Aaaayyyy so I found a post where someone shared their top 20 favorites and I decided I wanted to make my own to xD I made this template myself and I have a blank one (tho without text at all, I can input the “Top 20 Favorite Shows” if anyone wants me to). If you wanna do your own with my template, just shoot me an ask or PM!
Hit the read more if you really want to know my opinions on each. I suck at summarizing so it is a bit of a read, sorry about that heh
Being Tony Stark’s Daughter (and dating Peter!) would include…
let’s do it again!
Requested by anon and @katiemcrae “ Could you maybe do a fluffy headcanons about being Tony Starks daughter and dating Peter Parker? Thanks and I love your blog ^_^ “ AND “ YOOO those headcanons were good asffff !!! Do part 2 ??? I really liked them ! 💓❤️ “
You didn’t go to school, Tony thought it would be easier to just hire tutors and online school worked just fine. You and Tony do a lot of travelling, it was much better this way.
But that also meant you didn’t have many friends your age
Until Tony saw you watching a video online of “the amazing Spider-Man”
Tony wanted to recruit this boy
He could be helpful to the team
And Tony knows how to get information. Tony was able to figure out who was behind the mask after just a little bit of digging
Peter was ecstatic to be going to the residence of Tony Stark and the Avengers Compound
He was so happy to get a suit upgrade
*oh don’t mind peter and tony working on suit designs* *because you walk in*
“Hey, father, can I get onto your computer? Thanks, I want to change something in FRIDAY’s code.”
“(Y/N) NO DO NOT TOUCH FRIDAY!”
Peter like drops whatever he is working with because he is so stunned to be in the presence of yn stark
“Ooooh, who’s the kid?”
“yn this is Peter Parker-”
“Spider-Boy, right? I watch your videos on youtube.”
Peter is baffled that two people figured out his identity without even knowing him, well that or you saw the suit sitting in front of him
You picked up his goggles, “holy wowza no wonder you’re here you’re going to run into a wall with these things”
“I can see out of them perfectly fine…but i do need an upgrade” aka peter thinks you and tony don’t understand how his senses work but he wants to be around you so he admits he needs help
“yn would you like to help?” -tony
Peter dies on the inside because woRKiNg wITh YOu
You help a little bit but then have to leave because you have *important work* to do with Clint…aka montly intense cookie baking and dance off
Peter ends up staying around the base much more often. He has to train to be a superhero, as much as Tony doesn’t want him out there risking his life…Peter is stubborn and he has the powers to do it- might as well let him do it in a safer suit.
But Peter is catching eyes for you
He can’t help it
He wants to talk to you
Peter is v scared
And Tony can tell he feels this way. But Tony is stuck in between letting him calmly love you or telling him “stay away from yn” because tony doesn’t know how he feels 100% about Peter just yet
But the advances happen anyway
After months of him and you bonding over random, nerdy and cute things, he words up the courage to ask you on a date
you say yes, obviously, or this headcanon wouldn’t be a thing
So you two go to dinner and realize man we aren’t this fancy wanna go get ice cream
So now you two are dressed up like you’re going to a fancy restaurant when really you’re sitting in the middle of an ice cream parlor
But that’s ok, because it’s who you are
And this happens a few times.
Dates include random walks to photography outings to movies to pizza to swinging around the city to literally sitting in Peter’s apartment playing Scrabble
You come home one day and tell your father you and Peter are officially dating
He doesn’t know how to feel about it
He doesn’t say anything for like…ten minutes
Steve is in the room and is very happy for you and Peter, but is getting worried about Tony
“Tony…do you need to sit down? You’re losing all color in your face.”
Tony doesn’t say anything but slowly sits down on the chair. He should have seen this coming. (shut up pietro). He knows you two have been hanging out a lot and he has seen how much fun you guys have. Why is he so shocked?
After taking time to think it through and regaining the color in his face, he realized that it wasn’t shock from you two dating…he was shocked he was okay with it
You’re his baby girl!
He’s supposed to protect you!
How can he let some immature teenager attempt to look after you?
At least it’s like a superhero and not some random boy you met on the street
Tony sighs and gets his thoughts together. “Well, I’ve seen how happy you two are. Keep the happiness, it’s nice to see that”
“Thank you Mr. Stark.”
Tony has to force himself to stand up and by now Pepper is in the room and already filled in on the drama
“I better not catch you two kissing…or you have another thing coming!”
Pepper quickly rushes over and grabs Tony by the arm. “Shush, Tony, that’s their business.”
