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His Reason to Fanboy 🦸‍♀️ | Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia imagine

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Characters & Pairings: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x MovieStar!reader (romantic) Dagger squad (platonic), Marvel actors (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, slight profanity, pop culture references, timeline events not completely in order | Female!reader (she/her) | wc: about 7k

Requested 📨 yes/no for Anonymous (tagging @eternalsams though cause I know how much you love Mickey <3)

Premise: Little was known about the private life of energetic WSO Mikey 'Fanboy' Garcia to his fellow Top Gun alum. He was a walking encyclopedia when it came to all thing's superheroes and Hollywood's biggest stars. So it's the biggest surprise of their lives when the face behind his call sign Fanboy is revealed after years of wondering who claimed his heart when he was just a teenager.

Note: gosh writing this reminded me how much i love writing famous!reader x dagger pairings. this was so fun and long awaited so big apologies to the person who requested this last summer 🥰🥹. I hope it was worth the wait and I did it justice!! 🫶🏼

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If there is one thing the Dagger squad knows about their energetic WSO, Mickey Garcia, it’s that he lives up to his callsign Fanboy. Everyday they bear witness to his knowledge of all things superheroes and who’s dating who in Hollywood. The man’s apartment--or dorm on base depending on where he is--gives away all his interests and pop culture loves. Anyone who becomes friends with Mickey would have no trouble finding a birthday gift. There'd be endless ideas. 

Each room of his home had its own theme. Go to the bathroom and you’re hit with his love for Star Wars. Doctor Who memorabilia coats his kitchen. Then his living room looks straight out of Avengers tower. Throughout the apartment there’s knick knacks from attending a multitude of conventions, including a wall dedicated to signed pictures and movie posters. 

“Damn, Garcia,” Hangman whistles, roaming the vast collection. “You sure are a collector.” The WSO laughs, waltzing to his fridge to collect a case of beers for the squad. 

“My pride and joy.”

“I can see that,” Jake stops in front of a glass case filled to the brim with Funko Pops and figurines. One striking detail was the majority being characters of a certain actress hot in the Hollywood scene. “I see you also got a crush on Y/n L/n.” 

The name sent a large smile on Mickey’s face, filling his chest with warmth and butterflies, though his friends were too occupied to notice. “You can say that.” 

“C’mon, Mickey!” Y/n shouted at him from the sidewalk, waving a hand frantically toward the movie theater. “We’re gonna miss it!” It was a packed house, Mickey weaving through a horde of people after his mother dropped him off, promising to pick the two teenagers once the film ended. Listed in bold letters on the showings were “Spider-Man 2”, along with several others but they didn’t matter to them. They were there for the newest Spider-Man, having anticipated it all year.

Y/n stood with a cross body bag filled with candy, holding up the tickets. “You’re lucky I already got our seats.” Mickey fell into step as she led them inside, rolling his eyes playfully.

“At the very least we’d miss the previews, Y/n.” He held the door open, “not the end of the world.” 

“Speak for yourself,” she teased, thanking him in the process. Together they beelined for the concessions. With a soda and popcorn bucket in their hands the teens made it to their seats right as the lights dimmed. Y/n visibly excited during the trailers for National Treasure, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Then when it came time for the movie to start, she barely touched the popcorn. Leaving Mickey to enjoy it for himself. They shared candy and gasps during intense scenes. 

When the film ended the teens made their way out immersed in a debrief, “Harry is going to be a problem in the next one,” Y/n predicted with confidence, “Now that he knows Peter is Spider-Man, he’s gonna go after him to avenge his father.” The girl threw her hands up, “Which wasn’t even his fault!” 

Mickey laughed, popping a few leftover skittles in his mouth, “I’m kinda sad about Octavius. He had a change of heart in the end.” 

“Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh. They walked in the direction of the Dairy Queen next to the theater. Craving some ice cream while they waited for Mickey’s mom. “I hope one day I can be in one.” Mickey peered at her, frowning at her tone which was a mix of longing and sadness.

“A superhero movie?” 

“Any movie really,” she chuckled, pushing her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket. “A superhero one would be amazing--just because I love them so much.” Since they became friends at eight years old and their shared interest in comics, Y/n and Mickey watched pretty much every superhero movie to exist. Only when they turned 10 did their parents allow them to go to the theaters on opening weekend with supervision. It was the past year they were able to go alone now that they were fifteen and in high school.

Living in California, on the outskirts of Los Angeles, Y/n had always had a desire to go into acting. Begging her family to take her to auditions. Which was difficult considering they had full time jobs. Y/n’s mother a paralegal and her father a mechanic. When Y/n turned 10 her parents agreed to take her to commercial auditions on weekends. She landed several jobs, including ones for well known brands like Coca-Cola, Cheerios, and Motarola to promote their new phone. Children's toys, and hotel marketing. Recently came guest roles on popular tv-shows, like That’s So Raven, House, and voice acting on Danny Phantom. She had her agent to thank for that. 

But she was itching for that big break.

“You’ll make it, Y/n,” Mickey put his arm around her shoulder, the girl leaning in. “You’re the most ambitious, hard-driven, working person I’ve ever met. You’ve got family and friends who support you. An agent who cares about you.” If there was one thing he was right about it was her support team. Y/n’s agent Tanya had been with Y/n for two years and worked endlessly to secure her projects. The two were introduced in 2002 shortly after Y/n had a small role of a young vampire in Queen of the Damned. Her first feature debut, but it was so small she wasn’t listed on the credits. 

Tanya believed in Y/n more than anyone else. She was the reason Y/n appeared on more tv-shows than commercials within the last two years. While getting movie roles proved difficult, Tanya was determined and had Y/n pumping out auditions left and right. 

Mickey squeezed her shoulder gently, adding a friendly kiss to her cheek that made her heart flutter. “It’ll happen.You just have to be patient.” 

If only the two had made a bet that day. Mickey never lost faith in Y/n’s potential. And when they finally entered a relationship junior year after years of mutual pining it only heightened. They both attended University of Southern California, Y/n pursuing acting while Mickey studied aeronautical engineering. While finishing high school, Y/n auditioned consistently for L.A productions, accumulating credits on Constantine (which had her loss for words getting to work with Keanu Reeves), Ugly Betty, Bring It On: All or Nothing, and her personal favorite, X-Men: The Last Stand. Then in 2006 she had credits on Transformers, Knocked-Up, and Freedom Writers which were released in 2007. Those roles would benefit her in the years to come for the connections she made with co-stars. 

Her building resume those years resulted in Y/n getting that big break she dreamed off. One crisp January day in 2007, having just wrapped on a guest appearance on Suite Life of Zack & Cody, Y/n received a call from Tanya. Changing the trajectory of her career forever. 

“I’ve got you an audition to play Robert Downey Jr.’s daughter in this new Iron Man production.”

Y/n literally spit out her soda, choking as she tried to say, “I’m sorry, did you say Iron Man.” Of course she heard correctly, but Y/n being the massive comic fan she had to be sure. 

“Yes,” Tanya chuckled, Y/n could hear her typing away on her laptop. “I’m emailing you the scene--you’ll read for Jon Favreau, Kevin Feige and the casting director. There’s a chance Robert might be there for you two to do a chemistry read.” 

Y/n rushed to her laptop, nearly running into the wall of her dorm when she cut the corner too fast. The *ding* of the email coming through sounded, Y/n sliding into her chair at a rapid speed to open the document and print it out. 

“So you’ll do it?” Tanya’s voice reminded the girl she was still on the phone. 

“Where do I meet you?”

Now if Y/n were being honest, she wasn’t too confident of her chances of getting the role. It was the inaugural film of this highly anticipated Marvel franchise. Not to mention an L.A set so who knows how many up and coming actors are fighting for a spot. Y/n knew her odds were slim. But she was going to give the best damn performance ever. 

She planned to tell Mickey about the audition once she knew the outcome. As much as she loved and trusted him and his faith in her, Y/n didn’t want to disappoint him. Not that she ever could, Mickey adored her and supported everything she did. But since he loved superheroes as much as her, this was important to him as well.

The audition process was a long and painful process. Following the initial reading, Y/n had been called back four more times as the team narrowed down their choices. They did several scenes, particularly the ones with Robert since the character would be on screen with him the most. Each time Y/n read with Robert it was nerveracking, but she handled it well and really put her acting capabilities to the test. The man complimented her after every session to which she was grateful for. It boosted her confidence. Even if she didn’t get the role, Y/n was thankful for the experience and hoped to work with Robert in the future. 

After a grueling month-long process, Y/n received the call she’d been waiting for. From Kevin Feige himself. “We want you to be our Jordyn Stark.” It took everything in Y/n to hold back her screams of joy. Releasing them the second they ended the call. She nearly woke up the entire dorm hall, thankfully no cops were called. 

Mickey was over the moon when she told him the news. Jumping from his side of the booth to pull her up into a massive hug. Kissing all over her face, “Oh my God this is amazing!! You’re gonna be a superhero--I knew you could do it! Holy shit!” They looked like little kids in a candy store, bouncing up and down in a fit of excitement.

Proud of his girlfriend, Mickey dragged her to the nearest comic store. Purchasing a comic that featured her character and figurine. “Will you do me the honor,” he held up a sharpie, grinning at the look of joy on her face, “of signing this for me. I want to be the first person to have THE Jordyn Stark aka THE Iron Lady,” he winked, and finished, “aka THE Y/n L/n’s autograph.” 

Tears formed in her eyes. Both from the overwhelming amount of happiness and because of Mickey’s whole show. People passing by gave confused looks, unaware the girl was about to become the face of a whole generation. 

Iron Man’s release sparked a new era in Hollywood. Marvel Studios got the green light to begin plans for a whole phase of projects in the universe. Reception to Y/n’s performance of Jordyn Stark was well received. Fans and critics praised her, fellow actors committing she was the scene stealer. 

Rosario Dawson, a massive comic book fan, stated in an interview when asked if she saw Iron Man, “Are you kidding? I saw it three times in theaters--I was blown away! And the girl who played Tony’s daughter, I believe Y/n is her name, oh my gosh she was amazing,” the woman talked with her hands, “Every scene she was in had me either laughing, on the edge of my seat, or simply going ‘wow, this girl is talented’. She matched Robert’s energy on screen so you’d think they are a father-daughter duo in real life.” 

Samuel L. Jackson, who would go on to be Y/n’s co-star in future Marvel films and Hollywood projects, said, “Look I don’t say this lightly, but that girl is gonna go places. And to think this is her first big supporting role in a motion picture!” He smiled brightly, “what a talent.”

Y/n was full of excitement, not hesitating to sign her name on the dotted line for a multi-picture contract--but not before her agent and lawyer read over it. The success she garnered from Iron Man occurred rather quickly. In the following year Y/n found herself attending award shows for the first time. Winning Best Supporting Actress in an Action Movie, Best Scene Stealer, Best Duo with Robert Downey Jr. and Best Breakthrough Actress at the MTV Movie Awards. She also won her category for the Kids Choice and Teen Choice Awards. 

Before long her agent was blowing up her phone. Iron-Man 2, 3 and The Avengers were already accounted for and Y/n wanted to lengthy her filmography to prevent being typecast. Obviously she loved Superhero/Action movies, but she desired to be a versatile actress. Countless auditions, but Y/n soon became a staple name in the early 2010s with performances in Tron: Legacy, Black Swan, Insidious, Grown Ups, Contagion, teaming up again with RDJ and Jude Law in Sherlock Holmes. Then in 2012-2014 Y/n added Men In Black 3, The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Enemy, The Hunger Games: Mockinjay and Interstellar to her list. Working with amazing directors and popular franchises pushed her into international stardom. Plus making lifetime collaborations. 

Oh, and can’t forget being nominated for Best Supporting Actress at the Oscars and Golden Globes. Winning the latter and making Y/n one of Hollywood's most desired acts. Now whenever she appears in a project, the Golden Globe Winner precedes her name.

And Mickey was there every step of the way. He was living his dream of working in aviation, completing OTS and flight school to become a weapons-specialist officer in the Navy. The backseater to the pilot, but just as important. Y/n was beyond proud. Thinking of all those times Mickey randomly gave plane facts or begged her to go to the air show in high school. Anytime she traveled and saw a figurine of a plane he was missing from his collection she got it. Luckily the Navy kept him on the west coast. Making it easier to see each other during her days away from set. He loved his job. And Y/n loved him. 

Maintaining a relationship while in high-demand careers was no easy task. Especially when one’s a movie star and the other goes on classified missions for the government. Add on the fact they wanted to keep their private life a secret to prevent media scrutiny. Y/n worried in the beginning Mickey would view it negatively. Not posting about him on social media or bringing him to premiers and award shows. Like he was some dirty secret. But Mickey, the wonderful man he is, never was bothered. In fact he liked the idea. 

They talked consistently, sometimes everyday unless they were occupied with work. Y/n kept him updated on every audition. Sharing the excitement with him each role she landed and comforted by his voice when rejected. And while he didn’t go to the premieres, Mickey was at every opening weekend for her movies. Dragging his friends along each time. It’s no surprise he earned the callsign Fanboy for his endless passion for movies. Specifically the superhero ones. While drunk the first weekend in flight school he gave the entire lore of the current MCU projects. To anyone he would just be labeled a superfan. Unaware of the true reason behind his love for the MCU. 

The mid-to-late 2010s did not disappoint. Y/n’s contract for the MCU extended as Jordyn Stark became a prominent figure in the franchise. And with her strong chemistry and bonds, Y/n collaborated with several of her Marvel co-stars in projects outside of the MCU. Jeremy Renner in Arrival, working with Denis Villenueve again starring in his Enemy and Sicario. Brie Larson in Room, Tom Hiddleston in Crimson Peak. Both of whom, with Samuel L. Jackson, starred in Kong: Skull Island with Y/n. She worked with Tessa Tompson in Annihilation--who would go on to cite inspiration from Y/n’s performance in MIB when she joined the franchise in 2019. Then after working with him in Men in Black 3, Y/n teamed up alongside Josh Brolin in Sicario, Deadpool 2, and eventually parts 1 & 2 of Denis’ adaptation of Dune. 

“Oh she’s one of my favorite people to work with,” Josh said during the press tour for Endgame after the interviewer mentioned all the times the two collaborated. “I had first seen her in Freedom Writers back in 2007 and thought she was just spectacular. Then of course in Iron Man, what can I say,” he shrugged while beaming, “It’s because of her and Downey that we have the MCU in the first place. They really set it in motion and to capture that feeling of, ‘this is going to be something’ so early on is incredible.” Josh crossed his legs, grinning wide as he added, “I love working with Y/n, I’ll say yes to any project if she’s attached and I’m excited for this next thing we got going with Denis after this.”

