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Heading to Trump Tower for a candle light vigil for Heather Heyer who was murdered by an Alt Right American Nazi. 

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Too Much

- Y/n loves Fionn too much to care that he doesn’t love her back, and Fionn cares too much for Y/n to let her go.

A/N: This is short but I figured that this is something to test the waters with. Hope you don’t mind. You can leave feedback and requests in my inbox. Xx

Y/n doesn’t know how she always ends up like this—alone, on the bitter brink of exhaustion, and trying desperately to keep herself together.

It’s currently three in the morning, where everything and everyone has died down, leaving her alone to drown in her thoughts.

Fionn still hasn’t returned home from his trip to the bar—where he goes to sulk and pity the relationship he’s in with her. She’s used to this and it’s so sad, but she needs him to fall asleep and needs him to give her something so that she can have even the slightest bit of hope.

She’s utterly pathetic, but God, does she need him.

“Fionn?” She whispers from her place on the couch when she hears the front door close, her fingers clenching around the cup of coffee that’s now cold in her hands.

He stops in his tracks at her voice, and he’s quite shocked he even heard her from where he stands. But the house is so silent and lifeless that the desperation in her voice somehow echoes inside his ears; as if haunting him.

He sighs softly, the bag that was previously slung from his shoulder now dropping to the floor below him.

His eyes flutter shut at what’s about to come: the inevitable—her breaking point in the midst of all his unspoken truths and unconfessed betrayal. It happens more often than not—where he comes home in the earliest hours of the morning, the buzz in his blood still flowing and the doubts in his mind still winding.

It happens more often than not—that he keeps her waiting. That’s all she ever seems to do. At this point in time, he isn’t quite sure what it really is she waits for. Whether it’s him, or whether it’s the small amount of love he can provide for her that keeps her up at night, there’s something she seems to be holding onto that he just can’t seem to figure out.

He shakes his head softly—as if attempting to rid his most depressing thoughts—and shrugs the trench coat off his shoulders. He has yet to look over at her, because he knows that the second his eyes meet her silhouette he’ll surrender.

“Told you not to wait up anymore.”

His voice is nothing but a mumble and she isn’t quite sure whether he’s referring to her waiting for him to come back home or referring to her waiting for him to love her back.

Her lips quiver softly as her gaze settles to the brim of the coffeecup. She can’t bare to look at him anymore. To hear the indifference in his voice hurts, but to see the truth behind his eyes is deadly.

He can hear the smallest of cries fall from her lips and he feels the lump in his throat tighten. It takes everything in him to keep his tears at bay but he knows his front won’t last long. It never does.

He doesn’t want to keep doing this to her—he doesn’t want to keep her fighting when she has nothing left to fight for, but he can’t find it in his heart to break free from their entrapment. He cares for her too much, that’s why he always comes back. After everything they’ve been through together, he can’t find it in his heart to breaks hers.

Maybe he stays because one day, he hopes to love her the way he used to.

“I know, I just—“ She stutters and swallows her words, her eyes glossed over so much so that she feels like she’s not in her own reality. Either that, or she just doesn’t want to believe this is what her life has come to. “Can you hold me, Fionn?”

She’s being utterly selfish and she knows it. She knows that the last thing he wants to do is keep holding onto her any longer, but she needs it. She needs him to keep her together and prays that by doing so, somehow he’ll end up holding them together. But she’s well aware that the thought is only a product of her wildest dreams and all her prayers will go unanswered.

“Y/n—"

“Please, Fionn.“

“Love, you don’t deserve this.”

He speaks in broken whimpers and clenched eyes, knowing that somewhere between his words, he’s saying that she doesn’t deserve him; and nothing hurts him more than that.

She doesn’t deserve this, she’s convinced herself that this isn’t what love really is. Every fiber in her being knows that it’s not fair for the either of them to keep their relationship going solely on her love and not even a fraction of his, but she just can’t let him go. She loves him too much to set him free no matter how much it fucking kills her.

