#[ musings ] scotty evans

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@dilfbuck tagged me in some music stuff!! thank you evan!!! ♡

url song game

scotty doesn’t know ~ lustra

thnks fr th mmrs ~ fall out boy

roses are falling ~ orville peck

best of you ~ foo fightere

red wine supernova ~ chappell roan

red dirt road ~ brooks & dunn

you’re in love with a psycho ~ kasabian

super graphic ultra modern girl ~ chappell roan

alejandro ~ lady gaga

unchained melody ~ the unrighteous brothers

choke ~ i dont know how but they found me

everything has changed ~ taylor swift

6 songs on repeat

love me anyway - chappell roan

crying at the discotheque - sophie ellis bextor

the shoop shoop song - cher

little talks - of monsters and men

girls in bikinis - poppy

plug in baby - muse

here are some no-pressure tags!! 💖

@murdockbuckley @gaylicense @criminally-obsessed @theotherbuckley @thetangycheesemanwithaplan @who-is-riley

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new muse.

SCOTTY KING. 54 ∙ trans man ∙ gay ∙ kickboxing / karate instructor. william zabka fc normally, evan roderick in younger verses where he's late 20s, early 30s.

i could write essays about this guy, but the gist of scotty is this: he grew up in brooklyn, ny, and he was named after his mother — who unfortunately passed shortly after he was born. his dad was distant, remarried a not-so-nice lady who took to spending what little cash they had and generally being a bully. scotty took up karate, and long before there was a word for being trans that was super accessible to the average dude in america, he was; he just didn't have the resources to explain that or start transitioning until later in life. he even nicknamed himself scotty after his karate teacher, scott shaw, and even after everything blew up with that guy... it's still the only name that felt right. i'll detail out the history of his life as an adult in a google doc eventually but he goes through a messy divorce, even has a kid but loses access to him unfortunately. he's a little bit of an asshole, but he's got a good heart — he's just blunt and a little stupid.

disclaimer: again, pretty heavily inspired by the character william plays on tv ( with some elements of his bg implemented in this oc ) — johnny lawrence from cobra kai, but with some major differences.

like this for a starter from scotty ! romantic needs to be for a m / nb whos over 30 — but platonic, boxing, and found-family connections are just as, if not even more, encouraged. just communicate to me what kind of starter you want.

this starter call is now closed and complete.

[chordpauloverstreetmoved]

[vanosslirious]

BBS FIC: Supermarket

Okay. This is a bit weird because it switches between character pov’s quite quickly. I had this idea when I went shopping with my mother, and I have social anxiety, agoraphobia. I don’t like when people touch me. So I added that into this story with a bit of superpowers mixed into it. :) 

[wc] 1.6k

[CH] Vanoss, Nogla, Delirious, Wildcat, Brian. (Mention of Marcel, Scotty, and Brock.)

[warning] Social anxiety. Superpower fic. Mild swearing. Friendship fic. :) Short pov’s. Not edited all that much. Humor.

VANOSS.

This didn’t happen all the time. He trusted that it didn’t, and because it sometimes occurred, he needed or at least wanted someone to be with him in case he does something he can’t control. At first he was a little freaked out over it, but as he grew into it, he started to get used to the process.

At least he thought he could until he found himself lost inside a supermarket. It’s not the first time Evan’s gotten distracted by something, but normally his friends would tell him when they were leaving him. One thing led to another, and he was standing by himself in an aisle, holding a carton of strawberries, a chocolate bar, and a pair of socks he’s been meaning to buy for some time.

“Well, shit,” he said to himself, glancing around. He reached into his pocket for his phone, but he had to place the items down on a shelf so he could phone one of his friends. Three of them had come into the store with him, they also needed to grab something quickly, but damn...they could at least tell him.

He can handle being alone, but he also suffers from a bit of social anxiety. His skin tingles when he’s near strangers, even if they don’t look at him. Their presence itself bothers him to the point he becomes dizzy and sick.

He stared at the red strawberries just so he can focus on something while hoping one of his friends would answer the phone. No one answered.

“You idiots have phones,” he said, calling the driver who’s sitting outside in the car.

He picked up on the second ring and answered in a drawl. “What?”

“Nogla, I’m by myself.”

