#angelina jolie x y/n

[fictionalwh0ree]

just started an angelina jolie fic on wattpad if u wanna read it

linked here

[anbadann]

yk whats girl dinner??

its cate blanchett and eva green as a appetizer. then gwendoline christie as the main meal with a side of sarah paulson and charlize theron as a refresher. next is helena boham carter, with a meryl streep on the side.

OH BUT WE'RE NOT DONE YET-

whats girl dinner without angelina jolie tossed with a michelle yeoh, with a side drink of catherine zeta-jones? as a desert appetizer(cuz we gotta have a prep for the dessert) we got a anne hathaway with a bit of gwendoline christie(cuz we cant get enough of her)

Now that were ready... desert is: (im so sry if you get a headache with all the names)

a gwendoline christie with anne hathaway, meryl streep, and sarah paulson. as a little side, we got catherine zeta-jone tossed with helena boham carter then glazed with a charlize theron. as a cherry of top its a angelina jolie with eva green and kate winslet sprinkled with any other actresses/actors of your choice!

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Olympias sneaking into your room at night as you two are secret lovers.

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(NOT MY GIF!)

(Olympias X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[themuselesswriter]

A Y/N face-claims appreciation post for Museless Imagines

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Think Outside The Box

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Before you and JJ had even gotten together, you were working on how to progress your business to reach more customers. Things were moving slowly so you forgot about it until today. Until you get word from your architect that he’s ready to move forward. However, JJ doesn’t know about it. You want to tell her but you’re not sure how to go about it.

There’s Beauty in Tragedy Masterlist

Square Filled: expert (2023) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: i'm not sure if i've given the reader's assistant a name in the previous chapters. i tried looking back but didn't see it, but i skimmed it. if i did, her new name is ingrid :)

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“Are you forgetting something?”

You lean out of the window and smile at JJ. She turns and walks back over to the town car you own and kisses you through the open window. Despite living with her, you can’t ever get enough of her kisses.

“I’ll be back at five to pick you up, okay?” you ask.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Have a good day at work.”

“You, too.”

You wait until she is inside the building before your driver pulls into traffic, heading towards your building. Just this weekend, you two finished unpacking the last of her boxes despite living together for nearly three months. Everything you know about JJ, you love, and everything you don’t know about her, you get to know with both your names on the mailbox. It’s been wonderful waking up next to her every morning.

The thing with Mark is behind you and you see yourself only moving forward.

You get out of the car when your driver gets to your work, and you make your way to the top floor where your office is. Ingrid, your assistant, stands when she sees you and smiles brightly.

“Good morning, Y/N. I have messages for you that came in.”

“Thank you. Anything I should be warned about?”

“Just client calls.”

You walk into your office and sit at your desk. You pull up your calendar before going through your messages because you need to coordinate when the best time is to meet with them. Clients you’ve worked with before like Kim Kardashian, Beyonce, Cate Blanchett, and Madonna. There are two new clients you’re excited to work with, Anne Hathaway and Angelina Jolie.

The last message is from your architect, Randy Miller. He’s one of the best in America, and he built all four of your homes including two of your families’ homes. The second you hear his voice over the phone, guilt racks your entire body. Why should you feel guilty? You’re working with him on designing a new building for one of your new branches… in London. JJ doesn’t know this because of two reasons.

One, you’re not sure about the details and it’s in such an early stage that things can change at a moment’s notice. Two, you’re not sure how to bring it up to her. This has been in the works even before you two started dating. It just hasn’t gotten to the blueprint stage until now. How will she react? Will everything go according to plan or will it blow up in your face?

You pick up the phone and call Randy back, and he answers on the first ring.

“Ah, I was wondering when you were going to call me back.”

“I just got into work. I got your message. Can you send over the blueprints?”

“I can do you one better. I’m in the area. I’ll stop by.”

“Okay, Ingrid will let you in when you get here.”

You hang up the phone and sit in silence for ten minutes. During that ten minutes, you think of what you might say to JJ when you bring it up to her. You have to tell her. The last time you opened a branch, you had to be there to oversee the progress. Her life is here. She won’t like the idea of moving much less moving to another country.

A knock brings you out of your trance, and you open the door to reveal Randy with rolls of plans under his arms.

“Wow, did you get tan?”

“My wife said the same thing. The last project I was on, we did everything outside. I burned at first but then the tan broke through.” He walks into your office and sets the blueprints on your long table. “I have two sets here. One is the base for the building while the other is what I think the building should look like. Check it out.”

You roll out the plans and scan every inch of the papers.

“I like what you’ve done with the open floor plan for the lobby. If I may,” Randy gestures to the prints, encouraging you to voice your opinions, “there needs to be more room inside the labs. I want to add four more stations and a bigger gowning room.”

“Is that all?”

“For right now. You built everything I own. I trust you to do the right thing. I’m going to hire more lab staff, so I wanted a bigger space for them.”

“More lab space. You got it.” Randy jots that down on his planner. “Did you talk to JJ about this?”

“No,” you mumble.

“Y/N, I am not going to start hiring builders until you do.”

“Who are you, my mother?” you scoff.

“I have designed all of your buildings and all four of your homes. I think I’m entitled to say this.” You huff out in annoyance. “I’d hate to do such an award-winning job with no one to run it.”

“Okay, I will.”

“Good. Call me when you do, and we’ll go from there. We should go to lunch soon and catch up.”

Randy packs up the prints and leaves, and you sit at your desk in thought. You don’t want to blurt it out to JJ, so you think a present might suit the situation better. It might cushion the blow a bit. Since you’re rich beyond compare, you love to spoil JJ as much as possible. So, you have to think outside the box for this gift.

You scroll through Google mindlessly, picture after picture, article after article, until you’re so deep that you don’t know what website you’re on or how you got here. However, you’re not mad at what you see. You’ve stumbled upon abstract gifts like paintings. You don’t have enough paintings at home, and you’re always looking for something to bring color to your white and gray home.

This isn’t what JJ would want but maybe you’ll find inspiration through this. If you’re going to get art, you’ll want to get art from an expert, and you know the best expert this country has ever seen. Leo Castillo is known for hosting grand galleries that showcase not only up-and-coming new artists but also long-standing artists who make millions per piece. He’s not only into art that is showcased in galleries but he’s well known in the auction world.

If anyone knows of any good art pieces, it’s him. One phone call from you, and he’s eager to meet up at one of his galleries.

“Push all my meetings until tomorrow, Ingrid. I might be all day. You can keep them at the same time as today.”

“Okay, will do.”

You leave the office and head across town to the most elite art gallery. Leo is inside with a customer when you arrive, and you give them their privacy. This gallery might look empty and bare at first glance but world-renowned artists come from all over the world to get showcased in his galleries. Leo quickly finishes with his customer before heading over to you.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here. Welcome in,” he smiles.

“Hi, Leo. Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.”

“Anything for you, darling. What are you looking for?”

“I’m not sure. I wanted to get a gift for my girlfriend and I stumbled upon a website full of art. I don’t have enough pieces on my wall. What do you have that’s new?”

“Ah, follow me.” You follow Leo to the back past the mainstream art he keeps on display. At the very back is his more private collection, and you look at the different pieces he has on display. “I have four new artists that I’m not putting out to the public until next week. Which one do you like?”

Nothing about these artists speaks to you until you get to the last one. You pause and stare at what looks like a painting of a forest with a silhouette of someone running away. However, instead of oils or charcoal, the artist has used something you’ve never seen before. The paint is red, and the farther the trees are, the darker it gets. The closer they are, the lighter it gets to give it some depth. The paint, though, looks like it’s bleeding. The paint drips down in perfect tear-shaped droplets that look wet to the touch.

That would make a beautiful collection line. Blood-red rubies in the shape of a raindrop. You mentally take a note to explore that option when you’re back in the office.

“What about this one?”

“That one just came in,” Leo explains. “He’s a new supplier. Most new artists who get showcased here are flexible in the price, but he was very adamant.”

“How much?”

“2.5 million.”

“I’ll take it,” you say without hesitation. “Also, do you know of any good auctions?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. The man who made this painting is actually part of it. There is an auction in a few days. I can get you on the list if you want.”

“Please.”

“Alright. I’ll have this boxed up and sent to your address within a few business days. My assistant, Laura, will handle the payment. Laura!”

After paying for the painting, you leave to pick up JJ from work. She doesn’t look the same as when you dropped her off this morning. She looks more stressed. Maybe a nice dinner will take her mind off whatever is bothering her. However, even after a nice dinner, that same nagging feeling hasn’t gone away. May as well rip the bandaid about London off while you can.

