i never realised that watching the movie

i saw wonder woman and i cried several times, mostly when i saw diana storming into battle. and then it was over and i went to the bathroom and i burst into tears because i am twenty one years old and that is the first time i’ve seen a superhero movie with a female lead. the first time ive sat in a cinema and watched a superhero movie with strong, capable, fierce women, directed by a woman, not an object thrown about by men, not a subject of the male gaze. 

i cried because i felt so weird when i realised i’d never seen that before, and so proud that all women can go and watch it and be like!!!!!!!!! thats a woman hero!!!!!!!!!!!!!! who fights evil and pursues justice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! who has her own demons and overcomes her internal conflicts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a lady hero!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Atomic Blonde

Atomic Blonde was fucking AWESOME. I loved the film SO MUCH. I fully recommend you watch it. It is awesome action spy film, stylish, intense, brutal and SO BEAUTIFUL.
Now, there are some irritations that I felt  as a women watching Bond films. But because you are so conditioned go accept that as “just the way it is”, you never realise you can actually have BETTER THING. Let me list the fucking ways I love this fucking movie:

1) No rape. Let me repeat that. NO. RAPE. Not by the enemy. Not by the protagonist. Not by the allies. NO FUCKING RAPE.
Bond loves using rape. The enemy rapes. Bond rapes (seriously man, just because it’s filmed sexily does not make having sex with a women under duress any less rapey). Atomic Blonde? None of the enemies tries this shit on both Charlize and Sophia. And all the sex Charlize and Sophia have are consensual. The moment I saw the burly dudes walking towards Charlize, I was wincing about the rape scene that is sure to come. IT DIDN’T. HOT DAMN.

2) Women allowed to be beautiful without sexiness being weaponized. Women spies are not reduced to only being able to seduce enemies. She is dressed beautifully, but the enemy isn’t distracted by it. None of this, “sleep with the enemy to trick him into giving the key” bullshit. Her skill as a competent fighter and spy is totally taken seriously by the enemy and her allies. 

3) Complete role reversal. We now have a hyper competent women with her two (pretty) bond boys who are there to support her. But yet at the same time, like Bond, she is pretty much capable independently and not helpless without them. SWEET.
Would love more stories with Bill Skarsgård and Til Schweiger providing Charlize with even more tools to kick ass. (SWEEET Even more skarsgard cute men)

4) Women allowed to fight brutally. All the fights are pretty much as brutal as the trailer. There are bruises. The enemy pulls no punches, and the women don’t either. For once a women’s fighting is taken as powerful and deadly because her hair and makeup is not intact after. Black Widow’s fights looks more like kids playing with pool noodles compared to this.

5) And the ending twist? Makes her beyond James Bond, because in the end? She is fighting for her own agency, not for loyalty to a flag. She wants to be free. And she will kill everybody to get there.

Basically? Fuck the haters who say it’s a glossy film with nothing inside. Like Fury Road, we finally get to see a viable alternative to white dude spies and I FUCKING WANT MORE.

Forget recasting. We have a female James Bond already, they just named it something else. GO WATCH

dandy--darling  asked:

I feel a bit bad... American Gods is one of my absolute favorite books, and as much as I've been looking forward to the series, I've decided to not watch it as a last-ditch effort to preserve my own "version" of it- I want to forever picture it as I first did, without any casting or effects besides that of my mind's own creation. Can I be forgiven?

I never watched the final Lord of the Rings movie, or any of the Hobbit films, because I realised that some of my headpictures had been eaten by the Peter Jackson film, and I treasured them too much. So of course you are forgiven.


Title: What The Hell?

Tony Stark and his daughter seeing an alternative version of Peter on TV and confront him, which leads to a whole lot of confusion.

Words: ~ 1800

A/N: This is not exactly how I wanted it to be. I combined it with another idea (Tony setting up his daughter with Peter) and things got a bit confusing… but I hope you like it anyway! :) [It’s not edited yet. I’m too lazy at the moment. So it’s filled with mistakes…]


My dad and I were having one of our very rare evenings in the movie room of the Stark Tower together that I appreciated more than anything.
Of course, I understood that with him being Iron Man he had a lot of duties and not much time for his daughter.

I snuggled deeper into my soft blanket when I rested my head on my father’s shoulder, both of us enjoying an evening without stress.
“You wanna watch a movie?”, he wanted to know and I only shrugged. “Let’s zap through the channels first.”

A few taps in the air and the channels changed. We sat in silence until something caught my attention, “Wait, what’s that?”

“Lip sync battle? Sounds interesting.”, I chuckled and my dad only nodded in agreement.
It didn’t took me very long to notice something very, VERY strange. And I wasn’t the only one noticing it, that was for sure.

The boy on TV who was wearing a black wig and a rather inappropriate outfit looked like Peter. And I mean EXACTLY like Peter. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of our TV. Peter was by far the most handsome and cutest boy I’d ever seen and this was very entertaining.
“That’s Peter.”, I stated, my eyebrows narrowing in confusion.

“What goes on in this boys head?”, my dad questioned in disbelief. With a shrug I grabbed my phone and started filming this weird occurrence.

Neither of us said a word as we watched Peter swinging his umbrella and grinding against it. The whole time dancing in the middle of other dancers while water was raining down on him.
Jesus, he looks so hot, I only thought before I subconsciously pressed my knuckles on my lips.

“What?”, my dad asked in shock. Of course I had to say that out loud…
I quickly stopped the video and chuckled nervously when I turned my head to look at my father.
“Uh, I m-mean… well, he’s this cute, innocent boy… usually. And now…”, I stuttered, my face heating up, “I just thought that… you know. It’s different. Good different. Not that I… I mean that’s-”

“So I was right? You actually are smitten with that spider kid.”, he smirked at me before wiggling his eyebrows, making me want to vanish into thin air.
“NO, I’m not. Okay?!”, I insisted, even though it was more than a huge lie. But my father didn’t need to know that I was head over heels for Peter.
“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t tell him.”, he laughed and brushed over my back.
“Thanks.”, I mumbled defeatedly, slowly admitting that I couldn’t hide it from him anymore. Or at least there wasn’t a point in arguing with him.

Not wanting this awkward silence to last, I grabbed my phone to send the video to Peter but not before cutting out the end.
Peter didn’t need to know about my thoughts.

Nice wig, Spidey. I didn’t know you could dance like that. , I texted Peter and threw my phone on the pillow laying next to me before my dad took the remote.“Let’s watch something else. That was terrifying…”

After a couple of minutes the door opened and Happy stood in the door frame.
“Tony, the boy arrived. He’ll be here in a minute.”

“Ah, perfect. Thanks, Happy.”, my dad replied and I looked at him, tilting my head to express my confusion. “Did I miss something?”, I wanted to know but I didn’t get an answer. Only a secret smile.

Not many moments later Peter stood in the door frame, wearing one of his cute nerdy shirts and holding his phone with a bewildered look on his face.

“Hi Peter! What are you doing here?”, I asked nervously, my voice jumping an octave.
“Hey, um… I am… No, it’s… Mr. Stark said there’s another mission?”, he stuttered while he approached us.

“Surprise!”, my dad chuckled when I looked at him in disbelief.
“But dad, it’s movie night!”, I complained, “You promised that-”
“I know, honey.”, he started, placing his hand on my arm. But before he could continue I raised my voice, “Dad, this sucks! You never-”

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Okay?”, he soothed me, his grib getting tighter while I gave him my famous death glare before speaking up again, “I hate it when you do that. First you-”

“I wanted him to join us.”, my dad interrupted me again, this time it was actually working. I shut up.
“Why?”, I wanted to know, realising that Peter still stood there, awkwardly watching us. “It’s my secret mission.”, my dad smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.

Peter slowly opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but said nothing. “Come here, kid.”, my dad tugged at his wrist, pulling him towards us and practically forcing him to sit right next to me.
My heart stopped beating when my head realised how close our bodies were, not to mention his face being only a foot away from mine.

He seemed to notice this, too. He only stared at me for a few brief moments, which made me blush incredibly, before he remembered what he wanted to say. “You sent me a video a couple of minutes ago.”
“Yeah, I did. Did you see it yet?”, I chuckled, trying to loosen the tension. Peter shook his head, pulling out his phone to watch it.

My dad scooted over and so did I even though I had already been sitting pretty close. I just wanted to be even closer.

