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we really went from “frankly i am struggling to raise you” & “i wish you died that night” to “you are never too much and you are always enough” & “i need more time with you”

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i’m crying help

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Angel Torres is truly a multifaceted character:

he’s The Guy In The Chair. the expert. the genre-aware character. he figured out The Cloud. but he also gives off major dude bro energy. he’s every customer service worker ever. talks like a depressed teenager who just shotgunned a red bull. overshared about his ex-girlfriend and then inserted himself into a ufo investigation. but he’s also a final girl. as soon as his car turned off he booked it to the house, grabbed a knife and hid under a table. I though my guy was a goner but dude tied himself up with barbed wire and a tarp and survived. I’m obsessed.

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if i was in nope and angel torres took me back to his shitty apartment after we narrowly escaped a cosmic horror together i would’ve fucked him

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god i’m so in lvoe with steven grant and marc spector already. might get back into writing for them😋

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WHY AM I GETTING BUTTERFLIES⁉️ OMG LMAO😭 i love this. i am literallt in love with this

Confessions

         Your earpiece continuously jars your head with noise at the voices of Kate and Yelena bickering at each other. The mission was supposed to be simple. Infiltrate an enemy base and grab a piece of tech that was stolen from Wakanda. In and out. Easy as can be. 

           Until you three quickly found out that there were double the soldiers guarding the base. Meaning you were seriously outnumbered. Yelena took point in getting in quietly, while Kate took the role of sniper and took out any guards within her range. As soon as Yelena had cleared out the first handful of soldiers, you entered the building to help as a guide to the lab. 

           “I don’t know why they keep putting us together for missions,” you say, knowing Kate can also hear over comms. “It’s always a disaster.”

           “I blame Kate Bishop,” Yelena states. “She gets cocky.”

           “Me? You’re the only who almost gets herself killed every time,” Kate’s voice says in your ear. 

           You almost laugh at their arguing. Despite the bickering, you know the three of you would be miserable without each other. 

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can u do an imagine where dewey is in love with the reader and he try’s to hide it (but doesn’t do it very well) and the reader feels the same but r is in a relationship??

could u use the prompts:

“He treats me well,”

“Good for you,”

“But he’s not you,”

i’d actually rlly love that

word count: 903

warnings: kinda angst, some drunk shenanigans, and cheating 😞 , not edited

a/n: thank u sm august for ur request - ilysm 🙏 AND ALSO THANK U @unordinary-simp (love ur writing btw, i think it’s so cute) AND ANON FOR INSPIRING THE FLASHBACK 😭 SO SORRY BTW IF THE REQUEST WASNT TO UR LIKING 😟

dewey frowned at you as you talked about your boyfriend of two months — something about a date he wanted to take you on. dewey was only half listening. he tried being happy for you but god, whenever he would join your hangouts or when you talked about him, dewey just couldn’t help but get jealous. he’s been in love with you since day one and everyone knew it.

you met dewey at a mutual’s friend birthday party four years ago. you were absolutely sloshed and according to him — he was just a “little” tipsy when he came up to you.

dewey had seen you from across the room, laughing with your head thrown back. even over the loud music, he could swear he could hear your laughter and it sounded like angels singing. so he did what any rational person would do… he ran outside to the nearest bush of flowers he could find and began to pick them, arranging them in an ugly little bouquet of flowers for the prettiest person in woodsboro.

when he came back inside, you were right where he had seen you last except this time there were conveniently less people around, giving him the perfect chance to swoop in. so with a big grin on his face and flowers in hand, dewey introduced himself to you. you laughed at him at first because his bouquet was dropping and mostly grass but you were flattered nonetheless!

“i’m y/n. your flowers… they’re…! they are beautiful!” you giggled and leaned towards dewey, holding onto his arm.

“they‘re for you! i thought you’d like them!” dewey handed the flowers to you and you felt yourself blush a little bit.

“i-i love them. so pretty. very nice arrangement! thank you!” you nodded up at him, smile prominent on your face. the next few hours were a blur to you, only bits and pieces you remembered. however the next morning, you woke up with a pounding in your head and dewey sprawled out on the floor. you had accidentally stepped on his hand while trying to get yourself out of bed and had awoken him with a scream.

he let out a soft sigh and shook his head. he turned to look at you, narrowing his eyes. dewey opened his mouth to say something but then quickly closed it. he thought you wouldn’t notice but he was wrong.

“what? what were you gonna say?” you asked him, eyebrows furrowing. you knew dewey had been holding his thoughts from you for a while now. ever since your boyfriend had come into the picture, actually.

”it wasn’t anything.”

”no — it was something. you’ve been so weird. what the hell is going on with you?” you asked dewey, scooting closer to him.

he hesitated for a moment until finally responding in a low voice, “why do you like him so much?”

you felt your heart stop. your whole body went still as you processed what he asked you. now it was your turn to struggle to find the words to say.

“he treats me well, dewey. that’s good enough for me.” you finally said, however it had come out more as another question rather than an answer.

“and- and he’s funny and he knows what he wants out of life.” you explained further, now staring at your hands as you picked at your nails. everything about this had your stomach churning.

dewey let out a dry laugh, “well good for you then. good for him too, he has an amazing girlfriend. i mean, you’re kinda out of his league.”

“no… he’s great.“ you paused for a few moments, “but he’s not you.” you swore you could just die on the spot as dewey just stared at you, dumbfounded.