“Hey, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” You look up and see the look on her face. She’s stressed. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. Just work.”

“Tell me. If you can.”

She sighs and rests her elbows on the kitchen island. “It’s just this unsub here in Virginia. He’s kidnapping young women faster than we can catch up. He dumps their bodies after he drains them of blood. We’re not sure what he does with that.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Yeah. I just hate not being able to do anything. He snatches a woman and disappears until he dumps their bodies.” There’s no way you can tell her about London. Not now. Not while she has bigger things on her mind. Plus, you still have a lot of time left before you need to make a decision. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Nothing. It can wait until after your case. You’re doing a good job, baby.”

“Thank you,” she smiles.

“Forget the dishes for tonight. Let’s go to bed.”

“Okay.”

You kiss her sweetly and take her hand. There is one way you can make her forget about her troubles. You wish you could stay in your little bubble a little while longer, but you have work to do just as much as she does. She doesn't know about the auction, and you’re going to keep it that way.

The day of the auction comes sooner than you think it will, and you’re in line to check-in. Like Leo promised, you’re on the list so there’s no issue getting you in. This auction is only for the elite; for people who have so much money they don’t know what to do with it. You’re given a book of the items that are being put up for sale, and you take your seat while browsing through it. There are a few items here that JJ might like, so you have your eyes set on those.

Someone might try to outbid you, but you’re secure in your money enough to know you will win.

As soon as everyone finds their seats, the auctioneer begins. First are the jewelry items, but you don’t pay them any mind. If you’re going to wear jewelry, it’s going to be designed by you.

“Next on the list is a white gold Patek Philippe wristwatch. A new self-winding perpetual calendar has been added to the Patek Philippe collection. It comes in a Calatrava case with beautifully scalloped lugs and applied Breguet numerals. Ultra-thin mechanical self-winding movement. Interchangeable solid and sapphire crystal case backs. Alligator strap with square scales, hand-stitched, shiny navy blue, fold-over clasp. The starting bid is fifty thousand dollars.”

“Fifty,” you say and raise your paddle with your seat number on it.

“Sixty,” a woman says.

“Seventy,” you say.

“One hundred thousand.”

“One hundred thousand! Do I hear one hundred and ten?” the auctioneer asks.

“Two hundred thousand.”

The woman must think that’s too much for a watch, even for Patek Philippe, so she doesn’t say anything else.

“Two hundred thousand going once… Going twice… Sold to number 219!”

You hide your grin at the prize you just won for JJ. The next several items don’t interest you until they get to the paintings. The same kind of dripping paint you saw in Leo’s store comes into view, and you remember him saying the artist has items in auctions. This painting isn’t a forest, though, it’s a body of water whether that be a lake or the ocean. Looks like several people are interested in buying it because it goes quickly.

“Now, for the last item, I have a modern cabin in the woods designed by Zaha Hadid located in the Appalachian Mountains. This modern cabin has five bedrooms and four bathrooms along with a home theater and a game room. The starting bid is three hundred thousand dollars.”

Almost everyone puts up their paddles for this until it’s down to two. You and the same woman as before.

“One million, five,” you say.

“One million, seven.”

“Two million.”

“Do I hear three?” the auctioneer asks. The woman grumbles in annoyance but doesn’t put her paddle back up. “Two million going once… going twice… Sold! 219! Thank you all for coming but that is the end of this auction. Stay tuned for more items in the future. Winners, please claim your items with our staff off to the right.”

You get up and walk to one of the workers who bring out the watch you won. The title of the cabin will be sent to you in the mail along with anything else that comes with it. You go home that night and see JJ on the couch with a glass of red wine in her hands. You were hoping this would soften the blow of the whole London thing, but maybe not.

“Hey, I got you something. A present for being so damn amazing.”

“You’ve already given me so much,” she chuckles and sets the glass down.

“I know but I know you’ll love this.” You hand her the wrapped gift. “Open it.” She does and she gasps when she sees the watch. “I know your watch broke and I thought you could use a new one.”

“Baby, this is gorgeous. Where did you get this from?”

“I was at an auction today. Patek Philippe is very good. Do you like it?”

“I love it. Thank you,” she grins.

“That’s not all. I also got us something we can both use. I bought us a cabin located in the Appalachian Mountains. I know how much you love snow and nature, and I thought this would be perfect for us to spend a few weeks in the winter. The title will be mailed to me along with pictures and such.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“You must have done something right,” you grin and kiss her.

This is supposed to be a new chapter in your lives, so you’re going to push the London thing as far as you can right before it all comes crashing down around you.

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[lazycats-stuff]

Hello I was wondering if you could do a Batfam x teen reader, where the reader is like Lara croft from Tom Raider. The reader love going on adventure to ancient ruin and collect artefacts. The story is up to you, of course!

Thanks you for your amazing writing!

(sorry, English isn't my first language)

I can do it! I remember watching Angelina Jolie in the role, I loved it! Thanks for the compliment anon. Don't worry, English isn't my first language too.

Summary: (Y/N) loved collecting artefacts. It can come in helpful sometimes.

Warnings: looking for the Holy Lance, mentions of Jesus and religious content, Matthias Vogel is here as an enemy, (Y/N) is scared of him, mentions of near death experience, Bruce is a protective dad.

Out of all the children he has, Bruce sees (Y/N) the least. He comes here for a few weeks and then he is of on another adventure. Bruce was very skeptical of him, but to say that would be hypocritical is an understatement.

So Bruce taught him every skill he knows to help him on his adventures. The boys did so too and they were always interested in what he collected. They all listened to the stories with a lot of interest and Bruce made a little museum in the manor.

Bruce knew that (Y/N) would do this for as long as he lives, because he was always adventures, even when he was a kid. Bruce had so much scares with him and a few gray hairs to prove it.

At the moment, (Y/N) was back home in USA, Gotham, New Jersey. He was sleeping in his room, knocked out from exhaustion. Bruce picked him up from the airport late last night while others were getting ready to go on patrol.

Bruce decided to leave (Y/N) sleeping and the others were going to be surprised. Damian loved his older brother to death and he missed him during his adventures, even though Damian would rather die than to admit it.

Bruce was in the kitchen, drinking the coffee that Alfred has prepared for him. He waited for his sons to come down. (Y/N) would probably come down in a few hours at best, but he did sleep through the entire flight. Maybe he could come down during breakfast.

" I see you are more relaxed master Bruce. " Alfred noted, turned to the stove, making some eggs for him.

" I am. (Y/N) is back and I can finally feel more relaxed. " Bruce explained and Alfred raised his brow.

" He is? "

" Yes, we came back when the others were getting ready for patrol. It will be a nice surprise. "

" Where was he this time? " Alfred asked.

" He was in Egypt. He looked for a temple and something that I can't even pronounce. " Bruce said and Alfred nodded, serving him the eggs.

The others were getting down too and the piled into the kitchen. There were quiet murmurs of good mornings and a grunt from Jason.

" I miss (Y/N). " Dick said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

" Me too. " Tim chimed in, already having a cup of coffee in hands.

Jason just sighed quietly, not in the mood to talk. He was never and never will be a morning person. " Where is he anyway father? "

" Egypt. " Bruce answered shortly, sipping more of his coffee. Damian just nodded, rubbing his eyes too. He yawned behind his hand, thanking Alfred for bringing him the food.

" Good morning. "

Four heads whipped to look at the entrance door, all various stages of shock. Dick leapt from his chair, embracing his brother tightly. Jason followed after blinking a few times and Tim and Damian nearly trampled over one another to embrace their brother.

(Y/N) smiled, trying to breathe.

" I love you both, but you kind of need to let me go. " (Y/N) wheezed out and they did let him go, sitting back down at their spots.

" When did you come back? " Damian asked, pouring him some coffee.

" You were going on patrol on at the time. " (Y/N) explained and everyone but Alfred looked at Bruce.

" I wanted to surprise you all. " Bruce just explained and there were a few huffs heard. He chuckled at the displeasure of not knowing where their brother is.

" And what did you find? " Jason asked and (Y/N) started talking. Bruce hid his smile behind his mug. He knew that it would be like this for another few weeks before (Y/N) goes on another adventure.

" Wow. And Bruce brought you here without telling us. " Jason said, giving Bruce a mock glare.

" He was exhausted and he needed his sleep. " Bruce explained himself and Jason just shook his head.

" Does it really matter? It's a nice surprise. " Alfred chimed in and Jason had to agree. It was nice to see his brother.