Peter let out a quiet sigh before pressing play. Peter’s face went blank almost instantly. “That guy looks like me!”, he squeaked, pure shock on his face.

“What? I thought that was you…”, my dad replied but Peter violently shook his head.
“But look, that’s Michelle.”, I claimed and pointed at the girl in the background.

“That’s not me. That’s for sure!”, Peter mumbled, “I would wear a costume like that.”
“What a shame… Y/N said you look hot in it.”, my dad blurted out and I looked at him with wide eyes, “even if this isn’t you. But he looks exactly like you, doesn’t he?”

Peter’s head slowly turned to me, a confused smile on his lips, but didn’t say anything.
Is he… happy about me thinking that he’s hot?, I thought while I sent my father a warning look and mouthed ‘What the hell?’ after Peter’s eyes went to the floor.

“Maybe it’s still on.”, I wondered and took the remote to switch back to the channel we had been watching.
Fortunately, the show was still on showing this exact copies of Peter and Michelle.
The presenter had just confirmed that “Tom Holland”, who seemed to be Peter’s lost twin, won the Lip Sync Battle, causing the audience to cheer in agreement.

What happened next made us stare at the TV in shock.

A girl looking like me walked up on stage and ran in Peter’s -No, what was his name again…? Tom’s arms and kissed him hard on his lips.
“What the hell?”, were the only words that left my words even though I was packed by seeing me and Peter kiss, more or less… I looked to the left, watching Peter’s and my dad’s faces.
While Peter’s face was as red as his Spiderman suit, my dad had a huge smile planted all over his face.

My double continued to kiss Peter’s clone, who excitedly kissed back, and the presenter appeared on the screen again. “Aren’t they the cutest celebrity couple ever?”, he asked and the audience cheered loudly, making the presenter laugh. Then, the screen showed a close up of our doubles pulling back from their kiss and looking into the camera, which was the perfect moment to pause the show.

“That’s us! But it’s not us… it’s not making any sense and it’s confusing.”, Peter pointed out and looked at me, catching me staring at him.
But I couldn’t help but stare at his lips after seeing ourself kiss. What would it feel like to kiss him? Are this lips as soft as they look? And how would he taste like?, I wondered before my dad interrupted my thoughts.
“I think I know what’s going on.”, he claimed.

“Yeah, what is it?”, Peter and me asked at the same time.
“Parallel Universe.”, my dad said proudly but we only looked at him blankly.

“Maybe something went wrong and this tv show aired in our universe. This is why they look exactly like you. They are you! But they’re the alternative version of you.”, he explained and we nodded, finally understanding what he meant.

“They have the same looks, same interests, same love life… Oh, and that explains why you find Peter so hot!”, my dad rambled excitedly, “Because he’s your boyfriend in the other universe.”
“What the hell, dad?!”, I said frantically, “You promised you wouldn’t tell him.”

I saw Peter looking at me with a smile from the corner of my eye but I couldn’t look at him because I was so embarrassed of this whole situation.
“No, I promised I wouldn’t tell him that you’re in love with him.”, he blurted out and I looked at him in shock, blood rushing to my face while I felt Peter tensing up.

I won’t be able to look in Peter’s eyes ever again…

“You got a problem with that, Peter?”, my dad asked him and Peter took in a sharp breath before speaking up, “N-No, not… at a-all, Mr. Stark.”
He looked at me briefly, “Actually, I uhm… I’ve been…”, he looked to the ground and then back to my dad, who smirked widely.

“Perfect.”, he clapped his hands, “Initialising last part of the mission.”
Suddenly, he pushed Peter into me, his lips crashing into the corner of my mouth making my heart skipping a beat.
Peter nervously adjusted himself and looked in my eyes, waiting for me to push him away but closed his eyes when I didn’t do anything.
I had mirrored his actions when he leaned forward, causing his lips to touch mine carefully before he pressed himself into me. I felt my heart jumping to my throat when his lips started to move and my brain processed what was happening. My hands found the way to his neck, pulling his face closer and my fingertips started to wander over the back of his head, making Peter sigh.

“Mission completed.”, I heard my dad say and I jumped slightly when I realised that he was still sitting right next to us.

I feel so cold and I long for your embrace pt.2

‘Shh. ’ the door to their right opened suddenly and a piece of black fabric flew towards them.

El proceeded to wrap the fabric around his eyes and tie it on the back of his head.

‘Um, El?’

'Be quiet. ’ she untied the black bandana she wore around her wrist and tied it around her head the same way. Then she grasped his hands. 'Mike, I need you to focus. ’

'El, I don’t have any superpowers, remember?’

'Mike, do you trust me? ’ she grasped his hands.

'Yes. ’ there was no hesistation in his voice.

'Good. You have to focus. On me. Okay?’

Mike almost laughed at the simplicity of the task.


She pressed her lips together in concentration, holding his hands. For a few minutes, they sat like that. And then…

'Whoa! What? How? Wha… What’s happening?! ’ Mike looked around, seing only black, his eyes wide open.

'Mike, calm down. ’ El took his face in her hands. 'It’s okay. It’s the void. ’

'The… oh. The place where you look for people? ’ his voice dropped to whisper, as if he was afraid saying anything too loud would break her concentration.

She nodded.

'That’s where I found you. Every night. ’

'But… Why’d you bring me here?’

'So I can show you. My mama used the void to tell me my story. ’

'Your…’ his eyes widened. 'You have a mom?’

'Everybody has a mom, Mike. ’ she almost smiled, when she remembered Hopper saying the exact same thing. But then she looked down and he grasped her hands tightly.

'Okay. Show me. ’ he said gently.

And she did.

First, he saw his house, his face in the window. He saw her looking at him with a pained expression, covered in slime from the Upside Down. He saw her run away, hide under the fallen tree.

He watched her try to survive on her own, crying herself to sleep, shivering in the crisp December air.

Then he saw Hopper. He heard pieces of their conversations, saw gruff, fatherly displays of affection, saw El laugh at Hopper, when he accidentally splashed whipped cream on himself, trying to make Eggos, and he suddenly felt just a little bit sorry for yelling at Hopper the way he did.

Because he made her happy too.

He saw El going into the void, listening to him, to his pleas, his choked back tears, to his middle of the night whispers full of despair.

He saw her cry afterwards, hiding her face in the pillow. Yelling at Hopper for not letting her see him.

And he cried again, too. He saw her come to school, just to see him, just to be near. She actually thought he was happy without her. How could he?

He was so mad at himself for not running faster that day.

He saw her and Hopper argue, glass and furniture flying.

Then, he saw the papers, something about woman called Terry Ives, and her lost daughter.


Suddenly he was in another town and watched Eleven find two Ives sisters.

Fresh tears flowed silently down his face as he watched her try to communicate with Terry. When he looked at her eyes, filled with a feeling of losing something she never had.

And then, with tremble of anxiety, he watched her explore dark streets of big city, her angelic face and oversized clothes making it easy to forget she wasn’t as vulnerable as she looked.

He saw her find a girl she called sister, a girl with a tattoo on her wrist.

Kali was once Eight, just as El - no, Jane - was once Eleven.

His heart ached when he watched El push herself over the edge, ached when he watched her take a path of revenge. It ached as he watched her act like she’s dealt with the idea of being a killer, of being a monster. He wanted to scream at Kali for telling her that she was a monster. And then, he watched her leave, head back home. And he saw himself, running to her, clinging to her as if his life depended on it. It probably did. He saw her close the gate, using Kali’s advice.

And suddenly he found himself being thankful.

Because of Kali, the girl who, in his eyes, led El towards the path that could destroy her eventually, El was alive.


Two soft hands brushed his cheeks as Eleven removed the fabric. He blinked and wiped his eyes quickly, sniffling. He lifted his gaze and noticed her eyes were filled with tears as well.

'I’m sorry. ’ he said hoarsely, pulling her into his arms. She pressed her face into the soft fabric of his hoodie and wrapped her arms around his waist.

They sat like that for a while. Her hands pressed against his back, fingers gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt from time to time. His gentle palm resting on the back of her head, as he pressed his nose against her hair.

When they pulled apart, the tea had already turned cold.

’ Jane. ’ he said quietly. 'Jane. ’

She looked at him, suddenly a bit unsure.

'I like it. ’ he smiled at her warmly.

