#spend that energy on your leaves ffs

[ixhadbadxdays]

My hibiscus can't keep leaves for some fucking reason yet it has the energy to make more flowers

Buddy, why...

[heyftinally]

Y'all are going to like this one.

SWIFTIES DON'T TOUCH THIS POST WITH A TEN FOOT POLE, I SWEAR TO FUCKING HELL-

So my friend sent me this article, and I'm going to tell you why I think it's complete bullshit.

1) wishing us a happy Pride month is the BARE MINIMUM. As someone with her presence in the media and social influence, she could - and should - be doing SO much more than just wishing us a happy pride four days in.

2) "the singer has been an advocate for the LGBTQ+ community" not a good one. She seems to only remember us when it's convenient or benefits her in some way. Case in point:

2018 - "When it comes to feelings and when it comes to love and searching for someone to spend your whole life with. It's all just really really delicate. You know?" Taylor then performed her song "Delicate."

2023 - It’s painful for everyone, every ally, every loved one, every person in these communities.

In the first example, the intentional song reference comes off as extremely tacky. This is people's LIVES you're talking about. People are MURDERED for who they are and who they love (or don't love). This isn't an appropriate time to pull out the "oh-so-quirky" act and be cutesy.

In the second, the fact that she can't even center queer people in their own experience is so, SO telling. I promise, however painful it is for allies, it's 1000x worse for us to LIVE it. Allies don't have to wonder "am I going to get hate crimed wearing this?" before they leave the house - we frequently do. To not acknowledge that shows me that everything she says is performative at best.

3) I wouldn't call what she does "advocacy". She mentions us every now and then when it's convenient for her, profits off of us when we fit her marketing plan, and I've yet to find where she actually apologized for the homophobia in the original version of Picture to Burn. Also, she's real good friends with Travis Kelce's dad, who is a raging transphobe (and I bet his kids are, too). You don't get to call yourself an ally if you willingly allow the people around you to be violent bigots.

4) "always" is a strong word for someone who seems to show her support situationally at best. The full quote was "The way for that to happen is for us to continue to keep pushing governments to put protections in place for members of the LGBTQ community. And I promise to always advocate for that." Yet she doesn't do that.

5) what she speaks out, I've noticed that it's nearly always in the states that primarily agree with her. We don't see a whole lot of her "inspiring ally" speeches in places like Texas or Florida. But I've seen plenty of them come out of already notoriously queer-friendly places. If you aren't willing to face the heat of the difficult places along with the comfort of the easy ones, you don't get to call yourself an ally. Allyship is not easy. Anyone remember when Lady Gaga advocated for us in Russia, under threat of arrest, and her response was "arrest me, Russia! I don't give a fuck!"? Yeah, I've never seen even half that level of true commitment from Taylor.

6) STOP. MAKING. STRAIGHT GIRL SONGS. "GAY ANTHEMS"!!!! FFS it's such a slap in the fucking face of REAL, ACTUALLY QUEER ARTISTS that y'all keep calling these piss pathetic straight girl over produced crap songs "anthems". Fucking stop it. If they aren't queer, they don't qualify to be a queer anthem or icon. Start supporting ACTUAL queer artists with ⅛ this energy, for the love of FUCK. This bullshit pisses me off. Do you need a list of queer artists? I'll make you one by hand if you promise to stop trying to label Raylor Swift's straight girl shit songs as "gay anthems".

7) rainbows and gender subversion are not exclusively nor inherently queer. If that's our bar for "gay anthems", the bar is so low Lucifer himself needs a damn Webb Telescope to just barely see it from hell.

[novaursa]

Hi. Saw ur reqs were open🎉 and I just want to say that I love ur fics.

I had a vague idea for a story but didn’t know what character it suited best, so I’ll leave the choice to you! Basically male!reader is in an arranged marriage with either Sansa Stark or Helaena Targaryen (perhaps a martell!r for Sansa or stark!r for helaena) and as a marriage gift, reader has a dress tailored for her (embroidered with direwolves for Sansa or bugs for helaena).

Idk just a sweet romance for either of my fav characters because they both deserve so much better than they got.

Warmed by the Sun

- Summary: You decide to honor your bride-to-be with a gift.

- Pairing: (male) martell!reader/Sansa Stark

- Note: The reader is the brother of Trystane Martell.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @literaturedog

- A/N: ❤️

The wind bites sharply as it sweeps through the courtyards of Winterfell, the cold settling into your bones as you make your way through the keep. You are not used to this kind of chill; Dorne’s warmth is like a distant memory, but you’ve adapted, if only to be near her. The North may be a place of harsh winters, but you find it almost poetic that you’ll spend your life here, alongside Sansa Stark.

As you approach her chambers, a nervous energy grips you, your hands clutching the finely wrapped bundle. The wedding is fast approaching, and you’ve spent weeks ensuring that the dress you had made would be perfect—something that reflected her strength, her Stark pride, and, more than anything, the memory of her beloved direwolf, Lady.

You knock softly, and her voice calls you in. When you enter, Sansa stands near the hearth, her auburn hair catching the flicker of the flames. She greets you with a soft smile, the ice that Winterfell so often carries melting away when she sees you.

You step forward, bowing slightly, though the formality feels unnecessary now. "I’ve brought you something, my lady," you say, your voice warm, though the cold of the North tries to steal it from you.

Her eyes widen slightly, curiosity lighting them. “What is it?”

You present the bundle to her, unwrapping it carefully to reveal the dress. The deep, forest green fabric gleams in the firelight, embroidered with intricate silver threads forming the shape of direwolves. The wolves weave around the hem and neckline, their presence commanding yet graceful, a tribute to Lady, her fierce protector. You see her eyes soften, her fingers tracing the delicate stitching.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. “You had this made for me?”

You nod, your heart beating a little faster at the tenderness in her gaze. "It reminded me of you—strong, noble, and graceful. The wolves... they’re Lady, in a way. I thought you should have something that honors her, especially on such an important day."

Her hand lingers on the fabric, and then, without warning, she steps closer, her fingers brushing yours as she holds the dress between you. Her blue eyes meet yours, gratitude and affection mingling there. "No one has ever given me something so thoughtful," she says, her voice steady but with an edge of emotion.

You can’t help but smile, your hand moving to gently lift her chin. “You deserve more than I could ever give, Sansa,” you reply softly. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying.”

The sincerity in your words is met with a look that makes your chest tighten. She leans into the touch slightly, her gaze never leaving yours. “You are kind to me,” she whispers, a softness in her voice that feels rare for the North.

Your fingers, still at her chin, fall slowly to her cheek, your thumb grazing her skin. The fire crackles behind you, but the warmth you feel comes only from her presence. "Kindness is easy when it’s for you."

She blushes, a hint of color rising to her cheeks, and for a moment, you feel as though the cold of Winterfell is a distant memory. Her eyes flicker down to the dress again, and then back to you. “I will wear this proudly. For Lady... and for you.”

Your heart swells at her words, and you lean down just enough to kiss her forehead gently, lingering there as you breathe in the scent of her hair. She leans into the touch, and you can feel the quiet strength she possesses.

Pulling back, you smile at her, though your hand remains on her cheek. "You’ve made me feel at home here, Sansa. I hope I can do the same for you, as your husband."

Her hand moves to rest on top of yours, squeezing gently. "You already have," she says softly, her voice like a promise.

In that moment, the cold, the weight of Winterfell’s walls, and the looming future all seem to fall away. All that remains is her, and the quiet, steady rhythm of your shared breath.

[yutasbimil]

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gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (7/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, pre-smut (?) cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 3.1k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 8

do not repost © yutasbimil (2024)

They’ve already talked this out beforehand. Beomgyu already talked about this with the dudes before for some advice and insight. 

As much as they fight upfront, Yeonjun is one who assures Beomgyu that it’s okay. As anxious as fuck he is dealing with this, he told him like no need to overthink it; that they know him as a person, and that Yumi and him are friends. Just need to settle out especially the drift apart moment between them. He’s also assured previously that even with his absence in the friend group last time, she’s affected and values him regardless.

But why does he still end up with clammy palms? This isn’t anything new spending time with Yumi, even facing her like this.

This is more nerve-wracking than expected.

“What's so different studying with that Jaemin guy, hmmm?” Beomgyu gnawed more than he should’ve with the sudden drop of questions. But again, he was curious. Especially how much Yumi was lured and insistent in hanging out with the dude to the point of dating him…

“The sexual tension?”

Beomgyu blinks at her directness.

“Psh… H-how—and how are you sure we don't have that? I mean the tension.” He blurts in attempts to one-up this “competition” at the top of his head? He’s confused as well. Argh— Beomgyu fidgeted in place, even tripping to miss hitting the book ends with his fist. Damn, that one word triggered him.

“Just laid out my best card first hand…” Yumi states, laying out her fingers and then polishing her nails, she then blinks to process what she had heard. “Wait… what do you mean by— so you’re saying there is a tension between us?”

The loading process is slower on both their systems than usual today. Beomgyu didn’t answer immediately as he looked at her, ridiculed. You were the one who already jumped at that answer? Gurl… As to why he stole her input in the “tension” part; solely that part only(!). 

“I'm not the only one feeling it.” He said as if to shrug it off. “It’s tension one way or another.”

He didn’t need to add a question mark on the end for that one.

Both their quietness was clear as water.

The water welling up in Yumi’s eyes that is. “Well, fuck, I don't want to talk about this Beomgyu.”

“Neither do I, but I know that we know this will get in our way of studying.”

Urghhhh, she hates how he's right. That leaves them no choice.  Fine— she struts, taking the lead. “Let's go somewhere private.”

“Is this where he's been taking you?” he pondered, he pocketed his hands like his thoughts to prevent them from wandering further.

“Shhh, shut your trap.” she dusted him off like the vacant seat in the back row. “Don't make it awkward, Beomgyu.”

“I'm just gonna tell you, this place ain't special. Every other house likes to occupy abandoned classrooms. One way or another…” He says in a ‘just putting it out there’ way to knock some sense into her brain. 

He puts his arms by the nape of his neck as they approach their seats.

“That's… actually an assuring thing to hear, thanks.”

Yumi breathes in but the musty atmosphere isn't lessening her nervousness, why is she even nervous? So suddenly—

“Okay, no more beating around the bush. I just feel guilty, that's all. I feel that I have swept it under the rug. On how I see it, I wasn't being a good friend to any of you guys when I got sucked into a relationship.”

Well, for Yumi’s defense, it’s even a new territory for Beomgyu as he never encountered Yumi going through a breakup. It always had been just crushes, and not so deep into the relationship realm for them.

So somehow he understands…

It’s his turn to sigh.

“I admire your awareness, but… why are you only giving your apology to me?” Beomgyu perks an eyebrow.

“You were the closest to me.”

