our favorite movies

“There were flower petals and candles and lights everywhere with a teepee with sparkling cider and pillows and blankets inside and a movie screen set up. Aaron pressed play to the movie he had worked on for hours, came and sat by me in the teepee, and started shaking and tearing up. That’s when I FINALLY had an idea that he might be proposing. The movie was so thoughtful, full of our favorite movie scenes, me singing our song, and pictures of all of our favorite moments together.”

 

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The “me” couple are not really partners. They may love each other; they may be happy enough. But they don’t operate as effectively in love or work as the “we” couple. The “we” couples are unquestionably a team. You see it in their body language and especially in their speech. And when they have successes or problems they view it as something happening to both of them. 

inspired by @bringingthepretty

Story Time

Being able to watch Newsies Live whenever I want has reawakened my love for this musical and a hilarious memory.

So I was lucky enough to see the original cast when Newsies first came to Broadway with my sister and mom. We decided to splurge a little bit on our seats since we rarely go to shows and Newsies is one of our favorite movies.

We had center, first row, aisle seats and being that close to the stage and the dancing literally entrances you. Like, I could see the spit flying out of their mouths and the sweat dripping off their faces and it was magical.

But sitting first row and getting so caught up in the show means you fail to take in your surroundings. And my memory is so hazy about where this incident takes place, but I think it’s the theater rally when Jack shows up after being paid off by Pulitzer.

In the original show, Jack doesn’t arrive at the rally from backstage, but by walking down the aisle. And being so mesmerized by the show, my sister and I had no clue that Jeremy Jordan was in the audience.

So when he suddenly appeared by my side to say his line, my sister and I freaking jumped in our seats and screamed, which caused the people in the rows behind us to crack up, and honestly I’m surprised Jeremy Jordan did not break character after he scared the life out of two fansies who were too into the musical to even notice that the lead was standing beside them.

concept: you and i, wrapped in blankets watching our favorite movie. i keep getting distracted because i have to watch your eyes light up when you laugh at the funny parts. you keep getting distracted because you look to me to see if i think theyre funny too. but every time we look at each other we cant help but kiss and the movie goes on unnoticed, the two of us blissful in each others company

i want a tiny apartment with a big heating blanket and tatami mats and a table to eat fresh fruit every day. i want to watch the city skyline and talk to you about my thoughts and dreams. i want to fall asleep watching our shitty favorite movies and repeat every line. i want a friendly snake or maybe rats, our pals to meet and love. fuck it, i just want a life with you!

Finding something of value often happens when you’re not looking. So I’ve stopped searching for it. Some nights I dream about the universe and how we came to be, but by the time the sun comes up… I remember nothing. Nothing likes everything because of the emptiness. We want to fill ourselves up. From soul to heart. From whole to art. From dull to smart. From being a fool to hitting the mark. From lost to meeting you at a park & if we ever part & if we ever part… know that you’ll always be the only part of the story I won’t put down. When sleep is lucky enough to hold my gaze, I wake up bereft of arms and dressed in silence. I’m sipping you slowly into veins I have bruised against a longing I don’t deserve. Maybe today I’ll lock more than hands with a heart that is oceans deep, a page with thoughts absorbing more salt than the whites of my wounds, eyes gnawing the fragility of the likeness we rhythmically twirl to numb the gap in your smile. Love never felt real until you. Promises were missing pages between the scenes of our favorite movie. Pain turns our eyes towards the stars so we don’t have to look at our own destruction, at how we easily melt into slivers protecting porcelain tears. All you have to do is smile and I can feel the heat of your palms on my skin. Can you see my heart when I write for you? Of course you can’t, we place love into a dimension that we can’t see and proclaim that it’s supposed to hurt if it’s real. we wanted to feel something much more than a simple statement, so sing this song tonight and pray that we’re all that’s left between now and never.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
Boyfriend-Bestfriend

Boyfriend-Bestfriend

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst? not really ish


You watched as girls from your school enter the building.

As soon as everybody found out that Peter Parker was really Spider-Man, the whole school flipped. Especially, the girls. They walked in the building, eyes wandering, searching for Pete.

Peter happened to be your classmate, and coworker. Maybe even your crush. But he was also your best friend.

