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liberty-barnes · 2 years

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And They Lived Happily Ever After

Epilogue of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Tom Holland x Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds and Tom Holland get their happily ever after. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: uuh the end there got a bit on the steamy side so just some nice like snogging and plenty mentions of honeymoon sex and nudity, but otherwise you’re good, switching POVs so you’ll get to see everyone appreciating their love, and you’ll get to see the ceremony from so many people’s eyes, including some you haven’t seen yet ;)

Word Count: 3.4k words

Estimated Reading Time: 15 minutes

A/N: I’m not crying, you’re crying, shut up. This is a really emotional moment for me. My second series is finally over!! I started this accidentally, and it took me ages to finish, but I don’t regret a single second of it. It brought me so much happiness, and I loved reading your thoughts and comments as time went on. I only hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did <3 Just wanna send a million thank you’s to @the-girl-in-the-chair for being my test person and the one I could always talk to when it comes to this series, I love you so much Lana, you’re the beeest

I was picturing this dress (mostly cause it has pocketssss) so if you want a visual, here you go)

Also very important: the vows in this were inspired by the PA Series on AO3 and honestly check it out cause it’s just awesome and those are my relationship goals right there

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“Alright, sweetheart, deep breaths, everything’s gonna be alright.”

She follows her mother’s instructions, taking in shaky gulps of air.

Breathe in, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

Breathe out, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

“Feeling better?”

She nods slowly, then immediately shakes her head.

“No, this is a disaster!”

Blake finally gives up on keeping her dress unwrinkled, sitting down on the floor next to her.

“Angel, everything’s gonna be alright, I don’t even know why you’re freaking out so much. You’re marrying your best friend. You two love each other so much, and you’re gonna be so happy, there’s nothing to worry about.”

She sniffles.

“But there are so many people, Mommy. And they’re all gonna be looking at me. You know I’m not good at the mushy stuff when I have eyes on me, they make me nervous. This is supposed to be perfect, and instead, we had to invite a hoard of insignificant Suits and entitled bitches, all for business. We already give them so much, why couldn’t we just keep this to ourselves?”

She sighs, and brings her daughter closer to her body, crushing her in a hug.

“Cause the world sucks, and it’s all part of the business. You and Tom have been on a break from acting for three months now, and you’ll stay there for another year at the very least. These Suits like to feel like they’re important, and inviting them to events like these keeps up a good relationship for when you come back.

“Besides, who cares about them? You’ll have to shake their hands once at the reception when you’re making your rounds and then it’s over. Don’t let a handful of idiots ruin the best day of your life.”

(Y/n) nods, gently wiping at her eyes, then crawls until she’s in front of the mirror.

“Well, at least we know the waterproof makeup works.”

Blake just smiles.

—

When Ryan first sees (Y/n) he has to pinch his thigh to keep himself from outright sobbing.

“Hey, no! No, no, no, you’re not allowed to cry, because if you cry, I cry, and if I cry, I’ll trip on my dress. These heels are tall, keep yourself together for both our sakes.”

It’s hard, it’s very hard, that’s his little girl, his sweet little daffodil, and she’s gonna sail off into the sunset with the love of her life.

“Alright, let’s do this shit. Try not to fall.”

He’s glad to see that Tom starts crying the second he sees her, so really it isn’t emotional weakness as much as it is the (Y/n) In A Wedding Dress Effect™.

(Y/n) manages to stay composed the whole walk, although her eyes are shining quite a lot.

“Thomas, if you hurt her, I will do something so unspeakably cruel to you that Satan himself will shudder.”

Tom looks at him with a face full of betrayal.

“What if she hurts me?”

“Oh, she most certainly will, you’re much more emotionally fragile than she is. That’s why I know that if you hurt her, it’ll be over something big, and therefore I’m legally allowed to fuck you up.”

(Y/n) kisses his cheek happily.

“Thank you, Daddy, the shovel talk was long overdue.”

It was actually part two of the shovel talk: wedding edition, but she doesn’t need to know that.

—

Taylor reaches into her purse and passes Harry a tissue, eyes still focused on the happy couple in the front.

This is it, right here.

The way (Y/n)’s looking at Tom like he’s the second coming of Christ. Tom rubbing his thumbs on her hands cause he just can’t stop touching her. The way they keep tapping each other three times, an endless loop of I love you I love you I love you.

This is what she’s been trying so hard to describe her whole life.

It gets her a little emotional…to remember the little girl who used to gape at her, and who’s now a badass independent woman marrying the person of her dreams.

It’s a lot.

And if she feels like she’s one strong gust of wind away from an emotional breakdown, she can’t even imagine how Blake and Ryan are faring.

“I understand that you’ve written your own vows. Tom, if you’d like to go first…”

He nods and clears his throat, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before grabbing (Y/n)’s again.

“Do you remember the night we met? When you were crying over a movie and I took you to Burger King to cheer you up?”

She rolls her eyes and Taylor can relate, honestly. The whole world knows that story at this point.

“Vividly.”

He smiles so softly that Taylor’s itching to pull out her notebook and start writing.

“I’ve never told you how I fell in love with you. I always told myself I’d tell you the story in our wedding vows, so here it is. From the moment we left the afterparty, you kept ranting about the movie, about how it’s gonna end, about your theories… And I loved listening to them. There was one moment though, where you just took a huge bite out of your cheeseburger, while mid-rant… and on everyone else, that would’ve looked disgusting, but your eyes were shining so bright, and you were giving me your full attention and that…that was when I knew I loved you. And I would keep loving you for the rest of my life, 'cause there’s no one else in the world who could pull me in as completely as you do, even though there was ketchup dripping down your chin.”

(Y/n) blinks back tears, eyes wide.

“Oh, you fucker.”

That’s love, Taylor’s sure of it.

—

Now, to be perfectly honest, Harrison thinks those vows were shit.

Seriously?

You looked disgusting but I still thought you were hot?

That’s his big wedding speech?

As the good Best Man he is, he’s considering smacking Tom upside the head and making him start over.

He’s not expecting (Y/n) to like it to the point of tears, though.

Like, I’m sorry, but what the fuck?

He’s lucky he’s an actor cause no ordinary person would’ve been able to keep the confusion out of their face, and you don’t want a hoard of confused people on your wedding pictures.

(Y/n)’s turn now, and hopefully, she’ll do better.

“I promise that your ability to cook, clean, and remind me to eat only make up sixty per cent of why I’m marrying you.”

Harrison has to fight back the urge to sigh and facepalm.

“I wasn’t planning on liking you, let alone falling as deeply in love with you as I did. My plan was to hate you, make all my fans hate you, and do it fast enough that Marvel would have no choice but to replace you with Andrew again.”

From the audience, Andrew laughs.

“But unfortunately for me, you’re not easy to hate, and let me tell you, I tried really hard. You slithered your way into my heart like a particularly stubborn snake and I had no choice but to let you carve out your home within me and prepare myself for the inevitable heartbreak.

“That still hasn’t happened. For some reason, you’ve chosen to ignore the fact that I’m a barely-functioning sarcastic bitch whose favourite way of showing love is through insults and slaps on the ass.

“I don’t know why you chose me, and I expect I’ll be thanking every deity out there for the rest of eternity for putting you in my life, but I know that I couldn’t have chosen a better partner if I had tried.”

She pauses, and Harrison thinks that maybe, just maybe, at least one of them will have said nice vows.

“Also there’s no way I’m gonna live in a world where I can’t bite your ass on the daily, so you better say I do or I’ll end you.”

And he spoke too soon.

Tom still reaches behind him to grab the tissues Harrison was told to bring. Maybe his best friend was dropped on the head as a child, so now everything makes him emotional.

—

Nikki keeps her eyes firmly on her son and daughter-in-law as they flit around the room greeting their guests. She and Blake have made it into a game of sorts.

Every time (Y/n) wipes her hands on her dress after shaking hands with a Suit, Tom pulls her back by the waist, or the happy couple are asked to kiss, they take a sip of the very expensive and very tasty red wine provided for them.

The sound of clinking glasses feels the air once again and Blake tilts her glass.

“Bottoms up!”

And that’s one more glass finished. How far along are they now? Five? Six? She looks around at the empty bottles. Maybe a little bit more.

“Oh, my God, I’m so glad it’s over if I had to deal with another second of that, this wedding would have turned into a remake of Saw!”

(Y/n) slumps down heavily onto the chair, toeing off her heels until she can bring her knees to her chest and lean on the backrest.

“Why did we have to have a wedding? We should’ve just eloped. It would just be us, maybe I’d fly us out to Iceland and we could get married in a hot spring, I’m sure the water would do wonders to relax us, no?”

