#THE WAY I YELLED SCOTTS NAME WHEN I READ IT

[writing-house-of-m]

The Rescue

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff (mostly hurt/comfort)

Warnings: Talks of torture and hurting Wanda, nightmares, yelling at Steve, Civil War drama

Word count: 2446

Summary: You rescue Wanda from the Raft

A/N: This was supposed to just be rescuing Wanda from the Raft but I didn't know where to end it so it's a little bit more than that and very fluffy in my opinion 😌 Inspired by this post. Have fun reading and let me know what you think!

When you found out what happened after the announcement of the accords, to say you were angry was an understatement.

You had to leave before even getting to say your bit on why you wouldn't be signing any paper that had to do with the new contract. Through some gossip from a random agent on the mission you were a part of you found out about how out of control the whole situation had gotten.

As soon as you heard about the splitting of the team and that half of them were imprisoned on the Raft you left your post. You were thankful it was only the debrief left that you would miss, making it easier to approve your own dismissal, not caring how frowned upon it may be seen by your superiors.

It took many hours over several nights to calm Wanda down after the events of Lagos, convincing her she wasn't the bad guy. Even when you tried to explain to her, if it wasn't for her the blast would have been even more deadly and that Steve shouldn't have gotten distracted, she still blamed herself and the lack of control she had over her powers.

"Where is she?" You demand impatiently. After not getting an answer from Sam, you didn't care if he didn't know, you were beyond pissed at him too, you asked Clint, ignoring the new guy, who's name you learned was Scott.

When Clint tells you about his suspicions that Wanda was two floors below your current location you waste no time in getting down there.

You know why she was separated and put on a different floor from the others but it is still infuriating to you. The moment you find out whose decision it was to keep her isolated you would break some skulls. Right now you need to find her and you need to get her safe.

Speeding past empty cell after empty cell, you almost miss her.

Seeing her back facing the glass window separating you makes your heart break, more so when you can see she has been restrained. That, along with the collar around her neck does nothing to calm the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Using the badge you acquired from a guard you knocked out when you first entered the prison, you easily gain access to the unit.

Wanda doesn't move an inch, making you afraid of what kind of state she is in. Slowly, you approach her, "Wanda?" Even when rounding her body, she still doesn't move. Her eyes are staring at a single spot on the ground.

Your eyebrows furrow in anguish seeing Wanda look so broken. Her sunken eyes and the red marks around her neck from the metal collar has you thinking of a million ways to torture the person who put her here.

Moving in front of her, you crouch down to meet her eye level, but she is frozen in place and your worry for her deepens.

You speak quietly, calmly, "Wanda, I'm going to unbuckle you. Starting with your arms, okay?" You are met with more silence.

Keeping your movements slow you continue to undo the restraints from her body. Seeing her like this makes you want to cry for the empty looking figure before you.

It was bad enough Wanda lost the innocence of her childhood to war, her adolescence and young adult life to regretful decisions and now, she continues to pay the price for the people around her.

You hear rushed footsteps coming from the direction you came. When you look up to the entrance of the cell you see Natasha and Steve. Stretching out your arm, you put your hand up and shake your head to stop them from coming any closer.

Steve taps the watch on his wrist, indicating you need to quicken your pace. The Raft's backup must be on its way. Despite knowing this the action still makes you want to wring Steve's throat, Wanda is here because he got her involved in his fight, shouting at him when you finally found him wasn't enough in your eyes.

There is no time for that now though, you are on your final task and need to concentrate on removing the metal ring from Wanda's neck.

The duo stay at the door keeping an eye out for any movement, letting you give your full attention to the broken woman in front of you.

Just as you have been doing so far, you dictate to Wanda your next move, trying to find a way to unlatch the collar. As your hands get closer to her face it is as if she finally snaps out of her trance grabbing your wrist out of reflex. Her eyes glaze over as if she is seeing you for the first time since you arrived.

"Y/n?" She asks, confused. Flicking between both your eyes trying to figure out if this is real or not.

"It's me, darling." Her grip loosens on you, allowing you to place a palm to her cheek. She leans into the touch a tear escaping her eye as you kiss her forehead, "I need to get this off so we can get you out of here," you whisper to her, afraid that if you talk too loud it may trigger her to panic.

"It hurts," Wanda whimpers, frowning. You feel the burn of tears that want to fill your eyes as well as a twinge in your chest indicating your heart breaking all over again for her.

"I know baby, I know. But we need to be quick, okay?"

She nods her head sluggishly and allows you to lower your hands to the device. The marks peeking out from behind the collar make you screw your face as if you can feel the soreness on your own skin.

You hear Natasha call your name, the urgency is evident in her voice so you quicken your pace while remaining careful.

As you make contact Wanda flinches and her breath hitches. You pause your movements, "It's okay, it's been disabled already. I just need to remove it," you say calmly. Wanda nods and keeps her eyes on you, trying to distract her thoughts about the possibility of getting shocked. She looks at your face full of concentration, two lines between your eyebrows where if it was any other situation she would rub them away.

When you get the collar off you see Wanda's shoulders lower as she releases a breath, "We really need to get out of here, love. Can you stand?" You ask, helping her from the ground.

She stands on shaky legs while you get her to lean her weight on you. Once she is up, you realise Wanda will not be able to make the run to the jet. In one swift movement you pick her up and begin your trek out of there.

With Steve leading the way and Natasha trailing you, the four of you rush towards the quinjet. There are sounds of guards trying to gain entry coming from behind you but you keep your eyes forward. You have every faith in Natasha's abilities to watch your back, the only thing on your mind is getting Wanda to safety.

You hear Natasha fire some shots from her gun when the sounds of a few soldiers make it through but you are already stepping onto the quinjet to even think about turning around to look.

All your attention is on Wanda, sitting her down you kneel in front of her while everyone around you is doing their best in defending and getting the jet ready for flight.

The front of your uniform is damp with her tears from when you carried her and even as the jet flies off Wanda's tears don't stop. Your arms are wrapped securely around her telling her she is okay now and that you will never leave her side ever again.

…

It is weeks later. Her dark circles have faded, her neck is almost back to its original color but the scars to her mental health will take longer to heal.

Wanda wasn't able to sleep the first few nights. Afraid a guard would wake her up with a shock from their electric baton or maybe banging on the glass not allowing her to sleep. For them it was some fun while working. You are glad you showed no mercy when you took down every one of those guards.

Ever since you arrived at the safe house you were currently in, somewhere in the countryside of Spain, you have been doting on Wanda hand and foot, making sure she was getting better.

As soon as you got the chance you yelled at Steve for including Wanda in his little disagreement with Tony and for not getting her out of that prison cell sooner.

When Natasha tried to stop you from lashing out, you lost it even more, 'No! He needs to hear this!' You shouted in Natasha's direction.

You laid into Steve about the fact that Bucky was safe now but at the cost of his teammates, the people who you considered were a family, but with the way this had all been handled this 'family' was in fact just a ticking time bomb.

It didn't stop there, you told Steve how selfish he acted, putting Clint and Scott under pressure with their families and how they were now dealing with the consequences while he runs off playing a hero. Putting Natasha and Sam on the most wanted list, it didn't matter to you that Nat made the decision on her own because it shouldn't have been something to make in the first place.

'And don't get me started on Tony and his ego!' You finished your rant. If it were possible, steam would have been pouring from your ears.

Since that day they have left the two of you alone. Mostly because you won't let Steve near Wanda. What you did allow was Natasha checking in on you both occasionally.

After about a week there you moved to an isolated house in the fields of Hungary where you have been residing until today.

Steve approaches you in the morning with an envelope, Natasha by his side while you and Wanda are eating cereal. New identities and tickets to get to Norway along with keys to your accommodation are all found in the brown packet.

You nod your head as Steve explains his plan, that is until he continues, "-and when things have settled down or when we need you again, we'll come to get you."

Swallowing the chewed cereal in your mouth harshly, your face is stern, "No." You snarl, teeth pressing together tightly.

Steve is taken aback by your response, a little confused, "What-"

Before he can start again you cut him off, "No, you won't come for us when you need us," you retort. "Wanda and I are done. After a little time in Norway, you won't find us," you conclude, telling them your plan to disappear ambiguously.

Having to watch Wanda suffer through nightmares and flinching at the slightest of noises, you voiced your idea to her. She told you that the thought had crossed her mind but she didn't want to take you away from the job you spent your whole life training for. But for you, Wanda was worth more and meant more than anything else you had ever prepared yourself for in the past.

It was a decision you and Wanda finalised days ago, sick of getting your hands dirty for other people. It was time you thought of yourselves and the life you wanted to build together.

Steve sighs and looks down, you know he would do the same if he could. He looks over the two of you and nods his head, understandingly.

The rest of the day passes by with you all packing your things ready to leave before nightfall. You have butterflies in your stomach when you realise this will be your toughest mission yet; trying to live a normal life. Your nerves are settled whenever you look over at Wanda doing minor tasks, a soft smile gracing her face when she catches your eyes lingering, reminding yourself that everything you have done has led you to her and she is the best thing to have ever happened to you. Despite your rocky start when she warped your mind.

As you hug Steve and Natasha goodbye everything feels very real, saying goodbye to the two people who you consider your closest family after practically growing up with them. There would never be any hard feelings against them, just tough decisions to make.

The nervous feeling is back in your stomach until Wanda takes hold of your hand while you wait for the jet to land. You wave one last time to the people you are leaving behind and take your first steps on the vehicle into your new life.

…

Two years. That is how long you and Wanda have been moving from place to place. From Denmark and Poland to Cyprus and Egypt, you were making your way around.

Now, you have settled in a little town in Edinburgh which, if you were being honest with yourself, you could see yourself raising a family here.

It is cold compared to some of the places you have been in the time you two have been separated from the Avengers but it is cosy and because of the rain you have found yourself inside snoozing the day away.

Your head is resting in Wanda's lap as she reads a book. When you wake up and see Wanda still reading you smile lazily as you stretch. Noticing your movements Wanda puts down the book on the coffee table with her other hand still on your head.

Her fingers thread through your hair and you hum in content, "Morning sleepyhead," Wanda mumbles into your forehead before she deposits a kiss there, making you scoff.

"I feel so lazy, we should have done something today," you say, groggily, your voice heavy with sleep.

"Maybe after dinner we can walk through the town. It's supposed to be a full moon tonight," Wanda strokes your hair back making your eyes droop and close from the calming action.

"Yeah, that will be nice," you reply with a silly smile on your face, "it already sounds beautiful."

What you didn't know was taking that stroll in the evening would have you back into the life you let go two years ago. With an alien searching for powerful stones you didn't know existed and a catastrophic outcome no one could have predicted.

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[herestheghost]

Matthew Patel x Reader

Matthew Patel in Scott Pilgrim Takes Off.

Small bits of you and Maddie getting closer. There are spelling errors and over uses of words, but eh I wrote this for fun and nothing serious while kicking my feet about how cool the show is while I should have been sleeping.

Warning: Accidental Kiss on the lips

The first time you meet up with him for a date,you give him roses.Five black centered around one red.He is surprised and blushes to know the black ones are for his demon hipster chicks.No one ever thinks about his special ladies and their connection to him. Mattew is touched.

“I just assumed they were a packaged deal”, you confess, scratching your head nervously. He stares at you with a blush on his face.

The Demon Hipster Chicks like you immediately.They loved the flowers by the way,and gifts you bring them.It's not like you read a book on demonology that said to bring gifts to appease demons,no no ofcourse not.

   Maddie likes your knowledge. Que you pushing a few books under your bed once when he came by for the first visit.

Maddie likes a night on the town kinda dates,where he and you can get all dressed up and go to the threatre.You enjoy simple dates at the coffee shop where all the best drama spilling is at or walking the park to see where the next fight match will take place.He sees your appeal to the coffee shop,hot cocoa and front row to Scott Pilgrim turning a guy to coins is like tv.

   He’ll smile over his cup at you before sipping on his hot steaming drink, a sly smile on his lips. Your insides gush at him as the barista curses from the counter again at someone else bothering her.

Oh Mattew fights,he’s got some enemies who like to challenge him.He usually wins but after you were thrown into a two vs two,he got reseted back home and you were left to pick up the coins.It was devastating on the concrete till he called you the next day.

   There you were looking at the small jar of coins on your desk.Feeling like your gut was twisted,you placed a hand on the lid sadly.Then Maddie called and apologized for not being strong enough.It was the first time you yelled at him.

   “Idiot,I don’t care about that!!”,you shout through the speaker.”I’m just happy you're alive!”,you continue because you thought he died.

   You apologize for shouting at him later,but Mattew just hugs you.It's the first hug!

 Showing him the coins makes him grimace, till you take him to the arcade. The girls like it there.

The first kiss is on his cheek and you did it out of excitement.His lovely shocked eyes stare at you as you stare at him just as shocked.Maddie holds his cheek curling his lips.

    “I do believe in eye for an eye!”,he says loud enough for people to stare.

“Okay!”,you say a little too quickly.”I mean,yes please”,you say instead,covering your eyes.”I don’t mean to sound so forward..”,you mumble behind your hands.

    Matthew cups your hands,easing them open.”I don’t mind”,he says softly,that blush still on his face.You swallow turning your head so he can kiss your cheek.

    “Oh,right now?”,he asks,looking nervous himself.You turn obvious that he’s leaning down.The second kiss is on the lips and you both gasp, flinging back,holding your own separate mouths.

   “Did we?”,he asks, blinking.

”Can we do it again?”,you ask him adding,”If you want to”.

Maddie is happy to oblige. His thumb rests on your cheek to steady himself for another kiss, one you press into happily.

It's not long before you call him ‘boyfriend’.It was a saturday and you where changing contact names on your phone for fun again.Maddie didn’t seem right anymore,so you changed his to ‘Boyfriend’.What you forgot was that Maddie was in the kitchen making tea just a few minutes ago.He was behind the couch about to ask you if you were ready for a cup and seen what you did.

     “Boyfriend?”,he asks, spooking you enough to where you jump off the couch.

“Eh,well”,you scrap for an explanation.You two haven’t talked about titles like that yet.

    “Alright”,Mattew nods like it's a mundane thing to talk about asking someone to be your boyfriend.”I’ll be your boyfriend”,he says with a grin.”Is that what you want?”,he adds.

    “Uh yeah,I just didn’t know how to bring it up”,you confess scratching your cheek lightly.

     Maddie peaks your cheek doing the unexpected.He types on his phone,showing you his phone screen,your contact there says either ‘Boyfriend’,’Girlfriend’,Or ‘Love’.

   You beam from the couch holding his phone as he goes to get the tea. The Hipster Chicks are divided on sweet tea and unsweetened tea, they urge Maddie to settle the matter. Your just on the couch listening to them with a big smile on your face, it hurts but your into much bliss to care.

You are a force to be reckoned with. Maddie and the girls came to one of your wrestling matches. Its nationals and they were excited to see you kick butt. Until Scott Pilgrim got in the ring with you, Maddie wasn’t worried but did boo the guy.

    Finding out your partner is a near world champ can be an ego boost for Maddie.Your hot and feared,yes please.The girls swoon at your reflexes.They cheer you on from the stands,which motivates you further than your limits.

    Maddie patches you up after back at your place.A few goth hello kitty bandaids do just the job and he kisses each one to make them feel better.Now your bruised rib is a job for the girls,as they’ve helped him before with one of those and know how to tighten the gauze for that kind of injury.

   He also has smoothies ready so you don’t have to sit up to eat, which is a good idea because you are quite comfortable on your bed.

Oh the first time Mad sleeps over is on the couch.You asked him to sleep over in your bed,to just sleep.Which he thought he could do but something deep inside him tells him its inappropriate and he must sleep on the couch.You don’t fight him but you do think it's sweet of him and you do want him to be comfortable so you get him your best fluffy blanket and second nicest pillow.Fixing up the couch for him,you show him the pull out feature.He sends you off with a goodnight kiss.

    The girls cuddle you that night.Each one,one by one,waddle in with yawns as they fill in your bed to steal your blanket.There to out of it for you to fight there clutches for the blanket back.You give up,sitting there in the dimmed dark and go to sleep.

