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HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE! have some photos of Joseph quinn I took on julls Holland, apart from iv been drinking so they might be blurry
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A sweet helper
(Not my gif but I do love it)
This is based on a conversation I had with a friend and I thought it was sweet andddd likee I thought it was so cure and I might he falling for him so yh. Also like Peter has social media in this. oh and I tried to make it gender neutral
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The other day you had replied to Peters story that he had put on about stark internship and for the past two days you had been texting non stop about anything and everything.
It was near to the end of your time in high school and the school was hosting a prom to say good bye, not that they'd miss you. Scrolling on the prom outfit websites you were trying to find the outfit you had fallen in love with when you had first seen it yesterday. Clicking on his notification which had just popped up you started a completely new conversation.
"So yh I was looking at prom dresses and found the prettiest one and now they do t have it 😭 it's only been one day" you texted slightly laughing at your exaggeration
"oh noooooooooooo
be fineee theres ages till prom" he replied almost instantly making you smile at his sweetness
"Ik but it was so prettyyyyy also coz u totally care about a outfit 😂" you send back with a photo of the outfit.
"yooo that is real pretty ngl" he says making you laugh aloud "man i’d wear that lmao, id feel so pretty" he continues
"Right? And it HAS POCKETS" you send back knowing how difficult it can be to find a good outfit with pockets in
"But nooo I can't have it its disappeared" you text smiling how hes replying with more than one word unlike some people.
"yoooooooooooooo, okay now thats sick, awhh is it coming back in stock?"
"Idk it doesn't even say out of stock its just not on the website anymore"
"awhhhhh that suckssss" ok this boy is gonna burst your heart if he keeps saying awh. Showing him another outfit you like but not as much, you message him,
"Coz u totally wanna know about prom outfits 😂😅"
"hey man i’m fine with it lol idm" you thank him hoping that this wasn't going to be the end of your conversation for the day.
"and i genuinely just opened the website to look too cause i’m so bored lmao also i found the one u liked on there so u might still be able to get it" smiling as if you'd just won the lottery you tried to contain yourself. Thanking him once again he sends you the link. "Your acc the best thank youuu," you took a deep breathe trying to calm down " I'm so happy now hahaha"
He laughs as if its the most normal thing he's done.
Okay ik it's shit but like I thought it was sweet. Also if my other friends sees this no u didn't. Xo
#spiderman x reader#spiderman imagine#peter parker imagines#peter parker x reader#avengers imagine#avengers x reader
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Ben Barnes writing his own songs gives me life
And because ya'll are thirsty
(Sorry I've been away)
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that is how pt. 5
sorry ive been absent.
“ as if im going to let you pay for your dinner, i asked you out so im paying and im not taking no for a answer.”
after a few more of your protests, you finally sit down at your table, the floor to cieling windows giving you a perfect view of the scenary. after deciding what you both want to eat, you sit looking arund the restaraunt for abit. “sorry,” you say catching his attention, “i dont do this much.” waving around the room
“what? you dont go on dates much?” he says witha smile on his face.
“oh no, i meant talking to people, i dont talk to people often, but dates, i never go on” you laugh unsure what to do. he cracks up, laughing along with you. phone buzzing, his smile falters, “im sorry, i need to get this, its the babysitter.” he stands up and walks outside forsome privacy.
the waiter walks over with the plates of food, you ask them if they could could put the food into a box for a later time as soon as jensen walks in with a frown on his face. “y/n im so sorry, the babysitter needs to go and there noone else hatcaan look aft them-””no its ok, kids take the priority, i asked if they could put the food into boxes for us. you can go, ill get a taxi”
“i cant leave you alone, ill drop you at yours”
“Jensen, go to your kids, im not mad, you dont have to drop me off, your kids will always come first.” you say trying to get rid of the guilt ridden look on his face.