Nikki fills up her glass and hands it to (Y/n), who immediately downs it.

“Look on the bright side, tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a flight to Syros and one step closer to a full month spent only with your husband and the inordinate amount of cats on that island.”

Nikki’s been there. It’s amazing. They should plan a family holiday there.

“I agree.”

Oh, she’s talking out loud now.

“Yes, you are. But Nikki!”

(Y/n)’s eyes brighten, and she feels her arm get grabbed and pulled towards her brand new daughter-in-law.

“You said husband. I have a husband, I’m married!”

Yes, if someone had to marry her sweet little boy, she’s glad it was someone like (Y/n).

—

“And now, please gather around to watch Mr and Mrs Holland have their first dance as a married couple.”

While they get into place, Harry shares a look with his own husband, sitting primly at the piano, staring back at him.

When (Y/n) and Tom first came to them, shily asking them to sing If I Could Fly as their wedding song, Harry burst into tears. He just loves love, and to be a part of something as monumental as a first dance-

He really should have said no cause Louis just started playing and Harry’s already having a hard time holding back tears.

But the way Tom and (Y/n) stare at each other- that’s how he stares at Louis. And it’s the look he sees reflected back in his husband’s eyes every second of the day.

Love is just such a beautiful thing.

For your eyes only I’ll show you my heartFor when you’re lonely and forget who you areI’m missing half of me when we’re apartNow you know me, for your eyes only

He feels privileged to even be in the same room as them. It’s no secret that (Y/n)’s fiercely private. She loves, deeply and wholeheartedly, but not for others to see. She loves each person in their own special way, pieces of her heart are cut, shaped, and fitted to fit her feelings for everyone around her. But her love for Tom as it’s shown today is a sight to behold.

It’s the sun after long dreary weeks. It’s the first flower bloom after months of cold, harsh weather. It’s seeing the stars out in the countryside after a life spent in the city.

It’s fragile. It’s new. It’s special. It’s lovely.

Harry loves love, but he thinks that right now, he may love their love the most.

—

Georgia takes yet another sip of the very expensive but very tasty champagne offered.

To be honest, she didn’t want to come. Weddings are boring, if not for the open bar, and knowing that she isn’t really welcomed here isn’t making her feel particularly better. I mean, she’s met (Y/n) all of once and they mostly trash-talked the Kardashians, she can’t have made an important enough impression to be an esteemed guest.

But, the Lighthavens are an important family in the film industry, earning them an invite to the most awaited event of the year, and it would look bad if someone didn’t show up to represent them.

Still, being twenty-seven and single, there are many things she’d rather do than sit by the open bar getting smothered by other couples’ happiness while she wallows in her own misery.

“Whiskey sour, please.”

He turns towards her.

“And refill the kind lady’s glass.”

Oh, goodie.

She barely spares him a glance, eyes still focused on (Y/n), flitting around the room.

“Enjoying the wedding?”

She shrugs.

“It’s entertaining.”

He puts a hand on his heart in fake offence.

“Ouch. As the Best Man, it’s my job to ensure everyone’s having the time of their lives, so tell me, what can I do to make this night more enjoyable for you?”

She turns towards him, taking in the ruffled blonde hair, white shirt sleeves folded up to his forearms, vest and tie discarded somewhere.

“Actually, your job is to stop any upcoming crisis so the groom doesn’t get blamed and inevitably murdered by his newly-aquired wife.”

She steals the whiskey from his hand and starts drinking it. He blinks dazedly but dutifully orders another.

“Your unhappiness could quickly become a crisis, though. As much as she hates to admit it, (Y/n) doesn’t like it when people are miserable, especially when she’s having so much fun.”

She sighs.

“Do you know who I am?”

Panic shoots through Harrison’s eyes. It’s fleeting, and it’s subtle, but it’s real.

“Am I supposed to?”

Interesting.

“You’re telling the truth.”

He shrugs.

“(Y/n)’s motivated me to be more honest, although I can’t quite see the benefits she’s always raved about as of yet.”

She smirks into her glass.

“You genuinely have no idea who I am.”

A single mention of him from her lips and his acting career would shoot through the roof.

“I’m sorry. Although from how happy you look, maybe I’m not?”

“What’s it gonna be?”

He’s saved by the bell.

“All the unmarried people out on the floor I wanna see which unlucky bastard will have all grandmas pinching their cheeks and cooing cause they're next.”

A collective groan was heard throughout the crowd.

“If it helps, there’s a hundred-dollar bill in the bouquet that you can keep.”

That got people moving.

Harrison takes a look at her ring finger.

“Not gonna join?”

“If you out me as single, I’ll end you, there’s no way I’m doing this.”

He shrugs.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve broken whatever fight will undoubtedly come from this bouquet tossing.”

He stands on the sideline, ready to stop things from escalating.

The bouquet lands in his hands.

(Y/n) squeals.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Even with my back turned my aim is impeccable.”

Tom pushes him forward when Harrison’s reluctant to move and whispers something in his ear.

Georgia doesn’t break eye contact while he walks towards her and takes a lavender rose out of the bouquet.

“Here. It matches your dress.”

Alright so maybe weddings aren’t that bad.

—

It’s a testament to his patience that Tom waited until the hotel door is closed before pressing (Y/n) up against the wall and getting started on his Wedding Night Ravishing.

“Fuck, I can’t believe we actually pulled it off.”

She mumbles through their kisses and to be fair, he kind of can’t either.

“I swear to God- we got him the perfect fucking girl- if he doesn’t invite Georgia on a date- fuck, baby- I’ll kill him myself.”

He starts trailing kisses down her neck, slowly unzipping her wedding dress.

It’s pretty, and it’s special, and it has pockets, he’s not gonna rip it, thank you very much, he wants to have ‘just got married’ sex tonight.

“Georgia’s a tough one to get to, you said it yourself. He’ll have to work for it.”

She pulls his hair harshly until they’re eye to eye and he moans. His pupils are probably about as blown as hers right about now.

“You had to work for me.”

He licks his lips and her eyes trail on the movement, mouth falling open unconsciously.

“And what a good fucking decision that was.”

And if there’s one thing that never fails to get her going, it’s that.

“How loud do you think you can make me scream before the other residents complain?”

Challenge fucking accepted.

—

(Y/n) lowers her sunglasses a tad, wanting to take in her husband in all his blazing glory, no filter in between them.

Whoever invented honeymoons was a fucking saint. One month of a near-constantly naked Tom more than eager to fuck her into the nearest solid surface made for a very happy (Y/n).

Currently, she’s sunbathing on a pool chair with a mimosa while Tom is swimming laps in the pool. Or was. Now he’s getting out and the water’s trailing down every single inch of him and suddenly she’s not as thirsty for champagne and orange juice-

“Princess, are you listening?”

Her eyes flit back up to his face.

“Don’t ask me the colour of anything, this isn’t fair, you’re distracting.”

He chuckles and climbs over her, tasting the mimosas right out of her mouth.

“I’m distracting? You’re distracting! Do you know how hard it was to swim my usual laps while you’re just laying here, happy and calm and naked and mine?”

She grins smugly.

“I can feel how hard it was, yeah. I’d ask if you’re up for it, but I kind of already got that answer, so you should just hurry and get it in.”

For a few more glorious seconds, she gets lost in the kiss and in his hands moving along her body, getting so close, so close-

“No, but actually I did get out of the pool for a reason.”

In the back of her mind, she remembers Harry in that one concert saying this is called edging after stopping Kiwi for the millionth time, and the way Tom grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, smiling in interest.

If she weren’t such a good person, she would have kicked him in the balls for that.

Unfortunately, she needs those, so.

“Haz got a date with Georgia.”

Her jaw drops open and she slaps his arm happily.

“What the fuck, are you serious? Tom! This means it worked! We got them together! We’re the best fucking matchmakers in the world!”

Tom chuckles and flips them over until she’s straddling him, running his hands from her knees to her waist, where they dig in just a little.

Great idea, if you ask her.

“Calm down, darling, it’s just one date.”

She hums.

“That’s what I said about you, and now look at where we are. We’re married and on our honeymoon.”

His eyes all but sparkle at that.

“We are. We’re married. I’m your husband, and you’re my wife, and we’re married.”

She leans down, can’t stop herself from snogging his face off when he looks so sweet and happy at the prospect of spending eternity by her side.

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, right?”

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, princess.”

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ias2xoo · 1 year

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☞𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; will schofield

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; angst, war trauma, ptsd, arguments, smut included

..••°°°°••..

“ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ

ⁿᵉᵃʳᵉʳ ᵒʳ ᶠᵃʳ

ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵈᵉᵃʳ

ʷʰᵉʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ,”

The soft summer breeze sifted around your bare legs as you sat in your backyard. It was the beginning of April and you could already see the summer pink blossoms on the trees. Thus marking today the perfect day to have a barbecue. You & Will’s friends; Amy and Booker - whom he had met in the war - to spend the day with you.

