Out Of Left Field - Series Masterlist

Deadpool arriving in the Marvel movies, scenes like this become possible:

I can easily see Ryan Reynolds & Andrew Garfield interacting. 🤣❤️

*would be my dream?*

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑

here’s a slightly longer version of this drabble, hope you like it.

summary - you fall asleep during a scene and chris falls for you even more.

the gif isn’t mine.

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hello, i have a request for ari <3

the plot is based off the movie, but you and ari are literally a team. he’s insanely proud of you, just tooth rooting fluff<3

hi! I hope you like it, I do apologise for how short it is!

Ari stands back with the rest of the group, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches his wife walk around, helping the refugees, and giving them food, water and blankets. The group watches her converse with them. Ari wears a proud look across his face, his heart swelling with pride.

“Your wife is incredible”, Rachel breathes, the group left speechless.

Y/n starts to head back over, a stern look on her face. Once she reaches everyone, her arms are folded in front of her. She looks at everyone one by one before speaking, “now. I know it’s late, and you all want to go to sleep before what we have to do tomorrow, but we need a plan.” Everyone nods. Ari moves behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he covers her shoulders in kisses.

Y/n holds her stance as they devise a plan, her husband agreeing while placing loving kisses along her flesh. Ari’s heart fills with love as he feels like he’s falling in love with her all over again. Remembering the first time they met, where she took charge and led everyone into a battle, all lives spared.

Ari places a kiss behind her ear, whispering how much he loves her.

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Draft one** for yesterday idea

Namor x shapeshifter(human/serpent) reader

Can you write #29 with Tom 🥺

❀ home to you ❀

prompts: (29) “honey, i’m home!”

↳ established relationship, my #1 fantasy in writing, tessa steals the show as usual

word count: 829

note: girl i haven’t written anything in over a month and i’m stressed abt this, lmk what you think 🥺

flufftober drabbles (requests are closed!)

From the first day you and Tom spent in this new home, you’d commented on the annoyingly squeaky front door. It shrieks like a cat under attack at the slightest movement and is the subject of many banters between you two. Not unlike a married couple from a 90s sitcom, both of you refused to be the one to fix it, with Tom contending you should do it as you work from home while he travels, and you arguing he’d promised to do it himself first as he’s already got a background in carpentry. Thankfully, the hectic nature of your lives in the past few months have put this tiff on the backburner.

Now, though, a tiny part of you find yourself glad the door still squeals whenever it’s moved. There’s something about the flash of excitement you get when you hear it, the little frog in your chest that jumps at the realisation that Tom’s home. From your laid down position on the couch, a comforting romance book balanced over your head, your ears pick up on it immediately.

Except tonight, it’s a murmur. Hell, if your ears weren’t practically pointed up like an excited dog’s you probably wouldn’t have heard it. The three words come out faint and tired, drooping from the weight on Tom’s shoulders.

Except tonight, it’s a murmur. Hell, if your ears weren’t practically pointed up like an excited dog’s you probably wouldn’t have heard it. The three words come out faint and tired, drooping from the weight on Tom’s shoulders.

Concerned, you slip a library receipt between the pages of your book and get up, making sure you don’t wake Tessa who’s still sleeping by your feet. With a blanket still wrapped around your figure like a makeshift poncho, you quickly shuffle towards the front door. Tom has just crossed the entrance hallway into the living room, where he nearly bumps into your cocooned figure.

“Hey, darl—”

“What’s wrong?” You cut him off, eyes wide like those of a Disney character.

Perplexed, Tom freezes for a moment before his wonky eyebrow curls to meet the other. “Why, what happened?” He asks, a concerned expression making his thin lips furrow into a tiny little line. You yearn to reach up and kiss it away, but that’s for another time, when your stomach hasn’t dropped to your feet.

“You tell me.” You reply, shrugging off the blanket and wrapping it around your boyfriend’s broad shoulders. “You didn’t say it. Not like you usually do.”

Upon reflex, he burrows into the quilt, sighing as your hands rub up and down his arms. “Love, it’s been a long day, the flight back home was torture. and I have no clue what you’re saying.”

Your mouth twists into a pout and you coo, stepping forward to properly hug your boy. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry you had a tough day.” His arms slither around your waist, a cold hand slipping beneath your shirt to press itself flat against your spine. “Do you want to sit down? Or I can fix you a shower—but you’re probably starving, there’s leftovers in the oven. I’ll warm it up, unless you want to order something fresh—I saw this new shawarma place on—”

The coldness of his palms cupping your cheeks cuts you off, and you blink as you find Tom’s eyes, the corners crinkling tiredly in an endeared smile. “Baby, breathe.” He inhales deeply with you, knowing how easily overwhelmed you get, and you release your breaths together, shoulders relaxing. “I already ate, I’m too tired to shower, and the only thing I need right now,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose, “is my girl.”

Heat blooms in your stomach like a spring garden, and you wrap your arms around him once more, squeezing his torso tightly. With just as much strength, Tom hugs you back, his chin resting on your crown.

“Smooth talker,” you murmur into his overcoat, “you know how much that term affects me. S’not fair.”

His chest vibrates with laughter against your cheek and he gives you a good squeeze just for the sake of it. “How about I make it up to you by volunteering to take your pants off for you and then we see where that goes?”

The sound of his laughter as you step away from him unimpressed wakes Tessa up, and soon enough her short legs flop onto the floor with overexcitement. Colour flushes back into Tom’s skin, and he crouches down to accept the dog’s greeting, one of his hands scratching her ear and the other smoothing down her fur.

“Hi, honey, I’m home.” He coos, grinning as she licks his neck and chin, and you’re pretty if he had a tail, his would be wagging too. “Yes, princess, daddy’s home.”

Deadpan, you glare down at him with your arms crossed. “Bitch…”

Dada’s Home.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Angst to fluff

Warning: A few curse words and not proofread because i’m always too excited

Summary: Christmas isn’t so jolly when Chris misses some of his baby daughter’s first times and she doesn’t seem to remember him.

this was supposed to be super angsty but it got so stinking cute.

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Christmas has always had many connotations; warmth despite the December cold, love, jolly, and merry feeling of being among your loved ones.

“I’m sorry,” Chris had whispered, 3 weeks before Christmas day, as he hugged you from behind, “I’ll try to be here before Christmas.”

You were in a sombre mood the moment your husband, Chris, had told you about how he was requested to travel for work and there was a chance he wouldn’t be there for Christmas—it also being the first time you were going to be apart since your daughter was born and while you knew his job required a lot of traveling, you relished the domesticity of it all when he was at home with you, working from the comfort of your home and being able to see him that frequently.

It was especially disappointing having to imagine experiencing your 10-month-old daughter’s first Christmas without him.

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protection masterlist

summary — Ari is your father's best friend and business partner. His most loyal associate. So loyal, that he doesn't allow his eyes to stray from where they should be. You set out to change that.

pairing — dbf! ari x reader

warnings — swearing, discussion of violence, guns, death, eventual smut. more specific warnings in each part

part one

part two

part three

part four

flexible

A/N : another blurb inspired by a prank video. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you prank your boyfriend by putting him in the positions he puts you in during sex.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : mature content

You were hanging out at Peter’s dorm room, sitting on the couch and scrolling through your social media accounts.

“Hey whatcha doing?” Peter asks, walking into the living room. You look up from your phone.

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