Besides movies Y/n continued to land jobs on shows whenever she was back in L.A. Tanya, her agent with an iron fist, booked her guest appearances on The Good Place, Black Mirror, Hannible, and The Americans. Her gig on Daredevil stirred major discourse in the Marvel community. Especially after it was announced years later the MCU would be buying the rights to the Netflix Marvel productions. In 2017 she had a recurring role as part-time companion to the 12th Doctor on Doctor Who. Becoming a fan favorite, the actress was constantly asked by fans and reporters if she had plans to return for the upcoming 60th Anniversary special. Y/n enjoyed her time in England and met up with several friends. Christopher Nolen, in fact, had called her up with the offer of a role in his upcoming work, Tenet. 

How could she pass that up?

2019 from the start was going to be an interesting year for the actress. At the height of her career Y/n felt the train was non-stopping. Traveling around the world. Press tours and interviews. Finding time to decompress was a task in itself. In between projects Y/n visited Mickey at his base in Northern California. Just like old times they’d go to the movies together. Only in disguise to hide from fans and the paparazzi. Sometimes they’d see her movies--usually at Mickey’s request, but Y/n always felt weird watching herself on screen. She’d think after over fifteen years in the industry she’d be used to it, but nevertheless she’d tend to think, ‘I could’ve done that better,’ with every scene. 

By September of that year Y/n was gearing up for a major project with longtime friend and collaborator, Denis Villenueve. Endgame had taken over the globe, concluding 10 years of buildup between characters and storylines. Tears upon tears were shed at the premiere. Unsure of what Marvel had planned for Jordyn Stark, Y/n prepared for the next chapter in her career. On top of Endgame she’d been in Greta Gerwig’s Little Women and the rom-com, Isn’t It Romantic. She’d signed on for a three-picture deal with Deadpool, but now he was also going to join the MCU, so the future of her character was in question. Ryan, however, assured her she’d remain in the universe, already texting plans of potential dialogue and jokes. 

Then there were countless interviews and promos.

“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n!” her excited tone was directed to the camera, sitting criss crossed on a pastel purple fabric that lifted into the backdrop. “And I’m here with Buzzfeed to answer some questions sent in from Twitter and play with puppies.” She rubbed her hands together, “Bring them in!”

Dream come true if she were being honest. Surrounded by tiny four-legged creatures that caused her heart to sour. Answering the questions was actually the difficult part, pulling the slips of paper from the bowl and reading aloud, ‘What has been your favorite role to play?’

“This is probably obvious,” her laugh was light and genuine, “but it has to be the one, the only, the absolute icon herself, Miss. Jordyn M. Stark.” Y/n visibly awed as a beagle pup climbed into her lap. “Anyone who knew me growing up--.” she instantly thinks of Mickey, smile widening, “knows my love for superheroes and comics in general. I was always at the movies opening weekend, sometimes even opening night, to watch the newest release. Getting to play Jordyn Stark has been an absolute dream come true. Not only has it fulfilled a longtime aspiration of wanting to play a superhero, but it’s opened the door to so many opportunities,” she points out the obvious, “she put me on the map. It’s crazy to think it’s been over a decade since I brought Jordyn to life on the big screen and until Marvel lets me know what’s next for her, it’s a bittersweet end to an amazing chapter in my life.”

‘What’s been the most challenging part of your career?’

Y/n thinks for a moment, petting the husky pup biting her shoelaces, “I think having to migrate from what my life was like before booking Jordyn--which is ironic considering that’s what every actor's goal is. To get that big break that shoots them into stardom if you say…” her hands move to emphasize her point. “Going from a freshman in college working a part-time job at a hotel and getting tiny gigs on L.A productions,” she lifts her left hand up, then her right, “to the train never reaching its stop…it was a big shift. I definitely was the type of actor calling up co-stars with questions like, ‘is it always like this?’” she ends it with a chuckle, “I think I managed it well, but I still think about it from time to time.”

‘Favorite actor/actresses to work with?’

She doesn’t hesitate, “Downey of course, that’s my ride or die. His name on my phone is literally, ‘Work Father/Iron Dad’.” She laughs with the crew, “And Josh Brolin--love that man so much. I’ll actually be seeing him soon and I’m excited to catch up.” A pup barks for attention and Y/n lifts him in her arms, “I love working with Tessa Tompson. She and I got close on set during Avengers and I gave her advice on joining the Men In Black family. If there’s one actress I’d love to work with again it would be Viola Davis.” Y/n clutches a hand to her chest, “We had to do so many scenes over because I could not stop staring at her in awe and would miss my cue or forget my line. Ah! I was so embarrassed--but she was great about it and I freakin’ love her. I really really adore Keanu Reeves--in fact,” a wink is sent to the camera, “I might actually have some exciting news to share soon regarding a certain action franchise he’s in.” Seconds after the interview was released Twitter was buzzing. Excited about the potential of Y/n joining the John Wick series.

‘Is there another superhero, or possibly villain, you’d be interested in playing on the big screen?’

“Ooo I like this question,” Y/n grins, clapping a bit only to have the puppy in her lap playfully take a bite at her fingers. “As I mentioned I love comic books, so any chance to play a character in one I’m taking. If I had to choose….” she scratches her chin before smirking, “Poison Ivy is one of my favorites from DC--if I were to play her alongside Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn I think that would be so iconic. I’d love to play a villian/anti-hero in general,” she shrugs nonchalantly. “ The closest I got to playing one was Shock in Daredevil. Every other character in a superhero setting I’ve done has been heroes. There’s so many villains in X-Men I think are intriguing--Dark Phoenix, Fatale, and Copycat. But for sure Poison Ivy is my top choice.”

‘Do you have any advice on romance?’

The question fills Y/n with heat, giggling under her breath which the camera catches. “I don’t think I’m the best to answer this question, because when it comes to romance I just wing it--,” her hands raise in defense, “which had worked to my advantage.” The topic of relationships was rare for Y/n. No surprise there since she’s been known to keep her private life private her entire career. Not to mention she’d been with Mickey for half her life. “My partner on the other hand is very romantic. He loves to plan dates, surprise me with my favorite candy, and will send memes at the most random times of the day because they remind him of me. He’s not in the industry,” she is quick to point out, giving viewers a first time look of her personal life, “but he knows a lot and is my biggest supporter. I love him dearly.”

The video went viral on twitter and, as expected, people had a lot to comment on the clip of Y/n’s love life. 

@/Lokidarling: awed so many times watching @/SuperY/n talk about her partner. I hope to love someone like that one day.

@/TheDoctorsWife: So we can all agree Y/n L/n’s partner is the luckiest man on the planet. 

@/MTV: currently sobbing that our wife @/SuperY/n is off the market.

@/Slick_like_AgentK: @/SuperY/n heard the rumors about her and Sebastian Stan and said ‘NOT TODAY!’

 In the weeks leading to fall Y/n made plans to read Dune at Denis’ request. Had auditions lined up for Succession, Ghostbusters: Afterlife, and The School for Good & Evil. And desperately needed time with her fiance. The two recently engaged following their 30th birthday. 

Technically they were legally married under California’s common law. They’d been together since 16 and while no rings were on their fingers, they had assets. Including cars, apartments, and dogs. Still they wanted a wedding and proper marriage documents. Both agreed to sign each other's prenup. A scene almost comical when they approached both their lawyers, who along with their families and Y/n’s agent knew of their relationship. 

Admittedly, the engagement was a result of upcoming events. Ever since Mickey informed her of his orders to return to Top Gun for a classified mission Y/n had been stressed. Thoughts plagued her mind of the dangers Mickey could face. Not just the mission but the training itself. She’d heard of incidents of technical malfunctions in the air that led to someone’s death. The thought of Mickey hurt or worse, dead, in the line of duty was her worst nightmare. And since she was not his wife, medical professionals were required to not share any information of his status if he were admitted. 

So before he shipped out, they did what the typical military couple does on a time crunch: they went to the courthouse. 

Did Y/n’s publicist bribe and threaten to sue the official if TMZ got word? Only God bore witness to that interaction. 

By the grace of a higher spirit Mickey came home to her. They had little to no contact while he was off shore so the second he called her up saying he was back in Fightertown Y/n was packing a bag. Speeding down the next morning. 

Their time together was private, and unbeknownst to both it would be the last. In a sense that is. 

Because they pulled off the impossible, Mickey and the rest of the Dagger Squad were declared an official strike squad for the Pentagon, basing the team at Fightertown. A good thing for the couple. Now instead of a four-hour drive it was cut down to just over two hours. 

“How long will you be gone?” He brushed his fingers down the length of her arm, the two cuddled on the couch watching The Bachelorette. 

“A few months,” was her reply, nibbling on a twizzler. Sighing, she nuzzled against his touch, not wanting to think about the long flight to Budapest ahead of her. She’d planned to use that time to read Dune before her first day on set. “Maybe less if all goes well. How long will you be offshore?” Y/n referred to his pending mission with the Dagger Squad. She felt him shrug against her.

“I’d say no more than a couple weeks. Rooster is team leader and Mav’s supervisor. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

Tilting her head up to look at him, Y/n smiled, “I want to meet your friends. They sound like great people.”

“They are,” Mickey grinned, matching her gaze, “You’d love them--but I have to warn you they can be a handful. Especially Javy.” He laughed as the memory popped in his head, “It’s amazing we can get stuff done at times.”

Y/n thought for a moment, laying her head back on his shoulder, “Maybe when I get back we can talk about going public. What do you think?” her tone was nervous, butterflies in her stomach for his reaction. This was the first time in a while the idea of disclosing their relationship came up. And considering they were now legally married, keeping it secret was harder by the day.

Mickey tightened his hold around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. It made her instantly relax, “Whatever you want, mi amor.” He smiled at her sigh of relief, “You know I won’t object--so long as you’re sure about it.”

“I am,” she doesn’t hesitate, “we’ve kept it hidden for so long--which I’m amazed by with all the times we’ve gone out.” The fact her disguises worked made her laugh any time she thought about it. “Everyone at Marvel pretty much had their suspicions that I was in a serious relationship. Never said anything, which I’m grateful for. But I want to share you with the world,” leaning back up, Y/n cups his cheek, stroking his jaw followed by a sweet kiss to the lips, “because you are my world.”

If only there was a camera secretly concealed in Mickey’s apartment the day his closest friends discovered the secret he’d been harboring. It happened unexpectedly, completely taking them both off guard. 

Wanting to surprise Mickey after months away filming, Y/n arrived in San Diego with their favorite take out in hand and headed straight to his apartment. As she was taking the items from her car she noticed a man with a very large camera across the street. 

Pointing the lens straight at her.

“Fuck,” was the first word out of her mouth, beginning to grab things in a rush.

“Y/n! Y/n over here!” 

Preparing herself, Y/n put on a brave face and turned on her heel. “Hello!” she smiled and waved, seeing the pap had moved closer but still kept his distance. “All I ask is please don’t take photos of my license plate, if you don’t mind.” Running into paparazzi while driving her own car always brought fear. Many celebrities had unfortunately dealt with fans showing up to their homes due to their license plate being leaked. Y/n tried her best to prevent that whenever she could.

Thankfully the gentleman was nice, waving a hand in return. “No problem!” He continued snapping pictures as she walked, following behind several paces. When she got inside, without her usual disguise because she was in a rush, Y/n caught the stunned expression of the doorman and receptionist. ‘Cat’s out of the bag.’

Ruffling for her key once in the elevator, Y/n shot a quick text to her agent and publicist, ‘sooooo we might have a problem…although it's not the worst if we’re being real.’ Quickly putting her phone back in her bag to not see the incoming replies--to spare herself the stress--Y/n hurried to the apartment. Not even giving Mickey a warning before she busted inside only to shock herself with the discovery of people inside.

“Oh my,” she said aloud, hearing the sound of someone dropping their phone followed by several gasps and a ‘what the fuck?’.

Mickey, however, was jumping from his seat, “Baby!” he shouted in glee, rushing to encompass her in a massive bear hug. Completely oblivious to the fact his friend's jaw dropping reactions behind him. “When did you get it? Just now? I thought you were coming on Monday!” 

Wrapping her arms around him, Y/n remembers why she was there in the first place. “I wanted to surprise you,” lips meet her cheek. “I brought Sambino’s.”

Mickey moans like he just won the lottery, cupping her face, “You are a living angel. How did I get so lucky?” 

Smirking, Y/n hands him the bag as they untangle and replies, “You didn’t make fun of me for being the only girl in our third grade class who liked comics.” She scrunches her nose when he ‘boops’ it, followed by a quick kiss to the lips. 

By now the group taking up the entire living room had stood up, congregating in the kitchen. All wore matching expressions: flabbergasted, awe, and pure confusion. The man closest to Mickey who towered over everyone spoke first.

“Garcia,” Payback choked out a laugh, wrapping his head around the fact he just witnessed his partner kiss THE Y/n L/n. His hand waved in their direction, “When you said you and your highschool sweetheart preferred to keep a low profile…her being the actress you’re obsessed over was not at all what I had in mind.”

Jake scoffed, “speak for yourself, I thought he was bullshitting us about having a high-school sweetheart,” at Mickey’s look of offense he raised his hands in defense, “What? You hardly ever spoke of her and quite frankly--” hands wave around the place, “you have no pictures whatsoever.” 

“Oh I do,” The WSO winds an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, to which she leans into. “Just they’re in photo albums and kept in a safe place. Away from prying eyes.” A playful smack hits his chest, Y/n rolling her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Javy cuts in with a confused chuckle. “Are we just going to ignore the fact we’re in the presence of an A-list actress--who is dating our Fanboy.”

Bob gives a friendly smile, “that makes sense why he’s always talking about the MCU and seems to know the direction it’s going before we do.” The fellow WSO then adds after chucking, “it’s because you’re really a big fan of Y/n.”

Rooster belts out a laugh, “Yo that’s kinda ironic. Fanboy dating his celebrity crush he never shuts up about. I couldn’t have predicted that at all.”

“Dating is putting it lightly,” Y/n finally speaks up, face full of amusement. Placing a hand on Mickey’s chest, their attention instantly goes to the ring on her finger. 

“Well shit,” Jake whistles, causing Nat to nudge him with her elbow, though she matched his stunned expression.

“Damn, Garcia!” Javy goes to dab him up. Reuben does the same while saying, “Congrats man!” 

“I know we may look like we’re calm,” Natasha chuckles, catching Y/n’s attention which makes her become nervous. “But I think I can confidently say for all of us we're freaking out inside--at least I know I am.” the pilot blushes, stunned to be talking to one of her favorite actresses of all time. The previous night she literally sat down to watch How to Get Away With Murder. Particularly the season Y/n was a recurring character on. 