“Oh, look at those clouds.” Booker exclaimed, hand equipped with a charred spatula flicking up towards those sky.

“Yes, they always look so beautiful this time of year.” Amy calmly noted as she sat in the lawn chair next to yours with a glass of lemonade in hand, handing you one as well.

“You tend to find yourself looking up a lot,” Booker murmured, eyes wandering a bit. A habit you often found your own William doing. A mindless habit, one you probably would never notice if you weren’t aware of what the two young men had been through. Booker never seemed to finish his sentence as Will walked out the house with a case of beers.

You stared at your fiancé’s back as he set the case on the table which also held various buns, condiments and drink for your little get together. It had been your idea at first, enlisting your neighbor and long time friend Amy who then convinced her husband for the barbecue. You had known Amy for years, originally growing up together then being there for each other as you both watched those you loved walk in to battle, some never returning.

But Will did, and you couldn’t wish for anything else. Every day spent waiting in the living room for that knock at the door, every night staying awake with the thought of his face - it eventually turning blurred and scarred behind your eyelids.

Yet even when he had came back, you felt some part you loved of him had been left and not to be returned. Forever lost on that battlefield with the remains of the war and other lost soldiers never to return to their families. And you hated to say it but you missed it. You missed when he would happily kiss your forehead, not grimace at the sight of your eye contact. You missed him yet there he stood.

Which is what he had done often since he had returned. He stood with a odd sense of uncertainty, that of a ex-soldier that was waiting to be ordered to return to the battlefield. His back - that he rarely let you caress anymore - seemed to shake with tension. You lowered your eyes as your heart ached, mind trailing back to the multiple arguments you both had had on the subject of his return. Where you would scream for him to just look at you again, with that look he once held of you. That look that held so much love and not sadness. Where he would just stare at you before leaving the house, not returning for hours. Your heart yearned for a man that had been lost amidst bullet showers and smoky fire.

As the soft jazz continued, suddenly Amy jumped up in excitement. The unexpected noise from the chair snapping shut undoubtedly causing the rigid tremor in Will’s throat. “Oh, I adore this song!” She sang, putting her finished cup on the side table.

“Yes, we know dear.”

“Mm, dance with me, Book.” She muttered as she kicked off her peach heels. You smiled at the image of your friends.

“Darling, I’ve gotta tend to the food.” He sang in the same tune. He seemed he didn’t mean his words though as Amy’s hand would later replace the spatula. They would enter a rehearsed routine to the jazz number. Their bodies seemed to melt into tune with each other as if they were made for one and other. You stood from the chair softly, smile still tight as you silently cheered on your friends.

In an effort to show your admiration to your fiancé, you turned to where he had just stood yet the yard was barren. This instantly took the smile from your face replacing it with worry. Had he gone again? Not to be seen for hours?

Leaving the jazz and laughter behind, you walked into the eerily silent house. It was empty save for your dog which you had gotten to keep you company all those years. You started with the entryway then the kitchen yet no sign of Will. Finally hearing a soft thump from the floor above you, you began your way upstairs to the bedroom where he awaited.

“William?” You whispered, slowly moving the door open with your fingers.

“Y-yes, I’m here.” He responded from within.

Your feet hesitantly trailed inside, eyes uncertain of what it may see. He sat with his back to you, crouched over attending to something on the floor.

“Are you oka-“

“I just needed a moment, is all.” He quickly shut you off.

Silence befell you both as the soft pangs from the vibrations of the music outside sounded throughout the room. Whenever he was like this you had zero idea how to comfort him. It was like he was a rose, beautiful but hurt to touch. Moments would pass before either of you would speak again.

You stood in place in front of the door as Will rose from the bed, car keys in hand. You starred at his clenched fist as he crossed the room to retrieve his jacket.

“Where are you going?” Seemingly not hearing your question, Will continued stopping in front of you, waiting for you to clear his path.

“Will,”

“I need to go.” He refused to make eye contact with you.

“William, please.”

“Move.” He muttered.

You didn’t speak. You had never seen him like this. His hands clenched tight, arms rigid and unmoving. It scared you for he was almost unrecognizable.

The next moments would go by in a flash. Will would slam the keys on the stand next to you, turning his back to you. You jumped backwards at the speed of his movements. His back seemed to rise and fall abnormally like he was out of breath. He moved across from you, resting his hands on the dresser that stood on the opposite wall.

Despite every bone in your body telling you to leave him, you stayed. You slowly began to move his timid breathing. You now stood behind him, hands hesitantly moving up his back but not touching it out of fear. “Will?” You murmured, finally trailing his muscles. “Baby?”

His back jumped at your touch before slowly relaxing. You felt it vibrate under your fingertips as he seemed to speak. “Hmm?”

It was then he would turn around, eyes slowly trailing up your form to meet with yours. They seemed to scream at you yet he stood perfectly still inches in front of you. Both your bodies pulled towards each other in a almost mindless motion.

Your hands carefully rose up to cup his face bringing towards yours. You both would envelope into a small kiss as if you both were slowly testing a invisible waters within each other. Slowly backing up towards the bed, you both helped the other undress.

Your fingers would make a symphony of his scars as you caressed his chest. He touched you as if you had blossomed into something new, marking words into your flesh to be revised later. You knew he’d come back yet he showed you he had never left. He showed you he had never truly left, that his touch had resided on you, his words traced your being.

He may have been through death itself yet you loved the man who walked out of it. And his touch assured you that you’d find him, wherever he was.

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tomholland congrats mates!

blakelively so so happy for you two!!

vancityreynolds blake's crying for you but anyway, congratulations kids! but keep those photos for yourselves xx

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princessbrunette · 24 days

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playlists for the readers … ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

bunny!reader ♡

just girly fun vibes — she likes her music catchy, pop-y and fairly relatable. rafe never lets her play her music in the car unfortunately, because he cannot be seen speeding down the road blasting the pussy cat dolls.

🎀 cassie — ditto

🎀 kali uchis, steve lacy, vince staples — only girl

🎀 frank ocean — sweet life

🎀 coco & clair — pretty

🎀 sabrina carpenter — feather

🎀 flo milli — never lose me

🎀 cassie — miss your touch

🎀 childish gambino, jhené aiko — pink toes

🎀 flo.rida, wynter — sugar

🎀 kali uchis — honey baby (SPOILED!)

🎀 angels — my boyfriends back

🎀 foxy brown, kelis — candy

🎀 lana del rey — music to watch boys to

🎀 jhené aiko — maniac

🎀 fergie — clumsy

🎀 ciara, 50 cent — can’t leave ‘em alone

🎀 shelley duvall — he needs me

🎀 nancy sinatra — sugar town

🎀 heidi montag — i’ll do it

🎀 nicki minaj, jeremiah — favourite

🎀 kali uchis — melting

🎀 lady gaga — boys boys boys

🎀 cassie — long way 2 go

🎀 the pussycat dolls — when i grow up

🎀 tom tom club — genius of love

🎀 beyoncé — freakum dress

🎀 gwen stefani — bubble pop electric

🎀 marina — primadonna girl

🎀 madonna — material girl

🎀 pussy cat dolls — stickwitu

🎀 leven kali, syd — do u wrong

🎀 kiana ledé — mad at me

kitty!reader ♡

listens to her music to feel cool n edgy. shes one of those people that think she’s a bitch but she’s not at all, just a lil grumpy. wants everyone to know she liked deftones before it was cool.

🐈‍⬛ pixies — is she weird

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — mardy bum

🐈‍⬛ black box recorder — child psychology

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — pretty girls make graves

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — crush

🐈‍⬛ mazzy star — she’s my baby

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — creep

🐈‍⬛ chris isaak — wicked game

🐈‍⬛ limp bizkit — rollin’

🐈‍⬛ the pretty reckless — makes me wanna die

🐈‍⬛ pearly drops — bloom for me

🐈‍⬛ deftones — root

🐈‍⬛ fka twigs — two weeks

🐈‍⬛ deftones — romantic dreams

🐈‍⬛ hole — doll parts

🐈‍⬛ margeaux — hot faced

🐈‍⬛ siouxsie and the banshees — she’s a carnival

🐈‍⬛ kip tyler — she’s my witch

🐈‍⬛ deftones — mascara

🐈‍⬛ soho dolls — bang bang bang bang

🐈‍⬛ enigma — sadeness

🐈‍⬛ DANGERDOOM, MF DOOM — perfect hair

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — idioteque

🐈‍⬛ björk — come to me

🐈‍⬛ the nbhd — fallen star

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — crying lightening

🐈‍⬛ deftones — diamond eyes

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — girl afraid

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — unpunishable

🐈‍⬛ mitski — townie

🐈‍⬛ gorillaz — kids with guns

🐈‍⬛ evanescence — taking over me

deer!reader ♡

she’d say her playlists are all over the place — but it’s organised mess. she has them perfectly collated and in her head they make perfect sense. don’t put her on the aux though, not because the songs aren’t good but because the vibes are all over the place.