Her eyes lit up, and her cheeks were graced by dimples that appeared when she smiled, and everytime she did, Mike felt like he was falling all over again. No, not falling. Levitating. Like she somehow managed to get him to float with her powers.

’ I still like when you call me El, though. ’ she said softly.

’ It can always be like your nickname. Like Max is Mad Max. ’ he laughed. El grimaced a bit, but brushed it off, focusing on his hand clasping her own. 'Do you regret it?’ he asked suddenly.


'Not staying with Kali and the rest. ’ he looked away, bracing himself for the answer.

'I… don’t know. ’ she bit lip. ’ For a moment I thought I found my place, with them. I found someone who fully understood. My sister. ’

Mike nodded, looking at her.

’ But… It wasn’t home. ’ she met his gaze. 'Home is here. With you. With Hopper. With the boys. But I miss her, too. She helped me… understand. Things about me. Maybe not how she wanted. ’

She smiled sadly.

'I wish I can see her again. ’

'You can. ’ he said abruptly.

She furrowed her brows, puzzled.

He might not like Kali. She might not be too keen on meeting him, one of the reasons Jane left, either. But if Kali was important to El, then it didn’t matter all that much.

'I’ll go with you. When you don’t have to be worried about being seen anymore. We can take a bus, or something, or maybe even get Jonathan or Steve to drive us there, and we can find her, and-’

Suddenly he froze when he felt her lips pressed gently against his own. He blinked and subconsciously leaned in.

He noticed the kiss ended when he heard her laugh quietly and he realised he was sitting unmoving, with his eyes closed and his mouth hanging slightly open.

He blinked and blushed, seeing her amused gaze and raised eyebrow. He strached his neck, smiling awkwardly.

'Yeah, anyways… ’ he cleared his throat. 'Do you wanna watch something? I, uh… ’ he reached for his backpack and unzipped it. 'I brought some tapes, I wanted to bring Star Wars, but guys would never forgive me if they weren’t here for your first time watching it, so I brought some movies that I thought were cool, so I thought… I mean I dunno what kind of movies do you like, so I wasn’t sure what to bring, and… ’

'Mike. ’

He stopped rambling and looked at her.


'Just put the damn tape in. ’ she grinned at him teasingly.

'Hopper definitely has a bad influence on you. ’ he grinned back and took a random tape out of the backpack, heading towards TV.

By the time they almost finished “E.T.”, they heard a knock on the door.

3.9.4 - Monty de la Cruz x Reader

Request - “Maybe a monty fan fic where monty and y/n have been besties since birth and he loves her but she’s dating jeff, since both of them play baseball.”            

A/N: I worked on the premise that they are 16/17. I’m pretty sure this is definitely not what you envisioned and it’s not what i did either, i kinda hate it. lol. I left the ending unclear in case i decide it needs serious editing.

3rd September 2004

A small freckled boy and a lonely shy girl make eye contact at their first day of school.

“Mommy says if someone looks nice I should talk to them” He said as he tapped her on the shoulder rather aggressively.

“My mommy says that too! Will you be my best friend? Mommy said I might meet one of those today!”

“For ever and ever and ever!”

6th January 2006

“Montgomery look at my snowman!”

The boy sulked noticing hers was far superior.

“I’ll help you with yours Montgomery.” She placed her mitten clad hands into his. “That’s what friends are for.”

9th September 2014

“Happy Birthday to my favourite person in the whole entire world.” She ran up from behind him holding a small home-made cake, which read; ‘Happy 15th Montgomery’

“Now, you know how much I appreciate the gesture, and how much i love cake, and you, but what have I said about continuously calling me my full name now that we’re in high school?” He took the cake.

“Don’t be such a teenager, Mont. Just because you’re now older than me.”

“Exactly. It means I get to boss you around.”

“We both know that’s never going to happen.”

22nd June 2016

“MONTGOmERY!! MONTGOMErYYYY!!” She yelled as she ran through the corridors, pushing people who were in her way.

“Monty!” She panted, flying into the boy with force.


“Guess what?”

He rolled his eyes. “What?”

“NO. You have to guess.” She jumped up and down.

“Fine. You got an A?”

“Hell no, who do you think i am? Try again.”

“They finally made Pluto a planet again?”

“Monty! Keep up.” She pushed him.

“Well you haven’t given me any clues whatso-”

“Fine. FINE. I can’t wait any longer I’ll have to tell you. JEFF ATKINS ASKED ME ON A DATE!!”

Monty often thought this was one of the worst days of his life, the knife cut deep and sharp.

“Oh.” He pretended to put something away in his locker in order to hide his expression.

“Mont you’re my best friend, I expected you to be a bit more…animated.” Her face fell.

“I am really happy for you, it’s just, I just remembered that I have a chemistry exam next. Oops.”

Monty wasn’t sure how he could bear to see the girl he loved with the boy who had everything.

June 2017(now)

Montgomery and Y/N. Y/N and Montgomery. However you said it, it just sounded right. The two were inseparable, and when Monty threw a fit, which, really,  was a lot, the only person he would even consider looking at was Y/N. She was his rock, and he was stupidly in love with her.

The problem was, she was dating his friend, Jeff. A guy she’d crushed on since freshman year. He had the hearts of everyone in school, he could pick anyone, but he’d decided to choose the one girl Monty even glanced at. Of course, he didn’t blame him, Jeff had no idea how his friend felt about Y/N, and well, she was perfect, but it still stung. What was worse was that being the best friend, he was constantly hearing about how fantastic Jeff was, and how different they were.

He often wished to be more like Jeff, but his temper decided to show its ugly horns and take him right back to thinking it was never possible.

“Does my anger scare you?” He asked her as they sat on the school field making history notes.

“What?” The question seemed to catch her off guard and she lost herself for a second. “Of course not Mont. You know I’m not scared of you.”

“You hesitated. You’re scared.” He clenched his jaw and turned his head to the grass.

“No, I’m not, you just surprised me because I wasn’t expecting it. I promise you.” She placed her hand over his own, smiling gently. He shook his head in the direction of the school.

“Jeff’s coming.” Her expression when he mentioned his name did a complete 180. She was grinning so much he thought maybe her cheeks ached.

“Jeff!” She waved at him, standing to greet him. He pulled her in for a kiss. Monty averted his eyes.

“Oh, sorry for the PDA man.” Jeff chuckled, coming to sit next to him, Y/N returning to her spot.

“Yeah keep it in private.” He nodded. Y/N glanced at Jeff with an amused expression. Montgomery decided he would ignore the exchanged glances at his expense.


“You look pissed. I mean you always do, but more so than usual.” She stated. They were sat on her bed watching a movie. “You know I’m always here…”

“Oh look, she’s an observer now.” He mocked. He began to realise how bothered he was getting at her presence. It was a struggle having her around nowadays knowing how un-reciprocated his feelings were, and how he could never confess. Her compassionate and caring nature was making everything worse.

“Don’t be a dick Monty. I just wanted to know what was wrong so I could help you. But whatever.”

So he decided to push her away in the only way Monty knew.

“Don’t bother trying. You never could help and you’ll never be able to.” Monty could see that this was hurting her, but for some reason he kept going. “I don’t know how you haven’t realised yet that I’m broken beyond repair and you’re just another fucking pile of salt adding to my wound.”

“Monty stop?! Where is this coming from? You don’t really mean this.” Tears were brimming at her eyes. Why was he being like this? Where had this come from?

“Yes I fucking do.” He spat, staring off into the TV screen.

“Right. Fine. If I’m such a fucking hindrance to you then I’m leaving.” She stood up and collected her things. “Don’t expect me to be back. Ever.” The door slammed with force.

Once she was out the door he realised what a mistake he’d made.

“Fuck. Y/N WAIT!!” He ran to the door, but all he saw was her car driving away.


47 texts. 30 missed calls. Those were the stats on Y/N’s phone under Montgomery’s contact. She knew he snapped. He had always had anger issues, but this hurt her and she didn’t need to be made to feel like that by her best friend.

“He’ll come around, babe.” Jeff rubbed her back.

“He’s already tried. Twice in the past week. My mum is worried something’s happened between us.” She rolled her eyes.

“I can try and talk to him again.”

“No, Jeff. He needs to know I’m serious about this. He can’t just treat me like shit because I’ve dealt with him the longest.”

“Okay, you know I’m always here. He always has been a little… tetchy.”

“I know I’m angry at him, but he’s still my best friend.”