“When are you going to realize—“

“I already have!” She shouts through clenched teeth, her fingers fisting and tugging at the roots of her hair in frustration, “You think I haven’t realized that I deserve better than this?! You treat me such shit but I’ve never loved like this before and I can’t—“

The words die on her tongue and she closes her eyes in despair, no longer trying to hold back all the emotions that seemed to have been drowning her for all too long. “I can’t fathom a day where I’m not with you. Even if you don’t love me, I’d rather hurt and be with you than not be with you at all.”

The voice that was once screaming at the top of its lungs is now nothing but whimpers through her sobs.

Her body flinches when she first feels the soft touch of Fionn’s fingertips on her jaw, but immediately feels comforted when her eyes meet the glow of his. He’s crying, too, and she hates herself for keeping him here when he deserves better. But she can’t know the pain that comes with giving him what he wants, she just can’t.

His bottom lip trembles between his teeth when his free hand rubs the back of her head. How they’ve come to this point, he’ll never understand. They were once so happy, so in love and set on the idea of being together for the rest of their lives; but life got in the way of their fantasy. And in between all the hardships and miscommunication, what was once so beautiful turned into what could have been.

Fionn’s so internally angry and frustrated that his mind is racing. All of his doubts and all of his most inner thoughts keeps swirling in his mind so quickly that he can barely think properly, and before he can stop himself, his lips are meeting hers.

Their kiss is rough and Y/n whines when she feels his lips after so long. Their teeth are touching, their tongues are battling, and their lips keep opening in closing as if searching for a way in deeper. It’s nothing short of desperate.

Somehow, along the way, Fionn ends up straddling her waist with his fingertips all twisted in her hair and arms holding on tightly to her neck. They both need this, they both really fucking need this no matter what the outcome of it is.

It’s not much longer until they’re both gasping for air, letting silence consume them whole as they try to search for what could possibly come next. They’re holding onto each other like it’s their last hope, and Fionn even gets emotional knowing that this could be the very moment he’s been dreading—her heartbreak.

“That was my goodbye, wasn’t it?”

Y/n feels his shaking breath on her neck. Even though there’s a hesitation between her question and his answer, she already knows what he’s about to say and she almost embraces the couple of seconds it takes for him to reply.

“I’ve said goodbye to you so many times, you’ve just never heard me say it.”

And even though the words he speaks are true, his heart clenches in sorrow knowing exactly what he’s doing to her. He can’t fathom putting her in this kind of pain, but he knows that he can’t keep forcing himself to love her. He’d rather her find somebody else she deserves than having her spend the rest of her life waiting.

If he truly cares, he has to let her go.

“Look at what I keep doing to you, Y/n. You deserve better than me.”

She whimpers again, unshed tears now falling down her cheeks and soaking through the t-shirt clung to his body. Whether he’s actually going to leave her this time or come back like he always does, this might be the last time she ever has him so close.

She closes her eyes and breathes him in, feeling what his touch does to her body and embracing his warmth. The feeling he gives her can never be compared to, because he gives her a sense of euphoria and a sense of hope nobody else could ever dare provide her with.

“It doesn’t get better than you, Fionn.” She whispers, “It doesn’t get better than you.”

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Writing Fics

What goes on in my head: oh my god I have the perfect scene to write for this part!! it’s gonna be so good and well pieced together and beautiful and my readers are gonna explode bc of the pace and genius of it!

what I end up writing: Jack angrily grabs at the chair and tosses it aside. “I’m angry.” He says, angrily.

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Bucky Barnes + Captain America’s shield. 

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Tear (Loki Laufeyson )

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson/Reader Words: 1000+ Warning(s): Abuse, Abuse mention A/N: heya! i hope this turned out how you wanted~ also i just love this gif of Loki. Im glad to write for marvel. Request: how about a loki/reader where she is getting abused and thinks she deserves it and loki comforts her?

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Black Panther did to Civil War what Nicki Minaj did to Monster. 

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A Girl Worth Fighting For- 12

Summary: When your brother is drafted into WWII, you do the unthinkable to save him and your family: you take his place, in secret. Bucky x Reader, based on Disney’s Mulan.