" Where do you think you are going next? " Tim asked and (Y/N) tilted his head in thought.

" I don't know. Maybe find the Arc of the Covenant or something like that. " Everyone laughed at that and (Y/N) with them. Maybe he should embark on such religious adventure. Especially in regard to the Catholic Church. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to find that Arc.

" Maybe you should. " Jason noted.

" Maybe I will and go down in history as the person who found the Arc of the Covenant. " (Y/N) laughed as he drank his coffee. Maybe he should.

" And then we can claim more fame. " Tim joked, sending the table into an another wave of laughter.

(Y/N)'s mask itched on his face as he walked with Bruce through the Zeta tube. He only wore when he was needed for the Justice League as an expert on ancient artefacts. They had an expert on magical artifacts and then they had (Y/N).

Bruce wanted to protect (Y/N)'s identity since they had new heroes coming to the League. (Y/N) sighed quietly, adjusting the mask. He just wanted to rip this mask off, but he couldn't due to Bruce.

" Just an hour or so and then you can go home. " Bruce said, not ever looking back as they walked through the halls to the conference room. Apparently they had some rumors about the power that the Holy Lance has.

The Lance also had some blood of Jesus Christ when he was crucified and according to some magic wielders there is also mind control in the mix too.

It was something that the Justice League wanted to have, to safe keep, away from the League of Light, considering that if it fell into wrong hands, there would be a lot of chaos and terror from the Light.

(Y/N) has heard of it and has heard it's legend, but there were already lances claiming to be the holy one, so he didn't really bother with searching one. Apparently there is one under the St. Peter's Basilica and there is one in Vienna too.

(Y/N) shook his head as he saw Superman and Wonder Woman. The trio exchanged hugs and some kisses, at least on Wonder Woman's side. (Y/N) was considered a nephew and that meant that they worried for him when he was away on his adventures.

When ever (Y/N) was out on his adventures, Superman listened intently. Clark told (Y/N) a few years back that if he was ever in trouble that didn't seem like he could get out of, call.

It has only happened once and not even Bruce knows about. (Y/N) didn't want to worry him.

" Oh my dear nephew, where have you been? " She asked, leading him to the conference room, leaving the two men behind. Wonder Woman loved (Y/N) a lot and she often complained that she wasn't seeing him enough, but she knew that going on adventures is his pure passion.

She is not going to take that away from him. She is not evil.

The two fell into a nice conversation, sitting next to each other. Bruce and Clark stepped in, along side Hal, Victor, Barry and Arthur. They also got visibly excited at the sight of their rarely seen bat kid. There were pats on the back and some side hugs.

" Okay, now that we have all gathered here, we can start. " Batman said and everyone grumbled.

" We see this kid rarely as it is and you want to work? You are cruel. " Green Lantern grumbled, Flash nodding in agreement. Cyborg and Aquaman agreed, but they didn't voice it.

" This is an important meeting for an important mission. We have no time to waste. "

(Y/N) suppressed a chuckle. To him, his father was always funny when he was trying to sound so strict and scary. (Y/N) knew early on that Batman and Bruce Wayne are two different people. And when you live with him long enough, it becomes funny.

" Now, what we are looking for is this lance. " Bruce said, pressing a few buttons to show a picture on the screen. " It's supposedly a lance that was used to stab Jesus Christ during his crucifixion. It's supposed to have some blood of Jesus on it. But the reason why we are looking for it's because it has a power. Mind control. " Bruce paused, nodding to (Y/N).

" There are about 3 lances claiming to be the Holy Lance. One is Rome, on is in Krakow and the other one is in Vienna. But there is no proof that they are the real deal. The information that I have says that it could be found in Armenia. Fun fact, Hitler was obsessed with it. " (Y/N) said, tapping on the screen. It's a photograph of a cave.

" Now, this is the place where it's supposed to be, but it's not confirmed. With the help of my dad, we intercepted intel from Matthias Vogel. He is a treasure hunter and a leader of mercenaries. They haven't confirmed it yet, but I did. I talked to my sources and friends and I have confirmed it. Do you have an idea what the cave is?" (Y/N) asked, shifting in his chair.

" The tomb of Jesus. " Superman chimed in.

" You are correct. He is officially buried in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, but the body can't be traced back to Jesus. The Church was built near the crucifixion site, according to the Bible. " (Y/N) finished and everyone else was shocked at the knowledge that (Y/N) showed. Holy shit.

" Wow. " Flash said, making (Y/N) chuckle.

" Yeah, I know. " (Y/N) said and Bruce had to suppress a smile. (Y/N) was his boy.

" We are going first thing tomorrow. " Batman announced and the meeting was over. The father son duo looked at each. Bruce knew that Vogel is (Y/N)'s enemy and that worried him. (Y/N) is a skilled person, but this is something that Bruce would never take lightly.

(Y/N) was trained very well and he managed to take Deathstroke once, but Vogel nearly killed (Y/N) once. That was the time that Bruce doesn't know about Superman's help. (Y/N) came home a bit wrecked, but he did tell Bruce that Vogel has tried to kill him. He didn't know about Superman's help and (Y/N) lied to Bruce about the extent of his injuries.

Everyone left Bruce and (Y/N) alone and (Y/N) walked up to Bruce who was still sitting down.

" We have to bring Robin. " (Y/N) said quietly, leaning down to hug Bruce. He knew that his dad was angry about the near death experience and Bruce gave him a hug.

" We will. I'm more concerned about Vogel. If Robin finds out about him, he is going to kill him. " Bruce replied, just as quietly. He didn't want to think about it.

He was just happy to have his son alive and well.

The flight to Armenia went through without a hitch. It was easy and the ride to the cave, where Jesus is supposed to be buried. Matthias Vogel was nowhere to be seen and (Y/N) wanted to keep it that way. Damian sat down next to (Y/N) in the car and he could understand how freeing this is.

Thankfully, they went in the autumn, when the weather is was just perfect. Not to hot and not to cold. Damian already made a note to ask (Y/N) to join in on one adventure.

" Here it is. " (Y/N) announced, looking through the sunglasses. Damian and (Y/N) jumped out, walking towards it. Batman and the others followed close behind. Hal made some light with his ring and Cyborg analyzed it with his vision.

" It seems to be going deeper. If we move the big rock, then we will be able to get through. " He said, looking around.

Superman quickly moved it and Batman went first. Everything was quiet at first, before (Y/N) heard a familiar voice.

" It's here. It's a shame that (Y/N) isn't here. " Matthias Vogel said and (Y/N) froze. Flash took them all out. They were knocked out within a second.

They didn't see them coming.

" Okay, lets take the lance and go. This is one of the easier missions we have ever had. I don't want to mess it up. " Robin said and (Y/N) took the Lance.

(Y/N) still felt uneasy at the voice of Mathias Vogel. He didn't want to know what the sentence meant and he didn't want to guess. He woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air.

He felt scared for the first time in a year. He stood up on shaky legs as he went to Bruce's room. He tried to breath normally, but he couldn't.

The nightmare took everything out of him as he opened the door quietly. Bruce lifted his head up, opening his eyes. (Y/N) didn't have to say anything, he just lifted the covers up.

(Y/N) closed the door behind himself, before crawling under them. Bruce wrapped him up in the warm covers, bringing him closer to him. He gave him a kiss on the head before (Y/N) buried his head into Bruce's chest.

" Nothing will happen to you. " Bruce said quietly in the dark, as if he knew what has scared (Y/N).

(Y/N) teared up a little and Bruce embraced him tightly. (Y/N) closed his eyes once more as he tried sleep.

(Y/N) and Bruce fell asleep, (Y/N) feeling safe in his father's arms.

[uyuforu]

Celebrities Astrology Masterlist

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જ⁀➴ Solar Return Predictions for Celebrities (2024-2025)

જ⁀➴ Predicting Celebrities Future Spouses

જ⁀➴ Predicting Weddings Timing for Celebrities

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જ⁀➴ Angelina Jolie

B

જ⁀➴ Beyonce

C

જ⁀➴ Charles Leclerc (F1 Pilot)

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G

H

જ⁀➴ Harry Styles

I

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જ⁀➴ Jack Harlow

જ⁀➴ Jennie Kim (BLACKPINK)

જ⁀➴ Jungkook (BTS)*

*why only jungkook from BTS members? = jungkook is the only member from bts that confirmed his birth time so only jungkook's astrology readings would be accurate. Until other members confirm theirs, I'll do Jungkook astrology first.

