#different universes

[whore-for-chris-evans]

Little Tired Eye

[Steve Rogers x gn!reader

Warning: Bittersweet ending, fluff, angst, one swear word at the end.

Summary: Steve is your comfort person. You know that will never change.]

The heavy sound of the torrent above you mixes with the urgent Clop! Clop! Clop! of your boots carrying you home as fast as you could manage. You don't have an umbrella, only a jacket that you're holding above you to ward off at least some of the fierce patter of the rain. As if your day hasn't been terrible enough.

You almost cry in relief when you see your apartment building nearing. You couldn't care less about the drops you send flying everywhere as you dash up the staircase, fumbling along the way to retrieve your keys from the depths of your pocket.

The huge noise inside and outside your head comes to a sudden stop the moment you shut the door behind you, sending you into a daze for a few seconds. As you toe off said boots, you notice the light in the kitchen. Next thing you register is a low and deep voice humming a tune. You smile, despite everything you just braved throughout the day. You know who it is, and instead of heading to your bedroom, you make your way to the kitchen.

Sure enough, your blonde lover is at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. Headphones in his ears.

You listen as he quietly croons along to Sweet Nothing, a soft smile on his lips as the music surrounds him. You almost don't want to interrupt his moment of bliss. You know that song touches him deeper than any other track on the whole album. You've sleepily joined him a few times as he's lulled you to sleep with it. He's admittedly not the most talented singer in the world, but his singing is the most melodious sound you have ever heard. You wouldn't trade it for anything.

Soon though, he looks up to find you leaning against the doorway. The smile grows wider as he pauses the song and comes to you to wrap you in his arms. Nevermind that you're soaked to the bone.

"Hey sweetheart."

You bury your face further into his chest, choosing to let his warmth heal your battered soul. He gets the hint, rubbing circles into your back.

Five seconds pass.

Fifteen.

Thirty.

You start crying noiselessly. It's been a really long day and it's weighed on you heavily. But you're not crying from the pressure.

🎶Outside they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming.🎶

You're crying because you've come home. To his sweet nothings.

He cradles you close to his heart, even as you clean up and get ready for bed. He holds you tightly, your favourite sound in the world ringing in your ears as you drift off into sleep.

You feel much more refreshed when you wake up. Of course he isn't next to you when you look to your side. It's not a big deal. He'll be back when you need him. You smile at memories of the previous night. You'll never stop marvelling at how his kindness is still intact after all he went through.

Today's a big day. Anticipation ripples through your friend circle in an undercurrent. All you can think about is the movie you're going to watch later in the evening. It's a huge thing for the franchise and its fandom, the biggest event of the decade. It's the culmination of eleven years of movies...and you're not sure what exactly you're going to do after this film's over.

You've had a major spoiler from one of your loose-lipped friends who saw it on opening night, but you're holding hope that he was joking even though you knew perfectly well he wasn't.

You cry when your favourite characters die. You cry when the spoiler moment arrives. Your friend had given you half the story. You saw the rest coming.

You refuse to speak a word after that. You're as silent as a grave in the restaurant, even though it's your favourite cuisine. Everyone else is either quietly sobbing or talking about the hilarious jokes that had been thrown in here and there. Whichever happens to be their coping mechanism. You stopped crying the moment you were outside the theatre. Knowing better than to bother you, they leave you alone, only making sure from time to time that you eat a substantial amount.

You trudge your way up the stairs again, feeling hollow inside. Get over it, it's a movie. None of it is real. None of it is real. Stop weeping over fictional characters, you tell yourself repeatedly. Your rational pep talk works well...until you're inside your safe haven, away from the rest of the world.

Because the moment you do...

"Hey sweetheart."

You should be angry. You should tell him how heartbroken you are. You should let him know how out of line he was.

But...

But he's here. He's here, radiant, smiling, warm. And yours. How do you even begin to be mad at him?

You crumble like a sandcastle.

"How was the film?" he asks brightly.

"You left." you fight back a sniffle.

"I left?" He's confused. Obviously. Your sweet angel Steve doesn't know any better. Can't know any better.

"You went back in time to be with her. You left everyone alone to live out a life in the past. A life where you didn't belong anymore." You whisper. You can't yell at him when he's holding you like that. Looking at you like that. Like you're his entire world.

"Oh darling..." he presses your head to his chest against, stroking your hair and kissing your temple. "Darling, that's ridiculous. That's nuts. I don't know why they'd even think of that. Look here," he pulls back slightly and tilts your chin up to meet his loving baby blues. "I'm right here." He strokes your cheek.

"Right." A peck to your lips.

"Here." Another.

"With." Kiss.

"You." Kiss.

"Always." One final kiss to seal the promise.

Your bottom lip wobbles. You don't know what you'd do without this man in your life. You can't afford to let him go.

"Y/N, you know everyone has to go sometime, right?" he's making every effort to make this as gentle for you as possible.

Dammit, was that my outside voice?

"Don't," you croak out.

The feeling of his arms around you is fading, too quickly for your liking. Your nose can't trace his scent anymore.

"I love you, Steve." You whimper.

