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mysticficti0n · 11 months

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okay B honey I just got a cat (her names Peony my grans favourite flower) soooooo I was wondering if you could do like a small little thing about Y/n coming back home or whatever and she finds Tom cuddling with the cat which he usually complains about but he/she is curled up on his arm and he's resting his head on them half alseep

thank you baby 💕

Omg Peony is an adorable name! congrats on getting her, ofc I can do this!

You do love her

(all my attention will be back soon and and I'm beginning to write part two to Can't help but miss you but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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warnings- none just cute fluff with Tom!

words- 549

"yes of course.... look- I'm back home now can I call you tomorrow when I'll be at work and have all the papers and things?... thank you- bye" I sighed cutting the call with one of my clients who called me at exactly 4:59pm, I went to my door pushing the key through and clicking it open and stepping into my apartment, it was a cold day today and I could hear the heaters hum around the house, the tv was on but not loudly but another sound pushed through- snores

I slipped my heals off so I wouldn't wake up Tom, he told me he'd stay home while I went to work to 'keep an eye on the cat' which isn't the first time he's done it but she's not really a kitten anymore. I walked around the corner to find Tom curled up on the sofa resting his head on my cat who lay in his arm fast asleep too, I couldn't stop my heart exploding with cuteness, I ran to my room grabbing the camera and came back snapping a few pictures for my own enjoyment as this cat was usually the bane of Tom's life, every night he slept round (your cats name) would snuggle up to me on the bed meaning he couldn't reach me and if he did she'd hiss at him or when were making food- Tom being the chef himself hates her being within a few centimetres of the kitchen saying "she'll contaminate my cheese on toast Y/n!"

I walked to the back of the sofa, leaning over and pressing a small kiss to his cheek "Tom...I'm home" my hand rubbed down his shoulder making him stir, his brown eyes opened narrowly and a grin came across his face "hi"

"hi" he whispered back pushing his lips out for me to kiss which I didn't hesitate to "how are you?"

"I'm good, long day- you seem nice and cozy with your best friend don't you" I teased seeing the boy look to his arm and sigh "oh I hate this cat- she's so annoying- your cats broken..." I mocked in his voice "sure you hate her?"

"shut up will you, me and (your cats name) have a special bond now and it'll never be tainted" I hummed petting the soft fur covering her body

"so you're stealing my child?" he nodded lifting the cat from his arm to his chest as he lay on his back, the small girl opened her wide green eyes looking at Tom and purring "hey darling girl" I smiled petting her head

"hey no fair she get's darling girl and I just get my name!" the boy groaned "I like you better now darling girl" Tom mimicked petting her

"oh sorry do you want me to treat you like a cat?" he nodded with a dopey smile covering his face "you are such an idiot" I kissed his lips once more before going to change out my work clothes, I kept the door open and herd the small words of Tom

"see she's so mean to me, your the favourite- darling girl, we love her though right? yes we do" he laughed to himself and (your cats name) meows seemed to mean she agreed

#bill kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz imagines #tokio hotel #00s #tom kaulitz x reader #germany #georg listing #tom kaulitz icons #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n #Tom Kaulitz x Cat #2000s

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astarion-approves · 9 months

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Peeping Tav Astarion X Male Tav

A master at his kink, Tav found a new target of his dreams. The tall, pale, and handsome ‘Astarion.' A chef that works long hours, with a body built of marble, and a home filled with easily accessible windows. But Tav may have bitten off more than he can chew. Will he be able to see his target in all of his glory? Or will he become the one that's targeted? Part 1 of ?

NSFT, Peeping, Peeping Tom, Kinks, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Hand Jobs, flesh light, chef Astarion, Anal Fingering, POV First Person

Read below or read on Ao3

Hello, my name is Tav and I’m addicted to peeping.

Most would agree that peeping is a disgusting habit, and they would be right. Call it what you want, Peeping Tom, Ogler, Rubberneck, Onlooker, Voyeur, and so on. I’ve tried to stop, many times, but it’s just so damn addictive. Watching a stranger undress, them unknowingly giving me a show while I jerk off right outside their window?

There’s no better feeling.

Just knowing that they have no idea I’m right there , hiding in a tree or crouching in some bushes, maybe even standing there with no coverage at all… and I’m hard as a rock, my free hand over my mouth as I cover any moans that may slip through as I pleasure myself to their naked body. Eyeing them up and down as they become comfortable in their home, a place that they consider safe but it’s anything but.

And it wasn’t as if I was your ‘typical’ peeper. Normally I would just go out a few times a week, not every night like some of the guys I knew. On top of that; I wouldn’t upload my recordings online like some creep, that content was only meant to be enjoyed in my own home. Where, ironically enough, I close my blinds. Plus, I looked alright for the most part. My clothes fit well, I was in decent shape, and I’ve been told that I was good looking. Shaggy brown hair, light green eyes, and little dimples. What more could you love? Well… maybe minus the whole peeping part, but really, you’d never suspect me. Just look at me, friendly as ever, not a man that stands outside your window and jerks off!

Right. Moving on...

Peeping starts off simply enough.

First, I find a target. Someone handsome, preferably in great shape with plenty of muscle, and a nice plump bottom. I could find them anywhere, at the store, the park, a movie theater, even just walking down the street. I keep myself open to new opportunities.

I tend to obsess over one person at a time, which comes to my second step: learning their basic schedule. What time they wake up, when they have breakfast or head to work, if they’re single or dating someone, what they do in their spare time - and most of all; where they undress in their home .

Thirdly, after doing my research, I plant myself outside their window and chase after the perfect orgasm. If their bedroom is on the second floor and they keep their blinds shut I’m shit out of luck. However , a single story home with plenty of windows is a real treat.

The perfect man, the perfect schedule, and a perfect home - it can be extremely difficult to find all three at once… sometimes you just have to settle.

But, god damn , if I haven’t found the most handsome man to follow these last few weeks.

His name is Astarion, even his name rolls off my tongue like something to be savored. A professional chef that works long hours but makes sure to fit in a quick workout at the gym around 3 o’clock everyday before he goes to work. He would always wear thick, dark clothing, covering his entire body, before changing into a semi revealing pair of shorts and sneakers. And then he would begin his workout.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve followed him to the gym, I even went so far as to get a membership myself just to watch him. I would walk on the treadmill with him directly in my view, my cock tucked up and into the waistband of my shorts to disguise myself as I grew hard just from watching him.

One day I'd have to thank him for helping me stay in shape.

The man’s body was like marble, carefully carved, smooth, and flawless. It was almost like he didn’t need to work out, that he was naturally built to look like a god among men. Thick thighs, a thin waist, a great set of abs, a delicious ass, and features so handsome that he made anyone he encountered swoon. His hair was as a cool silver in color and his skin was as light as snow, like a dusting of snowflakes that would shimmer from sweat that I ached to lick off him. It would make my mouth water as I watched him lift weights with ease, Astarion grunting when he added more weight and pushed himself harder… and all I could imagine were those grunts happening because of me.