    Maddie scowls the demons for stealing your blanket from you the next morning.Which you defend that it's fine,you were comfortable and warm.The girls are really sorry and agree with Maddie,they apologize.They think of ways to make it up to you as well.

    Matthew gives you more blankets, fluffier and thicker than your favorite so this doesn’t happen again. The girls are happy to cuddle you each night if you prefer.

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[erosmutt]

Write pt 2 to scott and sam RIGHT THIS INSTANT. I have an exam in 2 days and the only thing i can think about is that fic AND I BLAME YOU. brain rot.

☆ thinkin' bout . . .

. . . brothers Scott and Sam x teacher!reader (PART TWO)

𖦹 age gap, dom!teacher!reader, reader has a mida rana complex, sub!scott & sam, anal fingering (m!receiving), orgasm denial, scott refers to reader as 'mama' a few times

𖦹 accompanied by Control ⋆ Puddle Of Mudd

𖦹 i hope your exam goes well bby!

A handful of tutoring sessions with your beloved little boys had gone by. Scott, ever the obedient of the two, was there everyday. Sam, on the other hand, was absent the majority of the time. It was about 5:30 in the evening, and you and Scott were sitting alone in your classroom, as usual. Except this time you weren’t simply tutoring him, no. Scott was bent over one of the desks, babbling as you slowly circled his rim with the tips of your fingers, casually humming while you did so. There was a worksheet based on last night’s assigned reading in front of him, only his name and the date at the top of the page.

“Miss,” Scott whines, grabbing at the desk. “In-inside!”

Per his request, you push your middle finger into him first, drawing a loud whine and a shudder from him. You smile and stroke your other hand up and down his back to soothe him. “Shh, easy, Scotty,”

You knew he hated that nickname - he had confided in you about his mother, about what she does, and how she always calls him Scotty. You couldn’t help yourself. He was always so pathetic when he whined to you, telling you to not call him that. ’It makes me feel gross’ he would tell you. ’Like she’s right here with me’. Every time he would cry into your chest about his horrendous home life, you would just comb your fingers through his curls and  murmur sweet nothings to him until he calmed down.

He lets out a soft sob at the nickname, arching his back as your fingers press against his prostate. You were always so gentle with Scott compared to his brother. Scott was a compliant boy, whereas you had to break Sam in. He was so aggravatingly defiant, always challenged authority and made a point to break every goddamned rule that was set. You had no choice but to ‘tame’ Sam.

“‘S too- haa,” you just smile as Scott slurs his words, continuing to massage his prostate. As you do so, the classroom door slams open. You look up and smirk at the flabbergasted look on Sam’s face. When his brother realized what had happened, he tried to explain himself. Alas, it was all for naught - it wouldn’t have made Sam forget this sight. His mouth was agape and his eyes were wide. “Sam!” Scott says, catching his breath.

“Oh, what the fuck?” Sam yells. You smile and make a ‘come here’ motion with your finger.

Not knowing what compelled him to do it, Sam stepped forward to the two of you. His brother’s cheeks were flushed pink, a tiny streak of drool making its way down his chin, dropping onto the paper below him. “Sammy- Sammy,” Sam shudders, gripping the strap of his messenger bag. “Don’t fucking… I don’t know. You sound like a little bitch, man.”

Scott squirms about on the desk, and you pull your fingers out of him. Knowing what to do, Scott opens his mouth with his tongue out like a good boy, and takes your fingers into his mouth. Sam grimaces. “Fuckin’ ew…”

You smile at Sam. “See what happens to your brother? He gets treated well. He’s a good boy.” You look down at him. “Aren’t you Scotty?” The poor boy nods, pulling off your fingers. “A good boy, mama.”

Upon hearing his brother refer to you as ‘mama’, Sam rubs a hand over his face and makes noises of frustration. He was conflicted - the sight of his sexy teacher domming someone was one thing, but it was his brother. But at the same time, his brother was a little bitch, and that made it all the more hot.

“Come here, Sammy.” You coax, your words honeyed. “I want you to watch. Take your brother as an example. Let him teach you.”

Sam hesitantly shuffles closer, setting his bag down onto a desk nearby. “What the hell, dude?” he whispers to himself, sitting back on the same desk he had his bag on. He watches, unable to look away from the scene before him.

Scott turns over, now sitting on the desk, and you press a soft kiss to his cheek, hand wrapping around his shaft. "Let's show Sam what a good boy you can be, Scotty."

He nods, beginning to squirm again as his sensitive cock is stroked. Sam scrunches his nose, his eyes fixed on your hand pleasuring his brother. It's not like he hadn't seen his brother's privates before - and Scott had seen his too. Both results of an unfortunate walk-in on the other's 'alone' time.

“Mama,” Scott murmurs to you as your other hand gently brings Scott’s head down to your chest. He doesn’t move to remove your breasts from the confines of your button up, he just buries his face in them. Sam shifts on the desk, swallowing. He was most definitely envious of his brother’s current position. “Gonna cum,” Scott continues, his hands gripping your biceps. When you abruptly stop stroking him, Scott bucks his hips up, seeking friction. “You can’t!” he whines, lifting his head to look at you. You place your hands on his thighs to keep him steady. “I think we’ve demonstrated enough for Sammy, don’t you think?”

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[multiversalfandomwriter222]

I’m his what?

WARNINGS FOR ALL PARTS: SMUT(UNPROTECTED P IN V), LANGUAGE, SPOILERS FOR ANTMAN QUANTUMANIA, AND SOME ANGST. DO NOT READ IF A, YOU HAVENT SEEN QUANTUMANIA, OR B, SENSITIVE TO WHAT I JUST WROTE. But overall, enjoy!

SUMMARY: You and Kang are destined to be mine. If you aren’t with him, it cause a break in the timeline(Plus, you two are married) But when Janet explodes his core, takes you away from him and erases your memory of him, he goes into a rage that you’re gone, not in his arms. He still believes that you still remember him and he’a trying to find you through your wedding ring. But what happens when you go back to the Quantum Realm and he finds out about you not remembering?

KANG X BLACK! READER

PART 1

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU CAN’T FIND HER?” Kang yells. MODOK flinches. “Well sir, she’s not very easy to find. You did block every tracing device from finding her. Everything.”

Kang inhales. “Just… find her or I will kill you.” MODOK quickly hovers away and Kang looks down at his wedding ring, remembering the day you both were wed.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

“Nathan! Stop it!” You giggle. He bites down on your sweet spot making you whimper. “Why?” He says, kissing down your neck. He lifts the strap on your dress and kisses your shoulder, making you move a little. “Because we are in public. Please behave!” He laughs and whispers in your ear. “I can just fuck you in the middle of public here and nobody would give a damn.” You gasp and push him away and stand up to walk somewhere else, but he grabs your waist and pulls you back in his lap. “Where are you going?” He says playfully. “Away from you!” You laugh. “You can never get away from me sweetheart. Never.” He growls and kisses your cheek playfully again.

Oh how wrong was he.

A tear trickles down his face as he remembers you. He remembers everything about you. What you liked, what you didn’t like. The way your beautiful brown skin looked in the light, your h/c curls that he always played with when you would sit with him. Your e/c eyes as you looked at him. He wipes the tear away and composes himself.

He’s the all powerful Kang. He’ll find you soon. People that he wants to find usually show up on his radar.

Making deals that he wouldn’t hold up to is his thing. Especially people that have liabilities. Just like Scott. Pathetic man really. Would do anything to save his daughter. He watches as Scott dives into the broken core and waits. And then MODOK starts talking and rambling which pisses him OFF. “Why are you talking right now? I’ve told you-” “Someone found y/n.” Kang stiffens. “Where?” He feels his heart swell. You’ll be back in his arms soon. You’ll run back to him, and everything will be okay.

“In one of the bars. But people have reported that she-” MODOK clears his throat and stays silent. “That she what?” Kang says. “Nothing sir.” MODOK says. “Don’t lie to me.” He says. “They say that she doesn’t know who you are.” MODOK says.

I really hope you liked it! I changed the name because it didn’t really fit my plot! Parts 2 and 3 will be out soon!

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Irresistible - Scott Lang X Female Reader

Title: Irresistible

Scott Lang X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Avengers (Mentioned), Pepper (Mentioned), Tony Stark

WC: 2,065

Warnings: Fighting, #eattherich, slight angst, yelling, emotions, nervousness, anxiety, Scott's in love, and fluff

Running along the street, Scott looked up, seeing you running along the roofs. Scott had a small disadvantage, not being able to get on the roof fast enough to stop you and not fall behind. He ran under light posts and dodged the few and rare people on the sidewalk as you ran through the night. Scott had been trying to stop you for the past couple of months, but every time he thought he had you, you'd just vanish. He was tired of trying to catch you, but he needed to focus on stopping your evil schemes, which were growing more elaborate with each passing day.

But Scott had a small problem... He was falling in love with you. Every time he saw you, it was like there was this spark inside him that lit up at the sight of you. He couldn't think straight when he would see you and it made him so frustrated because he couldn't be with you, but he wanted to be with you, and he didn't know what to do about it. You were the bad guy for crying out loud.

You stopped, your pathway blocked by a taller building, way too tall for you to jump and climb up it. You quickly looked around, finding you were also way too high up to jump and run. You were out of options. Breathing heavily, you turned and let out a sigh, watching as Ant-Man climbed the building next to you, before leaping over to your building. He walked over, but you could tell by his body language that he was confused. You knew he'd never gotten this close to you before you found a way out and escaped. You had been running away from Scott for so long.

For months you had eluded him, his Avenger friends, and the police. In the beginning, you found Scott to be annoying, a bit of a class clown, but annoying. But, as the months went on, you got to know him a bit from your teasing and chatting back and forward and found out his name. You found him cute and even had a small crush on the man, but you needed to keep yourself first. You weren’t going to let your attraction for the man get you in trouble. No matter how irresistible he was.

"Well, Y/N... Seems like you're stuck." He remarked, taking a step closer to you. He opened his mask so you could finally read his expression, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry but I have to bring you in."

You shifted your weight to the side, crossing your arms, smirking lightly, "Mmm, no, I don't think I want to. I'm fine right where I am. You know, not being tortured and interrogated." 

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, "We're not going to torture you, interrogate, yes, but not torture you. That's not what we do." 

You rolled your eyes, "Questions are torture. You and your Avenger friends are going to ask and ask about why I’m doing what I do and how I do it and it’s going to get annoying real fast. Can we just pretend you never ran into me? That'd be great." You spoke sarcastically only for Scott to shake his head.

"Sorry, honey, but I have to bring you in. You have been hacking into the stock market. You keep crashing it."

You nodded, walking up to him, circling him as if he were prey, "Yep, and I am pretty proud of it." You paused, placing your hands on Scott's suit shoulder, resting your chin on your hands as he turned to look at you. "Besides, you should be thanking me. I'm making sure dumb millionaires and billionaires aren't taking advantage of others." You whispered at the close proximity, reaching out to poke Scott in the cheek with your finger. "You know... Eat the rich."

“You also help hack into the Tower’s system. We’ve had four security breaches because of that.”

You shrugged, staring into his memorizing green eyes. “Yeah, but no harm, right?”

Scott frowned, “We’ve had a lot of Hulk appearances.”

“Mmm, but that’s all I’ve done to you and your poor baby Avengers.” You cooed, going back to poke Scott’s cheek repeatedly. So soft. You thought.

“You posted a fake dating profile of Stark to almost every dating website on the internet.”

You nodded, “One of my proudest achievements. So fun. Half the reason why you should let me go… I make life harder for dumb million billionaires.”

Scott slowly grabbed your hands from his shoulder, shaking his head with a frown. "I wish I could, but I can't, Y/N." Making you narrow your eyes.

"I am not coming with you, Scott." Your sarcastic and flirty side was now gone as you tried to pull your hands from his. 

"I have to do this, Y/N. I don't want to but what you do is illegal and the cops can't get you so I have to. So please, it's been a long couple of months of this. Just stop." Scott begged you, wishing and hoping you would just give up and come with him quietly. 

You stared at him with a hard gaze, "Oh, what's a couple of more months?" You then twisted your hands around, grasping Scott's wrists, and before Scott could even realize what was happening, you pushed his arms together and twisted him around, before pushing Scott forward. 

Scott stumbled forward in surprise, before turning to see you trying to run off. Running over to you, Scott was much faster, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into his chest. You both breathed heavily out as you struggled in his grasp. 

"Just stop, Y/N. You're only making this harder on yourself." Scott tried to convenience you again but you weren't having it. You took a hold of his arm around you, using your strength to push it up and over your head before spinning around and out of his arms once more. And so your fighting dance began. Scott tried to capture you but you deflected his attempts of grabbing you, making you more and more irritated as you kept avoiding him. Usually, with some heroes, you punch, kick, whatever you had to to get away. But... You didn't want to hurt Scott. He wasn't like the other heroes he worked with. He was good. Too good. He was nice, he treated you well, and he was attractive. You liked him, and he was still trying to help you. You grew more and more annoyed with yourself the more you thought about it. You didn't want to get caught. You were becoming desperate now, chest heaving as you began to slow. 

As a last resort, you just managed to push him off of you before he grabbed your wrist. Before you knew it, you were falling backwards, unable to catch yourself. You fell onto your back, Scott’s hand swiftly making it behind your head before you hit the ground. Before you knew it, Scott was over you, pinning you down. You squirmed under his weight, struggling as he tried to hold you still. "Please..." Scott begged, "Just stop!" You huffed as you stared up at him, his green eyes practically begging you as well. "Y/N... Please... Stop..." Scott pleaded once more.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, "Alright… Alright." You grumbled, as Scott let out a sigh of relief. Quickly, you opened your eyes, you placed your hands on Scott's shoulder, using the rest of your strength to roll over, pinning Scott to the ground. "Ha! Now, here's the deal. I'm going to go and you're going to let me. Okay? okay. Good talk." 

"You're beautiful," Scott spoke breathlessly, staring softly up at you, making you freeze.

You stared back down at him, speechless, "You- You can't say things like that, Scott. I'm supposed to hate you."

"And you don't?" Scott asked you, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes... The look in his eyes made your chest warm up and your stomach flutter with butterflies. 

You pushed through those feelings building up in you as you pushed against his chest, sitting up frustratedly, "This isn't how this works! I fight you, you fight me. And I escape getting captured by those dumb Avengers! End of the story." You exclaimed as Scott sat up as well.

"Or... You could not run away again." As you shook your head rapidly, Scott's hands landed on your waist. “Not run away and come with me…”

"You are such an idiot! You don't understand-" 

"Your idiot." Scott smiled dopily up at you. 

You groaned, feeling your cheeks warm up, "Oh my god! Shut up! Why do you have to do this to me?" 

Scott tilted his head to the side, "Do what?" He asked and you let out a sigh, one similar to the defeated one you had done only moments ago. But this time, as Scott looked at you, you actually looked sad. 

"Why do you have to make me like you? Why do you make me feel like you..." You groaned, placing your hands over your face. "Like you care for me? Why are you so confusing!? Why can't you just hate me!?"

Scott spoke up, his voice soft. "Because, I can't hate you. I do like you. A lot really." He confessed, reaching up to take your hands in his, bringing them away from your face. Noticing your tearful eyes. "You mean so much to me."

"Don't... Say things like that..." You mumbled quietly.

Scott chuckled slightly, looking down and biting his lip, "So what do you want me to say?" He glanced up at you, meeting your sad and red eyes, "...I love you." He finished, holding eye contact.

You sucked in a breath before looking back down, "Not helping." You muttered.

"But I-"

You quickly cut Scott off, leaning in and pressing your lips against his, silencing him. When you pulled away, Scott looked shocked, blinking slowly. After a few seconds of silence, Scott leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his eyes darting from yours to your lips and back. Leaning in, his nose brushed yours before he kissed you deeply. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. Soon, the two of you broke the kiss to catch your breath. 

"Wow, that was..." Scott trailed off. You laughed a little, pulling your hand back, and brushing your fingers along his jawline, stubble tickling the tips of your fingers.

"Yeah... Wow." You replied, smiling down at him. "Goodnight, Scott." You gave him one final peck, before you jumped off his lap and ran across the roof, jumping to the one next to it.

