#emmy teases 🎶

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The Voice is adding some serious all-star talent to its already-stacked coaching panel this fall.

Snoop Dogg and Michael Bublé have officially onboarded the Emmy-winning music competition series for season 26, NBC confirmed at its upfront presentation at New York City’s Radio City Music Hall on Monday, May 16. The hip-hop icon/entertainment mogul, 52, and Grammy-winning, multi-platinum singer, 48, are both friends of The Voice, with Bublé being a guest advisor to Team Blake during season three, while Snoop was featured as a season 20 mega mentor.

Snoop and Bublé teased their coaching news a day before the announcement on X, with the former writing, “Yo hit me @MichaelBuble 📱 🎶,” and following up with a photo of the two.

Bublé responded to his fellow coach’s post with a gif of a cat wearing sunglasses captioned, “‘Sup, homie!”

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Chapter 22

-1 month later- Y/n pov: "Anthony" "THATS MEEEEE" "i wanna introduce are baby to our friends" "ok" "lets invite the cast"

Mi nombre es Alexander Hamilton

                               Guys we opening up the option to come see our baby today

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽: IM SO EXITED i get to see my bby 💕💕

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:YAY LIL EMMY

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:I CANT WAIT TO SEE MY NIECE

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:what time

Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:your littarly my sister duh

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:duh bitch

Oakyyyyy the unfuckable tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾:you're littarly my twin bro stop playing with me

Christodontfuckme👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾‍🦰👱🏾‍♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾‍🦰👩🏾‍🦳🧒🏾👩🏾‍🦱👨🏾‍🦰🧑🏾‍🦳👦🏿🧑🏾‍🦱👱🏾‍♀️👨🏾‍🦳👩🏾👨🏾‍🦱:duh girl😝😝

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴 :what time

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2:30

My mannn💀🎃😼🫶🏾☠️😺😽🤲🏾👽😸🙀👐🏾👾😹😿🙌🏾🤖😻😾👏🏾:we love yall please be there

We were in our room and heard a knock at the door and I got up to get it I awenser it. So It turned out to be jazzy "THERE MY oh it's you" "that felt purposeful" "donde esta mi esposa" "MI ESPOSA" "whatever" we walk to our room" hey y/n/n" "hey snazzy jazzy" "may i hold my niece" she says taking my spot "of course but be careful I cant stress that enough" "trust me" "hey emily" "co co" "emily can you say my dad sucks" "jazz" "the original version was dirty" we hear a knock on the door "jazzy apologize to ant ill get the door" "DADDY" "hey baby how you been""good" "hey sissy" "hi sebby" "hey Francisco" "co co" "CAN WE SEE THE BABY" "shhh sebby your gonna scare her" "im sorry" "its fine dad, come on lets see her" "hey lin" "sup lin" jazzy and Anthony greets "hey guys" dad greets "can i hold her" sebby ask "after the adults" mom tells him "well can i hold franny" he ask "not yet baby" he says a little "by the time its yet hell be to old to hold" mom ignores him and asks "may i pick her up" "yes" she holds her and starts talking to him "hey baby im your grandmother and ill love you so much" -15 minutes later- "sebby ask y/n if you can hold Emily" "may i hold emily" "of course bro" he held him gently "hi baby im your uncle and when you are 3-4 were gonna be best friends even when im a moddy teenager well still be best friends" "awww" "cocochhnxggx" "hwrhfdhdfjdghgdjgdjddjd to you two" we hear a knock a the door "aww no more emily" "you can hold fran" "hey bro here are my tips for serving the Miranda household" Lin ran to the door "HEY PHILLIPA" "hi wheres my sisters baby" "in our room" she runs to the room "number 47 DO NOT-hey pippa" "why you switch up" Anthony teases "shut up Anthony" "HEY we don't use those especially with adults SAY SORRY" nessa commands "I'm sorry Anthony for telling you to shut up" "it's ok I didn't really care" "may I hold the baby" "yes of course" "hi baby I'm pippa soo" "pghtghbth" "close enough" we all laughed we hear our door open Anthony grabbed a knife "que es 'wheres my granddaughter' en espanol" "donde esta mi chicos chico" i said with a questioning tone "what she said"she said with a chuckle "may i hold her" nea questions "you may" i awnsers  "hi baby im you second grandmother and im going to teach you how to be yourself when you are older"  les came in "yall just leave yall door open" leslie asks"oops" says renés "good thing i came before someone else did" Leslie diverts"right" i agree "im really sorry" nea aplogizes "its alright mistakes happen" ant comfront "hey i dont know if this is the right time but may i hold emily" leslie asks "you may" i say granting premission "hi baby im your uncle and im gonna teach you wait for it" les tells my baby "funny" lin chimes in then everyone else came and that was that