Pepper highkey loves that you two are together
She couldn’t be anymore happy
She had always wanted to hear you gush about your s/o, no matter if it was a girl or a boy! She just wanted to be there to hear about it.
And now she could
You two could sit up and talk for hours about nothing
And now you could fill her in on dates, because Peter is a fooking romantic who wants to give the best
“Last night he landed on my windowsill to give me roses but because he was swinging around so much, the petals flew off of all but one.” - you
The feeling of a slimy object crawling across your face got your attention. You found yourself wanting to open your eyes but had no luck. Where the hell were you? Breathing was impossible. Dirt surrounded you. Were you…buried?
Up. It was the one thing that made sense. Dig up. Grab dirt and pull it out of the way. The moment your hand reached above the surface, it felt as though the sun was wrapping itself around your skin.
Grabbing onto nearby grass, all you could do was pull. Pull your body up from under the ground. Then it happened. Fresh air. You inhaled it violently. Gasping for a good time before you were breathing normally. Now all you had to do was finish getting out.
From the stomach down you were still covered in dirt. And weak. God you were so weak. Both of your arms steady themselves on the ground and locked position, trying to pull the rest of your body up and out. But they both gave out. No surprise you were weak. You’d just risen from your grave.
It took forever it seemed. Wiggling and squirming anyway you could. Eventually you got out. For a moment you just laid there. On the ground. Surrounded by fallen trees as an omen. You paid no attention to them.
The sun. It was all that mattered. Every inch, every fiber in your body, was soaking up the light. It was beautiful. The way the rays danced on your newly re-exposed skin. It was almost like two friends meeting each other once again after being apart for so long. Your eyes closed, allowing the light to embrace you after being trapped in the dark for so long.
Some time had passed. Night had now fallen on the once beautiful and vibrant blue sky. Tomorrow would bring another day to dance alongside the sun. For now, you became aquatinted with the old friend of dark. Following the bright street lights which led to a lit up town not far from you. Cars occasionally passed by on the busy road, but they all ignored you. Of course you didn’t blame them. You were beat up, wearing ragged clothing and looked like you’d just crawled out of Hell. Maybe because you had.
How were you even back? Your brothers. Sam and Dean. They must’ve done something stupid to get you back. There wasn’t any other way you could be back. If one of them sold their soul, you’d kill them yourself for being so stupid and reckless. It was bad enough your sold yours to save Sam after the fiasco with Azael and his special children’s fight to the death. You didn’t need to keep going down the same path.
Finally- not too far away you could see something. Something you’d thought you’d never see again. A telephone booth. Lucky for you, there was change in your pocket. Funny how neither of your brothers thought to empty your pockets.
With excitement and success flowing through you, you ran as fast as you could over to the phone. Closing the door and looking around before dialing the number.
First you tried Sam’s. No answer. How could he not answer?
Okay- no need to panic. There was only enough left for one more call. Bobby would decline a number he didn’t know. So Dean it was. Part of you said a little prayer before dialing the numbers.
“Please pick up. Please pick up.” Your hand rested above the box while your head hung low as you whispered to yourself.
Then you heard it. The familiar, tired, gruff voice on the other end of the phone.
You wanted to yell. Wanted to cry. But your voice was so hoarse and dead.
“Hello?” He was getting inpatient. No doubt he would hang up.
There was no way for you to talk. So you did the only thing you could think of: Morse Code.
“D-E-A-N” you hoped and wished he would understand. “H-E-L-P”
When you heard movement on the other line you got hope.
“Sammy, get me a pen and paper.” He understood. He knew you were trying to tell him something. “Do it again.”
You wasted no time. “D-E-A-N. H-E-L-P.” The whole time you tried to get your voice to work but found no luck still.
“Where are you? Who is this?” He knew that not just anybody would have his number and know his name. It had to be somebody he knew.
“Cadlin Lane. P.W” you have your initials. Phoebe Winchester. Before he could respond to you, the line cut out.
Great. Now you were stuck in this town. Alone. At night. No money, no car, no anything. So you did the only thing that made sense: sit in the booth and wait for Baby to hopefully pull up.
Lucky for you, nobody tried using the phone while you remained inside of it. Hiding from the unexpected down pour of rain and hail. The water outside threatened to seep into the small cracks and destroy what little warmth you had.
Two headlights in the distance shined bright in your general direction. A comforting putting sound of an engine sent chills down your spine. It wasn’t just any engine belonging to any regular car. You’d know that roar anywhere. Baby.