Scott watched as you went, with hearts practically in his eyes as he let a smile grow. Once you were out of sight, he slowly stood up, rubbing his forehead, "That girl, she is something else." Making his way down the building, Scott made his way back to the tower, taking his time. Humming a soft cheerful tune as he had a pep in his step. Finally making his way inside the tower, he did a small happy dance in the elevator, singing the song he was humming as he walked into the main room of the tower. Tony turned from his spot on the couch, he raised an eyebrow at the hero. 

"Looking pretty happy there, Lang. Finally catch her or something?" He asked, hoping that he did.

Scott turned to the billionaire with a smile, "Something like that."

Tony sighed, running a hand down his face, "You can't let her go next time, bug boy. Who knows, she might try and make it look like I'm on dating sites again. I got in big trouble with Pepper about that, you know?"

Scott chuckled lightly at the image of you trying to make it seem like Tony was on a dating site. Hunched over a computer, wherever you were hiding. Adorable. "No, Tony, I know," Scott said, chuckling. "Won't let her get away next time."

"That's what you said last time. What happened this time?" Tony asked and Scott shrugged.

"She got the upper hand." Scott headed to the kitchen, ready to cook himself a toasted bagel.

Tony hummed skeptically, "Uh-huh... Sure."

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Moments: Seven

Author's Note: The Chris Evans fandom is a complicated place to be right now, so I've been off and on Tumblr to avoid the chaos. As usual, the italics are flashbacks. Bolds are text. I’m aware that the timeline in the real world of movie releases and shooting is off; it’s a work of fiction so I manipulated things to work in my favor… or I was as vague as possible to avoid anyone noticing.

DISCLAIMER: the photo inserts are horribly inaccurate to where they actually are; I know this, but I wanted some visuals of what was in my head.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~7.1k

Moments Masterlist

2014: Boston

Scott grinned at Y/N as he stood on the threshold of her home with Chris. She’d just opened the door in her robe after several minutes of him frantically knocking. Sure, he could’ve used his key, but what fun would that have been when he could see Y/N’s exasperated face? He was holding flowers and a card and yelled, “surprise!” as he thrust them into Y/N’s hands before walking by her to greet Dodger.

“Hello, Scott, do come in?” She said sarcastically as she shut the door and followed Scott into the kitchen where he had already opened the fridge and helped himself to a seltzer. Y/N added a bit sarcastically, “would you like a drink?”

Scott rolled his eyes playfully and plopped down on the kitchen floor to continue to pet Dodger. He gestured to the card and flowers, “I'm supposed to make sure you open the card right now.”

Y/N made small talk with Scott while she stepped over him to get a vase and put the beautiful bouquet in water. He chatted happily, watching her lovingly arrange them and take them carefully to the kitchen table in a prominent view. She cinched her cozy robe tighter and then finally she picked up the card from where she’d dropped it on the table and smiled at her name scrawled on the front– Chris’s handwriting.

Her sweet, goofy Chris, who was back in Atlanta filming and had been for over two months. She’d been down to see him twice, enjoying the time with him and catching up with some of his co-stars who were starting to feel like extended family or luxuriating at the pool at his rental. He’d come home to celebrate Christmas and New Year's with her and their families, making sure to carve out three straight, glorious days with just the two of them and Dodger lounging around their home. On the first day, they’d been so thrilled for some time alone that their celebration had broken a leg on the kitchen table where the bouquet now sat. Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck when she thought of it and she turned back to the card in her hand, running her fingers across the place where his pen had scratched her name.

Besides those visits, they’d been existing on FaceTime and long emails. Sometimes, it was fun that way. Of course, she missed his presence, his laugh, his touch, but she couldn’t help but enjoy the way the distance forced them into something akin to love letters. They managed to get on the phone together most days and text often, but their real communication was through long emails.

“Why didn’t he send this straight to me?” Y/N mused out loud as she turned it over and opened the back.

She looked up in time to see Scott shrug and fail to hide a huge grin, “just read it.”

Pulling out the greeting card, she sighed and smiled at Chris’s 12-year-old humor. She opened the inside and read his inscription:

Y/N, my cinnamon bunny, I’ve been missing you like crazy, I need to see you, honey, And stay in bed with you being lazy.

Go pack a bag, With clothes that are warm, Don’t worry– no place with jet lag, Just somewhere to watch a snowstorm.

Love, C

Y/N was laughing out loud by the time she got to the end of the truly awful poem and Scott was getting to his feet, “I helped him write it. The original version was even worse.”

“Where are we going?”

“Not telling. You have an hour to pack, I’ve got Dodger and the house under control, Chris already talked to Stacey, and your clients are covered until Wednesday. No more questions, go get dressed and pack.”

“Scott,” Y/N whined, “where is it?”

“Don’t you worry, bunny,” he booped her nose and laughed at the face she pulled, “but your hour is wasting away!”

Y/N huffed and started toward their shared bedroom while Scott headed in the other direction, “why would he send flowers if I’m going away!”

“My brother is an idiot, but I’ll enjoy looking at them while you’re gone!” Scott’s voice was distant as they moved apart.

She muttered to herself when she got into the bedroom and went straight for the closet, starting to pull out sweaters, jeans, and underwear. She’d gathered her travel toiletry bag and was staring at the pile she’d made on the bed and debating about bringing something dressy when Scott reappeared with a suitcase. He dumped it on the floor beside the bed and started to take the neat piles she’d made and haphazardly put them in the luggage.

“Scott! I don’t know if I’m taking all of that!”

“You are, just keep bringing me stuff. We’re going to fill the bag.”

“Dude, I’ve used that bag to pack for a month in Europe. I’m not going to fill that for a long weekend.

“Yes, you are. Or I’ll do it for you. Go grab some dresses and heels.”

“Can you just tell me where he’s taking me?”

“I cannot, but I can tell you that you should have lots of options.”

“Why?”

Scott rolled his eyes, “because I know you and I know you like to have options. Bring that black velvet dress you keep making excuses not to wear… And something fun to go under it,” he winked and Y/N rolled her eyes in return.

“Scott, please don’t talk about my underwear,” she laughed as she disappeared into the closet and did gather some lingerie to add to the bag. Scott entered the closet after her and pulled out some heels and boots and another two dresses and then added them to the bag.

“Finish up here,” Scott waved his hands around and disappeared back out into the living room and then quietly snuck out the front door, bringing Dodger with him. He dialed Chris, who picked up on the first ring.

“All good?”

“She’s packing,” Scott grunted as he wrestled to get the box from the basement into his trunk and Dodger ran into the yard after a squirrel.

“Thanks for doing this, I hope it’s a good surprise.” Scott could hear Chris's anxiety through the phone and he stopped what he was doing to focus.

“You guys haven’t spent more than 36 hours together in weeks. She’ll be thrilled.”

“She’s texting me so many questions,” a light chuckle left Chris as he read through them. “Is she really worked up?”

“You know Y/N, she’s always slightly worked up.”

“But does she seem excited?”

“Chris,” Scott’s tone wasn’t a warning, it was trying to probe his older brother, how he knew so well. He could hear in Chris’s voice that his anxiety was about to boil over.

Chris picked up on it immediately, “I know, I’m just nervous.”

“It’s going to be perfect.”

“What if it isn’t? What if–”

“Stop psyching yourself out. You’re both going to remember this weekend forever.”

“But what if–”

“SCOTTY!” Y/N’s voice came from the front door. She emerged from the house in ripped jeans, and Vans, and bundled in a sweater, coat, and scarf and she was dragging the giant bag behind her. “You insisted I bring this giant bag, so come carry it.”

“Gotta go,” Scott muttered into the phone over Chris’s protests.

The line disconnected and Chris looked at his Home Screen- a picture of Y/N and Dodger on a hike a few months ago; the golden hour sun perfectly silhouetted his two favorite creatures standing in front of a beautiful vista– for a few seconds before he got another text from Y/N.

Y/N: Christopher, are you really not going to tell me where I’m going? Chris: you’re coming to see me 😘 I’m here waiting for you Y/N: chrisssssssss! I hate this! Chris: but I love you and I can’t wait to see you Y/N: yeah, yeah. We’re in the car on the way to my mysterious flight. I love you, you little fucker Chris: 😂 💙

The nature of their relationship meant that they spent so much time apart, and it made their reunions always exciting. It wasn’t just the sex- it had been for the first few months- but Chris quickly came to miss the feel of her weight on his chest when she fell asleep on him while they watched tv or read tangled up on the couch. He missed watching her facial expressions while doing everything- her expressive face and talking hands never failed to make him smile. He missed her giggle when he caught her talking… or singing… or dancing alone… or with Dodger, who was never happier than when he was sandwiched between Chris and Y/N.

Chris paced, his worries starting to bubble to the surface while he waited. He took the beer he’d been nursing and finished the rest of it. Chris prided himself in his romantic gestures- he loved to surprise her with something special. In the year and a half they’d been together, he’d done several sweet surprises ranging from small things like a delivery of her favorite flowers to work on a whim to something big like when he flew home from location and booked the last appointment on the Friday before her birthday (under a code name, of course).

But he’d never moved her by surprise. He’d always given her a warning if they were traveling, and always let her choose dates or locations. He’d never called work for her, he’d never overhauled the whole operation without her consultation. He was worried that she’d be upset. She had her own world too and had already sacrificed parts of it to move to Boston nine months ago. He never wanted to seem that he expected her to give up everything for him and he was starting to panic that this would feel controlling to her rather than romantic.

“Scotty, please,” Y/N begged, leaning across the console and batting her eyes at him, “tell me tell me tell me tell me.”

“You are so obnoxious!”

“But I want to know where I’m going!”

Scott grinned as he slowed and turned on his turn signal, “actually, we’re here.”

“This isn’t Logan. I’m not flying?” She peered out the window at the tree-lined road.

“You’re flying.”

“How am I—“ her voice cut off as he pulled around a small, simple building to reveal several hangers, a small flight tower, and a runway. “Oh!”

Chris saw Scott’s car and walked down the stairs of the small jet he’d chartered, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and waiting for the car to come to a stop. Before Scott had the car in park, Chris barked out a laugh as he watched Y/N and Dodger tumble out of the passenger seat and run towards him. He crouched to greet Dodger briefly before opening his arms just in time for Y/N to jump into them.

“You asshole!” She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him hard; when she pulled back he was laughing and she continued, “can you please tell me what’s happening now?”

“I missed you too,” he kissed her again, pulled back and grinned at her, kissed her one last time just a little more deeply before he cut himself off and slapped her ass, signaling her to hop down, “let me help Scott, then I’ll tell you some things.”

She sighed heavily and let him set her down, following him to the trunk of Scott’s car. Chris lifted her suitcase out of the trunk and Y/N balked at the items below it, “when did you get our skis?”

“While you were complaining,” Scott smirked, pulling out the box of their ski clothes and boots and the long thin bag of skis. Scott and Chris made dragging the bags across the tarmac look easy as they handed them off to the small crew. The boys turned back to Y/N who was gaping at the jet.

Chris was watching Y/N’s awe with a smitten, far away look on his face; Scott grinned at his brother, briefly hugged him, and did the same with her before he jogged back to the car with Dodger, leaving the two at the foot of the stairs.

“Shall we?” Chris gestured to the stairs and her eyes widened further. He couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face; she’d always refused to take a private jet when he’d offered to coordinate one. She thought it was too much and over the top– and it often is– so she’d fly commercial, particularly as they so rarely got a chance to fly together. Usually, it was one of them flying to meet the other or Chris flying home with the occasional vacation mixed in.

“Seriously?” She clapped her hands together like an excited toddler and started up the stairs, warmly greeting the crew and babbling about the interior of the plane. “Where do we sit?”

Before he could answer, they were interrupted when the flight attendant offered to stow their coats; Chris pulled his puffer jacket off and handed it to her before reaching for Y/N and helping hers off her shoulders. His hands caught the soft fabric of her warm sweater and he let out an audible sigh; having his hands on her in any way brought him such comfort that he could feel his tension easing. After giving the attendants their coats, he was ready to give her his full attention when he turned back.

She’d wandered back to the plush sofa built into one of the walls and had dropped her tote bag on the seat. She was distracted as she hunched over it to root around– presumably for her book based on her usual flying habits– and Chris approached her, swatting her ass playfully and making her yelp.

“Christopher!”

When she turned to him, he immediately grasped her hips, rubbing his hands on the soft fabric and squeezing her hips firmly before planting a tender kiss on her lips, “I’m so happy to see you.” He muttered against her lips before kissing her again. He loved the feeling of her arms dragging up his shoulders to play in his hair. He loved the feeling of her body pressed into his. He missed it all so much when he was gone.

The older he got, and the deeper in love he fell with Y/N, the more he realized that his job was great, but he didn’t love it or the constant travel anywhere near as much as he loved her.

“Where are we going?”

“That,” he pecked her lips and started to pull away when he noticed the attendant returning with two glasses of champagne, “is still a surprise.” He took the glasses off the tray and held onto them while Y/N got situated on the sofa, buckling her seatbelt as instructed, and then holding the glasses while Chris did the same. They toasted each other and their time together before another kiss and a deep pull of the fizzing drink. Y/N tucked her legs up, leaning her body into Chris and enjoying being close to him and wrapped up in his smell. She always missed him while he was away working, but the way his smell slowly started to dissipate from the sheets, the t-shirt she slept in, and the house while he was gone was always the most noticeable difference.

For the duration of the flight they were wrapped up in each other, Y/N’s book laying forgotten on her lap. They chatted, they pressed into each other, and they made out; Chris had found a blanket and wrapped them both in it while they watched the snow-covered descent. It was dusk when they disembarked and walked across the small tarmac to the waiting, warm SUV where their luggage had already been loaded.

“Do you know where we are?” Chris finally asked with a smirk, holding her hand in the back seat while the driver navigated the snowy roads.

She peered out the window, squinting in the setting sun for road signs or clues. Coming up empty, she finally shook her head, “no idea. I’m assuming this is the part where one of you murders me.”

Chris chuckled, “no, bun, look,” he pointed out the window behind her and she turned to crane her neck at the sign of the hotel they were approaching.

“Shut up,” Y/N said slowly before repeating, “SHUT UP!” with more excitement. “I haven’t been back here since…”

“Since President’s Day Weekend 1997?”

“It’s President’s Day Weekend,” she mused, her eyes widening. “Oh, this is so sweet!” She pulled him towards her to kiss as they pulled into the Lodge at Killington Ski Resort. The driver held the door open when they arrived at the side entrance and Chris donned his usual Bruins hat pulled low over his eyes before he got out. He held out his hand to Y/N and guided her into the building and they quietly checked in, Chris requesting that their luggage be brought up to the room.

Y/N was surprised when the manager walked around the counter and escorted them to their room, taking them down the same passageway they'd entered, across an outdoor alcove, and into another building. After a set of elevators and a few twisting hallways, she swiped the key card and pushed open the doors; Chris put one hand on the small of Y/N’s back as he shook hands with the manager, presumably with a tip in hand, and thanked her before she quietly exited the suite.

“Babe, this is beautiful,” Y/N stepped away from him towards the windows that were thrown open to catch the twinkling of the lights on the lift and the reflection of the moon on the snow where their room overlooked the mountains. She felt him approach her from behind, wrapping his burly arms around her center and resting his chin on her shoulder. She nestled into his embrace and heaved a heavy sigh, “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but thank you.”

Chris pulled her to face him so quickly that she let out a gasp. He held her fast around the waist and looked at her carefully. “You didn’t have to do anything to deserve this. I’d give you the goddamn moon if I could, Y/N. You deserve so much more than I can give you but I’m so grateful you love me.”

Y/N was stunned and raised her hands to his cheeks, caressing the brustle of his beard, “is everything okay?” She noticed his eyes watering and he started to avoid her eye contact. “Chris?” She asked again, pulling his face towards her but he fluttered his eyes closed. “What’s going on?”

He forced a laugh, “nothing.” She knew it was a fake laugh and she knew it was a fake response but she decided not to press the issue, just giving him one last curious look before pressing up to kiss his lips gently and then turning in his arms to lean back against him. His grasp tightened and she swore she heard him sniffle when he settled his chin back on her shoulder again after kissing the crook of her neck and shoulder.