Dark bitchs in white girl

Who tryna meet my bby

Morgan Saylor:yes

Brian Marc:yes

Justin Bartha:yes

Bobbi Salvör Menuez;yes

Chris Noth:yes

Ralph Rodriguez:yes

                                                                                                                              Ok pull up

Y/n pov:-1 month later- Y/n pov: "Anthony" "THATS MEEEEE" "i wanna introduce are baby to our friends" "ok" "lets invite the cast"

Mi nombre es Alexander Hamilton

                               Guys we opening up the option to come see our baby today

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽: IM SO EXITED i get to see my bby 💕💕

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:YAY LIL EMMY

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:I CANT WAIT TO SEE MY NIECE

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:what time

Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:your littarly my sister duh

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:duh bitch

Oakyyyyy the unfuckable tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾:you're littarly my twin bro stop playing with me

Christodontfuckme👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾‍🦰👱🏾‍♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾‍🦰👩🏾‍🦳🧒🏾👩🏾‍🦱👨🏾‍🦰🧑🏾‍🦳👦🏿🧑🏾‍🦱👱🏾‍♀️👨🏾‍🦳👩🏾👨🏾‍🦱:duh girl😝😝

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴 :what time

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2:30

My mannn💀🎃😼🫶🏾☠️😺😽🤲🏾👽😸🙀👐🏾👾😹😿🙌🏾🤖😻😾👏🏾:we love yall please be there

We were in our room and heard a knock at the door and I got up to get it I awenser it. So It turned out to be jazzy "THERE MY oh it's you" "that felt purposeful" "donde esta mi esposa" "MI ESPOSA" "whatever" we walk to our room "hey y/n/n" "hey snazzy jazzy" "may i hold my niece" she says taking ants spot "of course but be careful I cant stress that enough" "trust me" "hey emily" "co co" "emily can you say my dad sucks" "jazz" "the original version was dirty" we hear a knock on the door "jazzy apologize to ant ill get the door" "DADDY" "hey baby how you been""good" "hey sissy" "hi sebby" "hey Francisco" "co co" "CAN WE SEE THE BABY" "shhh sebby your gonna scare her" "im sorry" "its fine dad, come on lets see her" "hey lin" "sup lin" jazzy and Anthony greets "hey guys" dad greets "can i hold her" sebby ask "after the adults" mom tells him "well can i hold franny" he ask "not yet baby" he says a little "by the time its yet hell be to old to hold" mom ignores him and asks "may i pick her up" "yes" she holds her and starts talking to him "hey baby im your grandmother and ill love you so much" -15 minutes later- "sebby ask y/n if you can hold Emily" "may i hold emily" "of course bro" he held him gently "hi baby im your uncle and when you are 3-4 were gonna be best friends even when im a moody teenager well still be best friends" "awww" "cocochhnxggx" "hwrhfdhdfjdghgdjgdjddjd to you two" we hear a knock a the door "aww no more emily" "you can hold fran" "hey bro here are my tips for surviving the Miranda household" Lin ran to the door "HEY PHILLIPA" "hi wheres my sisters baby" "in our room" she runs to the room "number 47 DO NOT-hey pippa" "why you switch up" Anthony teases "shut up Anthony" "HEY we don't use those especially with adults SAY SORRY" nessa commands "I'm sorry Anthony for telling you to shut up" "it's ok I didn't really care" "may I hold the baby" "yes of course" "hi baby I'm pippa soo" "pghtghbth" "close enough" we all laughed we hear our door open Anthony grabbed a knife "que es 'wheres my granddaughter' en espanol" "donde esta mi chicos chico" i said with a questioning tone "what she said"she said with a chuckle "may i hold her" nea questions "you may" i awnsers "hi baby im you second grandmother and im going to teach you how to be yourself when you are older"  les came in "yall just leave yall door open" leslie asks"oops" says renés "good thing i came before someone else did" Leslie diverts"right" ant agrees "im really sorry" nea aplogizes "its alright mistakes happen" ant comfront "hey i dont know if this is the right time but may i hold emily" leslie asks "you may" i say granting premission "hi baby im your uncle and im gonna teach you wait for it" les tells my baby "funny" lin chimes in then everyone else came and that was that

