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A word of advice to trans women

Go to your nearest target. Buy a two pack of pushup bras (24$ for 2), and target’s bra inserts (12$). Then go to your nearest Walmart and buy the Vasserette Control Shapewear Panties (2.50 each), they do wonders for helping your tuck. There you go! You just saved yourself a lot of money, you can afford to buy enough to wear every day, and best of all you look fabulous. -@twidx

You take the file Natasha’s holding out to you and sit next to her, flipping through it with a frown. “Why are we going to Star City?”

“There’s a growing crime ring there that could turn into a terrorist threat,” Steve explains.

“Who’s Damien Dark?” Sam asks, flipping through his own file. “Sounds like someone out of a comic book.” You snort and look back at the file. It seems that Sam, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and you are the only ones going on this mission. At least for now.

“He’s most likely the ring’s leader.” Natasha pulls up a picture of him on the projection monitor. “For the past couple of weeks, he’s either been impossible to track or at public gatherings.” She looks over at you. “He’s been at every single one of your boyfriend’s campaign events.”

You swallow nervously when you see Oliver’s smiling face staring up at you from the file. He still doesn’t know that you’re an Avenger, and you’d like to keep it that way for as long as you can. He’s already been through enough; he doesn’t need a superhero girlfriend and possibly an evil overlord locked on him. “Okay, so what’s the game plan?” you ask.

Steve leans forward. “We will be as undercover as we can be in Star City until someone recognizes us, which will happen eventually. We’ll be supporting Mr. Queen’s campaign. Wanda will go through Damien’s mind at each event so we know if he’s guilty and, possibly, what he’s up to.” He locks eyes with Wanda, who’s standing next to you with her arms crossed. “Is that alright?”

She nods with determination. “I can do it.”

The corner of Steve’s mouth twitches up at her words. “All right, we’ll head out in fifteen minutes so we can make Queen’s next event. ”

“Steve,” Sam says, “what about the Green Arrow?”

Natasha and Steve exchange a familiar look that makes you frown. It’s a “we-know-something-that-you-don’t” look.

“We tried to contact the vigilante so we could work with him, but got no response,” Natasha says. “We’re on our own for now.”

“Hey.” You smile, walking up to where Thea stands in the front row of Oliver’s supporters. The younger girl smiles brightly and pulls you into an enthusiastic hug.

“Hey!” she squeals and keeps her hands on your shoulders when she pulls away. “I didn’t know you were in town! Where have you been? It’s been months!”

You sigh. “My job’s kept me tied up in a bad way.” Your eyes flick to where Steve stands at the edge of the crowd, the World War II veteran hat Natasha got him pulled low over his face. His undercover get up sucks, as usual. “In fact, I’m here on business.”

Thea frowns suspiciously. “What kind of–”

She’s cut off as Oliver takes the stage in the new music hall, smiling and waving at the cheering crowd and flashing cameras. “I’ll tell you later!” you yell to Thea over the commotion. She nods and you internally sigh in relief. That will give you enough time to invent a good alibi. 

“Good evening, everyone,” Oliver greets, smiling at the crowd. His eyes move over you once before they recognize you and Oliver’s smile brightens. “It’s great to see you all here.” You can’t help the smile that comes over your face at the way he’s looking at you.

“As you probably know, I am here to support the opening of this beautiful new Star City Music Hall here in the Glades. Earlier this year, it was–”

You feel a tug on your right sleeve and turn your head to see Wanda, her eyes flashing quickly from scarlet to brown. “Wanda, what’s wrong?” you whisper, taking hold of her elbow in case she gets weak. “Wanda?”

Thea leans over your shoulder and gasps. “Hey, is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” you snap and Thea recoils. You wince at your sharp tone and the fact that you responded way too quickly. “This is my colleague. She has anxiety and doesn’t do well in crowds, I’ll be right back.”

Thea nods with concerned eyes. “I’ll save your seat.” You smile gratefully and wrap your arm around Wanda’s waist, half-carrying her to the edge of the crowd and into the entrance of a hallway so you’re partially-hidden. “What’s wrong, Wanda? What is it?”