🍪 shura — 2shy

🍪 minnie riperton — les fleurs

🍪 april march — chick habit

🍪 benee — kool

🍪 camille saint- saëns — … le cygne

🍪 the little dippers — forever

🍪 allie x, mitski — susie save your love

🍪 she & him — why do you let me stay here?

🍪 lesley gore — i’m coolin’ no foolin’

🍪 sza — prom

🍪 the penguins — earth angel

🍪 SALES — renee

🍪 cleo sol — sunshine

🍪 japanese breakfast — be sweet

🍪 kate bush — cloud busting

🍪 mazzy star — halah

🍪 the mamas & papas — dedicated to the one i love

🍪 scissors sisters — filthy / gorgeous

🍪 fiona apples — shameika

🍪 fleetwood mac — mystified

🍪 margo guryan — under my umbrella

🍪 erykah badu — apple tree

🍪 mort garson — plantasia

🍪 sza — sweet november

🍪 quadron — sea salt

🍪 corinne bailey rae — green aphrodisiac

🍪 sade — lovers rock

🍪 ella fitzgerald — moonlight serenade

🍪 cigarettes after sex — truly

🍪 tv girl — heaven is a bedroom

🍪 the velvet underground — femme fetale

🍪 clairo, coco & clair — racecar

🍪 james blake, rosalía — barefoot in the park

🍪 tame impala — nangs

puppy!reader ♡

never seen without her walkman — loves running around and dancing to her upbeat music. her playlists will remind you of days in the sun and dancing in summer rain.

🐶 her’s — love on the line (call now)

🐶 HAIM — summer girl

🐶 the la’s — there she goes

🐶 stacey q — two of hearts

🐶 faye webster — right side of my neck

🐶 bakar, summer walker — hell n back

🐶 beabadoobee — sunny day

🐶 dominic fike — babydoll

🐶 jungle — back on 74

🐶 pinkpanthress — attracted to you

🐶 duran duran — girls on film

🐶 shuggie otis — strawberry letter 23

🐶 sixpence none the richer — kiss me

🐶 matilda mann — bloom

🐶 HAIM — falling

🐶 311 — amber

🐶 earth, wind & fire — boogie wonderland

🐶 lorde — ribs

🐶 lesley gore — sunshine lollipops and rainbows

🐶 stevie wonder — all i do

🐶 the human league — don’t you want me

🐶 the turtles — happy together

🐶 pet shop boys — west end girls

🐶 clairo — bags

🐶 pat benetar — love is a battlefield

🐶 the psychedelic furs — love my way

�� scouting for girls — she’s so lovely

🐶 noisettes — wild young hearts

🐶 the all eyes i — beat goes on

🐶 tame impala — elephant

🐶 sublime — waiting for my ruca

🐶 mgmt — boogie down

#bunny!reader #kitty!reader #deer!reader #puppy!reader

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awritessomething · 4 months

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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

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dyns33 · 14 days

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Rafiq alruwh

I'm not sure yet if this will be a Bane x reader oneshot or not.

I like it like that, but I could find ideas for part 2. My only problem being that I still need to finish others Tom Hardy's characters story, while wanting to write Feyd Rautha stories.

As much as Y/N listened to these stories over and over again, she couldn't imagine the feeling everyone would describe.

The moment your skin touched your soulmate's skin, and suddenly everything became clear, better. A feeling of joy and the burning need to stay by this person's side forever.

It was a rare phenomenon that scientists could not explain. It was completely impossible to know when this would happen, or if it would happen, because fate seemed cruel. Most people either didn't have soulmates or didn't have the chance to meet them in their lifetime. The world was too big and time too short.

There were still skeptics, who claimed that it was all nonsense, lies, invented by people blinded by love or who wanted to give themselves a certain gender. Only those who ended up meeting the person changed their mind, the others remaining too jealous to accept the truth, considering that it was only a romantic utopia.

Y/N wanted to believe in it. She dreamed of meeting her soulmate and experiencing this special moment.

Her parents were not meant to be together. It was visible.

In her entourage, she had an uncle who had had this experience, a few neighbors, a friend, and all had said the same thing.

What they had in common was that they were all good people. Maybe that was one of the reasons.

“You might have had to choose another type of profession then.”

"Mom…"

“I’m just saying that cop is not the most popular job in the world.”

"And I would say that choosing to be a non-corrupt police officer in Gotham is almost like being a saint."

"You'll end up getting killed, long before you meet your soulmate. I'll never understand why you wanted to be a cop, especially in this town."

There came a day when her mother's fears almost became a reality. The day when terrorists took the entire city hostage with a bomb, preventing everyone from entering and leaving.

It was probably not what she had thought when she talked about dying, but for several months, hidden with her colleagues, Y/N thought about her soulmate, trying to imagine this meeting that would probably never happen.

Staying mainly with Blake and Gordon, she tried to hide her pain, but it did not escape Miranda Tate, who took her hand with a gentle smile and asked what was tormenting her.

“We’re going to die here.” Y/N whispered. "I mean, I'm not afraid of that, that's the risk of the job. But… I didn't think it would be like this now. I wish I had met my soulmate before."

"Your rafiq alruwh. I didn't think many people cared about it here."

"My what ?"

"That's how my father called soulmates. I grew up with a lot of stories about it, because he and my mother were related. I prayed a lot to be that for one of my friends, but no. Our destinies are linked, but not like that.”

"Sorry."

"Even if I would have liked him to be mine, I wish him happiness and that he meets his other half one day. A being worthy of him, of his love and his protection. He deserves to be happy. You too, you seem kind. Maybe you shouldn't have been here."

Her words were strange, but Y/N didn’t tell the others. It wouldn't have changed anything anyway. Even though she had discovered that Miranda Tate had the detonator, that she was the real leader of the terrorists, the streets remained controlled by the militias.

As always, they were saved by the Batman. She had never really known what to think of the vigilante, protected by Gordon and hated by everyone else. He clearly wanted to help Gotham, but his methods remained illegal, and not necessarily effective in the long term.

His death was a tragedy, but not necessarily the end of a symbol. Hope was still there, even stronger, and the Gotham police were determined to ensure everyone's safety.

Y/N felt this determination too.

Still, she froze as she inspected the sewers with Blake and Ramirez. They too had a moment of hesitation, as their lamps illuminated a body. A huge body, sitting against the wall, face hidden by this frightening mask.

There had been a search for Bane and his men after the explosion. Witnesses said the Batman fought him, and won, but they found nothing.

Obviously, the terrorist had managed to drag himself here to die.

"What do we do ?" Ramirez asked shyly. “Should we put a bullet in his head ?”

"What ? Why do you want to do this ?"

"To make sure he's dead. I've seen a lot of movies, man, I know the mistakes to avoid."

She didn't approve of the speech, but Y/N agreed, it was necessary to check it out.

Feeling almost stupid, she moved forward slowly, her hand reaching towards Bane to see if he felt a pulse.

She didn't expect the large hand that quickly grabbed her neck before she could touch him.

Fear paralyzed her body, and yet there was something else. An indescribable, incredible feeling, which resembled happiness but more intense, which was absurd in this situation.

Y/N felt so lost that she didn't realize the hand was relaxing, just resting against her skin instead of squeezing and snapping her neck like it easily could have done.

"Habibi…" was the word spoken with difficulty by Bane, who stared at her with an indecipherable expression.

“Let her go right now, you bastard !”

Maybe he was as confused as her, or maybe he was too weak, but the terrorist didn't avoid Ramirez's punch, while Blake grabbed Y/N to pull her as far away as possible.

She stood still, not understanding what was happening, as Ramirez called for reinforcements, proud of having been able to knock out the giant, even though he knew as well as anyone that he would have had no chance. if his mask hadn't been damaged and he wasn't half dead. It was not possible.

Bane couldn't be her soulmate, Y/N refused to believe it. A man like him had no soul, not after everything he had done, and above all why would he be destined for her ? She didn't feel like she had committed a crime that deserved such punishment.

She was probably never going to see him again anyway.

If he survived to Blackgate, he would be locked there forever. Even if she had permission, she had no intention of visiting him.

But the feeling remained there, strong, impossible to ignore, demanding more. An incomprehensible need to be close to the one who had touched her, so that he would touch her again.