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emmy’s upcoming projects

hi, friends! the title is pretty self-explanatory. i’m excited about some new fics/series that i have planned, and i wanted to share them.

1. the love letter mishap series: this one, i’m really excited for. it’s going to be a series of oneshots with the person of choice finding love letters that the reader has written them. i do have have a few characters/actors picked out already (peter, tom, harrison, harry [osborn and possibly styles], shawn, chris, sebastian, steve, and bucky).

2. louder than bombs full fic: i don’t know how long this will take me because i’m still in the planning stages, but i’m excited for you guys to read the full thing. you can read the teaser here!

3. peter soulmate au fic: i’m still brainstorming this one, but i think i want to do the colorblind au. i don’t know.

4. bad boy!peter au fic: like the soulmate au, i’m brainstorming this one still. but i picture this peter as a sort of post-beth!noah puckerman-esque type of thing. ya feel me?

5. et sanguinem flos petalis alternate ending: i originally wasn’t going to reveal this one, but i’m too excited. this monster isn’t official over yet.

i think that’s about it for right now! let me know what you think and which one i should do first.

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louder than bombs (i break) [teaser] - peter parker

title: louder than bombs (i break)

summary: a bad fight with your mom leaves you to wish you were dead, to see how everyone around you would be without you. everyone always said to be careful of what you wished for.

pairing: peter x reader

word count: 605

warning(s): lots and lots of angst, depictions of a funeral, character death, mentions/allusions to suicide, crying!peter (let me know if i missed anything.)

a/n:  i’ve been hesitant to post this for a while. if you are triggered by any of the above things, please turn back now. this one won’t be an easy ride, but please bare with me.  and if you want some mood music and to see where my inspiration for this came, listen to this song. 

a/n 2: give my lovely sunshine @devin-marie​​​ a big shoutout because she was a major help.

Peter is standing behind an oak podium, the black tie hanging from his neck feeling more and more like a noose. He can feel his hands shaking against the wood, and he needs the people in front of him to not look at him like some sort of abused animal. He’s already unsettled enough as it is. “I’m… going to be honest with all of you,” he starts with a pained sigh. “I’m not—I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready for today to come, to have to wake up and face the reality that I’ll never see my best friend again.”

“Peter,” you murmur by Tony’s side at the back of the funeral home, tears gathering in your eyes. “Oh, God, Peter.” Seeing Peter standing there, trembling with the cocktail of emotions brewing inside, chips away at your heart.

This is your fault. He’s like this because you’re fucking selfish. You ruined him.

The hollow sound of Peter’s voice chases away the monster in your head. “When I heard what happened, I couldn’t stop crying. I could barely hold myself together. I, uh, I didn’t go to school the next day; I refused. The last words she said to me were ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’” The noise he makes is a cross between a laugh and a choked sob. It tears at you all the same. “I wish I could go back to that night. I’d tell her to stay the night with me, so she didn’t have to be alone. I’d make sure she knew that her answer, her way out, wasn’t her only option.