It was becoming a fantasy of mine to straddle him as he worked out. To feel his length beneath my bottom, grinding on him as a reward for completing each and every set, then dragging him into the locker room to drop down onto my knees and finally get a taste of that hot, sweaty cock.

A cock which I have yet to get a proper view of, try as I might.

Astarion was a fan of speedy showers after his workout, ones that didn’t give me the opportunity to get a good look at anything besides his ass. Which, I’m not exactly complaining about. The desire to bury my face between those buns and have a full on feast was almost overwhelming. However, with his strength, his beauty, and his sweet soothing voice - I needed to see that dick. And his lightning fast showers in the gym showers weren't enough.

Tonight… I was determined to finally get a peek. I had a plan. A… well, a simple plan that burned a small hole in my wallet but would hopefully work out in the end.

At 5 o’clock in the afternoon Astarion would be heading to work. He wouldn’t return for a while, around eight to ten hours, depending how his shift went. He was a great chef by the way, always in control of his kitchen, serving delicate little dishes that cost almost a quarter of my rent. It was hard to believe that such strong hands could create such beautiful and delectable dishes…

Anyway…

After work, anywhere between 1 o’clock and 3 o’clock in the morning, he would head directly back to his home, an adorable little one story brick house with seemingly more windows than walls and enough large bushes to conceal anyone. Perfect for me, not so perfect for him. Astarion would jump in the shower, or so I assumed as it was the only room in the entire house with a fogged window, then, and this was the best part, Astarion would stroll around his home completely nude.

Did I mention how fucking gorgeous Astarion was?

It wasn't something he had always done, a more recent development really. And fuck how I loved it. In the beginning he would get dressed in the bathroom, throwing on some pajamas and a towel over his shoulder to continue drying his hair. But as the weather grew warmer, he began waltzing out through his home with nothing on. Only the towel over his shoulder on top of his head.

The only problem was, he never got close enough to the fucking window s. He was always moving, always doing something to prevent me from getting the view I so desired. I would film him night after night, hoping to record his dick up close and personal; but I was never so lucky.

If he was lying on the couch in his living room? The coffee table hid him.

Sitting in his kitchen with a cup of tea? His legs were crossed.

Resting in bed while he scrolled through his phone? The towel was over his lap.

It was torture. Slow, painful, blueballs for weeks: torture .

At one point, I considered knocking on his door myself, hoping that he wouldn’t cover up and would just answer the door with his dick out. I quickly gave up on that idea when he received a late night delivery and threw on a pair of shorts. Which he kept on the rest of the night and I went home more frustrated than ever.

A few other times he would have different women over at his place at random hours. Either bringing them home with him or they would show up just as the sun was beginning to rise. Seriously, who agrees to a one night stand at nearly six am? …. Okay , I would. With Astarion that is. Really… I’m just being jealous.

Well, whenever they showed up, Astarion would always close the blinds, hiding their coupling from any possible prying eyes. Basically just me . And I would give up, not bothering to stick around to see them leave. I had no doubt they were leaving with wild sex hair and a blissed out ‘just fucked’ expression as they shuffled back home.

Again. I was jealous . But I’ve spent weeks trailing after this target, the longest amount of time I’ve ever spent watching a single person, and I was damn close to giving up. I can only chase after someone for so long before I just become exhausted . Astarion was worth it, holy fuck was he worth it , but I was getting more and more impatient as each night passed.

This entire time I’d never seen him jerk off. Which was… unusual . Most single men were taking any chance they got to take care of those urges. But not Astarion. Maybe it was because of the women he brought home? But even then that was only once or twice every few weeks... Or perhaps he was fulfilling those urges in the morning after I’d gone home for the night? Either way, I needed to see him, I needed to see him fuck his own hand and finish all over his stomach and fat pecs.

So, a few days ago, I ordered a special delivery for Astarion and prayed that he would… partake in what I sent. Straight porn, gay porn, lesbian porn, videos and magazines, butt plugs, a fleshlight, flavored lube, regular lube, hell I even sent massage wands. Anything to get this man to touch himself with the blinds open and in a perfect view just for me .

He saw the package on his door as soon as he got home that night, his brows dipping down in confusion as he read his own name on the label before carrying it inside. I was practically giddy as I watched him forgo his shower and unbox everything in his living room instead. He was confused as ever as he pulled out each item. He studied everything as they were revealed, even flipping through each magazine and shaking his head in disbelief as he did.

I didn’t miss the small twitch of his thin lips when he flipped and paused through the gay magazine. He paused and kept looking through it! Score!

And then out came the clear flesh light.

The way his eyes lit up was one of the most adorable reactions I’ve ever seen. As if this was never an option for him, that he never even considered using a toy like this to pleasure himself. For a moment, it was like the heavens opened before me. A light shined through the window and embraced Astarion in a glow that could only be described as angelic as he began to remove his clothing. His strong arms gripping the bottom of his shirt and lifting it above his head and throwing it to the floor, his long and elegant fingers quickly unbuttoning his slacks as he yanked them down -

And then.

There it was.

A dick worth waiting for.

It hung gently against his thigh, soft and relaxed, a little darker than the rest of his body, a touch of pink at the tip like the most perfect rose - and it was everything that I imagined. Astarion sat back down onto his couch, directly in front of his window, and uncaring of any eyes that could see as he reached for his new toy and a bottle of one of the lubes.

I chewed my lip and slipped my hand down to the waistband of my joggers and carefully pulled them down to expose myself to the cool night air. I was already hard, my cock sensitive to the touch from my own hand due to lack of use. But finally, finally , all of my work would pay off.

Astarion poured a generous amount of lube over his shaft, pumping himself lightly until he came to full thickness. I found myself sneaking closer to the window, Astarion's eyes were pointed down and to the magazine beside him - if I stayed quiet and still out of his view… it would be easy to get away with.

But I wasn't so sure I could hold back once Astarion slipped the flesh light down onto himself.

He let his head drop back and let out a loud, needy moan; so loud I could hear it outside with his decorative bushes between us. Astarion moved his hand slowly, allowing himself to indulge wholly into the pleasure the toy could offer him. His grip would tighten around the toy as he worked it up and over the tip of his dick, and then loosen as he brought it back down to the base.

The toy was too small for him, I learned this after Astarion began to fuck it with a little more desperation. As he brought it all the way down his length, the upper half would pop though the top, revealing his glistening tip which was now turning a deep red as he continued to jerk himself off.

My own hand was moving to match Astarion's as he fucked into the toy, now with his eyes closed and no longer looking at the magazine. This was a moment that would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life… the most gorgeous man before me, gasping and moaning, his hips beginning to lift off the couch and fuck even harder into the toy I've provided for him -

" Fuck ," I moaned, my voice quiet but I couldn't hold back any longer, it slipped out of me. I was so close to finishing, so close to shooting my load all over Astarion's bushes just outside his window, my first orgasm in weeks right there and ready to blow. For a moment, a quick brief second , I closed my eyes as I nearly finished–

And when I looked back to where Astarion sat: he was gone.

