Y/n : I'll Let You Know I Drive A Very Hard Bargain

*spoilers for Spider man: No Way Home trailer*

AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT THINKS IN THE TRAILER WHEN SOMEONE SAID "Be careful what you wish for Parker" SOUNDED LIKE JAMES FRANCO!!!!!!!!

I'M F***KING HYPERVANTALATING

WTF IS THIS F***KING TRAILER

PLEASE SEND HELP

Lilly : James?

James : Yes, Lily Pad?

Lily : May I speak to you for a moment?

Sirius : (under his breath; in a sing-song voice) Someone is in trouble.

Need Him

Stiles x gn!reader

A/N - this is my first Stiles x reader and also my longest fic so far. Sorry if it's not great I've kinda had it in my crafts for a while :)

Sighing in frustration you hung up your phone before focusing back onto the road. This is the third phone call you'd made to Stiles, and he still hadn't answered. You pulled into the street that the Stilinski's lived and took a deep breath to try and keep your tears at bay.

You and Stiles had been dating for a month or two now, but you weren't one hundred percent in the relationship. All you wanted was to stop holding back r

You were on the run; you might have to leave at any minute. But lately you had felt yourself become closer and closer with Stiles, letting your guard down, and you weren't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Tonight, you had gotten a text from an anonymous number. It was your mum, she was coming. Soon. You didn't know what to do. You had built relationships in the town and you didn't want to leave, but you didn't want to burden the pack with your problems.

The only person that knew about your relationship with your mother was Stiles. He found you one time when you were crying. It had been the anniversary of your father's death and you weren't at school, so Stiles came looking for you. He found you at your apartment in a ball on your bed crying.

Since then, yours and Stiles’ relationship grew. He was there for you. Which was making this whole situation even harder. You could stay here in Beacon Hills with the people you love, or you could leave to protect yourself and maybe even the pack. 

You just needed Stiles.

As you pulled into his driveway you began to call Stiles again.

"Hey this is Stiles, leave a message at the-“

You grabbed the key you have to the house from your car and made your way towards the door. As you were walking up you could barely hold yourself together. It seemed like everything was crashing down building towards an initial meltdown. 

You took a shuddering breath before pushing open the door to a dark house. 

You checked your phone to see the time was 1:16. You were mindful that the sheriff was probably asleep as you tiptoed through the house and up the stairs towards Stiles' room. 

When you open the door, it was dark like the rest of the house. The only light in the room was the moon through the curtains and his alarm clock with bright red numbers. You spot his sleeping face practically passed out.

"Stiles," you croaked out. His eyes fluttered a little bit before staying closed. "Stiles." you said a bit more forcefully.

His eyes opened slowly before seeing a shadowy figure at his door. He quickly sat up getting ready to scream, looking for his baseball bat.

"Stiles! Stiles wait, it's just me.”

"What are you doing here?" He asked and looked at the alarm clock next to his bed and turning a lamp on, looking at how late it was. 

You looked at him and his concerned face and saw how much he cared for you. The dam in your mind finally broke and everything finally came crashing down.

"I- I," you stammered looking for an answer as tears fell down your face. You looked at Stiles with a broken face and he got up from his bed and brought you into a hug.

"Baby what's going on." He asked with concern in his eyes, "has something happened, are you hurt?"

The concern that shown in his eyes made you cry even harder.

"I-, it's my mum. She sent me an anonymous text saying that she found me. And now I'm going to have to leave before she finds me, and I don't know what to do and I’m freaking out cause you’re my everything and I have to leave you.” You let out a shaky breath and he brought you into a tight hug. “But maybe I'm just to co-dependent and it's become unhealthy. But I don’t even want to think about what I would do without you, but I never want to put you in harm’s way ever. And my mind is so jumbled up I just don't even know what to think anymore."

You put your head in the junction between his head and shoulder not wanting to see his face. 

"Oh baby." He muttered, pulling you closer. “You complete me and I never want you to leave.”

"Please... Please just hold me." You brokenly whispered. Stiles pulled you even closer if that was possible and started walking towards the bed.

"C'mon it's late and you need some sleep. We can talk in the morning." He said in your ear as let you go to get under the covers. You pulled off your shoes before getting in as well and resting your head on his chest. You closed your eyes and Stiles ran his fingers through your hair. 

You could hear his heartbeat in his chest lulling you to sleep. And his evening out breath. You could tell he was asleep, but your thoughts were too loud for you to sleep. 

What were you supposed to do? How could you stay and potentially put the people you love in danger? But you didn't want to leave. You had finally built relationships around you. Finally, people to call friends. Finally, people to call family. And Stiles. You couldn't describe how much he meant to you.

You looked up at him. When you look at him you see his kindness, his ambition, his determination. You saw how devoted he is to his friends; despite all the challenges he faces he's always there for them... For you. 

You remembered all the time things had been too much. All the times you just couldn't do it anymore. The times you felt like you had no-one to turn to. And in those times you saw Stiles. Every time he was there for you, no matter what. 

Tears came to your eyes as you realized how much you loved him. You leaned up to press a light kiss to his lips. You loved him, everything about him. You couldn't leave him.

Dean : “I can’t believe I’m the sober one. That’s actually never happened before in my life.

Natasha : “If any of you cross me, I’m gonna kick the testicles clean off your body. Clean off. You’ll look like Ken dolls down there."

people are shit

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you are valid

Jealousy

Fred Weasley x g/n!reader

Charlie Weasley x g/n!reader

308 words

Fred watched with jealousy in his eyes as he saw you jump into the lake. Your beauty and grace had surrounded him for years. You had been friends for years but last year he realised he didn’t want to be friends anymore. He realised you had always been there for him. He realised how your smile was infectious. He realised he was in love with you.

Now he looks at you at what could have been.

He sees the smile on your face.

He sees the arms around your waist.

He hears the giggles coming out of your mouth.

He sees George look at him in pity. He knows, of course he knows, they’re twins for god’s sake. George knew before Fred did.

They didn’t have to exchange words for Fred to understand his brother. He comforted him and it helped, but it wouldn’t block the pain of seeing you with his own brother.

Fred had been the one to introduce you to Charlie. His brother two years older. Charlie had been there for you in a way he hadn’t. he helped you with homework Fred didn’t understand himself. He helped you with boy troubles when Fred didn’t have any experience with romance. Charlie helped you get over your ex from your 3rd year. He put a smile on your face when Fred couldn’t. He made you happy, and you slowly fell for him. And Fred had watched it all from his own two eyes.

His heart broke more and more as you two got together. You started dating at the start of fourth year and Charlie’s sixth year. It was now the summer before your fifth year. And there Fred sat, watching you and his brother. Swimming, and laughing, and kissing. His gut filled with a bad feeling, his heart broken, and his eyes filled with jealousy.

Y/N: I don't even like kids. They always have jam on their hands. Even when there isn't any jam in the house, they get jam on their hands. I can't deal with jam hands.

I don't think the supernatural fandom is ok

I just found an Instagram page called | Lucifer our Lord and saviour |

There is a reason I am gay and it is Blake Lively at the Met Gala 2022