Sam walks up to you, sporting a red hat and a casual jacket and jeans. He looks at you questioningly and you shake your head. “Damien is here,” Wanda gasps, “but something … Something is wrong. It’s twisted and dark, (y/n). It’s making me dizzy.”

“Do you see anything about him? Anything important?” Sam asks.

Wanda shakes her head. “Nothing. Except …” Her eyes suddenly widen and flash scarlet as her mouth opens into a small, surprised “O.” 

You squeeze Wanda’s trembling shoulder and lean her against the wall. She’s only proving to make you more worried at the moment–You’ve never seen her like this. “Wanda are you okay?”

She whips her head back and forth and continues to shake uncontrollably. You look at Sam helplessly and he gulps, taking Wanda’s other arm. “What do we do?” he asks.

Before you can even think about responding, the floor shakes with the familiar force of a nearby explosion and the sound of gunshots comes from down the hall. You gently lower Wanda to the floor as Sam runs to look at what’s going on. You follow, looking around the corner to see complete chaos.

People are fleeing in all directions, and masked men with guns are firing into the crowd. Oliver is nowhere to be seen, which immediately makes your chest clench in terror. You glance behind you to see Wanda still in the same state as before and are about to run into the crowd when you see a familiar blonde rushing toward you.

“Felicity!” You yell. Running forward, you take her arm and pull her behind cover. Sam pulls out his gun and guards the entrance as you pull the surprisingly-calm techie towards Wanda. “Please watch her, something’s wrong and I have to go.”

Felicity nods unquestioningly before glancing at Wanda and doing a double take. “Is that … ?” Then she looks at Sam’s crappy undercover outfit and even though his back is to you, she puts two and two together. “Oh my god.”

You smile shakily. “I’ll be back.”

Then you rush up to Sam’s side, pulling on your wrist braces as you do and, at his nod, the two of you run into the fray. 

Sam grins, walking towards where Diggle stands on the other side of the lair. “Looks like neither of us really got out of the good fight.”

“Can’t escape it.” Dig laughs and shakes his old army buddy’s hand. He sees Steve standing beside Sam and greets him with a handshake next, nodding knowingly. “Even after a lifetime.”

Steve laughs dryly, and the three veterans look around the room. Felicity, Thea, Wanda, and Natasha are all talking around the computers as Felicity tries to track the terrorists. Wanda has a blanket around her shoulders and is still shaking slightly. She doesn’t know what happened to her at the music hall, only that Damien caused it somehow. According to her, he must have somehow known that she was in his mind.

All of the information she gathered from him was erased like a computer, and you’ve already made it clear to Steve that you’re not letting her do that again.

While the two teams have gotten along well so far, the couple at the other end of the room has been in a silent dispute for nearly two hours. They were silent on the ride to the lair, silent for the first half hour and, finally, they went to the corner to talk and haven’t stopped. Everyone else is doing their best to ignore them.

“So, what’re they usually like when they’re together?” Sam asks, looking away from you and Oliver and back at Diggle. “(y/n) talks about Oliver all the time, but …”

Dig smiles a bit. “They’re great. Oliver’s happiest whenever (y/n)’s in town. I just wish he would’ve told her about his nightly activities before now. And that she told him.”

Steve nods. “(y/n)’s very strict about keeping her identity secret. She’s never told me why.” The three are silent as they all look at the other end of the room. Steve clears his throat. “Well, since they’re a bit caught up at the moment, we should probably discuss some sort of plan.” The other two men agree, and they begin discussing a plan of attack.

On the other side of the large room, (y/n) steps away from Oliver and crosses her arms over her chest. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”

He holds up a finger and narrows his eyes dangerously. Your heart sinks when he does so; that glare has never once been directed at you. “You have no right to say that to me. You did the same thing.”

“I was going to tell you today after your conference,” you hiss, trying your best not to subdue to his anger. “But then some psychos decided to shoot up the place, so I didn’t really get the chance.”