Tony threw another party, just because he was bored. You know, like usual.

And it was an ‘anyone is welcome’ kind of thing. Explains why every girl in your class was here.

You can tell they’ve never been to a party like this before. They dressed like it was prom. Like seriously, what’s with the gowns and poofy dresses?

You stood near the bar, asking the bartender to give you something to drink while you wait for Peter.

“You know you’re not old enough (Y/n).”

“I didn’t say to give me something with alcohol. Can you just give me something non-alcoholic? Please?”

“Alright,” he smiles, “one juice box it is.”

You gave him a scowl, making him chuckle.

You turn back around, eyes searching the room for Peter. You hear a familiar laugh and turn to your right. Peter was standing there with Liz Allen, and her group of friends. Peter promised you that right after he gets ready, he’ll meet up with you immediately, knowing how you hated being alone in parties, and because he was always your date. Those are the perks of having a best friend. If you’re single, you would still have a date at any party.

You waited. Maybe he just got here and he was on the way to meet up with you. Liz probably just stopped him to talk, say hi.

You watched, and watched, and watched.


He was still there. Liz was getting a bit flirty with him already. You heard once in P.E. that Liz had a major crush on Spider-Man, and this was before she knew it was Peter.

Twenty one grape juice boxes later, Peter was still laughing it off with Liz. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice you. He did. It was twenty minutes ago. He looked at you, smile and nod, then started talking to Liz. You thought he finally saw you and was telling Liz that he has to go. Guess not.

This got you pissed, but mostly upset. Peter wasn’t one to break promises.

You tried to leave without him noticing. That won’t be too hard. He’s been ignoring you for the past hour or so.

They were standing by the hallway that lead to the elevators. You got up from the bar stool, flattened your dress, and walk straight passed Peter.

At first it broke your heart when you walked straight passed him with him not even flinching. But when you got to the elevator, sadness wasn’t within you. Anger was.

You slam your fist into the elevator button. Since it seemed like it wasn’t going to open any time soon.

“Don’t hit it, just press it, gently,” you heard, the voice sounding familiar.

“Shut up Loki.” Loki shrugged and walked away, it’s still strange to see him free, and socializing. He wasn’t like the old Loki. Well, you still thought different. It’s all an act. He’ll turn on us soon.

The elevator finally opened, in which felt like years.

You got in and pressed the button for your level. You were humming to yourself, trying to act calm, even if your nails are digging into your palms.

The doors of the elevator was about to close but someone’s hand stopped it.

You looked up surprised, but your face fell when you saw it was Peter.

“(Y/n)! Leaving so soon?”

You gave him an ‘I’m mad at you, go away before I murder you’ look, “yes.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “what’s wrong?”

You roll your eyes, “nothing, can you please go? You’re keeping the elevator from going up.”

He looks around the elevator door, and takes his hand off of the side, stepping in.

You groaned as he stands next to you.

“Seriously (Y/n). What’s up?”

You keep your head straight, away from his gaze. You punch the number of your floor.

“Hey hey hey, press it gently.”

You stay quiet, still clenching your fists.

“Well anyways,” he says, he was smiling, you can tell he was very happy, quite the opposite of you.

“Liz hung out with me today.”

You turn to him, his face beaming, and replied with a tight smile, “I know, I saw.”

“Really?! Did I look okay? I felt like I was smiling too much.”

“You looked fine,” you said through clenched teeth.

When you finally got to your floor, before you stepped out, you quickly pressed all the floors on the elevator and clicked the ‘close door’ button, before running away. Leaving a confused, screaming Peter behind.

“Hey! What the heck!”


When you got to your room, you stripped down and got into an oversized hoodie and shorts.

You unhooked your bra and pulled it out of the neck of the hoodie.

“Ahh,” you sighed, “much better.”

When you were comfortably snuggled into your bed, you started to play the first Harry Potter movie.


“No, stop, stop, stop! You’re going to take someone’s eye out. Besides, you’re saying it wrong. It’s Levi-OH-sa, not Levi-oh-SAH.”

You giggled as your favorite line from the movie was said.

Right after you finish giggling, Peter burst through your door.

“What the heck was that!”

The smile on your face disappeared, “what was what.”