The squad knew Mickey grew up in the same town as Y/n after he mentioned the high school he attended in Orange County. It had been the first time they hung out at his apartment where they saw his entire collection--and pretty much shrine--dedicated to his favorite franchises. Following Jake’s comment of Mickey’s little ‘crush’, the WSO casually said, “Yeah, you can say that. We actually went to high school together.” This was then followed by Mickey whipping out his sophomore year book to show proof. Ever since the squad was envious and sometimes tried to ask questions but were brushed off.

But to discover the two were married? Now that was unexpected.

Once everyone departed after several hours of giving detailed accounts of their lives--plus mentioning to Mickey a Pap had spotted her and the likelihood of the internet discovering their relationship--,Y/n let out a heavy breath, unable to fight the grin off her face. Giggling when Mickey gave her a look of ‘What did you think?’ “That was fun--Ah!.” A squeal escaped her as he picked her up, spinning them in a circle.

“Been wanting to do that since you walked through the door,” he brought her into a passionate kiss, setting her down but keeping their chests pressed together.

“Why didn’t you?” she teased, kissing him again while combing her fingers through his short hair. A blush rose on his cheeks.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it.”

“I wouldn’t have minded,” she spoke with honesty, “but I understand. We were both surprised. I wasn’t expecting an audience--probably should’ve sent you a heads up.” Mickey shrugged, swaying them side to side.

“Honestly I’m glad you didn’t,” a light laugh escaped him, picturing his friends' faces once again. “If there was one way I was going to break the news to the squad that I'm married to the woman I keep dragging them to the movies to see, it would be like that.” 

Y/n broke into giggles, thinking to all those times Mickey sent her photos of him and his friends in the theater with captions like, ‘You already know what’s going down.’ ‘Jake and Javy are trying to bet who would pull you if they got the chance.’ ‘Wish you were here…so I could steal your sour patch kids.’ 

“Which, speaking of….” Mickey stepped back a bit, hands landing on her waist with eyes full of wonder and question. “How do you think we go from here? Now that the whole world is about to know about us?”

Y/n smiled brightly as she pictured the future. Moving her arms to wind around his neck, feeling her belly fill with warmth and happiness. 

“I think….it’s time we plan that wedding.” 

E! News reported that evening, “It looks like Bruce Wayne isn’t the only superhero who’s good at hiding information--tonight Golden Globe winning actress Y/n L/n has confirmed via Instagram her marriage to longtime partner, Naval Weapons Officer Lieutenant Mickey Garcia. Turns out the two have been in a relationship since they were teenagers--sixteen to be exact! They officially became a couple in 2005 as juniors in high school and have kept it hidden from the limelight. Wow! Talk about a well kept secret. 

“The news came following reports of Y/n spotted in San Diego several times outside of Garcia’s apartment complex. Photos then surfaced on Twitter of several occurrences where fans have speculated seeing the two in public. Cozying up at movie theaters, enjoying a weekend getaway to Hilton Head, and internet sleuths have even found an instagram account they believe is run by L/n strictly for close friends and family. Former classmates of the 30-year-old actress have come out saying they remember the two together like peas in a pod. We even have a photo someone shared of the young couple attending their high school prom. Y/n revealed in the summer of 2019 she’d been in a committed relationship, but has never given details until now.

“Y/n L/n first got her big break in Hollywood at eighteen years old when she was casted as heroine Jordyn Stark opposite Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man. After years of small supporting roles and starring in popular commercials, the now critically acclaimed actress has appeared in several blockbuster films including Black Swan, Interstellar, La La Land and most recently Greta Gerwig’s Little Women. Besides Marvel, Y/n has been part of multi-billion dollar franchises--Men In Black, The Twilight Saga and The Hunger Games just to name a few. Then in 2016 she won the Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actress for her portrayal as DEA Agent Molly Coleman in Denis Villenueve’s Sicario. Coming down from the high of Marvel Studios record breaking release of Avengers: Endgame, Y/n recently wrapped on the upcoming sci-fi production of Dune--her fourth collaboration with Denis and has an ensemble cast with names like Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Rebecca Fergason, and Josh Brolin.

“In her instagram post--featuring several photographs of the couple over the years starting from when they were children to the most recent of their courthouse ceremony--Y/n thanked Mickey for his continued love and support of her, remaining her quote “cheerleader and shoulder to cry on as I progressed through this wild journey of playing dress up on the big screen. You never lost faith in me. You stood by my side, first as my best friend, then as my boyfriend, and now as my life partner. I am forever grateful for you, Mickey Garcia. And while the Navy may have given you the name, It’s an honor to be your reason to fanboy.”

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[jennay]

I'm Not Scared, You are!

Request: hi!!! what about a cute cozy night in with noah? cuddles, movies, whispering sweet things to reader. just loving on her. maybe she’s had a hard week at work and he just wants to give her a night to relax. kinda vague but i think it could be a very cute idea!

Word Count: 1700ish

Noah Master List

Noah Sebastian x Reader

An: I hope this is what you were looking for 🤞🏻

You'd never been so happy to clock out of your shift. You feel your body drained by the endless hours and the constant pressure from the day. Your feet constantly ache from standing long hours, and your ears ring from the coded calls.

It was emotionally wearing you down. You wondered if you were cut out for this, telling people their loved ones wouldn't pull through or explaining situations no one truly understood.

You were a doctor, and people assumed you could play god as well...but you weren't god; you were just another person trying to give back to the world.

You shouldn't complain. You chose to be a trauma doctor. You went to school for this, you trained for this...this was on you.

Sometimes, when driving home late at night with blood on your shirt and exhaustion in your eyes, you wondered if it was worth it. Every day, you were sacrificing your happiness, health, and relationships.

You kept these things to yourself, scared that people would judge you. The last thing you wanted was for people to think you weren't grateful.

You miss having time for your loved ones, especially for Noah. You know he deserves more attention, affection, and quality time. You know he is patient with you and understands how things work, but it never stops you from worrying that he'll grow tired of waiting for you to come home or waiting for you to wake up from a nap. You knew it frustrated him that you could never say you had a day off. You had your scheduled days, but that didn't mean you wouldn't get called in or accidents didn't happen. Just because it was a Tuesday didn't mean people stopped getting sick or injured.

When you pull into the driveway of your home, take a moment to yourself. You try to take deep breaths and eliminate the day's worries. You know you can talk to Noah about anything, but you didn't feel right walking into the house and dumping everything on him.

Tonight was the first night you two would have together in a long time, and you hoped your day off tomorrow wouldn't lead to another disappointed sigh from Noah telling you it's OK that you have to go back to work because it wasn't. You wanted time with him. He deserved it, and so did you.

You gain the courage to get out of your car, and with slumped shoulders, you make your way to the front door, dragging your feet with every step.

You open the door, putting a smile on your face. You weren't going to be the reason this night was ruined. "I'm home!" You yell, hearing your voice echo against the walls.

The aroma of food fills your nostrils, and you suddenly feel a pang of hunger. "Wow, it smells delicious in here." You drop your bags near the counter and join Noah, who smiles as he serves your plates.

"It's just spaghetti, but I made it with extra love." He leans down, kissing your cheek. "And, I bought some wine. I don't know if it's good, but it's that one that you and Nick drank at the Christmas party."

You and Nick weren't allowed to drink together anymore. You annoyed the shit out of everyone, and at one point, the two of you were crying and laughing on the floor over Noah's reaction to losing at a board game you cheated on.

"Oh god," You laugh, "You want a repeat of that night?"

Noah sighs, putting the pot back on the stove. "No, but you were so happy that night, and I love hearing you laugh." His voice is tinged with sadness, and you feel a lump in your throat. "I'm not saying you don't laugh anymore, but you know…" He hands you a fork from the silverware drawer. He carries the two plates to the table. "I'll get the wine, go change into something cozy."

You nod, "OK." Walking down the long hallway, you feel guilt in your stomach. You felt like you were causing pain, to Noah. It wasn't intentional, of course, and you don't think he would ever directly tell you it's your fault, but the way he states things makes you feel like you're just not there, like he talked about you in the past.

You slip into some cozy pajamas, feeling the soft fabric against your skin. You run a brush through your hair and tie it in a bun; you wish you had time to shower, but you don't want to miss a moment with Noah.

When you return to the table, Noah is waiting for you with a warm smile. His eyes light up when he sees you. He loves you so much. You can tell by the way he looks at you. "Comfy?" He asks, his voice gentle and inviting. You nod, taking a seat at the round table. "So much better." You sip your wine, feeling the sharp sensation on your tongue and the heat in your throat. You wonder how you and Nick drank a whole bottle of this stuff.

"I hope it tastes good." He says, watching you take a bit, "You know I'm not the best cook in the world."

You smile at him, savoring the bite. "It's amazing, babe. I see you got fancy with the basil." You reach across the table, holding his hand and rubbing your thumb over his skin. "It's perfect. Thank you so much."

He beams at you, his eyes sparkling with love. "I have a plan. We still have tomorrow together, right?"

You nod, eating the food with more appetite than you expected. You can't recall if you had your lunch at work or if it's still rotting in the fridge. You'll have to toss it out when you go back. The thought of returning to work makes you feel anxious and depressed. "Babe?" He says softly, "Did you hear me?"

You snap out of your trance and look at him guiltily. You were too distracted by your work worries to pay attention to him. "No, sorry."

"Ah," He leans back in his chair, bringing his glass to his lips. You notice how much he drinks and wonder if he's getting frustrated with you.

"I'm sorry, love, my mind is still stuck on the hospital." You bite your lip. "One more time, please."

He smiles gently. "I was thinking maybe we could stay up a little later tonight, finish off this bottle, watch a movie, and do one of those fun face masks you love so much." His brown eyes twinkle with hope. "Or we can go to bed and get some rest." He adds quickly, trying to read your expression. "I know you had a hard day."

You slide your chair back, pick up your empty plates, and carry them to the sink. "That sounds amazing." You flash him a radiant smile before turning around to wash the dishes. "I missed you a lot today." You confess, your back still facing him. "I know things have been crazy lately, and I'm hoping they will hire some more staff and things will calm down, and I won't have to be away so much-" You stop when you feel his hands on your hips, drawing you close to him, nuzzling into your neck.

"It's OK." He soothes you, "Our jobs require us to be busy a lot."

You shiver as you feel his words vibrate against your neck. You turn off the water, dry your hands on your pajama pants, and spin around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You stand on your tiptoes, pulling him down into a passionate kiss, and he eagerly responds, showering your face and neck with kisses.

You feel your heart race from all of the stimulating touches, all the gentle love and kind words he whispers against your neck.

"How did I get so lucky?" You ask as you rest your head on his chest and hug his hips. You feel blissful right now.

He holds you momentarily, smiling when he feels your body melting into him. "C'mon," He pulls away, holding your hand and leading you to the living room. "Go ahead, choose your spot, snuggle up." He says with a snort, "I'll be right back."

You reach out to the throw blanket resting on the armrest of the couch and wrap it around yourself, feeling its softness and warmth.

You snuggle into the sofa, bringing your legs close to your chest. Noah returns with your glasses and a bottle of wine, placing them on the table before sitting beside you.

He lifts his arm, inviting you to snuggle into his side. You oblige, not wanting to waste any snuggling time.

Noah gently pulls your legs over his lap, repositioning the blanket to cover you both.

"Perfect!" He snatches the remote from the table and hands you the wine. "How about one of those horror movies you love?"

You look up at him with wide eyes, "Really!?" "Absolutely." He grins. "Anything for you."

You sit up eagerly, take the remote from him, and browse the horror section. Noah admires you with a smile. His brown eyes sparkle with happiness as he senses your excitement.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He caresses your face with his hand, making you blush; you were so focused on the screen that you didn't notice him gazing at you.

You press play on the screen, and The Shining starts playing.

"A classic." Noah chuckles as he pulls you closer to him.

"Oh good, you've seen it. I didn't want to pick something that would scare you too much." You tease.

Noah rolls his eyes playfully, "Excuse me. I'm not scared; you're the one scared. I can handle any ghost or demon with my karate skills."

You roll your eyes back, "Sure, tough guy."

"Before things get intense." He pauses, trying to suppress his laughter. "Is there anything we need to talk about?"

You frown with confusion. "No?"

He laughs and raises his hands in defense. "I'm just asking because you've had some wine, and I know you get random thoughts while watching movies and then we end up chatting through the whole thing and missing it."

You slap his chest lightly and scoff. "Oh, I'm so sorry that I enjoy talking to my boyfriend."

"You're forgiven." He jokes with you.

You shake your head, cuddling up to his chest, "Are you really going to karate chop the ghost?"

You feel his chest vibrate with laughter, "Are you scared?"

You nuzzle your face into his neck, whispering, "Sometimes."

He places his hand on your hip, squeezing, and kisses the top of your head, "Then sure, I'll kick the shit out of all the ghosts for you."

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[matamisin]

I am absolutely living for the Stardew art. I love that game so much and have over 600 hours of playtime in it. I did have a little bit of a request but feel free to ignore! Could you rate all of the potential spouses based on your personal interpretations?

Hiii!! Yes yes yes thank you for this ask- I planned to do quick portraits anyways! <3 <3

But let's start!!

[PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, reblogs welcome! >:3c)

Harvey: 10/10

Handsome yes yes

Very sweet and loyal like bro LETS GO that's all I need

Doctor?? AKA he fixes up love interest who regularly gets into trouble? Endless possibilities BRO this is my favorite trope to write/draw about

HOWEVER HARVEY DOESN'T ACCEPT ANY INSURANCE HE JUST CHARGES OUR ASSES bro I'm trying to have a tender moment of almost dying and him worrying and then BOOM hands me my bill like "see you at home honey ily"

Overall he would treat us right yes

Animals LOVE his ass but he's awkward with them LOL

He's often a tired man due the clinic but he'll pull through to do things with the farmer when they're dating (like outings)

In the beginning when farmer is frequently getting hurt in the mines and being brought in hurt, he buys them a walkie-talkie. He's said multiple times that he doesn't recommend going in those dangerous places but learns that farmer's determined to keep going so he'll do what he can to make sure they can relay when they need help

He'll chime in on the walkie when he sees farmer going towards the mines and has them check things off a mental list (hi, this is Harvery- going to the mines? Do you have your weapon? How about food? You have your first-aid kit on you too right?)