Oliver’s angry gaze doesn’t falter from you and you sigh, stepping forward and interlacing both of your hands with his. “Look, I love you, Oliver, and I really don’t want this to be what comes between us. We both kept secrets, and we both know everything now, so can we please just promise each other that we won’t lie anymore and move on?”

You pause and look down at your entwined hands. “I already hardly see you in the first place and I don’t want to lose you forever.”

He untangles his right hand’s fingers from your left’s and cups your chin gently so you look up at him. “No more secrets?” You shake your head. “And you’ll keep me updated?”

You nod, feeling the corner of your mouth twitch slightly. “And you’ll keep me updated?” He nods and smiles softly down at you, making you do the same. “Good.”

He grins and releases his hold on your chin and hand so he can wrap his arms lazily around your waist. “So we’re good?” he asks.

You laugh at his attempt to be coy and rest your hands on his strong chest. “Yes, Ollie, we’re ‘good.’”

Still smiling, he leans down and kisses you softly. You grip his shirt just a little tighter and kiss him back for a few seconds before pulling away. The two of you simply sway back and forth for a few seconds, foreheads touching as you do.

“I love you,” you breathe.

Oliver’s chest moves up with a small laugh and you feel his warm breath brush over your face. “I love you too.”

Behind The Scenes Pt. 19

Summary: The reader is Jensen’s girlfriend (fiancé) and also a cast member of the show. Discover their journey to parent hood and marriage as they go.

Author: deanwinchester-af

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 1.8k+

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

A/N: One part before it’s hiatus for this series…  Please, check this announcement. Hope y’all like this, feedback is appreciated it.

THANKS FOR READING, ENJOY ♥

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“I’m not leaving you alone, Y/N!” Jensen shouted.

You burst into laughter when Jensen messed up his line by saying your name. He hid himself from the camera by resting his head on your shoulder. His lips touching your neck as he laughed. Your dark curls covering his face.

“Don’t you dare to leave me alone, Jay!” You shouted with an over dramatic tone.

Everyone around you were laughing their ass off. It wasn’t any day when Jensen messed up genuinely. Usually it was just to make you laugh in the middle of a scene. Today was an exception, Jensen was messing up his lines. He step back after kissing your neck softly and getting back into his mark.

“And… Action!” Bob shouted.

You breathed in, waiting for Jensen to storm into the room with his Dean’s frustrated scowl. Jensen slammed the door open, making your character step up from the bed quickly. Jensen give you his best Dean’s hurt eyes. You sighed, acting sad because Katherine already know Dean’s knows.

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The sad thing about this all is if you go her Instagram account you'll find the supportive Hollanders there but the toxic ones on toms.

Letter to fellow Hollander’s

Dear Fans, To begin, this not an accusation that this fandom is not supportive, it is just to make an understanding of the situation.

Today’s Tom’s post on Instagram made it clear to his fans that he is in a relationship and that he trusts us to post something as important as that. His trust in us as fandom is scared and should be respected. It may not be an easy concept to accept that he is not single anymore and is taken, but his happiness is worth more than anything. If he felt that it was time to post something about his personal life with the world than it means that he is open with us in a way he was not before. To conclude this message, let us as a fandom respect him and be happy for him that he found someone he feels happy with and support him 100% with any of his decisions.  Thank you for taking the time to read this. I love you all, have a wonderful day!

Sincerely, A fellow Hollander.

Reblog If You Can Take Off Your Bra Without Taking Your Shirt Off.

Becoming a Father Overnight Masterlist (Finished)

Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter. 

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five 

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight 

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen 

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty 

Part Twenty One 

Part Twenty Two 

Part Twenty Three 

Part Twenty Four

Part Twenty Five 

Part Twenty Six

Part Twenty Seven

Part Twenty Eight 

Part Twenty Nine

Part Thirty 

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Fifteen

Warning!! Major Spoilers for Infinity War ahead!!!

Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter Reader

Words: 1826

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#41 “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

The title pretty much sums everything up. Also I kinda suck at summarizing this kind of stuff. 