My hand stilled, fear enveloping my body as I frantically scanned the now empty living room in front of me. Astarion was nowhere to be seen. Even the fleshlight was missing, meaning he was in such a hurry he took it with him.

My moan must have alerted Astarion, he most likely saw me outside his window with my dick out and about to apply a fresh layer of white to his house. I knew that Astarion was fast, and that more than likely he was sprinting for his cellphone and about to call the police. If I moved fast enough, I could have my pants jerked back up and get to my car before they arrived–

"And what do we have here…?"

I froze, my entire frame unable to move as a cool body pressed against my back. One hand appeared on my left hip before sliding under my shirt and coming to rest on my stomach. A warm breath cascaded down my throat as he spoke again.

"Don't let me ruin your fun, darling. Keep going."

Words were lost, the ability to move was gone, my breathing short and labored, everything inside of me telling me to run. But I couldn't. There was nothing I could do as my target stood behind me, teasing me, knowing that I was completely at Astarion’s mercy.

There was no telling what his plan was. If I were to keep going would he drag me into the street and call me a pervert? Was he secretly recording me and planning on exposing my dirty kink to the world?

"Relax," Astarion purred into my ear, chucking as he slowly slid his hand down my stomach and stopped just before my groin. "I won't bite."

"I'm sor–" I tried to speak, to blurt out some kind of apology; but Astarion shushed me before anything could be said.

"Hush. I think it's only fair I get to play with you now… wouldn't you agree?" Before I could register what was happening, Astarion was yanking my joggers down to the ground and slipping my dick into his used fleshlight.

" Oh ." Astarion gave me no time to react, his right hand gently swiping the toy up and down over my cock while his free hand moved even lower to massage my balls as he jerked me off.

"Feel good?" Astarion asked, his voice dipping lower, turned on, needy, almost out of breath and it was because of me.

I nodded, my mouth hanging open but words still far, far away from me as I allowed Astarion to work my length with his skilled hands. He gave me pleasure the same way he had to himself, slow at first, focusing on my tip and applying careful, gentle pressure as he eased my cock in and out of the toy.

"Such a pretty little human." Astarion's cock was hot and heavy resting against my back, although he was dressed now, I could feel his length pressing into my lower back as he forced me into his chest.

Wait, 'human' ?

Astarion peeled his left hand away from my balls, leaving me panting and missing the feeling of his hands massaging me there–

And then his hand was on my ass, easing between my cheeks and pressing a single finger against my entrance. I almost buckled over, gasping as he softly caressed my hole with a slicked fingertip.

"Oh, you dirty boy. You love that, don't you?"

" Yes ," I hissed as he managed to slip the tip of his middle finger inside. It has been so long, far too long, since I've touched my own ass. And now Astarion, my perfect target of all people, was the first to touch me in months.

"So… tight," Astarion spoke almost as if he was in disbelief. The back of my shirt was damp from his precum, only turning me on further as I felt his dick twitching and rubbing on his cool precum all over my back.

I was close again. As much as I fought it… it was impossible to hold back any longer. I was trying to savor Astarion's touch as he worked my dick and fingered my ass, it was all too much. I was shaking in his arms, my hips weakly pushing forward and back, trying to get as much of Astarion's lubed finger up my ass and as much pressure over my cock head to finally cum.

"Come on, cum for me," Astarion whispered into my ear, his lips bushing over my skin as he spoke. His middle finger reached as deeply as it could, titling up and pressing against the bundle of nerves that made me break.

I threw my body back against him, my hips jerking wildly as I finished into the fleshlight. Cum spilled over the top of the toy and down the sides until it coated Astarion's fingers leaving a dirty mess behind. Astarion groaned alongside me, his head ducking into my neck and biting down harshly as my cum cascaded down his knuckles….

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Let me know if we need a part two ;P

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eemcintyre · 1 year

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Something to Talk About (Tom Cruise)

TW: Literally nothing. Pure unadulterated fluff.

Summary: you and 90s!Tom are secretly married, and while on vacation (specifically, enjoying a nice breakfast), you two realize that the press has finally caught you together and published photos of you.

A wholehearted thank you for all of the support and positive feedback on the first fic I posted, I was so pleasantly surprised!

Y/N stirred, rolling over in the king-sized bed and wrapping the white sheets tightly around her shoulders, her eyes still closed. After a few moments of stillness as she slowly awoke, she extended one arm from her mass of blankets to reach for her husband.

For officially one year, Y/N had been able to call Tom Cruise her husband, and to celebrate the anniversary, he had agreed to take a weeklong break from work so they could go on a trip together to France. Provence was one of their favorite places to visit, due to the charming sights, as well as the tight security at the condo they always stayed at.

The latter aspect was particularly appealing, as most of the world actually didn’t even know that Y/N and Tom had dated. They had been introduced by a mutual friend in the filmmaking industry, and apart from them, only a few of their closest friends and family were aware. After the scrutiny and ridicule Tom had received during his past relationships, she and he had decided to wait as long as they could before someday having to reveal their relationship to the public. Y/N was also a behind-the-camera worker when it came to movies and was not used to any kind of intense media attention. They didn’t even wear wedding rings out in public and had opted out of buying an engagement ring as well, lest the accessories get noticed in paparazzi photos.

As Y/N blindly pawed at the spot on the mattress next to her, she was surprised to discover that Tom was not there. As she began to more fully wake up and register her surroundings, she detected the smell of food cooking, and the faint sounds of The Temptations and pans sizzling.

She tentatively rose to an upright position on the edge of the bed, loosening the knots in her hair with her fingers. Wearing one of Tom’s white t-shirts, a pair of pajama shorts, and a pair of socks, she treaded curiously in the direction of the kitchen. The room was bathed in sunlight, and a breeze floated in from the open sliding glass door leading to the balcony, gently ruffling the linen curtains.

Tom, his hair mussed, dressed in a t-shirt and boxers, was intensely focused on the pan and skillet in front of him on the stove, containing pancakes and bacon. The table was set with a small bouquet of flowers and a glass pitcher of orange juice that reflected patterns onto the table as the sun cut through it. His back was turned, allowing her to watch him silently, leaning against the doorway as he sang under his breath. Launching into a small spin while carrying a bowl of fruit to the table, he eventually saw that he was no longer alone. His gaze fell to the floor, and he shook his head, chuckling in embarrassment.

“Morning, sunshine. Hopefully I didn’t wake you too early.”

“No, I was just enjoying the show,” she grinned, stepping through the doorway to the spot on the floor behind him so she could slip her arms around his torso and rest her chin on his shoulder. “You didn’t have to make breakfast.”

“You’re just afraid that I’ll burn the place down,” he joked, leaning into her touch. “Or that my pancakes will be better than yours.”

In mock outrage, Y/N unwrapped him from her arms and shot him an appalled look, shoving him playfully. “Oh, you’ve thrown down the gauntlet now, chef.”

“Why don’t you withhold judgement? I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” he retorted slyly, taking her plate in one hand and the spatula into his other and tossing several steaming golden-brown blueberry pancakes onto her plate. While allowing the food to cool, they poured themselves some juice.