AN: … Yeah. This hurt a wee bit.

Words: 933

Warnings: None

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Everything hurt. Bones, muscle; your feet ached from standing day in and out, your hands were split from working on machinery. You wanted to cry, to stop everything and let them take you out, litter you with bullets so you could just stop. The pain in your sides and legs felt like being quartered. The building you were kept in was damp and dark, impossible to tell when it was day or night. Some part of you was constantly bleeding, and by the time you finished working each day you were shoved into a tiny cell with a dozen other men, all of you trying to breathe the same air. You might have given up right then, let Hydra win.

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Drabble: you've been talking to Tom on Instagram through DMs and there's obviously chemistry between the two of you and it's very flirty. The two of you find things that remind each other of the other one and send letters back and forth. He finally gets a little break in his schedule and surprises you.

You were a little known actress who was generating some buzz for your solid featured roles. You had a day off from auditions, so you were scrolling through Instagram when you saw a photo your friend Zendaya posted. You liked it and put heart eyes emojis under it. And kept scrolling.

“Awe, Y/N!” Zendaya squealed as she sat in Tom’s trailer. “Huh?” Tom asked looking up from his phone. “Oh nothing. My friend Y/N, who I haven’t talked to in forever just liked my pic.” She smiled and had an idea, “I’ll give her a call.”

You were surprised that she called you, “Hey Z!”,”Hey boo!”

Before you knew it, you two were on Facetime for about 2 hours. “Oh shoot, I have to go they’re calling us back on set!”

“I forgot you’re doing that new Spidey movie!” You remembered. “Yeah, oh here’s Tom.”

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Lemonade One-Shot

Pray You Catch Me

Hold Up

Don’t Hurt Yourself

Sorry

*6 Inch

Love Drought

Sandcastles Part 2

Forward

All Night

*Roll credits while Formation Instrumental plays😂*

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Sad | Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader is sad and Tom knows exactly how to cheer her up.

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“Y/N love, I’m home!” Tom’s cheery voice rang through the house. When he was met with silence, he frowned. He was sure you would be home today. He took off his coat and shoes before making his way to your shared room.

“Love?” He peeked his head in and found you silently staring at some tv program playing on your laptop. He could faintly make out the characters of your favorite show and the frown found it’s way back to his face. You loved this show but your distant and empty gaze showed no sign of that.

“Hey darling,” he tried once more and this time you turned your head to him. You tried to force a smile out but all that came out was a small quirk in the corner of your lips. You turned away as soon as you saw his expression. “hey,” you softly said.

He took a seat next to you and pulled you into him. He placed his chin on top of your head and held you close to his chest. You softly listened to his heartbeat. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, he absolutely hated it when you were sad. Why would he ever want his angel feeling anything less than the queen she was? If he could, he would give her everything she wanted to keep her happy forever.

You debated it in your head but knew it was not something you really want to discuss at the moment. You shook your head before pulling away. This time you tried a bit harder to pull a smile. You hated seeing Tom sad, you hated that you had to get this way. Why couldn’t you just be happy? “I’ll be alright. I promise.” This time you managed a hopeful smile. Tom kissed you softly before standing up. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and watched as he grabbed his phone and left without another word. You faintly heard the front door open and close and returned to your show. You had not even realized you fell asleep until you heard the faint knocks on your door. “I’ve got you somethings,” Tom smiled at you. In his hands were a bouquet of assorted flowers and a plastic bag from your favorite place. 

“I know you aren’t huge on flowers but I saw these on the way home and thought of you. I’ve also got our favorite takeout.” He was setting it up on the small table in the corner of the room and you stood up and hugged him from behind. “I love you.” You said. “And I love you.” He turned around and kissed you lovingly. 

You still felt the sadness crowding every other emotion but you were so so thankful for Tom. Your heart was filled with love for him even though your mind was buzzing with negativity. You sat and ate your favorite food as you listened to Tom talk about his day. He knew you were still sad but he also knew you would be okay.

