#could t find anything with a quick google

[luveline]

do you have anything more from office frenemies with james? i just read it and i loved it so much

yes! love u ty

—you and James don’t get along until you kind of, sort of do. fem!reader, 1.5k

James listens to the most obnoxious playlist in the mornings. There’s about a fifteen minute window between when he arrives and when the workday officially starts, which coincides exactly with your window. He often gets the same elevator ride, walks a pace beside you, and decides whether he’s going to let the ‘lady’ go first through the door depending on the day. 

That morning, he’d opened the door widely, grinned at you with music blaring loud enough to make a normal person deaf from his earphones, and let you pass. Then he pretended to stick his foot out to trip you up, pulling it back at the last second. 

Jerk, you think, angry even now as he tucks himself into his desk, his earphones still ridiculously loud. He actually, genuinely, is going to get hearing damage. You’re not being bitter. Human ears aren’t meant for that. 

You click onto the workplace Outlook and open a tab on your desktop. How loudly can you listen to music? you google. A few articles appear straight away that fit your purpose —you drag them each into an empty email. Then, smiling to yourself, you find an article on the negative effects of workplace noise pollution and how this sort of selfishness can affect your coworkers’ mental health and add that at the very top. 

To: [email protected] 

Hi James, 

please find attached a few articles I felt might be important for you to read.

Worst, 

Your unhappy adjacent desk. 

You know he’s received it when he laughs loudly, turning down his music with a few quick clicks on his phone. 

An email comes through to your inbox shortly after.

Hi bestie, 

I’m so so sorry for the noise. Please find attached a few articles I, in turn, felt you might enjoy. 

Best, 

James Potter :) 

He’s attached an irksome variation of articles. Why music can help you get ready for the day. Ten ways workplace friendships are important. Can you really find your soulmate at work? 

You open your personal messaging system. You tend not to use it with James, but this morning he’s winding you up. 

I could report you to HR for that last one, you send. 

He replies quickly. You try very hard not to look up at him from over your desktop. I didn’t mean me. 

You’ll be deaf by thirty. 

Jealous you don’t have such great taste in music? 

Jealous of everyone in the annex. 

Want a cup of coffee?

You meet his gaze finally over the computer, find him already looking at you. You shake your head scornfully. In what world would you ever want him to make you a coffee? He’s never actually offered to make you one before, to be fair, but he’s awful to you so what are you supposed to think? He’ll probably poison it. 

He stands to leave. Remus, the other accountant to complete your trio, arrives while he’s gone with his boyfriend Sirius in tow. They’re also James’ best friends, unfortunately. It makes for some awkwardness. 

“Where is he?” Remus asks you, in the midst of a quick goodbye kiss before Sirius makes his way to his desk further down the office. 

You nibble your lip and give a dispassionate shrug. You hate talking about James. You hate his stupid mess of hair, his reading glasses, his lips when he smiles crookedly and worse when he’s glaring at you. You hate the way he sighs as he clicks his neck, the quick lap he does every other hour complaining of tired legs, the genuine tenderness he shows you whenever you’re sick. You hate James. You don't like to think about him too much lest you get caught, a fish in a net.

Or a fish with a painful hook in its lip. 

“Ah, you’re here,” James says, two cups of coffee in his hand. 

You’re only a little heartbroken when he puts one on his desk and one on Remus’. Didn’t want one anyways. 

Remus grins as James comes up behind him for a rough hug and hair ruffle. “How was last night?” 

“I wish you’d come. Sirius spent all night trying to out drink Marl, you know he can’t, so I spent all night holding his hair out of his face. I wasn’t gonna talk to him this morning, but he was being very pathetic.” 

James laughs. You pretend you aren’t listening to them, pretend you don’t feel left out even if they have no reason to be your friend, clicking at random things on your screen and scrolling through spreadsheets long finished and filed. “You know I couldn’t come, Moony,” —no point starting on their awful nicknames— “what if she needed me?” 

You still. She? 

“James, there’s not much you can do,” Remus says gently. He’s a quiet, soft sort of man, but they’re all so loud about loving one another. “You have to let her… you know.” 

You feel them both looking at you, your gaze steadfast on your screen. 

“Try not to think about it,” Remus says. 

“I’ve been distracting myself,” James agrees. 

Oh, you think. Oh. I’m such a dick. 

“You could go home?” Remus says, putting his face in his hand. “I could cover you.” 

“It’s too much work.” 

“I know, but, you know, I’ll do half, and you’ll only have half to catch up on when you come back.” 

You’re not sure who she is, and you very much still don’t like James Potter, but you're not heartless. He sounds awfully upset, fragility to his voice and a foreign balling of his fist by his hip. “Um,” you say, clearing your throat weakly, “well, with me and Remus, we could cover for you.” 

James’ face is unreadable, looking down at you. “You’d cover for me?” he asks. 

“Your work isn’t exactly hard, James.” 

“But you’d do it?” 

“How long will you be off for?” 

James frowns. “Like, two days?” he says quietly. 

“That’s fine. We can do that,” you say, checking with Remus from around James hip. “Yeah?” 

“Of course,” Remus says quickly. 

James looks at you long and hard. “You’re not kidding?” 

“No, James. Not kidding. You’d do the same for me, right?” 

James leans down to hug you before you can stop him. His arms wrap around your shoulders, a perfectly amicable touch made up of sleeper muscle and the attractive smell of almond oil, nearly sweet, slightly woody. He laughs against your cheek as he pulls away, turning back to Remus for a similar hug. “Thank you. I’ll go tell Danny right now.” He beams at you. His relief is thick as honey, palpable in his warm tone. “Thank you.” 

You can’t look at him very long. 

The memory of his fingers linger, the weight of his arm behind your head. He excuses himself to go talk to your boss, and you and Remus sit in a semi-awkward silence, of which you’re wholly responsible. 

“His cat is dying,” Remus says eventually.

You wince. “Oh, no, really?” you ask. 

“He’s had her since we were kids. It’s really nice of you to do this.”

“I really do think he’d do it for me,” you interrupt. “I’m not, you know, cruel, because we don’t get on.” 

“I know. James knows that too.” 

You want to get defensive. Why does it matter if James knows? But Remus is too nice to argue with, and secretly, strangely, you’d wanted James to know you aren’t mean. You wouldn’t have sent him that email this morning if you’d known, and maybe this is apology enough for that. 

Still, it doesn’t feel right when James returns, gathering his suit jacket from the back of his chair. “Thank you guys, so much. I will bring you the most amazing desserts of all time as a thank you. I won’t even put your mug on the top shelf the next time I wash it,” James promises you. 

You bat aside the rage of knowing he’s the culprit and instead get out of your seat before he can leave. “Uh, James?” you ask. 

He raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?” 

You look at the floor by his shoes. “About earlier…”

James stands subtly between you and the bulk of the office. “You okay?” 

“I just– I’m sorry for complaining about your earphones. I wasn’t trying to be insensitive.” 

“You weren’t insensitive,” he says, “I was being obnoxious. Don’t worry about it, okay?” 

“I–” You hate yourself for all your stammering. “Hope whatever is wrong, that you’re okay. I’ll cover for you for the week if you need me to.” 

“Please stop feeling sorry for me. It looks weird on you. I much prefer you when you’re frowning, you get these super deep wrinkles in your forehead that I just love.” 

You turn away without looking up. “I’m gonna input all your sales information wrong.” 

“And I’m gonna bring you the best donut you’ve ever tasted to say thanks, sweetheart.” 

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[f1goat]

his teammate + lando norris x part one

In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.

lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + eventually smutty i wrote this before, but i'm rewriting it because i missed somethings. you can comment if you want to be added to a taglist :) thanks for reading!

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You remember that one afternoon where your brother Max Verstappen first heard about his new teammate. The whole afternoon was filled up with angry phone calls, many curse words, frustrations and even angrier glances at everyone who had the tiniest part in this decision. You didn’t really get it at first. Max always wanted a teammate who could challenge him on the race track. He didn’t like the last seasons where he had no competition from his own teammate. So what was the problem? It’s safe to say it didn’t took you long before you understood Max his reaction. After you googled his new teammate for a bit, you were quick to find out that the new RedBull driver is trouble. Trouble with a capital T. Maybe even with every letter in capitals. 

Lando Norris is the kind of driver that doesn’t care about anything else then driving. He’s not like Lewis Hamilton who’s putting effort in all kind of good deeds for society. He’s not like Yuki Tsunoda who helped cleaning after the flood in Imola. He’s not like Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc who always seem to be with each other in their spare time. He’s not like your brother who always tries to maintain a good relationship with everyone on the grid. Lando Norris doesn’t care about things like that. 

After a bit of searching around, you were quick to find out that Lando Norris only cares about a few things. He cares about girls. No wait, that isn’t the way you need to say this. He doesn’t care about girls and their feelings. He cares about sex. He’s always seen with a different girl, who is gone within a couple hours. He also cares about himself. Maybe a bit too much even. Everyone who talked with you about Lando Norris told you that he’s egocentrically. He cares about his own needs, but doesn’t think about others. 

The most surprising thing about what he cares, is actually a person. It took you a lot of digging, but you found someone Lando Norris actually seems to care about. Someone called Max Fewtrell. They seem to be friends. You found out a bit more about them. It seems that his friend Max is going online often to stream, sometimes Lando shows up for a bit in a stream. You even found some edits on YouTube from streams that were a couple years back. Lando seemed a lot more open on those streams.

Your brother has spend a long time being known as the villain of formula one, but it’s safe to say that Lando Norris took that title from him. He’s known for the dirtiest tricks on and off track. He’s an arrogant ass. Media don’t know a lot about him. His socials are done by media workers from RedBull. He doesn’t post anything himself. It seems like he has walls as high as the Mount Everest all around him.

After all your research about your brothers new teammate, you can safely say that you understand your brothers reaction. Lando Norris seems to be an awful person. You didn’t formally meet him yet, but now when the first race is happening it can’t be long before you do. Max is already complaining about him since he joined the team. You have heard countless complains about the British driver. 

It’s a shame, really. They seemed like a potential match for a great friendship. Your brother is well liked by many of the other drivers and by many fans. He has friends all around the world and always wants to do everything for them. At first you thought it would be Max who could get Lando out of his shell. But apparently they aren’t a great match.

“He doesn’t even care about the team.” “He’s awful.” “He can’t even greet me when I walk into a room.” “You should have seen him, he doesn’t give a fuck.” “He doesn’t want to do media activities.” 

You can dream about his complains. But you get it. So every time your brother is complaining, you listen to him and tell him that he’s right. Lando Norris is an asshole.

Some frustrated sounds around you wake you up from your thoughts. With all this thinking, you almost forgot about the race. It’s the first race of the season. You’re quick to look at the screen in front of you. What is happening? What is causing everyone around you to seem frustrated. When you look at the screen, you notice it directly. There are two cars of the track. Two drivers who are going down in the ranks with a three small letters next to them. DNF. When they replay the accident, you see what everyone around you already saw. Max and Lando pushed each other of the track. 

What an idiots.

Who’s fault was it? You’re tempted to say that Lando is the one to blame, but you don’t know. It seems like a racing incident in which both drivers took too much space from each other. It almost seems like your brother and Lando are testing each other. Who’s the first one to back out? Apparently neither of them. They would rather crash. Idiots. 