This man will be TENSE the whole day when he knows farmer is in the mines. He'll only ease up once he knows they're not in there anymore

Disclaimer: from here on most of what I write will be 100% from my head because I haven't married anyone else yet LMFAO

Sam: 10/10

I interpret him as the golden retriever type- very hyper and friendly

That just makes him 1000% more loveable

HE'D TREAT US RIGHT

Very good with kids cause of Vincent which is like YES

A little blunt sometimes but that's wassup

Doesn't eat the best (AKA I give him two pizzas every week. Hmm. So maybe that means I'M the problem lol)

Also doesn't really know a lot of cooking, but when he moves in farmer finds new-looking cookbooks tucked away in his spaces

I feel like he'd be the type to have a switch in attitude- he's v friendly UNTIL he has reason to distrust/not like someone and then he'll flip from bright to cold (especially if the person has bad intentions about somebody he cares about)

Doesn't realize farmer and him are dating he just thinks they’re hanging out a lot and just kissing as really good friends

When he does realize they’re dating he gets all flustered and red

Would let you win at Mario-Kart

Despite his goofiness, he knows how to be a gentleman. He's always keeping an eye on farmer and making sure they're okay. If they're out together, the moment the sun goes down his jacket is on farmer's shoulders. When it's raining and he wakes up late and sees that farmer has gone out of the house for the day, he'll get up quick and run around with an umbrella and a thermos of hot coffee until he finds farmer. He'll follow farmer around with the umbrella covering mostly farmer, so he gets pretty drenched.

Very vocal about his love

Shane: 10/10

Ah the chicken man himself

ALSO GREAT WITH KIDS but in a different light- he's way more protective about them whereas Sam is more the laid-back and playful parent-figure (he throws his children into the air)

Recovering from his alcoholism and the habits that came with it (messiness and cluttery) but he's trying his best aww

Will rub his stubble on your face when he comes in for a hug ouchie

Even though he is not a dad- he just comes with dad stuff (dad outfits, dad jokes, EVERYTHING)

His chickens are protective of him so you must prove yourself worthy

(In my headcanons, Joja is kinda twisted) Will start to distance himself from Joja after farmer tells him of how they're trying to hurt the Junimos. He may eventually quit to work elsewhere, even though he doesn’t really know what Junimos are but something about farmer telling him about them seems sincere

He's very cuddly after getting to know him and dating. His love language happens to be physical touch and every touch makes him fall harder

This also means he gets a little sad when it's summer and too hot to cuddle that farmer turns around in their sleep. He gets pouty in the morning after until he gets a kiss LMAO

He'll frequently realize how messy he leaves his spaces, and will clean up. He tries to upkeep the cleanliness and manages it for a few days before it starts to get messy again. Sometimes it lasts a while, but sometimes it just slips his mind due to bad habits

Farmer pops into mind every time he has an urge to drink, and he'll shake it off and go do something else for them. He's DETERMINED to be the best person he can be for farmer

Alex: 10/10

A little rough at first lol- his attitude is very icky in the beginning BUT he's cute 

Once you get through that exterior he practically does a 180- HE'S SO SWEET AND CARING and no longer uhhh icky

He would tackle things for you (can he help farmer out of the mines when they pass out in the game? If he does I'd like to think he just picks them up and BOOKS it for the exit knocking anything in his path down LMFAO)

Becomes pouty when he gets a little jealous

Again he's very sweet- he kisses Evelyn and George on the cheeks every morning before he leaves the house, he often thinks about his late mom and visits her grave with flowers from Pierre's and has a small picnic there

I feel he would be prone to dreams about his mom, waking up in a cold sweat and tears. After the 8-heart event he gets up and does something sweet like making a whole breakfast for Evelyn & George or giving Dusty some quality time with walks, playing, and a good treat

Will be extremely protective over farmer. Farmer gives him a heart attack every time they go to the mines or the skull cavern or even in the sewer like baby what are you doing WHY ARE YOU GOING INTO THE MANHOLE

The caves he can't follow farmer with because he knows he isn't trained to fight monsters like farmer is and might hold them back instead, but he'll wait outside or tell Harvey that farmer's in the mines instead

Doesn't come out with it but he needs a lot of reassurance due to abandonment issues. He gets a little clingy and touchy but a little shy. (reaching for farmer’s hand/just pinching onto a part of the farmer’s clothes and holding on)

Sebastian: 10/10

This one might be rough cause I've never really felt much for him IM SORRY

Once farmer asks him out he's very unsure how to proceed. He'll call them things like dude and bro *with love*

It's literally like pulling teeth for him to call farmer honey just cause he's never been the affectionate type till now hehehe he'll try to say it and then drop to his knees like OTL and curl up (He'll get it eventually tho- this is just like the first few months LMFAO)

He has frogs right? He'll show you his frogs 

Your void chickens will love this emo boy they just vibe y'know?

He shows his love through acts of service and gifts, finding out the things you love and bringing them to you

As awkward as he is, his true intentions are very evident when he starts to really try to reconnect with Robin and asking her for advice on most anything he hasn't much a clue about.

He wants to be able to properly feel like part of his family, because farmer tells him that he deserves to feel loved there too. He’ll have a difficult heart-to-heart with Robin, Demetrius, and Maru and over time the family dynamic starts to heal. Sebastian is eternally grateful for farmer and tells them about the relationship and they’re all overjoyed to have farmer as part of the family too

He WILL stop smoking if farmer ever raises concern for his well-being

He starts to come out of his shell more (in general) as he and farmer progress their relationship. He tries his best to be a great partner, and everyone can sense that his demeanor is a little bit brighter than before. He starts to not be as shy about PDA too

He has many hoodies for farmer to steal HOWEVER they're all the exact same pair HAHAHA

Elliott: 10/10

I may also struggle with Elliott for similar reasons

Handsome right off the bat bro

But you'll never be able to be the one with the great hair in the relationship cause man he dominates in that

I see him as a gentle lover- very old-school romantic

He writes farmer love poems and songs often HE WILL SERENADE FARMER EVEN THOUGH HE'S ALREADY MOVED IN

Has pictures of farmer EVERYWHERE like his desk, in his books and notebooks, and has one of those accordion picture holders in his wallet of farmer and himself (and their child(ren) when time comes) He shows them off to the other villagers at the Saloon even tho they literally know farmer LMAOO

Has a very comforting vibe to him- he knows how to coddle farmer after they take a visit to the clinic

He'd let farmer use his favorite pen, trusting that it would return to him

Romantic gestures are EVERYWHERE. Songs, poems, so many pretty flowers in farmer's hair. 

I think he'd be the best cook out of everyone. Farmer wants to go out on a fancy date out of the village?? S'NOT GOOD ENOUGH- Elliott will change the whole decor of the kitchen and spend hours cooking and preparing for farmer to come home and then he plays all the roles (waiter, bus person, lover, etc) through the entire meal. But if farmer really actually wants to go out he'll go with it

Bachelorettes will be done in part 2 soon!

[oh-saints]

fight

rúben dias x you

part of the dad!rúben collection

word count: 1.6k

tw: endometriosis, health issues while pregnant, intrusive paparazis, implied violence

note: hello i'm back from the dead bcs i've absolutely GONE FERAL AT THE THOUGHT OF THIS ashsjklkkjkl but as usual, i happen to write things at dawn so this is certainly not proof-read yet.

similar to any other parents, the moment you and rúben found out you're pregnant sent you both to the moon. for you, it was definitely topping your list of "best moment of my life" by far. and for rúben, it was up there somewhere with the feeling of winning the premier league and the feeling when you walked down the aisle, looking regal in white only for him.

but probably more meaningful for you and rúben because in all honesty, you've been trying to have a baby for almost 2 years now.

your earlier issue with endometriosis didn't allow you to naturally conceive as easy as other wives and girlfriends of rúben's teammates, or as any other healthy women in general. you were actually at the brink of giving up and were actively discussing adoption with your husband, who is nothing more than supportive at the decision, bless him.

rúben being himself, though, had a way of predicting the future. that's your simplified explanation but in professional jargons, one of the reason pep bought him from benefica; his ability to read the game.

your husband suggested for another honeymoon, during the time he was injured, before he'd get swamped with matches again and you'd be busy with the whole adoption procedure. it was a weekend gateway to st barths, a place you both have never been, but the beauty took your breath away. but even more for rúben because goddamn, that man could speak words without actually using words. he's more expressive when his body takes control of the whole speaking thing, and you've never felt so loved and grateful to have found the meaning of love in rúben dias.

and to be loved by him, surely didn't lie. the 2 lines of the test kit stared back at you like they were meant to be taken seriously, like it was supposed to tell you to get a grip of your life instead of gaping so wide at it your mouth could've sucked it in. rúben had to knock on the door to make sure you were alright and didn't slip on anything because you tend to be clumsy—he’d made a habit to check up on you whenever you’re in a bathroom for more than 15 minutes because of your reckless nature.

after endless failed test, you truthfully didn’t know what to do. this kind of result never came to you. so you just opened the door, in hope he’d know what to do—he always does, usually. only to be met by your husband’s concerned face because you didn’t slip on anything but went back outside with an aghast face.

“what’s wrong, coração?”

you handed him the test kit wordlessly, with shaky hands at it.

rúben looked down to see what it was because he’d never actually seen the test kit. you’d always hide in a bathroom and come out shaking your head, and you never let him buy them on his own. why would you—

“what—”

rúben looked up to you and you were already brimming in tears, a silent confirmation he needed. “we’re going to the doctor. now.”

at first, he did it because he wanted to confirm it himself, that the test kit wasn’t lying. but on the second thought, should you be truly pregnant, the purpose of the trip to the hospital was to make sure your pregnancy needs are met and you’ll have a safe and sound journey until you bring the product of rúben’s love for you to the world.

but of course, life being life didn’t give you everything smoothly as expected.

if you want it, earn it kind of life had been rúben’s way of life so when the doctor told you both that you’ll face some dangers throughout the 9-month journey, rúben gained another purpose in life outside football. to flash a fuck you to world, for they can’t let you and rúben have a peaceful moment in life.

rúben made sure to get home early so he’d cook you dinner during your bedrest period on the first trimester, shocking everyone in the etihad perimeter because he always is the first one to come and the last one to leave. he arranges catering for your lunch on top of it all so you don’t have to cook when he’s not home. he flies your mum and his to be there with you on the days he has a match to go to. he keeps a book to track all your craving and blood pressure, as well as a sketchbook for the baby journey “so we can take a look at it again when they’re grown up.”

you and rúben agreed not to let anyone know beside your immediate family the moment you stepped out of the fragile period, as a precaution, having the taste of public eyes first hand. the moment you announce it to the world, your safe space would and should be compromised.

thus, your baggy apparels whenever you come to rúben’s home matches. it wasn’t often, only once a month or only when the big matches are around the corner. the fanbases and fan accounts still talk about your fashion, with coats and cute jackets and everything, and thankfully none of them has noticed your changing preference from high-waist jeans and wool skirts.

but rúben scores a fantastic header and you see no reason not to jump from your seat. you know he’s been working so hard on set pieces and his headers, only now does it pay off. ivan has to remind you to sit down and not overdo yourself because “rúben will kill me if anything happens to you.”

however, the camera catches your celebration and in less than 5 minutes, your phone rings like the world’s ending. well in a way, it is.

everyone called netizens immediately shoots out their fire, on the speculation you might be pregnant. some congratulate you already, some believe your pregnancy is the reason rúben’s scoring and his gigantic performances as of late, some criticizes you, some questions your decision to come to the match like you’re not carrying rúben’s world. your head aches not long after scrolling down the internet that ivan had to submit rúben upstairs to your box instead of you coming down to the tunnel like usual.

your husband crouches in front of you as soon as he sees your deflated figure, eyes closed in resignation. that’s when he knows the intensity level has reached emergency status because he knows you well and he knows you’re strong enough for both of you to make it through a catastrophe—it’s the reason he’s adamant to marry you anyway—so the word fucking hell escaped his mouth before he even realised it himself.

they didn’t say anything as he shared you his tightest hug, the kind you love the most after a tiring day at work. had she said one word about killing those people behind the screen, he would’ve done so in a heartbeat. only when you pull away, indicating you’re now good to go home, does rúben let go of you and the issue at hand.

he tells you to head to the car first because he needs to pick up his bag from the locker room. but that decision would hunt him down for life, as he watched you being swarmed and surrounded by reporters on the parking lot, camera shoved up on your face and flashes and clicks blinded your vision that you steps on your own feet and fall down.

the idiots don’t stop harassing her, though.

rúben’s feet had never run faster than that moment. pep might be calling him a deceit for never being able to break sprint records. and thank god he was a footballer, a centre back at that, so pushing and shoving people out of his way is within his job description.

rúben lifts his wife from the ground, and the shattering sound of his heart don’t escape him as he notices you’re in the position to protect their child even when you’re in danger herself from the ambush. he brings this to you, he brings this to you and his child, and rage takes over at the thought they both shouldn’t have suffered this side of rúben’s professional life.

if these brainless fuckers are suing him for collateral damages on the cameras he throw to the asphalt, rúben’s so ready to hire a hitman on each and every head count.

rúben doesn’t see anything else than red and only when he’s done strapping the seatbelt on you, you bring him back to life like natasha romanov brings back hulk to serenity. you hold him by his face, staring him down like he’s not capable of bloodbath until his breaths return to normalcy.

“enough, my love.”

and all the sudden, there was the calm, collected rúben you married 3 years ago. the one who loves you when you brush the strands escaping his perfectly styled hair after the match, so you do it and he rests his head on your palm when you’re done tucking the strands back in and hands now tracing his unshaved stubbles.

even when you’d just been tackled down, you’re the one who saves him. he’s not wrong at all about you being the stronger one for the 3 of you, strong enough for the family you both are building. and with the thought you have to still play death with god later during labour, he can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

“te amo, meu amor,” he brings his head closer to yours to feel his world on his hands. “always and forever.”

[blainesebastian]

always

words: 2,537 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) Austin x reader breakup, but in a moment of weakness, reader calls Austin because she's going Through It and so used to talking to him.  warnings: heavy emotions associated with illness tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted

Sometimes you wonder if you and Austin made the right call—breaking up. You’d been dating five strong years before Austin landed the role of Elvis. You’re not saying that’s what completely explained your shared downfall, there were a lot of things, reasons, excuses, little details that built up over time. The two-year span in which Austin dedicated his craft, concentration and time to—that stressor was ultimately the icing on top, the breakdown of your communication and your relationship. Despite trying to keep everything together, it’s difficult to keep a house of cards from tumbling once it starts to fall.

You’re not about to deal out any blame, one of things you love about Austin is how dedicated he is, how hard he works for things he wants and deserves. The breakup was amicable, even though it was painful and difficult and felt like all these wrong choices wrapped up into one ugly word. But…separating seemed like the only option at the time—there were too many issues with communicating with one another, both of you seemed on the opposite sides of the spectrum in terms of what was needed. Austin couldn’t concentrate on anything that wasn’t Elvis preparation and you selfishly wanted more of him, his time and effort that was slipping right through your fingers.

It's not that you didn’t support him or that you don’t now, of course you do—Austin deserves every moment and glimmer of notoriety, admiration and recognition he’s getting for the film. But you have to admit that after so many years of being with someone, the loss speaks volumes, even after you remain friends. Birthdays, audition ups and downs, Thanksgivings and Christmases and trips together ‘just because’ when you could afford to do it. He’s been there for you through situations in which you never thought you could get through on your own—especially when your dad was getting treatment for cancer. Austin provided comfort and support that is difficult to put into words. He was there at the hospital when you needed a hand to squeeze and he was up late at night with you when sleep just wouldn’t visit—endless time on hold with doctors and constant worrying.