“I love you I love you I love you,” he said with a kiss to different parts of your face. You were now laying in bed with your bodies intertwined. When his lips finally met yours you smiled for the first time that day. “Thank you for everything.” Tom simply smiled and kissed you once more. “Anything for you.”

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domestic life | tom holland imagine

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: Tom is worried that he can never give you the life you want. You reassure him that he is the life you want.

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Tom woke up to 4 missed calls from you. He rubbed at his eyes half asleep as he rang you up. You picked up on the fourth ring.

“Hey sleepyhead! Good morning!” Your cheery voice instantly perked up Tom’s attitude.

“Good morning love. Where are you?” He was vaguely aware of the quietness of the flat.

“I’m at the grocery. I’ll be back soon. Do you want anything while I’m here?”

“Oh alright. Um, nothing really. I’m good thanks,” Tom was slightly disappointed that you had not woken him up to accompany you.

“Alright then, sit tight and I’ll be home in a bit. Love you babe!”

“Love you too.” She hung up after his reply.

Tom laid in bed, falling in and out of sleep as he waited for your return. A yawn escaped his lips as he stared at a photo of you and him laying on the grass with his head in your lap. It was on your first anniversary. Harrison had taken it before leaving you two to be alone and gross as he would say.

The fond smile on his face slowly faded into a frown as he remembered what you discussed that day. You told him of how you have always wanted the “domestic life.” He remembered how your eyes lit up at the thought of going out to buy flour and eggs to go home and make pancakes with. He could almost see your smile as you talked about waking up early and walking the dog across the town with him hand-in-hand. He looked away from the picture frame as the thought of you laughing as you went over a few cute date night ideas that you could do with Tom.

He hated not being able to give that to you. If he could, he would do everything for you, he would give you the world. Except he cannot, and he is only human. And not just any human, a famous one at that.

He knew you would love and support him no matter what happened with his career. You may not have been there at the start of it, but he was set on having you there when it meets its end. But he also knew because of his “fame”, he could not do everything he wanted to do with you.

Cute dates and little walks were rare because people were always looking and talking and squeezing into your date nights. Trips to malls and groceries were avoided in case of mobbing and to avoid tom from getting into trouble for his big mouth. Not to mention the fact that he would leave for months at a time to attend to the same career that placed both of you miles and miles away from each other. He loved his job but he also loved you.

You arrived at yours and Tom’s flat with a smile. You were excited to have Tom home again after him being in Atlanta for a few months. You planned on making some pancakes as you knew those always cheered Tom up when he was home. You quickly started on making the batter and soon you were left with a stack of delicious pancakes ready to be enjoyed.

Tom was still in bed thinking of you and him when you entered the room. He did not notice you and you took a moment to admire your boyfriend. You noticed the crease between his eyebrows and the frown on his face as he stared at the wall. “Hey babe, come outside,” you softly said as you made your way to the side of the bed where he was. You caressed his cheek and smoothened the crease on top of his nose before kissing it.

He sent you a faint smile as he stood up and followed you into the living room. As soon as he saw what you had made, his heart dropped. Pancakes. Made for him but not with him. You noticed his lack of excitement. “Tom? What’s the matter? Should I have made something else?” You were worried, had you done something to upset him?

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” When he was met with confusion he continued, “to make pancakes. Don’t we usually make them together?”

“I just thought you’d be tired and you’d want your rest. It’s no big deal really-”

“YOU DON’T GET IT!”

Tom’s sudden outburst stunned you. You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. You were so confused and honestly did not know what to do. All you had done was make pancakes for you and your boyfriend.

His eyes were downcast. He felt the frustration slip out of him and into the room as he began pacing.

“We’re supposed to be a team! I thought we made these together! Do I really mean that little to you? Do you not want me anymore?” He was waffling and his hands were pulling at his hair. The stress from work and missing you was too much and it was spilling out in the wrong way.

“I love you but I can’t give you the life you want.” At this you snapped out of your state and walked to your boyfriend.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into your chest. He quietly stood there and let you hold him. Slowly his arms found their way around you and you smiled, giving him a kiss on his collarbone. “I love you, more than you’ll ever know,” you whispered into his neck, planting soft kisses there.