Truthfully, she already missed him.


Knock, knock.

Not a-fucking-gain. She internally groaned.

This time she would open the door and tell him to fuck off. He’d made his bed, now he should lay in it. She was the only one home, so she ran down to open the door.

“Y/N!” He was haggard. His eyes told her that he hadn’t slept a wink since their disagreement, and his hair was limp and greasy. It was evident that he was surprised that she’d opened the door.

“Fuck. Off.” She began to pull the door up but Monty held it open.

“Wait! Please. Just hear me out.” He pleaded.

“Why should I?”

“You shouldn’t, really. But you will because you’re kind, and caring, and you think everyone deserves a second chance.”

“You know me too well, shoot.”

“Okay, so, there is NO excuse for what I said to you, I know. This isn’t a justification, it’s an explanation. You know I have anger problems, and that is part of it, but most of it is something I’ve tried to hide for so long now.”

She looked concerned, pulling her arms into herself.

“I’m hoping after I tell you this we can go back to normal, just ignore it ever happened. Don’t worry though, I’m not counting on it. Okay… so….” he breathed heavily. He was finally going to tell his best friend of 13 years that he was pathetically in love with her.

“I am majorly, stupidly, pathetically, in love with you Y/N L/N. In love, not just ’I love you as my best friend’. I don’t expect you to say anything, I just couldn’t deceive you any longer.” He stood twiddling his thumbs while she watched in shock. It felt like eons went by.

“Okay. That’s all. Thanks for hearing me out.” He turned and made his way down her road, his head spinning, but feeling a weight off his shoulder. He’d done something he’d never expected of himself. Maybe he’d ruined the best thing he’d ever had in his life, but it was too late now.

Something tugged his arm and turned him. It was Y/N. Her eyes were speckled with tears as they looked up at his.

KyouHaba Stuff

So I was thinking about one of my OTPs and I came up with shit they’d do ya know?

Okay firstly Kyoutani, contrary to popular belief, is not dumb. In fact he tries extremely hard to stay on top of his work and although he isn’t on top of his grade he isn’t at the bottom either - a good slightly above average but not amazing.

Also Yahaba is not perfect. Tbh he has a little bit of anxiety when it comes to captaincy because he has to fill the shoes of Oikawa and sometimes he has panic attacks. He however is on top of his school work but has a lot of pressure from home and that also triggers his anxiety.

Kyoutani and Yahaba get along pretty well, they have the occasional heated banter but it never crosses the line because Kyou is aware of Yahaba’s anxiety and doesn’t want to trigger it.

They’re not ‘dating’ because Yahaba has a hard time coming to terms with his sexuality since he’s only ever dated girls or looked at girls but his study sessions with Kyou end up with them cuddling and watching super sappy movies (((which Kyou doesn’t necessarily like but tolerated for Yahaba and he soon realised they’re pretty cute))).

Sometimes Kyou, because he was never one for caring about what others thought of him, will peck Yahaba on the cheek at practice and that’s how he starts to become comfortable with the idea of them being in a relationship.

They’re the captain and ace of Seijou and most of their arguments revolve around team strategy. It took a while for Kyou to calm down on court - and by calm I mean he doesn’t hit Kindaichi’s tosses - but now he listens to Yahaba. (((Watari is lowkey glad that it’s calmed down because he was afraid they’d rip each other’s heads off at the beginning what he didn’t know is that those arguments were how Yahaba showed authority over Kyou in terms of his Wolf Pack like view on things)))

Okay but imagine Yahaba going out and buying cute little things like matching key chains and Kyou is like wtf? at first but now he’s oh cute ok and this one time he bought them matching T-Shirts with cats and dogs on them and it almost brought Yahaba to tears because they were hideous and he has a fashion standard to uphold but he saw the adorable earnest in Kyou’s eyes and ended up wearing them to a team outing to which everyone gives them shit for.

And Yahaba accidentally calling Kyou a pet name in the gym and everyone turns to stare at him but he responds normally because he forgot he was in a public place; give it like 30 seconds for the realisation to dawn on them and they look at each other with mortification plastered on their faces while Watari bursts out laughing and the first years giggle but blush also because wtf is happening to their team first IwaOi now this.

One day Yahaba decided to visit Kyou at the pet shelter he works at. He was looking through the dog collars and toys when he comes across one that looks intricately pretty but also confusing to use and Kyou comes up behind him and he’s like ‘oh it’s super easy’ and he puts it around his neck and it was at that moment Yahaba realised he had a kink for collars. ((We don’t kinkshame here))

Yahaba starts stealing Kyou’s home made bentos because he was curious as to what it tasted like since he always had money to buy lunch. But it taste amazing so now the team goes to Kyou’s after practice once a month for dinner - a team tradition.

They go to a theme park once and Yahaba pretends to like roller coasters because he thought Kyou looks like he’d enjoy them. But while they’re getting locked into their seats Kyou quickly confesses he’s terrified and Yahaba instantly regrets his life decisions but as the ride starts he hears Kyou, not yell, but whimper and whine like a dog; and when they get off Kyou leans on him and nuzzles his head into the crook of Yahaba’s shoulder and suddenly he feels extremely blessed.

- Kyou totally does the clichéd ‘throw rocks at Yahaba’s window’ thing
- Yahaba pets Kyou’s head like a puppy and he loves it
- Kyou loves belly rubs like soft gentle rubbing that puts him to sleep
- Yahaba snores a little and he’s always been insecure of it but Kyou thinks it adorable and recorded one time to listen to when he’s feeling down
- Kyou snorts when he laughs and sometimes he ends up sounding like a pug and it compels Yahaba to tackle him and cuddle his head because it’s so fucking cute
- They have weekly study sessions on weekends but they get bored and go out and eventually it turns into their 'date nights’
- Yahaba was preparing himself for completely stupid Kyou on their first study date but was pleasantly surprised when Kyou could keep up for the most part
- Kyou pretending to be dumb and not knowing how to kiss just to watch Yahaba struggle with embarrassment while explaining how to make out
- Their first kiss was a mess because Yahaba accidentally stuck his tongue out and Kyou bit down on it
- They’re super shy with PDA because they’re both guys but sometimes Kyou entwines their hands - he cares less and just really loves Yahaba




My first “regular, fast-paced, music video-thingy”! Saw a crossover video with Korra and Sinbad, and then immediately realised that I had never seen non/Disney characters actually bending the elements. So I combined 2 things that I love! :D As you can see, it was easiest to make water and fire benders! ;3

While working on this I realised that I prefer working in a movie format. Too hard to choose where to put the clips when there is no story dictating the order. :P (PS: Only the clips in GIF 4 and 5 are meant to be chronologically related to each other.) 

Come back to me.

Request: “Can you write something about Bucky based on the writing prompt "I was nowhere near the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by”? Thanks!!!!!! Xxxxxxxx"

Summary: After the decision is made to put Bucky back in cryo, your whole world falls apart and you completely lose control. Will your broken pieces ever be put back together?

Word count: 2,047

Warnings: None

A/N: I ran away with this so prepare for the feels to hit hard. I am aware this is low-key trash.

Italics are used to represent flashbacks.


Originally posted by wintersthighs

“Y/N, it’s always such a pleasure to see you!” The strong, firm voice welcomed you as arms wrapped around your rigid figure. T'Challa had not always been a friend but as it now stood, he definitely wasn’t a foe.

“I’m sorry for not giving you any pre-warning, I was nowhere near the neighbourhood, thought I’d stop by.” You tried to make your voice sound comical, uplifting, you tried to make it sound like just being there didn’t rip your heart to pieces with every breath you inhaled and every step you took but, deep down you knew, you weren’t convincing anyone.

The worst thing being you had no choice, being away hurt even more - ever since they had chosen to freeze Bucky again you had been propelled at full force into a constant cycle of pain and destruction - Bucky was the love of your life, a love you would probably never see again.

“No problem, you’re always welcome. Stay for as long as you like!” T'Challa couldn’t help the sympathy that laced itself into his voice from showing, he always worried about how you were doing because it never seemed to be that you were doing okay.

As you watched T'Challa walk away, you suddenly forgot how to breathe. It always happened this way, every time you came here your body would undergo the same excruciating sequence. With every step closer to his body, your own grew colder than the ice that surrounded Bucky but your heart burned like fire as it pushed lava through your veins.