Neither of them was sure how long they stood there, but it was the rumbling in Y/N’s stomach that alerted them to the need for dinner. They opted for room service and were surprised by its speed. After scarfing it down, Chris suggested they finish their bottle of wine out in their private deck jacuzzi.

Y/N donned her simple blue bathing suit and wrapped in a fluffy resort robe to slip out onto the cold deck. Chris was facing the mountains and lounging casually in the warm water when he heard the french doors shut and turned his attention to Y/N just in time to see the robe drop and the cheeky cut of her bathing suit when she bent to drape it over the bench where his already was. He groaned, thinking of how long it had been since he had his hands on her and his fingers, his tongue, his cock inside of her…

“Bun, you look good enough to eat,” he said as he moved to the side and held her hand while she stepped in. The moan she made as the warm water hit her body and soothed her tired muscles didn’t help him calm down.

“As much as I love you and miss you, Christopher, a good makeout is the best you’re going to get tonight. Your girl is very tired,” she emphasized her point by scooting over in the seat to press her side into his and lean her head on his shoulder. He slid his arm around her shoulders and draped it over her, running his fingers lightly on her arms. He could feel the goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin.

“We’ve got a lifetime of sex, baby, I don’t need it every time I see you. I want it– I always want it– but I’m happy just sitting next to you.”

Y/N’s heart thundered at the word lifetime but she didn’t say anything, afraid to spook him. She’d been thinking about marriage for a while now; she was ready and she couldn’t picture her life without Chris in it now. But he shied away from the topic, always redirecting when it came up. He constantly reassured her that he loved her, that she was the only thing he wanted– he talked about the future regularly– but that word marriage seemed to freak him out. Plus, with the way he’d clammed up just an hour ago, she decided to let it pass.

Instead, she let her hand rest on his thigh under the water, the other holding her wine just above the water level and taking careful sips. Their conversation was whispered and full of long pauses while they took in the beautiful evening and each other’s presence. When the wine was gone, Chris pulled Y/N between his legs and started to run his hands up her waist, over her shoulders, gently kneading the muscles in her neck and back. The straps of her bathing suit fell away but neither of them fixed it. He slowly worked across her shoulders and neck, then down her back, occasionally leaning forward to press a kiss to a particularly tight knot before moving on to another. Y/N’s hands were grasping his thighs tightly, squeezing in time with the occasional sighs and moans she’d let out when he made a particularly good move. She could feel him twitching behind her but she chose to ignore it, knowing that she didn’t have the energy and he’d be lying if he said he did. He’d put his all into making love if they did, but they both needed this intimacy of the private moment exploring each other’s bodies more than they needed another carnal meeting.

When his hands slowed and trailed back to her waist– after brushing the sides of her breasts on the way south– she leaned back against him and turned her face to look at him. “My turn?”

“You don’t have to,” he whispered, taking advantage of her facing him to kiss her lips. “I wasn’t expecting anything.”

“All I’m promising is a massage, but I’m happy to do it.”

“Let’s go inside,” he pushed her up and held her waist while he stood. He exited the water and stepped out, wrapping himself in his robe before grabbing her hand and then helping her bundle. They scurried inside to avoid the cold and dried off the rest of the way before changing into dry clothes for sleep. “I swear I’m not looking for payback, Y/N, I just wanted to make you feel good.”

“And you did, and it won’t lead to sex, but I want to touch you for a while,” she pointed to the bed as he climbed on and lay face down. He felt her climb onto the bed and then straddle his back, sitting on top of his ass in her tiny sleep shorts. He could feel the warmth of her core pressing into his lower back. Her hands trailed the skin on his exposed back, starting with his lower back and making her way up his spine, gratefully working the muscles. By the time she reached his shoulders and neck, he was in a blissful state of relaxation and he almost missed the featherlight kisses she trailed down his spine before she crawled off and pulled back the covers.

Chris slowly worked his way under the covers and yanked her to him; by this point in their relationship, they didn’t sleep pressed against each other most nights. They were used to sleeping alone and the nights they slept against each other were usually just when they fell asleep naked, too tired to even get dressed after a romp.

But tonight, he needed her closeness. He needed to feel her and know that she wasn’t going anywhere, that she was his and only his.

They slept late and lazed about the suite, again opting for room service and reading in bed before they got ready for a day on the slopes. Chris had arranged all the lift tickets and necessities beforehand (or at least his assistant had), and they could just walk straight out to the lift and start their day. A day of laughing and competition built as they sped down the slopes, only stopping briefly for cheeseburgers and beer at the lodge before heading back out to burn off more fuel. They took to the skills park and tried to beat each other at everything, poking fun and making a light and special day they hadn’t gotten to spend with each other in so long.

So often their time together was squished in between their work schedules and regular daily life or surrounded by family for holidays; it had been ages since they just got to spend the time as the two of them. Towards sunset, they reached the bottom of a trail and Chris pulled off his goggles to catch her eye. “You wanna do one more run?”

“Yes, please,” Y/N grinned, heading towards the lift line and enjoying the pressure of Chris’s gloved hand on her back while they waited. It seemed that everyone had the same idea, so the line was longer than it had been, and Y/N could feel Chris’s impatience next to him.

“This is where we met,” she turned to him with a grin.

He hesitated and took everything in. Not one bit of it had changed. The creek and grind of the lift, the trees were more full but were all still there, and the most beautiful girl he’d ever met was there too. Neither one of them had paused all day to really think about it, but the glow of the setting sun, the feel of the end of a long day moving, and the nostalgia all kicked in at once. When Chris looked back at her, Y/N had tears streaming down her face.

“Baby?” He said quietly, getting as close as he could with the puffy coats and skis, “are you okay?”

“I just can’t believe we made it this far,” she breathed, laughing at herself and swiping at her eyes with her gloves. “Sorry. Just who knew those two idiots would end up living together.”

Chris pulled off his glove and used his cold fingers to pull her chin to face him. “Who would’ve thought those idiots would end up in love.” He kissed her so hard she nearly stumbled both with the physical and emotional impact of his words. “I love you, bunny,” he whispered against her lips when he kissed her again, only pulling away to move them forward in line.

They waited and then boarded the lift in silence, stealing glances at each other and grinning. When they got off at the top, Chris again pulled her as close as he could through the accessories and kissed her without another word. They moved away from each other and towards their favorite trail– still The Jug– and took it slowly and leisurely; Y/N still remembered her last run that day years ago and didn’t need another broken ankle.

They returned to their room and lounged around, Chris eventually showering while Y/N dozed by the fireplace. He roused her and convinced her to shower, telling her that when she got out, they’d make dinner plans. After luxuriating in the warm water for longer than she planned, Y/N exited the bathroom in the same fluffy robe she’d been wearing in the room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Chris was standing before her looking handsome in a sleek black suit and thin tie. If she’d been wearing panties, they would’ve been soaked immediately, and she couldn't stop her jaw from dropping.

“What– Chris– You look–” She stuttered while Chris laughed, adjusting his cuffs and watching her from under his lashes. He approached her slowly, putting his hands out to caress her hips and pull her to him.

Kissing her, he murmured, “Get dressed, baby, we have dinner reservations in 30 minutes.”

“I don’t have anything to wear that matches that!”

“Nothing black and velvet?” He asked with a crooked grin, “I’ve never seen it on you, just on the hanger in our closet. Wear it for me, please.”

Y/N’s throat was dry and she nodded vigorously. “30 minutes?”

“30 minutes,” he repeated, dipping his head to kiss her again. “I’ll get out of your way,” he murmured against her, squeezing her hips and then sliding down to squeeze her ass. She hurried back into the luxurious bathroom and got to work fixing her hair and putting on some makeup. She was grateful that she didn’t normally spend much time getting ready, so 30 minutes didn’t panic her as it would some of her girlfriends, but it was still a rush to get it all together.

When she stepped out of the bathroom in her svelte velvet dress and knee-high suede black boots, she knew how good she looked and she knew it would be all he could do not to fall at her feet. She was right; her heels clicked in the hallway of the suite as she came to the bedroom area and found him lounging across the king-sized bed scrolling his phone. She didn’t miss his eyes widening or him adjusting his slacks.

“Ready to go?”

“No,” he answered, swiftly sitting up, “I changed my mind.” Chris flew off the bed and started towards her, but Y/N stepped away and pulled her jacket out of the closet. He relented and helped her into it, but not before watching the way the muscles in her lower back moved when she slid into it.

Dinner was off the resort property so they climbed into a waiting car; Chris’s hand fell immediately to Y/N’s thigh in the back seat. She only had to swat it away once when it started to trail too high up her leg. After the short drive, they arrived at a lovely, beautifully lit restaurant nestled on the other side of the mountain.

Chris led her into the restaurant, the warmth of his hand bleeding through her thick peacoat as they walked to the hostess stand. It was cozy inside with exposed brick and lights strung across the bustling tables.

The hostess led them around a corner and up a secluded set of stairs. She pushed the door open and they entered a beautiful rooftop lounge overlooking the mountains. The whole area was empty but clearly expecting them as all five of the fire pits in the area were roaring. The table they approached was next to the biggest fire and had two large faux fur blankets waiting for them.

Chris shrugged off his jacket and then reached for hers. When she hesitated, he smiled softly, “I promise I’ll keep you warm,” and she relented and slipped out of the coat before sliding into the booth and close to the fireplace.

He draped one of the blankets across his shoulders and then reached across her back to drape it around her. Y/N busied herself spreading the second blanket across their laps and gladly accepted the hot toddy the waiter had ready. She snuggled into Chris’s side and he wrapped her up tightly, kissing her temple. When she finally relaxed and looked around, she took in the moon's reflection on the snowy mountain and the soothing sounds of the crackling fire.

“It’s beautiful here,” she looked up at Chris, who leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

“You are beautiful,” his lips were warm and tasted like the whiskey and cloves of his drink as he pressed his lips into hers one more time, holding her face to his by the back of her neck. Y/N grasped his thigh and sighed as he leaned back, “I love you,” he pecked her nose, “my sweet bunny.”

Under her hand, his phone vibrated in his pocket and she ignored it, grinning up at him, “thank you for this weekend.”

“Anything for you,” he finally felt it and leaned away from her, pulling his phone out, briefly checking the screen, and then dropping it on the bench. He returned his attention to her and then sipped their warm drinks while Y/N crossed her legs towards him, letting her top leg drape over his.

Eventually, the waiter came back with menus and warm bread and butter; they pursued in companionable silence when Chris’s phone started to vibrate on the bench. With a heavy sigh, he checked the screen and groaned, “it’s Megan, baby. She’s called twice now, and I blew her off yesterday too, do you mind if I just see what she wants? I’ll get rid of her quickly.”

“Of course,” Y/N waved him off, still scanning the menu while he answered his phone with a curt, “Meg, I’m at my anniversary dinner with Y/N, what’s up?”

Y/N grinned to herself. Anniversary dinner… she supposed it was their anniversary. 17 years ago this weekend Scott nearly killed her and sent them on this long journey to today. They hadn’t really celebrated an anniversary since they’d gotten together– they’d celebrated major milestones in their relationship like saying I love you and moving in together, but it had never occurred to either of them to discuss an actual anniversary date. Hearing Chris say that to Megan, and knowing that this was special to him, made Y/N’s heart ache with so much love for him.

When she pulled herself out of her daydream, she noticed Chris’s tense body next to her. His end of the conversation had been short, mostly listening to Megan, but his body language had changed drastically in the last thirty seconds.

“I don’t understand,” his voice was low and sharp and his free hand was clenched in a fist. “Can’t I just comment?”

Silence.

More silence, filled only with Chris trying to steady his breathing and the low murmur of Megan’s voice on the other end.

“What the fuck, how did this happen?” Megan’s response was short, and Chris heaved a heavy sigh, “but we both know that wasn’t what it was… is she commenting? So, I just have to let it happen? Are you fucking kidding me?” More waiting on Megan. He glanced over at Y/N and forced a strained smile. Y/N reached for him and unclenched his fist, sliding her hand into his. He squeezed it and held her eyes while he said to Megan, “I have to tell Y/N.”

His facial expression changed and he paused to listen to Megan, but he quickly furrowed his brows, “no, it should come from me. Thanks, Meg.” He hung up and scrubbed his hand over his face, then took a long pull from his drink and set the empty glass back on the table.

“Baby, some of the gossip rags are running a story. Meg is on it and trying to squash it and my legal team is working with her, but it’s already all over the internet.”

Y/N squared her shoulders and bit her lip, “… okay.”

“Remember a few weeks ago when I told you I’d run into Minka?” Y/N nodded, thinking back to Chris’s frantic phone call. He’d been so nervous; he’d called her from his trailer between shots to say that he’d heard Minka was filming something in Atlanta and one of his co-stars had run into her at a Starbucks. The co-star had invited her to a dinner the cast was having and Chris was so worried about Y/N’s reaction that he hadn’t waited for another second to get in touch.

Y/N had assured him that she trusted him wholeheartedly; she knew about his past as he did about hers, and she knew that in Hollywood, exes crossed paths by nature of the job. It was bound to happen and Y/N had encouraged him to go, to enjoy himself. They’d gone to dinner at a local restaurant- six of them in total, including Chris and Minka. He’d text her occasionally through dinner and sat on the other side of the round table from Minka, only engaging in polite small talk. He’d excused himself early to run an errand at a shop a few doors down from the restaurant and then head home. On the way out of the store, Minka had been waiting for her Uber. He’d stopped to wait with her– the first time they’d been alone all night– offered her a hug, put her in her car, and walked back to his rental.

“Apparently some paps got some pictures that look compromising and they’re running them.”

“How compromising?”

Chris winced at the same time that Y/N felt her phone vibrate for what felt like the 100th time since they sat down. She knew when she pulled it out of her clutch that it would be covered in texts and calls.

“Chris, how compromising?”

“Y/N, I love you and nothing happened, I swear it was nothing.”

“How. Compromising.”

“Chris?” Chris’s head snapped up when he heard the voice; he’d been grinning at his phone and the group chat from his siblings when Minka’s voice startled him.

“Mink, hey, what are you doing?” He shoved his phone in his pocket– the one that held his newest purchase.

“The corner by the restaurant was really crowded,” she shrugged, crossing her arms and smiling up at him, “I walked down here to wait for my Uber.”

“Did you know I was here?” He gestured at the store behind him, feeling suspicious.

She laughed, “I swear,” she threw up her hands in innocence, “I’m not stalking you. I thought you’d already gone home. I just didn’t want to wait in the crowd,” she pointed towards the group of people eating outdoors on the sidewalk surrounding the restaurant they’d just left.

He nodded, “so, how ya been?”

“You don’t have to wait with me, Chris. I’m a big girl. I know you didn’t want to see me tonight.” Her voice was tight and clipped.

“I’m not going to leave you here alone,” his tone matched hers.

“So did you want to see me tonight? Or were you avoiding me?”

He sighed, “I was avoiding you. I just don’t think it’s appropriate to spend time with you.”

“So go then,” she was clearly hurt and Chris, momentarily, felt guilty.

“Minka, I’m not leaving you standing here alone.” He repeated, “Ma would kill me.”

“Lisa does love me,” she grinned.

“She did.” Chris countered, “but she adores Y/N.”

“Right,” Minka dropped her gaze to her heels and kicked at a pebble on the sidewalk, “she’s the one from the ski trip right?”

Chris couldn't stop his grin or the words that tumbled out, “Yup,” he popped the ‘p’ before he continued, “she’s the one.”

Minka’s head snapped up at him, “the one? Like…” Chris nodded, his grin so huge it his face ached. She couldn't help but smile softly, “Is that why you were here?” She pointed at the store behind him. A local jewelry shop. Where he’d just picked up a custom-designed engagement ring.

“You’re going to propose to her?”

“We don’t have to talk about this.”

“When?” Her voice was soft, but she was smiling.

“President’s Day weekend. It’s when we met,” Chris was giddy with excitement as he pictured sliding the ring onto Y/N’s finger. He’d planned the whole weekend already and he couldn't wait for it to get here. “Do you– do you want to see it?”