Y/N resisted. She gave her report to Commissioner Gordon, forgetting a few small details, and indicating that she did not wish to follow this case, leaving Bane's case to better agents than her.

This seemed to surprise him, as he considered her one of his best people, but he accepted.

However, it was impossible not to think of her soulmate, since the whole town was only talking about him and his arrest. The television was on loop every day, and her colleagues thought they were doing the right thing by keeping her informed of progress.

"They say his face is horrible. I think there are photos in the file."

"I'd love to see that ! I can't imagine that fucker at all without his weird mask. Do you think he has a normal voice without that thing ?"

“I can go get it so we check.”

Ramirez's gaze met hers as he stood, and without her needing to speak, he knew it was best for him to sit back down and change the subject.

Y/N didn’t see the photos. She absolutely didn't want to.

After several weeks, she asked to take a vacation, claiming to still be traumatized by what had happened to her, in addition to the near destruction of Gotham. She needed some time to rest.

Turning off all the screens and her phone, she tried meditation to clear her mind, so she could get some sleep and forget that her soulmate was a crazy, half-dead terrorist who would soon be judged.

This miserable attempt being a failure, she turned her phone back on shortly after midnight, only to be bombarded with calls and messages, coming from several colleagues, Blake, and Gordon.

"What is happening ?" she asked, calling the Commissioner back.

"Damn, I almost sent men to check on you, you weren't responding ! Where are you ? Are you okay ?"

“I’m at home, why ?”

"Don't panic. Blake will come get you."

“Gordon, what’s going on ?”

"He hasn't said anything since his arrest, keeping very quiet, and then yesterday Bane spoke. He asked to see you, giving your name. The other agents are categorical, it's impossible that he knows ot, no one told him. The agent simply replied that you were not on the investigation, and even on vacation… Damn, he…"

“Gordon, what ?”

"He escaped, Y/N. We don't know how. No one knows where he is, or what he's going to do. But since he talked about you, I don't want to take any risks. Don't move, John will come right away."

She could have told him that she knew very well why Bane had spoken about her, and that it was undoubtedly necessary for her to leave without delay, but fear held her back.

Even if it wasn't her fault, what would the commissioner think when he learned of her connection to the fugitive ? He was a good man, but all men had their limits, and she would be the first to be wary of someone designated as Bane's soulmate.

After hanging up, she jumped out of bed to grab her gun and shoes, ready to wait for Blake to arrive in her living room.

Y/N froze in the middle of the hallway, seeing the huge figure standing between her and the front door.

His face was covered by a scarf, his posture a little less proud than in the videos she had seen of him during his city hostage situation, he appeared to be in pain, but it was obvious that if she tried to pass, he would retain her without the slightest difficulty.

“Habibi.” he whispered, and indeed his voice was different without his mask, more human. "What a joy to see you again. More beautiful than I remember or on pictures. Will you come with us without resistance ? I don't want to hurt you."

"Hands in the air." she replied, pointing her gun at him, ignoring the urge to hug him. “Don’t move, my colleagues are coming.”

"I admire your sense of duty and honor, Habibi. But I will not return to prison, ever again. And I will not leave you either. I thought of you every day. Is your neck healed ? I need to repair my wrongs to you.”

“I said, put your hands in the air.”

“So you leave us no choice, Habibi.” he sighed, looking behind her.

We. He said we, and someone gave him her name. Y/N reacted too late, one man grabbing her gun, and the other not holding her shoulder, injecting something into her neck with a syringe.

In an instant, she found herself on the ground, her vision blurring, but her body not panicking, as it was invaded by an incredible sensation. Bane had reached out to hug her, his eyes smiling as he ran a hand over her cheek.

"It's okay. I'm taking you home, rafiq alruwh."

All her life, Y/N had waited for this moment, this feeling, this sentence. She told herself that the stories we said to children were really stupid, as her eyes closed.

#the dark knight rises #bane #bane tdkr #bane x reader #bane fanfiction #bane imagine

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gothicgender · 3 months

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Salutations, welcome to my blog. I'm Blake but you can call me blaky or Liu aswell, however you prefer ! To say something about me I use they/them or neutral pronouns and want to become a writer. I may have bad grammar because I'm not english.

Requests - open

Request rules :

I will write for my fandoms because I'm more used to them.

The fandoms I'll write for are Hazbin Hotel, creepypasta, monster high, harry potter and maybe teen titans.

I am comfortable writing fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic and other stuff requested...tho I won't write smut that is too freaky or with weird kinks that I'm no comfortable with.

I can write fem, male and gender-neutral reader.

I can write headcanons or small fics about ships I also like because find it more easy then to write a ship I don't see happening or that I personally don't like.

I wouldn't like to be rushed with requests because it can be really stressful !

Do not be afraid to request and be specific with it !

Characters I will write for !

Hazbin hotel :

Chalie

Vaggie

Alastor

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Cherry Bomb

Rosie

The overlords (expect Valentino)

Lucifer

Lute

Adam (probably)

Mimzy (probably)

Katie Killjoy

Tom Trench

Ships I accept :

Charlie x Vaggie

Husk x Angel Dust

Valentino x Velvette x Vox (I believe they are poly)

Sir Pentious x Cherri Bomb

Carmila and Zestrial

Creepypasta :

Jeff the killer

Ben Drowned

Homicidal Liu

Bloody Painter

Ticci-Toby (probably)

Jason the toymaker

Candy Pop

Eyeless Jack

Hobo Heart

The puppeteer (maybe)

Kagekao

Laughing Jack

Nathan the nobody

Jane the Killer

Nina the killer (both versions)

Rogue

Kate the chaser

Nurse Ann

Suicide Sadie

Judge Angels

Clockwork

Zero

Lulu

Laughing Jill

Nemesis

Ships I accept :

Jane the killer x Mary (her canon wife)

Kagekao x Suicide Sadie

Bloody Painter x Judge Angels

Nurse Ann x Dr. Smiley

(other you can suggest)

Monster high (gen 1 or 2) :

Clawdeen Wolf

Draculaura Vike

Frankie Stein

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Ghoulia Yelps

Abby Bominable

Jinafire Long

Iris Clops

Operetta

Robecca Steam

Rochelle Goyle

Scarah Screams

Skelita Calaveras

Spectra Vondergeist

Toralei Stripe

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Twyla Boogeyman

Venus McFlytrap

Marisol Coxi

C.A. Cupid

Casta Fierce

Elissabat

Clawdia Wolf

Viperine Gorgon

Deuce Gorgon

Clawd Wolf

Heath Burns

Holt Hyde

Invisi Billie

Jackson Jekyll

Neighthan Rot

Garrot du Roque

Kieran Valentine

Manny Taur

Ships I accept :

Clawdeen x Draculaura

Clawd x Draculaura

Cleo x Deuce

Abby x Heath

Ghoulia x Sloman

Frankie x Jackson

Spectra x Porter

Rochelle x Garrot

Scarah x Billie

Iris x Manny

Harry Potter :

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Lavender Brown

Parvati Patil

dean Thomas

Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley

Lee Jordan

Angelina Johnson

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Tom Riddle

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greenglass

Millicent Bulstrode

Cho Chang

Padma Patil

Luna lovegood

Marietta Edgecombe

Penelope Clearwater

Michael Corner

Hannah Abbott

Susan Bones

Cedric Diggory

Ships I accept :

Harry x Ginny

Ron x Hermione

Neville x Hannah

Luna x Rolf

George x Angelina

Teen Titans :

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Starfire

Raven

Beast Boy

Cyborg

Bumblebee

Blackfire

Terra

Madame Rogue

Chesire

Punk Rocket

Ships I accept :

Robin x Starfire

Raven x Beast Boy

Jinx x Kid Flash

This is all so far ! Thank you for visiting my page.

#hazbin hotel #creepypasta #harry potter #monster high #teen titans #writing

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theodoresgirl · 8 months

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Welcome to my Master List Link 2 Pinned/Intro

What I Write - GirlxGuy sfw/NSFW

What I will try to Write for you - GuyxGuy sfw/NSFW GirlxGirl sfw

What i can't write - GirlxGirl NSFW

I tend to write from a female or gender neutral POV unless its stated otherwise. Below is a list and links to my already written story's, and below that is lists and or ideas of who I write for.

Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

Secret Romance - Sleepy!Eugene x F!Reader Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Moon Light - Eugene x Fem!Reader Part 2 , Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Bucky Barnes

Love Triangle - You and Bucky have a 6 year old daughter, But your love didn’t really work out on both ends.

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Tavern Waitress - Killian Jones x Fem!Tavern worker!Reader / Killian and his crew come into your fathers tavern.