Steve had asked once to come with you. Personally, up until then, he’d always thought it was something you should do by yourself but once he was prompted by T'Challa of the fact that you had tried to use your skills as a pyrokinesis to melt the ice surrounding Bucky as well as nearly and unknowing setting aflame the whole city of Lagos - Steve thought it was time to intervene, time to help.

But, you didn’t want help. Not because you thought you didn’t need it, as you were well aware that you were spiralling out of control and therefore extremely dangerous, but because you were ignorant, selfish and madly in love with a man that had been snatched from your arms.

You and Bucky were the perfect team together, you kept each other sane. The presence of your smooth hair and soft skin at night kept Bucky’s nightmares at bay and, in the daytime, his electrifying eyes slowed the erratic beat of your heart. However, when Bucky was put in cryo, who was there to save you?

Your soul turned sour and your intentions were malicious, soon enough you were compromising missions and getting other people killed. You put your emotions and personal grudges before your vow to save the lives of the innocent and because of that, you had to go.

Soon enough you ended up taking a “vacation”, as Tony first called it, despite everyone knowing that it was because he had no idea how to deal with you anymore. No-one did.

You no longer were the Y/N they all knew and loved, you didn’t even know yourself anymore. So, your three-month vacation turned into a couple of years and you’d only recently returned to throw in the towel.

Pressing your trembling hands upon the glass that separated yourself from your lover, you let your tears run freely.

“Hey Bucky,” you whimpered, pausing slightly to wait for a reply you would never receive, “so I officially kicked myself off the team yesterday. I think they always knew if I ever came back it would be the last time they would see me but, none the less, hope radiated off their faces.”

Composing yourself you turned to knock on the door just as it flew open, taken back you quickly looked up and saw a security camera pointed straight in your direction. Of course, as soon as you entered the city, F.R.I.D.A.Y would follow your every step, she would know where you were heading before you even did yourself.

“Y/N?” A voice gasped. Looking into the doorway you saw tears already spewing from their eyes, a look of complete shock and confusion written upon their face as they battled between not touching you in case you disappeared and launching themselves on you in a hug.

“Hey Romanoff, looking good!” You chuckled, winking at her with your usual bubbly nature and, with that, she picked the latter, engulfing you in love, a feeling you hadn’t felt directed towards yourself in a long time.

“Y/N, you came at just the right time, everyone’s here and we were just making dinner, you can join us. Please sit next to me! I swear if Tony steals you away to show you his toys I will tackle him to the ground…” Standing there, watching her rant on about everything you missed, broke your heart into a million pieces and not wanting to forget the way it felt to have a best friend, you took everything in. The way sunlight made her auburn hair shine and her eyes sparkle, how her face constantly portrayed a look of control and reservation, she was sarcastic and, oh so, beautiful.

Breathing in her sexy aroma, shivers ran down your spine, it was something you had once been incredibly jealous of. Guys had always looked past you and straight to the beauty that now stood in front you, it had always made you upset until you met Bucky. Then, you were happy to have their eyes pass over you as you knew Bucky’s never would.

The rest of the evening was a blur as wide eyes and open arms greeted you - in an instant, everyone forgot the last couple of years and everything that caused the separation. No one asked questions, no one felt they needed to, you were back and you were safe - that was all that mattered.

“Steve was there, I don’t know why I was expecting him not to be or, maybe, I was just hoping that he wouldn’t be. Hoping that I wouldn’t have to put myself through the pain and realisation that I’d been forgiven by him but never by myself.”

The sound of Steve’s voice brought you back into reality as he stared in bewilderment at you from the other side of the room. With tears racing down his cheeks, he ran towards you, engulfed you in a hug and stifled your whimpers as you tried to apologise.

“The really fucked up thing is I want to go back. I want to watch shitty films on movie nights, I want to prank people with Peter, I want to paint my nails with Nat and I want to train with Steve. I want to hug him, I want to spend the rest of my days making it up to him and I want you to be there with me. I want to lie in your arms and kiss you good night-” By now, you weren’t technically even speaking English, it was more of a mixture between heart raking sobs and a few understandable syllables.

Taking a long, deep breath you composed yourself and continued.

“Tony gave me some gifts, I don’t think he could resist. They’re beautiful but dangerous, they remind me of you. Everything reminds me of you…”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y has been telling me all about your secret missions and I wanted to thank you by giving you a couple of ‘small’ gifts,” Tony said, with a smirk planted firmly on his face as he led you through the maze that was the Avengers main base.

“Tony,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, “you know I hate unnecessarily expensive presents.”

“Oh no, you’ll like these ones. Trust me!” Tony chuckled in return as he was reminded of all the times he tried to shower you in luxuries and all the times those luxuries were instantly returned back to the store.

You silently thanked Tony for respecting the fact you didn’t want to discuss the missions on which the gifts were to be used. You knew Tony often watched over you, your personal guardian angel, ready to call for backup if any was needed, hell, if you were in trouble he’d fly in there himself without a second thought. But he also knew the more personal side to the missions, every one directed at a Hydra base Bucky might have stayed in an effort to find information on how to reverse the curse Hydra had placed on him.

The next couple of hours were spent working with Tony as he modified the armour and weapons he had designed and made specifically for you. Each piece was as perfect as the other, you cringed at how long Tony must have worked on them for. Motivated by the hope that one day he would be able to give you them in person, that you would one day come back alive.

As if reading your mind, Tony let out a sob, a sob so full of pain and hurt it was like a million knives had been stabbed into your chest. Sitting down next to Tony you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn off the camera and joined in. It lasted for about half an hour; both of you clinging onto each other for dear life - Tony crying as he felt responsible for your departure and the imprisonment of Bucky, as you cried knowing eventually you’d have to leave all the happiness you’d felt the last couple of days behind you.

“Soon enough, my time was up and I said my last goodbyes. I was finally leaving for good.”

Taking a deep breath you knew it was time, you’d stayed for way too long already and if you stayed another day you felt like you would never leave.

It wasn’t fair to do that to the team, forcing them to constantly be on the edge of their seats, forcing them to constantly anticipate your departure. None of it was fair, you knew you hadn’t acted in the right way, turning up out of nowhere, interrupting the swing of things. You’d been selfish and you were about to be selfish again: break everyone’s heart another time.

“Vision,” you called out, “it’s time.”

Appearing from thin air, he entered the room with a solemn look on his face. “Y/N, I urge you to think about this, there must be another way, the only thing everyone wants is for you to be happy and safe. Your best chances to be those two things are here with us.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” You shouted, instantly sighing at the fact you’d accidentally and unnecessarily raised your voice, directing your anger at the one person who deserved it the least. Lowering it to almost a whisper, you looked down at your feet. “Vision, please ask everyone to meet in the common room in half an hour and, please, don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Once all your bags had been packed and gifts collected, you headed to your doom. Walking into the doors you found everyone gathered round the table; Sam and Nat were laughing with Cap about something or, more likely, laughing at Cap about something, Vision and Wanda sat together talking in hushed voices and Hawkeye joined Banner in a conversation about something way too complicated for this time in the morning. Searching for Tony, a hand enclosed around yours, giving it a squeeze. “You don’t have to do this, we can work something out,” Tony pleaded, without even looking, you could sense the tears building in his eyes.

Encapsulating him in a hug, you whispered in his ear, “Don’t lie to yourself, Tony. We both know I have no other choice.”

Silence fell as people noticed your presence and tension filled the air. Giving you one last squeeze, Tony kissed your cheek. “You always have a choice.”

“I hate it all so much because I want to go home but even more than that, I need you Bucky, I need you to come back to me,” With that, you finally, utterly and completely fell apart.

Moments later, arms wrapped around your figure - one inhumanly stronger than the other.

“Let’s go home, doll.”

A/N: Dun! Dun! DUNNNNNNN! Constructive crititism is appreciated!

About *that* scene, aka ‘Empire of Corpses gets worse every time I am stupid enough to rewatch it’

So I watched the Empire of Corpses again - it’s the SIXTH time. I feel like my lifespan gets considerably shorter every time - and we discovered something new…

Beware, spoilers ahead. If you haven’t watched the movie, don’t read.

So, I had assumed that Watson never wanted to sedate Friday because it was “bad” for him: when we see Hadaly doing it the second time, Watson looks away because he can’t bear watching Friday scream in agony. I thought it was a painful process of sorts, but hadn’t realised something… It’s not just that.