“come home with me, and have dinner with me please?” his puppy dog eyes convincing you right away. the trip home was much more relaxed and easygoing, it was nice, no awkwardness.
im sorry its short, the next part should be in a couple of days, feedback appreciated
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dinner
sorry i am writing this in the dark
warnings, bad day? crying, ends in fluff
Nat and steve couldnt make it back even though it was supposed to be a four day trip that ended yesterday. at least you still had the rest to have dinner with.
“mr. stark aplogieses for the inconvienience but he will ot be attending dinner today” jarvis says through the speakers in the lounge. ok three down still four to go, or not. phone buzzing from your message from wanda.
sorry hun, late night mission, vision is with me also. x
at least she was considerate enough to send a message herself. “hey! y/n, how do i look?” sam the last avenger who was still here asks. “umm ok i guess” you answer unsure of why he was asking. “by the look on your face you forgot about my date?” “date? was that today?” he nods an d leaves without anther word.
a totally not brilliant end to the very stressful day you were having, deciding you didnt need to do dinner so early because no one else was here to eat it. you sat down with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and started daydreaming, only when salty tears started to run down your face did you decide to wipe them away.
“y/n?” you heard frrom the corridoor, how on earth did you forget about the hot lump of pure muscle, more commonly called bucky. “ummm yeah?” you replied moving off the sofa and puttng your back to the direction of bucky. “are you ok?” he asks closer to you now.
“sorry about-about dinner, i know i normally get it to you by now,” you sniffle half way through “ill cook you something now.” you walk off leaving bucky string at your back. “y/n, come sit with me please?” bucky asks not able to see your face.
murmering something about dinner, you carry on cooking. bucky now very worried puts his arm around your shoulders and guides you too the sofa. “baby, you can talk to me, whats wrong?”
“nothing, i just had a bad day and i thought i could have a family dinner but that didnt goto plan, i dont even know why im crying” you let out a sad chuckle.
Buckydidnt say anything, just pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. once you calmed down bit bucky finally speaks. “i hate seeing you upset, its like my hearts has been wripped ut nd shoved back in, i love you doll, please dnt be upset.”
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Masterlist - most of these work, please tell me if these dont work
avengers:
dinner
nightmare or dream
fever
leaving school
you care? not working
star wars:
didn't want to hurt you
bands/ music:
really
criminal minds:
don't you see?
sleep
family personal favroute
i will marry them
supernatrual:
that is how pt1 | that is how pt2 | that is how pt3 | that is how pt4
here, let me personal favroute
the blacklist:
a warning
NCIS:
just a lost bet
oogle
stranger things:
your a fan, huh
lord of the rings/ the hobbit:
don't apologise
guardians of the galaxy:
rocket imagine
supergirl:
order 66
friends:
joey tribbiani
how i met your mother:
McClarens
HEAD CANONS:
rocket being in love with you
FANDOMS:
fandom list
These should work, please tell me if they dont
#himym imagines#how i met your mother imagines#friends imagines#supergirl imagines#guardians of the galaxy imagines#lord of the rings imagines#the hobbit imagine#stranger things imagines#ncis imagines#ncis no imagines#the blacklist imagines#supernatural imagines#jensen ackles imagine#criminal minds imagines#star wars imagine#avengers imagines
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christmas requests
Merry Christmas or happy Hanukkah.
to celebrate i thought i would open my requests, it doesn't have to be christmas related.
also requests are always open so please ask.
try to be safe. x
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Didn’t want to hurt you
this is so short. fluff.
Looking up to from your spot on the floor to see him trying to stop the child from eating something he's not supposed to. A smile creeps onto your face. Turning his body to face you a bit better, he tilts his head, trying to figure out why your staring at him.
Pulling your eyebrows together, you get up from you spot and start to search through your bag for something. “Found it!” you exclaim holding a old piece of rag triumphantly. Walking back over to him, you sit next to him “may I?” you ask showing him the rag and gesturing to his helmet.