Both of your legs were stiff and cold from being in the same position for hours. Nevertheless you pushed the door open, resting on your knees, and tried your best to stand up. Tries instantly squealed roughly against the jagged pavement and rocks.
Two bodies swung open the shiny black doors and hauled towards you. There was no question which was which. Dean was driving as usual and Sam rode shotgun.
“Phoebe?” Dean’s arms wrapped around you while the scent of his leather crisp jacket did the same.
Sam came up behind you, holding a silver knife and holy water in his hand. Without hesitation you held out your arm. First came the holy water. Obviously you passed the test. The knife made a small fit on the tip of your finger. He too wrapped his arms around you as you switched from one brother to the next.
The hug was warm. It made you feel alive. Your head rested perfectly on his chest as his right hand held the back of your head.
“Come on.” Dean was already heading back to the drivers seat.
“Your freezing, climb up front. The heaters work better up there.” Never did Sam give you the front unless special circumstances were upon you all.
You climbed in, sitting on an old jacket of course. Both of your hands were crookedly extended outwards to greet the blasting air vents in front of you.
“Jesus, Phebe’s. Your fingers are purple.” Dean was right, you hadn’t noticed it until now. “Come here.” His right arm moved and made room for your body, and you happily moved over to him.
Somehow he’d managed to get his jacket off and wrap it around the front of your body. Sam did the same and covered your legs.
On the floor board you could see an unopened bottle of water. Within seconds it was in your hands as you downed it faster than you ever bought possible. With the final swallow you set the bottle in a cup holder and resumed your position next to your driving brother.
Both of your freezing hands were balled up in each other as they tucked neatly into Dean’s side. Trying to absorb his heat. Sitting up slightly, you set your head into the crook of his neck, still facing forward to see the road barley. The small chuckle that came from him shook your bones as his right hand wrapped around your shoulders and rubbed lightly. Creating friction and heat.
“How the Hell are you even back?” His eyes stayed focused on the road ahead.
“I could ask you guys the same thing.” It was the first words you’d spoken with your voice.It hurt, but you did it anyways. “One of you had to do something stupid and reckless to get me out.”
From the corner of your eye, Sam was leaning forward onto the back of the front seat.
“No. Neither of us did.” His arms were crossed neatly across the seat. “Not that we didn’t try, because we did. Nobody would make a deal with us no matter how hard we tried.”
Of course they tried. So there was good reason to worry they did sell their soul. Phoebe one, brothers zero.
“Well I’m not back because of nothing.” Your head was turned so you could look into your brothers hazel colored eyes.
Turning onto your back, you were surprised to feel a burning pain coming from your right side. With no questions asked you pushed the jackets off of your now semi warm body and slowly began to lift up for shirt.
There were red swollen and puffed out markings on your side. But there was more hidden by your pants. Slowly you started to roll down the waist of your jeans, only on the right side. Until you could make out what it was.
The mark was wrapped around your hip. You rolled over just slightly to see the last of the puzzle. A thumb print which curled around to your backside just a little.
It was a hand mark. There was no doubt about that.
“I wouldn’t call that nothing.” Both you and Dean exchanged a look of concern as he spoke. Never taking his eyes off the road.
Day one of the rest of your life of rebirth began now.
Request - “Can i request a imagine, you can choose between zach or jeff, but based on the song let me hold you (turn me on) by cheat codes…”
A/N: I picked Zach because I have lots of Jeff imagines and requests already! Also this is probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever written and I’m a little nervous about it because I’m not very good at this kinda thing.
Playlist: Let Me Hold You (Turn Me On) - Cheat Codes
Jessica’s party was set out to be the party of the year, according to everyone. Although you didn’t believe them, little did you know it would be- for you, at least.
People seemed to be everywhere at once, and you were beginning to get stressed out. Partly because of the sheer amount of people, partly because honestly, you were pretty drunk already. What was worse was that your long time crush Zach Dempsey happened to be here, hence why you were so smashed already. You and Zach weren’t a lot more than acquaintances, but whenever you were around each other there was a major sexual tension that seemed to come from no where. There was something about the two of you that ignited far more than just a spark. Speaking of the devil, Zach came up behind you and placed a hand on your back.
“L/N. Didn’t expect to see you here, you told me you weren’t coming.” A flirtatious smirk played at his plump lips. His face was close to yours so that you could hear him over the loud music and people, which was making you sweat a little.
“You should know by now not to trust me, Dempsey.” You mimicked his facial expression.