K

જ⁀➴ Kylie Jenner

L

M

જ⁀➴ Minho Lee (Actor)

જ⁀➴ Mingyu Kim (Seventeen)

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O

P

જ⁀➴ Pedro Pascal

Q

R

S

જ⁀➴ Sabrina Carpenter

જ⁀➴ San Choi (ATEEZ)

જ⁀➴ Selena Gomez

T

જ⁀➴ Taylor Swift

જ⁀➴ Timothée Chalamet

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[rosasolos]

ASSISTANT / A.JOLIE

pairing .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ angelina x fem!reader

summary .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ you are angelina’s assistant and after she finished her interview you guys go back to hers and something happens between you two.

warnings .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ nsfw/smut, cursing, age gap ( you are 39 angie is 47 )

A/N .⭒ ۪ 𖥔 ˑ ִ ֗ sorry for any grammar errors

“So angelina what is you’re favorite childhood memory?” the interviewer says while looking at angelina. “Well when i was around 11 me and my neighbor used to go to this playground and climb the monkey bars.” angelina says while smiling at the camera, “well this has been very fun angelina i hope you have an amazing day.” the interviewer says while turning her head to look at angie. “this was amazing thank you so much for having me bye.” angelina says while getting up from her chair. “Ms jolie, the limo will be here in 5!” you say while looking as jolie’s calendar, “okay thank you y/n.” angie says while closing her water bottle lid.

“The limo is here ms jolie would you like me to take you’re bag?” you say while looking at angelina waiting for a response, “Yes thank you say much y/n.” “Okay so today at 3 you have a late lunch with dior and tomorrow you have a massage then your Vogue photoshoot then you have a dinner with ms portman.” “Thanks y/n i don’t know what i would do if you weren’t here!” Angelina says while looking at you’re clipboard. “Excuse me miss we are here.” The driver says while looking back at the both of you, “Oh perfect, here let me get the door.” You say to angie while opening her you’re door then hers.

You get Angelina’s keys out of her purse and unlock the door. “Okay we should probably go to your closet and try on those outfits that Chanel sent.” You say while looking at Angelina for approval “perfect let me just go grab a energy smoothie and I’ll meet you up there.” Angelina says while making her way to the kitchen.

You go upstairs and turn the knob of angelina’s walk in closet, you place her purse and shopping bags from earlier today. You grab the box’s chanel sent while you hear the door creak. “Hello, y/n you in here?” angelina says while opening the closet door. “Yep im in here i opened the box’s.” you say loudly while turning you’re head back for a sec.

Angie opens the door fully and taps you’re shoulder “oh my goodness they are so gorgeous I’m dying!” angie says in a joyful tone “yes they are very beautiful ms jolie.” you say while looking at some necklaces that they also sent, “How many times have I told you to not call me ms jolie just call me angelina y/n” “I’m sorry ms jolie crap i mean angelina.” you say in a nervous tone of voice “it’s fine y/n” Angelina says while putting her head in you’re shoulder, you start to blush and angelina sees you blushing but you quickly turn away and hopes she thinks nothing about it.

“we’re you blushing y/n?!” Angelina says in a teasingly tone. “uh..uh no” you say it a very nervous tone, angelina pulls you in and kisses you “I’m sorry y/n i don’t know what i was thinking” angelina says while opening the door to leave “no wait I liked it!” you say while pulling angelina back inside by her hand.

You pull her c in and you start to kiss angelina, slowly adding your tongue to the kiss. You move you around her back. “wow y/n i didn’t know you were a good kisser!” angelina says. angelina continues making out with you and then lifts you up on to her closet island.

angelina slowly slides her hand into your skirt, and starts massaging your inner thigh *you slighty moan* “do you like that?” Angelina says while continuing to massage your inner thigh.

you look at your watch its 2:40 “uhm-ms jolie uh-uhm *you moan slightly* its 2:40 *you moan loud* you have your lunch soon” you say while Angelina keeps pleasuring you. “shit we should stop then” Angelina says .

you both stop and fix your selves up and you help Angelina get ready.

That’s it i know i haven’t posted in a bit sorry

[rattyshipss]

Presidential level jealousy (Chapter 4) "Dressed to kill"

Stanley Forbes x reader (Me✌️💖) (Romantic) Pip, Ravi, Cara, Jake, and Devon x reader (Platonic)

Below is a reference to what mine and Stanley's costumes look like, minus my Chucky one (Thank you Matthew for this pic😌💖)

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"There's a killer stalking the white house and you're throwing a party!"

Said party the group was currently getting ready for, Pip and Ravi in their Bonnie and Clyde couples costume, Pip's hands still partially stained from helping Josh with his Batman costume before they left. Connor and Jamie both dressed up as characters from their favorite childhood show, Zack and Lauren in a disgustingly lovey dovey couples costume, they couldn't decide between an angel and devil or Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, settling on a mix between the two. And finally Cara, in her incredibly detailed Robin Buckley costume from her and Pip's Stranger things watch nights.

All getting ready to meet the others at the white house, of all places, Pip still wondered how they'd even managed to get in but thankful that they did, they needed to, to find Chucky and Grant.

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Stanley and (Y/n) were at their shared home also getting ready. Stanley normally wouldn't give Halloween too much attention, except it was (Y/n)'s favorite holiday. They both decided to at least dress up, both head to toe in black outfits with matching black eye makeup, nothing specific, just... spooky. The pair not wanting to go all out after the year they'd had, nothing too big, but still dressed up.

(Y/n) was sitting on Stanley's lap, facing him and helping him with his eye makeup, intermittently having to touch up certain spots from the smudges caused by your periodic make out sessions, unfortunately because of the situation you guys were dealing with you didn't have time for anything more. You couldn't help yourselves though, seeing eachother all dressed up. "What time does this thing start?" Stanley said, not even knowing himself if he meant the party or the plan.

"8:45" she smiled, causing Stanley to throw his head back, partially in annoyance at their time constraints and partially in adoration of her smile. "Hey I need to finish." She said, tilting his head back up, rolling her eyes. "But we have all night when we get back... if we don't die." And Stanley nearly choked on nothing. "Except for the trick or treaters." He countered, even though he was more than ready to see her being so sweet with all the children. No matter how fucked his past was she always found a way to make any part of it seem beautiful.

(Y/n) finished up Stanley's makeup, stepping away from him to put everything away as Stanley watched her closely from his seat, her other costume packed and ready.

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8:35 pm, the group arrives at the white house, Halloween costumes and all, as if this year wasn't already scary enough. As they stepped out of the car it was like the coffee shop on steroids, security guards practically every few feet, large groups of people in costumes just, enjoying the holiday. They stood at the bottom of the grand steps staring up at the building. Jake in a cowboy Chucky costume, Devon in a construction Chucky costume, and finally (Y/n) in a girl Chucky costume, each fit with their own "accessories" in preparation for entering.

"Thoughts and prayers?" (Y/n) said looking toward Connor nervously who laughed uncomfortably in reply. Devon spoke next as they made their way up the steps. "I don't believe in prayer, not anymore, but I do believe in us." Jake nodding between the two. "Me too." Devon stopped as they were about to reach the entrance. "Let's do this for them." He said, referencing all the people Chucky had taken from them, aswell as the victim in Pip's case.

"And they'd want us to go fuck that fucker up."

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As they entered they were met with more security, slapping bracelets on their wrists to mark their entry. "Next." (Y/n) walked through the the scanner first, immediately setting it off as she looked back towards the others nervously. The security guard waved the metal detecter wand over her partially exposed body, stopping at her head, the man mumbling under his breath and ripping the hair clip from her head causing her long red hair to fall down her shoulders. "What? Hey!"

"Next."

Jake walked through next, also setting off the alarm. "Whoa, easy cowboy. I'm gonna have to take that." The man said gesturing to Jake's lasso. "Seriously?" The man scoffed in clear annoyance, giving a sarcastic smile before replying coldly "Yeah."

"Next."

Devon walked through after, setting off the alarm, again. The man waved the metal detecter over Devon before patting him on the back, smiling.

"Have fun."

The rest of the group quickly following through, one by one, as (Y/n) and Jake rolled their eyes. "Fuck, there goes that. And my costumes ruined." (Y/n) said as Stanley jogged up to catch up to her. "You always look hot." Cara laughed, causing (Y/n) to shrug in agreement. "I still have my phone, so as long as we get Chucky on camera doing his thing, we can get it out there. We can tell Grant and the president, and Pip will have time to talk to Grant. We got this"

"Do we?!" (Y/n) asked, turning around to face the others. "Are people even gonna believe us? It's called a deep fake they'll just think it's special effects." Jake sighed in reply.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"No."