He looks torn. "Darling, I'm not even rea-"

You close your eyes, blocking out whatever he's trying to say. You shake your head softly, focusing on him in your mind's little tired eye.

His voice fades. The warmth surrounding you is gone. All your senses are left numb.

You take a deep breath.

🎶They said the end is coming, everyone's up to something.

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings.🎶

Go fuck yourself, Endgame.

Your eyelids part open, just a sliver at first, then all the way.

His image fizzles for a moment before reappearing - brighter, clearer. The familiar smell of coffee, cologne and a hint of fabric conditioner is back in the air between you two. You're pulled closer to a firm, broad chest.

He smiles, and the room brightens, along with your spirits.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

[Yeah, I don't know where this came from. I had to let this out I guess. Sweet Nothing always reminds me of Steve. I thought setting reader in our real world would be a cool idea.

This is basically also me before and after Endgame.

Do reblog and/or leave some feedback if you appreciate it.]

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

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[giappy-luna-blog]

Me in different universes, go to the link to see the full video:

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[shizaharu]

Myself in some different Universes ~

TheOwlHouse, SpiderMan, Rottmnt, Harry Potter, Attack on Titan, Bendy and the Ink Machine

[bashfulfruitart]

*muffled proud piano music in the distance*

A commission from that took me a bit to get done, And a familiar face, Joanna Jones by @annieleonhardt ! With our Friend's Jojo OC Aggio! (Please check her stuff out, especially chapter 1 of Devils Renaissance)

Just two half-siblings from different jojo AU's, ready to Muda away their vampire grandfather.

Yep all of this totally makes sense, just roll with it. I just love these two so this was more than worth the effort!

[berubara-4-ham]

I love this trend of T1kT0k where you draw yourself and/or with your sibling, friend, S/O, etc. in different universes. I’m drawing with me and my favorite cousin, Alex in different universes.

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

I just want them to love me. Why can a girl not have more than one lover. Am i too much greedy . Did i do something wrong? With all the signs the angels were sending me i don't think i got wrong anywhere. Why can't I be with them. Why do i have a barrier between me and them . This barrier of Different Universe. I just want to feel love. Want to know how it feels. How many more huh!?. Just how many more people I'll have to kill?!?!............Is this not enough?

[imaginativemacaroni]

I drew me and my best friend in different universes

[stellarsightz]

Did a fun little trend that used to be cool on instagram some time ago, with me and my best friend (my right hand man, my silly rabbit, my good times boy) @probablylilly ! We live in your phone now.

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Different Universe Sylvesters and Furrballs

Since I saw Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse, its Simpsons parody, and heard a reference to in it a clip from Beavis and Butthead's new film (haven't seen it yet though), I decided maybe it'd be best to list different universe versions of characters instead of trying to argue that they're all the same being filmed. This would be the best way to draw all opinions and fandoms together.

The two characters I'll start with are Sylvester and Furrball.

* Classic Sylvester

* Evolved Sylvester

* Sylvester married to Penelope

* Canon Sylth Vester

* Sylth Vester as an anti-hero/hero

* Toongo Sylvester

* Hotel Catsylvania Sylvester

* Duke Sylvester

* Baby Looney Tunes Sylvester

* Female Sylvester

* Canon 90's Furrball

* TTL Furrball

* Furrball/Finley in a relationship with Fifi/Flora (shared with some other universes)

* Furrball in a relationship with Zelda (AnimatedTigerGirl's OC)

* Rodanverse #1 Furrball

* Rodanverse #2 Furrball

* Dr. Furr of Duck Trek

* Raytendoverse Furrball

* Furrball in a relationship with Carolyn (ToonsandLiveAction15's OC)

* Furrball in a relationship with Blaze the Cat

* Furrball in a relationship with Rita

* Dracoverse Furrball

* Female Furrball

[thatbckgroundguy]

After the past few months, I really appreciated and loved the message of Everything Everywhere All at Once. Definitely going to be thinking about this for the next few days and if I can bring myself to it, maybe even go and rewatch it.

[bereft-of-frogs]

There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation

because WHAT are people talking about sometimes

[liones-s]

one of the biggest things I can advocate for (in academia, but also just in life) is to build credibility with yourself. It’s easy to fall into the habit of thinking of yourself as someone who does things last minute or who struggles to start tasks. people will tell you that you just need to build different habits, but I know for me at least the idea of ‘habit’ is sort of abstract and dehumanizing. Credibility is more like ‘I’ve done this before, so I know I can do it, and more importantly I trust myself to do it’. you set an assignment goal for the day and you meet it, and then you feel stronger setting one the next day. You establish a relationship with yourself that’s built on confidence and trust. That in turn starts to erode the barrier of insecurity and perfectionism and makes it easier to start and finish tasks. reframing the narrative as a process of building credibility makes it easier to celebrate each step and recognize how strong your relationship with yourself can become

[silverasks]

same energy

[buggachat]

I'm so so obsessed with this absolute freak

[fruityrats]

Happy pride!

[totallynotsun]

all these universes and i didn’t get the one where cool little alien cats exist, i’m sad.