“But I didn't need one…”

Yumi puts up her hand as if to cool him off. She then quickly shrugs as even she is confused in her own actions. “Again, I just felt like it.”

Beomgyu crosses his arms. “That's a bit off-putting that I made my best friend feel that way for pursuing her happiness.”

She lets out another aggravated sigh, averting her eyes along a pained biting of her lower lip. “I just… Didn't know how much it can get in the way of our friendship.”

“And you didn't like that?”

“Of course, Gyu.”

Beomgyu then nods, a way of acknowledging her. His arms remained cross but now, looking a bit more upright. “But were you happy with Jaemin?”

“Yeah, it was fun while it lasted.”

Beomgyu’s lips curled up, and he relaxed his shoulders in his seat, gesturing to her. “Then that's all that I wanted to hear.” 

Some kind of relief weighed off the air at that.

The topic subsides, and Yumi is left to look at her feet. Any other weight was released but… Her sense of avoidance of the guy still not choosing to turn away from her system. 

“Now what?”

Beomgyu purses his lips, eyes piercing through hers. “Well, anything else you want to open up while we’re at it?”

She swallowed, but her voice persisted through the dryness of her throat. 

“Why did you get distant,” she asked. “Was it really because of me being in a relationship?”

Now it’s his turn to freeze on the spot. Why the sudden cold feet?

Telling the truth or not— will be landing him in a pile of questions. Like a butterfly effect dispersing around them…

What a trap she unconsciously laid out…

Damn it, Yumi.

“As I said, I just felt like getting myself together but, it's not just you…” Beomgyu tries to lay out the appropriate words to say, but he’s shaken regardless. He tries to look into Yumi’s eyes to search for any sense that may be the same as what he’s thinking at this moment. “I felt that your relationship got in the way of our friendship as well. I know it's normal since we're opposite genders. But of course, it still stung. Just something inside me got shaken up that I was a coward.”

“A coward?”

Oh shit, that slipped. 

He should've stopped a few words back and it could've been a whole truth, still.

Fuck it— 

“That I can't stand seeing you with another dude,” Beomgyu said.

“Is that how it feels when I'm with Yeonjun or Taeh—”

“You know what I mean, Yumi,” he solemnly says, it made it harder for Yumi to look at his eyes. “But defending myself still even though you know me… I didn't stay being your friend to get to my real intention.”

Yumi’s eyes start wavering at him, the gradual realization still about to her, but not quite crashing on her yet. She remains intently listening.

He glides his hands on the armchair beside him to lessen the piercing gaze at him. 

“It was just one random fine day back then, it felt like a punch in the gut that I'm not the closest guy to your heart, and I wanted to beat myself up for thinking that because you only deserve the best.” His voice is starting to rasp but he has to maintain his ground. “I'm your best friend but I don't think I'm your best choice as I can't even overcome the first step… but it's also because I have to lose being your best friend if I want to be your boyfriend.”

Too soon.

The change of that single word made Yumi’s heart flutter, along with the butterflies she didn’t know were there… Was that the nervousness all this time?

Yumi’s palm unconsciously caressed the center of her chest, along with the steady heartbeat echoing in her ears.

She tried to swallow it all back, shoving every worry down the depths of her subconscious.

“You don't have to risk that, Beomgyu… You can still be my best friend but… gosh, can you let me think about this?” She can’t help but trample over her words, she released her voice too soon without properly laying out her game plan choice of words. 

Yumi didn’t expect herself to be this shaken. What the hell?

“No sweat but… I am incredibly sorry, I think it's such bad timing that I'm confessing.” A panicked chuckle escaped his lips, his palm meeting the cold sweat-filled sideburn of his. He breathes out of exasperation. “I don't ever want to be that asshole that comes along your way when you're clearly still heartbroken. I know I can be an ass with all that teasing and getting on your nerves but—”

“I know you, Beomgyu,” she cuts him off, quickly whilst breathing slowly as if to instruct him to mirror her. “So no need to get that so worked up.”

It was also a way to prevent her anxiety from taking over. Some part of her is scared to make the same mistakes she did with Jaemin, like jumping in too soon the moment some opportunity presents itself. And Beomgyu doesn’t deserve to get trampled along her recklessness. 

Yes, she thought that through before getting into a relationship with him. But she felt that she should’ve done more than just be carried away with mere chemistry.

But it's different with Beomgyu.

Yumi knows it but… why does it still feel like butterflies are raging in her caged chest?

She'll be honest then. This is Choi Beomgyu we’re talking about. The sincerity in his eyes stayed the same as his intent look on hers that didn’t leave her for a hot minute.

Her hands trail along his chest, she’s a bit agitated to even let a slight sliver of pump be heard by her. As she’s scared if it is as loud as hers right now. 

Her fingers found the fabric of his crimson and gold tie, it’s almost always crooked, reflecting how rowdy this lion could get. Yet he always seems to look strong and so welcoming. 

I guess some things remain the same as they did when they were in their first years together.

Some things remain and linger, it’s the same person still.

We’re both just growing up together. 

No wonder I’m afraid for it all to fade to dust in just a snap…

“I don't know when or how but…” she rasps, her eyes wavered with water for a moment. “Maybe I was just putting off the thoughts and chances to be with you because what we have is already too precious for me to lose.”

“You won't lose me even as your lover, Yumi,” Beomgyu responds. “Think of it like an upgrade from all the bantering we have, our bond remains the same….”

“What if I don't want it to be?”

Beomgyu slowly nods, blinking slowly to acknowledge her. “It's bound to change but it's still ‘Yumi and Beomgyu’ in it, right?”

She can’t help but chuckle at that, shaking her head in relief. A coy smile slightly agape is evident in her. “You really are good at convincing, Choi Beomgyu.”

“No rush, I've waited for so long,” he chimes. “What's a few more times, right?”

Her mouth agape wider upon hearing that. “Since when…”

“Let's not mind the many chances slipped away of me being an idiot,” said Beomgyu, fast in brushing off any attempts to push the topic. At least not now.

“So it all goes back to you being an idiot huh….”

“Yumi…”

It's as if the way he said her name on his distracting lips sent alarm bells in her system. She advanced forward, leaning closer into his space.

To where the trajectory of her thoughts is aiming, she just wants to get closer to her goal either way. Yumi shuts both her eyes along her thoughts of the ever-pestering butterflies in her system.

Fuck it.

Yumi kisses him, square in the lips to prevent him from spurring further nonsense. This goes along with him no longer reverting to talk about his idiotic failed attempts, right?

Seeing his eyes flutter close and ease at her impromptu plan, he seems to agree along her way. His walls are cascading down as seconds pass.

His hand landed on the sides of her face, the other supporting the nape of her neck, while her other hand supported herself by the surface of the armchair nearby.

Feeling herself melt and her legs turning jelly, she swiftly grabbed on his coat to balance herself right up. Her whole body felt like it was suspending and levitating gradually on the warm sensation. It’s so quick to get lost into cloud nine on how sweet and tender every kiss gets with Beomgyu.

Even on how pent-up he was all these years, fuck… is this how gentle he treats me?

It’s the polar opposite of how his mouth can run kilometers worth of insults and gosh, the tantamount teasing, but he tastes sweet as candy once kissed.

Ah, she’s painted crimson red at the idea of being held gently like this by Beomgyu.

Why didn’t she dive headfirst sooner into his arms like this?

Like crashing into deep waters, Beomgyu’s current and effect on her body easily sweep her off her feet on how he touches her skin.

Beomgyu flopped her up on the seat as he continued to plant kisses on her face.

He looks at her momentarily, eyes soft and hazy all the same as if he lets his pupils do the talking, asking her for permission if he can touch her and explore her where his glances may land.

“Here?” she clarifies, almost breathless as their lips parted. Is this where he meant? Yumi guides his arms by her chest, her heart is thumping so loud it’s deafening in both her ears.

“I meant here…” He whispered, lowering his hands to her delicate waist. Yumi felt his fingers tapping patiently on her clothed hips. She buried her face momentarily in his equally loud chest.

His ears quickly stained red at how Yumi went there too soon.

“You have all of me.” Her voice was slightly muffled, but she quickly tilted her head upwards, and her kiss landed by his chin.

“Let’s take it slow.” He firmly holds both her shoulders, caressing it gently as if to calm her down. “We just confessed to each other, hmmm?”

“Right… sorry, I’m still new to this.” Her eyes shy away from his, actions evident of her impatience and persistence. 

She managed to just return her hands on his chest, to his necktie that she’s eagerly anticipated to remove since earlier. 

But she must restrain herself, for now.

“At least I’m not new to you…” he beams, his warm hands finally landing by her fingers, squeezing her hands endearingly. He placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. “Just… a new label of the relationship between us. But we’re still best friends, okay? Another status just added.”

“Thanks for reminding me that, it’s an easy to bypass thing even though that’s obvious.”

She hugged him, burying her face on his stomach. Yumi squishes him further then shakes her head deeper onto his torso. Beomgyu pats her head, kissing the top of her head while he caresses her hair down.

Beomgyu chuckles at her cute gesture. Still on cloud nine on any of this happening right now. 

They still had a lot to talk about, and the thoughts of today’s study session were tossed out the window.

“You guys are awfully quiet,” Yeonjun states the obvious, noticing the two averting their eyes at each other for the past hour or so and just focusing on their plates. Is the meat that good that they're speechless? 

The Slytherin also grabbed a handful by the serving to check for himself. 

But he digressed.

“A bit too quiet.” Yeonjun squinted his eyes at them, feeling the suspicious shift in the atmosphere. His eyes did not leave them for a second that it caused him to spill some of the sauce on the edge of his plate. Bora tsks her tongue on his mess.

Beomgyu just chewed on his food, giving him a brief glance but remained quiet.

“Finally,” Soobin says under his breath, feeling the need to blow off some sarcasm. He hasn't done one for his streak yet for today.

“Like some peace and quiet huh?” Kai added fuel to the fire, he chortles as Soobin smirks his way.

Bora nudges them, quickly putting off the usual, running-their-mouths ambiance.

Strangely without the usual participation of the Top Two Banterers of the group.

The Ravenclaw joins Yeonjun in staring at the two. Bora did notice their odd behavior since they gathered in the Great Hall. But it's unlikely any of their arguments occurred that they turned sour like this. It's been years since they lost it, and took weeks to reconcile like little kids. They're already in their final year for goodness sake. Or is it? Like what the hell is up with these two now?

Yumi was first to finish eating and carries off her plate but Beomgyu beats her to it, cleaning her space.

She just perks her brow at him, no means of verbal interaction left their mouths as they conversed with their eyes. Spoken like two close best friends.

Beomgyu just brushes off her glares.

And the gang is left pondering over their strange quietness.

They gathered by the side of the hallway, parting ways as some had classes to attend to. Yumi still checked on them though.

“We're heading to the library, wanna come?” Yumi asked in the most casual tone of hers, looking nonchalant as she was right beside Beomgyu.