“Shit,” he said, suddenly his drawl was gone and he was now speaking in a surprised, yet concerned voice that Evan was easily familiar with. If anything, Nogla worried a lot about their friends more than most. “Where the fuck are the others?”

“I don’t know.” He began to pace, ignoring the awkward glances he was getting from a few people, then he stopped in the middle of the aisle, letting out a groan from the back of his throat that squeezed between his teeth. “Nogla…I can feel it.”

“Yeah, I’m coming, just calm down, no need to get anxious, Evan, I’ll be right there.”

“Hurry.”

DAITHI DE NOGLA.

Nogla locked the doors to the car and was sprinting across the parking lot. He had no idea why he decided to park so far away. It was kind of stupid, but right now, that isn’t the point. Evan needed him, and those fucking bastards had abandoned him.

“I’m almost to the front doors,” he said into the phone. He sprinted across the street, ignoring a drawn out car horn going off as he passed the automatic doors.

This usually doesn’t happen, but when it does, they can handle it quite well. 

Nogla seen it before, and maybe he watched movies where it looked soft compared to what Evan can do, to the damage he can inflict without realization. An impossibility sinking into every little object within the space he stands in. This was not like the movies, this was real, he breathed life into something that he can hardly control, and the only time he’s able to control it is when his friends are around him.

“Shit,” he said, already sprinting down one of the aisles. “Evan,” he said into the phone, “where are you?”

“I’m...I’m…”

“Evan!”

Nogla spotted Delirious’ holding a t-shirt in the men’s aisle, his head is tilted up, and the shock of what is happening seems to sink in as he lets go of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor, then he’s running as quickly as Nogla is.

“You fucking idiot,” Nogla says as he catches up.

“Wildcat had him covered,” Delirious says almost frantically. 

“Then where the fuck is he?” Nogla yelled.

To the many shock of all the people who are inside the super market, and most who are running for the doors, while several are taking pictures, and wondering what the fuck is going on. 

This usually doesn’t happen, but it’s an off day.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Mostly everything is rising, rising, rising. A sort of suspension that shouldn’t be possible.

Delirious knows it’s possible because they tested it with Evan before when they learned he could do it. However, one of his many triggers, and the one that usually makes this happen, is social anxiety. The fear of strangers, or at least the uncomfortable feeling that comes from being alone in an uncomfortable place without people he’s familiar with.

Delirious gets it, he hates it as much as Evan does, but it’s not like Delirious starts making anything and everything start rising into the air. At first the really light objects, then the heavier ones that start to inch off the floor. Metal creak and groan against one another, things that should’ve landed on the ground because of the movement are also floating. 

This kind of reaction shouldn’t be happening...but it is...and Delirious feels really responsible because he should’ve stayed with Evan, knowing this could inevitably happen. 

“We’re close,” Nogla says, then he’s skidding, Delirious going with him, and they slow their pace where they spot Evan holding a carton of strawberries he didn’t want to float away, including his chocolate bar, and a pair of white Adidas socks. 

His shoulders tense, visibly shaking, and staring hard at the floor. Was he aware of what he was doing? They asked him this before, and he had said he could feel the shift in the air, as if it was humming, a strange yet subtle vibration in his skin. He’s not sure how much he can control, and he’s always surprised that it’s more than he thought it’d be.

“Evan,” Delirious called.

He looked up, and his eyes are wide, a look of fear as he noticed that mostly everything inside the store was now floating around him. Delirious would sometimes like to exaggerate, but when he says everything, he means everything. Besides humans, for some reason, they’re last by a few seconds, but they usually get to Evan before that happens.

“You’re okay,” Nogla says in a calming voice as they close in on him.

Evan nods, “I didn’t mean too...I swear, I just wanted my strawberries, chocolate bar, and my socks.” He’s showing them what he has, and smiles sheepishly, as if he’s trying his hardest not to notice what is happening.

And then the silence and calm breaks around them when they hear screaming coming from one of the aisles.

I AM WILDCAT

Tyler hardly meant for it to happen, he just noticed everything rising before grabbing Brian’s arm and dragging him back along the aisles, hoping to find Evan. 

“This is why we don’t leave him alone,” Brian says, shaking his head. “We might as well leave him in the car with Nogla.”