Austin somehow always knew what to say or somehow how to be there without words, pressing a kiss to your temple or wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

This is how you know that when some of the worst news hits you that the only person you can talk to about it is him—but it takes you a while to come to that conclusion, even though every gut reaction and heavy emotion tells you to text him.

It’s been about a half of a month since you last saw him, meeting him at a bar near your apartment for a drink. His soft blonde curls now a jet black that somehow bring out the sharpness in the blue of his eyes. But of course it works for him, naturally handsome in a handful of ways that aren’t very fair. You two had spent the night swapping stories about how it’s going on set for him and in the recording studio while you debate whether you want to take the lead in some sort of zombie movie. It’s going to be utterly terrible but Austin teases you that it’s right up your alley. Apocalyptic horror films that include zombies? Definitely made for you—how can you pass it up? He knows you well.

Mostly from then it’s been on and off texting, just checking in with one another but both of you are equally busy, diving into work and interviews and photoshoots and just…life, which is crazy enough without being a celebrity.

Neither of you have really moved on to dating anyone else…you thought for a moment that Austin’s one friend, Chelsea, who was always a bit too close to him when she was drunk would somehow swoop in on the chance but not as far as you can tell. Honestly you can’t get over the debate in the back of your mind on whether breaking up in the first place was even a good idea, so you’re not actively looking for someone. Austin’s probably just too busy to juggle a relationship and his role in Elvis.

Which…again, you find yourself kinda selfishly thanking the universe for that, because when you met for drinks, Austin was hinting that you’d be his automatic red-carpet date. And how can you hate the idea of that?

You’re still in love with him, deeply, something endless—you’re not sure that’ll ever change, nor do you want it to. You have a sixth sense that he still feels the same way too, in small moments that you share with one another, in phone calls or conversations that you exchange, in the way his hands linger on you a little longer than necessary when you hug goodbye or that look in the depth of his blue eyes when he brushes your hair behind your ear.

This is one of the many reasons that when earth-shattering news hits you, your kneejerk reaction is to reach out to him.

You attempt to talk yourself out of it a handful of times, trying to think about anyone else you could call. And of course there’s family, there’s other friends who would be there for you in a heartbeat…and yet, there’s this undeniable pull with Austin. Regardless of the time spent apart, you know that if you call him, he’ll know exactly what to say, do, that you somehow need that certainty of comfort from him alone.

And maybe, once again, that’s selfish but perhaps that’s not so wrong right now.

You settle on a comfy chair placed on your small balcony, looking out into the city lights. The air is slightly biting, the weather not the warmest but…you feel like you kinda need that, the chill against your skin makes you feel more awake. Alive. Closing your eyes for a moment after you press on Austin’s name, you wait as the line rings.

You don’t expect him to pick up if you’re being honest—you know how busy he is and there’s no rhyme or reason anymore for him to make you a priority. He doesn’t owe you anything. You’re not even sure if you want to leave a message; feels like some sort of sign from the universe if he doesn’t answer.

Except that he does.

“Hey stranger,” He says, voice warm and affectionate—it reaches deep into your chest and squeezes, hard. There’s soft sound in the background though you can’t quite tell where he is…not home, walking around outside maybe? There are faint hums of traffic, busyness.

“Hi,” You manage, practically rolling your eyes at yourself because that is just borderline pathetic. How are you supposed to talk about what’s bothering you if you can’t even get a greeting out.

There’s a pause on the other end of the phone because Austin can recognize off that alone that something is wrong, “What’s goin’ on Y/N? You okay?”

Shaking your head even though he can’t see, you curl your hair around your ear, “No, not really. I’m sorry to call you, I—” You swallow down a bout of emotion, “I didn’t want to talk to anyone else.”

Austin considers your words for a very long moment and then, instinctively, he says – “Is it your dad?”

The question is so simple and yet it’s enough to break you wide open, like a glass falling off a counter, shattering into pieces. You cover your mouth with your hand and just cry, empty every emotion you’ve been feeling since you got the news right into the receiver. There’s this guilt swirling in your belly that you’re doing this over the phone to Austin of all people, that you can’t find the words to talk instead of splintering

“I’ll be there soon, I’m on the other side of town.” Austin says quickly and you can tell without seeing him that he’s walking at a quicker pace. His voice is slightly clipped but you know him well enough to understand that he’s worried, frustrated that he’s not close enough within this moment.

“Austin,” You manage, shaking your head—you want to tell him that he doesn’t have to come. That despite breaking apart over the phone, this wasn’t your intention. You didn’t call him in hopes that he’d drop everything and come to your place.

“It’s okay,” He assures and his tone is different than before, comforting and assuring. “Try and take some deep breaths, alright? I hate hearin’ you cry—breakin’ my heart.” Austin teases and you can’t help a soft, wet laugh escaping. You do as he says, wiping your cheeks with your hand, the tear tracks on your face feeling like strands of ice along your skin as the wind blows on your balcony.

Allowing your eyes to close for a few moments, you take in a haggard breath that’s a lot easier once you try it a few times.

“There you go,” Austin coaxes, “I gotta get on the subway.”

You shake your head, sitting up a bit straighter in your seat, “You really don’t have to come—I—you know how much I appreciate that but I just called to talk.”

“Y/N,” You recognize that determination in his voice—he’s not backing down from this and you’re not about to change his mind. “I’ll be there soon.”

Nodding softly, you hold onto the sound of his voice even after the call ends, focusing on your breathing.

--

You move into the living room once you realize that you’re cold on the balcony, even with a blanket over you. There’s no reason to sit outside and shiver, especially if Austin is coming over anyways. You consider the possibility of wine, of how that’ll make you feel warmer and slightly distant with what you’re going through. But that’s a slippery slope.

Settling into the corner of the couch, you glance up as you hear a lock turn in your front door, the doorknob jostling as Austin comes in. It dawns on you that he clearly still has your apartment key…and you’re not sure why that settles somehow affectionately and painfully in your chest all at once.

You give him a onceover as he stands there, tall, black dyed hair curled in familiar swoops as he pulls the key from the lock and pockets it. His eyes scan the apartment until he finds you on the couch, gaze tender and empathetic as he closes the door behind him. He toes off the boots he always wears, discarding his sherpa jean jacket as well before moving to take a seat on the sturdy coffee table across from you.

He offers a small smile, reaching for one of your hands with his own. You glance down at the rings on his slender fingers, something easier to focus on than the ache behind your ribcage. So many words get stuck in your throat, like you’re trying to swallow molasses. This is a topic that you’ve had to have spoken to Austin at least a hundred times and now…you’re not even sure what to say.

Austin sits in the silence with you and it’s not uncomfortable, allowing you to take moments you need as he runs his thumb along your fingers.

“Thank you for coming,” You eventually whisper, looking up at him.

His face pinches just slightly before he nods, squeezing your hand— “Always,” Austin takes in a soft breath and within that moment you realize it’s difficult for him to speak too, to ask questions. Austin knows your father, has been through just as many pivotal moments in your family over the five years you were dating.

“Cancer come back?”

You swallow before nodding, drawing in a breath and trying to focus on the feeling of Austin’s fingers against your own. “Spread to his liver—they’re gonna try treatments but,” You shrug—cancer is still the equivalent of being in open water. There’s ideas and concepts and things to try but…you’re never quite sure what’s going to work, there are no guarantees.

“I dunno how I’m supposed to feel,” You admit, which probably sounds so…weird? There are too many emotions spiraling at once, vying for attention—then there’s a small dominate part that doesn’t want to feel anything at all.

“I think you just gotta take it one day at a time—like before.”

And that feels even worse, like before, the fact that this is happening all over again and— “I can’t,” You say quickly, feeling like the room is caving in. There’s a squirming sensation that slithers down your spine, nearly making you get up from the couch, but Austin’s hand grounds you in place.

“Yes you can,” Austin replies, firm but comforting.

Tears gather in your eyes as you look at your ex, your height the same for once because he’s sitting on the coffee table. You can’t believe he’s here—you never would have asked him to come but…it means the world that he is. It’s a moment of weakness on your part to reach out to him, to drag him into this when he doesn’t have to be. But you also know that this is the type of person Austin is, that it’s the type of relationship you had when you were together: supportive. Of course he’s here, because in turn you’d do the exact same thing for him.

“I’m not feeling very strong right now,” You admit, trying to smile it off like you’re not crying in front of him.

Austin shakes his head, reaching out with his other hand to thumb tears off your cheek, “Everythin’ I see says different.”

Your lower lip wobbles and it feels like your chest might split in two as you attempt to hold all your feelings inside, in check, but you manage to get the words out that feel the most relevant, “I love you.”

Austin laughs softly, emotion twinging his voice as well, “I love you too—that’s not gonna change, you know.” He waits until your gaze meets his, holding it for a few moments. “M’not goin’ anywhere, okay? Not gonna get rid of me even though we’re broken up. Who’s idea was that anyways?”

A soft, wet laugh leaves your lips and you sniffle, wiping one side of your face with the sleeve of your sweater. “Stupid, really.”

Austin hums, moving to get on the couch beside you. He opens up his arms, pulling the blanket back so you can lean against him—you greedily take that chance. Closing your eyes, you settle against him, your head fitting directly underneath his chin. Your nose and lips end up along his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, sandalwood and skin. He draws his arms against you, one massaging circles into your back as the other threads through your hair.

You’re not sure if everything is going to be okay, but being against Austin like this? Feeling the heat of his skin and the sensation of his chest moving as he breathes? You have hope that it might be.

--

I know it sEEMS like I keep writing hurt/comfort but ya’ll are asking for it? lskdjfks hopefully you enjoyed this :) thanks for reading!

[wordsinhaled]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @landwriter <3 thank you, gloam!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

14! (yes, only 14)

What's your total Ao3 word count?

14,842

What fandoms do you write for?

so far, it's been the sandman, good omens, and merlin - though i don't have any published (or finished...) merlin fics. i also just finished dead boy detectives, which may result in a bit of fic - we'll see!

Top five fics by kudos:

just pull on your hair, just pull on your pout - shameless excuse to make dream & hob make out in the cold like teenagers, inspired by the cure & a beautiful fanart of professor hob by @pomegranateruin!

eternity is in us now - dreamling proposal fic <3

if the walls were too thin, you would break right in - this was the first dreamling fic i wrote! :D

while the little moments dream - the one where dream offers hob godhood at the end of the world. soft <3

we are the cosmos fleeing the night - i think this was my second dreamling ficlet? dreamling FWB but make it still romantic

Do you respond to comments?

i'll be honest, i'm pretty bad about responding to comments - NOT because i don't appreciate them! i love each comment i receive dearly and they all mean the world to me. but being less generally flustered and knowing what to say in response to comments is something i'm working on. <3

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

maybe this one? all night or a hundred years is my take on the wine-sharing scene from season of mists. so you know, angst comes with the territory but that one hurts me particularly badly, so it probably fits the bill.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

it's DEFINITELY this one, which has no name and which i should probably crosspost to Ao3 at some point, but it's basically dreamling being sappy and getting married. that's it, that's the plot

Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully i never have!

Do you write smut?

i write... smut-adjacent? i don't think i've ever written like, a pure PWP before or anything i would say rates as explicit. it's just something i've never tried and feel kind of intimidated by tbh, though i'm sure it would be fine if i ever do get around to it! if anyone wants to cheerlead me through my first smut fic i am game, lmao (is there ghost detective smut on my horizon???? IS THERE??? listen. it's not an impossibility is all i'm saying)

Craziest crossover:

i am not sure i've actually written a crossover, but i just finished dead boy detectives and i have many crossover thoughts! oh, also sandman/the old guard, of course. though that's not so much crazy as reasonable, i think

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

i don't believe so, but i would be honored!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

never, but it sounds fun!

All time favourite ship?

well, i'm a multishipper, so this one's hard - i can list my OTPs per fandom... the sandman - dreamling, gaulcienne, hob/destruction (honestly hob/all the endless thanks to @softest-punk but i particularly love how you write hob/desire) doctor who - tenrose / doctor/rose & thoschei my beloveds (particular shoutout to twelve/missy, no one's doing it like them) bbc merlin - merthur, merwaine, mergwenthur dbda - obviously edwin/charles [and edwin&charles of course\ (whatever their ship name is I REFUSE TO CALL IT CHEDWIN... PLEASE... SAVE ME...). but i was absolutely also rooting for crystal/niko in addition to that...

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh my god i have so many. SO MANY. TOO MANY. i really want to finish the dreamling fealty fic one day because i literally have 2k+ words for it already sitting in my drafts, but i have no idea if i will. also it would be nice to finish ANY merlin WIP sometime this century. i am also debating if i want to start any dbda WIPs but they are... percolating still

What are your writing strengths?

i would say conveying atmosphere in a small number of words, if i had to say something!

What are your writing weaknesses?

FINISHING THINGS! god, and i'm terrible at turning fic ideas into actual writing. the ideas form faster than i can even write them down, but writing the ideas instead of having them play out cool music video-style in my head is SO HARD! also longfic is my kryptonite, i have no idea how authors do it!!!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i think it can work, but if it's in a language i understand i find myself focused on if the grammar is correct and such. russian usually... has not been (stevebucky fandom i'm looking at u)...