Like you two? Yeonjun asks in his mind. He stares at them momentarily, back and forth in an animated way to get his point across without speaking.

The group exchange looks.

Taehyun lays out his hand declining, landing at Beomgyu’s neatly pleated tie. His eyes landed on Beomgyu's chin, a tinge of pink smeared on his skin. Similar to the shade Yumi was wearing…

Taehyun perks a brow then grins at the two. “Nah, we wouldn't want to get in the way of your date. Go on.”

“Huh?” Yumi's face is in sync with Beomgyu’s upon hearing that. They might've rubbed onto each other too much.

She just shakes her head, looking at the others if they have the same thing in mind and if they're going or not. 

They also implied negative. 

“Suit yourself,” she says, shrugging off while Beomgyu again initiates to take her bag off her shoulder.

The two start at their own pace to walk away from the group.

“Bora-yah,” Taehyun whispers to his fellow Ravenclaw while he gestures to her to follow their gaze at them till the two leave. 

When the coast is clear, he utters. “See? They didn't even deny it.” Taehyun gestures to his chest and necktie. “And… Beomgyu almost always never neats his tie that way… unless…?”

Bora turns to him, mouth agape as she’s putting together the puzzle pieces. “OMG. Are you for real?”

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[chemicallady]

Heyyy, would you possibly be able to do a Noah Sebastian story that is like a brothers best friend dynamic? I live eat and breathe this stuff lol

I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: slight mention of sexual intercorse. Nothing too deep, I'm saving it for next Chapters

Summary:  you're a real mess, your life is turning into a living hell, so your brother Matt convinces you to move in with him in LA and start working for the band he's taking care of

A/N: I dont wanna spoil to much in here, because... Well, you' ll see. English is not my native language and no one peer review this ff. It's gonna be a world of fun, I already know it!

Important! I don't know Noah or Matt or any of the real people portrayed un this story. This is fictional!

Enjoy then 😏

Ouch, I've lost myself again

You've always been around, unseen. Having a brother like Matt could be a blessing and a nightmare in equal parts. You were feeded with stories about gigs and musicians while grow up with your older brother, who is dear to you in a way that actually you cant explain. Matt as always been your twin flame even if you are younger than him. You grew up looking at him with a lot of respect and it broke your heart when he left Texas, moving to California. At the time you werent ready for the big change and your brother's friend were still a bit mysterious to you.

You were used to spend as much time as possible in his company, but with this fresh start for him, you just fell into the ordinary. Nothing against your life, by the way; your parents always supporting, best friends ready to drive you to the closer pub and deliver the best night possible, a lovely boyfriend who adored you in any meaning.

You loved the shit out of Shawn. He was your person, the one always there when you were in need. Your high school sweetheart. Maybe he wasnt your first kiss or your first fuck but he was the one who made you feel like it was worthy, living for someone else. The one who pushed you to improve yourself for your own sake, that helped you in finding a job for the local tattoo shop as a piercer when the school was over.

You did everything in your power to be the best girlfriend possible. You decoreted your shared flat in the warmest way possible. You turned down a good scholarship for that college in Montana, pissing your parents and brother for this lost opportunity. You gave up to your dream to be a writer because he had to stay in Texas and take care of his mom. You helped him through the loss, when she die.

But it wasn't enough.

You loved the shit out of Shawn and he loved you in return, but it wasn't enough.

Your relationship suffered a slow, agonizing death with multiple attempt of reanimation. Vacations togheter, a bigger flat, a cat.

Nothing compensate the distance between the two of you and he was the one brave enough to call it for a quit. You knew was gonna happen but it didn't hurt you less. Moving back to your parents, while quitting your job just to avoid to meet him everyday, took you to the bottom. Then the shutdown decided to kick you while you were already down, spending days in bed just listen music or watching anime whitout any chance to go out with your friends or for just a walk.

Everyone was really worried about you. You lose weight and that energy that always marked you.

And you stayed there, drowing in your own misery until Matt decided that enough was enough.

《 Pack your shit, you're moving in with me to LA. You're done making mom and pops that upset.》

The end of fall 2021 signed your rebirth. Matt found a bigger apartment for the two of you and Lucifurr, your vicious black cat which has an obsession in chewing cables and destroy everything paper made. You have always want to leave nearby the ocean and Malibu had a ton of opportunities to offer you. You started a yoga class the same week you moved, in order to make some new friends. Accoding to Matt, there are a lot of things to do around the band he is working with, Bad Omens.

You offer yourself as a merchgirl, but since you're a good writer an even better in tolerate people bullshit (you have to be karmatic, all the teens who came to get a piercing to the shop have always made a scene in front of needles), you could be perfect as a PR/assistant for the band. You remember them barely because someway somehow, these are the guys who steal all the time Matt has. Time that you never get.

You remember this four guys with long hair, basic metalheads, except for the drummer. You remember when you gave him the nostril after a show in 2015, maybe 16, and he took it like a champ whitout complaining. You remember the singer, this slenderman type of guy with beautiful long hair that looks like silk. You've never felt more envy of someone else hair like that. And also the other three guys were nice, especially Vincent. The only one who you can connect to a familiar face because you two got a nice conversation on tattoos when you visited Matt, three years ago.

They are nice.

You've heard stories about them at every phone call.

But still, thieves of precious moments that you want have again in your life again between you and your brother.

All the missing birthday, all the call postponed due to technical issues. He wasn't there to pick up your pieces when Shawn get a rid of you.

And Matt wasn't supposed to, but being selfish, you wish he was there.

But he is now and this is enough to bring the light back to your life. The long talks after dinner, movie nights, everything is back to the normal between you two since you moved and it's restoring.

With this wave of good mood, even if you havent forgotten Shawn yet, you enroll to gym, so you can work out after yoga.

And is in this specific place that you meet Eric.

The first time you caught him lurking at you you were running on the thremill.

There is something familiar in him but still, you dont know anyone in LA. You were the one who actually landed the first conctact with this new alien subject, so introvert to avoid your eyes.

《 Today is hot as hell, right?》

Talking about the weather is the easiest card to play. He smiled a bit shily to you before answering. 《 Don't tell me, I hate how hot is in here. Are you new? I've never seen you around》

《 I just moved in with my brother, actually. 》

《 You're a southie for sure. I like your accent.》

You giggle at his words, while he gets some confidence, passing a hand through this short hair. 《 you got me. You don't sound californian as well》.

《 Maybe because I'm not》. There was a moment in which he seemed to be doubtful, like he changed his mind and he didn't want actually to talk with you. He looked at you with a weird expression, like he realised something was off. 《 What's your name?》, he asked then, almost suspicious.

And then you lied. You rarely give your real name to strangers. A self defence mechanism for girls. 《 Vanessa. You?》

He looked more relaxed, 《 Eric.》

《 Nice to meet you Eric... Do you know a nice bar around? 》

《 Maybe I know a place 》 he reflected, smiling a bit malicious. He was definitely flirting. 《 Can offer you a beer or something? Just to welcome you in town.》

You are not ready for a new story yet, but after almost a year after you broke up with Shawn, you needed at least some human conctact. Eric was nice with you since the beginning. He invited you to this dive bar after the gym a couple of times, not far from your place. He paid for you a couple of cocktails while having a real nice Conversation. A superficial one, about the tattoos that covered him. About living in LA. You mentioned your brother a couple of times and he talked about his roomates and all the crazy things they have done during the pandemic.

He told you he is a Producer and you told him you're still unemployed.

One way or another, he got closer to you in a matter of days. And when he kissed you, you obliged and kiss him back. One thing leaded to another and the two of you ended fucking in the back of his SUV. And oh boy... you needed it so much. It was a quickie, but he seemed to be promising. His long fingers stimulated you untill you cried out for pleasure. His mounth divoured you inch by inch. And his cock....

He knew how to use it, let's say that.

After, he gave you his number and the two of you planned to see each other by the end of the week, at the gym, after your yoga class and his class of jujitsu....

The morning after you're fresh and relaxed like you weren't in months. Matt tends to be overprotective so you didn't told him about Eric while you were having breakfast. You need to know this guys deeply before accept that you know have a situationship. And your brother doesn't need to know about you screacting you itchies.

He has a hot temper when someone looks at his dear little sis.

After breakfast you got ready to meet the band again after almost three years.

《 I can't believe Vincent quitted. He was the nicest.》

Matt sighs while driving to the guys' house, mentally focused on the traffic. 《 youll see him when we'll be in Virginia, don't worry. 》

Your eyes slip on streets and houses, wards and parks but you still feel like You're in a new country. You don't know how much it will take to get used to California.

《 here we are》 , Matt says, parking. 《 let's refresh the rules.》

《 Oh c'mon, I'm not twelve anymore》

《 y/n 》

《 alright! I don't have to embarrass you while you're free to be mean on me. I don't have to embarrass myself talking shit just because I'm nervous and if the music sucks, I can't tell your precious Noah.》

《 You can do better but, more or less, that's it. Lets go. I need another coffe and maybe something sweet before start to film the music video. 》

It's so weird filming inside a house and not in a proper set but all this low budget bullshit are quite the normal for small bands, you think.

You have to be their assistant and eventually a PR- so Matt can stop to bitching on twitter all the time- and you know nothing about bands.

According to Matt, you're going to learn quick.

According to Matt. You know that he picked you up for the job so he can force you to write what he wants.

And continuing to bitch around through you.

The guitar player greets you at the door and introduces himself again as Jolly. The rest of the guys minus Noah are in the garage. It's marvelous how Orie, one of the guys who lives here, a director, reorganize the space with tubes and flashlight.

《 What's the name of the song, again? 》 you ask to Nick Folio, whos already youre favorite.

《 Artifical Suicide》 it's the answer, while he takes his place back behind the drums.

《So emo》 it's your honest observation that makes him laught. Matt looks at you in a way that if he could, you would be incinerated where you're standing. You're already embarrassing him.

Nice.

You regret nothing.

It's a lil sister job to make her brother in troubles, that's what pops always says.

Mike brings you a coffe that you accept with a smile, than tells everyone the news about the singer that is still not here.

A diva, of course. That's your first thought. Every singer is a natural diva.

《 He is still looking for the glove.》

《 He would lost his head if it wasn't attacked to his neck》 , a solid comment arrives from Ruffilo, immediatly followed by an annoyed reply from behind you.

《 I can ear you motherfucker. You are- what the fuck?》

You turn in time to face the famous singer and almost choke with the coffe.

《 Yo Noah, do you remember my sister, y/n?》

You see Noah turning pale for a second while trying to say something in return.

You're also speechless for a second, before putting your shit togheter so Matt wont finds out in the first five minutes. 《 Howdy! You... you cut your hair. Nice. I didn't know》

You didn't.

That's why was so easy for Noah to be Eric for almost a week. For a hook up with you. His best friend sister.

....Splendid.

You're fucked.

[mrghostrat]

OK IM ANSWERING ASKS!! open for some delightful streamer au headcanons

Anonymous asked:

ohh y'all mentioned how crowley / aziraphale would react to edits and ... oh god the chaos of a media share stream crowley would ABSOLUTELY be swarmed with simping clips, no matter how good he thinks he is at copyright striking oh and song requests after singing reveal oh ANDDD things in French that are just. vile (complementary) he would probably not do media shares for a looooooong while after that lmao

this has such chat jukebox energy oh my god. i love media streams, they're insanity, which makes them perfect for crowley.

and poor sod, when he finally thinks he's escaped the last of the simp clips, chat starts sending him seemingly "innocuous" songs to play. good old fashioned lover boy. pale blue eyes. a nightingale sang. HMMM there seems to be a theme here........

@genderlessjacky asked:

okay okay "How Long Can We Protect Aziraphale From Dying game" is amazing , love it , no criticisms at all . but what if we go the other way Aziraphale is a GOD at COD or Halo or whatnot lets just say before he became a cozy streamer , he used to play like a crapton of shooter games when he was younger or when they came out and played them for YEARS in his younger ages until he got bored and started baking and reading and stuff , discovered it was his passion and continues doing it , streams it ectect and when this happens everyone expects like "Omg he is gonna get killed in the first 5 seconds but ends up carrying the entire team to victory and everyone is like "WHAT." so confused that this innocent , plump old angelic man who cooks and reads and barates anyone who swears , got 20 kills in a row in COD?? while not swearing and barating anyone in chat who does?? is my life a lie???????? Bonus : Crowley , Anathama and Newton had no knowledge of this. at all. like he just assumed that they already knew he was really good at this and when they ask him ab it he goes like "hm? i thought you already knew?" and the others going "WELL CLEARLY NOT."

aziraphale is a man of many talents 😂 i personally can't picture him enjoying games that revolve around killing and hurting people, but i love when he can constantly surprise everyone and crowley with out of pocket talents and hobbies ehehehe

Anonymous asked:

I would like to suggest the Western Hognose as a most patient and cuddly snake to be delivered during snake delivery, they are funky little tubes with no neck and cute upturned snoots

UGH THEY'RE SO CUTE I WANNA KISS EM. i drew crowley's snake as a big black python but now i can't stop imagining him with a little guy that hides up his sleeve while he games and is small enough that people might not notice it immediately......... aziraphale's hand reaching into frame with a guy wrapped around it, and they just kind of sit there half holding hands while they wait for the snake to slither from one wrist to another.

Anonymous asked:

Your art inspires a hc…. Someone (Crowley, probably) gets Aziraphale a pair of purple round glasses and when the do streams together they match

omg aziraphale with blue light glasses that look like his little reading glasses from the show 🥺

@samsteacup asked:

So Streamer AU won't leave my mind. So I gotta share this. I understand if you don't put it into your ff, it's your story but your followers might enjoy it. :D 1. Aziraphale collaborates in Crowley's stream where they wanna play a game. (some shooter) and they set up Aziraphale character together but Aziraphale spends way too long to perfect him. Crowley is all patient and all and then when they start playing Aziraphale just can't handle the controls for the love of god. So Crowley helps him and it's a fucking disaster, he's furiously protecting Aziraphale in game while simultaneously trying to explain to him what to do. But Crowley is incredibly patient, even when they lose because Aziraphale accidentally shoots someone from their own team. The chat loses it because he usually is so short tempered in streams. Aziraphale is still a bit overwhelmed and frustrated that he completely ignores the chat. Which is good because people are shipping them to death and writing the wildest (naughtiest) theories of what already happened to make Crowley so gentle and patient. So Crowley just bans them all. 2. Another collaboration but this time on Aziraphale's channel. They are baking Christmas cookies together while talking about the holidays, gift buying, songs and other cute traditions/Christmas memories. While preparing the dough Crowley is a bit too aggressive while kneeding the wet with the dry ingredients and he gets a cloud of flour into his face. Aziraphale chuckles and cleans his face with some wash cloth. They continue baking and having a great time. Though Crowley constantly steals the leftover dough from Aziraphale, after he punches out the forms with the cutter. While waiting for the cookies to bake and cool, they start making the icing and drink wine. Crowley kinda overdoes it with the wine and gets a bit tipsy. So at some point he just dips his finger in icing and holds it to Aziraphale's face, who gets all flustered but eventually eats the icing of Crowley's finger. (Which will definitely not end up a GIF that forever haunts both of them in their streams) When they finally start icing the cookies, Crowley is not just tipsy anymore but properly drunk. So half of the Santa cookies get penises or boobs or both. And Aziraphale just rolls his eyes, says "You're being silly" (yes, exactly in that voice!) and takes away the wine from Crowley.

what the fuck im so FED

crowley switching on his patience to help aziraphale in a new situation like 😭 "i won't leave you on your own"

IT SOUNDS LIKE CROWLEY JUST STRAIGHT UP FORGETS THEY'RE LIVE and gets caught up just havin a fun time oh my lord!! 😭😭😭

@squirrellegion26 asked:

hiiiiii hi hi SIR IM ADDRESSING UR STREAMER AU. im in love with itttttt buttt what if what if what if crowley’s head pops up in one of azi’s streams like a frickin cat over the counter and chat is like “ohhh myyy goodness he’s adorable!!!” and azi’s like “oh, hello, my dear” and then crowley’s like “see ya peace” and then slinks back to whatever dark hole he slithered out of anyway SO MUCH LOVE TO UR AU I LOVE IT I CANT WAIT UNTIL UR FIC COMES OUT I LOVE U OKAY BYR

thpfht it's giving

Anonymous asked:

I just found your good omens streamer au and I'm instantly obsessed, I love the concept and ideas so much. This scenario instantly came into my head aswell and I wanted to share!! Like Crowley just did a really long stream and wants to go sleep and doesn't end up fully stopping the stream by accident, so the viewers see him after he thinks he ended stream and he just calls out "Angel, I need hugs now" and just walks off without knowing the stream is still going. And everyone in chat goes crazy trying to let anyone know the stream is still going but also with the fact they saw Crowley switch to his soft side so quickly!! And either Anathema calls Crowley to tell him it's still going and he runs back cursing to turn it off... OR...Aziraphale goes into the room to maybe collect the mug of coffee he made for Crowley and finds the stream still going and the chat going MAD over it trying to get his attention but also freaking out that it's Aziraphale.

oh lord have mercy on m for all this second hand anxiety but

you GOT ME with the mask switching from streamer mode to soft tired angel hugs mode, i'm punching myself in the face

i imagine that footage of aziraphale walking onto crowley's room for mug collection is like cryptid footage that occasionally circulates the gossip subreddits even after crowley has deleted the vod

Anonymous asked:

i literally just found your streamer AU and i have read EVERY MORSEL YOU HAVE ABOUT IT. i am so excited to read the fic when you’re finished with it! all i can think about is Aziraphale sliding things under Crowleys door if its locked while he’s streaming. and its the most random things every time, and of course it gets turned into a compilation posted somewhere. i just think that idea is silly. AGAIN I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS AND EVERYTHING YOU SHARE ABOUT IT!! 💕

hthfph THANK YOU FOR SHARING HEADCANONS i mean it, it's so fun and silly and i love that everyone is getting into this together ✨

[steelthroat]

I only have 1 very controversial opinion:

You should have a license for kids and pets.

Long rant incoming:

Like... yeah, I know it's bad, it can be strumentalized politically etc etc. I know I know- controlling natality like that is dangerous and stuff. Fine, I get it, I swear I do.

But seriously after all the [INCREDIBLY BAD] parenting I witness (especially now that I am staying at the theme park) and the straight up animal abuse (because otherwise I don't know how to label that shit) I see from certain dog owners...

GEE I GET IT PARENTING/TAKING CARE OF AN ANIMAL IT'S HARD BLA BLA BLA. Don't have them. Please I swear to God Don't make what are supposed to be good memories fucking miserable to your kids.

Just be humble and seek some help or informations on how to take care of something/someone else.

Look. I've seen poor dogs laying on the floor under the few shadows that are here and there tired, absolutely devastated. And I know for a fact the ground ain't cool, those dipshits that own them walk with fucking shoes on and forget the main reason they do huhhh???

DO NOT BRING DOGS WITH YOU AT THE THEME PARK. JFC IT'S NOT THAT HARD OF A CONCEPT. Your dog will be tired, the floor is literally lava, you CANNOT bring them on the roller coasters and you cannot leave them to the staff. It will be stressing for you and miserable for them, do not fucking do it.

And please parents don't be assholes for a day? Jfc it's the first time your 5yrs old kid has experience something like that, be patient???? My god, they're excited, YOU brought them here, match even a half of their enthusiasm.

I know your kid has asked you to look at [insert thing] 30 times and you've already seen it 3000 times before. THEY HAVEN'T. THEY ARE FIVE FFS. LOOK AT THEM SHOWING YOU THE COOL THING. It takes five seconds, even less and they’ll be satisfied.

And the ones who snap at their kids after they ask them something twice.

I hate you. You should have never reproduced. You made life miserable for both you and your poor kid that DOESN'T DESERVE YOU.

Like I don't get it, kids ARE hard and can be pretty annoying, 100% no doubt in my mind. But also if you listen to them, if you [EDUCATE] them and understand how they think... it does get easier. You're the parent. If you don't know how your kids "work" you're doing a bad job.

And maybe you are gonna think "hey Zero, you don't have kids you don't understand, also there is a difference between a parent ignoring a tantrum and what you're saying maybe they are..."

NO. Nuh uh! I've been around children all my life, I've had to help some parents, spend a lot of time being the babysitter of the friend group to the younger siblings.

And guess what? I was their favorite person, why? I matched their energy, I LISTENED to them and I was KIND to them when they asked something. If I had to stop a tantrum I didn't turn it into a screaming match.

Guess I was doing SOMETHING right if ALL those kids from different backgrounds and contexts decided *I* was someone worth listening to.

______________________________

On a more serious note, I know a license for kids is not a good thing because 100% this would be strumentalized against natives, people of color, poor people, etcetera. Yes, yes, I know. It should never become a reality. I am just venting about the bad parents I see, and I wish nothing for them to see the error in their ways and to not further traumatize or make their kids' lives miserable and start over. I believe in rehabilitation and redemption.

I am just angry and tired mate.

A license for animals, however, is something I am starting to believe in after some shit I've witnessed. These owners are dangerous.