“I feel sick from that elevator ride! I barely got off just now and I threw up in your kitchen.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting.”

“And now you’re watching one of our favorite movies WITHOUT ME?”

“You act like this is the most possibly worst thing we could ever do to each other.”

He scoffs, “of course it is.”

“No Peter,” you stated, “this could not.”

“Then what can? What can be worse (Y/n)?”

You scoff, can he be anymore dramatic.

“I am offended,” he says jokingly, before he jumps on the bed next to you, getting under the blanket.

“Scoot.”

You roll your eyes before slightly scooting to the side.

A good ten minutes or so into the movie you finally answered his question.

“What could be worst is you leaving me for some girl when you promised to meet up with me right away after you get ready.”

Peter turns to you, guilt taking up his face.

“I’m sorry, but my crush finally spoke to me and I didn’t want to leave just there and then.”

“Yeah well my crush didn’t even care,” you said below your breath.

“What?”

“I said, I waited for you for so long and you never even came.”

“I’m sorry (Y/n),” he whined, “I’ll make it up to you.”

You just sat there, staring at the screen.

“(Y/nnnnnnnn). Speak to me pleaaaaseeeee.”

Before you can even speak, someone burst into your room.

“(Y/n), who cares about him? I don’t even know why you’re crushing on him in the first place. Seriously, when I see that guy, I will kill him.”

The two of you stared at Natasha, with shocked expressions.

Her still not knowing Peter was there until the screen went back to bright.

Her eyes grew wide, before turning around and running away.

“I– I–” you stuttered, Peter slowly turning to your face.

“I forgot that I texted her, while you were getting sick in the elevator.”

“You like me? Like, like me like me?”

You gulp, eyes fixed on the screen.

You can see a stupid smirk growing on his face from the side of your eye.

“Awww you like me!” he teased, poking your side.

You let out a deep sigh.

“(Y/n),” he said in a sing-songy tone, still poking your side. He knew that was your tickle spot. When your lip twitched to a smile slightly, he began to attack your sides, popping the giant laugh bubble you were keeping in.

You erupted with laughter and he couldn’t help but smile.

“There, I finally got you to smile.”

You sigh, raising your hands in defeat.

“I’m really sorry (Y/n).”

You nod, “it’s okay.”

“I like you too.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Correction, you like Liz.”

“No, I like you.”

“Peter.”

“(Y/n).”

“Seriously?”

“I’m serious.”

“You literally just left me for her and admitted that she was your crush not too long ago.”

“I lied.”

“Then why would you be with her then, instead of me?”

“Well, I liked you for a while now, I tried not to because I didn’t want to ruin the friendship that we already have.”

“Are you sure you don’t like Liz?”

“Yes, I’m positive.”

“Because it doesn’t seem believable. You looked way into her today.”

“Alright, wanna hear the truth?”

You sigh, “yeah.”

“I actually was asking Liz for some tips on how to get you to like me, and I wanted you to feel jealous and realize that I’m a great guy, you know?”

“Are you serious?”

“One hundred percent, promise, I cross my heart, and I’ll let Widow kill me if it was a lie. Go, ask Liz.”

You squint your eyes at him, feeling the bed next to you for your phone.

To Liz Allan:

Hey Liz, how was the party tonight?

You waited for her to reply, the typing bubble popped up fast.

LA: It was fun! Peter is such a sweetie pie.

You: Oh I know. He seemed so into you! You’re so lucky! I wished he liked me back…

LA: OMG! You like Peter?!?

You: lol isn’t it obvious…

LA: Dude! He likes you too! You should tell him!! <3 <3

You: Seriously??? But you two seemed so flirty with each other earlier..?

LA: Don’t worry, I was just helping him out on what he should do to get you to like him back, but I guess those are useless now that you already like him back! You guys are gonna be the cutest couple ever! I’m sorry if what we did earlier ruined anything you two had :(

You: It’s okay, thanks for letting me know tho! :))

You put the phone down and looked at Peter.

“Fine. I believe you.”

You looked at him with a blank look. No amusement, happiness, sadness, emotions whatsoever.

“Okay! So…. wanna be my girlfriend then?”

You shrug, “sure, I guess,” turning back to watch the rest of the movie.