Minka nodded, reaching out her hands; he pulled it out of his pocket, and with it came his phone, which crashed to the sidewalk next to him. He handed Minka the box and knelt to grab his phone, pausing to check it for damage and cursing lightly at the cracked screen.

“It’s gorgeous, Chris,” Minka grinned down at him, turning the box in her hand while she gazed at the ring. He rose and leaned over her shoulder to stare at it. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

A black car slid up to the sidewalk and Minka checked her phone, “that’s me,” she pointed, handing the box back to Chris, who pocketed it with his now broken phone. She hesitated before pressing a kiss to his cheek and wrapping him in a hug, “I’m glad you’re happy, Chris.” He released her and watched her step into the car, offering a final wave before driving off.

“They’re making it look like I proposed to her,” his voice was strained and he was rubbing his hands across his neck, his face, his thighs, anywhere he could reach. He wanted to reach out to her but he wasn’t sure if she’d take it.

She was silent for several seconds, staring at him with her mouth open. “How is that possible?”

“I haven’t seen the pictures, but I guess the angle they got, the expressions or something… Megan is on it. She’s trying to get Minka’s team to comment. I’m sorry, baby, this isn’t how I pictured this night going.”

Y/N shook her head, “yeah, me either, what the fuck, Chris. What were you doing with Minka that could possibly be twisted into a proposal?”

“Bunny, it was so innocent. I don’t know how they spun it.” Chris was drenched in sweat; the engagement ring in his pocket felt like it weighed 1000 pounds and his chest ached to watch the different emotions cross Y/N’s face.

She reached for her phone and started to click through notifications. Everyone she knew– everyone she knew, including Chris’s siblings– had texted her. She went for Scott’s first.

Scott: you know him and you trust him, Megan will make it go away. Y/N: send me the picture Scott: that doesn’t seem like a good idea Y/N: I’m going to search it if you don’t. Please, Scott.

There was a pause when Scott sent a screenshot of the story. The headline read “Exclusive: Chris Evans and Minka Kelly: Engaged at Long Last!” and the picture did indeed appear to be a grinning Chris and Minka standing outside a jewelry shop in Atlanta. Minka had a black ring box in her hand and Chris was kneeling in front of her.

“Chris,” Y/N whispered and handed him the phone. She was trying not to cry while she tried to determine what was the reality of all of this. She knew that the paparazzi twisted everything. She knew that the gossip magazines would make anything into a story. She knew she’d been dragged around the internet a few times for being seen kissing Chris at baseball games and the supermarket.

She also knew that Chris had “claimed” her– they lived together, and Megan and Chris had both confirmed the relationship. Her name had never, to her knowledge, been officially released, but her picture certainly had. Since they’d moved in together, he hadn’t had a premiere, but they’d already discussed the plans for the next several: she’d walk the red carpet with him. Y/N knew her place in his world and tried to remain calm but this picture, their expressions, Chris on his knees… it was hard to keep her resolve.

Taglist: @bellaireland1981 @before-we-get-started @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @elrw244 @maylaysia109 @royalwritersoftheuniverses

#chrisevans #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfic #chris evans series #chris evans fluff #chris evans angst #chris evans smut

[choppedupnotkilled]

Okay so I've never watched or read any version of Scott Pilgrim and I mostly only know the basic premise but

Little Shop Scott Pilgrim AU

Seymour already has to fight Audrey's abusive boyfriend before he can date her and she definitely had a lot of abusive exes before him

Maybe he's killing them and feeding them to Twoey for the same reasons as in canon

It goes Orin (started cheating on her with Arthur under the logic of 'it's totally not gay if I'm toping' while still freaking the hell out over it being gay, got caught by her, and in his panic/anger effectively broke up with her by yelling at her to never enter his line of sight ever again or tell anyone about this because he really doesn't want to face her now that she knows) →

Mushnik (she said yes to him asking her out because she doesn't ever turn people down when she's single but the relationship fizzled out partially because he's aroallo/has some shred of decency somewhere that causes him to feel bad about torturing his semi-son by dating the love of his life in front of him) →

chorus girls (went to high school with her and briefly managed to recruit her into the polycule before she dropped out due to finances/started working at The Gutter and spending most of her time and energy keeping a roof over her head/mostly lost contact with them because of this) →

I have an OC named Emily who is one of Seymour's moms and works at The Gutter (she's trans and his other mom also worked at The Gutter but got killed by a customer for rejecting him when he was very young and Emily decided to give Seymour up to the Skid Row Home for Boys so that he wouldn't have an association with The Gutter looming over him and putting him in danger like it put his moms in danger) and given how few characters there are in Little Shop I might as well have her be one of the exes, I've only ever written/conceptualized of her as Audrey's friend but it would be really funny if she dated Seymour's mom before him, maybe the relationship fizzled out because Emily could tell she was pining for this 'cute... well, sort of' coworker of hers at her day job and didn't want to get in the way (she doesn't realize that that coworker is actually her son because the Skid Row Home for Boys changed his name), there's a lot of dramatic potential with Seymour facing off against his mom, that could be taken in a lot of directions →

Patrick Martin, he swooped in and asked Audrey out immediately after her relationship with Orin was over, either before the events of the movie or very early on in it he asks her to move in with him to a very nice house that he owns in urban NYC due to being the CEO of a company (I know he's not the CEO in canon but my version of the character is) and she agreed despite very much not wanting to move away from Seymour, maybe she can visit him in dreams like Ramona does I really don't know anything about Scott Pilgrim, anyway Seymour now needs to defeat her six exes/current partner to date her, eventually it's revealed that Patrick and Twoey started working together and Patrick has leaf cuttings from him that he's gonna develop into little Twoeys and sell and Seymour and Audrey have to fight against both of them to save the world

That doesn't have to be the order in which he kills them that's pretty much just the order I thought of them in, realistically the order in which she dated them would be the chorus girls → Emily → Mushnik → Orin → Patrick

If anyone who's actually seen some/all of the versions of Scott Pilgrim is interested in this feel free to expand on/alter it/offer any thoughts

#proship #proshipper safe #lsoh #little shop of horrors #scott pilgrim #scott pilgram #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgram vs the world #personal post #audrey lsoh #seymour lsoh #orin lsoh #mr. mushnik #patrick martin #chorus girls #lsoh twoey #arthur denton #oc #original character #seymour x audrey #audrey x orin #orin x arthur denton #audrey x patrick martin #lsoh au

[raenavolante]

Some Antfrost facts:

Starting simple:

-he has a twin. Yes. (Ant is younger and shorter)

-his birthday is in August, not November

Okay. Now that that’s out of the way:

-dream taught him minecraft parkour years ago

-he enjoys hiking

-his dad and brother(craftclan) watch his mcc pov live

-he and craft, as toddlers, tried to shove a cat down a laundry shute

-he prefers online classes to in person, but also says he ‘doesn’t have to do anything’ during in person classes

-he tends to leave things in his office for long periods of time (this is about the hot sauce, yes)

-velvet was his first crush, and subsequently his first boyfriend

-he grew up Christian

-he played like… every sport as a child

-he started developing allergies around 8-10 years old

-he wasn’t much of a dog person until he met velvet

-when he’s drunk he’s either very nsfw or extremely romantic (wedding talk vs simping for league characters)

-he moved around a lot as a young kid, he lived in Maine for a few years before moving to Virginia and then eventually California last year

-he’s very close with his mother

-he loves velvets parents and can’t wait for them to be his official in-laws

-on top of his gluten and lactose allergies, he also has a mild peanut allergy

-speaking of allergies, he’s never been tested for celiac, but his doctor told him to live like he does due to the severity

-he would love to try Taco Bell because of how passionate velvet is about it

-his cat Floof used to have a sister

-Frannie is his favourite over Finley

-he lurks in quackity’s chat fairly often despite not speaking Spanish

-he has 2 monitors and wants a third but hasn’t gotten around to it yet

-he’s terrible at remembering ages. He couldn’t even remember his own

-apparently the only way to tell him and craft apart as kids was his mole on his lip

-he’s embarrassed to admit he and velvet technically e-dated for three months before becoming long distance

-he is not, in fact, a furry [allegedly]

-he would prefer a simple gold ring to a fancy one

-also he would like a smaller wedding

-and to propose to velvet after velvet proposes to him

-he’s in no rush to get married but will say yes no matter what

-he’s talked a lot about wedding stuff if you couldn’t tell

-promised he would kiss Scott Smajor. Unless something happened at twitchcon, he has not done so yet

-velvet has changed his political views a lot, for the better (his words)

-he shoved some stuffed animals in a bag 10 years ago. This bag remains unopened and sits in the background of his streams.

-his facecam is a few pixels too far left to fit fully in frame. I hate this.

-he would wear one of gumis outfits if given the chance

-he doesn’t understand why people care so much about height (hes 5”7)

-he recognizes most regular chatters by name and talks to us in his discord

-he’s expressed discomfort with people shipping him with people other than red, but when it comes to bbh x ant he is extremely vocal about finding it weird. (Valid)

-one of his friends pushed him to confess to velvet

-he did in fact make the first move in their relationship

-his response to “you make the same face in every photo” is “yeah, I’ve been told.”

-Frannie[the dog] shoves him to the edge of the bed

-he absentmindedly plays with velvets hair a lot

-thinks velvet is ‘hot as fuck’ with a beard

-he used to go to the gym regularly before the pandemic

-he’s read fanfic about him and velvet (hey mello)

-his grandma is German, and her accent comes out when she yells

-that fact came up when telling the story of nanafrost walking in on her grandson and his ‘bestie’ sharing a bed

-he uses pet names more than velvets actual name irl

-they both use ‘cutie’ because velvet didn’t like ‘babe’

There’s more I could add but. I’ll stop for now. Friends feel free to add more ant facts

#antfrost #velvetiscake #fun facts #rae’s writings

[martianbugsbunny]

Guilt (It's Gonna Last Forever)—A Scogan Fic

*sashays in wearing yellow spandex and blue sparkles* haha remember in that other fic when Logan was mortally dreading the idea of accidentally stabbing Scott in his sleep? well I just can't leave well enough alone so I made a fic out of that. You can view it as a sequel or you can read it as a standalone, it's good either way. It also does not have a conclusive ending, so you have to either let Scott die or be saved in your own brain (unless I do a sequel at some point).

Read on and enjoy!

Logan ran down the concrete hall, barefoot, barely feeling the cold against the absolute agony and rage that bubbled up from his marrow and strained against the brand-new adamantium coverings of his bones, nowhere to go to escape—and he wasn’t sure he wanted it to. No, Logan held that rage in his core, letting it burn him up from the inside because he knew the only people it could hurt were outside of his body.

When his claws extended from between his fingers at the first sound of approaching footsteps, Logan was caught off guard by their new silvery sheen. The things protruding from his body weren’t his.

Terror began to climb up the scaffolding of anger. The fingers of one hand scrabbled at the back of the other, as though Logan could rip the claws out and start over with the bone that did belong to him, shaking.

And then he caught…the scent of blood.

He hadn’t hurt anyone yet.

“Logan!”

He woke to a voice crying his name, sounding strangled and stunned and…betrayed.

Oh, no.

Logan pulled his claws out of Scott’s gut, instantly drawing them back into his hands, a fear worse than the remembered terror of his dream crawling up his throat. The damage had already been done; the soft flesh of Scott’s stomach had dissected easily beneath sharpened adamantium, and blood was beginning a slow ooze from the six distinctive wounds.

Scott clutched at Logan’s forearms, his breathing coming in harsh, shallow bursts as he began to comprehend exactly what had happened to him. No, not what had happened—what Logan had done.

“I’m so sorry.” The words weren’t enough; Logan knew they weren’t enough. His voice was cracked. The smell of Scott’s blood was seeping into Logan’s brain, and his blood smelled exactly like any other blood. For some reason that seemed unfair. He meant more to Logan than anyone alive; surely he should be able to sense some tiny difference—but no, it was just hot and red and full of iron, thick and sluggish as it seeped from Scott’s body and pulled his life away with it.

“Scott, you have to hold on,” he said urgently, shaking Scott a little. “Don’t let go of me.”

His response was weak. His grip on Logan’s arms had been going slack, but he tightened his fingertips just a bit, trying pathetically to dig into the skin and follow Logan’s command.

“Somebody help!” Logan yelled, his mind beginning to flick back to the last time he’d been responsible for something like this. Then, he’d hurt a person who could steal his healing powers for herself; now, he’d hurt a person who was utterly incapable of helping himself to heal. “Damnit, I need help!”

The seconds seemed to tick by as moments. Logan felt Scott’s fingers start to shake, his palms turning clammy, sweat pooling between his skin and Logan’s, but he didn’t let go. Logan clutched Scott close, as though by pressing their bodies together he could staunch the blood or force it back into Scott’s veins.

Finally (how long had it been? minutes? an hour? it was too dark and everything was too much to tell) the door burst open and Storm dashed in, stopping just over the threshold when she saw what was going on. Moments later, in a cloud of dark smoke, Kurt appeared beside her, his yellow eyes full of a compassion Logan didn’t feel he deserved.

Then Kurt’s arms were around Scott, and they both disappeared, leaving Logan sitting there helpless on the bed with his tank top bloodstained and his heart pounding so hard his chest hurt, tears stinging his eyes.

“I didn’t know,” he said, half to Storm and half to himself. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

#Logan howlett #Scott summers #scogan #wolverine #cyclops #Scott x logan #Logan x scott #wolverine x cyclops #cyclops x wolverine #xmen #xmen movies #xmen original trilogy #angst #angst without an ending #haha #tw: blood #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #ororo munroe #storm #martianbugsbunny writes fic

[spookyblazecoffee]

Distance

Liam knew there was a distance growing between him and Isaac multiple times before Isaac moved. He just didn't expect it to get as bad as it did.

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"Hey, Izzy wanna play Stramash* with Jordan and I?" Liam asks one day after their father died.

"I can't Li, I'm busy… sorry." Isaac responds.

"It’s alright! We'll just play with mama or dad." Liam says, "Next time though, right?" he adds, Isaac feels a slight tug on his chest.

"Yeah. Next time…" he answers.

Liam notices that he didn’t hear Isaac’s bedroom door open all night.

Next time never happened.

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Another day, Liam wanted to show Isaac a story from one of his books, so he went to Isaac’s room. He wasn't there, so Liam went downstairs thinking he was in the living room or the kitchen.

When Liam couldn't find Isaac, he went into his mama’s office.

"Liam, what are you doing mo chridhe?**" Jenna asks, looking at her youngest.

"Have you seen Iz? I want to show him something, but I can't find him." Liam responds.

"I believe he went out with his friends Erica and Boyd." Jenna answers.

"Oh…" Liam says quietly, "I'll go back to reading my book then." he adds, trying not to cry.

"What's the book about, dear?" Jenna asks sweetly.

"The dancing plague of 1518." Liam answers bluntly before leaving the room.

He reads the rest of his book in Isaac’s room that night. He has a nightmare of a snake-like monster slashing Isaac across his torso and Isaac getting paralyzed when he falls asleep.

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It happens again a week later…

"Hey, Iz…" Liam starts, knowing what’s most likely going to happen.

"Yeah, Liam?" Isaac questions softly.

"Wanna go stargazing with Mama, dad, and I? They say Saturn will be visible and that there's going to be a lunar eclipse…" Liam asks, moving from the balls of his feet to his tip toes multiple times.

"Can't, sorry… next time, though. Okay?" Isaac responds, looking guiltily at his baby brother.

"Yeah, I guess…" Liam says, looking sadly at the floor. "You're still coming to my game tomorrow night, right?" Liam wonders.

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world." Isaac answers, smiling sadly, but Liam doesn't see it because he's still staring at his feet.

Liam goes downstairs to see his parents and his dog waiting by the door.

"Where’s your brother, Liam?" David asks, concerned.

"He can't make it… he'll try to next time, though!" Liam answers, putting Cernunnos on his leash and walking out the door.

While they're walking towards the small field Liam and his brothers would play in when they were younger, Cernunnos slips out of his collar, forcing Liam to run after him.

"Liam, dear, let him go. He'll come back soon. And if he doesn't, we know our way around here, we'll find him." Jenna shouts after her youngest. Liam hangs his head and walks back to his parents.