“Oh, believe me, your unpredictable nature is part of the reason I like you so much.” He was so close that you could feel his warm, vodka-coated breath on your neck.
“You’ll probably regret saying that.” You chuckled as you began to walk away, shaking your cup as an indication that you were grabbing another drink.
“You’d better be back…” He muttered under his breath, biting his lip. However, you heard, and grinned to yourself as you walked away.
Deciding to make him wait a little, you went outside for a bit of fresh air, and a conversation with Jess.
“I’m not gonna pretend I didn’t see that, Y/N.” she giggled.
“See what?” You feigned.
“Dempsey making the moves on you. I don’t know why you don’t just tap that! He clearly likes you and he’s hot as fuck.” She tugged on your arm.
“I suppose he is.” You shrugged.
“Don’t be coy.”
“Oh shut up! I can tell you like him.”
You sighed and threw your head into your hands. “Is it that obvious?”
“Probably not to everyone, but to your best friend - yes.”
She pushed you toward the house lightly, “get it, you hot piece of ass!”
You snorted at your best friends ridiculousness, but made your way to the house nevertheless.
A couple of hours later, you hadn’t really seen Zach since earlier, but you tried to push the thought to the back of your mind. Let Me Hold You - Cheat Codes was blaring from the speakers and you were feeling the music. This was your jam. You swayed your hips to the music, bringing your hands up through your hair seductively, not caring about anyone around you. That was, until you made eye contact with the one boy you’d been searching for all night.
He was leaning against the door frame, watching you, drink in hand, with the cheekiest grin you’d maybe ever seen. When you realised the eye contact had been unbroken for a while, you slipped Zach a wink, running your sweaty hand through your tousled hair. He blushed ever so slightly, before swigging the remainder of his drink, crumpling it, then throwing it, and moving through the people toward you. His eyes didn’t leave you once. Whilst this was happening, you’d turned to face Hannah and giggle at your drunkenness, not noticing that Zach had moved. The warm hands on your waist were the sign.
“You look amazing.” His hot breath hit your neck from behind as he whispered in your ear. You placed your hands over his and moved against him, trying to conceal the hitch in your breath.
“Fuck.” You heard him mutter. You moved your hands up so that they were reaching behind you around his neck, pulling his head down to yours.
“Told you you’d regret it.” You breathed.
He nuzzled his nose against your neck. “Hell no.”
You continued to sway your hips against him to the beat of the song.
Let me hold you.
Girl, caress my body.
“You’ve got me going crazy.” He groaned. You intertwined your fingers with his, moving them away from your bodies and twisting them slightly. Then, you slipped down his body, before coming back up and turning to face him, fingers still interlocked.
Turn me on.
You leaned your face up to his. “Let’s make our way upstairs.” You whispered. He nodded ever so slightly, lips parted in anticipation. On that, you let go of his hands and made your way through the crowds upstairs, stumbling across an empty room almost immediately.
Zach entered, and in one swift movement, shut the door and pinned you against it, one had next to your head, other gripping your waist roughly.
“You gotta stop giving me those bedroom eyes.” His voice was gruff and broken. You bit your lip with a giggle.
“If these are bedroom eyes, what are those?” You dragged a finger over the side of his face.
That set him off. He shot down to envelop your lips in his, his movements rough and needy. You tangled your fingers in his hair before playing with his top button. His kisses were long overdue, and you both knew it. Making up for lost time, the two of you moved in harmony with one another, exploring and tasting.
With that he lifted you up so that your legs were around him, and moved you to the bed. His fingers trembled against the hem of your dress, he was clearly a mixture of excited, nervous, and buzzed.
“Are You okay?” He asked, breaking off a little. You nodded and pulled his head back down to yours in response. He broke off ever so slightly again.
“Maybe you should take this off then.” His fingers moved under your dress a little.
Here you go, a list of boy meets boy, boy falls in love with boy, movies that I’m sure you’ve been searching for. I’m not including links to the movies, only links to IMDB pages, but if there’s a specific one you’re searching for you can hit up my ask box and I’ll be more than willing to help you out. I tried not to include too many of the over popular queer films, like Brokeback Mountain, because we’ve all heard of those and there’s no use in giving you a masterpost full of movies you’ve already seen. So, pop yourself some popcorn, download a few of these films, and enjoy watching a couple of boys fall in love. CODE: (N) = AVAILABLE ON NETFLIX. ** = HIGHLY RECOMMENDED
The queer high school films you wish you would’ve seen as a teenager: