People being dropped form agencies and movie/tv projects left and right for supporting Palestine but Amy Schumer, Brett Gelman and Noah schnapp can just post incredibly disgusting, genocidal comments face no consequence
Ari Levinson / Chris Evans
can we appreciate how cute chris and sebastian sound filming their fight scenes together
Dangerous Places: 6
When you’re done with the bathroom you slowly make your way to the door. Captain is still in the bedroom, when you open the door he’d looked up.
“Alright, food?” He asks and you stare up at him, “you’ve gotta be hungry. It’s almost noon.”
“Oh, um food would be good.” You look past him and out the window. You can’t tell that it’s daytime out there, it’s unnerving.
“Alright, come on up Bunny.” He says holding out his arms before he gently scoops you up. You’re not sure where to look, you can’t look at him but it’s weird looking the way you’re walking. You settle on looking at your knees, the little scar there that you can see from when you were a kid and banged it open on the corner of the stairs.
i want to be loved like the women i read about. like i’m the person they would do anything for. the person they look for in everyone else and everywhere they go because they can’t get her out of their heads. the person their entire being burns for. the person they are patient with, even when she’s rambling, being emotional or sick. the person they go out of their way for, over and over again, because it’s her. the person they love. the person they… love and keep loving.
They Can't Take What's Ours
Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Summary: You overhear some people talking about your and Andy’s relationship and you don't want Andy seeing that it bothered you, but he's too attentive.
Warnings: Age gap, established relationship, terrible coworkers, hurt/comfort-type vibes, sooo soft.
Word count: ~2,200
a/n: A lovely anon asked if I could write something inspired by Ours - Taylor Swift so this is my take on that <3
Divider by @.saradika
Your hurried steps come to a pause right outside the door to Andy’s office. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath in, but can’t get yourself to let out more than a few shallow ones.
Normally you’d be elated to have an excuse to see him for a few seconds in the middle of the day, but you know as soon as you walk in his face will drop. You can only conceal so much from him. He knows you too well and will see your bad day written all over your face, even if you are somehow able to muster a fake smile real quick.
Walk in, grab what you need, and walk out, you tell yourself.
Someone turning the corner into the hallway you’re stalling in is your final push to finally walk in so no one else passes you and wonders what you’re doing outside his office.
Your eyes are on the ground, but you hear his voice, telling you he’s on the phone. You’re able to let out a discreet breath of relief as you reach for the file you came for and quickly turn to walk back out.
The doorway is within reach when you hear him tell whoever’s on the other end of the call that he needs to put them on hold for just a moment.
“Y/N?”
It’s not like you to be in such a hurry with him. He caught a glimpse of your face and just needs to know you're okay.
Overly conscious of the fact anyone could be in earshot, you answer with, “Yeah, Mr. Barber?”
He knows for certain now that something's off since you didn't just use his first name. There’s zero reason for the formality right now.
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She always gets clingy when she’s drunk, and it’s either snuggly clingy or horny clingy. When it’s horny clingy and she starts tugging at Harry’s pants and kissing up his neck, he gradually peels her off with a playful, “Yeah, that’s enough wine for today. I’m cutting you off, Watson.”
And when Y/N keeps whining and insisting, he gently cups both of her hands in his, brings them up to his mouth, kisses her knuckles delicately, and mumbles a soft, “Not right now, baby. Save that for tomorrow morning before breakfast, or during— my countertop is pretty sturdy, I’m sure you know that by now. Let’s just get you to bed, yeah?”
She gives him a cloudy, suggestive glimpse from beneath liquor-heavy lashes, a wobbly, sultry grin working its way across her tinted lips. “Yeah, let’s.”
Harry returns her glance with one of his own, though his is stern and mildly chastising rather than sexual. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“I don’t care what you meant. I care about the fact that your pants are still on.”