You notice that Lando is the first one to arrive back at the motorhome. This race week you barely saw Lando. You have only seen him from a distance. Of course you have seen photographs and even TikTok edits from him before. But you never saw him up close. So you can’t help yourself and stare a bit at him. The angry look on his face is hard to miss. It’s a shame. You have seen enough pictures in which you couldn’t deny that you found him nice looking. Beautiful even. You don’t like anything about the boy, but you can’t deny his good looks. You like the way his curls seem to have a mind of their own. You like the way he always seems to be dressed in a hoodie. Something about him breathes calmness. At least, normally. With the way he’s looking right know, there’s no calmness to be found anywhere close to him. Although, he does look a bit hot like this. Maybe you can scrap that a bit part. He looks hot.

Sometimes you try to remind yourself that you don’t actually know Lando. You’re judging him by words of the media, fans and others. What if it’s all an act to safe himself and his friends from the cruelty of the media and some fans? For all you really know, he’s actually a nice person. When you look at Lando, you are quick to throw that thought away. You truly believe that he isn’t a nice person in secret. He seems coldhearted and closed off to everyone. His attitude and looks from now tell you enough. 

“What the fuck was that Norris?” 

It’s Christian Horner who disrupts your thinking session. You have seen Christian angry plenty of times, but that was always at people from other teams. Mainly at Toto Wolff now you think about it. It’s long ago that you have seen him this angry with a driver of his own team. You start to fear for his reaction to Max.

“I told you to keep it clean!” Christian continues to shout at Lando when he doesn’t get a reply fast enough. 

“Tell that to your other driver,” Lando replies angrily, “He crashed into me. The fucker.”

You can actually hear the frustration in Lando his voice. You don’t like it. They both crashed into each other. This was not your brothers fault. 

“I don’t care what you have planned for this afternoon, but you can scrap all of those plans. Max, you and me are going to talk until you both can race as normal people with each other,” Christian states. 

“Oh fuck off,” Lando says angrily. You notice the way his voice is starting to raise in volume. “We will fight it out on track like actual race drivers,” he continues.

“Like you did today? That would be a great season if you both crashed into each other every race. Don’t you think so?” Christian asks sarcastically. You notice that he wants to continue talking, but Lando is already walking away. He storms off to his drivers room. 

Just in time. Your brother is also walking in right now. Christian is quick to notice Max. He’s even quicker to start shouting at him as well. It’s the same things as he told Lando before. You’re not in the mood for another screaming match. You know your brother well enough to realize that this is going to last for a while. Max is full with frustrations about Lando and those will probably come all out now. You decide to walk away from all the screaming. You can spend some time in Max his drivers room until everyone is calmed down. 

You wander around for a bit. Every new season they change the RedBull motorhome, so the first weeks you’re always lost. Apparently they didn’t use name holders this year. Which room was your brothers again? At the end of the hallway you notice a familiar image. You’re sure that his drivers room is here. There is only one question, which room is his? There are two doors. You guess that if you chose the wrong door, you will find Lando. You sigh and take the guess to open one of the two doors.

“Fuck off.”

Of course. You have enough luck to chose the wrong door. You barely dare to look into the room. Lando is staring at you with an angry glance. You should be nervous about that, but you’re a bit distracted when you notice that Lando isn’t wearing a shirt. Fuck. 

“Shit, sorry,” you quickly mutter, “I thought..”

You can’t finish your sentence. Lando is quick to interrupt you. 

“You thought what? That you could come here to talk about me how I fucked up your brothers race? Get fucking lost,” Lando sneers to you.

You don’t know how to react for a couple seconds. Is this actually happening? What did Lando just say? How can he be blaming you for all those things, when you didn’t even say anything like that. What a dick. 

“Are you fucking deaf? Go away,” Lando continues to say to you. “I don’t care about you or your brother or what happened, so don’t try to make me.”

You start to get angry as well in the mean time. Who does he think he is to talk to you like this? Where’s the respect? He is even worse then you already thought. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You ask him annoyed.

“You’re in my fucking room.”

“I’m not. I’m standing in the fucking doorway because I thought this was Max his room,” you argue.

“Then why are you still here?”

“Because I wanted to apologize for storming in like this, but never mind that.”

“Save the fucking bullshit princess,” Lando sneers at you again. 

“Don’t,” you grunt. 

“Don’t do what?” Lando asks.

“Don’t call me that and stop acting like such a dick,” you sigh annoyed.

“It’s not an act princess, it’s just the way I fucking am,” Lando states.

“That doesn’t work for someone like you.”

“Someone like me? What the fuck do you mean with that?” Lando asks you angrily.

“Do you have to say fuck in every sentence?” You ask annoyed. 

Lando steps closer to you. He seems to be waiting for some sort of explanation. As if you know what you meant with your earlier sentence. You’re mad and aren’t thinking at the moment. You almost take a step back, but you stop yourself from doing so. You don’t want him to know that he’s intimidating you. He is intimidating you, you should be stepping backwards but instead you keep staring at him. You look at the frustrated glance in his eyes. 

“I meant someone like you who’s clearly an arrogant dick and doesn’t have anyone around him. It seems like everyone is done with you and your act. Nobody wants to be friends with someone who thinks he’s better then them. Maybe your dick attitude and your small dick make some girls happy, but we both know those girls are only with you for your name,” you improvise to annoy Lando further.

Lando lets out a low chuckle. “You think that I have a small dick?” He asks you. 

“That’s the part you remember?” You ask annoyed, “I though arrogant, no friends or girls who are using you would have more impact.” 

“I don’t have a small dick princess,” Lando states confidently. 

“Great to fucking know!” You reply annoyed, “Maybe you can start acting like it.” You don’t wait for another reply from Lando. “I just wanted to say sorry for entering the wrong room, but forget it. I’ll gladly leave you alone Lando.” 

With those words you turn away from Lando and are quick to walk towards the other door. Your brothers actual drivers room. You feel Lando his eyes burning on your body. When you’re in Max his drivers room, you’re still annoyed by Lando. How can someone be like that? You only tried to apologize. Lando is plain rude and incredibly annoying. What a dick. 

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“He’s the absolute worst,” Max sighs, “I have spend hours in that little office of Christian and Norris still won’t say sorry about anything! I even apologized for going a bit to wide on track, but he doesn’t say anything.” 

“How further?” You ask your brother, “I can’t imagine that the team is going to drop him. So you have to find some way to work together with him, right?”

“I don’t even want to think about that,” Max states.

You doubt about telling Max about your own encounter with Lando. It won’t be good for his already angry feelings towards Lando. But it would be nice to talk about it with him. After a bit of doubting you decide to tell Max a few things about it. Maybe you can leave the worst stuff behind. You know it isn’t the best plan to tell him, but you’re in the mood to vent about it. And who’s better to vent to then someone who also hates Lando? 

It doesn’t take long before Max is even more angry then before. You told him about your encounter with Lando, but you left behind some details. Like what you said exactly or what he said exactly. You just told Max what happened. 

“He’s the absolute worst,” Max tells you. 

You nod as a form of agreement. 

“I don’t like asking you things like this, but please stay away from him,” Max asks, “You can’t trust him and I know for sure that he’s already planning to use you to annoy me even more.” 

“I get it Max,” you say, “I’ll try to stay away from him.”

“Thanks,” Max sighs. He seems a bit more relaxed now. “I hope this doesn’t last too long, I’ll try to be friendly with him.” 

You slowly nod. “You do realize that if you become friendly with him, he’ll probably see me more also?” You ask Max.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Max says, “Just keep watching out around him. Don’t trust him. I have heard enough stories about girls who did trust him and that didn’t end nicely for everyone of them.”

“I’ll keep my distance,” you promise Max.

“Come on, let’s go out,” Max says suddenly, “I’m in the mood for some alcohol and fun after that awful race.”

You smile. Max doesn’t want to go out a lot, but you do always like it. You tell him enthusiastic that you’ll make yourself ready as fast as you can. You search in your suitcase for a cute outfit and are quick to find a nice dress. You put it on and look in the mirror for a bit. The dress is a bit on the short side, but it fits nicely. You like the way white looks on you. Quickly you continue to search for matching shoes and a bag. After that you redo your make up for a bit. It doesn’t take you too long before you’re ready to go. 

This is a great idea. Dancing and drinking will make the both of you forget about the frustrating day. Full with enthusiasm you walk with Max towards the taxi he called. 

part two

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[zegrasdrysdale]

Can you write a pregnancy scare with Jamie?

[ not our time ] j. drysdale

paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary : after she’s late for her period, (Y/N) tells Jamie about her suspicions and he tells her to take a pregnancy test to make sure

warning(s) : mentions of pregnancy

author’s note : i’ve been wanting to write something like this so ty for requesting :)

quick announcement : i’ve made a google form you can submit to be added to (or taken off) the taglist that will be at the end of every fic from here on out !

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The only reason she didn't immediately get on the phone with Jamie was because she knew he is on a plane and on his way back from his week-long roadie to the east coast. She probably won'[t even tell him when he walks in the door because she knows how tired he's going to be.

She should. She could be carrying his baby.

Getting sick when she doesn't normally throw up was definitely a red flag. Then she realized she's late for her period. She's rarely ever late.

If she is pregnant, she wants Jamie to be there if the test comes back positive. She doesn't want him to be on a plane somewhere over the United States when she finds out she's carrying their child.

Before she can talk herself out of telling Jamie, a key jingles in the door and it swings open. (Y/N) looks over at the door to see a happy Jamie walk into the apartment. "Hi, baby," Jamie says.

"Hey," she replies as Jamie pulls his equipment bag and suitcase through the front door. "How was the trip? Congratulations on the wins against Philly, Buffalo, and Washington, by the way."

Jamie leaves his equipment bag by the door with his suitcase when he is finally inside. The door closes behind him and he walks over to the couch.

He tilts (Y/N)'s head back and presses a kiss to her lips. She smiles into the upside down kiss. "Wish you could've been there," he says as he pulls back. "Z set me up for an insane goal against Philly and I can't believe that it actually went into the net. That's Trevor, I guess."

"I saw the goal," she tells him. "It was very impressive, Jamie. I'm very proud of you."

A big smile forms on Jamie's lips and (Y/N) feels her heart flutter in her chest. He's so pretty, even now when he looks exhausted.

She decides in that moment to tell him.

"So, um, I have to tell you something you should know," (Y/N) says. She watches Jamie's smile falter. "It's nothing bad, I think, but it's something you should definitely know."

Jamie walks around the couch and sits next to her. "Is everything okay?" he questions. "I mean, did something happen?"

She gnaws on her bottom lip. "It's more like something didn't happen," she admits. "I haven't gotten my period yet and I've been really sick recently. I think I might be pregnant. I haven't taken a test yet because I wanted you here in case."

Another smile breaks out on his lips. "You might be pregnant?" he asks. "Oh my God. That's amazing. Do you need me to run to the store and grab tests? Snacks? Anything you need."

"I have tests," she tells him. "I just haven't taken one yet. I've been waiting for you to get back."

"Go do it," Jamie replies. "I'll be right here when you get the results."

She nods and gets off the couch. "I'll be right here."