“He wanted something, so he came in with us,” Tyler says, although he agreed with Brian about their incompetent decision at leaving him alone. At least he thought maybe Evan would be okay, but they’ll need to work on the anxiety a bit more, and maybe the floating as well. The only good thing about this was that everything heavy was about two inches off the ground, and lighter stuff was high above them, which is about to make a huge mess when they find Evan.

Tyler gasped when everything around them began to fall for a split second. Only a second, and then it was suspended. Brian screamed, which made Tyler scream, and they were running, and that was when they came around the corner to find Evan, Nogla, and Delirious.

And it was also when everything inside the store began to fall to gravity.

“We have to go,” Tyler said, grasping Evan’s wrist as they all started walking towards the door while screaming filled the supermarket.

“But I didn’t buy my stuff,” Evan said.

“No one cares, they all have better shit to do,” Nogla told him.

“How are you, by the way?” Brian asked.

“Alright, I guess,” Evan replied as they walked past the threshold and into the parking lot while strangers wandered past.

This only made Evan gasp, and because of his anxiety of being touched by random people who weren’t his friends, he accidentally made a car rise.

“Ignore the floating car,” Nogla chanted, pushing against Brian and Evan’s shoulders while Delirious quickly walked by.

Once they got to Nogla’s car and they were all sitting inside, Tyler taking a second to adjust to what happened as he sat in the passenger seat.

“I’m sorry?” Evan said.

Brian shook his head, “No, it’s not your fault, Evan.”

“We still have a lot to work on, but I actually think you did better than normally,” Tyler said, glancing back at him.

“Really?” Evan perked up while holding his stolen items.

“Yeah,” Nogla said in an almost sarcastic tone while starting up the car, “at least this time you didn’t destroy the infrastructure, and shattered the glass in the milk section—”

“Including the milk, eggs, yogurt,” Brian added.

“The blood in the meat section, and all the cans in one of the aisles,” Delirious said, staring up at the ceiling of the car. 

“Fruit in the fruit and vegetable section,” Tyler mused, finding his friends were right about Evan’s progress. “You did a lot better. We still have more time to figure out your powers, and maybe we can even help solve that social anxiety of yours.”

“I mean, if you guys didn’t leave me, then it wouldn’t have happened,” Evan muttered while ripping the plastic and biting a piece off his chocolate bar.

“Next time we should bring Marcel, Scotty, and Brock,” Tyler said.

Nogla nodded as he drove them away from the supermarket.

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hello  !   below the cut are some of my muses that i’m dying to play so if any of them tickle ur fancy or are your wanted opposites just hit the lil heart n we can plot some stuff out <333

dahlia fernandez 19 - 24, model / social media influencer - cindy kimberly.

annabelle taylor 24 - 29, helps family run chain of gyms cross country - lily james.

ivy taylor 19-24, nursing major & kind of a bitch - amalia williamson.

ainsley taylor 25-30, nurse in a big hospital  - brie larson.

veronica rossi 20 - 25, owns a diner / single mother - ariana grande.

harper ellis 19 - 24, fashion vlogger - natalia dyer / verse dependent cindy kimberly.

gia santos 20 - 25, works at a hooters / student undecided major who kinda wants to vlog  - madison beer.

alexandra bridgers 20 - 25, socialite / works with special needs children at a horse ranch - madelaine petsch.

elena cruz 28 - 33, a server at her family’s restaurant - alexandra daddario.

charlotte florentina 19 - 24, vlogger / social media influencer  - ludovica martino.

laila huang 19 - 24, aspiring singer / works at a pizza shop  - lisa manoban.

maggie adams 19 - 24, related to tristan, just inherits his money and helps around the club  - danielle campbell.

noelle chen 30 - 35, very well known fashion designer - gemma chan.

camila cortez 31 - 36, high school english teacher  - melissa fumero.

cleo ‘cj’ jansen 19 - 24, student / messy, undecided major - josefine frida pettersen.

georgie abbott 19 - 24, volunteers at a library,  journalism & psychology major  -  milena tscharntke.

roxanne brown 19 - 24, film major / takes videos of skateboarders for thrasher w zane - diamond white.

natasha wellington 19 - 24, living off her dad’s money, but she’s humble so she’s a manager at a pacsun  - nicola peltz.