[babsvibes]

I find it baffling how small and quiet the bobburgers fandom is when at the same time Logan gets disproportionate hate/antis/legit haters I mean someone made the effort to draw a hate comic about Logan here (Louise was a weak sad b*lly victim lol iirc) ffs. Worse fandom pretends its a friendly place with no drama its such bullshit

Honestly? Yeah. The main takeaway though is to be louder about the things you love than they are about the things they hate

Every time I call the fandom full of friendly people (and it is) it's more like I'm speaking it into existence. Manifesting, if you will. Or gaslighting I guess. The thing is you have to focus on what you want to see and spread that message instead. I agree, Logan gets a tonnn of hate for a character that's in a whopping eight-ish episodes. Which, okay, I won't argue with how anyone feels. It's what they do with those feelings that matters. And some people choose to make hate art, write spiteful fic, send suicide bait, and post other nasty messages while contributing to NO other part of fandom. Can't fight back against it, I'm only ever going to be painted as the aggressor if I do. But we've got the block button, filters, and the ability to spread joy when we can.

About the bully comic--people removing Louise's agency in order to further a narrative that she's completely powerless when she fights with Logan is going to put me in an early grave like okay can you be misogynistic to female characters and their role in the story somewhere else? She has put the fear of god in that boy, and why would anyone disrespect that? It's so... boring (at the least) to want to white knight Louise when she's capable of so much. But, you know, painting victim stories as annoying could also easily be my own bias too. That's the hard part, all of this is completely subjective to your own experience and perspective.

At the end of the day, I'm begging everybody to show love to what you enjoy. Leave a nice comment on a fic, write a compliment in the tags of someone's art, send a nice ask to a creator you like. I'd rather spend my energy helping real people than get dragged into someone's delusions about fictional people. So all love from here on out, baby

[ortofosforico]

Scientific snippets to help world building if you want to write abt the TVA but don't know where to look at.

(this is long/is me being a nerd/is me avoiding to study for my physics exams)

First things first: you don't need to put any science in it if you don't want to. It's your FF and you can have as much fun as you like with inventing science, since that's what they do in the show. Once you've found the scientific basis you like the most, go wild and make it science fiction. ����

About that: Loki dumps a couple concepts here and there, but doesn't follow through with any of them. This is great because it leaves room for speculation and gives many different outcomes that we can play with.

At the same time though... Meh. Wasted potential.

Seriously, nothing is explained, no one knows anything- you're free to cause havoc!

Ok let's start!

1) anything is possible:

Loki breaks two very important rules of physics: it inverts entropy, and allows teleportation.

A positive, high entropy (let's call it chaos) is the most natural state of the universe, and it's either growing positive or constant. If you can find a way to invert entropy, you've completely destroyed the whole thermodynamics branch of science. I am very grateful to you, and so is every scientist in the world! Because thermodynamics prevents us from rendering possible things like perpetual motion, or energy without pollution. Entropy is one of the reasons why when you get a hole in your tires, air comes out in the atmosphere, instead of going into your tires from the outside. (It's complicated, I'm sorry lol)

Chaos is the most probable outcome, always. The branches of the different timelines can survive on their own, used to before the Loom, and the butterfly effect is very much real.

If you can find a way to contrast the destroying effect of the Loom, you can leave the branches alone.

Teleportation is a very interesting boundary.

In the show, they move in time and in space. Time, we don't really know for sure, there's another point for that; but space is a big no for now.

Teleporting somewhere would mean traveling faster than the speed of light. Nothing can break the wall of that speed: things are either faster (this is only an hypothesis, and a very recent one at that) or slower (us, yay!)

Now, these things seem impossible because we don't have the science to understand them completely; but as much as unlikely, it's not wrong to think that one day we'll be able to surpass these situations.

If you (Loki) live in a world that has managed to surpass the speed of light and invert entropy, you can do anything. Yes, even free Tom from Yddgrasil.

2) TIME PASSES AT THE TVA.

It does, we've seen it. It probably passes in the Citadel too. Why?

If you don't know, gravity modifies time, in a relative way. (We'll get back to that) I think the Loom/Yddgrasil absolutely creates a gravitational pit big enough to stretch time so much that it almost doesn't move anymore.

BUT there's a problem with that.

Time passes the same for everything. If you're on Earth or at the TVA for five years, you're still going to perceive five years passing; but the stretch of gravity made by the Loom will make it so that a minute at the TVA corresponds to years and years on Earth.

This is a nice plot point, because it gives conditions to time travel, makes it a bit harder: if you want to spend five minutes away from the TVA, but have a month long vacation, you need to find a place and a time that is just far enough for relativity to work its wonders.

The problem is:

3) RAVONNA RENSLAYER IS A DRAMA QUEEN.

Because she says she's spent aeons at the TVA.

AEONS. Darling, a aeon is half a billion years, the Earth is like 5 aeons old.

And getting back on point two, the TVA employees would have still experienced a normal passing of time. Maybe the brainwashing and the ambiance would have made it feel like endless, but if you're influenced by the Loom, and billions of years are passing in the multiverse, you've been at the TVA for a couple years tops. Especially because no one seems to be aging.

Which brings us to THE FIRST BRANCH OF THE THEORY!

Let's dive into science fiction. Say Ravonna didn't shit out of the potty, and it's really been a billion years.

Maybe the TVA is on a completely different scale of time. Maybe the employees are still set on human time, but in reality, they are living in nanoseconds, or even lower. This would destroy their biological... Everything, but shh. It's fun.

They live at the TVA for billions of years, but their bodies register that time as a week or something like that.

But then what happens when they go to the timeline?

This is another problem, because if you spend a minute a day in the timeline, for 500.000.000 years (an aeon), you are going to die of old age anyway. It's a lot of fucking time.

Conclusion: they don't age. The TVA employees, due to some manipulation made by HWR, cannot age.

UNLESS there's a time limit to the TVA effect, and the employees could start aging after a certain time away from the TVA.

Look at that: three different outcomes, all valid because Marvel didn't set a canon. ✨✨

4) PICK THE KIND OF TIME YOU WANT

With our current knowledge we have two big time theories: one from the relativistic theory, one from quantum physics.

First: the past and the future are already there and the present is an illusion.

Source👀

The point in which the cones meet is the present, it's an asymptote and doesn't exist.

Talking science fiction: you can put your Citadel or TVA right there, OR outside of the cones completely.

Second:

(no graph for this, it's traumatic)

The present is real, the past doesn't exist anymore, and the future is yet to be determined because the nature of the universe and quantic fluctuations.

5) LET'S TALK BRANCHING

Now that there are branches, how does your universe work? If you go back in time in your timeline, changing the past will affect your future, create a new branch, or both?

Also, probability, the butterfly effect and our dear Entropy tell us that there are situations that are more likely to happen. If you have a thousand different Mobiuses, chances are the majority of them will have a very similar life; a couple hundred will have another, and finally a bunch of them will stray completely, all doing something different. Who knows, maybe the jet ski seller single dad is just one in a million, 👀 and the most probable form of Don is a miniature cowboy at war with his enemy-turned-lover Roman general.

Use this as you wish.

I have simplified a couple concepts for brevity, to keep focus, and to avoid opening the books I'm supposed to be studying.

Remember: science is cool, but science fiction and doing whatever the fuck you want is so much fun.

Especially because in this universe there's magic too!! YOU CAN DO ANYTHING.

You could argue that only our universe works like this, and the multiverse could be different. It can be!

This, unlike time slipping (I will die on this hill) is a fiction problem!

If you made it this far and want to share your theories, go on!

[nobodyisneurotypicalinthebureau]

If you don't mind, what are your favourite Headcanons of the ship between Jack Archer and Lars Douglas? (aka Jars)

(Ik I'm late responding to this, but I was dragged around a mall today lol)

Lars confessed first. Obviously, he had to do it through either a song or a joke. It's Lars ffs.

Jack accidentally started using Lars' Australian vocabulary in his everyday speech at some point.

It took the triplets a while to transition from calling Jack "Uncle Jack" to calling him "Dad".

They don't want to have any more kids. The triplets are enough, especially once they reach their teen years.

Speaking of the triplets, one of the kids had another kid say to them, "My dad could beat up your dad," and the triplet replied, "Which one?". (Tbh it was probably May)

Both of them get distracted while driving, hence why they end up in some strange places with no clue how they got there.

Ever since they moved in together, Jack has been finding a lot more glitter in his clothes and hair.

Before they moved in though, date nights were mostly dinner and a movie at Lars' place so they could spend more time with the kids without leaving them home alone (which would be absolute chaos)

They would totally get a dog.

Sorry it's a bit short, I'm out of energy tbh.

[siriuslychessi]

“If one day I decided to leave, would you run away with me?”

Collection AO3 | FF

Christmas Break was something Marlene loved, she got to spend time with her family in Scotland, the siblings that graduated, and the new niblings that came during her time at Hogwarts.

It was a warm and festive time that she got to enjoy in the middle of a stressful year. 

Of course every family had her ups and downs, but going home had an invigorating effect on her. Maybe because she adored to be the favourite aunt, or maybe because she was still pretty much a daddy’s girl, even nearing her 16th birthday, but she found it special and it replenished the battery for her to go back and face the fuckery that was Hogwarts pureblood population.

She had spent her day with her friends, unpacking, catching up, promising herself that she wouldn’t be one of those people that would change as soon as she had a boyfriend. 

Were they even in a relationship?

She assumed they were, but they never said anything clear in that regard, and she had pushed Sirius enough to date, she didn’t want to push more than that. 

At least not yet.

It didn’t dawn on her, until she entered the Common Room, that Winter Break wasn’t as thrilling for everyone else as it was to her. 

While she was bubbly and eager to talk about Lily’s new neighbour, and Mary’s fling, Sirius was sitting alone, near the fireplace, just staring at the fire, like all his energy had been taken in a swift of a wand. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t look for him earlier, he had been with James and the boys. She had seen him laugh, they shared a few moments with all the friend group, together. But now, in the almost empty Common Room, Sirius looked depleted, even sad.

Something that didn’t agree with Marlene at that moment. 

She excused herself from the girls, so that they could catch up when she went out to bed, which both Lily and Mary knew would be rather late, or not happen at all. However, they understood as Marlene went to sit next to Sirius. 

“Hullo love, something on your mind?” she said, making herself fit in the space between Sirius and his arm.

Sirius, who was mostly energetic, barely moved as she adjusted. He was still reliving some of the things that happened at home, wondering how it got to that. Even if he hated the bastards now it didn’t used to be like that, he remembered once liking being at Grimmauld, but now… the constant struggle just to have a normal conversation, the repetitive standards he had to fulfil even when he didn’t want or care for them, chipped away at his tough exterior and the child inside that just wanted his parents to see him for who he was and not what they wanted him to be.

He tried to play it down, to make it seem like he didn’t care, that he was just a Gryffindor, brave through and through, but some nights, like that one, it was simply too much for a 16th year old to carry with the burden of the world. 

They stayed like that for a few moments, it was odd that they weren’t bickering or snogging, just sitting there, watching the fire burn. Not a word to be said, just the crackling of the wood and the distant buzz of the few people still in the Common Room getting ready to go to their dorms.