During this scene, we see Friday trying to kill Watson many times while he’s being controlled by the sound waves. At some point he’s lucid and aware enough to feel his soul again, as demonstrated by the signal - the pen tapping on the nose - then he loses control of himself again for a few seconds. When he’s back, we see him crying and struggling to stay aware and regain his humanity, to the point that he points the gun at himself to avoid any harm to Watson.

Watson stops him, then finally uses the sedative syringe on Friday.
They hug, Friday loses consciousness and exhales a quiet breath.

Or at least so I thought.

Because now, we realised he was not just blacking out or being merely sedated… He was dying there.
Yes, dying again.
 Because we see Watson reanimating him once more at the lighthouse in the next scene, just like we see in the very first part of the movie. I had assumed it was just some routine procedure, but then

This is also highlighted by the two little bulb things on Friday’s forehead after that, resembling those that Watson used to reanimate the soldier some time before.

And this is also the reason why, in his delirious “dream” after the intoxication, Watson sees Friday die for real after being sedated - he was probably semi-aware when Hadaly did it the first time, when she saved them.

He knew the sedative will eventually kill him, he always knew, which is why he never wanted to use it, despite the fact that Friday could have killed him many times. 

Yes, Friday died there in Watson’s arms because of the sedative, that is the real reason why he didn’t want to use it on him. True, he can revive him as many times as he wants, but still… He literally sedated Friday to death to prevent him from killing himself. And this is also why he seems so peaceful straight after, slipping into oblivion while being held by Watson.

Friday died in Watson’s arms.
Watson killed Friday.
I think I need a moment…

Cas watching a bunch of romantic comedy movies, spending an entire day on Netflix just binging his way through them. Dean coming back to find him practically square-eyed, lost in a world of I do’s and I will’s and I always have’s.

“Why are you watching this crap,” Dean says, amused and folding his arms, as Sandra Bullock dances onscreen. Cas shrugs slightly, awkward. He turns the volume down.

“It’s fun,” he says, a note of caution in his voice. “To watch. I never realised… how easy it could be.”

“Easy?” Dean shifts his weight, a slight frown appearing.

“Yes. I didn’t realise that… things… could be so simple. The movies are less than two hours long. The people say how they’re feeling, what they’re thinking… I didn’t realise it could be like that. I thought it was always…”

A silence rings. Dean’s cheeks are slightly pink. Cas is watching the screen determinedly.

“They’ve got a script,” Dean says. He clears his throat. “We’re better at ripping those up than reading from ‘em.”

“We are,” Cas agrees. Sandra Bullock had stopped dancing.

“Still,” Dean says. “You’d look good dancing like that.” Cas shoots him a soft glare.

“You’d be the one dancing,” he says. “Obviously.”

Dean grins, and rolls his eyes. “Yeah,” he says. “Sure.”

The next time Cas walks past the kitchen, he sees Dean with his headphones in, shaking his hips, whirling a dishcloth around with one hand, dancing a little dirty to a beat that Cas can’t hear. He considers pretending not to have seen, and then takes a step inside.

“Told you,” he says, as Dean comes to a sudden stop. “You look good when you do that.”

Saying what you’re thinking isn’t so hard, Cas thinks as he walks away, leaving Dean bright pink and happily flustered. He’s going to try it again soon.

Picnic Blankets and I Love You’s - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by moon-dustt420

Requested: Stiles imagine where you two are dating but haven’t said ‘I love you’ to each other yet. Stiles realises he finally loves you and does all these really cute romantic gestures to show it

Summary: Stiles realises he loves (Y/N) and he then decides to display how much he loves her and treat her to an amazing night (not wink wink but if you want just imagine wink wink).

“What the-. That’s bull! The games lagging! I would’ve beaten him otherwise!” 

“Sure” Stiles mumbles with a slight laugh. I turn my head over and see him staring intensely at me. 

“What are you looking at?” I ask after pausing the game.

“Nothing… just wondering how I got so lucky.” 

“If you keep talking like that you might get even luckier” I wink and stand up, turning off the game. “Anyway, I’ve gotta run. Dad wants me home by 5:30 and its…” I look at my phone and wince “5:34. See you later.” I kiss Stiles on the lips quickly and jog out of his house to mine since we only lived a couple of streets away. 

“Stiles, where are you taking us? I thought we were going back to yours?” I ask confused. He smirks but remains silent making me furrow my eyebrows. 

“Close your eyes.”


“Your eyes. Close them.”

“Okay…” I close my eyes and after a few minutes the car stops moving. I hear Stiles’ door open and close and the the back seats door open and close. I sat in the car for a few moments until the door next to me opens and I feel Stiles help me out. He then puts his hands over my eyes and walks me over to a softer feeling surface. 

“Okay, open.” Stiles says as he takes his hands from my face. I’m greeted with the view of Beacon Hills and a small picnic blanket laid down on the ground with a wooden basket next to it. 

“What’s the occasion?”

“Can’t I just treat my girl?” Stiles smirks as he puts his arm over my shoulder.

I took a bite into one of the cookies that Stiles had in the basket.

“Mmmmh. Oh my god did you make this?!” He blushes and nods while eating a sandwich. “Jesus, you need to cook more often.” Stiles laughs at me as I devour the cookie. I open up the basket again and see two cans of apple cider. “Classy,” I giggle as I crack open the cans and hand him one. “Cheers.” We sit in a comfortable silence watching the sun go down over the town. 

“The view is so pretty.” I whisper in awe. I turn my head over to see Stiles staring at me and I blush. 

“(Y/N), theres something I realised yesterday that I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while…” I furrow my eyebrows, worried for what was coming. 

“You can tell me anything, Stiles. You know that.”

“When I’m around you time seems to freeze. I don’t feel the constant anxiety weighing me down anymore. You’re like a breath of fresh air. It amazes me how I could never get sick of hanging out with you. That’s all I want to do! When I’m not with you I wish that I were and when I’m with you I wish that we could stay that way forever. Watching a movie, laying in bed,… sitting watching the sunset.” He smiles softly at me. “And I asked myself ‘why’? Why am I so obsessed with you? And it hit me. I love you. I love your hair, your eyes, your lips, your heart, your terrible jokes; everything! And with everything going on now, I know that I’d regret it for the rest of my life if anything ever happened and I didn’t tell you that. I needed to tell you. I love you.” I wipe away the few stray tears and jump on top of him hugging the life out of him.

“I love you too you sarcastic nerd.” I pull back and look at his face, studying him until we both begin to kiss passionately. 

“Doesn’t your dad want you home by 5:30?” Stiles quickly pulls away and says in a breathless whisper. 

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Good idea.” He replies and we immediately go back to kissing. After we both were lacking oxygen we pulled apart and laid down on the blanket. He propped his head up on his hand and I laid my head on his chest. The sun had set and we laid there looking up at the stars. Sure, they were beautiful, but they had nothing against Stiles and (Y/N). 

Thanks for the request! I actually really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it as much as I do :) xx

Never the same. 3

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Featuring: -

Words: 2266

Warnings: -

Tags: @imabloodynerd @positivethoughtsforever @micawber69 @captainboomerangsunicorn 

Request: -

Notes: -

Originally posted by tomandharrisongifs


“Fine. I’ll invite her” Tom finally said. Although he would say almost anything at that point just to shut them up.

Sam and Harrison shared another smirk before turning on the TV in order to look for a good movie to watch. Meanwhile, Tom kept on eating as he tried to figure out how in hell he was supposed to invite (Y/N) to the screening. He groaned to himself. He was fucked.

It literally took (Y/N) no time to get to her apartment. It was even closer to Tom’s place than she imagined. The first thing she did was taking the shower she had been longing for hours now. The warm water relaxed her muscles and made her even a bit sleepy. Probably she wouldn’t last long that night.

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw the little light on her phone that let her know she had a message lighted up. (Y/N) smiled widely when she saw that there were the photos Tom had taken that day. She saw them all, loving all of them, before thanking him for everything once again and dropping the phone on the couch.

She opened the fridge and looked into it for a while before decided to make a sandwich. It was quick and good, just what she needed. When it was done, she grabbed a can of Coke and walked to the couch, turned on the smart TV and turned Netflix on, choosing House to be her company for the rest of the evening. Once she finished  dinner, she laid down on the couch, covering herself with a small blanket she had bought a couple of days ago, and relaxed with a long sigh. What a day.