“I just…” Peter tries to hold back the mounting despair and anguish building in the pit of his stomach, but it’s making him want to gag. He never signed up for this. He shouldn’t be here. “I can’t believe she’s gone.” Sniffling, he flips the page of this speech, this eulogy, over to continue. “Y/N was more than my best friend; she was also the love of my life.” At his confession of love, sobs broke out amongst the crowd. Your mother’s was probably the loudest.

“He loved me,” you whisper numbly. “He loved me, and I ruined him.”

“Y/N—” Tony started, but you shook your head.

“Please, Tony,” you begged wetly, “take me back. I need to fix this. I... “ You shudder as the image of your mother sobbing on your bedroom floor, your jacket clutched into her fists, flashed in your mind. “I put the people I love—my mom, Ned, MJ, Peter—through something so horrid just because of some argument.” The realization punches you in the gut. “Oh, God. What have I done?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tony coos, taking your forearms into his hands. “Stop that. Y/N, there’s still time to fix this.” He rubs his hands soothingly down your arms. “You can go back to your life, and you can make things right. You can apologize to your mom, you can tell Ned and MJ how much you appreciate them, and you can tell Peter how you feel.”

“I still have a chance,” you sob. “I can fix it.”

“When you go back to them, I want to promise me that you’re going to hug them as close as you can. Remind them that you love them because you never know what’s going to be the last time you see them. Trust me, I know all about that.” He smiles, genuinely smiles, up at you. “Can you promise me that?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

He stands. “Alright. Let’s get you home.” Your palm touches his, and the scene around you dissolves.

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new teaser announcement

so... i may have done a thing. 👀

@holybeehive @devin-marie @amsterdam-parker

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💬

sure, nonnie! here you go.

Tony sighs heavily and places a hand on your shoulder. “Kid,” his affectionate smirk comes out to play then. “You may not believe this now, but you’re worth much more than you think are. It took me a lot of time to accept it, like it might for you. Good people, people like Pep and Peter, they won’t let you think anything else.” He shrugs a shoulder, and his eyes mist at the mention of his wife and surrogate son.  “You picked a good one. I just hope that you have enough time to realize it.”

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et sanguinem flos petalis [teaser] - peter parker

title: et sanguinem flos petalis

summary: first loves are never easy, especially when they have the power to kill you.

pairing: one-sided peter x reader, peter x mj

word count: 733

warning(s): swearing, blood, dying character, angst, one-sided love, the hanahaki au that no one asked for.

a/n: i’ve had this in my docs for the longest time and was scared of posting it. oh well, here goes nothing.

“No,” you murmur in horror as your friends stare at the bloodied rose petals in your palm. Not here. Why did it have to be here?

“Y-Y/N? Are those rose petals?” Betty asks, her eyes wider than Brad’s basketball. “Wh-Why are you… coughing up rose petals?” You’ve reached the point of no return, my little petal. You have no choice now.

“I-I…” You scrambled for some sort of excuse, a lie, but there wasn’t one. The voice in your head was right: you don’t have a choice. You have to face it. “There’s this disease. It’s called, uh, Hanahaki—”

Realization washes over MJ, and her shoulders slump. “Who is it?”

The sting of tears burns the back of your eyes as more petals and droplets of blood fell to the tile floor beneath your shoes. “M-MJ, please under-understand that I d-didn’t want y-you find out this way… I-I never—” Your apology dies on your lips as you meet her eyes. Flames of rage were rampant behind the dark brown irises.

“Would you rather us find out after you were already dead? Because you were too much of a coward to face me? Face him?” Her words tore at your heart, but she was right. You are a fucking coward.

Another suffocating cough sends more petals into the open air between the two of you. “There are o-other options,” you tell her as blood drips down your chin. “I-I wouldn’t have to die.”

“That surgery isn’t always successful, Y/N! And you’d have no capacity for any kind of romantic love or any memory of him when you woke up. Do you really want to put him through that?”

“H-He’s got you,” you weakly defended. “He’ll be okay.”