Word count: 1720

Author: @chrixa

Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this with Peter Parker! I’m sorry if it took some time writing this, my brain got jammed for a while. Hope you like it! 

PS: Also thank you to my bae @stvrktony who helped me write this. x

You were relaxing in your bed in your spacious room in Stark Tower, Dad really overdid himself in making your room comfortable, reading a rather good book and just enjoying your evening. Sipping into the hot chocolate that Nat made earlier (she makes the best hot chocolates, mind you), you sigh in contentment. You had a great and peaceful day, as peaceful as a Stark can get though, but still, it was rare to have days like this. 

“Ms. Stark, your father says dinner is ready,” FRIDAY’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you willed yourself to get out of bed. 

“Right, thanks, FRIDAY.”

“Anytime, Miss.” And with that you got down to the dining room where everyone is gathered round. You sat on your usual seat which is between Dad and Wanda and received a couple of ‘hey’s and smiles, which you returned gratefully. 

“Anything exciting today?” Your dad asked you as he hands you your plate. 

“Besides Nat’s hot chocolate? Nah, don’t think so,” you shrugged. 

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honestly, imagine your otp

MY BLOODY EVERYTHING (Newt x reader)

Request:

Hey so could you write that scene where newt dies a little differently where he lives because his gf saves him thank you so much

Yeah of course ❤️💟 this has been on my mind too anyway 🤫😅

From the distance you could hear loud grunts and some ear piercing shouts as you ran even faster than before. Up the stairs, then around the block, eventually you found what you were looking for, but the sight you had to take in wasn’t so pleasant.

You just saw Thomas hitting out a gun of Newt’s hand. But Newt didn’t wait, he attacked Thomas right away, jumping on him, hitting him, kicking him in every way it was possible.

Thomas was laying on the ground as Newt hit him again and again. You ran to them shouting louder and harder than you have ever done in your life “Newt stop!”

As soon as the worlds left your mouth his movements stopped. He slowly turned his head towards you. He was already half crank and it broke your heart, but you had to go on. You had to win time, so the others could give him the serum.

You took a deep breath and stepped towards him, yet he still didn’t move. You had no idea what was gonna happen, and honestly you were terrified that nothing was left from your Newt, but still you kept getting closer and closer.

“Y/N, don’t.” Thomas warned you, and the moments the words left his mouth Newt screamed in a way you were sure you were gonna go deaf. You were too busy covering your ears, you didn’t see Newt knocking Thomas out and then charging towards you violently.

He came at you, and the both of you fell on the ground. His hands quickly found their way around your neck, chocking you with such a force, you didn’t knew was possible. You could feel the oxygen leaving your whole body, slowly fading away into something that was like a deep slumber. With everything you’ve had, you swung your right leg and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Newt fell next to you, and while your kick slowed him down a bit, he was on foot again in no time.

Luckily you were faster as you straddled him and tried to hold him down.

“Thomas!” You tried to wake him up while struggling to keep a screaming and kicking Newt on the ground “We’re running out of time here!”

But no answer came and you couldn’t leave Newt. You looked down at him and your face softened. He seemed so… far away.

“Love” you whispered as you could feel a tear coming down your face. “Newt, please.” You begged for him to come back to you, to be himself again, the loving, determined, calm Newt you fell in love with. You felt desperate and deep down you felt yourself losing the last little spark of hope you had in yourself. “Goddamit Newt, listen to me! This isn’t you, you have to fight this shit and beat it!” You shouted at him. “You can’t let this take you away from me, you can’t let it take over you! Please!” But Newt didn’t seem to care a thing about what you were telling him as he finally found a way out of your grasp and hit you hard in the chest.

You fell back and for a few moments you couldn’t breath properly. By the time you caught your breath, Newt was on the top of you holding a knife in his hands, aiming at you. He started pushing it into you and you grabbed his wrists, pushing him away from you.