Suddenly her phone started buzzing underneath her. With a groan, she pulled it out and looked at the screen. She didn’t know the number. It was an English one for sure, which just confused her since she didn’t have many numbers on the phone. Anyway, she decided to pick it up.

“Hello?” (Y/N) asked on the phone, turning the volume of the TV down.

“Hey (Y/N), it’s me… Tom” his timid voice said on the other side. She frowned a little, a bit sleepy, before it hit her. Tom!

“Oh, hi!” She said sitting up. “Sorry, I didn’t save your phone” she apologised.

“It’s okay” he said. The line went quiet for a few seconds before he talked again. “Did you get home safely?”

“Yeah, it was really close actually” (Y/N) smiled. It was confusing. Did he really call to check on her?

“Nice” he said. She heard him taking a deep breath before talking again. “Hey listen, do you have any plans for Friday?” He asked.

“Um…no, not really, why?” She replied.

“You know…I’m hosting, me and my brothers actually,” she smiled a little at how nervous he sounded, “we’re hosting a screening of Spiderman in the city to raise funds for our charity” he explained.

“You have a charity?” The girl asked surprised.

“Oh yeah! The Brothers Trust is the name” he said. She smiled a bit more. “So I was wondering if you would like to come? It’s at the Olympic Studios” he said.

The invitation took her completely off guard. She didn’t see this coming, not at all, and she didn’t know if he was asking as a friend or on a date but she was too afraid to ask. She had just met the guy so trying to figure him out was almost impossible.

“Eh…that sounds…” she gulped, “nice. I…I would love to go, yeah” she finally said. “But I don’t know where the place is” She added with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, you can drive there with my me” he suggested.

“Cool then” (Y/N) nodded biting her lip nervously.

“Cool” he repeated making her chuckle. “It’s at 2 p.m., but I have to be there at 12, is that okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course” she nodded.

“It’s settled then” he said, letting her sense his smile. (Y/N) nodded to herself once again. “Goodnight (Y/N)” he added.

“Night, Holland” she said back before hanging up.

After finishing the phone call, (Y/N) put her device down, trying to figure out what had happened there. Did she really have a date with… Tom Holland? Was it even a date? Thinking about it, it wasn’t really a date, she was going to be with his brothers and probably fans. They weren’t even going to be alone. Still, she didn’t know if it could be considered a date.

Not so far from there, Tom looked down at his phone, not knowing if what he had just done had been the right thing to do. Sure, he thought (Y/N) had been funny, nice and interesting, but he didn’t like her. Did he? Huffing, he dropped the phone on the bed and laid down, looking at the ceiling. It was done though, she had said yes and he was going to see her again. For some reason, the thought made him smile widely.

Next day (Y/N) spent the whole day in the city with her brother Alex. He had the day off and had cancelled all of his plans to be with his sister for the day, which was something they hadn’t done in a very long time. (Y/N) was so excited to spend time with him. The relationship between the two of them had been getting better with the years, despite all the fighting they had when they were little. She knew she could trust him with anything.

Maybe not anything. She didn’t tell him about Tom. She knew it didn’t mean anything, but she knew how he was going to react and start all the protective old brother stuff. She just wasn’t in the mood for it, not yet at least. So they just spent the day shopping, talking and eating. She was so happy to see that England hadn’t changed him a bit. Sure, his English was perfect, but he was the same outgoing, funny and down-to-earth guy she had always known.

By the time (Y/N) got on the train to get back to Kingston it was already night. Alex had told her to crush on his place but she had the screening with Tom the next day and she didn’t want to be late. Of course, she didn’t give so much information. She just said she had stuff to do the next day in Kingston, which was true.

While she was on the train, she took out the phone. There were notifications all over the screen due to not checking it much throughout the day. She replied her family first, especially her mother who tended to freak out if she took too long to reply. Finally, she saw a text from an unknown number: hey (Y/N), we’ll leave at 11.30 from my place if thats okay xx. At first she was confused, but then she supposed it had to be Tom. Definitely, she had to save his number. She replied saying it was okay Then, she saved his number in case she needed it.

Next day, when (Y/N) woke up and looked at the time, she almost fell down the bed. It was almost 11.15 and she were supposed to get ready in fifteen minutes. What a way to start the day. As fast as she could, she took an almost cold shower since she didn’t even have time to wait for it to get warmer, then she got dressed still shivering from that shitty shower, not even paying attention to what she was choosing. It was just a screening so she didn’t need anything fancy, still she wanted to look good. When she checked the time she only had five minutes left.

Breakfast was completely off the table, so she hurried back to the bathroom, plugged the drier in and dried her hair. Turning it off and unplugging in, she applied some basic make up before checking herself in the full body mirror. She looked like shit but it was the best she could do in so little time. Desperate, she grabbed a beanie from her drawer and put it over her head, trying to disguise how bad her hair looked, and ran out of the door, barely making sure she had everything with her. At least she had the keys.

(Y/N) ran all the way towards Tom’s place, hoping someone other than her was late too. Sadly, when she turned the corner of his street, she saw a black Audi waiting in front of Tom’s house and saw him waiting outside of the vehicle, phone against his ear. Probably he was calling her but the phone was into the bag so she ran faster as she called his name.

“Oh there you are!” He exclaimed when he spotted her, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I was calling” he added.

“I’m so sorry”, she mumbled as she stopped, bending down with her hands on her knees. “I woke up…fifteen minutes ago” she explained, trying to catch her breath.

“It’s okay” he laughed. “You didn’t have to die to come”, he added teasingly.

“You think I would die for you, Holland?” She smirked, finally straightening up.

“Look at you” he shrugged, still smirking. They both two looked at each other before laughing. “Hop in, we’re a bit late” he said.

(Y/N) hurried to the door while Tom rounded the car to get to the driver seat. Once the two of them were buckled up, he started the engine. Sweet sound. She smiled a little and looked at him just when he started driving. She had always thought that there was something so hot about a guy driving; maybe it was the way they focused, frowned, even bite their lip, maybe it was their arms stretched out, allowing her to see their muscles. She never figured it out, but it was such a turn on for her.

“Take a picture” he suddenly said.

With his comment, (Y/N) realised she had been staring for too long. A blush immediately made its way to herr cheeks, making her look away quickly. His laughter filled the car, making her smile but said nothing.

“Have you watched the movie before?” He asked when he stopped at a red light.

“I watched it when it came out in Spain” she replied, looking back at him again. “It will be the first time I watch it in English though” she added.

“You will get to hear my amazing Queens accent then” he said smiling widely. She laughed shaking her head a little.

“I’m awful recognising accents but I’m pretty sure yours is great” she told him.

“Well, thank you then” he said, making her smile.

When the light turned green, Tom started driving again in silence. A bit hesitantly, she stretched the hand and turned on the radio. She still wasn’t familiarised with the British radio stations but the moment she turned it on, Umbrella by Rihanna came on. She smirked and looked at Tom at the same time a small smile appeared on his face.

“You watched it” he stated making her laugh out loud.

“What can I say? It was pretty awesome” she laughed.

“Awesome? It was breath-taking, historic, unbelievable-“ before he could continue flattering himself, she stopped him.

“Okay, I think you need a bigger car for you and your ego” she teased making him laugh. “No, seriously, it’s getting crowded here” she added still smiling.

“It was so funny, really” he finally said. “Stressful but I had a great time”

“I bet” (Y/N) told him, turning her body so she was facing him. “Can I ask you something?” He looked at her for a moment, with his eyes narrowed.

“Sure” he shrugged. She bite her lip, not really sure about the question, but she decided to drop it anyway.

“Are you and Zendaya dating?” She asked. He frowned a little before looking at her again for a moment. “I mean…I’ve seen some interviews and you really got along with her during the LSB” she shrugged. He chuckled and shook his head.

“We’re absolutely not” he denied it. “She’s just a great friend who has been really helpful through…everything” he shrugged. (Y/N) nodded biting her lip. “What about you? Any guy in the picture?” He asked, trying to hide how anxious he was to know the answer.

“Nope” she replied looking away. “No boyfriend. Not anything” she added.

Tom nodded, feeling a sense of victory in his chest. A small smile appeared on his face but he looked out of the window slightly so he could hide it from her. Some minutes later, he turned a corner. Judging by the queue of people she imagined they were at the Olympic. Soon, Tom found a parking spot and parked the car and looked at her for a moment.