“Squeezed it myself,” he said, and she looked at him incredulously. “No, it’s Minute Maid,” he laughed.

“Wow, and I thought you were really going all-out. What kind of self-respecting chef doesn’t squeeze their own orange juice?” she rolled her eyes, tilting her head back as she joined in the laughter.

They sat silently in each other’s presence for a moment, as the pancakes finally reached an edible temperature.

“Well, neglecting the orange juice was a smart choice, because these are incredible,” she praised him, nodding for emphasis.

“Thank you, thank you,” he tipped his head in a dramatic bow. “And you doubted me.”

“I’ll never do it again, sweetheart.”

“I wish I could have caught this moment on tape.”

“Shut up!”

They leisurely enjoyed their breakfast at the table while reading the news of the morning from several local and international newspapers. It was only the sounds of the birds singing, the waves in the distance, and the breeze, until suddenly, Tom’s gaze shot upward at Y/N, who began choking on a mouthful of food. Clinging to the paper she had been reading, she reached for her juice with her other hand and cleared the obstruction before Tom felt the need to panic. Her hand clutching her chest, she managed to slow her breathing again, but her face still looked ill, unnaturally pale, and her eyes were transfixed with the newspaper.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” He leaned forward with his elbows on the table, and she handed him the paper. He was met with a large headline in the entertainment section which prompted him to check that area of the other newspapers on the table as well. All echoed phrases along the lines of:

“Tom Cruise spotted on vacation with mystery woman.”

“Source claims Tom Cruise finally off the market again.”

“Shit,” he sighed, setting the papers face-down on the table, and running both hands through his hair. Each article was also accompanied by paparazzi photos of them coming and going from the condo and talking on the balcony.

“Can we turn this orange juice into a mimosa?” Y/N groaned. “What happened to five-star security?” She became shaky. “Oh, I think I’m going to be sick.”

Tom was visibly displeased but holding it together a lot better than Y/N. “Hey, it’s okay. I mean, we knew everyone was going to find out someday. Think about it- maybe it’s for the best, we won’t have to sneak around anymore. And they don’t even know who you are yet…”

“But they’ll figure it out soon enough and then tear me apart,” Y/N replied. “They’ll pick apart everything about how I look, and all my personal business will be in the open…”

“You don’t know that,” he insisted, taking her hands from across the table. “If they have any sense, they’ll love you. Maybe you’ll be Hollywood’s next It-girl,” he grinned. “But we’re not going to let it ruin our anniversary trip, and we’ll take whatever comes and just keep doing us, okay?”

She nodded wordlessly, managing a small, uncertain smile.

“Remember, you said you’d never doubt me again.”

“I didn’t realize that was going to come back to bite me so soon,” she griped, the color slowly returning to her face.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Tom began, rising from his chair with Y/N’s hands still in his, bringing them both to their feet.

“What?”

“Let’s really give ‘em something to talk about.” She noticed that he was guiding them in the direction of the balcony.

“W-what are we doing?”

Once they were within full view of the entire complex and any photographers who might be lying in wait, he moved in for a kiss.

“Tom, you’re fucking crazy!” she dodged it, trying to look shocked, but unable to suppress a giggle, and she soon joined in.

#tom cruise #tom cruise fic #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise x reader #fanfiction #tom cruise fanfic #tom cruise fluff #fluff #fanfic #one shot #x reader #imagine #creative writing #self insert #reader insert #just for fun #just roll with it

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goddesspharo · 2 months

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AU ask game: top gun maverick, chef 👨‍🍳

[ask me AU fun facts]

Bradley and Jake as rival chefs who had a falling out years ago after their mentor Pete Mitchell appointed Bradshaw the CDC of his three-star Michelin restaurant (nepotism!) even though it was Jake's pivot to molecular gastronomy that got them that third star. Everyone knows the poached oysters with horseradish foam on a bed of beetroot puree sealed the deal!

In the years since, Jake's cooking has become even more abstract whereas Bradley, after having a minor nervous breakdown trying to keep the star, decided that what he was really passionate about was making cooking accessible to everyone and became a celebrity chef instead.

Executive Chef Tom Kazansky signs up Jake to compete against Bradley on Iron Chef America even though it goes against everything Jake stands for -- he's a world-renowned chef, not an entertainer -- because it's good for business. "Since Michelin isn't expanding to four stars any time soon, you could use a new challenge."

Javy is Jake's sous chef; Natasha is Bradley's. Back during the halcyon days of MoviePass, I remember going to see Burnt because you can't keep me away from movies about cooking but also mostly because Alicia Vikander was in the trailer for five seconds (which I think ended up being the whole of her involvement in the movie) and while I no longer remember anything else about said movie, I imagine the backstage reunion between Jake and Natasha would basically go like this. He's shaking, crying, throwing up, and then he has to deal with Alton Brown's non-stop commentary for two hours afterwards!

It is the highest rated episode of Iron Chef America in Food Network history because of the accidental very on-purpose stabbing that happens during the event.

#ask me things #top gun #hannix #hangster

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insignificantly-notorious · 11 months

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Jaime gave Brienne a Blue dress and a priceless Valyrian Steel Sword… Carmy gave Sydney an expensive Tom Browne Chef Whites… Kaz Brekker gifted Inej the knives she carried everywhere… Namor gifted his mother’s 500 year old bracelet to Shuri…

The ‘I value and respect you as a person and whoever you want to be or archived.’…. The ‘I see you as my equal’… and ‘I couldn’t do *this* without you’… as a form of Gift Giving… the slowburn… the literary IMPLICATIONS (proposal/courting)…. I’m losing my mind…

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datcloudboi · 5 months

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List of Films Turning 10 Years Old in 2024

The Amazing Spider-Man 2

American Sniper

Annie (the remake starring Jamie Foxx)

As Above, So Below

The Babadook (we stan a gay icon)

Batman: Assault on Arkham (a direct continuation of the Batman: Arkham games)

Big Eyes

Big Hero 6

Birdman (won the Best Picture Oscar for this year)

The Book of Life

The Boxtrolls

Boyhood (filmed over the course of 12 years)

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Chef

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes

Dead Snow 2: Red vs. Dead

Dear White People (the basis for the TV series on Netflix, and made by the same guy)

Dracula Untold (this was Universal’s second attempt at launching the Dark Universe)

The Drop (a crime drama starring Tom Hardy)

Edge of Tomorrow/Live Die Repeat

The Equalizer

Exodus: Gods and Kings (a biblical epic directed by Ridley Scott)

The Expendables 3

The Fault in Our Stars

Foxcatcher

Fury (the war movie with Brad Pitt and Shia LaBeouf)

Get on Up (the James Brown biopic starring Chadwick Boseman)

Godzilla (the 1st film in the MonsterVerse)

Gone Girl

The Grand Budapest Hotel

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1

The Guest

Hercules (the one starring The Rock)

The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies (did you guys know the working title for this movie was “The Hobbit: There and Back Again”?)