First fandom you wrote in?

harry potter ages and ages ago was my first fandom, but i don't recall if i ever had any actual proper finished fics that i posted anywhere, until sandman fandom. i wouldn't say i considered myself a "proper" fic writer until dreamling actually

Favourite fic you've written?

hard to say - i like them all for different reasons but i'm proud of the opposite of blindness !

tagging whoever wants to do it as i'm sure most of my mutuals have already done this! <3

[clochanamarc]

i'm gonna keep talking abt the 2012 vibes tho bc i want to and i think it might be a healing moment for us all, so feel free to contribute to this list!

first of all, the endless fics where the entire cast of ANY show/movie/universe were living under the same roof. like it didn't matter who it was, they all lived under the same roof and had breakfast together and saved the world while arguing over who ate the last of the chicken curry. it was a glorious era in which we gave no fucks at all about realistic content or logic, we just wanted the avengers and the cast of doctor who to somehow be living together in the avenger tower.

following this up with the delightful array of hc posts that can STILL be found where it's like, lists of the avengers' starbucks orders, or the cast of merlin's ideal breakfast, or how the characters in doctor who or supernatural or sherlock spend their days off, and they were so lovely to read bc it was simple and effective and displayed a perfect amount of understanding of the characters??

the shipping??? the SHIPPING. nobody gave two shites about what was reasonable nor canon, and the shipping landscape proved that. i remember reading this incredible fic of oneshots where maria and pepper got married and the next morning tony proposed to thor. it was SUBLIME and there was no angst, sb just wanted to write about thor and his designer cape and tony using the cape the next morning to wear while he made pancakes.

i wanna go back to the "living under the same roof" bc i remember reading SO MANY fics that described in exceptional detail the interiors and layouts of each of the individual floors (not rooms, FLOORS) of the tower that each of the avengers occupied, and they were always different but they always made sense, and lately i feel like there's this very incorrect belief that if something is different from another thing, one of those versions MUST be wrong, and like. no. i have five mugs that are very different but i love them each equally. idk when we started giving into this weird idea that "i know X says that tony likes black coffee, but i feel like he prefers macchiatos, and i worry that i might be wrong--" BESTIES IT'S FICTION WHY ARE WE DOING THIS TO OURSELVES

basically yeah that says it all

it's all fiction! like that's the point of it all, i feel like the reason it's so exhausting to watch movies from a franchise is because everyone immediately attacks it and says "oh it's terrible bc it doesn't follow THIS portrayal and lmao what a stupid line why did poe say "somehow palpatine returned" how stupid--" like, that isn't aimed at anyone here, but i see it in yt and insta and twitter and it's just like. it's so exhausting to LOVE a movie/series anymore, isn't it? since when did i start giving a feck about what some stranger in los angeles had to say about a movie that i actually really enjoyed?

i say that we should just start enjoying stuff again without the brutality of other opinions making us question our own tastes. i loved the eternals movie, so why does it matter what the straight white fanboys say? it doesn't! the eternals was an EXCELLENT movie! that wasn't what i wanted to end this post on but i feel it's important nevertheless.

[immacaria]

10 fandoms / 10 characters / 10 tags

Tagged by the lovely, wonderful @virgo-dream, and so sorry for taking so long to answer this. Really, really sorry, dear.

I'm not going to tag anyone because I think everyone already did this so, for those who hadn't, this is your sign to do it (and tag me to see it).

1. Leonard "Bones" McCoy (Start Trek)

My personality was based solely in this man for a long, long time. The sass, the "I don't care" caring type, his relationship with Kirk e Spock, the eyebrow lift. I love this man very dearly to this days and I'll never, ever stop saying so. I wanted to be a doctor for him, can you imagine?

2. Peter Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)

Something something older siblings doing what they can for their younger siblings. He is here not only because he was hot as fuck in these movies, but because he was a good brother or, at least, tried to be. I sympathised a lot with him and his way of being for a lot of reasons but mostly because I was always the one to care for my friends and sibling when we were young.

3. Hob Gadling (The Sandman)

I found Hob Gadling recently and while in a dark period of my life. It would be a lie to say that this stubborn, possibly-crazy and completely charming man didn't charm me the instant I saw him (And I'm not saying only bcuz of Ferdie, okay?). His endless hope in humanity, in the future, in the little things made me happy for being alive again, you know?? Of sitting back and just enjoying the simple fact that I'm breathing. That I can listen to music when I wish to. That my family is one call away from me. That I can go to college. That I have food in the fridge. It may not be much for many or something so common that people overlook it, but I'm here, I'm alive and I can see the world changing again and again and I just guess Hob made me realise that, you know? So yes, Hob goes in this list.

4. Jiang Cheng/Jiang Wanying (MDZS)

Angry Jiujiu who cared too much, got hurt again and again for that, lost literally EVERYONE but kept going. Did he do wrongs? Yes, a lot. Does he need to go therapy? Yes, a lot. Do I love him still? Yes, a lot. It's just that, whenever I see this man, the only thing I can think about is how precious he is, how much he cared for his whole family despite always being compared to others, always being called angry and undesirable by society (That hit a little bit too close to home, but okay) but still helping it, still out there doing his part. Everytime I think of him, I gain strength to go through whatever it is that I'm going through because "If Jiujiu could do it, I can too".

5. Shang Qinghua (SVSS)

Shang Qinghua is just a little guy, a crazy little guy who writes porn for a living and gets dragged in his own world without wanting to. He is very unassuming, very overlooked, but he is fucking crazy and he will kill a lot of people if they as much as look at his King wrong. This man literally wrote himself the man of his dreams and THEN he got him. THEY GOT TOGETHER. If that isn't every writer's dream I don't know what that is. But, mostly important, I support Shang Qinghua's right, but his wrongs are much more interesting.

6. Kiki (Kiki's Delivery Service)

I love that little witch, okay? She is a little sweetheart with so much love, hope and wonder for the world!! She works so hard!! She is so brave!! I love her, okay?? And her movie is beautiful too!! The strength of learning how to rest, how to let things flow is amazing. It would be a lie if I said I don't see myself a lot in her, you know? Specially regardings on the resting side lol. That one is not easy.

7. Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Top Gun)

He is crazy. He is unhinged. He is reckless. He is self-sacrificing. He loves with his whole heart (which means he grieves with his whole heart as well). When I first watched the movie, years ago, I promised myself that I would be like him (And Goose) as much as I could. That I would laugh freely, that I would be bold, that I would be as strong as that crazy little man who doesn't know when to stop and reaches for what he wants without fear.

8. Kaldur'ahm (Young Justice)

Do I need to say more? Do I? This mas was literally perfect. Good person, respectful, good leader, cared about his people, was hot as fuck. He was fucking amazing and would do anything to assure that his team would get out of their mission alive and as well as they could be, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

9. Mulan (Mulan)

Badass queen who made me who I am today. This woman wasn't afraid of anything. She was a badass who fought for what was right, fuck what people thought of her or of the way she was dressing. She would do what was right, no matter what. I love her for that (And Shang as well, I love Shang a lot. The couple that made me realise I was bisexual years later). Simply amazing.

10. Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano (HOO)

A queen. Never did nothing wrong, always has to put up with everyone's bullshit. Adopts a lot of little siblings, an amazing person. I love her and I had a MASSIVE crush on her when I was younger.

Honourable mentions (because they deserve it)

11. Porco Rosso (Porco Rosso)

I love that idiot, okay? He pretends not to care but he cares so much, he loves so much and he just wants to help. He is tired of the capitalism and everything, he just wants peace and to be left alone with his own things and plane. I love him a lot.

12. Merida (Merida)

I always saw her relationship with her mother a bit like mine with my mom. Merida just wants to be free, to do what she wishes to, be seen by what she is. She loves her little siblings, her mother and her father and even though she has no patience, she is never unkind to anyone. She is simply amazing.

13. Adam (Frankstein)

He was a monster (literally) but he was more human than many people out there. There was so much wonder in his being, he loved so much, cared so much and he just wanted to be cared and loved in return, but even his creator turned him down, even his creator recoiled from him and that made him suffer so much.

[miniwolfsbane]

I need to stay awake, so here's a list of things we should have gotten in The Sims 4's Growing together that would have improved it even more! (Also pleading in some spots. If they could just refresh it slightly, that would be boss.):

An easier (even customizable) compatibility system. (I loved the idea, but trying to get one of my sims to have mutual dislike with his future-son-in law is like trying to find chicken lips. I even changed his traits, but it didn't help. Unless my game was glitched, IDK. I haven't looked at that save file in months.)

Gender reveal parties (Because let's bring the chaos of those into sims. Fits perfectly!

New careers would've been fire. (Something similar to an OBGYN, if EA is so scared of scarring special snowflakes and supposed children playing this freaking game (GIVE US BURGLARS BACK YOU COWARDS!!), call it a baby doctor and give us real ultrasounds already. I mostly play on console, so mods aren't an option.

LESS infant milestones. (I understand that they were clearly going for realism and longform play, but I think I got my favorite (and only) mermaid twins to do nearly all of the applicable ones (with my game glitching slightly because it didn't register the first trip to the park) before turning them into toddlers. But if you have your sims on non-aging, it can get tedious. I had to cheat needs to do all that, keeping them awake constantly and they still got the tired moodlet as infants. They should have cut them back by 10 or 12 and not gone so hard on this. We love our realism as players, but sometimes enough is enough. Also the standing up milestone is broken on console. Ugh.)

This or HSY would have been the perfect EP to put driving lessons. Even if we don't have cars yet...well...was gonna say it wouldn't make sense, but it could have just been a rabbit hole to driver's ed or driving school. (Just writing those words gives me PTSD. I had a hard time of things.)

They could have really expanded on stuff for kids. The toy options are endless. Hula hoops, new teddy bears that are actually useable, dolls (knock off Barbie maybe?), new action figures for boys (and girls), more toddler specific toys, And we got bikes? BIKES?! I know 4 Rent was awful for bugs, but at least they gave us marbles and hopscotch. Better than nothing. Glad modders exist, but that doesn't help people who play exclusively on console because of disabilities or other reasons.

Maybe pregnancy specific clothes, I dunno. Seems pointless, but also sounds cute.

Bring back the dang pregnancy cravings (unless I imagined these?), and add in some mood swings. Teenagers get mood swings, but pregnant women don't? Yeah, nice going EA. *Sarcastic clap*

On that note, as long as it's from my head, we could have used some more realism, if just slightly. (Keep in mind I've never been preggers and haven't had anyone close to me be pregnant, just parent's friends or people older than me at the time. Edit and family members out-of-state many years ago.) Sore boob moodlets, milk pumps, swollen feet, real back aches and not just stretching, baby books (I miss those!!), maybe some stuff for the dads to be but I can't think of anything off had atm but books? Maybe some "I want to teach my kid about repair skills" want or moodlet when they hit the child stage, pacifiers (the CC ones are so cute!), teething if we didn't get it already I can't remember, teething toys, being able to put infants/toddlers on beds (mixed bag because in real life you shouldn't have babies in bed with you because it's dangerous. Saw a story about it.), more stuff for grandparents, plus the canes from TS3 and so on.

Okay, I might edit this later. Starting to feel tapped out for ideas

[loganlynn]

On this day in 2008 I was really struggling, still awake at the tail end of what would ultimately turn out to be my final bender, making another list of whether I should stick around or go.

I did that a lot back then, and the list for going was always so much longer than the list for staying — but that pesky small list had such important things on it. My brother. My mom. My dad. Our family. My songs. Some man who might love me someday. And perhaps most importantly at times, a sweet dog who just won’t understand where I’ve gone.

The months before that final list had been designed that way — as my last hoorah — because I had decided to go. But it was taking forever, as any of you who were around back then will remember. I had existed with cocaine and alcohol as my life’s centerpiece for 16 years by that point, and all hope had been lost a long time before that…but I was scared. And I wanted to live. But I was done with hurting.

For whatever reason, I survived the experiences that followed. I ultimately landed in the right hospital with the right team of doctors at the exact right time and, well, long story long, here I still am.

I was wasted and suffering for 16 years before that. SIXTEEN YEARS!!! Next month it will have been 16 years since I quit cocaine and alcohol all together and got my life back. Feels really special to have now been on the earth as myself for longer than I wasn’t.

I still make the list of whether to stay or go once a year around this time. It took a decade to even out and it stayed pretty even for years, but now it’s completely lopsided, and has been for some time. There are no more reasons to go and, when I look back, there never were. I am surrounded by endless reasons to stay and stay and stay and I always was.

So are you.

Stick around for incoming joy, bbs. Stick around for someday love. Stick around for doggos and TV shows you’ll miss the ending of. ❤️

[sinfulpetgirlrd]

So on top of.... Everything else I've been doing, I have my own og story I'm writing. Its an intro novel to the character I created for this writing prompt I did back in august. This one 👇

sooo... here's chapter one(also ty Mercus for always betaing my stuff)

Chapter One: The New Case

“What does it mean to be innocent? A dictionary would tell me that innocence is the lack of guilt, knowledge of wrongdoing, inexperience, and purity. But to me—and now to you—it means ignorance. Ignorance of what lies beneath the surface, of things we were never meant to know.... like the ‘thing’ living at 3008 Jackson Blvd. Innocence means blissfully unaware of this thing’s ominous influence. It means tossing and turning all night without medication, or being too anxious to leave the lights off when leaving home.... It means having to ask yourself if it is all in your head.... God, I wish it were all in my head... I miss innocence.”

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 Audio Blog entries (MP3 Journal files) recovered from an HP 5 Cpu, 3.6 Mhz, 40gb Hard Drive found plugged into a Hp 12 Cpu, 45 watts-PC recovered from unit#13 in the JR Plaza hotel in downtown East Garfield Park in- the words on the screen blurred, their edges blending together, as Detective Diane McDermott rubbed her tired eyes, feeling the strain of exhaustion weighing heavily upon her. 

She sat at her desk in the bustling police precinct, surrounded by a symphony of voices, ringing phones, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Her partner, James ‘Jim’ Porter, was perched on the edge of her cluttered desk, his eyes scanning a multitude of files, notes, maps, and post-it’s. His scruffy appearance—a combination of his messy, dirty blonde hair and the patchy facial hair that she was constantly trying to convince him to shave—gave him the appearance of an academic trying desperately to research and prepare for his doctoral thesis.

A thesis that was based on nothing tangible. The pair had a lot to sort through, a year's worth of shit at least, but all of their ‘evidence’ appeared to be nothing more than a series of coincidences and wild assumptions. Truthfully, the only thing keeping them tethered to this mystery were those cursed tapes... those haunting MP3 files that echoed the ravings of a deranged individual. Each one was filled with apocalyptic prophecies, convoluted conspiracy theories, and endless ranting about ancient, conspiratorial, demon-possessed little girls. They were nothing more than a jumbled mess of unverifiable, nonsensical rambles that would have fit right in with a crazed religious cultist group or the ravings of an internet troll. Completely useless.

Only reason they were bothering with the tapes was because they were all they had— well, besides the long, long list of missing persons. ‘Persons’, who included the creator of those tapes, one Lucas Tomlinson. A guy who, judging from his tapes, could have been experiencing some severe psychological problems or may have actually just been insane.... 

According to his wife, however, he was perfectly sane. An excellent family man who apparently worshiped the ground his young daughter walked on. Lucas had a perfectly ordinary life as far as anyone knew, working a regular job at a small accounting firm in the city, where he was loved and adored by his co-workers for his kind and considerate nature, as well as his sense of humor. He also volunteered his free time to his church’s day care, as well as helping his wife run the community garden located in their neighborhood. He had an infant daughter, Sarah, an incredible wife, a successful career, and was living the American Dream... Until he stayed at the JR Plaza Hotel, which sat across the street from 3008 Jackson Blvd. After that… after that, he was simply one more name on the long list of missing persons currently flooding the department.