“(Y/n).”

He sat in front of you blocking the tv, “Can you give me a hug?” He always offers a hug after an argument, just so he knows that you forgive him and your back to being friends now. Just to make sure you’re not still mad.

“If you don’t give me a hug, the offer is gone.”

You tilted your head back and groaned loudly before getting on your knees to walk to him, jumping into his arms.

He closed his arms around you, hugging you tightly before shaking you.

“Yaaaay! I upgraded from best friend to boyfriend.”

“Peter,” you choked out, “I– I– can’t breathe.”

He slowly untighten the hug before jumping up and down on the bed with you, still hugging you close to his chest.

But suddenly, he stopped and pulled you away, arms length.

“What?” you said, “what’s wrong.”

His jaw dropped before backing up slightly.

He looked at you with a super shocked expression, “Uh–”

“WHAT?”

He shivers slightly, “you’re not wearing a bra are you?”

Your eyes goes wide before clutching your chest.

“Turn around,” you said, before grabbing your bra from the floor next to your side of the bed.

“There.”

He turned around, shivering again, “that felt weird.”

“Then stop talking about it, you’re making me feel awkward.”

He scoots back next to you, hugging you back close to his chest.

You hesitantly lay your head on his chest, him wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop.”

You scrunch your nose and cringed, a mix of a disgust and embarrassed look on your face , “Uggh that was weird.”

“What?”

“Baby?”

“What do you want me to call you?”

“Uhh, my name?”

“Sorry sweetheart, you’re my girlfriend now, things gotta change a bit.”

“Fine.”

“Now be quiet Love, I’m trying to watch the movie here,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. Earning a playful smack from you.

To be honest, this boyfriend-bestfriend thing is going to be fun. I could get used to this.


A/N: Wrote all this in one sitting, so sorry if it was bad! Also, sorry for the lack of fics, I’ve been having writers block. I’ve wrote a bunch of other things but never finished it because they SUCKED. Ps. Let me know if you liked this! It’ll help me get motivated to write more lol.

Let's Swayze This Mother

Summary:  You, Dean, Sam and Cas decide to search for Gabriel, it does NOT go as planned.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel

Word Count: 1931

Warnings: language

A/N:  This is my submission for @ravengirl94 1.5K Challenge.  I had the prompt:  “I make bad decisions when I’m tired.  You’re always tired. Exactly.” which will be bolded in the fic.

Thanks to my MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch for word checking and so much more!

This may be slightly spoilery if you haven’t seen the season 12 finale.  If you haven’t watched it, keep scrolling.

 

“I can’t believe that he’s been alive the whole time,” Dean says, walking into the bunker library.

You, Sam and Cas are sitting at the far table, books strewn about.  He hands you and Sam a fresh beer before sitting down next to you.

“And you really didn’t know?” Dean asks Cas.

“Didn’t know what?”

“That an angel blade can’t kill an arch angel,” Sam supplies.

“No I did not.”

Cas looks between Dean and Sam as they stare him down.

“So Gabriel’s just been alive and keeping to himself?”

“Well, I can’t say I blame him,” you blurt out.  The three men turn to you in surprise.  “What?  Gabe avoided some major drama.  He didn’t have to play middle man to Lucifer and Chuck or deal with Amara.  I think it was pretty smart.”

“Ok, Y/N’s acceptance of Gabriel’s behavior aside, we need to find him,” Sam says, giving you his signature Sam-face.

“He could definitely help us with the Lucifer, Nephilim, alternate dimension crap,” Dean continues.

“So, how do we find him?” you ask, looking to Cas.

“It will be difficult.  Gabriel is a master at staying hidden if he wants-” Cas starts.

Suddenly the four of you are standing in a dining hall.  Except Dean who’s sitting at the table nearest you, wearing a light pink dress.

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Tom Holland Imagine

hi! :3 could you maybe write an imagine with tom holland where he meets the reader, who’s robert downey jr’s daughter (and plays tony’s daughter) on the set of civil war and he’s all cute and awkward around her cuz he can’t work up the courage to ask her out, but she finds it adorable and ends up asking him out instead?

hello! could you maybe do a tom holland imagine where the reader is rdj’s daughter (and plays tony’s in the movies) and his girlfriend, and they’re at the civil war premiere together just being huge nerds and goofing around?



