Good For ME

NOTE:

ships are now closed !! aka

don’t send anymore !! im going to finish up all the ones in my inbox and that’ll be it !!

i repeat

SHIPS ARE CLOSED (they will open again in the future tho, i can promise that)

thank you for your time !!

bUt it IS on iPhone for free

i’m so sick of getting to top 2 in fortnite and losing bc the other person is a good builder and gets the jump on me so i lose.. like can they make a mode where building is disabled so we can just have actual fights bc the building is so fucking annoying at this point, there’s so many times where i’ve fucked someone up and they’ve managed to escape via building like mad, bandage and shield themselves and then turn around and kill me all bc i’m not good at building (and i’ve practiced a ton but some ppl are just insanely good at building and never seem to run out of mats??) UGH

WHY DO I LOVE PETER PARKER SO FUCKING MUCH

Hey there!! I wanna ask if you are doing marauders ship as well??

I am! I honestly love the marauders era so ofc I’m up to shipping for them as well !!

Doing a thing

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Drabble Challenge!

Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!! 

“That’s starting to get annoying”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“I need a place to stay.”

“Well, that’s tragic.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Dear Diary, …”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“Do you really need all that candy?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“You work for me. You are my slave.”

“Take your medicine.”

“They’re monsters.”

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“It’s your turn to make dinner.”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”

“Here, take my blanket.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“I just ironed these pants!”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

“Stay awake.”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

“You’re not interested, are you?”

“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”

“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”

“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

Visit @prompt-bank for more prompts!!

ya know what. not that every 5sos song doesn’t have some degree of sunset curve vibes, but like

she’s kinda hot?

that’s some real vibes. also hey everybody. and permanent vacation. and social casualty.

anyhow, i will not be taking criticism, thank you for your time

Does anyone else have that one mutual who’s like Way Too Popular to be following you and ur lowkey convinced that they regret following u

Wormholes and Spacetime

Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Warning: Science, lowkey angst?

Summary: Alone in the lab, Y/N Stark is having trouble sleeping. Per usual. But a certain patriotic fellow can’t help but intervene.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts: 

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

94. “I had a bad dream again.”

what better day to post this tHEN FOURTH OF JULY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD MAN.

It was late. You didn’t know how late but you were sat in your father’s lab, hunched over the workbench, your mind perhaps too fogged to think clearly.

You were attempting to work on an invention but science was far from ready for it which made things just a tad too complicated. With a sigh, you got to your feet and grabbed a marker off of the table.

You began to scribble on the clear board, trying to calculate the science you needed. But Rome wasn’t built in a day and this equation certainly wouldn’t be solved quickly enough for your liking. “That’s a lot of numbers.”

You jumped at the unexpected voice, the marker almost slipping from your grip. You spun around, surprised to see the familiar face of Steve in the doorway. “Steve?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows. “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he responded, adjusting his crossed arms as he leaned against the doorframe. 

You let out an amused chortle, turning back to the board. “I haven’t slept in ages,” you confessed, your tone perhaps a little too bitter. You were tired, you wanted to sleep. But you were beyond tired at the same time and sleep just wasn’t an option. “Why are you awake?” 

“Do you know what time it is?” Steve asked, stepping further into the room. You could feel him a few steps behind him as your face scrunched up in confusion. You reached over, clicking it on. 

“It’s almost five in the morning,” you muttered with a tired sigh. You shook off the time and turned back toward the board. “I assume you’re going to go for a run or some other...manly thing.” 

Steve let out a light chuckle, letting his lips pull into a small smile. “Sounds about right. What about you? What are you working on?” 

“Wormholes,” you answered sharply, setting down the black marker and picking up a red one. You took off the cap, it now sitting between your lips as you added onto the equation. “More precisely, I want to make portals.”

“Portals?” Steve questioned, tilting his head slightly. He seemed genuinely interested so of course, you were going to continue. 

“Wormholes are scientifically the only real way to...portal. I guess, basically, if I wanted to create a portal right here,” you paused, gesturing to the floor at your feet. “to go right there,” you pointed towards the wall a few feet away. “I’d need a wormhole to do it. Wormholes literally bend spacetime so that way this floor and that wall are back to back, making passing through the portal possible.” 

“Am I correct to assume that’s where you’re having an issue?” 

You let out a loud huff. “Yes! It’s exceptionally hard to just create a wormhole. It involves black holes and negative mass—because wormholes want to close almost instantly—and they’re so widely unstable because of the pressure and the atoms. Plus for all the negative mass being created, there has to be positive mass! Where’s that coming from? Where’s it coming from, Steve?” 

Steve quirked an eyebrow, the slightest amused smile on his face. “Is this what’s keeping you up?” You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t, but wormholes weren’t the whole story. You averted your gaze, turning back towards the board. “Y/N?” 

“I had a bad dream again,” you revealed finally, not daring to look at Steve. You could already imagine the sympathetic and sorrowful look he’d have and you couldn’t be bothered.

He was silent for a moment, which you expected. “What about?” 

“My dad,” you responded, deciding to just tell him. You knew talking supposedly helped. You didn’t quite buy into it but you figured you had nothing to really lose. “I know he enjoys being Iron Man and all, but hell. I’m worried, you know? He’s a hero, yeah, but he’s my dad. He gets hurt, Steve. I’ve seen him sometimes...it’s bad. I just...I just don’t think I ever want to lose him.” 

“Why the wormholes?” 

“Do you know how useful they’d be in a fight?” you gasped, turning to him. “I wanted to somehow make a mechanism like a blaster or sorts that could concentrate all of that energy and shoot portals. Like a portal gun, I guess. I mean, appearing behind the enemy in a fight. Talk about the upper hand.” 

“You wanna use it,” Steve realized, looking over your anxious figure. “You wanna be able to fight with us.”

“I wanna be able to protect my dad,” you corrected, countered even. “I just,” you sighed. “it’d make me feel better. But wormholes are so difficult! How am I just supposed to bend spacetime?!” 

“Y/N,” Steve began, offering you a small smile. “your father’s one of the toughest men I’ve ever met. It’ll be a long time before you ever lose him. I can promise you that.” 

You enjoyed hearing such a reassurance. You’d told yourself that many times but hearing someone else say it sure felt better. It surely felt more comforting than your own overwrought voice. 

“He’d say the same thing,” you told him. “I guess I should probably give up the wormholes for awhile. Besides, it’d be far easier to construct a laser rifle or something of the sort. That’s just polished light crystals that focus a concentrated light beam. Far easier to produce, no recoil, and no universal lawbreaking.” 

“Maybe you should do that another time,” Steve offered, causing you to quirk an eyebrow. “It is five...in the morning.” You chuckled softly, recalling the minimal sleep you’ve gotten. “You can try again later.” 

“Will you be here to question my science?” you asked, only partially joking. You did enjoy having Steve in the lab, intently listening to your every word with real interest. Maybe he wasn’t a scientist himself but he did enjoy it all nonetheless.

“If you ask nicely,” he mused, shooting you a smile. You smiled in return, setting your markers aside and grabbing your phone. 

“Night Steve,” you hummed, turning to leave. Then in a swift movement, you spin on your heels and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. You were appreciative of him talking to you and you weren’t one to not say thanks. With that, you began out the door.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”