How to Train Your Dragon 2

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1

If I Stay

The Imitation Game (the movie where Benedict Cumberbatch plays Alan Turing)

Inherent Vice

Interstellar

The Interview (the movie that almost caused World War 3)

Into the Woods

Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit

Jodorowsky's Dune (a documentary about the Dune movie that we never got)

Joe (one of Nic Cage's best movies)

John Wick (the 1st one)

Kill the Messenger

Left Behind (one of Nic Cage's worst movies)

The Lego Movie

Life After Beth

Lucy ((the “humans only use 10% of their brain” movie. Which has since been proven false. Source: https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/do-people-only-use-10-percent-of-their-brains/ )

Maleficent

The Maze Runner

A Million Ways to Die in the Weset

Mr. Peabody and Sherman

Muppets Most Wanted

Need for Speed (Aaron Paul's first project after "Breaking Bad" ended)

Neighbors

Night of the Museum: Secret of the Tomb (the third one. Also one of Robin Williams’ last movies)

Nightcrawler

Noah (a biblical epic directed by Darren Aronofsky)

Non-Stop

The Nut Job

Obvious Child

Oculus (one of the 1st projects from Mike Flanagan)

Ouija

Paddington

Penguins of Madagascar

The Purge: Anarchy

The Raid 2

RoboCop (the reboot that was actually decent)

Selma

Sharknado 2

Sin City: A Dame to Kill For

Son of Batman

St. Vincent

The Taking of Deborah Logan

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (the one produced by Michael Bay. It’s also the one where the Turtles look like aliens)

The Theory of Everything (the movie where Eddie Redmayne plays Stephen Hawking)

Third Person

300: Rise of an Empire

Transformers: Age of Extinction

Tusk

22 Jump Street

Veronica Mars (the film continuation of the TV show)

A Walk Among the Tombstones

What If? (a rom-com starring Daniel Radcliffe)

What We Do in the Shadows (the film that was the basis for the TV show)

When Marnie Was There

Whiplash

X-Men: Days of Future Past

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misskattylashes · 11 months

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So....we have a new entrant into the shit show. Chef Tom Brown. Now I am never sure if him and Miles are just close friends or they are dating. He was with Miles at the Emirates last Sunday. The other day he randomly posted the clip or Glasto 13 when Alex starts singing Yellow. All very nice. But last night (after Miles no show during 505) he posts this. It is taking the piss out of Alex and the comments are pretty harsh.

Now....is it because Alex let Miles down again and because Louse was there Miles couldn't come on? Is it Tom is jealous of Miles and Alex's relationship? Why did Alex seem a bit lost at the beginning of 505 and he did the hand symbol thing twice.

Am I overthinking after three hours sleep? Possibly. But I would like to hear what you guys think.

#milex is real #mileskane #milex #alex Turner #Arctic monkeys Glastonbury #i am too invested in these people #i need sleep #arctic monkeys

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theloveoftoms · 2 years

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Can I request where the reader is like 24 and is dating Tom cruise and he gets her to watch the first top gun movie because she keeps saying that she wants to go see the new one even if she hasn’t seen the first

Movie Night - tom cruise x reader

Summary: Watching the original top gun with your boyfriend, tom cruise.

A/N: HELLO, this is chaotic as hell, but enjoy! I love writing age gaps for some reason, oh maybe its my thing for older men. Anywho, I am sorry this took SO LONG to finish, like I said, I was quite busy these last few days. Enjoy darling! xxx - mack :)

"What do you say we go to the cinema this weekend?" you asked, sliding your hand around your boyfriend, tom's waist.

Tom grinned, "I would like that very much."

As often as he could, tom had always tried to go to the cinema to see what was playing. A guilty pleasure of his was sneaking in any local theatre and watching movies just like the average Joe, hiding in the back row with his large bag of popcorn and cherry coke. Yes, at times (especially after a gruelling film schedule), tom enjoyed all of the fuss and feathers involved with a movie premiere, but he mostly did that for his fans. After all, it was their support that made him such the star he is today!

"What show do you want to watch? I was at the theatre for a western last week, and it wasn't the best, but if that's what you'd like to watch, we could go see it."

You shook your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "Gosh no," you laughed, "I was thinking about seeing your new movie tom! Top Gun: Maverick."

Tom looked at you with his emerald eyes, god he had the most gorgeous eyes that you had ever seen, shaking his head. "But you haven't seen the original yet!"

You rolled your eyes, "All I know, is that I want to support you in your latest movie tom! It looks so so good, and you look hot in it!"

That last comment made tom laugh, lashing you one of his famous grins.

Due to scheduling conflicts, and a busy week at university, you were unable to attend the month-long global premiere for top gun: maverick. You hated that you had left tom to go himself without you as a date, but your studies at university were important to you, and you had lots of work that needed to be done before the end of the spring semester.

"Alright," tom said, walking over to the living room couch, "If we're going to go see it this week, then we have to watch the original!"

You nodded, sitting down on the grey sofa beside your boyfriend, "You've got a deal!"

While tom and you searched for the movie on the tv, one of his assistants was busy helping the main chef prepare a movie snack tray. Anthony, a young twenty-something year old that was close to your age - tom's newest assistant - was the one who delivered the tray of snacks onto the coffee table in front of the two of you.

The brown wooden board was filled with all of your favourite fruits, chocolates, and miniature packs of sweets that tom had the kitchen staff keep on hand at all times. In the centre of the tray, there were each two cokes in the vintage glass mugs that tom liked and a big bowl of airy popcorn for the two of you to share. "Here you are mr. cruise, " Anthony said, giving your boyfriend a subtle nod, "Miss. y/l/n," he offered, greeting you.

"Thanks Anthony," tom said, shaking his assistants hand, "Help yourself to anything in the fridge if you'd like, and take the evening off, we've got everything we need right here," tom said that last bit, looking at you, his emerald eyes meeting yours.

Anthony nodded, "thank you mr. cruise. I hope the two of you enjoy the film!"

Anthony was a bit of a suck up at times, but he seemed to like working for tom, and didn't mind doing any of the tasks he needed to be done that day, he was also kind to you, unlike some of the staff when you first came home with tom.

There was this one woman, vera, a lady in her late thirties, who told you straight off what she thought of you. "In it for the money eh?" she asked you, gritting her teeth, "you young women, I don't know why tom bothers with you."

You had looked at vera, who was dusting the main bookshelf at the time, her lips drawn up into a sneer, her eyes cutting through you like blades of glass.

"What did you say?" you had asked, mouth agape.

"You heard me," she said, "You're not good enough for tom." Just as Vera said that last bit, Tom, your boyfriend of five months had walked in, looking at the two of us. "What did you say to y/n?" he asked.

Vera smiled viciously, "Oh Tom! I was just complementing your new lady on her looks. Such voluminous hair!"

Tom had looked at you, then back at vera, knowing instantly by your eyes that vera had lied. "Vera," he had said, walking over to you and taking your hand in his, "You can head home."