With shaking hands, she grabs the box of three pregnancy tests out of the drawer in the bathroom. She pees on all three of them and sets them on the sink counter while she waits for the results.

(Y/N) sits on the floor with her back against the counter that the tests are sitting on. Her head leans against the counter and her eyes are closed while she waits.

Honestly, she doesn't know what kind of results she's hoping for.

If it's positive then she will love this baby with everything in her. It's a part of both of them and she will love them with her entire heart. If it's negative then it's just not their time and they can actually try later on.

It isn't the end of the world if these tests come back negative.

A soft knock rings throughout the bathroom. "You okay?" jamie asks through the door. "Do you need anything?"

"Can you come in?" she asks.

The door slowly swings open and (Y/N) stands up in front of the tests. "Did you look yet?" She shakes her head in reply. "Come on. Lets look together, okay?"

She nods and Jamie takes her hand. With a sigh, she turns around and looks down at the tests on the countertop.

One line on every single one of them. All of them are negative.

"Maybe it's too early," she tells Jamie. "I'm only a few days late for my period." Tears prick her eyes and it surprises her. She didn't think she would be this upset at a negative pregnancy test.

Jamie's happy smile when she told him that she might be pregnant pops into her mind and it breaks her heart. The tears roll down her cheeks.

"(Y/N), baby," Jamie coos. "It's okay. It just isn't our time right now."

She wraps her arms around his torso and buries his face into his chest while silent tears run down her face. "You were so happy when I told you I thought I was pregnant," she says. "I'm sorry, Jamie."

"We'll have a baby one day," Jamie tells her. "I promise. One day those results will be positive."

(Y/N) nods and feels Jamie wrap his arms around her shoulders. "I didn't think I'd be this upset," she admits. "I haven't even thought about having kids until there was a possibly I was having a kid."

He backs away and looks down at her. "I want kids with you," Jamie tells her. "Maybe when we're both more prepared, yeah?"

"Yeah," she agrees. "And when we talk more about it."

Jamie smiles and nods in agreement. "Do you want to eat some ice cream and watch Criminal Minds?" he asks. "I think we have a little bit left if you want some ice cream."

"Absolutely."

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[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Finding a Job. What works for you? Intuitive Reading .

Money rules the world. But what is money when you can't even enjoy what your doing while getting it? Having a hard time sticking to one job? Not sure whats the best outcome for you to make money ? So here I picked out a few angel numbers, and which ever one you intuitively pick is where your hearts desires, soul purpose and skills in money making come in to play.

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Pick a number !

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111

Doctors, Lawyers, Teacher, Scientists.. This is where your energy works best. Teaching roles are something that give you're heart a big glow. It just works.

If you also picked this group...

Originality. Playing Cards. Jokesters. Tricksters.

You're great at being 'The Fool'. Making up sceems and getting out without a scratch. You could be good at scratch offs, playing poker, winning one of those casino games etc.

When it comes to originality, you make things your way. New ideas, new punchlines. It all works in the end.

If you picked...

333

Farms, Animals, Gardening, Community, Volunteering, Working from home,

This group has a healing aura to them. They need spaces where its quiet, cool, and earthy. Making sure their in groups , surrounded by good people is what works best for them.

Sometimes this isn't work to them. Volunteering is something that helps you feel good and is apart of you're life purpose. Charitable acts suit you greatly.

Working with animals, tending to gardens, dog sitting, etc. Works best for you.

If you also picked this group...

Knitting & Design

I see you guys sitting up on a rocking chair watching the view from your porch. Its a fun hobby and it can make a good coin in the long run. If you have talents in the arts, this would be a great new hobby if you havent tried it.

If you picked..

444

Architecture, Design, Technology, Cameras, Mechanics

If you picked this number, you could be pretty good at creating designs for homes, video games, websites, cars, etc..

You're brain is really connected to the art of detail. You are also good at the art of programming. creating new designs through photoshop or any other special effects program.

Coding is also another thing you guys could be good at.

Making design for clothes is a major one for you! Go on a website that helps with creating hoodies and t shirts, shoes, etc.. And you're in there.

If you also picked this group... Movies, Cameras, Hollywood.. Broadway..

Step by step. Move closer, but go slow.. This group are a class act. 'Prince Energy' : Intuitively Im picking up on star quality. And with 444 being the number that you guys picked, its asking you to work harder. This is a long journey, not a quick paced job. You'll look back and say thank you to yourself for allowing the small wins to propel you to the big ones. Oscar worthy energy is here for this group!

If you picked...

555

Associations, Team Player, Big Corporations, Groups and Connections

Working hard underground is a big one for this group. Connecting to smaller associations will bring you to bigger groups. Finding ways to bring new ideas to the table will benefit you in the long run. With this group.

The vision I got for this group was Buzzfeed and Google corporations. You guys work to create and expand your ideas, topics, and so much more. Its relaxing. Not too much but not so little.

If you picked...

777

Mystery, Oracles, Spiritual Community, Books, Spells, Travel Abroad

Spiritual healers! You're gifted in the arts of knowing. This group is capable of creating spells for the collective and it turning out with some benefits. You could read tarot, astrology, or anything connected to mysticism.

Doing spells for money takes practice, but it can work out for you in the future if you know what you're doing.

Traveling Abroad is one of the best ways for you to make money if you picked this group! It doesn't have to do anything with the occult. You could be a makeup artist, a dancer, doesn't matter. Traveling helps you expand your clientele, and puts more money in your pocket. Its a wonderful job.

If you picked...

999

Travel Abroad, Culture, Studying Abroad, Intellectuals, Thought-provoking conversations, Museums, Podcasts

Your looks is actually something that will propel you to new heights in this lifetime. Your personality, thoughts, creativity, and ideas will attract many followers and it could open up new doors along the way. Be open to being yourself in large crowds. You never know who might be listening! ;)

Whatever it is your selling, try going over seas and take that risk. Join a circus. Do something you have never done before. The unconventional works in your favor.

IF YOU PICKED.....

1111

YOU CREATE YOUR REALITY

Okay so this group is pretty special.

I get strong Emperor/Empress energy for you guys. This means, that you are capable of manifesting and willing in your desires with gratitude and connection to source. You don't have to beg, cry, or plead for the things you want to happen, they simply just do.

Enjoy this, because it is sweet. it is magic. it is free!

2222

ADVOCATE. JUSTICE. CREATE YOUR REALITY. STARTING STRONG. FILM. ENTREPENEUR. GLORY

Okay so this group has an interesting vibe. You guys advocate with groups. Protesting. Learning more about the city you operate in and being apart of it.

In this reality, you have to speak it and it will begin to will itself in your reality. You must be prepared for the work and effort you will have to put into this. it doesnt come free, cheap, or easy. Commitment will play a big role in how you move into what you want.

However, this group has the ability to serve the community in some way, and it will come back and reward them with recognition.

#pick a card #pick a number #intuitive readings #1111 #2222 #333 #111 #444 #555 #777 #999

[swan-of-sunrise]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part II)

Summary: In the wake of the announcement that John Walker would be the new Captain America, (Y/N) lends a patient ear to both Sam and Bucky, and an open-minded Steve gets an important and well-meaning lesson on modern forms of discrimination.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a frank discussion of racism/bigotry

A/N: Writing more Sam and Bucky and their constant squabbling was so much fun, and it really did wonders counteracting how sad it was writing Steve’s emotions about Walker becoming Cap lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part II) May 2024 Rockport, Maine (Previous Chapter)

Two weeks later, (Y/N) was sitting alone on her wraparound porch and fiddling with Natasha’s old red hourglass-shaped belt buckle, her lost friend’s treasured memento unable to give her its usual sense of comfort as she listened to Sam talk. He’d filtered through a wide range of emotions in the days since Captain John F. Walker had been named the new Captain America – shock, anger, sadness, outrage – before finally settling on heartbreak. Seeing a white man with the same blonde hair, blue eyes and chiseled physique that the country had come to expect in their Star-Spangled-Man-With-A-Plan did nothing short of break Sam’s heart and – although she was nowhere near a trained psychologist – she suspected that it only served to validate his intrusive imposter syndrome. She’d made it a point to call and check in on him every day since, and she was happy that her best friend hadn’t shut her out; just as he’d been there for her during so many difficult times in the past, she was giving him the strength and support that they both knew he needed.

“I decided not to watch that GMA interview that aired this morning,” Sam sighed over the phone. “I mean, why put myself through all that?”

“Believe me, you didn’t miss anything you couldn’t just find out with a quick Google search. The guy’s like a walking slice of plain white bread.” (Y/N) smiled to herself as her best friend snorted in amusement at her joke. “Scott was blowing up my phone throughout the entire thing; Walker had better watch himself, because he’s only been on the job for two weeks and he’s already got Ant-Man pissed off at him.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tic-Tac angry before and now I kinda don’t want to; all the shrinking and growing still freaks me out a little, and I haven’t forgotten how that little shit deactivated my wings like it was nothin’.” Their laughter faded away into a heavy silence that was eventually broken by Sam. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

She frowned in confusion. “For what?”

“For not trying to convince me to talk to Steve about all this. I love the guy, I really do, but with all this that’s happened…it’s somethin’ that he can never really understand. Maybe he will someday, but it’s not up to either of us if he does or doesn’t.” Biting her lip, (Y/N) struggled to think of how best to respond to his statements but he continued on before she could say anything. “So, how’s everyone doing today? Enjoying the warm weather up there?”

“Well, Steve took Carina and Indy for a walk after the GMA interview, so it’s just me holding down the fort; I tried working a little on the first draft of my book but I couldn’t get Walker’s annoying mug out of my mind, so I decided to sit out here and give my best friend a call. What about you? How’s your search for these Flag Smashers going?”

A few days after the new Captain America was announced, Sam told her about the emergence of an anti-nationalist group that aspired to return Earth’s governments and society to how it was after the Snap and before the Battle of Earth: a united world without borders or patriotism that cared about helping each other in times of need. As someone who lived through those turbulent five years and who didn’t necessarily agree with everything the Global Repatriation Council was doing, their initial mission statement sounded appealing to (Y/N); however, their methods were violent and destructive and most concerning of all, they were comprised of suspected super-soldiers and possessed a replica of Doctor Erskine’s serum. An Air Force friend of Sam’s had a close call with the group in Switzerland and for the past two weeks, they’d both been tracking their whereabouts to try and apprehend them.

“Pretty good, actually. Torres managed to track them to Munich and Redwing picked up some aerial footage of their suspected base just outside of the city, so we’re flying out of D.C. at oh-nine-hundred.”

“In that case, I should probably let you go so you don’t miss your flight…” (Y/N) twisted the belt buckle around and around in her grasp and tried not to think about the last friend she’d said goodbye to before an important mission. “Good luck out there, Birdbrain.”

Sam chuckled and replied, “Thanks, Booksmart. I’ll give you a call as soon as I can, okay?”

They both said their goodbyes and after hanging up, (Y/N) sat back in her rocking chair and held her belt buckle to her chest as she closed her eyes. “Keep an eye on him for me, Nat.” Her eyes flew open when her phone rang again and she scrambled to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hey, doll, it’s Bucky. Where the hell is Sam?”

