supporting Batman as being a superhero.”

“That’s because he’s not a superhero,” (Y/N) interrupted.

“Here we go,” Tom grumbled and then laughed. “Do you see what you did Anthony?”

“Wait, I want to hear this!” Sebastian said from across the table and then extended his arms to silence everyone and gave (Y/N) his full attention. “Please, go on,” he smiled and gestured for her to continue talking.

“There’s nothing about him that makes him ‘super.’ He has no ‘super’ human or advanced qualities about him.”

“He knows almost every form of martial arts,” Anthony countered.

“That doesn’t make him a super hero. It makes him a master of martial arts. Batman is nothing more than a person who knows things and has money. There is nothing about him that makes him ‘super.’”

“Then what’s the difference between him and Tony Stark or Clint Barton?” Paul asked.

“Clint know’s he’s a marksman and ex-spy. He may be a hero, but he know’s he’s not a ‘super’ hero. I try to avoid the Tony Stark argument because it goes both ways: you can say the arc reactor is something that makes him ‘super’ because it’s keeping him alive, but then again, it was developed by him: billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist; notice ‘superhero’ isn’t on the list.”

“Okay, then what about Black Widow?” Sebastian asked while leaning over the table and facing (Y/N).

“Trick question,” she muttered while mimicking his position. “How else would someone born in 1928 look like their only 29 in the year 2017? She received a similar variation of the Super Soldier Serum used on Steve and Bucky–which also explains how Bucky trained her in the Red Room.”

“Leading to their subsequent relationship,” Sebastian stated.

“Which the movies have been subtly hinting at.”

“Damn, you two are fucking nerds,” Anthony laughed as he and Tom agreed on something while laughing at Sebastian and (Y/N)’s back and forth.

“I told you guys not to get her going,” Tom laughed and then put his hand on (Y/N)’s leg as he looked at her with pride and admiration. The group continued talking as they ate their way through lunch. Conversation fluttered between comics, movies, books, and other things of entertainment, to (Y/N)’s degree in school, her and Tom recounting the story of how they met, and even bringing up the fact that Chris Pratt and Paul Rudd had worked together already, which lead Pratt into the scene where Ben, Andy, Tom, and Jerry were trying to make a negative ad about the Bobby Newport campaign. Sebastian, Anthony, and (Y/N) all joined in with him at Paul’s expense and toward the end of their meal, (Y/N) was more reluctant to leave than she was hesitant to arrive. Anthony forced Tom to promise to bring (Y/N) around more often and even invited the couple out with the rest of the cast that night, saying that bringing (Y/N) with Tom was the only way he would be allowed at the grown up’s table.

Knowing that (Y/N) was more than likely exhausted, Tom took her back to his trailer to rest where she was unable to stop thanking him for the amazing day and repeatedly telling him over and over how he was the best boyfriend and most amazing best friend anyone could ask for, and that she was so fortunate to have met him, let alone grow close to him in the way they have become with one another.

SUPER EXCITED

I’M SO INCREDIBLY EXCITED FOR EPISODE 5X20 OF ARROW!!!!!!!!!!!!

But I’m also excited for 5x16, 5x17, 5x18 & 5x19 because what on earth happens in those 4 episodes that eventually leads us to 5x20.

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soldatbarnes  asked:

Does brunch with Chris Beck count as a prompt?

Hell yeah it does! (I can’t concentrate on revision so I wrote this quickly) also because I haven’t posted anything in absolutely ages!

Brunch and a Baby

Prompt: Does brunch with Chris Beck count as a prompt?

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Word Count: 911

Warnings: Lots of fluff!

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“Chris!” You whine, shaking his shoulder vigorously. All he does is snort and roll over, his soft locks falling over his eyes.

He got back from a mission a week ago, it wasn’t too long, but it still makes him sleep in for ages. Sometimes you think he does it because he wants to cuddle you in bed longer, but not today.

“Doctor Christopher Beck! Wake up!” You yell, but with no anger behind it as he wraps his arm lazily around your waist, trying to pull you back down. You laugh, batting his chest.

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The root of all lies

Home, Part One

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, fluff. about 3k.

A/N: This will be two parts with a possible epilogue. Wanted to thank @thebeasthasentered for reading my first draft and giving me some really helpful feedback. 

Summary: Your best friend in the whole  galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?  

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10    Part 11  Part 12 Epilogue

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Soo I kinda promised a few people about this. Here’s the rest of the video I took at the almostadultsmovie table read back in April. And yes, I know Elise is in it (contain your excitement if you can) Also, please note that kait-e-k is the amazing human being that was instructing Elise :) thegaywomenchannel (oh and kbearluna and natvanlis thought you might want to see it too) so yeah, hopefully I didn’t manage to mess up this post somehow :)

Big Ol’ Gladnis Story

So many of you know I’m Raufnir on AO3. You may or may not also know I’m utterly weak for Gladio and Ignis. Really Raufnir? Really? You think that might have escaped anyone’s notice somehow? I’m a multi-shipper, but Gladnis and Promptis are my go-to combos. Anyway, I digress. I have an announcement to make. 

I HAVE A GLADNIS STORY IN THE PIPELINE. Like a big ol’ multi-chapter story. 

This came about after a rather hysterical and extremely excitable conversation between me and @tinycactus-tinyllama. It was one of those “And then this happens!” “*screaming* Yes and then this happens!” “OMG YES AND THEN THIS” exchanges. Like I said, extremely excitable. 

Anyway, the premise is: Ignis is a high-up publisher at Regalia Publishing House (owned by Regis, and occasionally his son turns up for work when he’s not banging his best friend…). He decides he’s fed up with living in an apartment in the city, and while he could afford a penthouse basically anywhere, he visits a little semi-detached house on a quiet village cul-de-sac and there’s just something about this house. On moving-in day, he meets his next door neighbour for the first time, shirtless, quietly tending to the small herb bed in the front garden…

It will hopefully be funny, sweet, with a bit of angsty drama because you need some of that in a gladnis story and steamy. And hopefully you guys will be keen to come along for the ride :D

It won’t be up on AO3 or here for a bit, as I want to get a good chunk of chapters written, but I just thought I’d let you know. I’ll probably be closing down requests for writing prompts but at the moment they’re still open. 

And here’s a little Gladnis doodle for you to say thank you for being awesome and supportive followers. Your little messages and comments have been known to bring me to tears they’re so lovely. Keep being your amazing selves, and have a wonderful day. 

Raufnir out. x