Lady Edith - Killian Jones x Snows!Daughter!Reader + 3 year old daughter

Odd Cat - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian meets the Cheshire cat and he's completely in love with her strange personality and creepy appearance.

Just Shut Up - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian and Cheshire meet again in story-broke after kitty falls into a body of water.

Theodore Nott

Burn - Theodore Nott x Female!Reader Hamiliton au 🙏🏻 / Reader finds out about Theodores affair he made public.

WIP’s

Tangled

Flynn Rider/Eugene Fitzherbert Rapunzel Mother Gothel

The Little Mermaid

Ariel Eric ( 1989 & Live Action ) Possibly Ariel's Sisters

Frozen

Anna Elsa Kristoff Hans

Beauty and The Beast

Belle Beast Gaston

Once Upon a Time

Killian Jones

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Golden Trio era

Draco Malfoy Ron Weasley Fred & George Weasley Hermione Granger

*FAN CASTS* Matheo Riddle Theodore Nott

The Marauders era

Regulus Black

Marvel

Bucky Barnes Steve Rogers Natasha Romanoff Peter Parker/Tom Tony Stark Loki Laufeyson Thor Odinson

Scooby Doo

Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones Velma Dinkley Daphne Blake

Twilight

Jacob Black

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore Bonnie Bennett Jeremy Gilbert

NCIS

Jethero Gibbs

Law & Order: SVU

Elliot Stabler Dominick Carisi Rafael Barba Nick Amaro Odafin Tutuola

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Aaron Hotchner

My Hero Academia

Dabi Katsuki Bakugou

Dividers, repost divider By saradika

Word Dividers by CafeKitsune

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georgiesgirl1223 · 7 months

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Sangria

Tom Hiddleston x named female reader

This little bit was inspired by Blake Shelton's song Sangria

Warnings: NSFW, drinking, unprotected sex, slight nipple play

Word Count: 2630 after lyrics

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You’re crashing into me like waves on the coast Every time we talk, you move in close I don’t want you stop, I don’t want you to stop tonight We’ve got the last two glasses on a straw hook bar Trying to remember what number we are String of white lights making your eyes shine tonight We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Recking ball dancing down the hallway You’re holding your shoes, wearing my shades We fall against the door, we fall into a wild warm kiss We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around

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Becky walked along the shoreline of the deserted beach, her toes sinking into the soft pink sand as the warm ocean water lapped at her feet. It was her first solo trip since her boyfriend had broken things off with her and she figured the calming beaches of Barbados would be the perfect retreat. Glancing out into the open ocean a cool, fragrant breeze swept across her face, blowing her soft auburn locks in the wind. Her short white lace bohemian inspired dress billowed in the air as the wind swept it up caressing her sun kissed skin. The sun was beginning to set low into the sky as if it were melting into the water, casting a deep pink glow across the sky.

Digging her toes into the cool sand, Becky watched as the orange glow of the setting sun danced ripples across the waves of the ocean. Taking a deep breath in, she let it out, blowing all of the negativity out of her body as another breeze caressed her face. In that moment she finally felt free. Free of the heartbreak, free from the sadness that had consumed her and now she wanted nothing more than to celebrate her new-found freedom. Turning and continuing on her trek, Becky made her way back to her beachside hotel, more specifically the small tiki bar that shared a wall with her hotel. Her feet sank into the wet sand, the grains squishing in-between her tanned, manicured toes as the hotel sign came into view, the red no-vacancy sign buzzing brightly against the dark sky of the setting sun. Opening the door to the beach themed bar a wave of cold artificial air assaulted her face as she breezed in, making her way to the bar. The pink sand carried on into the bar, working as the floor, her feet sinking into it as she stumbled to the straw hut bar. Glancing around the small local bar she noticed only a few occupants, couples mostly judging by the way they sat so close together. Her eyes then followed the length of the bar as she noticed a familiar face sitting just a couple stools down from her. He was dressed in a pair of tight-fitting coral colored shorts, a white loosely buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off his muscular forearms, a set of aviator sunglasses tucked into his shirt, and a pair of brown leather flipflops. Becky tried to control the fangirl that screamed inside her as she gave him a shy smile, biting her lower lip when she noticed he was staring back at her. Tossing her brown strappy sandals on the ground next to her, she hopped onto one of the backless, straw covered stools.

The heavy-set man, dressed in pineapple patterned pink board shorts and a powder blue tank top, from behind the bar stepped over to her. “What can I get you sweetie” he asked her in a gruff voice.

Becky nervously glanced through the menu, not even reading it as she looked around at the other patrons. “Umm… Sangria please.”

The bartender quickly returned with her beverage, a large goblet of the deep burgundy fruity wine, thin slices of oranges, lemons, and limes decorated the drink. Becky slowly sipped on her drink as she anxiously surveyed the room. It had been so long since she was out on her own and there was a part of her that was uncomfortable with the whole idea. Fidgeting with the thin spaghetti straps of her dress, she couldn’t help but steal longing glances at the man perched at the end of the bar. Replacing her half empty glass on the bar, Becky caressed the stemware, the water beads forming on the glass moistening her fingers. Her body absentmindedly swayed to the seductive island music playing in the background, her shoulders rhythmically moving, her head cocked to the left as she stared blankly at the wineglass on the straw hut bar.

Moments later she couldn’t help but feel eyes on her, the man’s fiery stare set her skin aflame with desire. Her heart began to race, threatening to pound out of her chest as she noticed from the corner of her eye as the man stood and stalked towards her. The closer the man got with every step the more butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach, her pulse rapid as her body began to involuntarily quiver in anticipation, in the hope that he was walking towards her. Stopping just a few feet shy of where she sat, Becky glanced over her shoulder as the man gestured to the bar stool next to her.

“My I?” The man asked, his British accent thick and seductive as he spoke making Becky tremble inside.

“Please” she signaled with a soft smile, her cherry red lips curling up.

“I’m Tom.” The man introduced himself as he hopped onto the stool, holding out his hand to her.

“Becky.” She replied grasping his hand, expecting a simple handshake. Electricity pulsed through them as their palms touched, Tom taking her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss over her knuckles. A shiver ran down her spine and settled in her core the moment his lips connected with her bare skin.

“It’s a pleasure, Becky” Tom said, glancing up into her hazel eyes from over her hand, his blue-green eyes sparkling back at her from under the dim light of the bar.

As they continued their idol chit-chat the bartender approached the duo as Tom ordered two more glasses of sangria.

Hours seemed to fly by as they sipped on their fruity drinks, sharing everything from embarrassing stories from their childhood to talking about their present-day lives, Becky even told him the real reason she had decided to take this spontaneous trip. They laughed together, speaking to one another as if they had known each other for years, and from the amount of knowledge each shared it could’ve been possible.

As Tom ordered their fourth glass of sangria Becky was starting to feel a little tipsy, but not so much as she was losing control of her own thoughts. Her shoulder crashed into his like the waves on the beach as she adjusted herself in her seat. Every time they spoke Becky moved in closer to him, delighting in the warmth of his body and the tingle of his breath on her skin as he spoke.

Tom loved how Becky would lean in closer to him, her fragrant smell of grapefruit mixed with the ocean air excited his senses. He didn’t want her to stop, he didn’t want her to stop tonight, he didn’t ever want her to stop.

Soon they were the last two glasses on the straw hut bar as the bartender called last call for the night. Finishing their drinks, they sipped on the fruity wine slowly as they both leaned in closer, Tom noticing the soft sun kissed skin of her neck as it begged him to be kissed. Carefully leaning into her, Tom stole a soft kiss as his lips swept over her shoulder. This wasn’t like him, like either of them. Tom had never picked up a girl at the bar for a one-night stand before, nor has Becky ever had a fling with a man she barely knows. But, for both of them it felt like more, more than just a one-time fling, they both felt a deeper connection that they’d talk about tomorrow. Tonight, it was about giving into their intense passion, their obvious desires for one another, tonight was about sex. Tom’s eyes roamed hungrily over her body, the string lights above the bar making her eyes shine as he locked onto them.

They were both buzzing like the no vacancy sign out front. Becky nervously took his and into hers as she leaned in, Tom capturing her soft lips with his as she hummed against his mouth. Tom relished in the feeling of her mouth on his, how her lips parted allowing his tongue entrance as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues mingled together as he groaned out. There was something magnetic about her, he felt drawn to her from the first moment he first noticed her walk into the bar, and their passionate kiss proved all of his deepest thoughts, that their connection ran deeper than just lust. Letting out a deep guttural growl, his tongue explored her, the taste of sangria still on her lips. Her lips tasted like sangria and he was becoming drunk in love off of them.