Vera grinned, "Thank you tom. You are so kind!"

Tom shook his head, "Don't return tomorrow. I don't want you to work for me if that is how you treat my dates."

Begin substantially younger than you boyfriend had its disadvantages at times. Like when people assumed you were his daughter, or when they called you names; "gold digger," one man hissed in your ear on the subway. But worst of all, was when the press had their comments about your age gap. You are 24, and tom is nearly 60, which to some is slightly alarming. Hell, at first even you doubted that you would be fulfilled with an older man, but tom respected you and was everything you had ever wanted in a relationship. Now, almost two years later, the two of you are happy together, living your lives from your joint penthouse.

...

You wished Anthony a good night, and then watched in the distance as he grabbed a protein bar from the kitchen and took the elevator out of the building. "Finally," you sighed, leaning into tom, "were all alone."

Tom grinned a warm smile and pulled you close, his arm wrapping around your shoulder, "All ready to begin y/n?" he asked you.

You nodded, pressing play on the remote, the opening title card playing across the screen as the music you had heard so often played through the tv's speakers. When you saw tom's name, in that blocky white font, you mumbled, "Woah, tom cruise? I heard he's pretty talented!"

Tom chuckled, "really?"

After the other names of the stars, the iconic title card, the one showing audiences the sole purpose of the film flashed on screen, "On March 3, 1969 the United States Navy established an elite school for the top one precent of its pilots. Its purpose was to teach the lost art of areal combat and to insure that the handful of men who graduated were the best fighter pilots in the world. They succeeded. Today , the Navy call it Fighter Weapons school. The flyers call it:"

"Top gun," tom and you read together. The movie was officially beginning.

Scenes of people walking in mist with the yellow and orange sunset shining through from behind played through as the rest of the cast was introduced, fighter jets moving slowly in the background. The colours were really aesthetic.

When tom's character, pete "maverick" mitchell popped on screen, you gave your boyfriend a nudge and a wink.

Tom rolled his eyes at you and got back to the movie, helping himself to the bowl of popcorn that Anthony had brought you.

As the movie played on, the daylight outside began to blur into night, and tom and you laid closer on the couch, his hands in your hair, your hands resting on his chest. The two of you hummed along to the music, some songs you knew from hearing them on the local radio stations.

A tear rolled down your cheek when goose fell unconscious into the water, and tom was there to wipe it away. To cheer you up as the heartfelt music continued to play, tom told you stories of life on set. "And this one night me and val went down to Mexico, it was crazy fun."

At the end of the movie, the end credits rolling on the screen, tom turned to you, his eyes looking over yours, "What did you think y/n?"

You smiled contently, "It was really good tom. I really liked it!"

"So you think you're ready for Top Gun: Maverick then?"

"Defiantly!" you replied, giving tom a kiss on the cheek, "I can't wait to watch it with you.

#request #top gun #top gun maverick #tom cruise #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise is hot #tom cruise love #tom cruise x age gap #tom cruise x fem! reader #maverick #pete maverick mitchell

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nicoscheer · 11 months

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ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME 😭😭😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽😭😭🥹

The first one is basically an Alex Turner thirst account 🤣 Miles having Tom send him everything to stay up to date, also I think there were some rumors that Tom even followed/liked some Milex accounts but can’t find anything

#alex turner #miles kane #505 #505 is their bat/turtle signal #Milex #even one of Miles’s closest friends 🤣#thanks for everyone pointing out that he followed puppetsspace #chef Tom brown

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 2 months

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{Peter's Got Talent}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54495172 by Chaeyoung26090 Requested by anonymous: hey there! i'm one of the people that reads your spiderson book, and the master chef one made me think about peter going on got talent, so could you do that if it's not too much trouble? maybe he can do acrobatics or something. thank you! Words: 1607, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), America's Got Talent RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Heidi Klum, Tyra Banks, Melanie Brown, Mel B, Howie Mandel, Simon Cowell, Dan Brown, (cameo lol) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Clint Barton & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Peter Parker can sing, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Peter Parker is a Ray of Sunshine, Everyone Loves Peter Parker, Peter Parker on America's Got Talent, like omggg, baby boi is gonna win this thing, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Soft Natasha Romanov, Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Bucky Barnes Feels, he's a soft boi, Awesome Clint Barton, Sam Wilson is a little shit, Clint is the rational one in this guysss read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54495172

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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tomholland1996simp · 1 year

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Hi! Can u make a one shot in which reader and tom are dating and paddy has a crush on reader which makes tom jealous? Pls take your time.☺️

Jealous boy || Tom Holland

Summary: Paddy has a big crush on the reader and Tom gets jealous. And after amazing night events Tom wants to be close to the reader, but paddy wants to spend time with her.

You woke up to your boyfriend, Tom, drawing patterns on your back. The sun glistened through the blinds, the warm light hitting your bare shoulders. Tom started to place small kisses along your bare shoulder, noticing that you had started to wake up.

“Morning, baby” He kissed your head, pulling the covers up more to cover both your bodies.

“Morning” You groan tiredly, cuddling into his side even more. Last night you and Tom had an amazing time, you both went on a date for your second year anniversary. Which eventually led to him telling you that he wanted to move in together, which you agreed. Then the rest of the night you both was in the bedroom.

You finally opened your eyes looking into his brown beautiful ones. Your fingers traced his face, you slowly leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. Toms hands found your waist, deepening the kiss even more, until you pulled away. “I’m still sore” You giggled a little.

“I’m so sorry, Did I hurt you?” He panicked worryingly, he never ever wanted to hurt you and he always made sure during sex that he would make sure your alright. Tom was truly a gentlemen when it came to your time in bed, he always checked if you was okay with things always wanting your consent.

You smiled at his reaction knowing you was lucky to have someone like him. “No you didn’t, i’m okay. Just we went at it like twice and just a little sore” You peck his soft lips.

“Wanna take a shower together?” He asked with a small smirk making you slap his chest a little as he held you closer to him. However before you could answer, a knock came to the door, both of you hiding your bodies more under the covers.

Then followed someone walking in, Paddy. “Morning, sorry if I woke you up. Just wanted to tell you that Sam is making breakfast” He smiled looking at you both, luckily he didn’t realise.

“Morning, thank you Pads. We will be down in a few” You smiled softly at the boy, him returning the smile and closing the door. “Right we better get up, i’m gonna shower” You kissed Toms head standing up, earning a smack to the ass by Tom, making you squeal.

You ran into the bathroom closing and locking the door behind you, giggling when you heard Toms fists at the door. “Angel, I thought we was gonna shower together?” He whines behind the door like a child.

“Sorry Tommy, but I gotta shower quickly” You called turning on the shower, hearing him huff and walk away. “I love you” You shout to him as you entered the shower.

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“Thank you chef Sam” You placed your plate in the sink, going to wash up the dishes but he stopped you. “No it’s okay, I got it” He told you.

“Are you sure you just cooked for all of us?”