“What?” She asked.

“Are you okay with…the fans and paparazzi?” He asked. She frowned looking out of the car as well. Paparazzi?

“I haven’t really thought about it”, she half lied, “but we’re just friends so…” she shrugged.

“Cool, let’s go then” he smiled at her and opened the door.

After taking off her beanie and putting it in her bag she tried to fix her hair a bit. Then, she exited the car, checking her phone as he locked it and waited for her. There was nothing so she just put it back in the bag and walked with him towards the theatre. The eyes were on the both of them as some fans started to get nervous by his presence. Luckily, there were no screaming.

anonymous asked:

Ooh, I see you're looking for angst? How about, sometime after Saeran is rescued, Saeyoung's agency get their hands on Saeran and MC (Saeyoung's gf/wife/whatever) and Saeyoung is given an impossible choice: save only one of them.

*warning, v angsty and contains difficult themes*

1457 WORDS

btw please send more angst in, this was so much fun to write o:

An Easy Choice

Whitish-pink lilies always make someone’s day better, right? Saeyoung hoped so, as he placed them in a cute white vase and messaged MC asking where she was. He needed to know, so this small box in his back pocket would stop making his ass hurt.

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“Cloud Atlas” is probably the most unusual book in this Inktober series, and it’s also the one I read most recently.

I’d never heard of it until I read about the film coming to cinemas in 2012, and the outset - a story spanning several centuries from 1850 to the ?24th century, with a nested plot of six protagonists that are connected by these stories (the 1850 journal is read by a young musician in 1930, whose music is heard by a reporter in the 1970, whose story is adapted into a novel and reaches a 2000s publisher, whose absurd escape from a senior home is made into a film that is watched by a dystopian future clone waitress, who rises to god status to a postapocalyptic society living on Hawaii). I was totally blown away by the idea alone, and read the book, avoiding the movie for several years.

Of those stories, which are told in very different forms and even very different narrative voices, that of Sonmi~451 touched me the most. She is a fabricant, a clone born to serve in a fast food restaurant that blurs the line between corporate culture and religion. Raised believing she isn’t human, her dispassionate nature never truly changes even as she realises that everything she once believed was a lie, and even when she is executed by the corporate state, she firmly believes that the truths she uncovered with survive, and inspire those who come after her.

The major themes of the entire book deeply resonated with me - from human nature and changing social structures to the futility of life, and paradoxically, the striving to make your life meaningful in the face of futility. (It helps that the nested structure lets the book finish with the hopeful young abolitionist in 1850, rather than with the old and disillusioned postapocalyptic survivor in the future facing the end of civilisation).

The movie, when I finally watched it, was a vast disappointment. In true Hollywood fashion, it plastered in the most cheesy happy ending imaginable, ruining everything for me. I have reread the book several times since, but completely avoid the film.

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A Vision x Reader Fic Request

For @this-kitty-has-claws because she whines but I love her, and she convinced me Vision needed more fiction.

Pairing: Vision x Reader   |   Word Count: 2800
Warnings: none, just fluff and stuff

You were standing in the kitchen, lit only by the glow from the stove, eating a bowl of cereal over the sink as you tried to slow your racing heart. You knew better. Oh how you knew better than to watch a scary movie by yourself at eleven o’clock at night, but nearly everyone was gone from the compound, and you’d really wanted to see The Conjuring which everyone else had watched without you when you’d been off on a mission for Fury.

Now you were halfway through and scared stupid, wolfing down cereal because your freaky ass stomach had decided it wanted food, requiring you to walk through the compound, alone, in the dark, at night, by yourself, to get something to eat. It was horrifying to realize A the compound was far bigger than you’d thought, and B the place was fudging scary at night. Had it always had so many shadows? Did it always make those noises? Were those footsteps or were you imagining things?

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To Date a Female Boss

Originally posted by perksofbeinganavengers

Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Length: 1010 words

Warnings: bisexuality, female reader, female x female relationship

Natasha was a powerful woman. One who spit in the face of danger. She was the epitome of a female boss; a woman who owns her body, mind and spirit. She was successfully managing to be every female’s hero, body goals, and sometimes – crush.

She was your crush.

Whilst you’d always known that you’d found women attractive, both sexually and physically they appealed to you, you’d never dated one. Most of your dates, and sexual dalliances, were with men. Your preferences being not important when you liked someone. If you liked someone, you dated them, end of the story. Their gender wasn’t what you were dating, after all, you were dating the person.

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Jinyoung Imagine - I Live Alone

A/N - Requested by @smalliemichelle99! I’ve yet to see the show I Live Alone but it sounds pretty good and I hope this imagine did your request justice! Keep sending in your requests my loves~

Hiii, I hope you feel less stress with the end of your exams admin!! Can I request for a scenario where jinyoung appears in a show called I live alone (it’s a show that shows the life of celebrity living alone) and like during the show his girlfriend comes over for like date night and fans get to see how their dates are like? I hope it’s not too much to ask (bonus that his girlfriend is wearing his hoodie please) thank you so much! Happy writing! 😄😄

Jinyoung was sat on his sofa, waiting for the cameras to start rolling. He’d been excited to take part in the show ‘I Live Alone’ mainly because he wanted to show the fans a different side to him: the side he had only ever shown his girlfriend before. Once everything had gotten started, Jinyoung almost forgot about your arrival, the sound of the doorbell sending a rush of nerves down his spine. Despite having been the one to come up with the idea to show the fans his relationship with you, it hadn’t quite dawned on him that it’d be so personal. He was still excited, but just very nervous all of a sudden. Opening the door to see you smiling at him helped to dissipate those worries within seconds. 
“Hi, we’re filming right now by the way,” he said, making sure you knew about the cameras. 
“I thought so, I could see loads of cars parked outside and thought you were filming. Are they just filming us as if it were a regular date night or?”
“Yeah, they want it to be as natural as possible.”
“Good to know. Let’s go show them then I guess,” you giggled, feeling a little shy with the knowledge of the cameras. 

The two of you walked into Jinyoung’s living room and as soon as you sat down, you realised you were wearing one of Jinyoung’s hoodies. A slight blush rose to your cheeks but you focused on Jinyoung. It’d be hard to act natural with all these cameras around, especially since you had never really shown the public what you were like behind closed doors. Usually on a date night, the two of you would get food delivered to the house and you’d watch a movie together but being on camera made you both feel like you had to do something a bit more exciting for the viewers. 
“Do you want us to do anything special or should we just do whatever we’d normally do?” Jinyoung asked one of the producers standing nearby. 
“Just act natural. Even if it’s boring and mundane, the audience wants to see it.” Jinyoung turned to you and smiled. 
“Right, pizza or chicken? It’s up to you and then I choose the movie.”
“Can’t I choose the movie? You always pick,” you replied, pouting and exaggerating your aegyo just for the cameras. He sighed at your pout and nodded. 
“Fine. We’ll get both then and you can pick,” Jinyoung replied, pretending to be annoyed but laughing at your expression.

After a while you had practically forgotten about the cameras recording your night with Jinyoung. The two of you had ate and laughed together before settling down to watch the movie. The only reminder that you were being filmed was the odd reaction from one of the camera crew or producers whenever you did something particularly cute. They’d loved it when Jinyoung had fed you little bits of food or when he randomly kissed your cheek in the middle of you talking. From what you could tell by their reactions, the fans would enjoy seeing you both together being a regular couple. By the end of the night, when the camera crew had left, you sat back on the sofa with Jinyoung and sighed. 
“It’s weird to think that people will watch us just sitting and talking. Like, I could never have imagined that people would want to see that.”
“I know, but you get used to it I guess. The fans just want to know more about their idols and their personal lives. I’m just glad that they seem optimistic about you being on the show,” Jinyoung replied, his arm reaching around your shoulders to hold you against his chest. 
“Yeah, I’m glad about that too. Hopefully the fans won’t find us too boring though,” you laughed, turning your attention back to the screen. 
“Hey, (Y/N)?”
“Yeah?” You said, your head turning to face Jinyoung. Before you could process it, Jinyoung leaned in for a quick kiss and returned his focus to the tv, leaving you a blushing mess. He glanced back at you and smiled to himself. Seeing your cute reaction made him feel warm inside. Happy. He looked back at you, just watching your focused gaze on the tv, thinking just how lucky he was to have you there beside him.