Tracing her fingertips up his chiseled chest from over his shirt as she grabbed his sunglasses, putting them on as she struck a cheeky pose just for him. Helping her stand, Becky bent down retrieving her sandals as they walked together into the hotel. Making their way inside their bodies tangled franticly together like a wrecking ball dancing down the hallway. Coming to his door, they fell against it, Tom pinning her between his arms as they fell into a wild, warm kiss, savoring in the lingering taste of sangria on her mouth.

Eagerly he opened the door as they fell inside and stumbled onto the bed, the red no vacancy sign flashing from outside the window, lighting up the dark room. Lifting up her dress, Tom pulled it over her head and tossed it aside as she laid back on his plush four-poster bed in nothing but a white lace thong that seemed to glow against her sun kissed skin. Her body writhed on the mattress in a silent plea to be kissed, to be touched, by him and only him. Standing over her, Tom slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders and onto the floor. Becky bit her lower lip and she hungrily glanced over the British God standing before her with his muscular chest and his well-defined abs. Tom gave her a cheeky grin as he worked on undoing his belt, unzipping his shorts and pulling them down along with his boxers, leaving them to pool on the floor as he stepped out of them. His enormous nine-inch erect cock stood at attention before her as her eyes widened, biting her lower lip as she thought of how full he would make her feel. Becky shuddered as he ghosted his hands lightly up her legs, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and eagerly ripping them down revealing the soft mound of her waxed pussy. Tom groaned out as he took her all in, her beautiful naked body sprawled out on his bed for him, only for him. His head was spinning with thoughts of her, about that moment, about what the future could hold for them. But tonight, all he wanted to do was drink her in like a Spanish wine. He knelt on the bed, crawling towards her like a cat as he stared longingly into her eyes. “You are so gorgeous Becky” he whispered against her lips before they crashed onto hers, their tongues darting in and out as they danced together. Their limbs tangled together as she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hard cock pressing against her inner thigh as she felt him twitch against her. Her hands grazed down his muscular back as her fingertips pressed firmly into her skin, her nails digging into his flesh. Tom’s left hand cradled the back of her head as his fingertips curled into her silky locks, she had to know that this was more than just a one-night stand for him. His right hand explored down the side of her body, his long fingers sprawling out as they danced across her skin. His mouth nipped down her neck, eliciting soft moans from her as her body gyrated beneath him. Finding her breast, Tom roughly kneaded it with his palm, his nimble fingers tweaking her nipple, rolling and tugging as it became a hard, stiff peak.

“Oh Tom” she cried out into the darkness as his warm body enveloped hers.

“Oh God, Becky” he growled out against her neck, the vibration of his voice sending intense shivers down her spine. Just the fact that this man was moaning her name out loud excited her.

Reaching down, Tom lined up his throbbing cock with her warm, wet entrance. Looking up at her, he watched as her eyes grew darker as he slowly slid into her inch by agonizingly slow inch. Her walls stretched around him, gripping him tightly and pulling him in deeper as his own pupils blew out. Becky clung tightly to him as he fully planted himself into her wanton pussy. This was like nothing she had ever felt before as she adjusted to the intrusion.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, concerned that he was hurting her.

“Perfect” she breathed out, ready and wanting more as she bucked against him, needing to feel his friction against her body.

Tom began to pump in and out of her, slowly at first to allow her to get comfortable as she arched her back, her head falling back needing more.

“Look at me Becky” he commanded, Becky glancing up under hooded eyes as they locked with his.

Tom’s thrusts became deeper, more powerful, watching as ecstasy washed over her face with every thrust. She felt so tight that it was all he could to not to cum in that instant, instead he watched her as she came undone beneath his body. Becky cried out his name like a spiritual mantra as she bucked her hips against his with every thrust, feeling him go deeper and deeper as he hit her g-spot every time. Her body began to quiver and tense as Tom edged her closer to her release. Caressing up her side with his right hand, it found hers as she clung to the bedsheets, he intertwined their fingers together, his eyes never parting from hers. Tom felt her walls tighten and contract around his cock pushing him closer and closer to his own orgasm as his cock twitched inside of her.

“I’m going to cum” Becky panted out, squeezing his hand tighter as her bucks became more frantic.

“Me too” Tom breathed out before capturing his lips with hers, the distinct taste of sangria still prominent. Their tongues mingled together as his thrusts began to faulter and become more erratic. Moans and cries were swallowed by their kisses as they came out in panted muffles. High-pitched noises drowned in Becky’s mouth as she came, her juices dripping down Tom’s cock as he gave her two more powerful thrusts before spilling is seed into her, long thick ropes of milky white cum coating her walls. Breaking their embrace, Tom slipped out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her in close to his side. Gripping at her hair, Tom twirled her locks around his long fingers, he cradled her head against his chest as their haggard breaths began to calm. Becky traced circles over his chest as Tom held her in his strong arms, a satisfied smile crossing both their faces.

“I want to be like this for the rest of eternity” Tom told her, his British accent still making her weak in the knees.

“You do?” She asked quizzically, tilting her head up to judge his seriousness.

“I do” he answered caressing her flushed cheek with his fingers. “And I intend on doing just that.” Tom hooked is finger under her chin, tilting her head up further as he kissed her passionately and with purpose as if telling her that he had no intention of ever letting her go.

Leaning back Tom licked his lips. Her lips still tasted like sangria.

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I’m gonna start doing requests for agere fics!! I can write cg! Reader or regressor! Reader! I can even do a ship! Just specify which character is which!

No goes

-nsfw of any kind, agere is not a kink!!

-minor X adult ships!! Only platonic stuff for those things! Like regressor! Eleven and CG! Hopper, nothing icky

-no themes like graphic SH(patching up the reader is okay but no like actual hurting themselves depictions!! That’s really triggering for me! I won’t do any ED ones either as I am a recovering bulimic, reminding the reader to eat is fine, just no depictions of it!!

-incest

-no assault, sexual or otherwise

-no dubcon, once again, no dark themes like corruption!!

-absolutely no kink of any sort! Agere blog!!!

Can dos!

-sensitive themes like nightmares, being kidnapped, punishment

-literally anything not in the no goes, if I don’t respond to your ask, it most likely means I’m either gonna write it or it’s out of my comfort level.

Fandoms

-the black phone

-stranger things

-spree

-ferris buellers day off

-top gun

-marvel

-Star Wars

Characters I’d love to write!!

-Vance hopper, the black phone

-finney Blake, the black phone

-Robin Arellano, the black phone

-Bruce yamada, the black phone

-Steve Harrington, stranger things

-Eddie Munson, stranger things

-Robin Buckley, stranger things

- Nancy wheeler, stranger things

-billy Hargrove, stranger things

-Jonathan Byers, stranger things

-argyle, stranger things

-kurt kunkle, spree

-Ferris Bueller, Ferris buellers day off

-Cameron Frye, Ferris buellers day off

-sloane Peterson, Ferris buellers day off

-Pete ‘maverick’ Mitchell, top gun

-Nick ‘goose’ Bradshaw, top gun

-Tom ‘iceman’ kazansky, top gun

-most marvel characters

-kylo ren, Star Wars

-Han solo, Star Wars

-leia organa, Star Wars

-Luke skywalker, Star Wars

-anakin skywalker, Star Wars

-obi-wan kenobi, Star Wars

-padme amidala, Star Wars

-Finn, Star Wars

-Poe Dameron, Star Wars

-Rey skywalker, Star Wars

-Alex delarge, a clockwork orange

-Jack Daniels or Agent Whiskey, Kingsman:The Last Circle

-Joel Miller, The Last Of Us

-Pedro Pascal in general tbh

Ask box is closed for now!!! Once I finish the queue of requests(if you have requested anything it is getting written!!! I’m in my last month of senior year so that is taking presidence right now but once I’m done I’ll be more than happy to write all these amazing fics!! Thanks for understanding!

#i need more agere fics ngl #agere fics #age regression #age regression fandom stuff #stranger things agere #the black phone agere #Kurt kunkle agere #Ferris buellers day off agere #top gun agere #marvel agere #star wars agere #tlou agere

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(Y/n) Lively-Reynolds Take A Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair

Part 10 of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Tom Holland x Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds takes a lie detector test. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: philosophical questions that might make you question your existence, I suppose

Word Count: 1.7k words

Estimated Reading Time: 8 minutes

A/N: Only the epilogue and bonus chapters left now, not gonna lie, I’m feeling a bit emotional about it :’) Also little cameo from James Aubrey from Bones cause I just love him so much.

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The image opens to (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds sitting in Vanity Fair’s lie detector test room. She’s being hooked up to the machine.

“This isn��t gonna hurt, is it? I’ve never taken a lie detector test before.”