“Yeah, I’m sure paddy’s waiting for you anyways” He sends a small smirk to Tom, him rolling his eyes. “Okay, thank you” You raise your eyebrows at Tom as you was confused to what Sam had meant or why Tom even rolled his eyes. Tom just shook his head and smiled, letting you know nothing was wrong.

You smiled back dropping it and deciding to go into the garden where paddy was playing football. He set you a small touch once he had seen you, you kicking it straight back. Eventually you both started to play with the ball, trying to score into each others goals. The fifteen year old winning by two goals as you tried to tackle him.

You might’ve accidentally nudged him a bit too hard for him to fall over though. “Oh shit, sorry Paddy” You apologise helping him up by grabbing his hand. “You okay?” You asked making sure he didn’t hurt himself.

“I’m okay, it’s fine” He told you, taking your hand to help himself stand up. You both then started giggling when Paddy pulled you to the ground with him, you both landing on the grass laughing. Tom came walking into the garden having heard all the fun you was both having. Even though his brother was fifteen and he knew you would never go for him, he still got jealous.

Tom knew about Paddy’s crush on you, before you started dating you were both best friends. Paddy always went on about you, he always said how much he fancied you. And when you and Tom started dating he acted like he still didn’t like you, but deep down inside he did.

“Haha! That’s what you get” Paddy laughs standing up going to run, you chasing after him. You then grab his arm pulling him over trying to push him to the floor, failing miserably as he got out of your grip.

“Paddy come back here!-Oh hi Tommy” You smile up at your boyfriend placing a kiss on his lips, you confused when he didn’t kiss you back. “You okay?” You asked him, running a hand through his curls.

He grabbed your hand stopping your actions after, “yeah, i’m fine. Looks like you and Paddy are having fun” He jealously says.

“Someone’s jealous” You tease him, knowing when he gets jealous over something little. It was kinda cute.

Tom looked at you acting as if he wasn’t jealous. “Jealous? Haha. Why would I be jealous? Not like paddy has a crush on you or anything-why would I care? Jealous? No i’m fine” He rambled and you chuckled at him.

“Y/n wanna play on the playstation?” Paddy came over and asked, you nodding your head dragging your jealous boyfriend along with you.

You all sat in the living room whilst Paddy put on a fighting game, Tom cuddled into your side, not wanting to let you go. This wasn’t new to you, Tom would be extremely touching and clingy after a night of sex or even when he was jealous. You grew used to it by now, you liked it. Sometimes you could be like that, however that’s when you both was alone. You was at his family house this time, so you didn’t want to seem too clingy around them.

“Haha I won!” Paddy yelled out, shaking your shoulders a little as he done a victory dance. You both had been playing for an hour now, you both were drawing. This being the last fight to see who would win.

You both focused on the game, you ignoring Tom when he tried to speak to you. When it came to stuff like this you was very competitive, you wanted to win. “YESSS!” You scream, Paddy’s character falling over letting you know he’s knocked out. Paddy huffed out knowing he had lost in defeat.

Tom was now sitting next to you on his phone, scrolling through instagram. “Don’t be a sore loser Paddy, you know i’m better” You tease the boy, earning a small smile. “Come here, good game” You told him arms open as he moved closer to hug you, you kissed him on the head, Tom watching every move. Paddy’s cheeks were bright pink when you had pulled away.

“Good game” He smiled shyly, giving you a small kiss on the cheek and turning off his game, running away. You then turned to Tom seeing him with an angry expression.

“Cuddle?” You ask with a happy smile but he ignored the offer brushing your arms off him. “No?” You ask again.

“Why don’t you keep playing with my brother?” He scoffs a little, jealously kept bubbling in him and he didn’t know why.

“Tommy this isn’t about me playing games with your brother is it?” You laugh a little, seeing him being serious made you stop. Was he really jealous over you being close to his fifteen year old brother and your twenty-three years old. “You can be really silly, you know. Babe, I love you so much. Your really getting jealous that i’m close to Paddy? I think of him as my little brother too, well the one I never had. He’s fifteen Tommy, I know about his crush on me, of course I do. I just don’t want him to like get upset if I don’t spend time with him.” You tell Tom.

“I’ve always wanted to have a great bon with your brothers as I know how much they mean to you. And me being close to your youngest one won’t change a thing, baby” You opened your arms again and this time he goes into them.

Tom pulls you down with him to lay on the sofa, “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m jealous. It’s weird, just wanted to spend time with you and I know Paddy likes you. Sorry for being jealous” He pecked your lips.

“It’s okay, don’t apologise. It’s kinda cute” You giggle a little, you both lay there enjoying the comfortable silence.

“Hey y/n?!” Paddy called from upstairs.

“No Paddy, she’s busy sleeping now. Leave me and my girl be” Tom whined tightening his grip on you as you burst out laughing.

I need more requests, I don’t like this either.

#tom holland #like #fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #tomhollandsimp #tom #imagine #oneshot #hollandaccount #paddy holland #tomholland x reader #reblog #tom holland imagines #tomholland fluff #tomhollandfans #tomhollandimagine #paddyholland #samholland

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ladywynneoutlander · 11 months

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Thoughts on 701 - A Life Well Lost

The title is perfection. *chef's kiss*

Congrats on executive producer to Caitriona Balfe and Sam Heughan.

Skye Boat Song - This new version is going to take some getting used to. The artist has a unique style and I don't really understand the thinking. It doesn't seem relevant to the period or the story, but I'm probably missing something given Bear McCreary's general excellence and detail.

Wendigo Donner is interesting. He brings in the time travel drama. I'm glad they integrated his story with Bree and Roger in this episode. It gave them something to deal with besides the one guy calling Roger a coward and their relationship. I'm not putting down navigating marriage as viable plot. It can make for some of the best drama out there, but I'm glad Wendigo added another dimension and a vehicle for that here. Looking forward to his story line.

Roger and Bree's morality conversation was interesting on it's own merits, but it was also a neat way to reacquaint audiences with what happened in earlier seasons. Much more elegant than saying, "previously on Outlander ".

MacDonald you little shit. I wish Adso had used that coat for a litter box.

Tom's confession is an absolute highlight. Mark Lewis Jones' performance... I cannot say enough. It was subtle and genuine. It felt right for a man as proud and whose convictions run as deep as Tom Christie's.

Jamie and Ian finishing the Browns was a great surprise and a nice way to wrap up that plotline. Glad to see little changes that make sense like this. I also enjoyed Jamie this episode overall. His scenes seemed really true to character and highlighted Jamie and Claire's epic love. Their reunion aboard ship is one of those iconic book moments. I felt that in the show as well, and I think they did a great job.

All in all this episode was a really solid set up for the season that also had some memorable and gorgeous moments. I cannot wait for more. 🧡

#701 #a life well lost #ladywynneoutlandersthoughts #caitriona balfe #sam heughan #outlander #mark lewis jones #jamie fraser #claire fraser #roger mackenzie #brianna mackenzie #wendigo donner

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babitim-in-fandoms · 1 year

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Uhhhhhh Introduction?

Heyyy uhmmm.......... idk.

