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Mom can we get some Tom Holland?

No we have Tom Holland at home.

The Tom Holland at home:

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Just rip my heart in half honestly, it’s fine I didn’t need it. 😭

But yeah, great story, well written. 💕

If This Is Goodbye

Pairing: Nick Grant x Reader

Description: You and your boyfriend Nick’s ‘vacation’ was cut dramatically short when you are captured and tortured by Henry Carver. However, you weren’t expecting what happened next.

Warnings: I Guess you could label this as a dark oneshot. This ones full of Angst, mentions of death, character death, mentions of blood and language

Prompts: “You’re such a sore loser.” & "We're not done yet."

A/n: Well this is the first oneshot that I have written that has an angsty ending and doesn’t end all fluff like usual. I just wanted to have a change from my fluff that I write. I decided that this would be a great one to write for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 August writing challenge. Especially since there isn’t much time left. When it’s only dialogue Nick is in italics and y/n is normal.

A/n: this made me cry whilst I was writing it 🥺 but it was totally worth it since I actually adore the way this turned out.

After hours of interrogation you and Nick were still trapped in some god damn rotten hotel room, being tortured in ways that you’d actually strangely expected from someone like Henry. However, now it was just getting stupid. Currently, Nick was handcuffed against a fucking radiator. Yes that really was what the high and mighty Henry had decided to handcuff him to. Well there wasn’t exactly many other places to tie him to. Especially since they were in a hotel room. “We already told you we have no don’t have what you want!” Nick pressed through his now already hoarse voice, giving small little glances over in your direction every so often to ensure that you were ‘safe’. Not that anything about this particular situations at all screamed safe. Especially since you were laying on the floor beaten, bloody and bruised from one of Henry’s men beating the living shit out of you in attempt to get Nick to talk. And believe me..if he had known where whatever the Male was looking for was? Well he would have already told them by now. Seeing you quivering in pain would have been enough of a reason to spill the information that they needed. But unfortunately for the pair of you, this time you really were telling the truth. What ever it was that Henry and his men needed must have been important if it was worth kidnapping you and Nick in the middle of your ‘Vacation’. Well it wasn’t really a vacation, it was more of a get away in order to stay safe. No that that had worked out in either of your favours.

Henry laughed bitterly as he stepped closer to Nick, kneeling down so that he was now directly in front of your boyfriend. Oh this couldn’t be good. Especially since it was public knowledge that Henry was a very experienced and advanced Pusher. As long as he stayed out of your heads then everything would be fine. “Oh but the contrary Nick, I think you’re forgetting that we have a Watcher on our side and we already know that you were looking for the case. So where is it?” The stronger male spoke as he looked at Nick, staring him straight in the eyes like some sick and twisted confession.

“We don’t have the case!” This time it was you that spoke up, your voice audibly trembling due to how much pain you were in from the hours of torture that you’d endured. Oh you were desperately trying to sound stronger and more confident but it wasn’t like that could happen when all you wanted to do was curl up and cry. That just wasn’t like that normal you. In fact, the normal you was nothing like this. This was heart breaking for Nick. Hearing you sound so weak when he was used to hearing you laughing and enjoying life hurt him. It was so different to the way that you normally acted. “She’s telling them truth” Nick spoke, trying to keep himself calm as he thought for a few seconds, clearly trying to figure out a way to escape the torture and get you both to a hospital. Or at least to a drug store so he could steal the supplies you’d need to patch the both of you up.

It was a millisecond later that Nick was able to move the wardrobe that had been coincidentally right next to where he and you were being kept. The heavyweight of the object being enough of a distraction to give Nick just the amount of time that he needed to attempt to rip the handcuffs from him. But in actuality he had only managed to tear himself away from the radiator by practically ripping it off of its hinges, not that he cared right now. No all he cared about at this particular moment was getting out of here with you.

However, his master plan was prevented when a blood curdling scream, of course coming from a Bleeder, ripped through the room. Causing both You and your boyfriend to double over in pain, both holding your ears in an attempt to shield yourselves from the ear piercing sound. Pathetic really since now both of you were screaming in agony. “I thought you were smarter then that Nick. But it seems like you’re such a sore loser” Henry spoke with a slight sigh, almost as if he was disappointed by how everything g had played out. And To be completely honest you were disappointed too. Not with Nick, but with how your small get away had turned out.