(Y/N)’s shoulders sagged in sudden realization. “Oh, shit. I take it that you watched the GMA interview…”

“Yeah, I did, and it’s about time that he and I discussed how he just threw away that shield.” The super-soldier’s voice was filled with ire and she could hear his agitated pacing in the background. “I’m at your guys’ old place in D.C. but he’s not here, so I thought you might know where he’s at.”

“Bucky, none of this is going to change what’s happened-”

“Do you know how much it hurt to hear a total stranger sit there with that shield and call himself a brother to Steve? Do you have any idea how it feels to have Steve’s legacy tarnished by a guy who would’ve gladly kicked his pre-serum ass if we were back in the 40’s?”

Clenching her jaw in growing irritation, (Y/N) stood and started pacing across the porch. “Believe it or not, Bucky, I do. You think I didn’t try everything I could to get answers for what they did? It took threatening to go to the press for Senator Smith’s office to return my calls and when they finally did, I got an incredibly condescending explanation about what constitutes as government property. If I went any further than that, then I’d risk my family’s safety and privacy, so now I’m forced to sit by and watch a man who I know isn’t worthy of the shield parade around as Captain America while all those asshats on Capitol Hill congratulate themselves for preserving the so-called sanctity of a mantle that they’ve never understood.”

She could hear Bucky sigh. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to accuse you of not caring or anything. It’s just…that shield, Steve’s legacy…it means a lot to me. And to see Sam just throw it all away for no reason…”

“You want answers? Sam’s scheduled to fly out of Joint Base Andrews at 9 o’clock for an overseas mission, so if you want to talk to him then you’d better make it quick.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). I owe you one.”

“It’s no problem, but can you do me a favor and actually listen to what Sam has to say? He’s really been beating himself up over what’s happened, and you coming in hot with angry accusations isn’t going to make him or you feel better.”

“…Okay, okay, I’ll try. For you.” Bucky’s pacing slowed and she could tell he was weighing his words. “How’s Steve handling all this?”

(Y/N) leaned a hip against the porch railing and looked out at the gentle waves in the distance. “When I figure that out, I’ll tell you.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I should probably let you go now; by the time I drive across D.C. and talk my way past the MP’s, it’ll be time for Sam’s flight to take off. I’ll call you soon, doll. Give Carina a kiss for me, okay?”

After they exchanged their goodbyes and she tucked her cell phone back into her pocket, (Y/N) looked down at the belt buckle in her hand and gave it a small smile. “Could you keep an eye on Bucky too while you’re at it, Nat? Something tells me that Sam won’t be traveling to Munich alone…”

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“Dinner was delicious, sunshine,” Steve commented later that evening as they cleaned up the kitchen together; there was a mischievous twinkle in his azure eyes when he spared her a brief glance and continued drying the dishes she’d finished washing. “You know, you’ve come a long way from only knowing how to make spaghetti, tacos and scrambled eggs.”

Narrowing her eyes, (Y/N) playfully flicked some soapy dishwater at her chuckling husband. “This coming from the guy who used to boil all his food and who never touched hot sauce until he was ninety-seven.” They finished washing and drying the dishes in comfortable silence, and it wasn’t until after they checked on Carina fast asleep in her crib and made their way back out to the living room that she decided to bring up the subject of the new Captain America. “Sweetheart, if I ask you a question will you promise to give me an honest answer?”

Steve’s brow arched but he nodded all the same. “Of course. What is it?”

“What was going through your head when you saw the announcement naming John Walker as the new Captain America?”

They sat down on the couch and Steve’s hand automatically found hers, his thin fingers intertwining with hers as he considered her pointed question. “Honestly? For a split second there, I thought that I was seeing a ghost on the television screen.” (Y/N)’s brow furrowed in confusion and he continued. “When I was accepted into Project Rebirth and sent to Camp Lehigh, I joined an entire regiment of potential candidates and over the course of a week, we were ordered to complete training that would determine which one of us would be chosen as the SSR’s first test subject. Doctor Erskine made it pretty clear from the beginning that he wanted me, but Colonel Phillips was gunning for a guy named Gilmore Hodge.” He huffed out a quiet chuckle. “Talk about a horse’s ass. Hodge was a bully; he fought with the other guys in the barracks, he cheated during training to get higher scores and he hated that a woman was the one personally overseeing our training.”

“Wait a sec, was he the soldier that Peggy told me about once, the one she knocked onto his ass with just one punch?” Steve nodded and (Y/N) grinned appreciatively. “Peggy Carter was such a bad-ass. So, Walker reminds you of Hodge?”

“Mm-hmm, right down to the blonde hair and blue eyes. Everything I’d read or heard about him since paints him as the perfect soldier, and it was all summed up in that GMA interview this morning.” Steve bit his bottom and looked over at the wall beside their small piano. He’d spent their first month in Maine framing and hanging some of the sketches he’d completed over the years; scenes of his childhood in Brooklyn featuring his mother Sarah and Bucky, portraits of his fellow Howling Commandos and everyone he’d worked with at the SSR, doodles of the laid-back days spent with the Avengers and more drawings of (Y/N) throughout the years than she could count. Doctor Abraham Erskine’s portrait hung proudly towards the center of the wall, a place of honor for the man who changed Steve’s life in more ways than one, and Steve’s eyes softened a little as he continued. “Doctor Erskine came to the barracks to see me on the night before the scheduled procedure. He told me about the time Schmidt took an unfinished dose of the serum and how he became the Red Skull, but then he said something I don’t think I’ll ever forget: ‘The serum amplifies everything that’s inside, so good becomes great and bad becomes worse.’” His azure eyes flicked back over to (Y/N) while the corner of his mouth lifted into a humorless smile. “The second thought that ran through my head after seeing that broadcast was ‘Thank God that they didn’t get their hands on Erskine’s serum too.’”

Sensing his pensive mood, (Y/N) draped her legs over his lap so she could cuddle up against him and rested her head on his shoulder. “The government did what the government does best: purposefully overlooked the accomplishments of a Black man in favor of maintaining the status quo. It’s a tale older than America itself.”

“But…” Steve’s voice was filled with an uncertainty that she’d come to associate with him being a man out of time. “Sam was the one who decided to give the shield to the Smithsonian. Unless…did he mention if someone contacted him and convinced him to hand it over?”

“No, no one convinced him. Sam doesn’t talk about it much, but he suffers from something called imposter syndrome; it’s when you believe that you’re less capable than those around you, that any success you’ve had in your life is only the result of luck and that at the end of the day, you’ll be outed as a fraudster. Many, many people of all walks of life struggle with imposter syndrome but it particularly affects the BAME – Black, Asian and Minority Ethnic – community.”

The thumb that had been caressing her knee slowed as Steve carefully asked, “So, when Sam said that he felt like the shield belonged to someone else, what he really meant was that it belonged to someone who looked like me?”

(Y/N) nodded. “To you, you were only passing along a superhero name and a vibranium shield to the person you believed was meant to have them but to Sam, he was faced with accepting a mantle that reminded him of the atrocities of our country’s history and a future where he’d be the first and only Black man ever named Captain America. It’s a heavy burden to bear and in the end, Sam chose to put his well-being first.”

“I didn’t think that…I-I should’ve known…”

Sitting up, (Y/N) cupped Steve’s face and gently coaxed him to look at her, her heart breaking a little as she looked into his distraught eyes. “Sweetheart, none of this is your fault. You only did what you thought was right, and there’s no way that you could’ve known any of this on your own. Sam doesn’t blame you, so you shouldn’t go and start blaming yourself.” She gave him a sad sort of smile. “If only there were more people like you and Sam in the world…I guess I should count myself lucky that I have the both of you in my life.”

Her husband’s expression softened and he shook his head. “Nah, we’re definitely the lucky ones, baby.” His thumb and forefinger lightly grasped her chin and held her steady as he leaned forward to capture her lips in a loving kiss.

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The next day, (Y/N) spent the morning and much of the afternoon on a conference call with Greg and the editors going over the first draft of Assemble: The Unabridged History of the Avengers and while a freshly-inspired Steve worked into the evening on the cover art, (Y/N) set up Carina’s playpen in the garage and kept an eye on her daughter while she worked up a sweat with their suspended punching bag. Her time with the punching bag was when she allowed herself to reflect on the nightmares she experienced as a result of her PTSD; they were usually memories of all the losses she’d suffered at the hands of Thanos, playing over and over on a constant loop in her mind, but exercising helped her acknowledge and slowly push through them.

While she was taking a quick water break and checking Carina for signs of sleepiness, her cell phone began to play the tell-tale tune of Sam’s ringtone. “You hear that, Cari? Uncle Sam’s calling!” The infant clapped her little hands together and (Y/N) grinned as she reached for her phone, but she arched a brow in surprise when she saw that it was actually a FaceTime request; with a shrug, (Y/N) answered and was met with the sight of Sam’s withdrawn face. “Sam? What’s wrong, Sam?”

“It’s probably easier to tell you what isn’t wrong,” Her best friend sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Bucky and I went to Munich yesterday and got our asses handed to us by eight super-soldiers, he took me to Baltimore to meet an old man named Isiah Bradley and I got to learn that the Army once experimented on Black soldiers while trying to replicate the serum, Bucky got himself arrested because he missed a therapy session, and I was forced into an uncomfortable couple’s counseling session with Mr. Stares-a-lot himself.”

“Wow, that was…a lot.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your workout, (Y/N), but after the day I’ve had, I just really needed to see a friendly face.” Sam’s expression relaxed when he caught sight of Carina playing with her stuffed white wolf. “Two friendly faces, actually. How you doin’, cutie-pie?”

“Say ‘hi’ to Uncle Sam, lemon drop.” (Y/N) helped the infant wave her chubby hand at the screen and grinned when her best friend chuckled. “Hey, that got you to smile! Did you want to talk about it?”

Sam shook his head. “Nah, it’s okay. I’m too tired to go through it all again.”

Before (Y/N) could reply, Bucky appeared from behind Sam and gave her a half-wave. “Nice to see you again, doll. Is Samuel here tellin’ you all about my time in the slammer?”

“Bucky, are you all right?” She ignored the glares that both men were shooting one another and waved her hand in front of the camera to grab their attention. “Hey, if you guys stop doing that weird macho shit, you’ll realize I asked you a question.” Carina let out a particularly loud coo and (Y/N) glanced over at her with an apologetic smile. “Yes, Cari, that was a bad word that Mommy shouldn’t have said, but your uncles are driving Mommy insane right now.” She looked back at the screen and raised a pointed brow. “How are you feeling, Bucky?”

“Well, I feel better,” Sam interrupted as they walked out onto a sidewalk.

Bucky sighed in annoyance. “I feel awful, (Y/N), but thanks for asking.”

A police car’s siren blared through the phone’s speaker, ending as soon as it began but replaced with a familiar boastful voice. “Gentlemen! Good to see you again.” Instead of hanging up the FaceTime, Sam switched to a normal phone call after exchanging a look with Bucky and although (Y/N) was confused by his action, she listened closely as they approached John Walker. “Who were you talking to? Your girlfriend?”

“My best friend, actually. She was checking in on me, but she had to go.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), right?” (Y/N)’s brows rose in surprise but she remained silent, mindful that the phone was on speaker. “I’ve studied the files of all the Avengers in preparation for taking up the mantle, in case I ever have to work alongside them. I sent her an email, you know, giving her my condolences and asking for her personal blessing to carry Steve’s shield, but I guess it must’ve gotten lost somewhere ‘cause I never heard back.”