daphne hughes 19-24, probably high or drunk 24/7 & a professional dancer  - haley lu richardson.

rosalie karlsson 19-24, v wealthy & a student / literature major - marilyn lima.

maxine richardson 19-24, helps manage her brothers band - abigail cowen.

yasmine gonzalez 25-30, owns a bar with her two brothers  - emeraude toubia.

nicolette gonzales 20-25, bitchy actress who doesn’t want to end up working at her siblings bar - sofia carson.

ophelia williams 20-25, model & victoria’s secret angel - sophie turner.

paisley andrews 19-24, mass communications major & blogger - thalia crawford.

carmen espinoza 19-24 rich girl with daddy issues / receptionist at moms law firm -  irene ferreiro garcia

joaquin juarez 19-24, soccer player for fc barcelona  - diego tinoco.

nikolai gervais 20-25,  world known chef - harry styles.

warren bryant 19-24, vlogger like scotty sire - nick robinson.

tristan thomas 33-38, owns a club & is the  leader of an underground shady ass gang - charlie hunnam.

dante simmons 21-26, something major / student teacher, probably fucking his professor  - keith powers.

zane bishnoi 22-27, film major / films skateboarders for thrasher w roxanne - avan jogia.

marco cruz 26-31, college dropout who now works at the apple store, alcoholic who cant stay sober  - matthew daddario.

joseph auva’a 20-25, nfl player - kj apa.

vincent gonzales 22-27, owns a bar with his brother and sister - jordan connor.

valentino gonzales 28-33, owns a bar with his brother and sister / drug dealer - peter gadiot

kaleb donahue 25-30, bachelor prince next in line for the throne - daniel sharman.

adrian karlsson 23-28, v wealthy & shady businessman kinda like don draper - bill skarsgard. 

jackson taylor 28-33, firefighter or police officer ( verse dependant ) - scott eastwood.

zachary taylor 19-24, student / music major - logan shroyer.

noah thompson 22-27, film major & just started working at warner bros - dylan o'brien.

liam moretti 45-50, carpenter / father of frankie and rex - mark ruffalo.

frankie moretti 26-31, line cook at the diner veronica owns - matthew daddario.

rex moretti 19-24, youtuber  kinda like cody ko - noah centineo.

elijah baker 32-37, special education teacher  - chris evans.

axel savea 35-39, traveling reporter  for cnn - jason momoa.

theo leblanc 21-24, nhl player on the same team as caspian - timothee chalamet.

matthias leblanc 19-24, ghost writer for major artists - maxence danet fauvel.

elliot davis 20-25, works at the music store his uncle owns / wants to start a band - bradley simpson.

jordan ali 32-37, an actor aka hollywood’s golden boy  - rami malek.

caspian brown 20-25, rich ass nhl player on the same team as theo - herman tommeraas.

maddox richardson 19-24, professional skater & in an underground band - luke hemmings.

augustus liu 19-24, in an underground band - calum hood.

milo young 25-28, drummer for a famous band - ben hardy.

diego velasquez 19-24, son of the prime minister of spain / is a big bratty asshole - benjamin wadsworth.

luca romano 20-25, owns the family car garage / mechanic - giancarlo commare.

giovanni lombardi 20-25, professional skateboarder  - ludovico tersigni.

emmett o'hare 27-32, architect who’s addicted to gambling his money away - richard madden.

nathaniel o'hare 20-25, writer who has a hard time completing his work - michel biel.

gabriel miller 30-35, owns an alcohol distribution company with his brother - chris hemsworth.

maxwell miller 24-29, owns an alcohol distribution company with his brother - liam hemsworth.

finnegan jacobs 20-25, used to play professional footie and  is now an aspiring disney animator  - harry styles.

sawyer casey 19-24, college drop out / twitch.tv streamer & pro gamer - tom holland.

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Fictober ficlets

Day 6: “I heard enough, this ends now.”

 The heat and cold guns powered up simultaneously with an ominous whine, and Mick and Len stared each other down.

 “I’m sick of you treating me like some kind of secondary Rogue!” Mick bellowed, at which his partner in crime snorted derisively.

 “I give you more than you deserve, and we all know it.”

 “For cryin’ out loud…” James complained from across the table, though a glower from both men quickly silenced him.