After just a couple of seconds your ears had began to bleed quite severely, but right now it didn’t seem to be anything too critical. Not enough to kill you just yet, although if he continued to scream then you were 100% certain that you’d die soon. However, Nick seemed to be worse off since he was barely awake. Struggling to even keep him eyes open. But what was even worse then seeing your own boyfriend being brutally murdered in front of you was the fact that when he finally managed to make eye contact with you you could see the desperate pain in his eyes. Almost as if he was trying to stay strong just for you. Everything he did was always for you there was no doubt about it.

At this point it was only a matter of seconds before you would die. You’d pretty much come to the terms with the fact that you were going to die today...but then....silence. Had you gone deaf? Had you finally died? Or was the pain too much that you had just passed out? All of those questions had continued to swim through your brain, totally convinced that it was over until you fell a sharp pain run through you body as you were yanked from the floor by two extremely cold hands. The action in itself enough to make you yelp in pain.

In seeing this Nick saw red, or maybe that was just from how much blood was pouring from his ears and blurring his vision. But seeing you so helpless and weak really did hit a nerve. “Get...The...fuck off of her! Don’t kill her! It’s me you’ve got the problem with not her! Kill me instead” He stuttered out demandingly although Henry only laughed bitterly in response, this man was cold and calculating whenever it came to getting what he wanted and if it meant murdering you to get answers out of Nick then he would do it in a heart beat. Which was exactly what he was proposing to do.

“Oh Nick you really don’t know when to shut up do you?” The Male spoke bitterly as he silently gave instructions to the man holding onto your hair, ending up with the male pressing his hand around your throat and pressing his gun against your back. Of course this scared the crap out of you but by this point you had already given up on life. “We're not done yet! Now Nick, tell me where the case is or your I’ll tell my friend over there to pull the trigger” Henry threatened, letting nick watch you struggle for breath with that son of a bitches hand wrapped round your throat, before his gaze was violently ripped away from you when Henry grabbed at his face to pull his gaze back to him. None of this was at all good.

“Nick! It’s okay...don’t tell him...please” you begged, barely able to string a sentence together with how hard the males grip was on your throat. Blood still pouring from your ears. If you weren’t shot then the loss of blood from the pervious screaming you’d endured would certainly kill you.

“I’m not gonna let you die y-“

“Y-y—you......don’t have.....any....other choice”

“I’m not letting you die!” Nick spoke before taking in a deep breath, barely keeping himself steady before Henry’s voice boomed through the room “you’ve got three seconds to tell me where the case is before y/n gets shot” he threatened. Oh and Nick was just about to tell him who had the case before you stopped him once again

“Nick dont!” You spoke more confidentially, trying to keep his focus on you for the three second count down. Only realising that the count down was over when pain rippled through your body, Nick basically bolting over to you as you fell limp to the floor. For now you were breathing but not for long.

“It’s a shame Nick, I would have thought you’d want to comply with us.” was the last thing Henry had said before both him and his men left the room, leaving Nick alone with you now settled with your upper half in his lap. Little did you know that Henry and his men had actually managed to get the information they needed soon after they’d left. You didn’t need to die but somehow there you were, shaking uncontrollably in your boyfriends arms.

“I told...you I wasn’t going to let you die ..” Nick pressed whilst running his hands through your hair, tears runningdown his face as he stared down at you. There was no reason to get help, especially when you’d already gone so pale. All he could do now was hold you till you passed away. Not that he wanted that to happen of course.

“C...couldnt......l...let them get....what they wanted” your voice was little over a whisper now as your skin began to pale and your eyes began uncomfortably heavy just begging to close. But, like Nick tried to do for you, you held on. Only for him.

“You’re so damn stubborn sometimes”

“I......I.....l...love you”

“Y/n don’t do that....don’t say that...help must be on its way....you’re going to be okay...I love you’d o much but you can’t say that right now...please don’t say that like it’s the last time you’re going to say it...because it’s not okay? It’s not...you’re going to grow old with me and we’re going to have two kids just like we wanted. You are not going to die!” Nick spoke overly emotional due to the situation in front of him. As much as he wanted to believe that you were going to survive this, he knew far two well that you were going to die.

“I...l...love...y-“ the words couldn’t even leave your lips fully as your heart began to slow at a horrifically quick pace, leaving you lifeless in your lovers arms as you finally passed away. To say Nick was heart broken would have been an understatement. In fact he was broken. Totally and utterly broken without you. Without his best girl to lead him through life what was he going to do? He couldn’t live without you yet god was forcing him to. How far was that?