“That’s because I sent that unopened email directly into the goddamn trash,” She muttered under her breath and heard Bucky cover his snort of amusement with a small cough.

“Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance and you guys know that.”

Sam sighed. “So, what do you got?”

“Well, the leader’s name’s Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.”

A new voice spoke up, and (Y/N) quickly recognized it as belonging to Lemar Hoskins, Walker’s partner known as Battlestar to the public. “They geo-tagged a location, then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe.”

“We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of those camps.”

Bucky snorted in derision, and (Y/N) could very-well imagine him rolling his eyes in plain view of Walker. “Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since the Blip, so I guess you’ll have to look real hard.”

“Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?”

“Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?”

“No, we don’t know, Bucky. It’s only a matter of time before we find out.”

“Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker?”

(Y/N) listened to the heated exchange between Bucky and Walker with growing concern, and she was thankful when Sam interrupted them before they could escalate. “Take it easy. Look, Walker’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them, but you guys have rules of engagement and all kinds of authorization you have to get. We’re free agents. We’re more flexible, so it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.”

There was a moment’s pause before Walker replied, “A word of advice, then: Stay the hell out of my way.”

She could hear footsteps walking down the street and after a minute, the phone call was switched back to FaceTime and she saw Sam and Bucky’s concerned faces on the screen. “So, what do you think of the new Captain America?”

“I think that you two need to be careful around him,” (Y/N) answered honestly, perching herself on the garage’s workbench and shaking her head. “Something seems off with him. I mean, ‘targeting civilians’ was concerning enough, and then he basically threatened you both when you wouldn’t agree to work with him? I don’t know about either of you, but I’m even more grateful that he doesn’t have the serum than I was before.”

“Yeah, me too. Speaking of the serum, it looks like we’ll have to start there if we wanna gather more intel on these Flag Smashers.” Sam glanced over at Bucky walking beside him. “What are you thinkin’?”

“Well, I know what we have to do. When Isaiah said ‘my people’-”

“Oh, don’t take that to heart, that’s not what he meant.”

“No, he meant Hydra.” At Bucky’s statement, (Y/N)’s jaw dropped as she slowly realized what he was intending on doing. “Hydra used to be my people.”

Sam scoffed at Bucky’s implication. “Not a chance.”

“Walker doesn’t have any leads-”

“I know where you’re going with this, no.”

“He knows all of Hydra’s secrets. Don’t you remember Siberia?” Bucky shot an imploring look at (Y/N). “C’mon, doll, back me up here.”

(Y/N) bit her lip and carefully thought their less-than-ideal situation over. “It sounds like you don’t have much of a choice in the matter, but you need to make sure you’re mentally prepared to face him again. I remember Siberia, Bucky, but I also remember how he took control of you in Berlin.”

Sam looked over at Bucky with concern in his dark brown eyes. “So, you’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?”

“…Yes.”

With a slow nod, her best friend glanced between the super-soldier beside him and his phone screen. “Okay, then. We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

Despite the seriousness of their situation, (Y/N) couldn’t contain her huff of laughter. “Look at you two, already starting to work together like a team. Keep it up and you’ll figure all of this out in no time. Hey, maybe you’ll even end up becoming real friends!”

“You’ve got some imagination, doll; it’s no wonder why Steve fell head over heels for you,” Bucky remarked but managed to give her a half-smile. “Take care while we’re gone, okay?”

“I’ll give you a call as soon as we know more about what we’re dealing with.” Her best friend’s assured tone and the look of determination that was written across his features helped to ease some of her worry for the pair, and he smiled a little when she finally nodded. “We’ll see you soon, Booksmart.”

“Good luck, Birdbrain,” (Y/N) replied and when the FaceTime ended, she sighed and stared at her concerned reflection in the phone’s screen. “And stay safe.” She pocketed her phone and lifted Carina out of her playpen, giving the giggling infant a kiss on the forehead and tickling her stomach before handing her the stuffed white wolf. “You’re absolutely right, lemon drop. Your uncles are going to be okay because they’ve got each other’ backs. C’mon, let’s go check on Daddy and make sure he hasn’t fallen asleep on one of his easels again…”

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A/N: The next chapter takes place in Delacroix, so buckle up for more angst and shenanigans! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ziGMhEsAw833GQ9eV44nR?si=6dfead09c76848d5

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part III)

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[thesunshineriptide]

i loved the pose reactions sm! are you possibly able to do the twst boys reaction to reader having a lot of anxiety due to a big test coming up please?

I don’t normally do ones for every twst boy but I’ll make an exception because I’m susceptible to flattery smfhskfhkshf /t

Anyway each section will probably be short but yeah! I got you. Also I’m writing this under the assumption that the reader is a first year

Twst Boys When You’re Anxious About A Test

characters: everyone

Cw// none :D

Riddle

Riddle “Rose Of The Classroom” Rosehearts will GLADLY help you study if you’re anxious for a test. This comes at a price though because he may tell you he’s a patient teacher, but he is a Liar. On the other hand, you WILL get a hundred percent on your test and he will treat you to a tart and some tea afterward so. 5/10 mildly traumatizing but effective

Trey

He has study cards from when he was learning that and you do drills for like an hour. If that doesn’t work he sends you to Riddle. 6/10 he’s not that helpful

Cater

He’ll google the answers for you and then quiz you on them. If you get something wrong he just tells you what it is and has you write it in your notebook. 8/10 he’s not a great tutor but he’ll help with the anxiety

Ace

Tells you all the wrong information as a joke but when he begins to girlboss too close to the sun he’ll take it back and tell you (what he thinks are) the real answers. It should be noted if you’re nervous for a test he’s also nervous because he’s a slacker 4/10 an asshole

Deuce

Also nervous, ends up doing an impromptu study session with you the night before. He makes hot cocoa and steals some of trey’s coffee rolls and you two have a good time studying and talking. He’s the king of finding roundabout ways to study (pneumonics, doodling notes, singing little songs, audiobooks, etc) so if studying via drilling doesn’t work he’s honestly best bet. 9/10 most pleasant person to study with and you end up getting a good grade too!

Leona

He will not help you study but he will help with the anxiety. Kind of. He hands you a fidget toy and then takes a nap and uses you as a pillow. Being forced to sit still for an extended period of time gives you a long while to a) calm down and b) rethink everything you’ve learned and check it twice. If you’re really anxious for something like an exam, he’ll send one of the froshes from the dorm that does well to tutor you, or if you really really tug on his heartstrings, he might write a quick study guide on a napkin and hand it to you. 4/10 he’s not really helpful unless you’re like, seriously distressed

Ruggie

He’s more likely to just tell you to chill and that it’s not a big deal than anything else. He might be inclined to help you study (he’s so fuckin smart dude) if you’re willing to pay a price. The price is food feed him something and he’ll tell you whatever so long as he’s still eating. The second he’s done he’s out of there. 2/10 he’s got the brains but he is anti sharing-is-caring

Jack

A good boy who would love to help you study! He does his best in classes so he’s genuinely helpful and doesn’t ask for anything in return! 9/10

Azul

He can totally help you with that, just, yknow. You can’t get something for nothing. So he’ll give you one of his illustrious study guides and a shoulder to lean on so long as you’re willing to pay the price… 7/10

Jade

Literally Azul’s right hand man. He could help you…but he’ll probably just say you should talk to Azul. If you’re really important to him, he might make you a cup of tea and let you vent for a bit. Probably won’t help you study unless it’s something that interests him, sorry. 6/10

Floyd

He might help you study, he might tell you it’s boring and then basically kidnap you. He’s a great anxiety relief though, because you will soon forget your troubles when he’s excitedly showing you his dance moves or squeezing you close (and tight enough to break your ribs. You won’t have to do the test if you’re in the infirmary though!) 8/10

Kalim

He’s also anxious about the test. He doesn’t know what’s on it or what he’s going to do. You both will be having an anxiety attack by the end of it 1/10

Jamil

“I’d help you but I have to help Kalim. I guess you can come sit in on our tutoring, as long as you stay quiet.” He is so tired man but he’ll help out when he has time. 8/10 he will probably tell you to stfu at least once

Vil

He’s a lot like Riddle in the sense that you WILL ace the test and probably be miserable during the study session. What differs them is that if you get too distressed, he’ll help you calm back down. 9/10 he didn’t mean to make you cry sorry potato

Rook

Why do you want to go to him? Well, it’s actually not a bad idea because he would LOVE to help you study. Helps you study for hours on end until you get it. Is incredibly patient and explains things in different ways until you understand what he means. Shows you the practicality of the study. 10/10 he’s an excellent study partner

Epel

0/10 he doesn’t know what’s going on or how to comfort you. You will end up comforting him and you will both probably fail the test tbh

Idia

He doesn’t know how to help emotionally and probably runs away. If he does help you study, he’s nervous and fumbling over his words the whole time. His information is sound but his delivery is confusing. 6/10 he’s trying

Ortho

Tells you the answers because he doesn’t know better. 11/10 most helpful

Malleus

He didn’t know there was a test but he’s studying for it now! You two will probably sit in comfortable silence, studying independently but near each other, maybe exchanging a few questions back and forth. He probably has refreshments available for you and is genuinely just enjoying your company. Super calming to be around (if you’re not scared of him, which, if you went to him for this, you probably aren’t.) 9/10

Lilia

Hit or miss because if it’s for history he might tell you something that’s not on the tests/in the textbooks and then you might accidentally get a mark down for it. If it’s for anything else though, he’s a patient teacher (and a father) so you’ll probably get high marks! He might also offer you refreshments and it will ruin the vibe a little but don’t be rude he cares about you. 8/10 two points off for his shitty, well meaning cooking

Silver

Great for anxiety relief, bad for studying. He’s a certified narcoleptic which means studying is mostly gonna be spent on trying to keep him awake. If you have an endless amount of coffee then he’s a lot better as a study partner and is genuinely smart. He’s trying his best to help even if it’s a little bit of a struggle, but it’s a good time anyway. 8/10 he’s a sweetie

Sebek

He pays a lot of attention in class and unless you make it explicitly clear you need comfort, he will probably help and hinder at once. Probably yells (accidentally?) or makes fun of you when you don’t know something. If he goes too far and you get mad or start crying, he softens so fast it’s incredible. 4/10 you take -100 emotional damage

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[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Could you maybe do a longer list of dally headcanons just in general of dating him long term? 💗💗

A/N: Your wish is my command Nonny <3 I don’t know if I really like how these came out? I feel like I could do more but I don’t know what else to do- hope you guys enjoy!

Long-term dating headcanons, huh?

To start, let’s sort out what we’re gonna qualify as long-term-

I am a firm believer that before you, Dally’s longest relationship was definitely Sylvia? 

I feel like they had one of those on-again, off-again sort of relationships, y’know?

I’m talking like Dal and Sylvia were breaking up like every two weeks for the dumbest reasons imaginable-

So, for that reason, anything over a two-week relationship is long-term by Dallas standards

But for the sake of these headcanons, and the sake of the fluffy content I know y’all want, I’m gonna act as if long-term in this scenario is the normal long-term standards

A quick google, because I’m a clueless ace here who knows almost nothing about real relationships, says that a long-term is like somewhere between two or three years?