 “So you recruited me, big deal!  I pull my own weight around here, and you take a cut of my share just because of that.  It’s not right,” Mick grumbled.  He lightly pulled at the trigger of his gun, causing a few flames to flicker out of the muzzle, and the other Rogues shuffled their chairs back a bit.

 “Then shoot me if you’ve got the balls,” Len challenged him.  “But you don’t.  You’re weak, and that’s why you’re in the lower tier of Rogues.  It’s pathetic.”

 “I’ll show you balls…” Mick growled, grip tightening on the gun and trigger, and that’s when Sam shoved the table against them and jumped to his feet.

 “I heard enough.  This ends now.”

 “Dammit, Sam!  If we don’t get this outta our system it’s just gonna keep happening,” Len protested, but Sam held a small mirror towards them with a stern glare, and the implication was clear.

 “Don’t care.  Have your dick-measuring contests outside Rogue territory,” Sam said forcefully, his gaze never wavering.  He was usually an easy-going leader and a good man to get along with, but could always be counted on to push back when necessary.

 “Fine.  This isn’t over, Snart,” Mick muttered in a low voice, though one sharp glance from Sam reminded him to keep it to himself until they’d left the hideout.  But Sam didn’t notice Len’s returned glare and nod, which told those who had seen it to maybe avoid bar-hopping with Len or Mick for a while.

  *************

 Day 7: “No worries, we still have time.”

 James liked to make an entrance and locks were basically optional for him, so he swung open the door to Hartley’s apartment with a theatrical flourish.

 “Piper?  There a reason you didn’t show up at the Bureau’s meeting today?” he called.

 “Leave me alone, James,” came a distinctly irritated reply.  The voice was emanating from the bedroom, so James walked in with a hand covering his eyes in comedic exaggeration.  This would normally get a few exasperated chuckles from Hartley, but today he was silent. So James dropped the hand and the humour, and now looked sincerely concerned.

 “What’s wrong?”

 “Nothing.  Don’t concern yourself with it, and I’ll be back at the office tomorrow.”

 “Hart, it doesn’t take a conman to see that something’s truly bothering you.  Try me, I’m a really good listener.”

 Hartley let out a pained grunt and fixed James with a frustrated stare.  “If I tell you, will you leave me alone?”

 “Of course,” James assured him, fingers obviously crossed behind his back.  Hartley knew it, but decided to unburden himself anyway; it wasn’t like he had many people to talk to at this point in his life.

“So today’s the anniversary of my parents’ murder,” he began, and James’ eyes widened.  He couldn’t believe he’d missed such an important event, as it was the kind of thing he took pride in remembering and was even a professional requirement for a confidence man who liked to know everything about everyone.

 “We often didn’t see eye-to-eye,” Hartley continued, “but they were the only parents I had, and I know they loved me.  I loved them.  And I can’t help but feel partly responsible because Mirror Master murdered them just to get at me…it makes for weird feelings of grief, guilt, and confusion. I’m not in a good headspace right now.”

 “That’s completely understandable and you can take all the time you need,” James said with concern, his face a bit pale.  He spent some time in thought, and then brightened.  “Do you think it’d help to visit their memorials, to maybe pay your respects and think about what’s going on in your head?”

 “It might,” Hartley conceded, “but their graves are in Central City and it’s getting rather late.  Maybe it’s not worth it, and maybe they already think I’m a bad son for not showing up.”  

 James cast him a sympathetic look, feeling almost heartbroken by the downcast look on his friend’s face. “Don’t worry, we still have time and we’ll get there.  And Hart, not only are you a great son, but I know your parents are so proud of you.”

 ************

Day 9: “You shouldn’t have come here.”

 Lisa had been paralyzingly lethargic for the last day or so, showing little interest in meals and even less in exercise or recreation. She hated prison, and her brother seemed content to let her stay there for a while; he might have been too busy to spring her, but she assumed he was angry at her for disobeying his counsel not to harass the Flash.  How could he understand her feelings, anyway?

 “Dinnertime, Snart,” one of the guards called as she slipped a meal into the cell, though Lisa completely ignored the woman and the food. Roscoe was dead, she’d failed to hurt the Flash as he’d done to her, and the world was passing her by as she languished in that cell.  Rage could only drive her so far when she was completely powerless to do anything, and the melancholy of grief had set in.