3rd person, Isaac

Scott, Isaac, and Derek are chasing Deucalion through the trees surrounding them when Isaac hears a familiar accent and barking in the direction Deucalion is running toward.

Shit! he thinks, stopping in his tracks as he hears Deucalion say: "Well, hello there, little pup. What's your name?" he starts to run again, faster than he was before, concerning Scott and Derek.

He catches up to Deucalion but makes sure that no one outside of the treeline can see him.

"Give me the dog." Issac says, making Deucalion quirk an eyebrow.

"And why should I?" Deucalion asks, "I can sense its owners are nearby. I thought I should bring it to them…" he continues before Cernunnos barks at Isaac.

"You do that, but afterwar-" Isaac starts.

"Yes, I know, afterward I'm going to be chased again." Deucalion says, straightening his cane and walking towards Isaac’s family.

3rd person, Liam

"Hello? Is anyone over here?" a voice yells from behind the treeline.

"Cernunnos!" Liam shouts, "How did you find him?" he asks the man in front of him.

"Little guy just came right up to me, I almost hit the troublemaker with my cane." Deucalion responds and Liam giggles, "Well, I have to go… I'll see you around." he adds, ruffling Cernunnos' fur before turning back to the woods before he walks off into the trees.

Liam feels a little less alone in this world when he sees that same man again a week later.

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The last time it happens is the night Isaac left for France.

"Hey, wanna come with me to take Cernunnos on a walk? We can look at the stars…" Liam asks, and Isaac doesn't even answer. He just shrugs.

Liam didn't know what was happening to his brother, but he wanted to help.

"Or we could watch The Princess Bride…" Liam suggests, knowing how much Isaac loves it. Once again, silence. "Or play a game? Or make a cake? Or help Nan make Jordan a gift for his upcoming birthday?" Liam says, hoping to get an answer. Nothing.

"Are you okay, bub?" Liam asks, "You've been acting weird lately." he adds, with concern on his face.

"I'm fine… I'm just tired." Isaac says.

Liar. Liam thinks, but he doesn't say it out loud.

They had gone out the night before for dinner with Jordan, just the three of them, but Isaac had been quiet almost the whole time

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The next morning, Liam had woken up to see a note on his desk, and Isaac not in his bed.

The note said:

I'm sorry, Li, I had to leave. I know I said we would go together, but I can't stay in this town a minute longer. I hope you can forgive me for leaving and for pushing you away over this last year. I know it will take some time, but I would like to talk with you like we used to when we were younger. So whenever you can find time to do so, call me, please. I love you, bub

-Isaac

@tw1ggy14

*Scottish board game

**My heart

#Teen Wolf #Liam Dunbar #Isaac Lahey #Jenna Geyer #David Geyer #Jordan Parrish #Lahey Brothers (but only three of them) #Scott McCall #Deucalion Teen Wolf #Erica Reyes #Vernon Boyd #Boyd Teen Wolf

[stilesstilinski1111]

Guys I noticed somhing while rewatching and reading/writing fanfiction for stiles and his romance in Teen Wolf. Stiles doesn't get jealous. I'm not saying he doesn't have jealous feelings, he just never expresses his jealousy in any way. I'm not trying to talk bad on any fanfiction that people write woth him jealous, it just seems wrong to me when I read it. And I've realized why.

For context I'm rewatching season 4 and mostly thinking about Lydia's past relationships and Stiles' relationship with Malia.

In season 1, he seems to express jealousy against Jackson for dating lydia. But I disagree. I think Stiles has a good sense of people, and he simply hates Jackson, he's a jerk. And because of it Lydia is in a toxic relationship. Idk if he consciously recognizes that, but he cares about Lydia, he doesn't want to tell her who to like/date but he also recognizes it's not healthy for her. It's more "Lydia you can do better" not "Lydia pick me, not Jackson". For more examples of this, the behavior between Stiles and Aiden. He only expresses negative behaviour only when the twins are trying to manipulate and threaten Scott. He backs off when they work to change for the better, and never really interfered with Lydia's relationship with him.

In season one, I think he expresses his interest in Lydia more freely. When season 2+ happens he backs off on expressing interest and only works to make sure she's happy, and safe. He really only does everything he can to protect her and make sure she's happy.

Now, stiles relationship with Malia. Again I can't remember much what happens in s5 and 6, I'm rewatching it. But it seems we don't see much of Stiles side of the relationship with her. In my opinion, I think Stiles is looking out for her like he does everyone in his friend group (which even includes Derek somehow). I'm not saying he doesn't love her like that, I just think he mostly likes the fact she likes him. If you notice, Malia is the biggest instigator to any sort of physical contact. She's the protector, the big spoon, the one to sneek into his room at night, etc. And Stiles mostly just looks out for her and help her fit in. For example, he keeps the secret over father from her, and they had a falling out. I'm not saying any of things are nessisarily bad, it can even develop into a romantic relationship quite easily. I'm saying, he doesn't express the same feelings like he had with Lydia in the past. For example He would often over think gifts for her on her birthday, or be overly ecstatic over taking her to the dance. To name a few. After the two (Malia and Stiles) temporarily broke up in s4, they both struggled to communicate. Malia had every right to be upset, but they only talked things out when Scotts mom locked them in a room together. At that point, the point we're they communicated, was the point where I thought their relationship had more to it than the simple give and take it was based on before. (In all honesty I think it started out as trauma bonding an nothing more).

The only time he shows anger is when someone he cared about was in danger. Romantically, it was whenever Lydia or Malia was in danger. He only ever expressed concern for their safety, not jealousy in who they expressed interest in. Example was when he yelled at Lydia in s1 when she worried about Jackson, but Jackson was on a murder spree. He was trying to express that wounds hurt more than the person they were inflicted on. He was telling her he cared, when all she wanted to do was risk everything, even her life, for Jackson. It wasn't in jealousy of Jackson, it was fear for her safety.

What I'm trying to say is, Stiles had a low self esteem issue. I know this isn't a huge shocker.

But he probably thought he didn't deserve any romances. His romantic interest in Lydia in season1 never escalated. It only developed somewhat in later series because Lydia got cought up in Stiles' n Scott's and supernatural issues. Stiles thinks so little of himself he doesn't blame people leaving him. He'd never abandon a friend but he'd never expect more than being a decent friend from them. Stiles is too passive to make rude remarks, or passive aggressive actions on people's romantic decisions. He's too passive to try and make them stay. He's ok with people simply being friends and nothing more, because he doesn't think he should deserve more than that.

In s3 He began expressing no disappointment for his own death after he was split with the nogitsune and dying, as long as he wouldn't be the cause of his friends pain. And it broke my heart because no one told him otherwise. Well, except Scott, who tried his best to stick his neck out for stiles. Except, Stiles would die for his friends. Scott just wouldn't ever give up on his friends. And what I remember in s5 was Scott even held to his own values above his friendship. So I kinda have mixed feelings that I will not get into rn.

Stiles constantly risks his life. He constantly tries his absolute best. He always puts his friend's needs first, and will drop everything to come to their aid. And he would rather die first than witness or be the cause of their suffering or death.

I'm not really expecting anybody to go to quite that extent of extremes for stiles, I just want Stiles to get a happy ending. That's all. They kinda didnt do that. I personally have a small grudge against Lydia for only realizing how important he was only when he was gone. She would always turn to him at her lowest points, because he'd always be there for her. But then run off with someone else. He doesn't deserve that.

I just want someone to love the little idiot, and for him to realize he's worth the love. And if nothing else, learn a little self love.

#teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #stiles stilinski #Stiles #thoughts #stiles

[drabbles-mc]

One Day

EZ Reyes & Angel Reyes & Sister!OFC (Daniela Reyes) ft. Coco Cruz

Inspired by Day 15 of the August Prompts: bubbles

Warnings: language, family angst, alcohol

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I’ve had Daniela’s and Coco’s backstory planned out in my head for a while now and when I sat down to write this it made me realize that I’ve never actually had the two of them interacting in a story before. There will probably be more of that to come. Both Reyes brothers are in this but it definitely focuses more on Daniela’s relationship with EZ. I just. I love them. Enjoy the Reyes family drama!

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Daniela had texted her brothers the second she went on break at the hospital. They were no strangers to baby-sitting their niece, and nothing had ever gone wrong while they were watching her. Still, Daniela couldn’t stop herself from texting to check in and make sure that everything was going alright.

She no sooner set her phone down on the table and picked up her water bottle when her phone started to vibrate in the tabletop. Flipping it over, she couldn’t help but to be a little nervous when she saw Angel's name flashing across the screen, his contact photo that was a picture of him and niece staring Daniela in the face as she hit the accept button.

“Hey, all good?” she asked immediately.

“Yea,” he chuckled, “Why you always gotta assume something’s wrong?”

She sighed, “Self-preservation. Also, in my defense, I just texted to check in and you immediately called me. Sorry if that made me a little nervous.”

“Alright, alright,” she could picture the way Angel was probably rolling his eyes at her, “I wanted to ask you somethin’, but I didn’t wanna call you while you’re working.”

“What’s up?”

He hesitated, like he already knew that the question already wasn’t going to go over well, “I was just wondering if EZ and I could bring Ana to the clubhouse today.”

Daniela let out a long, exasperated sigh, “Angel…”

“C'mon, Dani. The guys miss her. Plus Creep's kids are gonna be there for a little while so she’ll have kids to play with. It’ll get her out of the house.”

“You reading all these reasons off a list in front of you?” she joked.

He laughed, “Nah, but I’ve been brainstorming all morning.”

She took a moment to really think about her answer to the question, “Is Coco gonna be there?”

“Dani—”

“Answer the fucking question, Angel,” she wasn’t yelling, just tired of the stress of the situation.

“Yea,” he said after a beat, “he's gonna be there,” he heard her taking a deep breath, most likely gearing up to argue, so he started up again before she could, “But EZ and I are gonna be there. And the rest of the guys, like I said. C'mon, ‘mana, just for a couple hours.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Daniela mulled it over. She knew that realistically there was only so long she could go handling things the way that she had been. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, even if she didn’t want to admit that to herself.

“Fine,” she huffed, “But I’m picking her up from the clubhouse. And if I hear any sort of sideways shit—”

Angel didn’t let her finish the sentence, “You got it. Thank you, Dani. Seriously,” it was the most earnest he’d sounded with her in a long time.

“Love you,” she meant it, despite the exhaustion in her voice.

“Love you too.”

When she hung up the phone with Angel, she immediately sent another text, this one just to EZ outside of their sibling group chat, “keep a close eye on Ana at the clubhouse today please. I don’t wanna regret saying yes to this.”

She knew that she could trust EZ with the situation in a way that she couldn’t quite trust Angel. Angel loved her, and Ana, and he would take a thousand bullets for either of them. Daniela didn’t doubt any of that. But she also knew how torn Angel had been as the entire situation between his sister and his MC brother crumbled in the worst of ways. He wasn’t going to turn his back on family, but he also couldn’t pretend that he didn’t still have his love for Coco. That was his best friend, he couldn’t just bail on him either. He never blamed Daniela for how she was handling the situation, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that he struggled with it a lot, being put between the two of them.

EZ didn’t share that same sense of inner turmoil. His lines in the sand were firm and impossible to miss. He didn’t have many positive feelings left for Coco, not after what the man had put his sister and his niece through. They still shared the club, and EZ was thankful that he was so good at compartmentalizing, otherwise the tension would’ve caused it all to start unraveling. Outside of Templo, or other explicit club business, the two of them didn’t talk. Coco used to try and mend that bridge, but he quickly realized how futile it was. EZ would come around when EZ was ready to, if he was ever ready to.

Daniela knew all of that. Which was why she knew that if anything happened that was even borderline not okay, EZ would step in to stop it, or at the very least tell her about it when she came to pick Ana up.

“I got you. Love you"

She sighed in relief at his text, sending back a quick, “love you too" before finally allowing herself to take a bite of her lunch.

When her shift was over, the drive from the hospital to the clubhouse felt like it took way longer than it used to. Maybe this time it was because deep down she was dreading it. The only times she’d set foot on club turf over the last year or so was when someone needed to get patched up, and even then she was in and out as quickly as possible. It wasn’t a social place for her anymore.

She rolled into the lot and parked her car, taking a deep breath as she fought the urge to rest her head against the steering wheel. It couldn’t be that bad, she reassured herself, there was no way it was going to be as bad as some of the scenarios that her brain was conjuring up. She took a moment to redo her ponytail, and it hit her that maybe she should’ve changed out of her scrubs before driving over, but it was too late now. Grabbing her phone and taking her keys out of the ignition, she opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Small puffs of dust kicked up around her sneakers when they hit the ground. She wondered how many deep breaths it would take to get herself to actually calm down. Looking around, she noticed how quiet the yard seemed, which wasn’t at all what she remembered it being like. She wondered if some of the guys were out of town.

When she got a little closer to the clubhouse, that’s when she started to hear the laughter and the conversations. She could pick Ana’s laugh out of a crowd with no effort at all, and the sound brought her a small sense of peace. If nothing else, her little girl was at least having a good time. She glanced up at the deck, trying to get a good look at everyone who was there. She spotted Ana immediately as she ran up and down the length of the deck, along with Angel and EZ. Bishop was there too, and Gilly. Her steps faltered slightly when her eyes landed on Coco, who hadn’t seen her yet. The few seconds between her noticing him and him noticing her were going to be some of the longest seconds of her life.

Ana skidded to a stop when she saw Daniela walking over, her already bright smile growing even brighter, “Mommy!” she took off down the steps and ran to her mother.

Daniela laughed, feeling a little more at-ease as she crouched down to catch the running hug her daughter was bringing her way, scooping her up and swinging her around before settling the little girl on her hip. Daniela kissed the side of her head, “Hey, chiquita!” she kissed her again, “You have a good day with your tíos?”

“Yea!” she squirmed in her mother’s arms for a moment before hopping back down to the ground, doing her best to take Daniela’s hand in her won and pulling her back towards the step, “Tío EZ got a bubble gun!”

Daniela laughed as the two of them walked up the steps together, “Oh, did he?” she looked over at her brother, “Something tells me he might’ve already had that on-hand.”

EZ chuckled, smiling as he shook his head, “Nah, but I wasn’t going to say no to a reason to go and grab one,” he stepped in to hug her, “Hey, Dani.”

She hugged him tightly with the arm that her daughter wasn’t pulling on, “Thank you, Ezekiel,” her voice was soft enough that no one else could hear it.

She greeted Angel too, or she tried to as best she could between Ana’s excited rambles about everything that they had been up to that day. She talked about the kids who had been there earlier, how much fun they’d had running around playing tag and catch. She talked about how Chucky had made cookies to share with everyone, that she even got to have one before lunch. She casually peppered in, “Daddy let me sit on his motorcycle!” before diverting right off to the next point, already shifting her excitement to the aforementioned bubble gun that EZ had gotten.

She fought to tune into the rest of the things that Ana was saying as her own thoughts began to spin out. Turning, she looked back over her shoulder to see Coco standing there watching the two of them talk and interact. She could see all of the different emotions that were swirling around in his mind. The two of them hadn’t said a single word to each other but Daniela still felt herself getting choked up.

EZ clocked the entire thing. And, as much as he didn’t really want to leave his sister and Coco by themselves, he knew that their first real conversation in well over a year probably shouldn’t take place within earshot of their daughter. So, in an attempt to distract Ana, he crouched down, loudly whispering to her that the two of them should try to run down Angel and get him with the bubble gun. It was an idea that she little girl was all too excited to take EZ up on. She managed to get out an, “I’ll be right back,” between giggles as she let go of Daniela’s hand and ran with EZ after her other uncle. Daniela watched them for a moment, a soft smile on her face before she returned her attention to the other matters at hand.

Taking in a deep breath to try and give herself an extra boost of confidence, she crossed the deck so that she was standing in front of Coco. He could see the conflicting emotions on her face and it broke his heart. It’d been so long and yet here they still were, still struggling to figure it all out. Daniela wanted to be the first one to say something, but she couldn’t force the words out.

“Thanks,” Coco nervously fussed with the pack of cigarettes in his hand, “’Preciate you lettin’ Angel bring her over.”

She nodded, “Yea. N-no problem.”