So we’re gonna do use that as a baseline and then all of the time after that-

Without further ado: Long-Term Relationship Headcanons With One Dallas T. Winston™

I’m gonna be honest here guys, I don’t ever see Dallas Winston being into marriage-

Like? I just don’t see him as a husband type

I just can’t see him sitting through the semantics of wedding planning, no matter how much he loves you

Be honest with yourself guys, can you really see Dallas sitting through flower arrangements and cake tastings?

If you’re just his partner/girlfriend/boyfriend, that’s totally cool with him, he just wants you to be his and no one else’s

That being said, he’s gonna treat his medal and ring like they’re some sort of engagement jewelry?

He’d probably be a little more hesitant to hand them over to you after what went down with Sylvia, so as soon as he offers them up to you, the relationship is gonna last man

But like-

If the situation calls for it, Dally won’t hesitate to refer to you as his husband/wife/partner so that he can have a little more power

Example: you get jumped pretty badly and get taken to the hospital, only immediate family and spouses are allowed back to your room

Dally won’t even blink as he firmly states that he is your husband and must be allowed to see you at once

I’m getting the vibe that you guys would definitely end up finding a place of your own eventually?

Like, you might crash with him at Buck’s place for a while, but ultimately I can see Dally wanting a place that’s just yours and his

It’s gonna be some sort of small apartment maybe? A little place, maybe a townhouse sort of vibe but it’s gonna be yours, something you have together and that’s the important part

Alsooooo, I may upset people with this? But I don’t see Dally being into the idea of having too many kids-

Like I think you could convince him for one? But that’s about the limit, anything else is really pushing your luck guys

It’s mostly because he struggles with the idea of being a dad?

Dal’s never really had a solid father figure y’know, other than Mr. Curtis I guess-

His old man is a piece of trash and Buck was more of an older brother so he’s never really had a good experience with a father figure

So, I guess, I’m trying to say that he’s afraid of turning into his old man, he thinks that’s all he really knows and thinks it’s inevitable 

I know, I know, that’s sad and I’m sorry

But I think it plays an important role here in the Long-Term Relationship Headcanons With One Dallas T. Winston™

This is kind of related but also really random, I can totally see him getting a dog (or a cat, though it might take some convincing) and he’ll refer to it as your baby or your kid

I have a feeling Dal wouldn’t have a problem raising a pet with you <3

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[lightupthemoon]

The Effect You Got On Me: From The Vault (No. 7)

No. 7: why'd I have to break what I love so much?

No. 1 // No. 2 // No. 3 // No. 4 // No. 5 // No. 6 // No. 8 // No. 9 // No. 10

Summary: Kate has been avoiding you, and you're worried about it. America has some things to say about it. Drabble collection based on the events of The Effect You Got On Me.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader.

Song: afterglow by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: The slightest bit of smut. However, 18+ for previous parts, minors DNI.

Word count: 1.4 K

Read on AO3 // PLAYLIST

Author's Note: Somewhere in the depths of my Google Drive, there is a scratched version of part 3 where America and Yelena find out about the arrangement during game night. If that had made it into the story, this would have been in part 4. Italics are a flashback. Thank y'all so much for the replies, reblogs, likes, and asks! Enjoy!

You chewed on your lip nervously, your phone pressed to your ear as you listened to the line ring, your head resting against the cold wall behind you. 

"Kate Bishop here. Not sure why I can't answer right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you. Bye!" 

You sighed. You had listened to that message so many times you could recite it in your sleep. You hung up. You had already left her plenty of messages, one more wouldn't change anything. 

It had been two weeks since the last time you had seen Kate and you didn't want to seem dramatic but your body was aching at her absence. It wasn't only for the unbelievable things the archer could do with her tongue–although you'd be lying if you didn't say the mere thought of it made your insides tingle–, you had spent so much time with her in the last few months it felt like something was missing to feel whole. 

No matter how you felt, she wasn't answering her phone. You had called, texted, even emailed her once, and she seemed to have disappeared into thin air, no trace left behind. You had gone as far as to ask Yelena if she knew anything about why her best friend was ignoring you but the blonde had been no help, only saying Kate was busy and would get back to you when she could. Whatever the hell that meant. You knew you technically could show up at Kate's apartment and demand answers for her silence but what right did you have to do that? Sure, you were sleeping together but she wasn't your girlfriend. She didn't have to report her whereabouts or explain herself to you in any way. VIP access to her bed didn't mean you had any claim on her, but you wanted to believe whatever it was you did have was relevant enough to not be ghosted. 

You groaned and sunk into your bed, pulling up the purple hoodie you had stolen from Kate's closet and still smelled like her to cover your face. You closed your eyes, letting your lungs fill with the familiar sweet scent. 

“I thought she was the one, you know?” you managed to say between heavy breaths while Kate's lips were attached to the sweet spot in your neck. Her fingers were playing with the lace of your bra, your hands tangled in her hair in an attempt to keep her from moving away. 

"Come on now," Kate responded without detaching her mouth from your skin, featherlight kisses trailing a path to the front of your throat down to your collarbone, driving you insane. "That's setting yourself up for failure." 

"How come you don't believe in any of it?" you asked, pulling her face up to yours, crashing your lips to hers in a heated kiss. Her hands gripped your waist for stability, pushing you a bit more into the wall behind you, making you swallow the moan that escaped her when you bit on her bottom lip. 

"How come you do?" She retorted a moment later, her lips now on your jawline. "Take off your jeans." 

"It's just nice to think one day someone will love me no matter what, flaws and all." You made quick work of getting out of your jeans and throwing them across the room. "Wouldn't you like to have that?" 

"Sure, it sounds nice," one of Kate's hands immediately landed on your ass, pulling you closer to her as if you weren't already trapped between her and the wall. The other traveled into your damp underwear, her slender calloused fingers making you gasp at the contact. "But you know what else is really nice?" 

She drew back just enough to see your reaction as her digits slipped inside you. You threw your head back, whimpering pitifully. Her movements were fast and heavenly and you never wanted her to stop. Her mouth returned to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin, soothing the pleasurable pain with her tongue and making you quiver under her touch.

"Oh, shit, Kate, just like that," you groaned, your eyes shut closed tightly,  your mouth slightly ajar, feeling her fingers curl inside you. 

"Hmm, exactly," she chirped with a smirk. "Does it feel good, baby girl?" 

"Fu-fuck yes, Kate," you whimpered. "So good, don't stop."

She sped up her rhythm. "You're gonna cum for me?"

"Y/N!" 

You almost fell off your bed at the unexpected touch that brought you back into reality and out of your very incriminating thoughts. You pulled the hoodie off your face and groaned when you saw America snickering with an eyebrow raised. The heat you were feeling in the depths of your core raised to your face. 

"Thinking of Kate again, I see," she teased you, dropping the keys to your shared dorm and her bag on her desk. "Still no answer?" 

"Gone like Thanos snapped his fingers again." 

"She'll come around, you'll see," America reassured you, sitting on her bed across from yours. 

"What if she doesn't, Mer?" You asked, genuinely concerned. "What if I was just another girl on her list and this is what she does when she's done with it?" 

"You can't possibly believe that," America scoffed. "Not when you're the envy of every girl on campus because, of all girls, you're the one she has breakfast with."

"Had." 

America rolled her eyes. "That's not what Kate said." 

"What? You talked to Kate?" 

A nonchalant mhm left America's lips as she scrolled down her phone like she hadn't just dropped a bombshell on you. You climbed out of your bed and into hers, tearing her phone off her hands and making her grunt. 

"Hey! That's mine!" She complained, trying to reach for her phone unsuccessfully. 

"When and how did you talk to Kate?" You demanded, extending your arm back to keep her phone as far away from her as you could. 

America shook her head, unamused. "Yelena and I go to the same gym, they were taking a kickboxing class together today." 

"Why didn't you call me?" You whined, giving her back her phone and dramatically falling face-first into her lap. 

"So you could ambush her and have Yelena murder me? No, thanks," she combed her fingers through your hair, affectionately. "I fear very few things in this life and Yelena Belova is one of those things." 

You turned around to face America. "What did she tell you?" 

"Well, you know Kate, she said a lot of things that didn't actually say much. She just rambled on and on. I get the feeling that she doesn't know how she feels and that's why she's avoiding you," America pursed her lips. "She seemed sad, too." 

"That doesn't comfort me at all." 

"Just give her time," America said. "You need to remember that she's only ever done one-night stands. Whatever is happening between you two, it's all new to her. She needs to process her feelings." 

"I miss her, Mer," You muttered, sadly. "Like, I don't care if I never sleep with her again," America glared at you. "Okay, fine, I do care," you corrected with a roll of your eyes. "But I'd give it up to have her back, you know? Silly, warm, golden-retriever-energy Kate." 

"It's only been two weeks, cariño." 

"Then why does it feel like this?" 

America sighed, still fondly scratching your scalp with her nails. "I think you know the answer to that question." 

You did, but admitting to your feelings for Kate would be admitting defeat. Kate didn't believe in love and romance and even if she did–who's to say she would feel the same way? She could literally pick anyone she wanted. Expecting more from her was unrealistic, out of your reach. You were just fucking around, having fun, but you had never in your life felt as comfortable with anyone as you did with Kate. She knew just how to make you laugh as well as she knew how to make you quiver. Sometimes, when you were in bed completely spent, after hours of exploring one another, she would look at you like you hung the moon and say things that seemed so sacred you wouldn't dare to speak to anybody else. She'd give you her coat when you were cold and look your way every time she made the bullseye at archery practice, a grin taking over her face whenever she saw you cheering for her. You knew it wasn't serious but there was no denying there was something there. Or maybe it was all in your head. 

"I hate it when you're right," you mumbled, pouting. 

"You know I always am," America boasted, tapping on your forehead so you'd get off her. "Now, let's go drown your sorrows in junk food. Lord knows you need it." 

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[sablegear0]

Sable vs the Carpenter Bees (Part 1?)

(Tentatively labeling as "part 1" because I expect I will post updates eventually)

So, yesterday I had my first encounter with carpenter bees. For those unfamiliar; they're the size of a bumblebee and look similar, but rather than living in underground nests, they tend to burrow into dead wood to lay their eggs. Note that this can and often does include any unfinished lumber or exposed wooden parts of a house. They're also very territorial. It's worth mentioning that only the males get territorial, and only in late summer, and that male carpenter bees cannot sting. However, they do make every attempt to get up in the business of any perceived intruder to chase them off, other bees included.

And also myself included, obviously.

It has been a long time since I've been chased by bees or wasps. Not since I was a child have I feared my stripèd flying neighbours. But yesterday was something different.

I think the main problem was I was mowing the lawn. See, our property is fairly small so I only have a reel mower, one of those old-fashioned push-mowers that isn't powered at all. It works great for me because I don't mind the workout and it's way quieter than its gas- or electric-powered peers. But it does tend to stir up the bugs, I think partly because it's so quiet. It just makes a metallic rasping noise as it spins, which is enough noise (and motion) to startle bugs but not enough to drive them away. The first carpenter bee buzzed me as I was finishing up with the mower and starting to put it away. I ducked inside my shed and that seemed to put me out of range.