(Y/n) shook her head while the rest of the group listened. "We still have to subdue him somehow, he's won't talk just cause we say please, that might work on Grant, not Chucky." Pip crossed her frustrated with the holes in their plan. "We just have to work with whatever we find in here." Jake looked between the two girls before stepping past them. "We sure as hell aren't gonna find anything we can use on Chucky here." The group walking synchronized again. "We need to get upstairs to the residence." Devon said causing the others to look towards (Y/n), especially Stanley.

"Leave that to me."

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They walked through another very tall, very wide entrance into another room, this room even more packed with people dressed in costumes. Before they could take three steps into the room someone dressed as a clown jumped infront of the group, yelling inches from their face. "I hate Halloween."

Stanley knew that was a lie, probably the biggest lie she's ever told, and she's had to lie to him about Chucky. Halloween was always her favorite holiday, even after everything that happened on both sides for them. After what happened to Stanley she had even asked him if he'd be more comfortable if they didn't celebrate it anymore, he of course denied her offer, but thought she was the sweetest for even asking.

Past the decently sized fake cemetery archway was where most of the people were, dancing, drinking, laughing. The group walked past a mime doing a high kick, Frankenstein's monster, and about a dozen witches, all the masks around making Ravi feel uneasy. They stared at their surroundings in awe, looking at all the lights, the people, and the giant swirling hypnosis type screen behind the dj, before the group heard (Y/n) let out a shriek. "Boo!" "Oh, shit!" They turned to see Grant with his arms wrapped around her from behind, Stanley having to resist the urge to rip him off of her.

"Hey, (Y/n). It's so good to see you." Grant said pulling her into a hug. "Happy Halloween!" She smiled at him, nervously looking towards Stanley. "Oh, you look amazing." Shit. Now she was even more anxious about Stanley. "T-thanks. You too." Grant looked nervous too, about half as nervous as she was, but still nervous. "Oh, um, I want you to meet my parents. They're over here." "Oh, cool. yeah." Grant lead her towards them, the rest of the group following closely behind.

"Mom, dad. Hey, excuse me, sorry." Grant said nudging some important looking people away from his parents. "This is (Y/n), um, and Jake and Devon, and... everybody else." He laughed awkwardly. "Hello. James Collins." Grant's dad shoot (Y/n)'s hand. "Hi. Nice to meet you." The rest of their introductions following.

Stanley knew it was stupid, knew it wasn't that big of a deal but he couldn't help it, couldn't help feeling that deep pit in his stomach, a mix of sadness and embarrassment at the fact that he couldn't bring (Y/n) to meet his parents. That was what normal couples did, he'd met hers, but she could never meet his.

"I just love your outfits." Grant's mother smiled at them. "Our son Henry loves Good Guys too. And Stranger Things." She said gesturing towards Cara who did a little bow. The Chucky look alikes thanking her. "Mine's the best though, right?" Devon said, doing a little twirl, Grant's mother laughing. "It's very impressive." "I know a guy." Devon said, leaning closer to Jake who tilted his head with a smile. "I take it you're the guy?" "Yeah. Jake" Jake replied with a smile, everyone smiling with what seemed to be genuin smiles for once, letting their guards down for a second and just enjoying themselves, even if the topic still revolved around Chucky.

"(Y/n), I admit I haven't heard much because our son is pretty tight-lipped, at least with his family." His mother said looking over (Y/n)'s features as Grant rolled his eyes embarrassed. "But what I have heard is great." The conversation faded away as Grant's father seemed to be distracted by something, or someone.

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"Hey, Grant, where is your brother?" (Y/n) said as the group followed Grant. "Henry? Uh, he's upstairs. He's having some kind of, like, mental breakdown or something." Grant said shaking his head and shrugging. "Oh, is there any way that we could see the residence?" She asked, immediately seeing Grant tense up. "Oh, um, that's kind of, like, a whole other thing. I mean, you thought the invite protocol was hard."

"I mean," (Y/n) stepped closer towards him. "I'd love to see your room." Grant, aswell as the rest of the group froze, Stanley gritting his teeth. "Yeah, for sure, follow me."

This was gonna be a long night.

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Happy Halloween!🎃🔪❤️

[badwithten]

wip tracker

using this to keep track of all my wips! if you are interested in any of these and want to know more/be added to a taglist for it just lmk :)

tower of silence | nct 

status in progress 

- part 1 - done!

- part 2 - done!

- part 3 - 1.5k words (last updated 10/1/2023)

pairing nct x fem!reader

featuring sungchan, jisung, yangyang, ten, doyoung, taeyong, xiaojun, jaemin, jungwoo, johnny, haechan, kun, taeil, yuta, jaehyun, winwin & rejun

genre dystopia, angst

synopsis Dema. The Tower of Silence. The holy land. A place full of fake promises and false security. A world divided by nine and ruled by one. No one gets in and no one gets out. With new bishops coming into play and the creation of a new power system, cracks in the barrier begin to reveal themselves. This may be the only chance the people of Dema have to save themselves. But after another failed attempt of leaving Dema, Y/N returns beaten and broken but she’s more determined than ever to leave. This time, she’s not alone. A story of triumph and failure, of blood and bruises, of love and loss. Trench lays on the outskirts of Dema. Can sins be forgotten and betrayal be forgiven when entering a new life? Or is all hope gone when the first step into no man’s land is taken?

lovely, dark and deep | jaehyun

status in progress - 800 words (last updated 3/1/2023)

pairing jaehyun x fem!reader

featuring jackson wang

genre angst

collab 1989 collab, based off of ‘out of the woods’ by taylor swift

synopsis Fame wasn't made for lovers. You should've known, if not even Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt could survive a Hollywood relationship, then what made you think you could? After too much pain caused by the spotlight, Y/N L/N and Jaehyun Jeong are forced to call it quits. Years later and Y/N has moved onto a new relationship, but she finds herself falling back into the comfort of her former lover. Despite their best efforts, it’s not that easy to leave the dark parts of a relationship behind

the code to falling | i.n.

status in progress - 1.7k words (last updated 27/12/2022)

pairing in x fem!reader

featuring the rest of skz and lee jeno 

genre angst

synopsis After falling out of love with her past boyfriend, Y/N needs to pick up the pieces and move on. She does this with the comfort of her close friend Yang Jeongin. But after a couple of shameful nights, soon Jeongin is the one falling in love. Y/N is devastated as she has to fall away from another relationship so soon. 

the 7 princes of hell | superm

status not started

pairing superm x fem!reader

featuring kai, ten, lucas, taeyong, mark, taemin and baekhyun 

genre n/a

synopsis “There have been various attempts throughout history by theologian scholars in the classification of Christian demons for the purpose of understanding the biblical and mythological context of adversarial spirits. Theologians have written dissertations in Christian demonology, classical occultism, classical mythology and Renaissance magic to clarify the connections between these spirits and their influence on various demons” Yet these classifications fail to cover the modern-day demons. They exist in every corner of the world. Conquering those who sin and punishing the ones who obey. Let me take you on a journey to meet the seven princes of hell

[ivangzama]

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[fictionalwh0ree]

Could you do an Angelina Jolie x Reader where I was just never the right time 2 tell Angie but finally one night after one of the Eternals premieres they do & the kids love it?

finally- angelina jolie

summary: you've been in love with your bestfriend for years, and one day you decide to come clean.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mild swearing

a/n: i got another request v similar to this one by @mainly-rebloging-fics-i-like.

you and angie had been best friends for years, having met on the set of foxfire in 1996. you two were practically inseparable since then and were always there for each other on your quick rise to fame. you were always seen together on and off-screen.

you two had become an iconic hollywood friendship.

friendship.

the word hurt like a ton of bricks and you so wished you could be more.

you'd feel a pang every time you'd see it on a magazine headline. it seemed as though the universe was rubbing it in that you had been in love with your best friend for over twenty years.

you'd never intended for it to get like this. first, it was her boyfriends, then marriage, and then kids. you just never seemed to get the chance to tell her. now it was too late for you, you thought.

your most recent project was the eternals, a marvel movie angelina was in, too. it had become highly anticipated by everyone, including the cast.

it was about a month away from the premiere and you were headed to angelina's house. jason bolden had offered to style both of you and you were going to finalize plans. on your way, you stopped at a grocery store to pick up candy for the kids. as you waited in line, you scanned over the gossip magazines. one caught your eye, the headline reading,

angelina jolie seen out on a date. is she over brad?

you rolled your eyes, browsing the subheading claiming that she was dating again. you knew it was bs immediately by the poor quality photo taken from a good distance away. it had obviously been misinterpreted, anyone with eyes and a brain cell could tell. nonetheless, the magazine still seemed to put you in a pissy mood, even if you hadn't quite noticed it.

when you walked through the door, you noticed angie sitting on the couch.