He wanted to make a joke about how he knew it was probably a little bit of a problem, but he knew it wouldn’t land. They weren’t there yet—they probably wouldn’t be there for a really long time. So, instead, he kept his mouth shut.

Daniela had to admit that he looked like a completely different man from the last time that she’d seen him. It had been a long time, and despite her anger and her hurt she did truly always hope that Coco was getting his act together. She just couldn’t afford to keep herself and her daughter around him while he did. But he looked good. Nervous, because of the specific circumstances of the day, but he looked healthy. It brought her some relief, even if it didn’t wipe away the years of damage done.

“She looks like you,” Coco commented as he nodded towards Ana, “Thankfully,” he added with a laugh.

It got Daniela to chuckle a little bit too. She shrugged, “Yea. Sometimes she makes faces that are very much you, though,” she raked her fingers along her scalp, “I know I’m gonna be in for it when she’s older.”

Coco watched her watch their daughter, and he wished that he knew what to say to her. He wished he knew how the conversations were supposed to go now. He knew that they couldn’t just start over, but he didn’t want to dig into everything else on the front steps of the fucking clubhouse, either.

“You look good, Dani,” he said.

She looked back over at him, a weak smile on her face, “Thank you, Coco. You too,” she motioned towards his hair, “The braids look good,” she sucked in a breath before leaning back against the railing, crossing her arms over her chest as she continued to look at him, “Today was okay?”

There was only one right answer to the question. But Coco knew that he wasn’t the only person that she was going to be asking about it. And he couldn’t blame her at all, even if he wanted to. He nodded, finally stuffing his cigarettes back into the pocket of his kutte, “It was good. She’s,” his lips twitched into a smile, “she’s a funny fuckin’ kid, you know?”

She had a soft smile on her face, “I do.”

Even though the two of them were running around with Ana to keep her busy any away from the conversation unfolding between her parents, both Angel and EZ were trying their best to sneak looks over at them to get a feel for how the conversation was going. There were none of the usual tell-tale signs of Daniela’s anger. There was no yelling from either of them, no angry gesturing. Angel hoped that that was a good sign.

He saw EZ watching the same way he was. He shrugged, “Looks alright.”

EZ didn’t look quite as convinced, “We’ll see,” he looked back at Angel and saw the way he wanted to argue, “Quiet doesn’t always mean good.”

Angel sucked his teeth, “C’mon, why you always gotta,” he gestured vaguely at nothing, “What if it’s a good thing?”

EZ rolled his eyes before blasting a slew of bubbles at his brother, causing Ana to break out into laughter, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Coco caught the fact that both of Daniela’s brothers were watching them intently. He also knew that they were watching for very different reasons, “I gotta,” he nodded towards the area where the bikes were parked, “I gotta run. But thank you. Seriously. I know it’s not…you know.”

Daniela nodded, knowing all too well, “You’re welcome. Stay well, Coco, okay?”

He was surprised at how genuine she sounded. He had been ready for more anger, more venom, which again he wouldn’t have blamed her for, “Okay.”

He walked away, leaving her leaning against the railing as he made his way towards the stairs. She turned so that her arms were folded and braced on the top of the rail, watching as Coco went over to Ana to hug and kiss her goodbye. It looked so natural, Daniela though, even in spite of everything. But one afternoon going well didn’t mean that everything was alright. Still, there was an ache in her chest at the sight of her daughter excitedly waving to her father as he strode over towards his bike.

Once he was gone, the two girls didn’t linger too much longer. Daniela gathered up her daughter’s things and brought them to the car while she finished playing with her tíos. The sounds of the three of them laughing eased the knot that was in her gut after seeing Coco for the first time in so long.

EZ was buckling Ana into the car as Angel walked over to say goodbye to his sister. He pulled her into a hug, “You good?”

She sighed, not wanting to lie but not wanting to get into it all with him when she was so close to finally being able to go home, “I’ll be fine, Angel.”

He stepped back, “It meant a lot to him, you know.”

A sarcastic comment was on the tip of her tongue but she managed to stop it just in time. Instead, she side-stepped his comment completely, “Get home safe, alright? Love you.”

He couldn’t stop the frown on his face, but he still returned the sentiment, “Love you too.”

Angel said goodbye to his niece and made his way back towards the clubhouse while Daniela waited for EZ to finish saying goodbye to her. She smiled at the sight of the two of them interacting, always laughing together.

He kissed Ana on the forehead, “Be good, alright?” he ruffled her hair, “Love you.”

She giggled, “Love you!”

EZ carefully shut the car door before heading over to his sister. He could see the exhaustion on her face, and he knew that it wasn’t just from a long day at work. He knew better than to ask, because it wasn’t like she was going to get into any of it with him in that moment.

“I love you,” he ran his hand up and down her back.

She gave him a squeeze before pulling away, “I love you too.”

It was fairly late when Daniela heard the knock at her door. She put Ana to bed a few hours before, the little girl falling asleep almost instantly when her head hit the pillow. It’d been a long, exciting day for her. Daniela was happy for her, but she was also exhausted by everything it had dredged up.

She was expecting the worst when she walked over to see who was standing outside her front door. She was relieved to see that it was EZ, though. Unlocking and pulling the door open, she did her best to give a smile, “Hey, you good?”

He nodded, his smile coming to him a little more easily, “Yea. Just,” he held up the bubble gun, “Ana forgot her weapon of mass destruction at the clubhouse.”

Daniela chuckled softly, shaking her head as she pulled the door open a little more and motioned for her brother to come inside, “Figured you kept it on purpose.”

He laughed, setting it down on the table as they walked into the kitchen, “I can’t be trusted with that kind of firepower.”

“Hm,” Daniela hummed in amusement as she grabbed them both beers from the fridge, “That’s true,” she sat down at the table, motioning for EZ to do the same once she handed him his beer, “What’s on your mind, Ezekiel?”

He shook his head before lifting the bottle to his lips, “Just wanted to check in on you. Today wasn’t exactly what you had planned.”

Her laugh was hollow, “No,” she took a long drink out of the beer bottle, “it wasn’t. He was…he was okay, though? With her?”

He nodded, not hesitating because there was nothing to hesitate about, “He was good, yea. He missed her.” EZ saw that Daniela was biting back a comment, “What?”

Glancing over at him, she remembered who it was that she was talking to. She didn’t have to pretend, “He fucking should.”

“I know,” EZ nodded.

“I’m not,” she took an unsteady breath as she toyed with the bottle in her hands, “I’m not ready for that to become a regular thing, EZ. I saw him for about five fucking minutes and I’m so tired.”

His expression hardened, “What’d he say?”

She shook her head, “Nothing, that’s just it. He was perfectly,” she took another swig of her beer, “perfectly fucking cordial. And I don’t, I don’t mean to sound like a horrible person. I’m glad he’s doing better. I am, really. But all of the, all of the damage? It’s hard to look at him and not see that.”

“I get it.”

She looked down at the bottle, “Ana loves him.”

“She does.”

Tears started welling up in Daniela’s eyes after an entire afternoon and evening of trying to keep her emotions pushed down. She leaned back in her chair, letting her head drop back for a moment as the tears spilled over onto her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away before looking back at her brother.

“I don’t want her to go her whole life without him. I don’t. But just, fuck, how am I supposed to know when he’s ready? How do I know he’s not going to do the same thing he did last time? I can’t go through that again. I sure as hell can’t put her through that now that she’s old enough to really see what’s going on. How do I…” her voice trailed off.

“You’ll feel it,” EZ nodded, “You knew when it was time to go. You’ll know when it’s time to let him come back.”

She let out a dry chuckle, “I waited too long to leave.”

“But you did. You’ll know when it’s right,” he brought the bottle to his lips.

“But Coco—”

“Fuck ‘em,” EZ’s voice was quiet, but firm. He saw the look on his sister’s face, “I’m serious, Dani. This is about Ana. If you don’t think he’s ready to show up for her, then fuck ‘em. He cost himself this.”

It was more nuanced than that, but also, it really wasn’t. She knew that EZ was right, that at the end of the day it was about what was best for Ana. Everything would’ve been different if Daniela only had to think about herself. She could put up with a lot, put a lot of work and struggle into something, but she couldn’t ask the same of her daughter.

“Thank you, EZ,” she said with a nod.

“You need anything?”

She chuckled, “You got a time machine?”

“I’m working on it,” he joked before finishing off his beer and standing up out of his seat, “I just wanted to stop and check in on you. Go get some sleep—you look like shit,” he chuckled.

Daniela laughed as she stood up, walking over and hugging him, “You’re lucky that gun isn’t loaded,” she leaned against him for a moment, “Drive safe.”

“Always,” he started making his way back towards the door, “Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do,” she sighed, running her fingers through her hair, “Lock the door behind you, yea?”

“Got it.”

She lingered in the kitchen, listening for the sound of EZ’s pickup truck starting and driving away. Once it was silent again, she tossed their beer bottles into the recycling bin. Grabbing the plastic toy off the table, she quietly made her way upstairs towards Ana’s room. She quietly walked inside, placing the toy on top of her daughter’s dresser.

On her way back out, she lingered in the doorway for a moment, taking in the peaceful look on Ana’s face as she slept. One arm was hanging over the edge of the bed, her fingertips nearly brushing along the floor. Daniela smiled despite the weight in her chest, taking a breath before stepping out completely and pulling the door shut.

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #ez reyes #ezekiel reyes #angel reyes #ez reyes x oc #angel reyes x oc #oc daniela reyes #oc daniela #oc dani #ez reyes fanfic #august prompts #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[littlequeenies]

The online Demri book is so good!! I've known about Demri for nearly 10 years now but there's stuff in there I hadn't read before, you did a great job. I would be so curious to know more about her flaws, as weird as that sounds. I think she's always come across as a perfect human which makes it feel she was almost supernatural. I have trouble articulating it fully in a short message, because I also know that loved ones would rather not speak poorly of her and want to focus on the good, and that should be respected. But I don't know, I think it would be nice to know about her more 'fully'. It seems alluded to in the book and it made me wonder. Flaws make people more relatable, she's always seemed unattainably perfect to me, even with the darkness and addiction. Anyway, great book, and I hope I explained this with the nuance and tact that I intended!

Hi anon, thank you for your question, it is very interesting indeed. We will first let her family and friends talk about the subject.

One aspect of Demri’s personality, according to Austin [Demri’s mom], was her inability to handle guilt. In Austin’s words, “If she offended you, and you didn’t have a cell phone or anything, she would start calling your house, waiting for you to get home to apologize.”

Kathleen Austin: Her concern for others was far beyond her concern for herself.

Barbara Dearaujo: She was constantly on the run. Not sure it was running scared but running for sure. Maybe she was afraid of missing out or just looking for the next thing to stimulate her. I have no clue what it was but I definitely could not keep up with her and whenever I tried or whoever tried we all would end up just as sick, lost and confused and most of us would tap out. She never tapped it seemed, no matter how horrible the circumstances got she could deal with it. Crazy. I wouldn’t call her suicidal but definitely self-destructive. Poor girl. Such a sad story. Demri always and forever a wild wood pixie.

Fabiola Gonzalez: The beautiful soul of Demri is she never had an ounce of hate in her heart. She loved everyone. She was so unconditional even when she was judged and even faulted on her own self-love. She was a good person. Better to others than she was to herself.

Krista Kay: She also had some rough times and went down a heartbreaking road. She was beautiful and complicated, and unforgettable, and human.

Krista Kay: Want to honor their [Demri's and Layne's] memory? Pursue your dreams and talents, lift up others, and take care of your body and mind.

Keli Lake: Demri is special to me because she inspired my self-confidence. It’s complicated since she lacked it herself. It’s like she gave it all away until she was depleted.

Rob Meiser: She was a good person with a big heart but she was fighting demons like most of us.

Jacque Nakken: She always wanted to make others happy, more than herself.

Elsa Schmolke: It’s all very sad but Demri was certainly loved but just so out of control nobody could help her.

Scott Spivey: Always kindness even when she struggled so hard with her demons.

Mara Wheelan: My dear soul sister, she extracted the truly beautiful parts of my soul and made me unafraid. She brought light into the depths of darkness from within. She loved all my ugliness and glorified my uniqueness.

Chay Wilkerson Moore: Demri was like a beautiful flower stuck in a tornado. She was very sweet, most of the time. Always yelled my name and hugged me, made me feel special, like she did most people. Very strong spirit, very bent on destruction, I don’t know why... [She was] The most powerful pretty little thing, with this profound sense of vulnerability that she seemed surrounded by. A princess in distress. I immediately felt the need to protect her in a brotherly way.

For what we've learnt about Demri trough all these years, and reading what her closest people said about the subject, is that she had a poor mental health. She had an addiction in the first place, an addiction usually is the consequence of a poor mental health. She may also was not very self-confident or self-conscious, she always wished the best for all the others but didn't apply to herself. Like Robbie Williams, sometimes the people that look the happiest, have the worst demons, and with no professional help, it is very difficult to fight them.

Maybe she went to drug therapy and I guess that included mental health therapy. But back in the day that was taboo. Still today it looks you are crazy or insane if you admit you go (or have been) to therapy (and I have been and still go!), so imagine back then. Plus if she didn't have the money nor the support, probably for her it was easier to escape her demons by actually taking the thing that caused them - the drugs.

I always find her story so tragic. So young. With so many people around that cared about her, and still she succumbed to drugs. I suppose is what Jerry Cantrell said about Layne. All the band members and his mum tried to help him, but they had their own struggles as well, and if ultimately he didn't want to be helped... there's not much you can do. I wish she could have let herself help.

The book is here for everyone to read it. Please, take care of yourself, look for help and support if you need it. Mental and emotional health are as important as physical health.

#anonymous #question #answer #demri parrott #demri lara parrott #demri parrott murphy #link #document #book #sharing is caring #memories #mental health #emotional health #health

[mewhenladygaga]

A New HR Rep

Toby Flenderson/Reader

genre: fluff

is it normal to be scared while writing my first fic???😭😭 i actually wrote this in my notes and then put everything here n edited it. anyways👽👽 ill use (---) for ur name since i dont fuck that y/n bs

Being the new HR representative here at Dunder Mifflin Scranton was new, clearly nerve-racking since on your first day it meant getting trained. Which wasn't bad but a waste of time if corporate or your new boss, Michael, ever read you worked previously in human resources so you were used to it.

You tried to walk slow up the stairs to the suite but if you did walk slow then that would mean being late.

The documentary crew with the camera followed you which you could guess was normal here? Over call, you heard you'd be assisting another HR rep, not replacing like the last couple times. Maybe Scranton could give you a genuine job.

As you walked in, it was quiet you saw a woman at the front desk on the phone. You put a gentle smile to your face and approached her.

"Hi, I'm here for Toby Flenderson..?" You could just hope you didn't sound nervous. The lady smiles at you. "Yeah sure I'll tell him you're here."

You nodded and stood off to the side, turning over to see Michael Scott probably yelling at his desk phone, you turn away to give privacy but either way anyone could see him with the blinds open. You saw everyone seating at their desks.

A man taller than you very straight walk towards you, staring at you for second and then speaking.

"Hello, I don't believe we've been introduced. Dwight Schrute, Assistant Regional Manager." He stuck out his hand. You got a slight ick from him but brushed it off.

"Uhm, (---), I'm a new HR rep here."

Quite literally once you said that he slowly backed his hand away and stormed into Michael's office, almost mad. Did this place really hate people in human resources?!

A door in the back opens and a man who seemed gloomy walked into your direction. He put a light smile onto his face and held his hand out. "Toby Flenderson, I was refered to you as another rep here?"

His hand was rough but his voice distracted you from that sense.

"(----), I think it'll be an honor to work with you." You took your hand back again as you saw your possible new boss rage out of his office and come towards the two of you.

"No, no it won't be an honor to work for... him. He tortured me with his awfulness. And you know what thank you God for creating two of you." You looked back between Toby and Michael, trying to hold back the laugh that almost slipped through your lips.

As Toby gave a tour of the files and everything about the office. Right behind was both Dwight and Michael just stalking you, from a far distance. You could see Toby staring at you sometimes when you were reading something, you stared back at him too when he was explaining something.