You walked onto the set in the morning and smiled at all your castmates, “Hey guys, I brought coffee for everyone,” you walked around and passed out the coffee orders you had memorized long ago after months of working with everyone. You walked over to Tom, who was on the Civil War set for the first time, and handed him a coffee. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself. “I asked around yesterday to see what you liked. Caramel Frappuccino right?”

“Ugh, yeah,” he stuttered. “Thank’s so much. I’m Tom,” he awkwardly held out a hand before putting it back down. “But I guess you already knew that.”
“I did,” you laughed and felt bad when you saw his cheeks redden a little. “It’s nice to meet you. I have to go get ready for my scenes today but I’ll see you around.”

“Y/N,” you turned as you were leaving to your Dad, Robert Downey Jr., calling out to you. “Did you remember the extra sugar for my coffee?”

“Already put it in there Dad.”

After your first meeting Tom was always trying to come up with a way to casually start talking to you so he could ask you out. It didn’t help that your Dad was always near by which added to his intimidation.

The big fight seen with all the Avengers was taken place and you watched from your chair as your cast mates got into character and filmed their parts. After shooting one of his moves for a scene Tom was left hanging in the air by the wire and you hollered at him, “Look’s like you’re having fun up there.”

“Uh…yeah…” he sputtered out and went back to filming the next part of his fighting scenes when the director hollered.

He was cut done from his wires and was walking off towards his trailer when he saw you still sitting in your chair. “Good job out there,” you told him.

“Were you watching the whole time,” he said wringing his hands together.

“For most of it. I had to step away for wardrobe for a second but…,” you shrugged.

“I like the outfit,” he spoke up quickly and nervously.

“This is what I had on before,” you laughed. “I had to pick something out for later today but I didn’t put any new clothes on.”

“Right,” he awkwardly nodded and went to take a step back but ran into the table behind him. He tried to recover cooley and ended up in an awkward stretched out position against the table edge.

******

“You’re staring at her again kid.” Tom blinked his focus away from you and looked over at Anthony Mackie. “And don’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about,” he chuckled.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Oh yeah. Why don’t you just ask her out?”

“I’ve tried to but I get to nervous. I mean look at her. She’s Y/N Downey. And her Dad’s right there. I don’t want to get rejected and have her dad after me.”

“He wouldn’t do that, he’s a chill guy. And I think you should go after her. She’s a sweet girl, she’d a least give you a pity date,” he joked.

So Tom walked over to you confidently, ready to conquer his fears and ask you out, but as you walked with that smile towards him in your character’s lab coat and glasses he felt his hands get clammy. “Hey Tom. How was the scene?”

“Great. Good. Awesome,” he rumbled on. “I had…um…a question for you,” he cursed himself for going back to his nervous self. He watched you as you smiled and waited for his question and changed his mind. He couldn’t do it. “Um, you know what I forgot what it was. Nevermind.”

“Wait,” you stopped him from leaving. “Would you want to go out for dinner this weekend?”

“Sure, who all is going?”

“No, I mean would you want to go on a date with me?” He was shocked.

“Ye-yeah! I mean yeah,” he said like excited to sound more cool.

******

Everyone watched as you and Tom hit the red carpet premiere for Civil War in your matching outfits. “So Y/N, tell us about your dress,” the interviewer asked as you and Tom stopped before going inside.

“It’s Elie Saab and it’s red to show my support for our favorite Spider in the movie,” you joked.

“It’s not red for your Dad’s character, Iron Man?”

“As much as my Dad wanted me to match with him I vetoed it,” you joked.

“From the second you and Tom stepped onto the carpet social media has been blowing up with all the pictures of you two goofing around and having fun. It looks like you two are entertaining yourselves out there.”

“Can I see some of these pictures,” Tom asked and someone handed him a phone full of Instagram pictures he and you had been tagged in. There were ones of you two making funny face at each other, Tom making the spider man web hand gesture at you like he was wrapping you in webbing, and you two striking overly dramatic poses together.

“Oh my God those are great and awful at the same time,” you gasped.

He smiled handing the phone back, “I’m printing and framing those.”