Taking his silence as a yes, you bring the cloth up to his helmet and attempt to get the dirt off. Bringing you other hand to the other side of his helmet for some leverage, you were met with his hand on top of your second one. “Don't.” he warns. “give me some credit Mando, I'm not gonna take it off, it was just for some leverage, i didn’t want to hurt your neck.”
he nods. turning to face you once more, he hugs you. “its Din by the way” “wha- “my name, you always call me mando” he says over you. “cute name” you say blushing. “not nearly as cute as you.”
ok shitty ending im sorry, trying to do too many things at one. xx
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really?
sorry ive been absent for a while now, schools been very bad for my mental health, any ways im now writing for some singers.
warnings: swearing
“i cant believe it,” your friend exclaims sitting on the sofa in the house you and brendon shared “brendon urie! you out of everyone ended up dating him!” your friend said all attention all on you “not just dating him,” you said with mischievous grin on your lips “fucking him as well” bursting out in out laughter you and your friend tried to stop laughing.
“speak of the devil” you say as the door opens to your wonderful boyfriend, you both look at each other, once again bursting into laughter. after cooling down a few moments later you changed the subject “what are you up to these days apart from work?”
“nothing much just hanging out with my partner who is no where near hot enough to even roleplay brendon urie” they say looking in the direction of where he went. “oh shut up! hes mine!” you laugh as you chuck a pillow in your friends direction. “anywayyy,” your friends says after catching the pillow “are you still going to your singing lessons?” looking behind you, you make sure brendon is no where within ear shot, “ill take that as you haven't told him yet” you nod.
“why? its not as if he’ll disown you if your a shit singer”
“no,” shaking your head “its because hes a professional and fucking brilliant and if he knows he’ll want to hear and it will be embarrassing”
after your friend leaving, you go to find brendon in the bedroom reading. laying down next to him you start to hug him
“you sing?” he asks putting the book down to look at you. pushing your face into his stomach, you nod.
“i understand why but i still wouldve liked to known?” hurt showing in his voice, a muffled “im sorry” comes from you.
“look at me,” he says, gently lifting your head up “can you at least tell me which song your singing at the moment?”
“no” you say getting off the bed, trying to hide a smirk pulling at your lips.
“omg! is it one of mine?” he asks almost jumping off the bed
“im never going to tell you!” you shout as you run out of the room laughing. you give as squeek as your feet lift off the ground. “i thought you loved me!” you exclaim as he throws you on the sofa. both of you laughing, he lays on top of you and kisses you.
im sorry this is shit
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so apparently some people feel like it’s annoying when someone engages with a lot of stuff from the same person, like going through their ship tag and liking all the content there.
hearing about this, i was immediately paranoid about reblogging literally anything from anyone i don’t talk to on a regular basis.
so to save others from the same paranoia, i’m gonna say that if you like every single post on my goddamn blog it is okay. i might be kind of concerned about your level of time management, going through 23,000 posts, but it wouldn’t bother me.
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Do you take requests for your writings?
Yes I do, but I cant promise that it will be any good. X
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This is the most notes I've got so quickly, thank you guys so much. X
don’t you see?
sorry that i’ve been away for a bit.
working for the BAU was a challenge, sometimes you got there too late but you knew even if you save one life, it makes a different.
this case had you though, the unsub was incredibly smart, changing M.O.s, having different types of victims each time and swapping murder weapons, the only thing that stayed the same was him leaving a purple flower at every crime scene, but he left his DNA all over the crime scene. sitting at the desk the local police had lent you, you were swapping the order of the paperwork in front of you, only so you knew where everything was.
“Spence!” you exclaim, waving your hand frantically. coming over to you, you point to the paperwork in front of you. “what, y/n?” spence asks leaning over your shoulder. turning to see spencers face, your look up at him, waiting for him to make the connection. “seriously y/n, what is it?”
everyone was starting to look towards you. “i need room, i cant work in this small space” you say as you run your hand throught your hair. “ok, rossi, morgan start to put the tables against the walls” hotch says, still giving you a quizzical look.
before morgan can get to the last table you push all of the copies of the paperwork on the floor. “come on y/n! what are you doing?” morgan exclaims shaking his head. sitting on the floor, you start to make sure that you can see all of the paper. turning around so your back is too the paper, you start pulling paper from behind you.