On his desk, you saw a couple pictures of his daughter? You examined the photo without picking it up and looking intrusive. She was cute, but it made you wonder: was he married already? Then now you had no luck.

"That's my daughter. Sometimes I don't see her, I-I'm divorced but my ex-wife sees her more than me."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You felt sympathetic for him, it must hurt him for not being able to see his daughter. You could understand that, just by the way he explained it you could tell he wasn't the way Michael had described or maybe you don't know him enough yet.

But extremely determined to.

You shared a desk with him to the left, you also met Kelly. She was definitely someone you could get along to. Although she does keep talking about her ex-boyfriend a lot.

By the end of the day you met almost everyone in the office, a lot of them really nice to you and you were back. Michael would intervene into the conversation, you didn't mind but it seemed rude.

Most of your conversations were with Toby, he seemed more calm than some salespeople here and you liked that (and him). There was zero reason for you to have a crush on a coworker you just met. You'd rather be in his bed than here.

Everyone got ready to leave and as you gathered your belongings, Toby stood behind you waiting for you. He wasn't staring impolitely since he thought you might see him do that and think he was creep.

He held out your coat for you as a kind gesture that you appreciated since the coat rack was by the receptionist Pam. Sort of a long walk from the annex.

The two of you talked throughout leaving the suite and to the parking lot. He didn't seem weird or off, unfortunately HR was supposed to make work lame and not fun. But you could hope that Michael could accept that you'll try to make it fun even if Toby tries to make it not.

"I think maybe we can make the office a little bit fun so Michael can learn to accept you?" You suggested it, doesn't necessarily mean it'll happen because really Toby was in charge of it all.

"Uhm, I'll think about that." His eyes went to the camera for a second then back at your own. You smiled at his comment before giving him a hug, it was out of 'thank you' and 'I like you'. He hugged back after he processed what had happened.

Both his hands laid on your lower back but also trying to not touch you weirdly. You pulled away from the hug before dragging the strap of your bag over your shoulder again.

It was awkward for a while until you spoke up. "I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow..?"

"Yeah.."

Too awkward but right there and then Toby might've found his true love. You were worth leaving a seminar to have sex with (pls get this reference👽👽).

notes: please dont be nervous to request anything i would accept anything since i need more inspiration. my next fic might be david dont know yet:33🗣🗣 im tryna be consistent with this now

#the office #toby flenderson #toby flenderson x reader

[blametheeditor]

Court's In Session

Prompt Roulette By Title

Character A's been dreading this day for a long time- the end of a committed relationship that Character A had tried desperately to make work. But what can they say, sometimes divorce is a better solution that couple's counseling. Issue is, Character B isn't content with JUST signing papers and leaving. No, Character B's far more interested in arguing the need for alimony, their number one citation being "-you're paying for my therapy sessions, asshole."

NOT MEANT FOR EVERYONE

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of people being experimented on. Mentions of child custody. Messy divorces.

I promise to give Scott a break after this, he deserves it

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Scott had been praying that his boy’s would be brought to the meeting. He knew it wouldn’t happen, knew his soon to be ex-wife wouldn’t want to put them through that because it wouldn’t be fair to them. That there might be yelling, at the very least name calling, and she would be a good mother leaving them with her parents while they sorted this out. 

But he’s selfish. He wanted to see them one last time despite how much it would hurt them. Yet another reason why he isn’t fit to raise his children.

Karen will always take care of the boys first, though, meaning she came to the house alone. A decision he respects and even appreciates because it was the right thing to do. Didn’t say anything as he passed the divorce papers over after she sat down at the dining table. The familiar furniture seeming almost alien now that the center piece and placemats had all been taken. 

They sit in silence as she reads it over. The first time they’ve been alone in a room together. No lawyers this time. It goes against everything they were advised, and if changes want to be made it would’ve been easier to have the people who can do such a thing in the room, but they had wanted to go over what was submitted as a ‘final draft’ with just them. 

Karen suggested it because she didn’t like how formal everything was, as if this they weren’t discussing a transaction instead of the end to a relationship. Scott had agreed because he loves her, and he always will. 

“...I get the boys.” 

Scott hangs his head, looking down at his coffee instead of meeting her gaze. “You do.” 

She hesitates. “You’re not fighting me on visitation rights.” 

“I’m not,” comes out in a whisper, clearing his throat in order to keep his tears at bay. “I, it’s not that I don’t want to. I’ve had a lot to think about and...and it seems like it’d be for the best.” 

It had taken several months for him to see Karen’s request as something more than just her trying to be spiteful. She has the capacity to, and had displayed it a few times during their relationship, but it was never used as a weapon. Never to hurt someone. Because at her core, she does everything in her power to make sure the people she loves most are taken care of. Fights when she thinks she or someone else is being wronged. 

He hadn’t remembered that when he heard the words ‘you will never see or speak to them again’. He had only seen red. Cursed her name every way he could as soon as he got home that day. Broke down sobbing when a week later, he realized she only wanted to protect their sons. It would only hurt them to keep Scott in the picture, even if it was just a phone call. 

“Are you planning on selling the house?” she asks, glancing at the page where the house they bought together, the one they’re currently sitting in now, has Scott’s name laying claim over it. 

He shakes his head. “I don’t think I ever will, to be honest.” 

Karen takes a deep breath. Closes the small packet of papers before setting her hands on it. “I won’t sign it.” 

“Any particular reason why?” Because the rest of the assets had been split 50/50 between them. The house falling under his name had actually been something she requested, not wanting their sons to be raised somewhere only bad memories were kept. 

“I want alimony.” 

Scott’s jaw drops. “E-Excuse me?” 

“You heard me,” she murmurs. Not combative, just firm. 

“Karen, I’m paying child support, as much as I can. With the rest of the mortgage, I-I can’t pay alimony.” 

“I can’t live with my parents forever,” she begins. “I already have a few job interviews, but I don’t have enough to rent an apartment. I can’t even send the boys to daycare.” 

“I know, I know,” Scott sighs. “But I can’t. You know Freddy’s doesn’t-” 

His wife- soon to be ex-wife suddenly stands up as she glares at him. “You’re still working there!” 

Even when that’s the reason why I left? That’s why you were never home? That’s why we continued to struggle financially? You love it more than you love your family?

He hears it even though she doesn’t say it. Because it’s a familiar topic they had discussed before. Fought over. Written on the message she left when she packed everything she could and left with their sons. 

Scott almost breaks. Almost tells her everything. After years of holding it in, keeping it a secret because he didn’t want to burden her, he almost lets the damn break. 

“...yes.” 

Karen grows furious. “Then I’m getting alimony. Because you’re paying for my therapy sessions, asshole.” 

“No.” 

“For what you’ve put us through, it is the bare minimum that you could do!” she erupts, throwing her hands into the air. “You seriously don’t expect me to let that slide! You’re still at that hell hole despite losing your family! What makes that damn place so special that it deserves your everything!” 

“I can’t leave!” he shouts, standing up in order to look her eye to eye. Pleading she understands. “I can’t explain! I want to, but I can’t! It’s not my choice!” 

“It sure looks like it is, Scott!” 

It looks like it is. But it’s not. Forced to stay alive every night made his world crumble beneath his feet. The small patches of discoloration on his arms and legs took away his freedom. Hearing the methodical voice repeating key words in the back of his mind every second of every day makes him question who he is. 

And if he tries to leave? Tries to escape? It’s been proven too many times what would await him is worse than death. 

How can anyone expect him to be a good husband and father when someone is literally pulling on his strings to make him dance? 

“I, we can’t continue this discussion,” Scott says, backing away from the table, from the woman he loves, from his everything. “I’m so sorry. But y-you need to go.” 

Before I damn you too.

She stares at him. He swears a look of remorse flashes across her face before it disappears, so quickly he might’ve just imagined it in his desperation. Then she turns on her heel and stalks furiously out the door, slamming it behind her. 

Scott waits for the tears to come. Stares down at his now cold coffee. Feels nothing but resignation. 

He wants to be angry. That she isn’t by his side when he needs her most. That she’s taking away his entire world as he’s reaching out for a hand to keep him from falling. That she’s nailing his coffin shut without remorse. 

But that wouldn’t be fair. He brought this upon himself. At least Afton will be happy now that Scott has no reason to be anywhere but right next to him, ready to obey every command. 

At least his sons will never see the hollow shell their father has become. 

#it has been a hot minute since I added another story to Bingo #and Scott can't seem to catch a break #and look at me being writing productive! #I'd say it's a pretty good Monday #have a good rest of your week! #FNAF bois #Prompt Roulette By Title #A5 #BTE writing #cw #content warning

[almalvo]

STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E10 "Despite Yourself"

[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.] -------

wow first time the android dint have a bass sfx XD saru's tendrils - oml when he covers them is kinda cute i like owosekun's hairrr vulcans with weapons powered? bruh r we in mirrorverse we're in mirrorverse. 100%. yup. it was obvious from the end of last episode esp with 2 DISCOs showing mhmm. yeah these cuts need improvement still but alright bring it DISCOs turn for mirrorverse antics. lets go. haha this ep writen by someone named "sean cochran". zefram? jkjk tribble backk so cute give me one i wonder what its name is

ok this spinning scene of lorca and burnham and saru talking is spinning way to fast for too long how long are we going to keep spinning. its actually making me busy and hte cuts are not consistent in momentum so it didnt feel seamless it sholdve been takien in one shot and the camera needed to stop WAY sooner. thats how you wouldve actually shot a scene of that type. but "idk" ig, im just a mortal 😭 OK STAMETS. NOT ME SENDING PEOPLE 10 METRES AWAY FROM A TAP OF A FINGER sylvia saying "oh my god" then resuming like nothing happened was such a fast tone change i see those piercing marks on doc's ears. i always get this thoght of, whenever i see that on someone, im like BRUH PUT THEM BACK IN some of these camera ratios, rule of thirds, etc., are like. not done great? idk the eye is not reading the shot how it should a lot cuz the entity is not in an advantageous spot onscreen. tyler is going THROUGH it. damn. i think tyler's actor does well with representing traumatic fear oh interesting. i love these tactile sounds like the sound of the device tyler is wearing on his hand to control the ship's arm i like lorca's rbf XD

shit. poor tyler. thats never ok. her violating u like that. ugh. this makes me uncomfortable oh interesting. oo his klingon inflections are so good oh shit this is a weird scene its such a MIX of implications i like the acting i it actually it felt actually kind of complex, though the idea is simple nice this was actually decently shot. i like the way tyler's hair sits on his head haha looks nice nice swoops man these inconsistent camera transitions (one pose in the last cut, but a diff pose in the other) tylers acting doing p well actually his emotional expression is p decent yeah good ash x burnham is still an f no for me feels so empty it prob always will to me oo the gore effects of the cuts on hishand from the broken glass look relaly good faceless emperor. im so curious who.

"mirror disco". yess. ooo what do their mirrorverse selves look like SYLVIA. oml oh my god oml this is coo,ll oml SYLVIA LETS GO BEAT HER ASS. NOOOOO WHAT THE HECK HECK HELL HOLD YOUR HORSES?? WHAT THE CRINGEEEE oml please sylvia pull through lorca coaching her lmao WHAT THE FUCKGKKHKH O9H NMY GODDDDDD CHIEF ENGINNEERRRRR AND LORCA DOES A PASSASBLE SCOTTS ACCENRTTTTT????@?!??! YOURE FUKCING KIDDDIDNGGGG GET THE FUCK OUT OH MY GODDDDDDD/???? LORCA I MIGHT LIKE YOU MORE OML H GHGJAIHO THIS PREMONITION FUC KKKKKKKK lorca has a type of voice that sounds nicer when its quieter if that makes sense? it almost sounds strange when he yells? idk maybe its just me or maybe thats the way audio was edited oml the way saru was saying "well thats not very clever" was so emotive its beautiful oml their uniforms are oml so cool man the mirror badge man ill say not to be a shit but i love to always see this TOS/star trek root-type episodes where they reminisce on such a classic trope from og trek - but at the same time, i wihsh trek didn tdo it so much to just solely rely on TOS to make its relevance stronger, no matter how sensible that seems? while star wars feels preety big and expansive and busy with a lot of overlapping lore star trek is literally just "TOS, the expanded version" it feels so small. in that, nigh everyhing will forever and always just be/because of TOS. and i love tos. dont get me wrong, its my all time favourite forever. but trek i feel like never can develop significantly newer stuff? OH MY GOD USS DEFIANTTTT LOOK AT HERRR god i cant wait to see this ship design.. but yeah idk if people understand what i mean. that something so ideologically massive as trek is so small as a creative work in its "relevant lore". sure tng has its things, so does ds9, voy, ent - but it all comes back to tos. which is a double edge sword. a good thing. but also a bad thing. for if it were without tos, then much of trek doesnt really hit like that. yes be great hubby hugh love your mans ?? oh for a second i was like his eyes oh wow seeing sylvia with sstraight hair oh wow it compliments her head and face shape ngl she looks great in the armour. they all do ooh lorca in a leather jacket and black t shirt? okok works on him oooo sylvia lets GO GET IT YES KILL IT BRUH DO IT DO IT oo this dark lipstick works great on burnham oo i wonder when we will see sylvia really a captain

wtf. lorca for real? yo ujust did that to yourself? for blood? bruh we couldve done make up also yes of course, big runny red line down side of face. oooooooooooooooo MEAN BURNHAM lorca is an oddly good prisoner. hmMmmMM damn yall sass. ugh i really really really want more trek games. is he not human. is tyler not humnan. is tyler not originaly human. SO TYLERS A FUCKING KLINGON? i love his look of dejection hes relaly good at it. dude. hes a fucking klingon UH UHHHHH UHHHHHHHHHHHH??????????? DID YOU JUST FUCKING KILL HUGHHH??????? WHAT THE FUCK????? WAIT GAY COUPLE IS GONE DEAD NOW ITS OVER??/ WHAT I THOUGHT I THOUGHT STAMETS AND HUGH LAST LONGER? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? IM SO CONFUSED?? WHAT THE FUCK? WHY DID HUGH HAVE TO DIE ESP LIKE THAT? WHAT THE FUCK. what the actual fuck. its always the poc who dies. fuck you. idk. if he rly died or what. but fuck you. and trek still in the closet fuck this internalised homophobia. its been 6 FUCKING DECADES. GET OVER YOURSELF. KIRK AND SPOCK FUCKING EXIST. JUST COME OUTTA YOUR RAINBOW DOORS & BE DONE WITH IT. FUCK. (and no im not condoning invasion of privacy of one's sexual/gender orientation at all. i just mean if you said your gay. then own it. cuz trek has said it. its called seasons 1-3 of TOS, TAS, ST I-VI, AOS I-III. so own it. fuck.)

burnham does this role relaly well in a way she fits THIS mirror burnham more than her default. also damn lorca hahaha what i say, he gets kicked around a lot but its intersting that hes cap in this kind of role damn burnham you angery. i like this gold foil look on their armour. oo get him burnham get him get him decent choreo ooo ok ok yeah decent choreo oh yeah oooo nice i love this blade design oh shit burnham sonequa did well in her reaction to stabbing him. u can read the shock aand regret in her eyes forget klingons mirorverse starfleet is literally death. bat'leth? more like batshit. also this bridge oo whoa her bridge is on the bottom of her ship ooooo her warping oooo captain burnham but not how i thoughbt itd happen i feel like sonequa is better in this its crazy i feel like her as mirror self is better?

yes those HIGH boots sharp black and gold ugh. i love love LOVE the art department behind DISCO. hmm i feel like i see definite glimpses and glimmers of really quality stuff and quality delivery in this show but htey are very sporadic. spaced apart y inconsistencies and discrepancies. i think this sho wcouldve been much better ash and burnham - im sorry but who actaully, ACTUALY cares about them together. snoreeee s n o r e e e e e e um. lorca. is actually getting tortured. dude whta did i TELL yall. hes literally the one who gets pissed on fr fr 😭 damn. seeing lorca screaming. damn. id be surprised. but then again. he gets bashed all the time so. eh. ngl i feel like lorca gon die. but i wonder how.

damn.

#star trek #star trek discovery #discovery #DISCO #nutrek #thoughts #text #reaction #almalvo