"i'm here," you greeted.

immediately, you were hounded by her children. you lifted the bags of candy above your head, hearing protests from her children, although they could probably reach the bags if they wanted to.

"woah, nice to see you, too," you taunted.

"guys," angie warned gently from the couch where she was looking over at you.

"thank you," you said before walking into her kitchen to place the bags down. as you walked, you heard a chorus of questions as her kids asked about the candy.

"did you bring reese's?" one called.

"did you bring sour patch kids?" another asked at the same time.

"is there any chocolate?" you heard as well.

"i've known every single one of you since you joined this family, i think i'd remember what candies you guys like," you said as you handed it out.

they all thanked you and you took a seat next to angelina on the couch.

"i never understood why you didn't have kids of your own," she stated, handing you a hot cup of coffee.

"i guess i just never met the right person," you muttered, the words hurting you to say. the right person was right in front of you.

"i thought you and-" she began.

"when's jason supposed to get here?" you cut her off, causing her to give you a look of confusion.

"he should be here in like ten minutes," she answered, hints of uncertainty still present in her voice.

you continued to talk, avoiding the topic of before. angelina was hoping your reaction was from lack of sleep or something, she hated to see you hurting.

when jason arrived, he began talking in his usual excited tone. usually, his enthusiastic energy would spread to you, but not today. you had zoned out twenty minutes into his arrival, your thoughts centred on the magazine headline and how you wished the gorgeous woman next to you was yours, how despite not wanting an overly public relationship, you wanted to be the one spotted on a date with her.

"y/n," angelina called for the third time, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"yeah?" you answered.

"we've finalized the plan, are you onboard?" jason asked.

"oh, um, yeah," you nodded.

"y/n, can we talk in private quickly," angelina asked.

"sure," you said, getting up and following her to a guest room somewhere nearby but not near enough others could hear your conversation.

"what's up with you today?" she asked after shutting the door.

"nothing," you shrugged.

"i've known you for twenty years, i know when you're lying to me," she said.

"seriously, it's nothing," you scoffed.

"does this have anything to do with the plan for the premiere, we can change that if you want," she said, trying her hardest to figure out what was wrong with you.

"no, the plan is fine," you answered.

"then what is it?" she asked, you could hear the concern in her voice.

"it was just a magazine," you muttered reluctantly.

"a magazine? what did it say?" she questioned, taking a seat on the bed next to you.

you moved back so you were sitting against the headboard, while she sat cross-legged in front of you.

"it's not important, it'll pass," you dismissed.

"it won't," she said firmly.

"it will," you replied.

"no," she said, her tone lighter this time.

"yes," you answered, a small smile forming on your face as you knew what was about to happen. it was something that had happened many times before.

you went back and forth, 'yes' and 'no' being the only words heard in the room. eventually, you both burst into giggles.

"so are you gonna tell me what was on the magazine that upset you so much?" she asked, still smiling.

"i can't. you'll laugh," you said, still laughing lightly.

"i won't," she laughed.

"it said you went out on a date with one of those shitty photos from a mile away," you confessed lightheartedly.

"and that upset you?" she said in a slightly mocking tone, moving to sit next to you.

"yes," you laughed.

now, you were shoulder to shoulder, and your faces were inches apart as you made eye contact.

"and why is that?" she whispered, moving her face closer to yours. you could feel her breath on your lips as she spoke gently and your heart seemed to get caught in your throat.

"do i really need to say it?" you whispered, your lips only centimetres apart.

"i'd like to hear you say it," she teased.

"i love you," you whispered.

finally, your lips connected in a heated but gentle kiss that had been put off for decades. you could feel her smile against your lips and you couldn't help but smile, too.

just as you were about to pull apart, the door abruptly opened.

"mom, we wanted to know if- woah," shiloh began.

you quickly separated and your cheeks began to heat up as you looked to the doorway where five out of six children and jason stood, not knowing how to react.

"yes!" you heard jason cheer from behind, "i've gotta go rethink this whole thing!"

"is this gonna be a thing, now?" maddox asked.

"yeah, i think so," angie confirmed happily.

"finally!" zahara cheered as the rest of the kids smiled wide before shutting the door and walking away.

"what were they gonna do?" you heard vivienne ask, her voice muffled.

"they were gonna have s-" knox began before being aggressively shushed by his older siblings.

angie let out a small laugh before turning to kiss you again, marking the beginning of your relationship.

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the day of the premiere rolled around and everyone in the jolie-pitt household was ecstatic. you and angie decided you weren't going to hide your relationship while there but weren't going to totally confirm it either. you spent the entirety of the day getting ready; hair, makeup, nails, etc.

finally, the time to go came. you got in your respective cars and all through the drive, you were nervous, scared that you would be too obvious or not obvious enough.

you stepped out of the car and began to walk to where the interviewers were. the crowd began to cheer loudly and you stopped for a couple photos. at the noise, angelina turned around, smiling when she saw you.

you walked up next to her and kumail, greeting the interviewers. kumail continued to answer his question, giving you two a knowing look. angie leaned over to whisper something in your ear.

"you look gorgeous," she had said.

"so do you," you said back, sending her a loving smile which she returned.

she reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers as the interviewer began to direct some questions at you. as you spoke, she subtly played with your fingers while sending you loving glances every now and again. the same behaviour was followed on the red carpet, where you reunited with her children. as you walked down the carpet, she refused to let your hand go, not that you were complaining. when the premiere ended, you were sure that you'd sent enough signs for viewers to pick up on.

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another day came where you'd be spending the day with angelina and her family. you followed your usual routine, heading to the store for candy. as you stood in line, you looked over at the magazines that had upset you just over two months ago. on the cover of one magazine was a photo of you and angelina at the premiere where she was looking over at you in a way that had never been caught on camera before. the headline read,

has y/n y/l/n and angelina jolie's long-time friendship budded into something more?

with a smile on your face, you picked up the magazine and put it in your basket to buy.

when you arrived at her house, you dropped all the candy on a kitchen counter. you grabbed the magazine and dropped it on angie's lap when you found her seated reading a book outside. she smiled, letting out a soft laugh before flipping through the pages to find a detailed article examining our behaviours.

"do you wanna?" she asked and you knew exactly what she was referring to.

"you think we should?" you asked.

she nodded, biting her lip to try and contain some of her excitement. you opened instagram, clicked on the plus and scrolled through the camera roll. you picked out your favourite photo of the two of you kissing, simply putting "❤️" as a caption before posting it for the world to see.

[madamevirgo]

Hi! This might sound really… outlandish, but I have been thinking about Thena using her cosmic energy in bed ;) Could you write a jealousy/ angst smut fic with Thena x reader , please?

Fireworks

Pairing: Thena x (f!)reader

Words: 2443

Warnings: (bad) smut, top Thena, jealousy, public sex, bit of angst, so much cheesiness I might puke, don’t read if you’re a minor but I’m not your mom so do what you want.

A/N: Tis I! Madame Ghosts Virgo coming to you with my first post in months (?) life has gotten insane. College, work, whoever decided we had to actually do something for a living? Got sick, got sick again, and as I was laying in my sick bed (let me tell you, the flu decided to remind us that she was indeed THAT bitch) my mind came up with the most horrifying car sex scenario and I remembered this request and kinda ran with it? (@poeticgal5 I’m so sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations but thanks for the inspo). It is 2:42am so even though I reread myself like a million times, you might find some mistakes. Also, welcome to my first public smut. Okay horn-dogs, enjoy.

The Eternals through the years had learned to fit in. They molded and changed as was asked of them by the times. Even Gilgamesh, in his own peculiar way, adapted to the years. They all did, with the exception of Thena. Blame it on Mahd Wy’ry or her stubbornness to let go of a time where human connection was valued above all; she simply refused to immerse herself in today's world more than necessary.

Then came you. Innocent in a way but with eyes full of pain and trauma. You were determined to have her experience all the joys that this world had to offer. Not that you had much experience with them yourself. A Black Widow since birth, born and raised in the Red Room, you knew nothing but darkness. You craved some light, maybe that’s why you latched onto Thena the moment you met her. She shone bright, literally and figuratively.

Since the moment you met her, you had only one goal: experience all the joys in the world with who turned out to be the love of your life.