leaning back and grabbing the last peice of paper, you place right next to your left foot. “well do you see it now?” you ask everyone around you. spencer finally getting what he was seeing, took the map off of the wall and picked up a marker and drew a 50 yard radius on the the map.
back on the plane, after catching the unsub and saving his “last victim”, spencer came and sat next to you, looking at each other for a moment Reid finally says something. “i found what you did really hot- so-sorry that doesnt sound good” he stutters the last bit out, going dark red. “really? i thought i looked like an idiot rolling all over the floor” you both laugh.
standing up to go speak to hotch, you give spence a quick kiss to the cheek before you left.
hope you enjoyed. x
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don’t you see?
sorry that i’ve been away for a bit.
working for the BAU was a challenge, sometimes you got there too late but you knew even if you save one life, it makes a different.
this case had you though, the unsub was incredibly smart, changing M.O.s, having different types of victims each time and swapping murder weapons, the only thing that stayed the same was him leaving a purple flower at every crime scene, but he left his DNA all over the crime scene. sitting at the desk the local police had lent you, you were swapping the order of the paperwork in front of you, only so you knew where everything was.
“Spence!” you exclaim, waving your hand frantically. coming over to you, you point to the paperwork in front of you. “what, y/n?” spence asks leaning over your shoulder. turning to see spencers face, your look up at him, waiting for him to make the connection. “seriously y/n, what is it?”
everyone was starting to look towards you. “i need room, i cant work in this small space” you say as you run your hand throught your hair. “ok, rossi, morgan start to put the tables against the walls” hotch says, still giving you a quizzical look.
before morgan can get to the last table you push all of the copies of the paperwork on the floor. “come on y/n! what are you doing?” morgan exclaims shaking his head. sitting on the floor, you start to make sure that you can see all of the paper. turning around so your back is too the paper, you start pulling paper from behind you.
leaning back and grabbing the last peice of paper, you place right next to your left foot. “well do you see it now?” you ask everyone around you. spencer finally getting what he was seeing, took the map off of the wall and picked up a marker and drew a 50 yard radius on the the map.
back on the plane, after catching the unsub and saving his “last victim”, spencer came and sat next to you, looking at each other for a moment Reid finally says something. “i found what you did really hot- so-sorry that doesnt sound good” he stutters the last bit out, going dark red. “really? i thought i looked like an idiot rolling all over the floor” you both laugh.
standing up to go speak to hotch, you give spence a quick kiss to the cheek before you left.
hope you enjoyed. x
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Favorite thing about being a fic writer is the comments. No seriously unless you’re a fic writer you don’t understand the level of kindness and almost heroin-esque level high writers get from getting thoughtful feedback from loyal readers. It’s fantastic.
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You care?
Ok so I have no clue what to call this so yeah, and it’s super long sorryyyyy
Warnings: spider, near panic attack and you know my shitty writing,the normal.
You had moved in with the avengers a few months before Loki, everyone was rude to him considering he tried to take over the earth but you were always nice to him not because everyone else was horrible to him. It was because humanity needed to sort their shit out and if they needed to be ruled over you were fine with it. Also he was actually quite funny once you got to know him.
You were finally getting dressed after spending most of the day in your pyjamas (only because you spilt food down them). Most of the team had left for some reason. the only people that you knew were still here was tony and Thor.
You were nearly finished getting dressed, just pulling your top over your head, you turned to check your outfit in the mirror. Trying to get a big bit of fluff of your top you quickly flick at it.
It moved. Right fucking legs were now walking up your top. Walking slowly out of your room, trying not to freak both of you out. Getting to the main room on your floor “GUYS! ANYONE?! HELP!” You shout, hoping someone would hear you.
Thor rushes in holding his hammer, he looks around the room to see if any bad guys were holding you captive. “Why did you shout?” Thor asks looking back at you. “spid-spider” you say looking down at your top.