“If one day I decided to leave, would you run away with me?”

It startled Marlene when he spoke, it was softer than anything that he ever said to her, but it spoke louder than many of the things that he said.

She looked at his hollowed eyes, usually there was a spark of mischief behind them, but not at the moment. All she could see was rage and hopelessness. It broke her.

“That depends, do we bring you emotional support boyfriend with us? I feel you wouldn’t last a day without James.” it was an attempt at teasing, maybe to bring him back from the darkness, maybe to just distract him from the intrusive thoughts. 

A small smile appeared on Sirius' left side, it was tiny but it was progress. 

He had to give it to her, she had a great way to bring him back to himself, to remind him that there were people that see something more in him than an heir and a way to carry on with the family's delusional ideas. 

“He is the one dependent on me, the poor bloke already ditched his girlfriend. I think he’s gonna propose soon, do you think I should do my nails for the occasion?” 

“Oi! No one is going to propose to my boyfriend, that’s weird!” she laughed, not realising what she said, just happy that he wasn’t brooding anymore.

“Boyfriend?” He asked after a few moments, not sure if he heard her right, they never discussed it, they never talked much, they mostly snogged, but he guessed that after almost 3 months of that they needed to be more than just a fling.

“I… oh… we don’t have to… I mean I thought we were there but if…” she stumbled, she didn’t want to pressure him into this, they were supposed to be having fun, just teenagers, even if she wanted more she would rather be slow than nothing.

She was about to defend herself some more, to explain that they didn’t have to, that things could be the same way as they had before. But her lips failed her on the account that Sirius’ lips were on top of hers at the moment.

They weren’t forceful, they weren’t trying to take more than they were given, but they were firm and she found herself relaxing a bit.

“I’ll go break up with James in a bit, I’ve got a girl now, can’t make her jealous.” he smirked at her, making McKinnon roll her eyes.

“Like I would be jealous of him, I’ve got a better sense of style. Quidditch jerseys can only do so much.” she joked, and Sirius laughed, that wonderful loud and contagious laugh.

[yidhraloves]

Alt.Gabriel x Reader

“My little Snowflake” pt.5

Link to the previous parts in order:

After 15 minutes Gabriel returned with a big plate of Waffles. He had prepared them beautifully, the more you looked at the waffles, the more they started to look like a dish you’d get in a 5-star restaurant. He placed them in front of you and then sat across from you, admiring you. Gabriel noticed that you weren’t eating your food and didn’t mention it at first. However, after 2 minutes passed, he looked at you with worry and said “Are the Waffles not up to standard? I can remake them so they fit your liking, my dove.”

“No,no it’s fine!” You replied, “they look so beautiful I’d feel bad about eating them”

Gabriel stared at you in confusion and said “You humans are so confusing. To think that a saviour such as myself couldn’t make infinite copies of this waffle is highly disrespectful! But I’d gladly make you more, so please eat the waffles without any feelings of regret.”

After finishing your waffles you wondered how Gabriel got his energy. You had spend a good chunk of time with him and never had you seen him eat or drink anything, so you asked him about it.

“I do eat, but not in the way you mortals would. I do not sleep. As the one true saviour I must be present at all times to fulfil my duties. Speaking of which, I must go now and attend such duties. It truly does worry me, your weak human mind is fragile and might break any moment, so I dislike leaving you here, defenseless. As much as I’d like to have you in my presence at all times, I believe having you acompany me to such duties would be non beneficial to either of us. But do not worry! I as your true saviour am always watching over you- at all times, I’m just one call away. I demand of you that you don’t leave this building and don’t let anyone in. Especially not those parasites, but do not fear them, for they are but a mere thorn in my side. If they- he knocks at your door and ask to investigate, do not answer and call for me. My disciples shall take care of him.”

Gabriel left after pressing his soft, cold lips against your forehead. So here you sat with nothing to do and no idea of when Gabriel would return.

[avengerscompound]

Moving On - Chapter 21

Moving On: A Falcon & Captain Marvel Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Sam Wilson x F!Reader, Carol Danvers x F! Reader

Word Count:  2217

Rating:  E

Warnings: angst, smut (FF, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis:  You thought Sam Wilson was the love of your life.  You had planned to do it all with him - marriage, kids, see the world.  Even when you’re life gets turned upside down, and you both end up international fugitives, he’s there by your side.

Then Thanos comes.

When Sam is one of the many turned to dust, leaving you alone and pregnant, you don’t think you’ll ever stop grieving.  Yet, everyone tells you that Sam would want you to move on and live your life - that he’d want you to be happy. Gradually you open your heart up to another.  Carol Danvers has lost people too.  First her daughter, then her wife.  As the two of you lean on each other, feelings grow and you move on together.

So what happens when Sam is returned to you?

Chapter 21: A Tangled Web

You were beginning to wonder how many times your world could be ripped apart before you no longer had the energy to pick up the pieces again.

Things had not been going smoothly.

Not that anyone was trying to make things difficult.  No one was intentionally causing trouble or even letting any of their hurt or trauma get in the way of figuring out what needed to happen from here on out.  The problem was the rest of the world.  The sudden arrival of billions of people had thrown the world into turmoil.  The world had moved on so much since half the population had turned to dust.  Children had been adopted.  People had moved into new homes and gotten new jobs.  Then everyone reappeared and now people who had blipped suddenly found themselves without homes or jobs and their kids five years older and being raised by completely different people.

Thankfully, Bruce had told you that he’d wished for everyone to return safely because as a physicist he’d been acutely aware of not only the risk of people suddenly existing in the exact same place at the exact same time - but also that the earth’s orbit and the movement of the galaxy meant that there would have been a risk of everyone just reappearing into the void of space.

There was a lot of chaos.  In some places, riots had broken out, and even in the more peaceful towns, there were a lot of disputes breaking out over homeownership.  The Avengers had been run off their feet.

You’d thought maybe there was something broken in you when you’d finally been told that Natasha had died getting back the stones.  You should have broken down into tears.  She’d been your closest friend for so long and now she was gone and you only felt numb.  Like it was the one thing that your mind couldn’t process.  The enormous boulder that had been placed onto the mountain that your proverbial donkey had been carrying that had broken its back.

It was all too much.  There had been no time to deal with the fact that Natasha and Tony had both died.  There had been no time to deal with the fact that Carol had been called back to Alpha Flight and had been delaying her return because of how chaotic everything had been on Earth.  There was barely even any time to eat and sleep let alone figure out what to do about the fact you were now inadvertently in a relationship with two people and your four-year-old daughter had just met her father.

Kit was holding up very well.  It was surprising how well considering how chaotic everything was.  Due to Bruce’s injury, he was staying at home and recuperating; he'd offered to take care of Kit while you, Carol, and Sam went out to put out spot fires.  She enjoyed spending time with Bruce who was an expert at doing fun kid’s science experiments these days, and as she was used to going to daycare while you worked it wasn’t unusual for her to be away from you during the day.  So for her, she was getting to spend time with her funny uncle and her dad was back.  She got to hang out with her dad at her uncle Steve’s place with a brand new uncle Bucky and then she came home to you and Carol at the hotel you were staying at, and it had a pool.

For you, there was a ticking clock counting down to a talk that you needed to have and a decision that you didn’t want to make, and you had no time to spend with the people whose lives would be changed forever based on the decision you made.

The thing was, it wasn’t just about picking Sam or Carol.  Sam had been so hurt, you weren’t even sure he wanted you anymore.  You knew he logically understood you hadn’t been cheating on him, but you could imagine that being in his position it would feel like you had been.  One second being in a happy relationship and the next to find out that the person you were with had been seeing another person for four years would definitely feel like betrayal.  And maybe - maybe - if it was just a case of it being you, Sam, and Carol you might leave with Carol.  Hurting Sam was awful, but you were doing it every second you dragged this out and if you cut and run, it would be like tearing off a band-aid, pain, and then healing.

It wasn’t just you, Sam, and Carol though.  There was Kit too.  Kit, who had a mama in Carol and a daddy in Sam.  Kit, who had grown up on a space station and thought of coming back to Earth as a holiday.  There was no choice you could make that wouldn’t hurt Kit.  It didn’t exist.

It had been a long day.  Tony’s funeral was soon and you still hadn’t had a chance to even grieve for him and Natasha.  You got back to the hotel and went straight to the bath.  Sam was picking up Kit from Bruce to get some one-on-one time with her and you had about an hour before he brought her around and you needed to wash off the day you’d had of breaking up fights and acting as a public mediator to conflicts where no one’s opinion was wrong.

You had sunk into the warm, scented water when Carol came in.  “That looks nice.  Would you like some company?” she asked.

“Mm-hmm…” you hummed, swishing the water with your legs.  “Come in.”

She stripped off her flight suit and hung it up before climbing into the bath opposite you, caging you between her legs.  “This is nice,” she hummed.  “When is Kit getting back?”

“In an hour,” you said.  “Sam’s taking her to the park.”

“That’ll be good for them,” she said.  Her face fell, and she looked down into the water and sighed sadly.  “I don’t want to sound like I’m pushing you into his arms.  Sometimes I feel like the things I say might sound like I’m trying to get rid of you.”

You shook your head.  “No.  Carol - I was there with you nursing for Maria.  I know how you love people, and I know you want me.”

“Okay then,” she said, meeting your eyes.  “Because I think you need to go out alone with Sam.  Like… on a date.”

“I’m not sure he wants that,” you said with a frown.  “He keeps looking at me with such pain.  Like I’m breaking his heart.”

Carol took your hand and tugged it.  You let her guide you so you were sitting laying against her, tucked between her legs as she held you.  “Sam still loves you and I know you still love him.  But you have changed in the past five years and he hasn’t.  You need to get to know him again and figure out how you feel.  You’ve been haunted by his ghost for five years, and now; here he is.  You have him back.  You need to figure out how you feel about that. Maybe he will never come to terms with the fact you moved on while he was gone, but you never really moved on either.  I mean… not all of you did.  And I know you love me, I do.  And I love you, and I love Kit and I do not want to lose you, but - what are you going to do?  Babe - what are you going to do?”

You started to cry in her arms, and a strong part of you wanted to pull away from her, but she held you close and put her chin on top of your head.  “Shh… I know.  I know this is impossible for you.  You know if I could stay here and work out some kind of shared polyamorous custody arrangement of you and Kit, I’d totally do it, right?  I want you and she’s my daughter.  I don’t want to miss out on another kid growing up.  But I have to go back out there.  I’m avoiding my responsibilities because everything is a mess here, but it’s a mess everywhere and I have this thing in me that can help right it.  I can’t just keep that for myself.”

“I know,” you sobbed.  “Out there is my home.  And it’s Kit’s home too.”

“But you can’t take her from her dad,” Carol said.  “Not now she’s just got him back.”

“You’re her mother too,” you argued.