It wasn’t an easy task. Thena was stubborn (and scary), but you were persistent and perhaps even more stubborn. A trait you’ve always paid heavily for in the Red Room.

So you didn’t let her disinterest affect you. You’ll admit that her initial harsh words gave you a pause and stung your heart a bit, but you didn’t let that stop you. Soon, she started to give in.

Thena would never admit it, but she enjoyed experiencing life with you. Although she always did so with an air of disgust and boredom, behind each sarcastic and sassy comment could be found appreciation.

Appreciation for you, and surprisingly: life.

With the holidays, came new experiences. Tons of endless new experiences. Every year, it was something. One year it was baking, another it was skiing, another it was carolling (which she learned had nothing to do with the movie with that blonde actress with the fur coat). This year, it was a New Year’s Eve party.

Of course, Kingo had been the one to come up with the idea.

Of course, you’d been more than happy to jump at the opportunity to experience something new. As always.

Of course, Thena had agreed to it in the end. As always.

Because you could show her everything there was to see in every universe, but nothing would top the joy she felt seeing a smile light up your face.

So she helped plan, she got dressed, and she made nice with the people. Even those who insisted on calling her ‘Athena’.

All in all, things were going as well as they could go given that you hadn’t been paying attention to her all evening since you’d been running around playing the perfect hostess. Things got significantly worse when some leggy blonde started following you everywhere and making you laugh.

She tried to keep her cool because if she didn’t, things would get bad and she didn’t want to ruin this night for you. But the way this girl kept touching you was testing her control. She must’ve zoned out for a second because she suddenly felt a hand on her arm. Of course, she’d recognize your touch no matter what state she was in.

“Come with me?” You asked once her eyes met yours. And she nodded. Being with you was one of the greatest joys of her life.

You dragged the blonde goddess out and into the garage, and soon enough, you were driving away from the loudness of the house. Thena had not yet been able to grasp the concept of driving. She said it confused her. You suspected that she liked being a passenger princess.

“Where are we going?” She asked as it seemed like you were getting further away from the house, and into a road she’d never taken before.

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.” You said with a smile in her direction.

Soon enough, you pulled up to a cliff that overlooked the city. The view was magnificent and the air pristine.

“If you’re planning on going sky diving, let me stop you right now. My healing abilities don’t extend to others and I don’t fancy burying my girlfriend.” She said as she gripped your wrist to stop you from getting out of the car.

“I’ve jumped out of a plane before - without a parachute, might I add.” You said with a frown.

“Yes, I know, you’re a big bad Black Widow. I don’t care. Once was already too much. I’m so glad you know how gravity works.” she insisted, making you roll your eyes.

“It was more than once.” You mumbled. Which only made her deadpan. “Would you just let us get out of the car? I’m trying to be romantic.” You finally snapped a bit. After a few seconds, she relented and you stepped out of the véhicule, breathing in the fresh air.

You glanced at Thena and saw her with her eyes closed. Taking it in. She always felt best when she was surrounded by nature. You leaned against the hood of the car and watched her for a few moments. She was majestic. A fact that you knew, but never ceased to leave you in awe.

“You wanna talk about what made you almost have an episode?” You finally asked.

“I’m surprised you even noticed.” And although she didn’t open her eyes, you could sense the storm behind them.

You leaned forward, grabbing her hand and pulling her into you. Both of you, leaning on the car for support.

“What could possibly stop me from noticing you, my love?” You wracked your brain trying to find what she was talking about, coming up blank.

“That leggy blonde, she was all over you.” Whispered your girlfriend, not meeting your eyes. It finally clicked.

“Thena, are you jealous?” That was a first.

Thena and you had experienced many emotions, jealousy had never been one of them. It had to be noted that you never really interacted outside of your small circle of comfort and they all were respectful of your relationship or too afraid of Thena to try anything. So this was definitely new. Your heart filled with warmth at another manifestation of Thena’s love for you. You grabbed her chin and gently made her face you.

“Nobody has my attention but you. Although my eyes may not always reside on you, my mind and heart always do. Worry not my love, for me, there’s no one else but you.” And you sealed that promise with a kiss.

“Cheesy,” said the goddess as you pulled away, but the bright smile on her face showed her true sentiment even as she rolled her eyes.

“Only for you.” And you added a cheeky wink.

“Is there a particular reason why you’ve brought us up here? Or did you just want to get me away so I wouldn’t lose control around the humans?” She asked once you both settled down.

“This is the best place to see fireworks in the whole city. Another joy for us to experience. You know, other than the ones caused by bombs or actual explosions.”

“You do know I’ve seen my fair share of fireworks, right? During our time in Babylon, Sprite would create some pretty phenomenal ones. Nothing has compared ever since.” At times, you would catch a glimpse of sadness in her eyes as she reminisced about the past.

In this instance, you couldn’t help but feel a bit dejected. She must have seen the look on your face because she amended quickly.

“But this one will be even more special and incomparable because I’ll be sharing it with you.” She caressed your cheek with her hand, and you reached up to grab it in your hands.

“I’m sure.” And you knew that the smile you gave her wasn’t convincing, perhaps to someone less versed in the subject that was you; but not to Thena.

With a sigh, you lay down and pulled her next to you, on the hood of the car. It occurred to you that you should have grabbed a blanket for comfort. You suddenly worried that her back would hurt. This whole experience was turning out to be the opposite of what you had hoped it would be.

“We should head back. The others will be wondering where we are.” Before you could fully get up, she grabbed your hand, making you look down at her.

“I’m sure they’ll manage. Besides, I thought you wanted to see the fireworks.”

“I just realized that we came a bit too early and I forgot to bring blankets. I don’t think the hood of the car will be comfortable for long.” You wanted to cry. Like everything you planned for Thena, you wanted tonight to be perfect. It was, however proving to be an utter failure.

“I’m very comfortable, but if you’re not, we can go. Although I was hoping to have you experience something new, and you’ve set the scene for it so beautifully.” She got up and before you knew it she was standing next to the passenger’s door. The glint in her eyes told you she was up to no good, and the shiver that ran up down your spine told you you’d love every second of it.

“I’m sure they can go without us for a little bit longer.” You whispered as she slowly approached you, like a hunter creeping on its prey.

“Uh huh.” She wrapped her arms around you and claimed your lips with hers.

If it wasn’t for the car, your legs would have given out. Every time she kissed you, you turned to mush; but there was something in her energy tonight that was different.

“I have so much energy pant up from not killing that leggy blonde. I think it could be better invested in you. Don’t you agree?” She pulled back from whispering in your ear to bite the lobe and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Yes.” Was all you could manage to say as you wrapped your arms around her to steady yourself.

This seemed to be all the answer she needed before letting loose. She pushed you down on the hood of the car and the telltale gold of her powers that occurred when she was manipulating cosmic energy appeared at each one of your wrists, restraining you to the car.

“I don’t know who will enjoy this more. What I know for certain is that neither she nor anyone will ever be able to make you feel as good as I’m about to make you feel.” If that was her certainty, yours was that your pussy was currently the Nile river.

She rolled up your shirt over your head and locked your lips in a searing kiss that made your head spin from lack of oxygen; before slowly, tortuously kissing her way to your boobs. Neither of them was left without attention. She was sucking and biting on one while squeezing and palming the other with her hand, making your back arch in pleasure.

Thankfully, you could feel that she wasn’t in a teasing mood tonight. Right when you thought it couldn’t get any better, she started sending bursts of cosmic energy into your body with each bite and pinch.

You were suddenly grateful that you had driven you both up here so no one could hear the noises you let out.

“Thena, please. More.” The way you were doing your absolute best to trap her between your legs told her exactly where you needed her.

She removed her mouth from your boob and continued trailing kisses until she reached the gates of absolute pleasure. One kiss, two. It was like a silent prayer that she sent to the universe; thanking it for the feast she was about to taste.

Then she dived in and you could have come right then. You let out a loud moan and the hand that had been left on your other boob disappeared before two fingers were shoved in your mouth for you to suck on.

Again and again and again she cherished your clitoris, drinking you up like the last glass of water on earth. Her powers had always intrigued you. The beauty of it all. But the way she was using it to pleasure you right now? You would’ve given what you didn’t have to keep this feeling from ever ending.

And then she stopped. You were quick to open your eyes with a glare. How dare she deny you such pleasure? Of such a euphoric feeling? It was yours to take and hers to give.

“Relax, my love,” she pressed a kiss to your lips and then your cheek, making your gaze soften. “I’m not quite done with you yet.” And then she pushed into you.