 “Where did it all go wrong?” she asked softly under her breath, and there was a familiar chuckle beside her.

 “I’d think it was when my brain overheated.”

 She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.  “Roscoe, you’re not real.  I’m imagining things like the last time.”

 “Well, not in the flesh, as it were.  But I’m here to keep you company in your hour of need…I wish I could do more to help, but I’ll need a body first.”

 “If you’re real --- and I’m not saying you are --- tell me something I couldn’t possibly know to prove it’s you.”

 The voice paused for a few moments before speaking. “I left a diamond bracelet for you under your bed before I died, and you haven’t found it yet.”

 She flushed.  It suddenly occurred to her that she couldn’t know if it was true until she was out of prison, but seemed like the kind of thing he would do and so he had to be real….or maybe she might be hallucinating him saying it because she expected that of him.  Her head was so muddled, and she was having such difficulty thinking straight.

 “You shouldn’t have come here.  I’m not at my best right now,” she admitted quietly, still not lifting her forehead from her slump on the table.

  “There’s no place I’d rather be,” he replied, and she could hear the tender smile in his voice.

 ***************

 Day 10: “You think this troubles me?”

 “I’m sorry, sir, but we’re completely out of burgers,” the employee said politely, a concerned look on her face.  The customer in front of her seemed like the type to be difficult.

 “You think this troubles me?” Dr Alchemy announced with an imperious smile.  “Let my Philosopher’s Stone transform those soggy French fries,” --- he gestured towards another customer’s order --- “into glorious beef patties so there will be burgers for all!”

 “Sir, that’s really against Health and Safety regulations…” the employee began, but there was a bright flash of light from the weird rock he held.

 And a puddle of goo where the fries had been.

 “Um,” Al said nervously, all gravitas lost.  “Just a second.”

 Another flash of light, and now the goo was a different colour.  But with chunks.

 “What the hell happened to my fries?!” the other customer demanded, staring in disbelief at the horrible remains of his order.

 “That should have worked!” Al exclaimed in frustration.  “It always works!  One moment, please!”

 Now the chunky goo looked vaguely like cottage cheese.

 “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the employee said firmly, and Al scowled.

 “You can’t throw me out!  Dr Alchemy takes his leave,” he sniffed with all the renewed dignity he could muster.  He flipped his cape over his shoulder, and began stalking away in a manner befitting a supervillain.

 And then slipped on the puddle of soda another employee was diligently mopping up.

 ***************

 Day 11: “But I will never forget!”

 Axel and Evan cackled together.  They didn’t typically spend much time with each other and very little of that involved socializing, but there was one life-threatening activity which united them as a duo.

“Okay, so you have to make sure to angle the portal just like this,” Axel instructed as he sketched a rough outline on a piece of paper, and his colleague nodded.

 “Aye.  It’s nae tricky,” Evan said confidently, possibly unaware that he’d just suitably punned.  Axel himself nodded approvingly at such a quality reference.  Sometimes Scotty’s an okay guy, he mused silently.

 “Just make sure ya do it right in the heat of the moment, bro!  You only get one chance.  And I’ll have the ammo ready.”

 They exchanged another good laugh and a high five before splitting up to take their positions and to wait for their prey….

 ….who soon walked in whistling a (classical, pretentious) tune.

 Evan opened the mirror portal in just the right place and aimed it precisely as he’d been told, while Axel let loose the weapon.

 “What the flying fuck?!” Mark shrieked furiously as a Boston cream pie came out of nowhere to splatter all over his face, and the conspirators laughed hysterically.  The two of them had to hold each other up because they were laughing so hard.

 “You…you…” Mark sputtered as he wiped cream filling out of his eyes.  His perfectly-coiffed hair was ruined, and he’d be damned if the others found out about his extensive moisturizing regime because of what they’d done.  Lightning began to crackle ominously around his eyes, and Axel realized it was time to go.

 “Let’s jet, yo!” he called, and the duo disappeared instantly via another mirror portal.  Mark, however, was now literally steaming, as it turns out that pie cream begins to cook when exposed to large quantities of electricity.  Len was confronted with a puzzling sight when he came running in to find out what had happened.