‘That place has more bad luck than a black cat in a cage full of dogs.’ Diane rubbed her throbbing temple, feeling the pulsating ache reverberate through her fingertips. With a frustrated exhale, she all but slammed the overburdened laptop closed.. As it skidded and bounced across the cluttered desktop, she ran her fingers through her thick, dark hair, the strands tangling between her trembling digits. Seeking solace, she leaned back in her worn-out chair and fixated her weary gaze on the cracked ceiling above. Diane tried to shake off the suffocating feelings of discouragement that seemed to weigh her down with each passing moment. It had been nearly three long months of tireless researching, hours spent gathering and analyzing data, meticulously cross-referencing information, and painstakingly piecing together the puzzle of their new case - one that now loomed ominously over them. But in the end, the culmination of their efforts yielded nothing but a vast void of empty promises and crushing failure.

Sitting there, eyes shut and hands clasped behind her head, Jim’s calm voice broke through her somber thoughts, moments before he stood up and motioned towards the empty mug on her desk. “Break? Shitty dinner food, coffee and a smoke.... or three. I could go for that. What do you say, Dede?” His question was accompanied by the typical raised eyebrows and half smirk his thin face had offered her time and time again over the last two years. Diane met her partner’s deep brown eyes as a forced, tiny grin curled one corner of her mouth upward into a knowing, wry smile. Nodding in agreement, she reached her arms straight into the air and heard several satisfying pops, followed by a relaxing wave of relief rushing down her spine. The sensation pulled an inadvertent sigh of comfort from her lips as she rolled her head from one shoulder to the next. 

“Definitely, but skip the cigarette part. Those things will be the death of you,” she uttered, wistfully remembering the days when the stench of ash clung to the clothes of her now non-existent father, whose constant chain smoking eventually claimed his life far too early. Although Jim was like the big brother she never had and one of the few people Diane really enjoyed being around, watching him kill himself slowly was difficult, almost heart-wrenching, especially considering the horrors and suffering they encountered each and every day. Yet somehow he chose to keep going... kept up the ‘wall-of-defense’, pushing on in that brusque, no-nonsense manner that never seemed to falter. It was both inspiring and puzzling to the cynical woman.

Blinking twice at the rebuke, Jim waved her comment aside. “I’m almost 50, Dede. If they were going to kill me, they already would have. You might consider celebrating these things.” He gestured toward his own face, his features twisted into a wry smirk, then added, while reaching out to pick up her mug, “Now are you coming or not?” He waved the empty mug under her nose to emphasize his point.

Grumbling in mock annoyance, Diane snatched the cup from Jim’s meaty hand before looking over the mess that was her desk. Her green eyes lingered on the bulging folders, piles of papers, and various sticky notes that littered its surface. They contained all the information on Lucas Tomlinson, the JR Plaza, and 3008 Jackson Blvd., including every police report, witness statement, and crime scene photo she had been able to gather from the Chicago PD’s internal servers, the DMV, and a variety of public records offices. There was still so much more that needed to be done, so many leads and hunches that needed to be followed, but... she supposed it could all wait until tomorrow. It was well after midnight, after all, and even Jim - the seemingly unstoppable workaholic - needed to take a break. Nodding to herself, Diane took a deep, steadying breath before rising to her feet. “Yeah alright. But I drive, you pay,” she stated flatly, as she shoved the files into the top drawer of her desk, then locked it for safekeeping.

“Yes! I knew you’d see things my way,” Jim declared triumphantly as he turned and moved over to his own desk. Digging around in the bottom drawer, he pulled out his car keys, a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, and a worn black leather wallet. He haphazardly stuffed each into one of his many pockets before pulling his jacket on and tossing the keys to his partner. “Here, you can drive my baby,” he uttered, watching Diane’s eyes light up with delight and appreciation as she caught the keys.

Jim’s ‘baby’ was a 1980 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme he had been restoring for over three years. It was a hulking beast of a machine that stood out in a world full of SUVs and hybrids. Painted in a gorgeous glossy black that seemed to gleam in the sunlight and glow in the moonlight, the car was an absolute masterpiece to behold and was pretty much the envy of every cop in their precinct. It also ran like a dream, thanks to Jim’s meticulous care and attention to detail, and his refusal to cut any corners. This included its beautiful creamy leather seats that were undoubtedly the most comfortable seats Diane had ever been lucky enough to sink into. They cradled a person, hugging them, and making them want to fall asleep just sitting there. “God, it feels like cheating on my poor car sometimes...” she confessed, with an excited chuckle while pulling on her own black leather coat and hat. “I’ll let cap’ know we’re heading out for the night,”  she added as Jim simply nodded and gestured for her to hurry up. Shooing her away, the man walked through the rows of desks toward the lobby and elevators.

Watching him leave, Diane twirled the keys in her right hand as she looked at her desk once more and ran a hand through her short brown hair. That awful sense of defeat from earlier continued to weigh her down like an anchor, causing her to worry her bottom lip as her eyes took in all her hard work. If there was another answer lurking within the maze of facts and figures she couldn’t find it. Tilting her head in though, she quickly jotted down the hotels’ address on the back of an unused business card and tucked it into the inside pocket of her jacket. “At least you’ll have something to start with tomorrow, Di. Can’t expect to do much, when you’re running on fumes,” she hummed to herself as her feet carried her forward, eager for a warm beverage and a few hours away from work.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 219

The Hunter Games

Shhh, yes. I’m pushing the next Doctor Who episode back another day. It’s my nostalgia tour and I can do what I want. That said, I’ve been down a gaylor rabbit hole for the past few days and have a hard time separating myself from the endless dissections of her lyrics and *gestures frantically and widely* the everything going on, so it’s just supernatural today.

“The Hunter Games”

Plot Description: Desperate to find a cure for the Mark of Cain, Castiel comes up with a plan

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: doesn’t seem like anyone’s gonna die, except Crowley in his anxiety dreams

Crowley, if you won’t call Rowena Mommy, I will

She’s awful and I love her. She planted some kind of hex bag to CAUSE that nightmare?

Ah, I see we’re back to Dean’s anxiety dreams turned reality

Omg Claire’s still with them?? Really??? Like, she’s not in this episode (so far) but it sounds like it…or is Cas visiting her wherever she is now?

She’s so funny and unserious, she sent her eight year old son to a workhouse after abandoning him and her defense is that she won’t apologize for being a career woman. Honestly, she’s like if 1959 Maleficent ever tried seeming just a tad softer

Yeah. Castiel, you’re done coming up with plans. If that’s who I think it is (Metatron) under that sack…BABE. PLEASE.

I hate being right all the time

They brought him to their dungeonnnnnn. Feels like this won’t work out the way they plan

I HATE Metatron but his enjoyment piecing together what’s happening to Dean is in itself enjoyable

Omg, Dean’s slow, dramatic walk into the dungeon after Sam tells Metatron that he doesn’t care what happens to him because he killed his brother. HOOOOOOOO BOYYYY

Ok, she’s not in the bunker. Castiel somehow rented some kind of hotel room for her. Poor Claire. She really is down on her luck and heartbroken

I don’t like how they need the First Blade to cure Dean

Rowena and Crowley are so fucking salty to each other. It’s delightful. Now, what are you going to do with a scrap of Crowley’s tie??

I don’t trust THESE TWO CLAIRE’S HANGING OUT WITH NOWWWWW. And it looks like I’m right not to

What IS Rowena’s aim?? Like, obviously something to do with getting rid of her son once and for all but for what purpose?

Castiel…I don’t think “ask Crowley to go get the First Blade” is the kind of plan that should be criticized by the guy whose plan was “get Metatron out of heaven’s prison”

OR THE GUY WHO THINKS “DEAN SHOULD REACH OUT TO CLAIRE” IS REASONABLE. Cas, babes, I love you but like…what?

And yet I can’t stay mad because “I’ll text you her number. I like texting…emoticons…” he’s so precious

DOES ROWENA WANT TO RULE HELL HERSELF?? I’d love that for her

The actress playing Rowena? Good. Rowena as an actress? Completely unconvincing. AND YET CROWLEY SEEMS TO BE FALLING FOR IT. SEEMS because I’m not fully convinced he is

Dean threatening Metatron should not be this hottttt

ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? THE FIRST THING HE NAMES IN HIS LIST OF REASONS TO BE PISSED OFF AT METATRON WAS STEALING CAS’S GRACE?!?!?! Sure, it was also the first chronologically, but…..COME ON

Cas just subtly taking care of Sam. Just resting his hand on Sam’s shoulder and telling him it’s late. It’s cute. It’s nice

I hate the setback that getting the First Blade was a waste of time for now.

Does “the river ends at the source” mean that Cain has to do something? Does he have to actually die for Dean to get rid of it? Does he need to kill Cain with the First Blade?

Omg the dude Claire’s hanging out with looks familiar not because I’ve seen him somewhere else…I’ve already seen him ON THIS SHOW, PLAYING A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CHARACTER

I hate that that one severely messed up human did not want to talk to the other severely messed up human…imagine

[sunmmon8689]

FOR WHOM DO WE LIVE?

🎄There are many different answers to the question, “For whom do you live?” Most of them are somewhat noble. Parents live for their children, doctors live for their patients, teachers live for their students, officials live for the people and so on. However, some answers are shallow such as “I live for you” which is often of young couples. But all of these answers are considered somewhat noble because there is a purpose for them to live, even it is very small.

🎄We have listed many things that people believe they live for. However, no matter how ideal it is, there is always “him/her” in each person’s way of life.

🎄Parents say that they live for their children, but the truth is that they live for themselves, too. The children are their love but also their refuse at old age. So still “because of themselves” in their love for their children.

🎄So is the affection of husband and wife. Husband and wife love each other because they see that the other person loves him/her and can make him/her happy. If one cannot bring happiness to the other, he/she cannot become the purpose of the other’s life. Wordly sentiment always has such reciprocity. Humans’ ego is hidden behind their love and hard to be recognized.

🎄We see, what ones live for, whether noble or lowly, is secretly controlled by their self. But it’s better to live for someone/something than to live emotionlessly without ideals or purpose.

🎄For ones who don’t commit suicide because of losing a bet on a football match, what should we advise them?

🎄Tell them:

- Be alive to bet again, but not on the soccer ball but on the law of Karma. The soccer ball rolls back and forth from one person to another, and it was merciless and temporary. There is a ball of sin and blessing that kicked by human conscience, hence it needs our care. Sometimes it rolls into the sin zone, and sometimes the blessing zone. You should be the player who keeps the ball from moving into the dark, preventing life from falling into sin. This ball is your conscience and life, let kick it.

- But now I run out of money.

- So, be a poor worker, accepting to start again from nothing like so many other people who start with their empty hands. However, they have a big heart and conscience and are willing to bear hardships to build their career. Keeping living and kicking the ball of sin and blessing. Try to prevent the ball of your life from rolling into the dark. It is better than many other balls.

People have many reasons to commit suicide, but if we give them new love or hope or ideals, we can save them.

🎄People have many reasons to commit suidcide, but if we give them new love or hope or ideals, we can save them.

🎄We only fear that someone will answer, “ I live for myself” because it is cruel. Those who advocate living because of themselves are destroying the world. Why? Because each person owes a huge number of favors. Parents raise them, teachers educate them, the country keeps them safe, and the planet protects them. So if we say we live only for ourselves, we are indeed cruel and ungrateful people.

🎄But how to not live for ourselves? Maybe so far we haven’t much benefited the world, the country, or the people, but first, we have to determine not to live for ourselves. This is our vow for our current life and countless lives later.

🎄Those who have this thought at an early age can certainly do many great things in life.

🎄Everything that comes to us is an opportunity. When we have money, when someone gives us a ride, or when someone gives us power, and so on, are opportunities. And our current life is also a big chance for our way of living for countless lives later.

🎄Choosing it doesn’t mean we can live its way right away; however, we will decide to pick a noble life so that it will nurture our soul and lead us in our endless cycle of reincarnation.

Collected.

#moralityconsulting

#improvemorality

#healthy

#lifestylemorality

#healthy

#moralityineverydaylife

#lifestylesconsulting

#consulting

[darlingpumpkin]

Strange Magic Chapter 1: A Working Theory

Here's Chapter 1! I hope you like it. Feel free to leave a comment. I'd love to hear from you! Words: ~2k Warnings: None. Just a nice, slow burn.

Intro: Reader is Wong’s assistant librarian with a long-standing crush on the doctor. Stephen is currently Sorcerer Supreme.

There’s nothing that made you feel more human than spending time with someone who was far from ordinary. You enjoyed watching him in his element— not that you didn’t have your own hobbies. You could say he was one of them, based off of how much you enjoyed being around him.

Strange is the perfect way to describe him. His choice of facial hair, his quips, his ability to guess any classic rock song and its date of release, his endless sarcasm, they were all Strange. You heard he was a doctor before he was Sorcerer Supreme, that he’d had a terrible accident and that the main reason he was here at Kamar-Taj was to fix his hands and get back to his pristine surgical career.

The Ancient One expressed a special interest in him, and while you kept your head down and stuck to your duties outside of training, you couldn’t help but watch him from afar too. He was special, even though he couldn’t conjure up a simple portal during his first week of training. This meant that he was stubborn and wanted to control everything. It was bad for training, but in your book, that was a very, very good thing. Acknowledging this made you blush every time you came across him. Of course, he was busy, eager to get back to his old life. All he wanted to do was train, read, train, and read. Your main duty was to assist Wong with whatever he needed. Small errands, alphabetizing books and you took watch over the library when he snuck off to nap. You spent a good amount of time reading, and over time, he learned to trust you and asked for your assistance specifically. It was flattering, and you didn’t mind it. It was easy work, and it beat having to scrub toilets or sweep the training grounds.

Also, being at the library gave you easy access to watch Stephen Strange. You liked the way his brows furrowed when he was in deep thought. You especially liked watching him reach up for books because it gave you full access to view his firm arms. He was taught and lanky, but most importantly, he was intelligent.

You brought him tea one time when you noticed him dozing off. He had looked up at you with a smile of gratitude and gave you a quick touch on the arm as thanks. You smiled back, but this was the extent of your interactions. He didn’t know your name, but that was okay. You were happy just to be around him. You didn’t let your feelings for him show. It was a silly little crush, and a bad break-up was the reason you ended up here in the first place. You weren’t going to let feelings interfere with your training. Being here was safe, and it gave you a sense of purpose.

In the present day, Strange spends most of his time at the New York Sanctum, which oddly enough was convenient for the Avengers. Something was always going wrong in that city, and Strange begrudgingly helped them. Maybe he felt responsible, but you couldn’t help but think that he liked to show off a little bit. He’s cocky. He has every right to be.

Wong spends a lot of time in the New York Sanctum now as well. He’s been keeping a close eye on Strange to try and prevent any trouble resulting from his usual antics. This left you in charge of Kamar-Taj’s library. To your delight, today was a slow day. Almost everyone was out on some sort of mission or retreat, and only a handful of people came in to borrow books. You used this time to go in the back and put back the stack of books Wong had accumulated for his own reading.