Without a second thought, Nick picked your limp and lifeless body up off of the floor and placed it ever so gently onto the messy bed a few steps away. Even if you were dead he still didn’t like the thought of you laying on the cold hardwood floor. “I love you y/n” were the last words that he spoke to you before a loud knock on the door followed by the door being smashed open by armed forces broke him out of his emotional state.

In that moment nick had no idea what the hell had gotten into him as he lunged forward. Of course being terribly mistaken for a threat landing him with several bullet wounds to the chest sending him straight to the floor. Had he wanted to die? Was that the plan after all? Well without the love of his life with him what was there to live for? In some twisted way he was happy to die close to you.

With what little remaining strength he had left Nick pushed himself up onto the bed as he pulled your body close to him. If he was going to die then he was going to die with you laying next to him. “I’ll.....I’ll see you soon y/n.....w.....we’ll be together....again soon...” the mover stuttered as he weakly pressed a kiss to your barely warm forehead before his body too went limp and he ‘peacefully’ drifted off into a permanent slumber. And sure enough he was reunited with his love on the other side. Both of you finally at peace.

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When your BFF fucks off back in time after being all like “I’m with you till the end of the line”

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Honestly sam wilson being single is the most unrealistic part of the mcu

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@damalseer too OP, devs please nerf

… and click here to see if Frigga would approve of you being Loki’s lover

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Comic!Bucky: So where’s your cat?

Movie!Bucky: I don’t have one.

Comic!Sam: You call that Redwing?

Movie!Sam: What were you expecting?

Comic!Sam: An actual bird?

Comic!Bucky: Do you people hate animals?

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Erik Killmonger: *sitting on the throne discussing the changes he’ll make as the new king of Wakanda*

W’kabi: Your highness, what do you want us to do with the one-armed white male in the freezer?

Erik: With the WHAT

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writeyourmindaway has some good ones here 

Will someone kindly point me in the direction of dc text dividers? I’m in dire need of one for Superman. Thank you!

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You guys ever think about the fact that if a person says "I love that one English actor...Tom something, last name starts with an H? He's great in that one Marvel movie!" there's 3 different guys they could be talking about?

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YOU are bi!

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Me, whenever Steve does literally anything in this series

The Silence : The Argument (16/20)

You find yourself in a situation you never thought you would find yourself in. Your super soldier boyfriend has broken your heart.

Paring: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

This is PURE angst. You have been warned.

warnings: swearing, mild sexual references, mild peril

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He watched as you turned the page of your book and sighed loudly. You folded the corner of the page and closed the book. Turning to him you lip curled as he quickly looked away from you, caught in the act of watching you. His cheeks now flushed a little pink. You set the book down on the bedside. He was pretending to be reading, although his eyes flicked towards you and then back again at the book he clearly wasn’t reading.

“I didn’t realise I had an audience” you smirked at him. He turned to you and coyly replied “I don’t know what you mean”. You tried to roll on to your side, but it wasn’t a smooth movement being 8 months pregnant.

“Captain Rogers, you are fooling no one”

A light chuckle left his lips and he closed his book, not even bothering to use his bookmark. He set the book down on his side and lifted his arm up in the air and you slid in to rest your head on his bare chest. His arm scooped around you and held you close against his body. He picked the book back up and began to read. You lay there allowing the rhythmic beat of his chest to soothe you. There was something so comforting about hearing his heartbeat, and feeling the warmth of his skin on your body. The silence was comforting. There was no need for words. Steve’s hand slid gently up and down your arm. The only sound in the room came from the two of you drawing breath and the constant tick from his alarm clock. He closed the book and placed it in his lap. His head cocked to the side and rested on top of yours. You looked up at him. He bit his lip and then exhaled. You could see that he was mulling over his thoughts. You lifted your head off his chest and his head lifted off of yours.

“Babe?” you muttered and he looked down at you, and then looked away again. He was looking at you in a way he had never before, usually you were able to read Steve. Steve was so open, so honest and his face usually displayed how he was feeling. You knew the slight twitch his mouth would do when he was thinking about what to make for dinner, you knew the way his face would look when he was thinking of work. You especially enjoyed the way his eyes would light up when you walked in the room, and the way he would smirk at you, telling you all you needed to know about the activity you were about to get up to. You loved the way his eyes would flutter when you called him “babe”, or the beam of his smile when the baby kicked. This face was new. It looked pained. It reminded you of Bucky. Steve was hiding something. You lifted up further and sat apart from him. Steve didn’t look at you.

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This is so sweet omg. You really get a feel for how comfortable (for lack of a better word) their relationship is, well written.