For a moment time seemed to freeze for you as you were just laying there, under Newt, who was about to end your life. You were still keeping the knife away from your chest, but it was just a matter of seconds before you ran out of all your remaining power. You closed your eyes and decided it’s better to die by Newt than to kill him. You would never be able to do that no matter what. Even if the whole humanity’s faith would depend on it, you just wouldn’t be able to do it. You loved him too much. One last time you let that warm feeling fill you up.

From corner of your mouth your tried to smile at him as you opened your eyes. “It’s alright Newt.” You said. “I’m alright.” You told him softly and his eyes seemed to change a bit, but you were sure by now it was all your imagination. “I love you and that’s all that matters. Do it. It’s gonna be okay.” You closed your eyes and let your hands fall to the floor.

You were waiting for the sharp pain in your chest, but it never came. You didn’t dare to open your eyes until you heard a familiar voice.

“You shank, this wasn’t the plan!” You heard Minho’s irritated and angry voice as he grabbed you hard and lifted you from the ground. “I love you, that’s all that matters. I’m alright Newt.” He mimicked you as he still held you strong. “No, no and no! It’s not alright if you give up! You need to fight even if everything in you says not to!”

You couldn’t even register in your mind what he said, all you could think about was Newt. “WHERE IS HE?!” You shouted and pushed Minho off of you and looked around.

You saw Newt laying on the flooring his back, completely still. You looked at Brenda who was kneeling beside him, holding an empty injector in her hand.

“This was supposed to give him time.” She said quietly and looked to the ground. She slowly stood up.

You didn’t even look at her, you just ran to Newt and grabbed his hand strong. You felt like your throat was burning but you finally managed to crack out a few words. “I need you.” You whispered as you pulled his body closer to yours. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you but you didn’t care. “I need you more than I have ever needed anything and more than I will ever need anything in my life.” You paused. “Please Newt.” You turned your head away and tears started to stream down your face fast. You started sobbing, maybe this really was over. Maybe you really did lose him.

You heard a weak cough from Newt’s body’s way, and you thought your mind is a cruel thing to play jokes like this on you. This made you cry even harder than before.

But suddenly the coughing became louder and you looked down at Newt. You couldn’t believe your eyes. He was awake. Don’t get me wrong, he seemed like the worst version of himself, his eyes were half closed, his body seemed so weak and he was dirty as hell, but he was there and he was breathing. He was alive. Newt was alive. You couldn’t believe it.

“Guys!” You called behind your back and then turned back to Newt. “Don’t worry love, you’ll be fine.”

FEW DAYS LATER

You walking towards the room Newt was kept. After getting the temporary antidote, he seemed to wake up, but after a few sane moments he blacked out in your arms immediately.

Not long after he got the vaccine made of Thomas’ immune blood, so he was supposed to be okay. “Supposed to be.” You thought.

You were in safe heaven, you were supposed to start a new life here with Newt. You were supposed to be with Newt. Instead you were alone.

You reached the door and you pushed into ahead and stepped into the room. He was laying on his bed, perfectly still.

You walked beside him and sat down in the chair you have been sleeping in the last few days. You grabbed his hand.

“Hey love.” You greeted him.

Hours passed and you felt yourself give in to your tiredness. You were still holding Newt’s hand.

You woke up to a gentle but steady grab on your hand. You felt more awake than ever. “I’m here, I’m awake. Is everything alright?” You asked rushed, thinking it was Minho or Thomas who woke you up.

But instead your were greeted by the tired eyes of Newt. He was smiling at you.

“Hey love.” He said. His voice was raspy and quiet but you couldn’t have cared less. You couldn’t move as you could feel him sliding over in his bed, making place for you beside him and raising the blanket.

He didn’t have to say anything, you were next to him in less than a second, wrapping your arms around his waist. His body was warm, like it always was. He wrapped his arms around your body protectively and held you tight.

“You came back.” You told him after a while, not moving an inch from his embrace.

“You’re my bloody everything. I couldn’t have left you behind Y/N.” He told you and you only pushed yourself closer to him, if it was possible.

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OMG I feel so happy right now 😅🙏🏼 I wish this happened 😭😭😭

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