Your eyes filling up with tears, lift back up to look at Thor. He’s clutching his stomach trying not to laugh “you are sca-scared of that tiny creature?” Thor falls over laughing. You let your tears fall. “Please, plea- get it off me” you beg to Thor.
During all of this the spider has stopped moving but it’s dangerously close to the top of your shirt. Looking around the room you see Loki walking into the room only looking at Thor on the floor. “Y/n what did you do to my brother?” Loki asks finally looking at you.
All that he can see is tears falling and you looking down at your shirt. He rushes to your side “lo-Loki, I can’t breath” you whimper, praying to god that he would hear over Thor’s laughing. “Y/n, sweetie breath I can’t do this if you don’t breath, ok? Please breath” he lifts both of his hands and cups the spider off of your top.
He walks over to the window and puts the spider on the outside window sill. He looks back over to you, sitting on the floor, back against the sofa, trying to catch your breath. He sits down next to you and pulls you into a hug “y/n I’m here, I’m not letting you go, come on breath with me” he whispers trying to get you to take a full breath.
Pulling your arm up to feel his heart beat, you calm down a bit. You look up at him and he pulls back to look at you.
You stand up on shaking legs and run to your room.
After a day of bieng huddled in your room, you were pissed that someone you thought was your friend laughed as you nearly had a panic attack.
walking into the lounge, you see thor standing at the bar drinking, sitting down, you could picture smashing the glass in his face
Someone grabs you from behind “sweetie,” loki? “Dont do it” he whispers into your ear. Looking down at your hand you notice your knuckles have gone pale. Untensing your hands you look back up at Loki “I would love to see you murder him but I would hate to see you get injured in the process” he says snapping you out of the trance his eyes had put you in
“Do you care?” You ask trying to get your voice back
“Of course I do” you turn around, running your hand over his cheek you lean in and kiss him, it was like nothing out of the films, no spinning round, no getting drenched in rain, just a quick peck on the lips but that was all you needed.
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that is how (pt. 4)
deciding on your course of action, you put your jeans on with a white shirt. jeans are kinda comfortable and shirts are slightly posh, considering he hasnt told me where we’re going.
you check the time 6:45, you walk out of your room and start pacing the lounge. five minuets into your pacing your friend walks out of her room. “if you keep doing laps i gonna have to sign you up for the Olympics.” you give a half hearted smile, she sits down on the sofa and watches you pace for a few minuets.
you stop pacing “what?” you ask, sitting down next to her, you run your hand over your face and into your hair. “stop that. your gonna ruin your hair”.
a knock sounds at the door, you get up and go to your room, you can hear her open the door and say something to the other person “y/n!” she screams from the door.
he's more than a few steps a head of you by the time you reach his car, thinking you had done something wrong you hung your head in defeat. great! the first time going out with a celebrity to have dinner and i already ruin it. he reaches his car before you, expecting him to walk around to his side, you put your phone and wallet into the other hand.
he stops at your side of the car and waits for you to catch up. when you catch up, he pulls open the car door for you and waits for you to slide in. “you don't have to do this” you say assuming its half way during your drive.
“why would you say that?”
“only because you haven't said anything to me on the way to where ever we’re going” you sigh hanging your head lower
“I'm so sorry, i do want to do this, it just that...,” you look up at him, his face had gone a light pink colour “well i haven't done this for a long time and i was trying to think of what to say but I'm now thinking that saying anything would of been better than being silent”
“its ok, i thought i had said something wrong” you laugh making jensen smile. a few minuets later you pull up to a nice resteraunt with floor to ceiling windows. “i dont think i can pay for my half are you sure there isnt somewhere else we can go?” you ask, not wanting jensen to think your ok with taking his money.
he gives a short laugh and turns and looks at you with a smile plastered on his face “ as if im going to let you pay for your dinner, i asked you out so im paying and im not taking no for a answer.”
ok this bit would have been longer but i have to go out and i thought you guys might like a small bit instead of waiting another week or so. thank for all the feedback. x
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