Thena and you had used a strap more than once, but never one made from cosmic energy. It was almost alive; an extension of her, pulsating inside of you and that energy was spreading in your insides. It was pleasure like you’ve never experienced, and it felt almost sinful not to die immediately after.

“Fuck, right there Thena. Rig-” you couldn’t breathe, in the most fabulous way. It was like breathing, speaking, would take away from your experience of this feeling, this moment. You couldn’t have that.

Thena was a dancer, graceful yet impactful in her movements. They were precise and direct and carried everything that couldn’t be said. You saw it in her fighting style, and you felt it in the way she was fucking you.

“I love you”

“We are now one.”

“I love you.”

“You are an extension of me.”

It almost felt like she was speaking all these thoughts directly in your head. You honestly didn’t want to think about the probability of that. Mostly because you reached your peak and as you came undone and felt warmth unleash inside of you, you had to open your eyes to make sure you weren’t going crazy when you heard fireworks above you.

“Happy New Year,” said your blonde girlfriend, as she tried to catch her breath.

“The happiest.” You mumbled as you pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

You could have fallen asleep right there, consequences be damned. And you would’ve if it wasn’t for Thena speaking.

“I think we dented your car.” She mumbled.

“That’s okay. It’s one of Kingo’s.” You mumbled right back.

You would get up eventually. But for now, you wanted to enjoy this new bond that had been formed between you two.

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Finally being reunited with Fox after a failed mission many years ago. Now she telling you she’s sorry for leaving you and abandoning you all those years back.

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(NOT MY GIF!)

(Fox X Reader)

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[inklore]

a sonnet of love.

premise: when you wake in the middle of the night to thena not next to you, you go looking for her.

pairing: thena x (f)eternal!reader

warnings: very very soft smut, light descriptions of foreplay (fingering), a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, slight eternals spoilers, pet names (ο άγγελός μου meaning ‘my angel’ in greek). you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only minors dni, you will be blocked.

word count: 1.53k

etc: the greek translation came from google translate so if it’s wrong please let me know. but when i say i’m soft for thena, i mean i’m literally as soft as soft serve ice cream melting in a pot. this woman is queen, god, and i will not be taking any criticism on the manner.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to wake up from the missing warmth at your side. To not feel the familiar slow breath of the body that was usually there now gone. The side of the bed becoming cold and desolate, something that you had become accustomed to. Something you understood. Something that always had you climbing out of bed and going in search of the missing warmth, the missing person.

Your Thena.

And she’s always in the same spot, always has the same mug of tea in her hands. Her night dress flowing slightly from the small breeze coming from the open window. The light of the moon shining across her face so beautiful, as if she could get anymore beautiful.

It had always been hard for Thena to sleep, especially at night. Her body was constantly ready for a fight making her more restless than not. And you couldn’t imagine all of the restless thoughts that must go through her busy mind. Thena making it almost impossible to read her, even after all these centuries together her stone cold features revealing little to what was going on within her. The woman only letting you see what she wanted you to see, only letting you inside, climb past her walls and guards only if she allowed, when she allowed.

It was something you never found yourself getting upset over. The two of you may have been polar opposites, but you made it work. Her hard edges fit perfectly with your soft ones, neither of you daring to, wanting to, having any desire to change the other. And would never think of it.

You walk up behind her, you know she had already sensed your presence from the doorway. So when you press your lips to the back of her exposed shoulder she doesn’t flinch, a soft hum coming from her pressed lips.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You ask softly, wrapping your arms around her midsection loosely, your chin settling atop her shoulder.

She sighs bringing her mug to her lips taking a small sip. “Got a few more hours than last night.” She inadvertently answers without really answering, something she’s amazing at. Something that makes you smile.

“I’m surprised Gil isn’t awake making you a morning feast right now,” you tease and it makes a soft chuckle cut through Thena’s hard features. The sound of her sweet chuckle, the pressed smile on her face as she turns her head to look at you sends a flurry of sparks through you, butterflies you once heard a human call it. No matter the name of it though, the feeling was other worldly, a feeling that nothing else could match, could feel as good as how it felt when Thena laughed, smiled, or touched you. The two of you had lived many lives, ones you didn’t even remember, ones you might live a million centuries down the road, and you couldn’t imagine yourself loving her more than you did right now. In these moments with her. The time shared with her, no matter how much of that time had gone by, would go by, it would never be enough and it would all be so much, so amazing all at the same time.

“He didn’t wake this time.” Thena sets her mug onto the windowsill before she turns her body towards you, leaving your arms wrapped around her. Her slim fingers meeting the soft skin of your cheek, “you should be asleep. There’s no need for both of us to suffer by moonlight.” The corner of her mouth quirks, her eyes glinting with softness as she traces your features with her fingers as if she needs proof you’re really here, that her sleep deprived mind hasn’t conjured you up or fallen into the routine of you always coming to find her even when you’re not really there. When her thumb brushes across your lips you press a quick kiss to the pad of it making her smile.

“If this is suffering than I very much like it.” You pick, smile. Shiver a little when her fingers come to rest at the top of your chest, her palm pressing to where she can feel your heart beating. The two of you stand like that for a while, swaying a little to silent music, heads pressed together, breathing the other in. You run your hand up and down the middle of Thena’s back slowly, the silence shared between the two of you saying more than either of you could right now. The softness of this moment in the late hours of the night one of your favorites with her. And you might suspect, despite her usual constant protest for you to go back to sleep, that it’s Thena’s as well. As if the dark of the night slows everything down, makes everything less loud.

And when she whispers the soft words, “take me to bed, ο άγγελός μου.” Those butterflies come back. Thena pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as she pulls back to hold out her hand to you that you gladly take and hold onto, as if your life depended on it, as the two of you walk to your shared room.

Slipping under the covers, the returned warmth of having her body next to you makes you sink into the mattress a little more; at peace, at ease.

Her hands haven’t left your body—and she would surely wound you if you mentioned it out loud to the other members of your little family—that in private, even in passing when the others aren’t looking, Thena always has a part of her touching you at all times. She’s never let it known as to why she does it, if it’s just because she can’t help herself from touching you or if it’s more complex than that. As if you ground her, keep her here, present. That if she’s ever feeling lost all she needs to do is reach out and you’ll be there. Always.

You’d never ask her what it is, it being one of those things that if Thena wanted you to know she would let you know. And whatever it was you were grateful for it, thanked whatever God the humans were always praying to when good things happened, that this woman, this warrior, the great and beautiful Thena needed you. Needed to feel your skin on hers.

And maybe it was foolish for you to look at her touch as some sort of praise, notion of devotion and admiration. Or maybe it was something else entirely, something the poets in the streets of Greece used to go on about.

“Thena,” you don’t know what you’re going to say, what you want to say, but your brain is going fuzzy with the way she’s looking at you. Her stone features holding in what her eyes shine with; sweetness, fondness, something made up of more than just shared breath and touches. Something you want to whisper against her skin right now but instead find the distance between the two of you being closed, her soft lips pressed to yours in a slow passionate kiss that burns and soothes all at the same time.

And doesn’t stop even when she lifts your night dress from your body, hers following. Her kiss only faltering in the slightest when she feels your fingers skate across her breasts, a soft moan breathed against your lips, mixed with your breath, breathed in and settling inside that part of you where only Thena lives, owns; your heart.

Her lips never leave your body as they kiss, bite, and suck at any part of you within her reach. Any part she can praise and worship and make that breathy whimper release from your lungs that she loves so much.

When her hand slips between the two of you finding the spot where you are wet and aching for her, your body shakes and withers under her touch. Her skillful fingers bringing you pleasure that’s only she can bring. As if your body was built in the name of her, for her. “Thena.” Your moan is low and burns your throat. And her sweet gentle lips swallow it down with a deep kiss as she makes you cum with her fingers. Every praise, admiration, and devotion of her feelings written out with her lips onto yours.

And when the two of you have caught your breath, when all that can be heard are the soft breaths mixed between the two of you with your foreheads pressed together, you feel her fingers dance along your back. “ο άγγελός μου,” she says softly. Her hand moving from your back to your chin to lift it, meet her gaze as she moves her head from yours. You feel sleepy, sedated, but Thena looks as beautiful as before, as ever. Always so beautiful Thena, your Thena. “I love you.”

And with the tears in her eyes, the knowing that she’s only whispered those words to you and only will to you. You know for sure that the poets in Greece were talking about this; love. Your Thena.

[bytheseangie]

Y/N: Fuck me- I mean, fuck you.

Y/N: Sorry, auto-correct hates me.

Thena: Y/N, you are talking to me... with your mouth…