“But-” you shushed him before he could finish. “Your adorable when you waffle but I really want pancakes.” He let a sad smile settle on his face as you let him sit on the couch as you grabbed two plates with servings on each, a fork, and a big thing of syrup. You settled on the couch right next to your boyfriend and turned to face him.

He was still out of it. He had a small frown on his lips and the crease had returned. You frowned and cut up a piece of pancake. You raised it up to Tom and smiled. “Here comes the plane,” you joked with a teasing smile. You saw a flash of amusement in his eyes and you knew you were on the right path. “Come on, open up, you know you want it. The plane has places to be!”

Soon he smiled and let you feed him. He stared fondly at you as you made sure he was all taken care of and happy. You were his everything and he could not handle the thought of ever losing you. He leaned forward and placed his lips on yours. Once he pulled away you smiled. “What was that for?” You laughed.

“For being there for me. For being my everything.” He smiled a genuine smile. “Of course Tom, I’ll always be here for you. I love you and you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.” He got quiet again. The thought circled in his head, would he be able to live with knowing he cannot give you the life you wanted?

“Why do you love me if I can’t give you the life you want?” He said it before he could stop himself. It was eating up his insides. You simply chuckled at his question. You raised your hand and brushed a stray strand away from his eyes before pecking his lips. “You are the life I want Tom.”

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is it worth it? - Peter Parker

Summary: Peter feels used and beat down. He begins to question his place in the world.

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Peter was stuck. On the one hand, he wanted so desperately to prove himself to Tony, to show him that he could handle himself and that he was not just some kid with webs. But on the other hand, he hated having to sacrifice all of his life for a part-time job. Mr. Stark would never let him use his powers to their fullest extent, stupid training wheels protocol, and much less allow him to run around with the Avengers.

It was another long night of endlessly swinging around the quiet city. He could not decide whether he preferred this over a night of fighting small-time baddies trying to grab purses and steal milk cartons. The former always left an empty feeling in Peter, one that would leave him feeling useless while the latter would leave him tired and occasionally with cuts and bruises.

The quiet sounds of the early morning echoed around his stuffy bedroom. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the grey ceiling. He contemplated whether it was all worth it or not. He was risking his life, not only physically but emotionally and socially as well. His small friend group consisting of Ned and Michelle would never say it but Peter knew his constant bailing annoyed them. Even though Ned knew the secret, he could never know the full extent of what it is to be Spider-man.

Aunt May felt a hundred miles away. He knew she could tell when he was lying, it had always been that way. He could not remember when she started giving up on his excuses. One day she stopped asking all together, she would simply remind him to stay safe and try not to get mugged. He wanted to explain to her that he was the one helping others from danger but he knew better.

He choked back a sob as the weight of his thoughts pulled him deeper into despair. If he hung up the suit, not just the one Mr. Stark already confiscated, but the one he made all by himself, would his life be better? Would he feel safe around his friends again? Would his worries melt away? Would May be able to talk to him again? He rubbed his eyes as he let out a strangled sob. He knew better.

New York was still a dangerous place, when one has powers like he does, and they do nothing, they are just as bad as the one causing the danger. Or at least, that was what Peter told himself.

When did he let himself become a tool? He was fighting crime, saving citizens, and keeping people safe but for all the wrong reasons. Yes, he did it for the greater good but a part of him still craved that sense of approval. It was something he could never get from his father, nor his uncle Ben. He thought Mr. Stark could give him that, but even he turned away.

He was just a kid. Albeit, a kid who can stop a truck with his bare hands, still someone who barely scratched the surface of life. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and it was only getting heavier. Is this all there is?

Did New York really need someone like him running around when they had people like the Avengers? Did people really need yet another masked vigilante crowding the streets? Is Spider-man a hero, or is he the product of arrogance and coincidence?

Maybe he just wanted to be Peter Parker. Maybe he just wanted to be Spider-man. The rift between the two was tearing him apart.

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this is so funny, credits to the amazing harryhollend on twitter

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Tom Holland swearing

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