A low growl rouses from her throat, and she clenches her fists by her side. “God, I want to fucking punch you. You really want to keep it from him, don’t you? You would rather have him watch you die than tell him you’re so in love with him that it’s literally killing you.”

“There’s no other way.”

“Yes, there is!” She shouts, gaining the attention of some people around you. One of which includes a certain brunette. “Tell him, Y/N! Tell Peter, or I will.”

“Tell me what?” Of fucking course.

“Peter,” you murmur, eyes locked on his form. “H-Hey.” You feel him search your face until he spots your bloodied chin.

“Holy shit, Y/N, you’re bleeding! What happened?” Those innocent doe eyes reflect concern for your well-being, and you want to hate him for it. But you can’t. He cups your jaw in his hand and swipes at the blood with his thumb. “Are you okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, Pete. Of course. I just coughed a little too hard, I guess.” You avoid eye contact with MJ over her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I’ll say,” his little laugh stirs up the flowers in your stomach.

“She’s lying. She’s nowhere near fine.” Peter whips his head around to face his girlfriend, eyebrows raised.

“MJ,” you protested. She shakes her head.

“Y/N, I told you to tell him, or I would.” She focuses her attention on Peter. “Do you remember that disease I told you about, Hanahaki?” He takes a moment to think before nodding.

“That’s the one where the victims cough up flower petals until they die, right?” He watches the stoic, angry girl reach down and scoop the handful of bloody rose petals from the floor, showing them to him. He stares at them in the same unsettling horror that Betty did when she first saw them. He slowly turns to face you again. “That’s what she wanted you to tell me?”

Not having the courage to look at him, you stare at the droplets of your bloods that spattered across the floor.

“B-But that’s for people who have an unrequited love—“ He cuts himself as he continues to stare at you. “Who is it?”

“Peter,” you say. His expression turns stony as you evade the question.

“Tell me who it is, Y/N.”

“Knowing is only going to make you feel worse,” you try to tell him.

“I get enough of that bullshit from Fury! Tell me who it is; tell me who is literally causing you to die,” his fists clench just like MJ’s did, and fear presses down on your heart like the weight of the roses growing inside of you.

“Y-You.”

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partition - ceo!tom holland [teaser]

title: partition

summary: as harrison is driving you and tom to an event one night, you’re feeling a bit... rebellious and decide to drag tom into your fun.

pairing: ceo!tom x assistant!reader

word count: 331

warning(s): drinking, implied voyeurism (the teaser is tame compared to what’s coming. 👅)

a/n: i’m going to hell for this. it’s been nice knowing you guys.

"Harrison," you ask the blonde driver as you pour yourself a glass of Tom's favorite whiskey, the golden liquor splashing in the glass, "be a doll and roll up the partition for me, please.” You sip the alcohol, and your red lipstick stains the rim. Both men raise their eyebrows at your instruction. You don’t try to mask the lust looming in your eyes. “I don’t want any unwelcome onlookers to ruin my fun.” He can see your leering smirk from the rearview mirror, and he bites down hard on his lip.

“You got it, Ms. L/N.” You watch his hand reach for the button and press down on it, the tinted glass sealing you and Tom to your own devices. The brunette man tilts his head at you, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

“What’s going on in that devious little head of yours, Y/N?” You turn your smirk to your boss and take another drink of whiskey, the smooth, subtle burn of it gliding down your throat. “What kind of fun are you trying to have?”

“The kind where my mascara is ruined and my lipstick is smudged.” Tom’s jaw tightens; he knows that you know saying that to him will rile him up. He brings his left hand, the one with the pretty, steel rings that glint in the sunlight, up to cup your face. He shocks you then by gingerly pulling you into a kiss, lips moving over yours like he didn’t want to scare you away. Like that could happen. As you kiss, he slides his hand from your cheek into your hair, and he tugs you away from his mouth with a clench of his fist. 

“You want me to smudge that pretty lipstick?” His voice is a soft, even growl. You were totally going to be fucked out by the time the night is over. And it was going to be glorious. 

You thought you gave yourself whiplash by how fast you nodded.