“I know,” she sighed.  “I know.  And he still has a part of your heart.  So you have to figure out what you’re going to do here.  You need to spend some time with him and work it out.  I’m going to have to leave after the funeral and I need to know what the plan is.”

“What if I realize I do love him and he loves me and he wants to try but not if I’m with you?” you asked.

She shrugged.  “That’s a decision you have to make.  It’s your decision.  Not mine.”

“It affects you,” you argued.

“Of course it does!”  She barked, making you jump a little.  She sighed and rubbed her cheek on your shoulder.  “Babe… I want you to come with me.  I don’t care if Sam comes too.  I can share you.  But I want you to come home and our lives to get back to normal.  I want to get ready for work in the morning with you.  I want to get Kit her cereal and watch cartoons with her.  I want to come home to dinner cooking and read her a bedtime story and go to bed with you and fuck your brains out.  I don’t want to lose any of that.  I fucking love you, okay?  I love you!”  She took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that had formed that were making her eyes shine.  She sighed and shook her head.  “But I can’t tell you what to do.  I can’t make this decision for you.  I can’t make Sam be okay with any of this.  If I could magically make all this okay for you I would.  But I can’t.  I can’t, sweetheart.”

You turned your head and kissed her deeply.  She kissed back with a fierce intensity, her hand going to your hair, holding you into place.  Her free hand moved between your legs and she began to palm your cunt.  

You tried to move so you were straddling her lap and she held you in place at your pubic bone.  “No,” she breathed, barely breaking the kiss so her lips brushed over yours as she spoke.  “I want to give this to you.”

You relaxed back against her and spread your legs.  Her fingers slipped between your folds and she began circling your clit.  She painted it in random shapes.  Sometimes large and wide and others small and tight.  You moaned and your fluids - sticky and heady - dripped from you and painted her fingers, adding to the water to allow her hand to move more freely around your labia.

As the warm buzz spread through you, she pinched your clitoral hood and slid it back and then forward again, over the tiny bundle of nerves.  You gasped at the sudden intensity and let your head fall back on her shoulder.  You relaxed into her touch, giving in to the warm current drifting out through you from your cunt.  “That’s it,” Carol praised.  “I love you so much.  Relax.  Let me give this to you.”

“I love you too, Carol,” you whimpered, starting to rut up against her hand.  Her fingers moved faster and faster on your clit.  You started to pant as your orgasm built and pressed down deep in your core.  The pressure was intense and you bucked your hips as you chased its release.

Carol pinched your clit and it sent a sudden jolt tearing through you.  You jerked up hard, your legs trembling as your orgasm hit.  “Fuck!” you cried, arching your back.

“There you go,” she praised as she slowed her fingers.  “That’s it.”

You turned your head and kissed her tenderly, trying to express your feelings without words, when you pulled back she pulled you into her lap.  “I love you, Carol.”

“I know you do,” she said.  “I know.  I’m sorry you have to go through this.  I love you so much.  If I could take it away I would.”

“I just want everyone to be happy,” you said. “I want … I want Sam to forgive me and move in with us in space and us to be a happy space family.”

She chuckled.  “Would we have to all sleep in the same bed?”

“Yes,” you said.  “Great big circle bed.”

“A circle one?” she asked.

“Yeah.  Big circle.  Then there’s no wrong side.”

Carol laughed and nuzzled at your neck.  “I love you so much, you dork,” she said.  “Spend some time with Sam.  See if you guys can work something out.”

You nodded and relaxed against her, hoping you could untangle this whole thing so that everyone could be happy.  You didn’t like your chances.

// NEXT

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Hope van Dyne’s child

Hope van Dyne x child!reader

Scott Lang x stepkid!reader

warnings: insects (ants), sharp weapons

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Happy holidays darling! Would you write HC for Hope Van Dyne's child? Love the step-parents HC 🥰”

growing up as a lil smarty pants

grandpa hank was pretty proud, although he didn’t see you very much

once every few years

but he did tell you all these crazy stories about his adventures that you honestly thought were just fiction (until you were older)

“and i was as small as an ant, but i was still incredibly strong! remember that, kid. just because you aren’t as big as someone else doesn’t mean you can’t beat them” -hank

“y/n doesn’t need to be hearing those stories, hank” -hope

“why not? they have important life lessons in them!” -hank

“why does mommy call you ‘hank?’” -you

“because mommy hates grandpa, isn’t that right?” -hank

“okay, i think that’s enough of this visit. come on, y/n, time to go” -hope

your mom was very supportive of you, nonetheless

she wanted to be different from her dad

so she showed up to EVERYTHING

birthdays, sick days, tucking you in for bed, parent-teacher conferences, art shows, you name it

“here’s some tea, jellybelly. it’ll make your throat feel better” -hope

“mom, i think i’m dying” -you

“you’ll be fine” -hope, givin’ u a kiss on the forehead

life wasn’t like, extra crazy or anything. sometimes she’d bring you to work and honestly? darren cross didn’t seem like the worst guy. he even brought you whatever you might need if your mom was staying late at work

“hey, van dyne junior! i brought you a puzzle that might keep you busy for a while...and a happy meal from mcdonalds! let me know if you need anything else, me and your mom will just be in the lab for a little while” -darren

“thank you!!!” -you

uh huh, ur mom taught u manners!

anyways you started spending more time with your grandpa cuz they had a plan

thats when you found out that his “turning small” stories were not, in fact, bullshit

“wait grandpa...you actually did shrink as small as an ant?” -you

“why would i lie?” -hank

okay well cue you wanting to shrink down to ant size now it was your new aspiration

you did learn how to command ants tho!!!!!!

but unfortunately (or not so unfortunately) hank brought scott to the party

“hi!” -you, waking scott up

“what?!” -scott, jumping back against the headboard

“hi.” -you, staring at him “im y/n. these are my ants”

bullet ants were just crawlin around the place

“oh, that’s....that’s cool. any chance you could tell me where i am or how i got here” -scott

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy” -you, leaving abruptly

“are you bothering our guest?” -hope, watching you proudly nod “good job, jellybelly”

mom taught u how to punch 🥰🥰🥰

and let you use scott as a punching bag

but scott wasn’t like awful or anything he was just insufferable at times

“i think you’d like my daughter cassie. she’s weird and smart just like you” -scott

“did you just call me weird? mom, can i punch him again?” -you

“no no no! i meant weird in a good way! please dont hurt me anymore!” -scott

chasing him around the yard ready to ATTACK

hank had to tell u to cut it out

“dont tell them what to do” -hope

“someone has to” -hank

“excuse me? i parent y/n just fine, better than you ever did for me!” -hope

“do they do this often?” -scott

“every time they see each other but that’s not very much” -you

“hm...hey, do you like ice cream? specifically baskin robbins?” -scott

ur mom said “we do not associate with idiots ❤️” and then proceeded to associate with said idiots

scott did end up saving u from darren tho bc that mf tried to hold u hostage and scott was really not in the mood for that bullshit

“you alright, y/n?” -scott

“murder is okay, right?” -you

after that whole ordeal he and your mom were kinda a thing uh huh

and he introduced you to cassie!!! she was amazingly sweet and you could def see the family resemblance

“is this my new sibling?! i’ve always wanted one!” -cassie

“hey, me too!” -you

you hung out with her on a weekly basis, with or without scott

and mom and grandpa were working on a ✨special project✨

one you insisted on being apart of

“no, y/n, we can’t make you your own suit. you’re too young for this sort of thing” -hope

“pleaaaaase mom? i swear i’ll he responsible with it!” -you

“you’re mother is right, y/n. you’re just not ready yet. maybe someday, but not anytime soon” -hank

scott took you on family bowling trips yes he did

and just corny stepdad shit

but he went to germany and mom and him broke up and FF to two years later when you guys had finally reunited

“scott!! you asshole!!” -you, like this -> :)

“kiddo!! sorry to hear that!!” -scott, same energy

shading him the whole time

“ach mein gott” -you

“are you kidding me, y/n? i make one mistake. ONE” -scott

“you’re one mistake has caused me to live in MINIATURE HOMES” -you

“THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD THING” -scott

“WELL IT’S NOT” -you

“did you at least miss me?” -scott

“sicher habe ich” -you

“god dammit” -scott

surprise!! u kind of had a suit (for emergencies)

as a van dyne/pym, it was almost a necessity to know how to use pym particles

scott acted like a proud dad

“wow, you’re really doing it!!!” -scott

“halt die klappe” -you

“please stop” -scott, tearing up

finding out about ✨grandma✨

she possessed scott and touched ur face and told you that she was so excited to meet you but you didn’t know wtf was going on and you had the urge to smack scott but THANKFULLY you did not

“i have to meet her for real! let me help you guys!” -you

“okay” -hope

“what? really?” -you

“it’s about time we put your genius to good use” -hope

scott offered you a high five for that and u literally accepted it

“don’t get too happy, that was just an in-the-moment thing” -you, watching scott’s eyebrow raise “fine. you can have a hug”

okay okay well everything went okay and then half the world ~vanished~ including ur whole family but like cassie and her family took you in and you spent five years very alone and upset until one day cassie called you downstairs and whoopdedoo???? scott???????

“is my mom with you?” -you

“sorry, sport, she’s not...do you have your suit with you? we need to go on some...hero business” -scott

you missed scott a lot over the past 5 years, this really did cheer you up, even if it was just him

“how’ve you been holding up the past few years” -scott

“the world sucks, man” -you

“i can see that” -scott

he turned on some tunes for the two of you to enjoy otw to the avengers hq and it was probably the best memory you created since everyone disappeared

“wait, reach into the glove box” -scott

“oh, god, i hope there’s no rodents in here...” -you, reaching for a picture “is this..?”

“family photo!! you were little back then, i can’t believe how time flies. i mean, it flew really quick for me, the quantum realm is no joke” -scott

you were busy staring at the picture of your mom, you really missed her

busy ~saving the world~

and going to 2012 with scott

“hey uh just so you know, i might be able to make pym particles” -you

“‘might?’ and if we use faulty pym particles we ‘might’ die. would you like that?” -tony

“hey, back off, stark. they’re just trying to help” -scott

next thing u know ur in present day and THEN u actually got to hold the scepter bc scott let u

“im gonna stab you!!” -you

“no!!!” -scott

the other avengers, literally mourning natasha while you chase him around with a sharp weapon: 😧

okay after the place was destroyed u got to face mr. purple man and yo mama showed back up and saw you on the front lines

“y/n????” -hope

“mom????” -you

“scott!!!!” -scott

“really, scott? a shrek reference? now?” -you “...nice”

the reunion with your mom was short and sweet but you missed her forehead kisses and she gave you one immediately!!!! and she was crying but you were too bc damn

“listen, after this, we’re gonna have such a fun family night. i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there for you all this time” -hope

“mom, it wasn’t your fault...it was that purple bastard, let’s get him!” -you

“they grow up so fast...” -hope

i n s e c t f a m

insect fam killed it out there and then ✨attended tony’s funeral✨ together right after

that’s one solid family 😌💖

anyways time to celebrate a (halfway) return to normalcy

with your *sister* cassie and your mom and your...scott

you were just happy to all be together again, it’s been WAY too long

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[irelanddesires]

Ny Början- Chapter 1

Pairing:  André Burakovsky x reader

Warnings: Fluff, eventual smut, hockey violence, domestic violence (in the beginning), idk probs more.