 “You jerks think you’ve gotten away with this.  But I’ll never forget!” Mark vowed angrily.  He promised to be ever-vigilant and to never let them prank him again.

 Which didn’t help the next time.

[cuddlysmii7y]

All Dressed Up (Halloween Fic)(High School AU)

“Is it okay if I bring my exchange student with? My mom said I need to include him more.” Craig asked.

“Yeah sure, we can get a better discount at the fair with a larger group.” Brock said

“Which kid did you end up getting anyway?” Marcel asked.

“The Canadian.” Craig replied.

“Wait, you got that one?? I thought you had like Brian, seeing how you’re both Irish.” Tyler stated

“I’m not really Irish though.”

“You said you were from Northern Ireland!” Scotty jumped in.

“I am! But that’s British, not Irish!”

“Same fucking difference!” Marcel yelled.

“No its not!”

“Shut up, you idiots! We still need to plan this shit!” Evan yelled back.

[captainmarvels]

To the Rescue

Summary: Uncle Chris Evans - need I say more? || fluff!

Word Count: 1175

Note: For fictional/writing purposes, I’ve named Chris’ nephews even though I have 0 knowledge of their actual names, so yeah, please keep that in mind!!

A/N: Dedicating this fic to my beloved @retroasgardian because I love her to death. hope you all enjoy this! :)

You had just finished unpacking the last of your grocery bags when your phone began to ring. When you saw who it was, you couldn’t help the small smile forming as you took the call.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, hey! You particularly busy at the moment?”

“Nope, not really. What’s up?” You hopped up onto the kitchen island, putting the phone on speaker while you grabbed a peach.

“I-I need your help - guys, c’mon! Gimme a sec, please.”

“‘Course, Evans.”

“No, no, not you, doll. The kids - I’m babysitting.”

“You’re babysitting? Amazing,” You giggled, envisioning Chris on the other end, rolling his eyes.

“Haha, very funny. Yes, babysitting my nephews. Help me, please?”

“Always. Text me the address and I’ll be there asap.”

“Life saver, I owe you.”

“I know!” He laughed just before you ended the call. You packed a bag of snacks - fruits, cookies, and chips, just in case you needed to woo the kids over. You heard the familiar text notification come in, recognizing it as Chris’ place.

“Goof - always forgetting I practically live at his place.”

It didn’t even take two seconds before Chris was opening his front door, beaming down at you, toothy grin and all. You met his bright gaze, giggling as you saw one of his nephews poking his head out from behind Chris’.

“Didn’t know you gave piggyback rides anymore, Evans! I’m a little jealous.” You laughed, pressing a hand to his chest, feeling his chest vibrate as he laughed along with you. You stepped inside, now understanding why he needed you.

His living room was a complete disaster, courtesy of the boys. Toys, Legos, crayons, paper, everywhere. Three more boys pop out from behind the sofa, Nerf guns in hand.

“Y/N, Y/N!! Uncle Chris said you’d be coming by!” You waved at them, smiling as you felt James, one of the youngest boys, wrapping his arms around your leg.

“Hello, boys. Giving Uncle Chris a hard time, are we?” The boys nodded, proving your point by shooting a few foam darts at Evans, who skillfully dodged them before heading into the kitchen. You picked James up, carrying him over to the sofa, where he grabbed a couple stuffed animals, smashing their heads together. You walked back to the kitchen, dropping your bag of snacks on the counter, while Chris handed you a glass of water.

“Now I see what all the fuss is about. Couldn’t handle four boys alone?” You smirked, taking a sip as Chris just tilted his head to the side, scratching his beard.

“You know I could. But they’re tiring me out sooner than anticipated, Y/N. You gotta help me here, doll.”

“Of course I will. How about lunch, and then we settle them down for some movies? Perhaps a blanket fort of sorts?”

“Did I hear something about a fort?!” John, one of the oldest boys, said, poking his head into the kitchen, eyes wide.

“Maybe you did, Johnny! Do me a favor, round up the boys? We’re gonna get lunch, and then we’ll come back to make a fort!”

“YES! C’moooon, guys!” John ran back out to the living room, you and Chris on his heels as you grabbed the boys’ shoes for them.