FANDOMS I CHOSE TO USE FOR THIS ASK BLOG:

Doki Doki Literature Club

Baldi's Basics

Cuphead

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Hello Neighbor

Among Us

Bendy and the dark revival

Cuphead DLC

Amanda the Adventurer

So these are the options. I'm not adding anymore. I didn't include some popular Fandoms because I don't wanna.

Feel free to ask. But be specific which fandom your asking. There all in their own worlds.

Also in Cuphead and Bendy And The Ink Machine some characters are switched up.

Hehe..... bye.

Character list:

DDLC

Sayori: Mugman

Monika: Cuphead

Yuri: Bendy

Natsuki: Boris

Player: Holly

Cuphead

Cuphead: Bendy

Mugman: Boris

BATIM + BATDS

Bendy: Cuphead

Boris: Mugman

Henry: Cannikin

Alice: Cala

Alison: Holly

Butcher gang: dot, wakko, yakko

Sammy Lawrence: Felix

Baldi's Basics

Baldi: Mugman

Player: Cuphead

Principal of the thing: Bendy

Playtime: Boris

This is a Bully: Fanny

Arts and Crafters: Red

1st Prize: Holly

Gotta sweep: Cala

Ñ#Łl / fıłə ñªm3 ² : Alice

Mrs. Pomp: Dot

Cloudy copter: cog holly

Chalkles: yakko

Beans: wakko

Hello Neighbor

Neighbor: Cuphead

Player: Mugman

Among us

Red: Cuphead

Orange: Boris

Yellow: Alice

Dark Green: Black Hat

Blue: Mugman

Cyan: Oswald

Purple: Cala

Pink: Holly

Black: bendy

White: Fanny

Brown: felix

Bendy And The Dark Revival

Bendy: Cuphead

Audrey: Alice

Tom: Mugman

Wilson: Black hat

Betty: Betty bop

Alice: Cala

Alison: Holly

Joey drew: Bendy

Cuphead DLC

Cuphead: Bendy

Mugman: Boris

Chalice: Alice

Chef saltbaker: Cog Holly

Amanda the Adventurer

Amanda: Sarah Songbird

Wooly: Boris

Player: Bendy

Main blog

@alice-the-kittycat-yt

#baldis basics in education and learning #bendy and the ink machine #doki doki literature club #cuphead dont deal with the devil #amoung us #hello neighbor #fandoms #ahhhhh #blog intro #help help help #babitim #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #babtqftim #bendy and the dark revival #cuphead the delicious last course #inky mystery #boris and the dark survival #amanda the adventurer

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thelonelybrilliance · 5 months

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2023 Reads: thelonelybrilliance

Final count 72! I set a goal of 52 originally but raised the bar when I realized that would only bring me into early November.

Decided it would be fun to share some stats and recommendations along with the full list.

First, ten recommendations:

The Queen's Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner (best completed series)

Gregory Orr, The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write (best new poetry read)

Minka Kelly, Tell Me Everything (best memoir)

E.B. White, Here Is New York (best short read)

Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist (best journals)

Sydney Taylor, All-of-a-Kind Family (best children's lit)

Laurie Halse Anderson, Shout (best poetry memoir)

George Eliot, Middlemarch (best classic)

Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart (best food writing)

Red Rising series by Pierce Brown (best sci-fi/ongoing series + best audio drama (Red Rising (Book 1))

Of my 72 reads, 31 were rereads, 41 new . Four were audiobooks, the rest print (primarily e-books). My longest read was David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. My shortest read (I think? A lot of poetry collections are short) was the longform essay, Here Is New York by E.B. White. I read the most books in December (15) and the least in June (2). 50 authors were women, 21 were men, and one poetry collection was multi-author. My most-read authors were as follows:

Megan Whalen Turner (7 books)

Lucy Maud Montgomery (6 books)

Louise Glück (5 books)

Elizabeth Wein (5 books)

Jane Austen (3 books)

Pierce Brown (3 books)

Full list organized by month under the cut!

Favorites: Bold | Rereads: Underline

Fiction: Blue | Non-Fiction: Red | Poetry: Purple | Audiobook: *

JANUARY

Megan Whalen Turner, The Thief

2. Annie Chagnot & Emi Ikkanda (eds.), How Lovely the Ruins

3. Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

FEBRUARY

4. Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice

5. Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

6. Jane Austen, Sense & Sensibility

MARCH

7. Rita Dove, Playlist for the Apocalypse

8. Louise Glück, The Seven Ages

9. Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

APRIL

10. Megan Whalen Turner, Moira's Pen

11. Megan Whalen Turner, The Queen of Attolia

12. Megan Whalen Turner, The King of Attolia

13. Megan Whalen Turner, A Conspiracy of Kings

MAY

14. Megan Whalen Turner, Thick as Thieves

15. Megan Whalen Turner, Return of the Thief

16. Elizabeth Wein, The Winter Prince

17. Elizabeth Wein, A Coalition of Lions

18. Elizabeth Wein, Sunbird

19. Elizabeth Wein, The Lion Hunter

JUNE

20. Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

21. bell hooks, Applachian Elegy

JULY

22. Michael Gibney, Sous Chef: 24 Hours on the Line*

23. C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

24. Elizabeth Wein, The Empty Kingdom

25. Dorothy Dunnett, Spring of the Ram

26. Michael Bazzett, You Must Remember This

27. Lisa Ampelman, Romances

28. Anthony Bourdain, Kitchen Confidential

29. Natalie Diaz, Post-Colonial Love Poem

AUGUST

30. Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty

31. Jenny Han, It's Not Summer Without You

32. Natalie Diaz, When My Brother Was an Aztec

33. Ocean Vuong, Time Is a Mother

34. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

35. Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

SEPTEMBER

36. Gregory Orr, The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write

37. E.B. White, Here Is New York

38. Minka Kelly, Tell Me Everything

39. P.G. Wodehouse, My Man Jeeves

40. Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist

41. Jonathan Stroud, The Screaming Staircase*

42. Tobias Wolff, Old School

OCTOBER

43. Emi Nietfeld, Acceptance*

44. Charles Dickens, David Copperfield

45. R.F. Kuang, Yellowface

46. Louise Glück, Vita Nova

47. L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon

48. L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs

49. L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest

50. Ada Limón, The Hurting Kind

NOVEMBER

51. Ron Rash, Poems

52. Louise Glück, Meadowlands

53. Tom Perrotta, Election

54. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

55. Louise Glück, Averno

56. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

57. Curtis Sittenfeld, Prep

DECEMBER

58. Tom Perrotta, Tracy Flick Can't Win

59. Pierce Brown, Red Rising*

60. Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle

61. Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess

62. Pierce Brown, Iron Gold

63. Sydney Taylor, All-of-a-Kind Family

64. William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

65. George Eliot, Middlemarch

66. Louise Glück, Ararat

67. Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

68. Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

69. Kate Baer, And Yet

70. Marguerite de Angeli, The Lion in the Box

71. Pierce Brown, Golden Son

72. Laurie Halse Anderson, Shout

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