“And they’re going to stay on for the foreseeable future.” He states bluntly, guiding her eager fingers away from his belt yet again. He leans down and sponges a tender peck to her damp forehead, following the gesture by planting one on each drooping eyelid and one atop the warm tip of her nose. “Now let’s get you all cleaned up and into something more comfy so we can have a cuddle. Sound good?”
“I guess.” She mutters grumpily, obviously peeved at the manner in which he keeps rejecting her advances. “It’ll have to do.”
“Yeah, it will.” He mumbles, evidently amused by her stubborn attitude; not even alcohol can extinguish that constant fire burning in her chest. It does quite the opposite, actually— it tends to fuel it. He’s fine with it, though; Y/N’s ever-present tendency to challenge him is what he likes most about her.
“I hate you.”
Harry uses the knuckles of his index and middle fingers to pinch at her pouting lips, the action coated with endearment. “That’s my girl.”
“Choke.”
The vampire chuckles quietly, shaking his head at her antics. “Here, I’ll carry you upstairs whichever way you like, hm? Bridal or koala? Or I could just chuck you over my shoulder WWE style. You pick.”
“Koala.”
“Let me guess why: it’s the only one that requires that I grab your ass.”
Y/N smiles up at him with a mischievous glint in her hazy eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Mm, I’m sure. So convincing. Arms up, then.”
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She’d cling to him and refuse to let go and he still manages to get up easily because of his enhanced strength, but she clamps her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, stubborn as ever. He just goes about his business undisturbed, carrying her around with one arm as he gets ready to depart.
Harry grabs his trousers and crewneck from the floor, where they had ended up an hour prior for reasons he will not disclose. He grabs his phone and keys and tosses them beside his clothes on the bed, making a pile of all his belongings so he knows he isn’t leaving anything behind. He rakes his fingers through his hair, using her vanity mirror for reference, fixing it up until it looks somewhat presentable. He even totes her along to retrieve the glass of wine he’d left in the living room, which had been forgotten in the heat of the moment (he can’t be blamed, it’s hard to think when her hand is down his pants).
When Harry’s drained the last remnants of the drink and set the glass down on her nightstand, he sighs through his nose and gently begins to pry her arms from around his neck. “That’s enough, hm?”
“No.” Y/N tightens her grip sharply, heels digging into his lower back angrily as she buries her face against his jugular. “Stay.”
He sighs deeply once more, but this time, there’s an unmistakable apologetic streak to the gesture. “Baby, you know I can’t. You have to be up early tomorrow for work.”
Her voice comes out muffled but vehement. “Don’t care.”
“I don’t want to keep you up—”
“Don’t care.”
Harry’s accent drops sternly. “Y/N.”
“I’ll be fine!”
“You won’t get any sleep.” He warns knowingly, running his palms along the underside of her thighs, his touch eager and rough. His next sentence weighs in quiet and deep, a certain need woven into each word. “Can’t keep my hands off you for more than half an hour.”
Harry can feel his girlfriend’s lips spread into a smug smile against his throat, satisfied at the desperation she draws from him. “I know, that’s why I want you to stay.”
“You won’t feel that way when you’re falling asleep on your feet.”
“It’ll be worth it.”
“Yeah?” He purses his lips to keep from grinning like a lovesick moron. “I’m worth a shitty day at work?”
“Mmhm. Gives me something to think about.”
The pads of his fingers dig deeper into the pillowy skin under her thighs. He can feel a blush creeping up his face, so naturally, he tries to fight its effects with humor. “You think about me on company time? That’s bad for business.”
“Helps me get by.”
“Miss me that much, huh?”
Her lips smear against his jaw in a series of feathery kisses, each one weakening his resolve more than the last. “So much.”
His eyelids flutter at the sultry sensation, a dense knot braiding its way into his stomach. “I can’t believe I’m about to let you manipulate me into staying.”
“I can.”
“I should leave just to spite you.”
Y/N traces her delicate touch down his bare chest, feeling it stutter beneath her fingertips. When she speaks, the heat of her breath against his cold flesh sears away the last of his resistance.
“You should get back in bed and give me more think about.”