The next came to harass me when I tried to harvest some of my garden veggies. I haven't posted any garden updates this year but things are looking relatively lush, and I'm pretty pleased with it. So I go to clip some peas down and who should reappear but a carpenter bee. Now, when I'm outside doing just about anything, I wear a newsie cap, sunglasses, and my big ol' headphones. This means that the only exposed skin on my head is my cheeks, nose, jaw, and neck.

And that bumbly bastard went straight for the side of my neck like a freaking vampire.

He tried to get in behind my headphones (or into the loop of my bun?) for some reason, and Monkey Brain did NOT like that one bit. I actually freaked out, dodged/ran away, swatted at the damn thing, and ran back inside. We did this twice, as I made a second attempt shortly after. There was also a fair deal of shouting and verbal threats issued. As if it could understand me. But it did make me feel better to state aloud that I wasn't above killing the bugger if need be. I did lay a solid smack on one with my hat, which grounded but did not kill it (as it flew off shortly after).

But of course, Looney Tunes style, this meant war.

Except I had no intention of killing the little bastards. See, while they were being bastards, they didn't know any better. They're just defending what they see as their territory from the big noisy animal that chops up the plants they like. I don't begrudge them, and I do still want them around as pollinators. But not being able to get to my own garden is unacceptable. So I got to thinking, what could I do to keep myself safe without killing them?

Some quick googling suggested that if I was able to find their nest holes (BIG if), dabbing some citrus or almond oil near the hole for a few days would persuade them to abandon the nest. They also apparently do not like noise (duh), so constant music or wind-chimes were suggested as a pest control measure. I honestly was a little surprised by the wind chimes thing but it gives a lot more context beyond aesthetics as to why people might have them. Who'd'a thunk.

So I have my information for longer-term solutions but nothing that would work today because I really wanted to get out there and harvest those peas. I ponder a trip to the nearby dollar store to pick wind chimes and perhaps a bug net, intending to catch and detain the little bastards while I work, then release them after I was done.

Then my Brother-In-Law comes downstairs and I chat with him about the situation and what I'm thinking of doing. And here's where things get interesting. He's in the Reserves, so he mentions he has some bug-netting in his kit. He goes and grabs a mosquito-net head cover for me to borrow. It's meant to fit over an army helmet so it fits nicely over my cap, and would probably go over my headphones too if I wanted. My head and neck suitably armoured, I head back outside.

By this point it's been maybe 20 mins since I was last outside. And the bees are nowhere to be found. Not even seen at a distance, just gone. Go figure. Realistically all I probably needed to do was leave and wait for them to calm down. Still, I like to think the netting helped, as behind the green mesh I was no longer skin-coloured (except for my arms but those were not a target) so I was less perceptible as a threat. Whatever the case, I was able to harvest my veggies in peace.

Later that day, the lads (my partner, BIL, and a couple friends) were hanging out on the patio and I half-expected to hear they had been harassed as well. But they were smoking, and I can only assume bees of any type don't particularly care for smoke, so they weren't bothered either.

Anyway, there's no moral to the story other than maybe I should wait a bit after mowing to do any other gardening, to let the bugs calm back down. I might go hunt down a nice set of wind chimes and the bug netting helmet is remaining by the back door. At least until I can find the carpenter bastards' nests in the... hoo boy, the huge amount of unfinished wood in my back yard, and stink them out with essential oils.

More updates (and garden updates) probably to follow.

#sable's life #sable has a take #sable talks about gardening #gardening #bees #pest control #(of the nonlethal variety)

[kaldurcalm]

15 & 27 for unusual asks?

15: rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

OK Astarion

I think drowning seems the least painful. I might be underrating freezing, since you lose feeling, but I hate being cold.

I like being in the water and even though having your lungs fill with water is terrible, it seems almost pleasant in some ways. You can also drown in 40 seconds in the right circumstances, so it might be the quickest option-- though if I'm going to look up the quickest option, I guess I have to compare that across the different methods.

Still seems most preferable.

Also, apparently if you look up "How fast fan you drown," Google assumes you're suicidal and gives you a hotline and a stock message to send to a friend with a text hotlink. Thanks but I just wanted to know how biology works.

(Yes I know I shouldn't be using Google, I am resistant to change and very weak.)

Freezing comes next because I'm pretty sure you lose feeling in your body. Goodbye, I'm sleepy, just gonna lie down now.

Burning is last. I refreshed my memory on all of these real quick and you're going to pass out from smoke inhalation until you die. It also really hurts before your nerve endings get fried and then you can't feel anything. No thank you. I like heat but not that much.

27: what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

I don't really stick to one outfit, but there's this velour clothing that I like to wear in the winter because it's warm and soft. I want more. I had to physically restrain myself from buying another shirt last month because it's really just not a good idea budget wise.

At least one person thinks I like dusky pink because of this. I don't care for the cover. The clothing is just that soft.

Also I have a hard time changing out of pj's. When I found soft pj's at Walmart, I made it my mission to collect them. I have four pairs now.

(Used to be Secret Treasures, Walmart rebranded and now it's Joyspun. I need to focus on getting clothing that's made with materials that are actually good next, but I'm very happy with these.)

In the summer it's whatever t-shirt I can find and... I've worn jeans a lot, but I'm moving away from them because my midriff is expanding and I don't like pain. Target has good leggings sometimes.

I would like more clothing for the in between times. I'm very picky about temperature and like to dress for the exact amount of chill in the air. This is one reason I usually stay inside and in my pj's.

It's also why I tried to make my pj's something that could look like day wear. My family thinks I like dresses now. It's just convenient.

Jahsjsjsjsjks I wrote an essay and still don't have a straight answer for you 😅

Thanks!

(Ask game here)

#death #dying #asking games

[dowhatisaynotwhatido]

The wine

Paring: Y/N x Wanda

Description: Just a seat-and-tea small drabble

Warning: none. Just fluff

It was a windy April the first time you decided to shield yourself in a small restaurant on your new neighborhood. You had recently moved into town, and you didn't know your surroundings very well, considering how busy you were.

As a nurse, you got use to your new job and late shifts over the last few week, but have never given yourself some time to appreciate the local commerce.

The restaurant was tiny, 10 tables at maximum. It had a book nook flare, serving wine, cheese plates and homemade pasta. The light was dim and the front of the store held a big window towards the calm street pass it. On the afternoon it worked as a semi cafe-wine bar, and you quickly turned that place on your crossword/sudoku bar for your Tuesdays evening.

A few weeks after your routine had settled, you were sitting by the window when you heard the door. Usually you pay no mind, but the crossword was proven itself a challenge so you humpfed and kept checking your surroundings. That was when you first saw her. A red hair, green eyes, fair skin, strong woman.

She came in with a closed expression which turned to a welcoming smile as she got to the counter to acknowledge the old lady who owned the place. You couldn't hear what she said, but they seemed friendly.

Over the next Tuesdays you frequently saw the woman there. Always in the same seat, with a book and a glass of red wine. Some days she was cranky and hard, another she was light as a breeze. Yes, you started to anticipate Tuesdays in a way you couldn't explain - that woman was consuming every spare time you had.

She caught you staring at her more than a few times, and you had the sensation of her staring back at you a few other. Not that you had the guts to do anything about it, you were a perfect romantic coward.

---WANDA'S POV

The woman was there again. She had been there for the last couple of months, every week. She became a regular when I was on a mission, according to Susan - the owner. She always sat there, on the seat that was my spot, and did her crosswords.

The first time I saw her there, I was just irritated with her stealing the window. Susan even offered to gently tell the regular that I was there first, but I couldn't find in my heart to do it. She always came in looking troubled, did her little crosswords and leave humming. She was beautiful and her reflexes back to the window dim light was a sight I wanted to commit to memory.

I found myself lost in my book every Tuesday. The woman captivated me and, I am even embarrassed to admit, I might have stalked her a bit. Not in the creepy way!I tried to focus on listening to her thoughts every once in a while. But goddammit, the woman was an immigrant and her thoughts were in... Spanish? Portuguese? Italian? I don't know. She thought often about her crosswords answers and what it seemed to be remarks about people. I couldn't quite understand it and that got me frustrated. So frustrated that I might have "googled her" - as in the Avenger's Stark way.

She was Y/N, 31 yo, nurse, Brazilian, 5 years living in Canada, recently moved in NY. So simple. And easy. And light. How could I have a crush like a teenager on someone who I haven't even spoken to?

It was already August when her thoughts finally became clear to me. She was making a English crossword. Oh, sorry, let me correct that. She was trying and failing hard to do a English crossword. That was funny. She did the hardest Portuguese one, and she was struggling with " 5 letters - the popes hat". < Come on, 'M-I-T-E-R'. You can do it. > she was stubborn, you quickly realized. She didn't look it up or took a quick look in the answer sheet. She stayed there for 2 hours trying to do all the other ones and find it out letter by letter.

The week after that I had a mission and couldn't go to the restaurant. Jesus, can you believe I missed the woman? How is that even possible. I did punch one or two guys a little harder than needed when I thought about her siting there alone as someone with actual guts hit on her. Argh! Ops, I punched someone again. "I am going to do something about it next week"

----- Y/N POV

The first thing you noticed that day was that it felt weird. The red haired wasn't there. After months of sharing the same routine, you felt her absence like a hollow feeling in your chest. Susan told you that Wanda - that was her name- often traveled and stayed out of town sometimes for months. It got you anxious thinking about not seeing her for that long. You craved her, her perfume, her giggles to herself, her polite nod towards you everytime you were caught staring.

She didn't come back for 2 other weeks, and your crossword was still killing you. You'd decided to make a English book, but it was so hard, that you were secretly hoping your wine glass would fall and ruin it, so you had an excuse to buy another -Portuguese- one.

"Miter" you heard above you. You turned pissed of. How dare this stranger just give you the answer you have been looking for weeks? Your pride was hurt and... the mothafucker was right! You wrote down the answer before taking a deep breath and turning to the stranger, you were ready to peel her down when you looked up and found the red haired with a playful smile. God, she was even more beautiful from this close.

"T-thank you" - You stuttered

"I am sorry. I just couldn't bare to watch you frown down that word for another Tuesday" She giggled "I thought you would be done with it after 3 weeks" She grinned.

She still had her purse on, so you knew she had just came into the restaurant and haven't sat down to her usual spot yet.

"Well, I would get it eventually." You shrugged it off with a small smile " but since you are here.... Do you happen to know a three word 'French delicatessen' that starts with an T?"

She smiled "I do. But you have to pay me a wine first"

"Deal" you smiled nodding her to seat across from you.

#wanda fluff #wanda x y/n

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About Torches & Beyond, I was wondering how far do you have it planned out? I have plans for a comic myself and I'm afraid to only start working on it when I have everything perfectly planned out, was wondering how it is for you and if you plan to develop it as you go along or if you know where do you want it to head. May sound silly but you definitely serve as inspiration for me with how much you have done so far. Your art is incredible by the way.

My planning process is super wacky lol… I have the ending planned out and bits and pieces for the middle??? I know where I want it to end basically, and I have general scenes/character developments I know I want to get to… for writing out actual issues it’s kinda hard because I have to piece together those concepts and make it make sense to readers lol. So it’s kinda a big mix of “I have a specific plan but I also write along the way”!