You made a thorough list in case he wasn’t done with some of them, but you didn’t like having them just strewn over his desk.

“Hi.”

You squeak in surprise. Strange had portaled behind you quietly, and you were chuffed. You can feel the blood thumping in your ears.

“Hello, doctor.” You say. “Can I help you?”

He laughs at your red cheeks. “I”m sorry I surprised you. I snuck around here a lot for easy access, and I guess old habits die hard.”

“That’s…okay. I wasn’t expecting anyone today,” you respond calmly this time.

“Do you mind if I hide out here for a bit? Wong has been getting on my nerves, nagging me about the state of New York’s library.” He sighs.

Without waiting for an answer, he pulls up Wong’s chair and plops himself on it.

So much for a quiet day, you think. You hadn’t seen him in months, and honestly, it’s been a relief. You’ve had such strong feelings for him for so long that having them unrequited made you loathe him, just a little bit. Now you were determined to not let him take up any space in your brain.

You pretend he’s not there, despite that proving to be a difficult task with his incessant sighing. For some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching you. You glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, Strange was observing you intently.

Just put the books back. Get things organized, and you can go back to your quarters in no time.

“Hey, uh…” he trails off. “You.”

After all this time, he still hasn’t asked you your name. However brilliant he is at the mystic arts, it seems like his people skills are severely lacking.

“Yes, doctor?”

“Why don’t you come with me to the New York Sanctum?”

You expected him to ask you to bring him a cup of tea or fetch a book for him. This request definitely was from out of nowhere.

“I don’t understand. My assignments are here. Why did you want me to relocate?”

Strange stands up and walks over to the front of Wong’s creaky desk. He drags his palms across the front of his robe like he’s wiping sweat off of them. He looks nervous, and you couldn’t exactly understand why.

THE Sorcerer Supreme, nervous about asking you for a favor?

“I have this working theory. You’re one of the only people Wong has taken a liking to, and he seems to be in a much more pleasant mood when you’re around.” He walks over to you and awkwardly places a hand on your shoulder.

You flinch at his touch, surprised at his boldness, but he doesn’t retract his hand.

He’s an arm’s length away from you, the closest you’ve ever been to him since he was a mere trainee. His touch feels electric, and your shoulder burns like his fingers were made of hot iron. Your pulse rises so quickly, you hear the blood thumping in your ears like you were standing next to a drum chorus.

“I have a strong inkling that he might have feelings for you. Literally, the only time I see the whites of his eyes is when he’s talking to you.”

“Wh-what?” You stutter.

“You know,” he gestures vaguely to his face. “Because he has small eyes.”

Okay, that was borderline offensive, but you let it slide. Wait— does that mean Strange has been paying more attention to you than you initially thought? Maybe. Perhaps not. Most likely, he just thought about you in reference to Wong.

And speaking of Wong, the thought of him possibly having feelings for you has never even crossed your mind. Sure, Wong was a little grumpier than the average person, but he was guarding centuries’ worth of mystic knowledge. His job was no easy feat.

He did seem nicer to you, though, but you credited that to your exemplary work. He always grumbled in appreciation at the end of the day when he sees that the shelves have been dusted and all the books were put back where they were meant to go.

But he does bring you coffee even though he doesn’t drink it himself. Lends you an extra robe during cooler nights. Laughs at your jokes even though they’re not that funny…

Shaking your head, you swat away Strange’s hand. “You’re talking nonsense.”

“I’m sure I’m not, but like I said, it’s a working theory,” he responds, touching his chin.

“Regardless of whether or not you believe me, I’d like for you to come with me.” “Is that why you came here? To coerce me to move so Wong would ease up on you?”

He shakes his head. “It’s not premeditated. The idea just struck me when I saw how magnificent you are at your job. A glowing librarian. Really top-notch.”

His attempt at trying to compliment you makes you laugh, but you catch yourself and clear your throat. You needed to be serious. No more finding Strange charming.

You remind yourself that he’s just trying to benefit himself. Typical self-serving, painfully handsome Stephen Strange.

He steps back, and a smile teases at the corners of his mouth. “What do you say?”

You smile back at him. “No.”

He grimaces. “Come on. I can’t seduce you with New York’s charm?”

You make a face of disgust. That’s not the kind of seducing you want from him.

“Rats and garbage lining the streets? Grumpy civilians? I don’t think so, doctor.”

Normally, you wouldn’t be speaking to him this way. He was your Supreme. His position warranted him respect, but you weren’t some pawn to be picked up and put down wherever he liked.

“Look, I can be nice and civil about this and meet you halfway, or I could play the boss card, and we can both be on our way, but I don’t want you to completely dislike me.” Strange says, pacing impatiently. “God knows I don’t need another person sneering at me when I walk into a room.”

“Tell me this, doctor,” you pick up a book from a nearby cart and wipe the dust off of it with your palm, “…how long were you in training here before you took over New York?”

“Why is this relevant?” He asks, annoyed.

“How many times have you been in this library? How many books have I handed over to you?” You put the book down on Wong’s desk.

“You’re losing me here.”

“How many times have we been in this enclosed space together?”

“Would you please just get on with it?” You can hear the irritation build in his voice, his cerulean blue eyes piercing through you.

“Tell me my name.” You whisper.

Strange looks taken aback. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but closes it again, realizing he had nothing. You cross your arms and pretend to wait for an answer.

Check and mate. You had finally spoken your mind, and you glow in his uncomfortable silence. Stephen Strange was rarely at a loss for words. You’ve managed the impossible, and while this should feel like a win, you realize how small you really are in his world.

All this time, you’ve been watching him from the sidelines with great admiration, he’s never thought of you once. Why would he? You’re not incredibly remarkable like him. You’re no outstanding beauty.

Now he wants you around him, but it was for all the wrong reasons.

It’s so unfair, you think. Without knowing it, he’s making you act like a petulant child, and you loathed him even more for it.

You conjure up a portal to your quarters. You didn’t want to be here anymore. You’ll come back to finish up the day once Strange takes the hint and leaves. You make haste and close it as soon as you step in.

A few seconds later, a portal appears by your bed, and Strange steps out of it.

You groan internally. What a stubborn dick.

No problem. You can just make another exit out of here. Somewhere far away.

As you raise your arm to form another portal, he grabs your wrist.

“Wait,” he breathes, “I’ve come to bargain.”

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While the Doctor/Rose tag on ao3 has a slow but steady stream of content coming out every day, I can’t help but feel that one day it’s going to eventually dry up. However I’ve come up with a solution.

Announcing the Doctorrose Fic Marathon

This fanfiction writing marathon will be set from September First (1st) to the Thirtieth (30th). The goal is to simply write as much fanfiction as you can in that month. Anyone can participate. Even if you haven’t written doctorrose fanfiction before. And you don’t even have to participate every day. There are only four (4) rules.

If you’re going to connect the stories, connect them via series instead of a single book

There is no set length. Write however long or short a fic you want.

Use the tag Doctorrose Fic Marathon on Archive of Our Own

And have fun!!

There is also a set of prompts you can follow if you’d rather have them as well. One for each day. Remember you don’t have to follow them if you don’t want to, and you don’t even have to do them in order. Or even combine them if that inspires you! The whole point of this is just to write.

Prompt 1: Alternate Meetings

It’s simple. Write another way the Doctor and Rose could’ve met. This is one of our less vague prompts. So if you feel like it’ll stifle your creativity? Go ahead and pick something else from the list.

Prompt 2: Holding Hands

If there’s anything the Doctor and Rose know how to do, it’s hold hands. Whether it’s while running, for comfort, or just because. Run wild with your imagination.

Prompt 3: First Kisses

Kisses! The Doctor and Rose have had several, but were they the first? That’s for you to write and for us to find out.

Prompt 4: Mutual Pining

The Doctor and Rose are known for being two idiots in love pining over each other. Give us a moment we haven’t seen before.

Prompt 5: Domestics

Nine famously said “I don’t do domestic.” Well we all know that’s a lie. Whether it be holding a friend’s baby, shopping, or changing sheets. Write a view into the Doctor and Rose’s domestic life

Prompt 6: Cuddling

Soft, sweet, classic. Everyone loves a good cuddle fic.

Prompt 7: Hurt/Comfort

It’s a classic theme for a reason. Go ham! Hurt us with your best shot. Make us fall apart. Then put us back together again.

Prompt 8: One Bed

The classic “only one bed” trope is so well known that it’s reached into popular consciousness. What better way to make the Doctor and Rose confront their feelings than bed sharing?

Prompt 9: Time Loop

It’s surprising that the only time loop story in Doctor Who is Heaven Sent. Time loops are a great way to tell a story for a character with regrets. And the Doctor and Rose have plenty.

Prompt 10: Jailbreak

There is a famous trope in Doctor Who fanfiction that I have noticed. The Doctor and Rose always mention the tens of times they got thrown in a jail cell. Let’s actually see it!

Prompt 11: Chase Sequence

The Third Doctor is known for his long vehicle chase sequences. Whether it be boats, cars, or motorcycles. I find it hard to believe the Doctor’s habits for a good chase sequence went away.

Prompt 12: Truth Serum

Truth Serum is one of those tropes that will never really go away, and has been apart of almost every fandom with even a modicum of fantasy or sci-if in it

Prompt 13: Declaration(s) of Love

The Doctor not telling Rose he loved her for the audience to hear is one of the most painful things in Doctor Who. Write a declaration of love, from the Doctor or Rose, (both works too) and get some closure.

Prompt 14: Meddling TARDIS

It’s so clear, given how much the TARDIS likes Rose (as proven by the books), that the TARDIS wants Rose and the Doctor to be together. And she is alive after all.

Prompt 15: Jealousy

Rose and the Doctor have both been jealous multiple times in the story and it never gets old. And the possibilities for angst are endless

Prompt 16: Multiple Doctors

Remember when Rose was almost in Day of the Doctor, but instead it was the Moment? So Rose technically wasn’t in DotD? Channel that rage and write one of the best things we’ll never get. Unless you count Journey’s End.

Prompt 17: Reunion

Reunion fics are the backbone of the Doctor/Rose tag with good reason. It’s one of the few things that can appease our aching souls.

Prompt 18: Playing with Hair

The Doctor and Rose both have really great hair. Yes, even Nine, and given how domestic they are, it’s a shame we never got to see them playing with each other’s hair.

Prompt 19: Girl in the Fireplace Fix-It

Now we enter what I call the Fix-It Trilogy. Three fix-it prompts that hit all the basics. Girl in the Fireplace, the episode that makes no sense in the context of the series.

Prompt 20: Doomsday Fix-It

Doomsday, the ending that broke our hearts.

Prompt 21: Journey’s End Fix-It

And Journey’s End. The ending that healed us, only to rip out our hearts all over again.

Prompt 22: Alternate Universe

This one is fun! Alternate universe can be anything. Whether it be canon divergence, or the Doctor and Rose meeting in a coffee shop. The world is your oyster.

Prompt 23: Historical

Rose never got a lot of chances to wear period wear in the show. It’s a shame since it led to such an iconic moment. “You look beautiful”

Prompt 24: Rose Meeting a Classic Doctor

The one thing we want that we can’t have.

Prompt 25: Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey

It’s a famous phrase and unlike the Time Loop prompt, this has a bit of wiggle room for what the parameters are. It could be a time loop, or a paradox!

Prompt 26: Chameleon Arch

The Chameleon Arch is one of the most fascinating pieces of Time Lord technology and has only been explored a couple of times in the show and the extended media. Go wild!

Prompt 27: Bad Wolf

This one is more up to you! Is Rose the Bad Wolf again, is she protecting the Doctor? Or has her biology been changed? There are many interpretations of this prompt and every possibility is exciting.

Prompt 28: The Oncoming Storm

The Doctor has been known to be protective of Rose to say the least. And sometimes the Doctor has to let everyone know why he’s called The Oncoming Storm.

Prompt 29: Soulmates

A good old fashioned soulmate au can never go wrong. There are so many to choose from! The possibilities are endless, let your imagination go wild!

Prompt 30: Wedding

And to close out the month weddings!! They could be at a wedding, they could be throwing a wedding, or even having a wedding, just make it so the Doctor and Rose are involved with a wedding somehow.

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any hcs of amy taking care of jake and his broken leg after coral palms?

as mentioned before she quickly convinced him to stay at her place during recovery. I mean, she didn't have to convince him at all, really. The entire drive back home (home!!!) he kept on thinking about what he wants to do when he's back - a proper shower, the perfect lazy couch evening, using a kitchen he actually knows and likes, sleeping in a bed that doesn't smell of sunscreen and sweat but rather of fresh linens and flowery perfume - and realised all his plans took place at her apartment, anyway.

Amy constantly apologised for her apartment not being set up properly to house someone with an injured leg, which is ridiculous, because how could she have known and prepared anyway? But she does, every time she has to rush in and move something out of the way that Jake can't get past with crutches.

the real guilt sets in when she helps him change his wound dressing the first few days, though. Because she shot him. She shot him. She's seen bullet wounds a lot before, given her job, but they've never been from her gun. They've never been on a person she loves, luckily. Yes it made sense and yes it was kind of the only option at the time and yes he clearly insisted she do it and all, but still. That's a pretty heavy thing to carry in what is kind of still a very new relationship.

Needless to say Amy cranks up the caring and loving and doting up to 11, because of the heavy mix of guilt, happiness at having him back, sadness about missing him for so long, and the rest of the frankly endless list of emotions he makes her feel. Jake does not complain (at first), because he's a sponge for affection and has been squeezed and pressed empty in the past six months. He definitely needs a good soaking.

he does help dial her down after a few days though because he realises she's not really doing it for the mentally healthiest of reasons. Making it clear that he's fine, he's back, he's not going anywhere, and they really need to find their way back to normal at some point. So she really needs to get back to work, and focus on her routines, and not drop everything the second he makes a noise.

(He does retract those arguments at night when he needs security cuddles after a nightmare. Or whenever he moves his leg wrong and is sharply reminded that he's nowhere near healed yet and only Amy's hands are the right ones to put lotion on and massage the hurt muscles.)

Amy's the one who got him that dope walking stick after the doctor's visit where he was finally allowed to get rid of the crutches he hated so much. Because obviously he pretended to be completely fine walking around after that, and obviously she noticed him limping and swaying just a little too much to be really fine. If anyone else had suggested a cane, he would've denied it just for the sake of being ornery and stubborn. Which is why Amy didn't suggest anything - she just bought the damn thing, made sure it was the coolest most Sherlock Holmes old-timey looking one she could get, and presented it like the hottest new item in stores.

(Rosa still can't believe that fucking worked to convince Peralta. Gina just nodded and realised Santiago had perfectly cracked the Jakey-code she'd figured out when they were about 8 and she had to convince him to buy whatever she wanted him to buy.)