Summary:  With the help of a group of unsuspecting heroes you are saved from a toxic relationship. One of your saviors goes above and beyond anything you could ask for. A friendship is forged and after awhile feelings happen. Could ths be your happy ending? 

A/N: Hi I’m trash and this idea has rolled around in my head for w e e k s. I’ve played hockey for a really long time and the Avs are my team... Burky happens to be my hockey crush so I figured I would share this. IDK what it is but this challenged me a lot and I can’t write a guys perspective to save my life ffs. Dialogue is hard my doods. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think! 

Going to the club was the last thing you wanted to do. Between working two jobs and trying to stay on top of your classes it didn’t leave much free time and you didn’t want to spend that sparse time dealing with drunk people and loud music. Your boyfriend, Matthew, had insisted that this was exactly what you needed after the week you had. At this point you both had been there long enough to see friends call it a night and you were pretty sure that Matthew was one drink away from making a fool out of himself. 

“Matt, can we please go?” you asked, hoping that he would finally agree. 

“Loosen up! We never get to spend time together. Let’s enjoy this!” he practically yelled. 

“We’ve been here long enough. It’s late and I have an early shift tomorrow.” you urged. At this point you wanted to go home, get out of this dress and crawl into bed. Nothing at this bar held your attention. Matt’s had grabbed your arm, his face inches from yours.

“I said no. We’re not going anywhere. I’m not finished here.” he ground out. 

The look on his face left little room for argument and was quite scary. Matt was usually a nice guy, the perfect boyfriend, but after drinking he could become a totally different person. Matt had never hit you but the emotional toll it took on you could be just as painful as a physical blow. After the week you’ve had of working 12-14 hour days just to come home and clean before passing out just to do it all over again made you throw all caution to the wind. You wanted to go home for fucks sake, not be here. 

You snached your arm from his grip, looking him in the eyes, “I’m tired, I’m going home. You can stay if you want but I’m not.” 

Before he could say anything you spun on your heels and marched out the side door that led to a less busy street. You hoped this would give you some peace and quiet as you ordered your Uber. Just as you tapped the app to get an Uber the door behind you swung open. Matt stumbled through the doorway and onto the sidewalk with you. 

“You can’t leave me,” he said. 

“Matt, I’m going home to sleep. I don’t care what you do.” 

“I said no!” he roared. Before you could comprehend what was happening your head snapped back and you were pushed against the outside wall of the bar. The brick dug into your skin as you tried to struggle against the hands holding you there. 

“Why don’t you ever listen to me you bitch.” he said as his fingers dug into your throat, “If I tell you to do something you fucking do it!” 

Panic seized your chest as his hands circled around your throat. The throbbing in your head forgotten about as your fight or flight instincts kicked in. You tried to kick him as hard as you could but it seemed like he wasn’t phased at all by it. Your hands grabbed onto his, your fingernails digging into his skin trying to get any distance between his hands and your throat. Just as spots began to dance around your vision the same door you both had exited from swung open and a group of people spilled out. 

Before you could try and scream for help one of them turned around and spotted you. His face went from relaxed and playful to murderous in seconds. You didn’t have time to gather your thoughts before he was charging both of you, shoving Matt off of you. You fell to the ground in a pile, your muscles felt like jello but your brain screamed at you to run. Looking up at the situation happening in front of you all you could see was the back of the stranger that had come to your rescue. His friends had caught on quick and made it over to stand around you too, like shields between you and Matt,  as you gathered yourself. 

“Is there a problem?” One of them said, the voice sounded like it came from the one that had charged Matt but your brain couldn’t comprehend everything that was happening. 

Matt stumbled to his feet before looking at the mystery men. “Mind your business” he slurred. 

“I don’t think so. You want to get to her, you have to go through us.” a voice called out. 

For a moment it looked like Matt was considering it. His eyes scanned each guy before landing on you. 

“This isn’t over you fucking bitch!” he yelled before turning around and making his way back into the bar. 

The door didn’t have time to shut all the way before one of your saviors crouched down in front of you. His hazel eyes searched your face, “ Are you okay?” he asked 

As much as you wanted to tell him your entire body felt weighed down, you bit back your weakness,

 “I’m fine.” you said as you began to try and stand. It took a couple tries to get your feet under you. You tried to use what energy you had to stand, you were nearly there when your legs went to give out. Hands caught you around your waist and pulled you the rest of the way up. 

“You don’t look fine” the mystery man said and he held onto you, carrying the majority of your weight. “Look, let me get you somewhere safe and I can take you home”

You looked at him, searching his face for dishonesty. At this point you figured that someone, or a group of people, that came to your rescue surely couldn’t be bad people. You silently agreed for his help with a nod of your head. 

The rest of the time you spent with the group of them went by in a blur. They all talked amongst themselves in whispers, every now and then you caught words. At one point you caught the name “André” and you assumed this was the name of the guy holding you up. Before long a car pulled to the curb and your stranger opened the door for you before helping you inside. None of the other guys followed so you assumed they were getting their own Uber. 

The ride was silent for a few moments before his voice broke through, “I’m André by the way” 

“Y/N” 

“I didn’t know where you would want to go so I figured you could come to my place and then decide what you want to do,” he said. 

You looked at him and nodded, whispering a “thank you” as you settled into the seat. You shouldn’t feel comfortable about going home with a guy you just met outside a bar but for some reason you felt safe with him. He gave off a genuine arua of concern and wanting to help. Before you could think about it too much your world faded to black and you let your exhausted and battered body rest. 

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Having a night off from hockey was rare. What was even more rare was being able to have a guys night with some of the team. Most of the time when games weren’t being played or practice were being held, everyone would go their own ways. Some would spend time with their significant other, some would spend time alone or some would visit family if the break was long enough. 

Tonight a few of us had decided to let loose and bar hop across Denver. Usually this time of year the weather was starting to get cooler which made bar hopping more of a chore. Tonight however, the weather was perfect which gave us plenty of reason to have some fun. 

The first bar we went to was picked by Miko. He said this was the best bar in Denver with the hottest chicks so more than a few in our group were eager to get there. 

The outside of the building was modern with sleek black walls and the walls that weren’t stone were see-through glass. Through the windows we could see people dancing with lights strobing through the air.

 We quickly made our way inside and were ushered to a VIP section, one of the many perks of playing professional sports was getting recognized when out since it usually led to getting a more private area. The captain of the team was with us so of course we were bound to be recognized. 

We all bounced around from group to group chatting and drinking. Some of the guys had found partners to dance with while the rest of us just hung out. Time passed and we all were eventually some level of intoxicated, some more than others. Nate brought up the idea of heading to the Pur, a rooftop bar with a chill atmosphere. A group of us thought that was a great plan. The constant bass and flashing lights got old as the night wore on. 

The five of us; Gabe, Nate, Miko, Gru and myself headed toward the back door. We hoped we could escape quietly and back doors were usually best for doing that. 

The heavy door swung shut behind us as we spilled into the cool Denver night. A noise caught my attention, turning my head to see who else was out here, I was met with a scene I wasn’t expecting. A man had a woman pinned to the side of the building. Her feet dangled off of the ground and her hands gripped his that were circling around her throat. Time seemed to stop and instinct took over as I rushed to them. Before I could comprehend what I was doing my fist was sailing through the air, connecting with the man's face before he fell to the ground. The girl slumped to the side of the building in a heap. Concern for her swam through my body but I knew this guy had to leave before I could help her. 

The man stumbled to his feet. By now the guys had joined me, putting ourselves between the pair. 

“Is there a problem?” Gave asked

“Mind your business” the man mumbled. 

Rage burned through my body and it took everything in me to not pummel this guy. 

“I don’t think so.” I called out. 

The man took a moment. His eyes scanned each one of us. He must have eventually decided he was outnumbered and didn’t want to take his chances. 

“This isn’t over you fucking bitch!” He yelled before stumbling through the door we had just come out of. Relief flooded me now that we didn’t have a fight on our hands. A whimper from behind me had me turning and dropping to my knees. 

“Are you okay?” I asked. My eyes scanned over her checking for major injuries. Her breathing hitched as she tried to push herself up to stand. Halfway up her legs seemed to give way. Before she could tumble to the ground I grabbed her, hauling her to her feet and holding as much of her weight as I could. 

Her hands tangled in my shirt holding on for dear life. There’s no way she would be able to make it home and I didn’t trust leaving her like this with a stranger. Looking around the group of guys, Gabe was the first to speak up. 

“What’s your plan? Get an Uber?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I think I will take her to my place. I have a spare room she can sleep in and she can figure out something in the morning” 

The guys nodded in agreement. No one wanted to leave her alone right now. Especially not with her angry boyfriend, or ex boyfriend I hope, on the loose. 

“I’ll get you guys an Uber,” Gru piped up. 

“Thanks” I muttered, turning my attention back to the girl clinging on to me. 

The rest of the wait was quiet. No one talked about going anywhere else for the night. I’m sure at this point everyone wanted to go home and decompress from what had happened. Before long the Uber pulled up and I shuffled us around to open the door. With some adjustments I was able to sit her down and close the door before nodding to the guys and making my way around the car to climb in beside her. 

The driver took off immediately, glancing in the rear view mirror between the two of us. We didn’t make it far before i turned to her, 

“I’m André by the way” 

Her sad eyes met mine and for a moment I didn’t think she would say anything until I heard a whisper. 

“Y/N” 

Her voice sounded awful and the emotion behind her eyes told me how exhausted she really was. 

“I didn’t know where you would want to go so I figured you could come to my place and then decide what you want to do,” I told her. 

She looked at me again before croaking out a “thank you”. The rest of the ride was quiet. Once we arrived at my place I figured out why it was quite. At some point during the drive Y/N must had fallen asleep, her head was leaning against the window and her body was curled right around herself. 

I climbed out of the car and went to her side. Carefully I opened the door, catching her head when it went to fall. Surprisingly she didn’t wake so I slid my arms under her lifting her out of the car and pulling her against my chest. 

Unlocking the door and navigating through my apartment while carrying another person was harder than I would have imagined. I made it to my guest room and laid her on the bed. Not wanting her to wake up uncomfortable I took her shoes off before covering her with blankets and shutting the door on my way out. 

I settled on the couch with a beer from the fridge before releasing the breath that seemed stuck in my chest. The last thing I thought about before drifting off was the broken girl sleeping in the other room.

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