Thats the way I write at least, I can’t have it totally perfect to a T because it’ll drive me up the wall if I have to follow a set of “rules” I made for myself. I like to have it open ended so if I randomly come up with a cool idea or a small scene I can just simply plop it in when the time is right!

Lots of things in my story has changed since I started writing it, also. When I was younger, it was actually going to be Sabrinia had gotten lost in the woods and sent into a magical world where she meets PK… it was very very different lol. Something’s have stayed the same, and something’s evolved over the time I really found what I wanted the overall vibe to be.

I have DOZENS of comic pages, sketches, concepts and ideas in a huge binder and a big folder from over the years, along with many google docs of timelines, scene ideas, and just ideas in general that I’ve either kept since the beginning/along the way! My process isn’t really perfect but it’s organized in a way that I can understand and remember things lol.

For goodness sakes Sabrinia was going to be a human for a while lol. She was a gardener who hated her job because everyone bullied her about it. Geffory was one of those people… she’d hit him with a broom when he’d get on her nerves lol. Lily was always going to be the way she is, and there’s a specific turn of events that has always stayed the same since I came up with it!

I have about 100-ish pages of the comic I wrote as I thumbnailed them… this was when I started to take the whole “I think I want to make a comic” very seriously! I was just like you with it, I was really afraid about just starting it. But doing these quick thumbnails and finding ideas for what I wanted to happen next/taking scenes and ideas I already had in my brain really helped me feel more comfortable with how I wanted it all to be! Granted, back then the story was different with how I paced everything, it was very quick and chaotic lol. The High Ruler had these weird snake things in his back it was a fun time haha.

All in all, what I have planned is where I want the characters to be in the long run. Then I fill in the bits and pieces! Of how they got to be there! It’s complicated but it can also be super fun :) I’ve noticed that I grew with my characters as well, funnily enough lol.

I hope this helped kinda!! Nothing I do is really perfectly written or planned, some of it is I suppose, but I’m not really the type to plan anything exact??? Because what if something happens and the plans just kinda crumble down into pieces?? Yknow?? :O

Thank you so so much for the ask, I’m glad I could maybe help you out even a teensy bit <3 It is such an honor to be an inspiration to anybody, it’s crazy to think I am at all! And thank you for the super kind words!! I hope all goes well with your comic! If someone as sporadic as me can keep up a series like this I know for sure anyone else can :) I’m totes looking forward to it, I bet it’ll be awesomesause >:P

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[antvnger]

((Actually! Since I mulled around with timelines just a bit, 95% of the arc reactor stuff takes place while Scott is in prison. Technically, the arc reactor was created months before Scott was arrested, and then everything else takes place before Scott’s release. By the time Ant-Man comes into the picture, the arc reactor is only seated in the suits until Tony makes the arc reactor model we see in Infinity War, which I say he made a lot earlier in this AU because he just needed it but that’s another meta headcanon for another time.

And technically, according to the MCU timeline, the arc reactor’s umm…arc actually takes place over the course of 2 years. A quick google search shows the events of IM1 actually are supposed to take place in 2010 and IM3 takes place in 2012. And Scott was incarcerated from June 2012 to June 2015, so I just merged some timelines together.

So short answer, all the arc reactor stuff took place while Scott Stark was in prison, and he found out about the arc reactor and the poison and the surgery long after it all occurred.

See below for how it went down.))

Finding out about all of that was scary for Scott Stark to say the least.

He of course knew about the arc reactor. How could he not since he’s been around Iron Man more than once and has been shown the arc reactor.

The same arc reactor his grandfather first envisioned that sat larger than life in Stark Industries could now fit in the palm of his hand. That was wild.

But what was crazier? Scott learned it all from Cassie.

It was actually when Cassie had swiped his helmet to play with and when she had blue construction paper taped to her shirt and definitely after Scott sent the photo of her to Tony.

“Daddy, did you know that the arc reactor kept Uncle Tony’s heart alive?”

Scott froze, unsure if he heard that correctly. “...what?”

“Uh huh," she replied, unfazed by her dad's sudden shift in demeanor. "When those bad guys took him, his heart got hurt, and the arc reactor kept ‘sharpnal’ from getting into it and hurting it more.”

Hurting it more. Or worse actually. “...what?”

That’s when the phone call happened. At least, as soon as Cassie was out of earshot anyway.

“Tony, why the hell am I learning about you having shrapnel in your heart from my kid instead of you?”

Well shit. Tony had been hoping to protect Scott from that. He knew how the news of his kidnapping threw Scott into such a panicked mess, thanks to Pepper and Maggie, that Tony knew he wouldn’t react well to the truth about why the arc reactor was miniaturized in the first place.

“Had,” Tony corrected gently. “I had shrapnel in my heart, but surgery took care of that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s nothing to worry about anymore. It wasn’t anything to worry about before you even got out of prison. The shrapnel, the hole in my chest, the poison, all of that is behind me now and nothing you need to worry about.”

He lost Scott completely at poison. “Poison! They poisoned you too??”

Shit! “Actually it was the Palladium in the arc reactor which was accelerated due to me using the suits–”

That did not help at all. Scott's jaw dropped. “You poisoned yourself?!”

“No! Well I mean not intentionally. I didn’t know though, okay? I didn’t know until it was spreading and I was starting to feel the effects.”

“Until you could feel it killing you, you mean.” Scott’s starting to panic now, temporarily forgetting that this was a past tense discussion of events.

“Scott buddy, listen. I’m fine. The poison is gone and cured, thanks to a little diddy I like to call Badassium which cured the poisoning. Turns out Grandpa Howard actually was some merit to me after all. And the shrapnel is gone, and I’m okay. I’m fine, Scott,” he said slowly, calmly. “Breathe, Scotty, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“You promise you’re okay?”

“I swear on DUM-E I’m fine, and the things you’re panicking about right now aren’t worth your time and effort. It’s okay, Scott. I’m okay.”

Tony’s relieved to hear Scott take deliberately long, slow breaths. “That’s it, Scotty. Atta kid, it’s all good now. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

After a moment of quiet on the other end, he heard a soft, curious voice ask, “Badassium, huh?”

Tony chuckled and nodded. “Next time you come over, I’ve got some pretty impressive holoprojections to show you. It’ll give more depth to the name.” Then after a beat, he asked, “You okay?”

Scott nodded even though Tony couldn’t see it. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry I freaked. That was…”

“A lot thrown on you all at once and without warning, yeah I get it. Sorry you found out that way.”

“That’s okay.”

“I just thought–”

“No, no, I get it. Why make me worry about something already said and done, right?”

“Exactly. You sure you’re alright? Anxiety worked out of your system?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine now, Tones. I'm good...and I’m really glad you’re still around, ya know.”

Tony smiled softly. “I know. Thanks, Scottster. I’m glad you still let me be around,” he teased gently.

They eventually hung up the phone, and Tony sighed as he looked at the schematics of new arc reactor models.

He really was better than what he was, and he didn’t need the arc reactor to stay alive. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he couldn’t let the arc reactor go completely. Not just for Iron Man but for himself. For whatever reason, he still felt like he needed it.

A whisper. "I'm fine."

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[bubblebooming]

I have something to say

this post is for general shippers, anti's, pro shippers, minors, and older folks who still create content; and possibly you too if you are a consumer.

entertaining content of characters who are canonically minors is FINE, but before you take this as a free for all, finish this post.

it is fine under these conditions (in my opinion)

You should never ever write nor draw sexual content of a minor, i understand it is fiction but here's the issue- they are literal kids. you are correct, it is purely fiction, and no, it doesn't affect real life. this isn't just about the people it triggers though (referring to survivors of SA) but it's also about the minors consuming your media, the ones who are exposed to this content will think it is okay to for these things to happen, you have to remember that you aren't going to be able to check all of your followers, these kids aren't fucking dumb they know how to consume this content without you finding out it is quite literally not that hard, but it does affect them developmentally. also, it's just gross.

But, if the characters are canonically minors and you are creating content of them as adults (18+) it should be fine, so long as you aren't making them appear as children and using it to cover it up. we can tell.

to the anti-shippers i do want to say something on behalf of the pro-shipper community. now bare in mind i don't speak for everyone, but there is probably a large group that agrees with me- just don't forget there will always be fucking creeps. being a pro-shipper does not immediately make you a Ph3dophil3, it's called a 'problematic-shipper', not a 'child shipper,' you can't be coming for anyone with a pro shipper in their bio. this can mean anything, interspecies, enemies to lovers crap, literally ANYTHING considered 'problematic,' ...the definition of pro shipper only exists because of antis. literally. you are the ones who deemed stuff as such. age gaps don't just mean children and grown-ass adults, i won't deny that it's gross, but age gaps can also mean a 30-year-old and a 50-60-year-old. Minors, we don't hate you. there is a reason we don't want you consuming NSFW or problematic content, it's quite literally because of your growth we say these things. it's like anything else; misogyny, gun violence, ABUSE in general, we don't want you taking that on, and I know you think 'it could never be me' and yes, it might very well not be you, but it could just as easily be someone you know. these things you consume are not and never will be okay in real life, it's called fiction for a reason. you must also bare in mind that when you interact with NSFW content it brings it gets put into an algorithm. this leads it to not just go to your friends but other people within your age group, so it's not just you seeing these things. we don't have anything against you, but it's for the safety of everyone around you. i also want to take the chance to talk about T!Cest, this goes to pro shippers AND antis. I understand that there's some drama surrounding this ship, I don't ship it myself but I do need to step in here and say something. i wanna go back to my point about aging stuff up first of all, to those shippers who are creating content of them as minors, please, go touch some grass. granted i grew up thinking these turtles were grown-ass adults and didn't find out they weren't until i was probably about 15 (I'm 19 now) but it doesn't take long to do a quick google search on the age of a character,

and to the anti's and pro shippers fighting over t!cest right now, both of you just need to shut up and mind your damn business. incest shipping is always going to be there in every fandom believe it or not. at this point incest is canon in tmnt, did you forget about Leo and Karai? and yes I know tmnt 2012 was literally 10 years ago so a fair chunk of you probably actually don't know this, but now you do. shippers carry a pretty fair chunk of the fandom, it doesn't matter. just leave t!cest shippers alone on the condition they aren't sexualizing them as minors.

either way, i don't give a shit. and to that one person on Twitter talking about how they don't like t!cest because they were groomed by a t!cest shippers, that's okay. your feelings are valid there, you associate t!cest with that memory, but you cannot group all t!cest shippers like that, the choice of one individual does not affect a community as a whole, if it did them churches, the goverment, everyone's uncle or step dad and all celebrities would be gone, it would be ripped to shreds you'd all cancel it. I'm talking about ph3dos, murder, drug users, and probably a lot of worse thing's my brain can't even comprehend at this point. just block the tag, and do what you need to do to help yourself heal, but you cannot demonize all of those shippers based on the actions of one incredibly fucked up human. this also ties into what I was saying earlier about pro shippers. everyone just needs to chill. your arguments are all valid. but there's no point if everyone's going to get hurt. seriously, fandom culture had just started to settle when the younger part of gen z kicked in with MHA and rottmnt. like please calm down dude. don't go giving yourself an anurism love you all x

this will find the right people I trust.

#tcest #shipper #anti shipper #pro shipper #fandom culture

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