“i’m sorry dews, i shouldn’t have said anything.“ you scoot yourself back to your original spot and stared at your hands in your lap. a wave of silence washed over you and dewey. you felt his eyes boring into you, your face turned red. you were ashamed of yourself and so fucking embarrassed. this was never how you planned on telling dewey that you loved him. it wasn’t right.

when you looked back up to meet dewey’s eyes, his gaze softened and said the three words you had longed to hear for years:

“i love you.“

”you do?” he nodded back in response and your vision blurred with tears. you pressed your palms to your eyes as you let out a choked cry.

“i love you too but this — this is so fucked up, dews.” he leaned over to you and rubbed soothing circles on your back.

“yeah. yeah, it is.” despite your guys’ predicament, dewey couldn’t feel a sense of pride in his chest because you loved him. it was probably wrong of him to be happy while you’re confused and angry with yourself but he couldn’t help it. he couldn’t help it when he cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss. he couldn’t help being selfish just this one time. he just wanted to feel a sense of comfort, of being grounded despite feeling like everything was spiralling out of his control in the world outside your living room. cuz’ god, the feeling of your soft, cherry-flavored lips against his, it was the most alive he had ever felt. he never wanted to let that go and neither did you.

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ok so i’m latina guys (idk if ive mentioned this b4) and i was in the middle of writing a request when IDK WHY BUT I JUST STARTED THINKING ABT DEWEY AT A LATINO PARTY 😭😭😭

i can just imagine him awkwardly going up to everybody to say hi and getting flustered when the tias or ur grandma greet him with a kiss on the cheek LMAO

and when people come up to talk to u guys in spanish he just nods and then turns to you helplessly to translate for him 😭

when he’s kinda out of his little awkward phase and gets more comfortable, this man is gonna go up with you and try his very hardest to dance bachata… and he will probably not be very good at it. but it’s ok bcuz you love the effort and teach him how to dance later.

dewey would be a little hesitant to try the food bcuz all hes ever had before rlly were tacos but he will literally be hooked on everything that he tries. he will literally beg you to make food for him from then on 😭

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the way that the characters i simp for end up being underrated and have very little fanfic 😭😭 like literally dewey (scream franchise), vision (mcu), scott lang (mcu), jimmy woo (mcu), agustín (encanto) and detective jae ik (aouad) 💔 like guys pls help a girl out 😭😭😭😭😭

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bee, that was so cute :(( thank you sm for writing it!! also please dont be sorry, i totally get it <3 stay safe, ok? remember to take care of yourself <33

thank u for ur sweet comments!! i rlly do appreciate them. you take care as well <3

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I ALMOST BROKE MY ACRYLIC NAIL AND IM IN SO MUCH PAIN RN 😭😭😭

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in ‘all of us are dead’, as soon as detective song jae-ik found the baby with the turned teen mom he went “baby? my baby now” and went on dad-mode in seconds and imho that’s so sexy of him

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i got sad rn because i wish dewey would kiss my hands 😭😭

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request: “hi bee!! idk if youre taking requests, but if you are, can we get something w old man!dewey and a younger reader? like, reader is of age, but dewey still feels guilty abt the age gap and stuff? or maybe a insecure and amazed that theyd go for an old man like him? idk. hope youre well bb!! <3” — @enbyelf

word count: 586

warnings: age gap, kinda angsty

a/n: im so sorry that this took so long to post :( i mentioned this previously but there was a death in my family so i took some time off from writing.

dewey let out a long sigh as he looked up at you from the couch. you were returning from a night out with your friends and were just so happy. you were always so happy and lively and it made him feel so shitty because yeah, he was happy with you. he felt more alive than ever when he spent time with you. but he couldn’t always do the things you did. he couldn’t party like you or jump around in excitement. and some of it wasn’t exactly his fault but still. it ate him up inside. and seeing you tonight after having fun just made him feel insecure in a way he hadn’t been in a long time. it just made him think why would they go for someone like me?

he thought he could hide it, push that feeling deep down until it disappeared but when you turned to look at him after dropping your keys on the coffee table — you knew something was wrong. you could always tell when something was wrong with him almost since the day you met him because, well, he wasn’t the best at hiding his emotions. you sat next to him, gently poking the side of his arm with a small smile on your face.

“hey… what’s wrong?” you asked him, dewey smiled back at you but you could still tell there was something bothering him.

“nothing, nothing. it’s fine.” dewey kisses your temple and puts his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze. the simple things like this made you putty in his hands.

”i know that isn’t true. baby, you can tell me anything. you know that.” you reached out to put your hand on top of his but dewey stood up before you could do so. he sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, feeling a little defeated.

“can you be honest with me?” dewey asked in a soft voice, at the end his voice cracked slightly.

“of course. always.” you stood up and grabbed his larger hands in yours. he stared at your face for a few moments, trying to figure out the words to say. dewey felt like he was in his 20’s all over again, trying to figure out his relationship with gale.

”are you sure you want to be with me?” he asked, his face was full of worry. he never once questioned his own love for you but did he ever question yours for him? a couple times, yes. he never dared bring it up though.

“what?“ you looked at him, almost dumbfounded. dewey began to repeat his question but you cut him off, “no… i know what you said. i just didn’t expect it.”

“i’m sorry. we can just forget i asked.“ he kissed your hands with a small smile on your face but you shook your head.

“dews— stop. i do wanna be with you.”

“why?”

”because i love you. you’re the only person i ever wanna be with again.“ you moved a hand up to his face, cupping his stubbled cheek. “i don’t care about what people think about us. i only care about you. nobody else has ever made me feel the way you do.”

slowly, you pulled him into a gentle kiss. he melted into it immediately, leaning into you as you kissed. when pulling away, dewey let out a soft sigh and turned his head to kiss the inside of your hand. “i love you.” he whispered into your palm.