The blonde woman in charge of the polygraph shakes her head.

“You’re gonna be fine.”

As soon as she’s hooked up, a man starts speaking off-screen.

“Is your name (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds?”

She looks at him with a brow quirked.

“Yes.”

She’s leaning forward in her chair, elbows resting on the table.

“Are you twenty-four years old?”

“I am.”

“Are you about to take a polygraph exam?”

She blinks slowly.

“To the best of my knowledge, yes.”

The image cuts to a white screen with bold black lettering on it, spelling out (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds tells the truth.

The image comes back to her, sitting at the table, with the polygraph on the top left corner.

“How are you feeling?”

She leans back in her chair, looking like the very picture of nonchalance.

“Good. Confident that I’ll pass.”

“You shouldn’t have a problem if your answers are truthful.”

She smirks.

“Which is why I’m confident.”

She briefly looks over at the polygrapher, who nods.

“See? I’m telling the truth.”

The screen then shows a manila folder with the word Career stamped on it.

“First of all, let’s talk about your career. Would you say you prefer acting to music?”

She shakes her head.

“No.”

“Is music your true passion, then?”

“I’d say they’re both on the same level.”

The polygraph shows no sign of wavering.

“Did you like your character in Supernatural?”

She smiles, probably remembering her time on the show.

“Yes, very much so.”

“Have you ever regretted taking part in the show?”

She immediately shakes her head.

“No. Never.”

“Have you ever regretted any of the movies or shows you’ve participated in?”

She purses her lips.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

She pauses for a few seconds, measuring her words.

“I think every show was an experience. I learned something from each of them, and I made some good friends. There’s something good to be taken from all of them, and I don’t think I could regret that.”

She looks at the polygrapher, who only nods in a confirmation that she’s telling the truth.

“Which of the characters you played did you identify with the most?”

She widens her eyes a bit, puffing out a breath.

“Helena from Heartbeat, maybe?”

“Which director did you like to work with the most?”

She doesn’t even hesitate at that one.

“Chloé Zhao, definitely.”

“Has Marvel ever contacted you to participate in a movie?”

She shook her head.

“No.”

“What about DC?”

“Also no.”

She licks her lips, smacking them together.

“You’ve said recently that you’re going to take a small break from acting. Do you have any idea how long it’ll last?”

“As long as I deem fit.”

The image cuts to another manilla folder, this time with the word Serendipity stamped on it.

“Your second album, Serendipity, is coming out in three months’ time, so let’s talk about that. First of all, how many songs will your next album have?”

“Thirteen. Same as Stepping Stones.”

Her lip twitches slightly.

“Which one is your favourite?”

She looks down at the table, contemplating the answer.

“It changes pretty frequently, but right now, maybe track five.”

“You’re not gonna give us the name?”

She grins smugly.

“Nope.”

“How soon after finishing Stepping Stones did you start writing it.”

She smiles.

“During, actually. Originally, this was supposed to be all one album, but I later decided to separate it into two.”

She looks pointedly at the camera.

“Which is why you’ve heard so many unreleased songs.”

“Would you say the songs in this album are better?”

She purses her lips.

“Not necessarily better, but they definitely have a different vibe to them. Stepping Stones was more songs about myself, growing up, and the things I went through to get where I am. Serendipity is a much more…settled album. While Stepping Stones was all reminiscing, Serendipity is living in the moment, realising the things we have and being grateful for them.”

She smiles.

“Did you have any help writing it?”

She nods.

“Yes, of course. Taylor helped a lot, obviously. But I also spent quite a fair amount of time around Louis and Harry. Tomlinson, I mean. I really admire their writing, and they’re ace people, too. They made writing fun and not too intimidating.”

She straightens up a little in her chair, squirming uncomfortably at the bar around her chest.

“Will you start all your albums with the letter S?”

She snorts.

“I don’t know, maybe. That’s still to be decided.”

“Have your parents and boyfriend listened to it yet.”

She scrunches her nose happily.

“No, actually. I’m making them wait until the album is released just like everyone else.”

“Are they okay with that?”

She laughs.

“Absolutely not, no. They’ve taken to either bribing me or pouting in an attempt to get me to give them the album. It won’t work, obviously.”

She looks to the polygrapher.

“Can you confirm that I’m telling the truth so maybe they’ll stop hassling me about it?”

She nods.

“You're telling the truth.”

“Will you be performing at the Grammys this year?”

She quirks her lips.

“That’s for me to know and you to wonder.”

The next manilla folder has the words General Questions stamped on it.

“Let’s get a bit broader, now. Do you prefer living in England or in the US?”

She purses her lips.

“England.”

“Why’s that?"

She shrugs.

“I like rain and people understand my humour much better.”

“Have you adopted a British accent since you moved?”

She quirks a brow.

“I don’t think so, no.”

“How do you take your tea?”

“Splash of milk, two sugars, 'cause I need sweetness in my life. Tom glares at me every time.”

She smirks.

“What’s your favourite thing to do to relax?"

Her smile softens considerably.

“Read. We made sure to get a house with a bay window, and then turned that room into a library. I just sit there for hours on end reading whenever I get the chance.”

“Would you ever want to have children?”

She scrunches her nose minutely.

“Probably. But not right now, at least.”

“Are you and Tom engaged?”

She laughs and holds up her left hand.

“No ring on this finger.”

She leans back in her seat.

“Do you like your mother or father better?”

She groans.

“This question’s been asked a hundred times already, I swear. I like them both equally.”

She rolls her eyes at the ceiling.

“What’s your favourite tattoo?”

She rubs her hand over her collarbone.

“My most recent one.”

“Who was the last person you texted?”

Her eyes widen.

“Uh…”

She takes out her phone, scrolling a bit.

“Tom. I asked him to buy popcorn for tonight.”

She locks her phone again.

“It’s movie night, we’re watching This Is Us again cause I miss Louis but he’s off being a pop star.”

The last manilla folder has the word Philosophy stamped on it.

“Ready for an existential crisis?”

She smirks.

“Always.”

“What would you say is mankind’s greatest flaw?"

She looks into the void, deep in thought.

“Greed.”

“Do you believe in God?”

She shrugs.

“I believe in something.”

“Does practice make perfect?”

She shakes her head.

“Perfection is a myth. Practice makes permanent.”

“What happens when you die?”

She blinks dazedly.

“I mean, I know I look like one, but I’m not actually a Goddess. Hell if I know.”

“If you could do one thing with no permanent consequences, what would it be?”

She purses her lip, scrunching her nose afterwards.

“Not to sound suicidal, but go to the deepest parts of the sea with no protective gear so I could just…see and feel the underwater world.”

She smiles.

“It’s why I love to go diving. The ocean’s pretty.”

“Is the grass greener when you’re in love?”

Her eyes crinkle from how wide her smile is.

“My plants sure are, since Tom actually remembers to water them.”

“How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?”

“Seven hundred and fourteen.”

She nods decidedly.

“What is one rule you live by?”

“Keep calm and punch homophobes.”

Her lip twitches.

“What’s something you could never give up?”

“My family.”

“How would you like to die?”

“Loved.”

She smiles softly.

“And last one: at any point during this interview, did you lie and we didn’t catch you?”

She smirks.

“Yes.”

End of video.

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yn_my_beloved: THAT’S IT THEY’RE ENGAGED I’M CALLING IT THAT’S WHAT SHE LIED ABOUT

tomyntheones reply to yn_my_beloved: (Y/n) never lies tho, so it would have to be something she HAD to do. I’m betting it’s a Marvel contract cause then she would have to stay quiet about it. Besides, if they were engaged she would have told us.

yn_my_beloved reply to tomyntheones: They hid their relationship for three years. They would 100% not tell us just so they could watch us freak.

tomfuckinghotland: I shouldn’t find this hot but fuck if seeing her lie flawlessly isn’t turning me on. How the fuck tho? Like was the polygrapher just bad, or?

Jimmy Aubrey reply to tomfuckinghotland: Actually, no, that’s the annoying part. As a licensed polygrapher myself, I didn’t spot any sign of lies. Which is annoying, cause now I’m just as clueless as the rest of you.

iphoneconspiracies28: “I miss Louis” fucking mood

tomynschild: THE ANSWER TO THE WOODCHUCK QUESTION THO. 714. 7/14. SOMETHING BIG’S HAPPENING ON JULY 14TH I’M CALLING IT NOW I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS.

steppingstonesholland: Yes? YES? (Y/n) NEVER LIES WTF WHY?

(Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔ reply to steppingstonesholland: I wanted to see if I could. Besides watching you panic is fun ;)

steppingstonesholland reply to (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔: Having fun at our expense sounds a bit psychopathic ngl but you do you

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