Steve jerked awake with a gasp, his heart thumping in his chest like it was going to break through his sternum. A regular man it might have imploded, his veins humming from the panic.

Parts of his nightmare flashed in his mind, his eyes searching but unseeing in these seconds. He knew this dream, its one hes had more times since being thawed then he could count. Relieving it, but it didn't always end the same way.

You had laid awake, listening to him. You wanted to waken him, but it never bode we'll for Steve when you woke him. His mind kept him trapped there till it ended, till it made him live all those seconds. So you waited, patient, ready. As any lover would do. You carried his pain as best you could.

There, his gasp telling you he was awake. His blue eyes stared up, glistening from the tears he had shed. "Steve" you say softly, enough for him to blink and look over in recognition, thank God.

Your hand goes to his lost looking face, here he was just your Steve, vulnerable. You move to sit up next to him, rubbing his chest. You know asking him is pointless, he always holds back from telling you what plagues his mind in the hours of the dark. Instead you do the next thing possible.

"Its Okay handsome, your home, safe." Your smile is soft, and his hand comes to cup your face, skimming the pad over your cheek. Silently, he's making sure this is real. Your real.

You lower in against him, your head centernof His chest where you can hear his rapid heart starting to slow to normal, the air being drawn in his lungs. Hes here with you, his hand slides down to grasp your thigh that's hooked over him. This is all real.

The next morning brings back your Steve, cleaned back up, standing at the kitchen sink while waiting for the coffee pot to brew, his shoulders straight, not showing the heavy burden he carried only known to you. You move up behind him and press your face between his shoulder blades, wrapping your arms around his narrow waist.

He knows, his hand going to yours and squeezing lightly, that he would sink into the past without you keeping him in the here and now.

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Mirror Image (Johnny Storm x Reader)

A/N: I may be the only person on tumblr who has ever written for Michael B Jordan’s Johnny Storm, so that’s cool

Summary: It’s very late at night and you’re about to wake up your boyfriend to ask about Erik Killmonger, this will end well. Gender neutral reader.

Spoilers for Black Panther

It was 3am. This really should not have been bugging you so much but ever since you'd seen that picture on the news... Johnny was asleep, your head resting on his bare chest. Of course he was asleep it was the middle of the night, but you had to know.

"Johnny?"

You weren't sure he even heard you until he gave a soft hum a minute later.

"Johnny, I really need you to level with me here." 

He cracked open a single eye. "Is this going to be something stupid?"

"Erik Killmonger-"

"Oh my god, not you too!" He sat up suddenly, covering his face with his hands.

"So other people have noticed this?"

"Ben mentioned it...and about 10 different reporters before I stopped answering calls from unknown numbers." He rolled his eyes.

"You probably should have been doing that already but Johnny" You turned his head towards you "He looks just like you."

"I've never even been to Wakanda!" He finally noticed the time on the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table "Also is it 3?"

You decided avoidance was the best answer to that one. "Could you have a long lost twin?"

"I think dad would have mentioned that." He responded, resisting the urge to roll his eyes again. "Go back to sleep babe." He lay back down, preparing to end this odd discussion  

"Why do you not care about this?" You asked, growing increasingly distraught.

"What do you even want me to do babe? He's dead.  Maybe the Avengers scrambled time and he's from an alternate universe." He wiggled his fingers seemingly to illustrate his point.

You sighed, resting your head on his chest again "Just promise me you won't get into a fight to the death for the throne of Wakanda."

He laughed, curling an arm around you. "I'm not chomping at the bit to fight Black Panther, don't worry."

You chuckled, partly at his words and partly at your own strange thoughts about Johnny's doppelganger.

"Pretty sure I could take him though." Johnny mused quietly.

"Johnny!"

"Not that I would ever try or anything! Just saying..." he trailed off.

"You know for a such a smart man you're kind of an idiot." You scolded him.

"Love you too, babe."

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Wow, this movie is aggressively average

It appears that in order to make sure I'm not flying completely blind while writing a fanfic I will have to pay $5 to be the only person on earth to have seen Fant4stic (Fantastic Four 2015). I'm told no one liked this movie but it does have Michael B Jordan in it so it might not suck too badly.

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It appears that in order to make sure I'm not flying completely blind while writing a fanfic I will have to pay $5 to be the only person on earth to have seen Fant4stic (Fantastic Four 2015). I'm told no one liked this movie but it does have Michael B Jordan in it so it might not suck too badly.