“You’re paying, right?” You raise an eyebrow in question, doubling over in laughter when Chris rolls his eyes at you.

“Sometimes, I don’t know how you ended up being my best friend, Y/N.”

“Psh, you love me, Evans.”

“True. Okay, men, we good to go?” The boys all nod, huddles up by the door as you stand behind them, Chris leading the way. “Alright, let’s move out!”

After returning from a hectic, but fun, lunch, the boys help you clean up their chaotic mess, while Chris gathers up all his blankets and pillows. Once the furniture has been properly arranged, you have Scott and Matthew help with building the fort, while Chris, James, and John pick out the movies and snacks.

Finally, the movie marathon commences. You’re seated on the sofa, John and Scott on either side of you, popcorn bowls in hand. James, Chris and Matthew are lying down, heads leaning against the sofa, trading bags of candy while engrossed in Finding Dory.

You find yourself slowly drifting off to sleep, John already asleep on your lap, Scott still entertained. You look down, smiling as you see Chris already asleep, James on his chest. Chris’ head is resting against your legs, James tucked in the crook of his neck, both of them peacefully asleep.

You don’t have it in you to disturb them, they’re both so angelic while asleep, but you force yourself to wake John up first, resting his upper body against the cushions of the sofa. Then, you rest your hands gently on James and Chris’ heads, running your fingers through their hair, quietly lulling them out of their slumber. James yawns, gripping Chris’ shirt in his small hands as he snuggles closer into Chris, and you swear your heart is going to burst, but you can’t let them fall asleep on the floor!

You coo, trying to get Chris to finally open his eyes, and he does. His blue eyes meets yours, all sleepy and dazed. His hair is all ruffled, no thanks to you, and you giggle as he sleepily grins, yawning as he slowly starts to sit up, holding on to James.

You lean over, telling Scott you’re gonna take his brother and cousin to bed, and he nods, eyes still glued to the screen, just like Matthew. You gently shake John, telling him there’s a bed calling his name if he can make it up the stairs. You finally get him off the couch, and help Chris get up by taking James in your arms, without any change. Chris wraps an arm around you, helping him stay upright, his sleepiness slowly washing over him again.

“C’mon sleepyhead; there’s a bed calling your name.”

After putting James and John to bed in the guest bedroom, you finally make it to Chris’ bedroom. He throws himself on the bed, sighing contently as he snuggles up into his pillow. You giggle softly, admiring the way he seems just like an oversized puppy. As you turn to leave, you hear an incoherent grumble come from him.

“What was that, Evans?”

“Don’t leave, staaaaay, please.” He reaches out to you, his arm quickly falling onto the bed.

“Evans, you’ve still got two kiddos downstairs.”

“Matt and Scotty are big men, they-they, ahh, they can handle it. C’mooon, Y/N, stay.” He shifts slightly, his sleepy gaze searching your face for an answer, but he gives up. He moves, grabbing your hand, pulling you down onto the bed. You land softly, rolling right into his chest. You giggle, and you catch a smile on Chris’ face just before he closes his eyes. His arm draped over your waist pulls you into him, cuddling you right against his chest. You give him one last glance before letting yourself happily drift off to sleep.

tags: @bladebarnes, @retroasgardian, @roamingharlem, @thesaraaaaahpfan, @avengershavethetardis, @buenostardissherlock, @jurassicbarnes, @storyofavengers, @imsecretlyromanburki, @buckyswife, @cassandras-musings, @nottheopera, @coltcas, @thefridgeismybestie, @rda1989, @callamint, @dejmccray, @kaaatniss, @seb-ass-tian-stan-ws, @bootypoppinbarnes, @hollycornish

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Because I’m a garbage person who is still working on my muse tabs; below is a list of my muses, and their very basic information (aka faceclaims). ** depicts a canon character.

Jamison Aarons (Matthew Daddario) 

Luca Adams (Nick Robinson)

Mattson Adams (Nate Schwandt) 

Greyson Addison (Dominic Sherwood)

Barry Allen (Grant Gustin) **

Bambi Benson (Kristen Stewart)

Kayla Benson (Lennon Stella)

Kingston Benson (FC TBD)

Sirius Black (Matthew Daddario) **

Hunter Clarington (Nolan Funk) **

Jebediah Collins (Taron Egerton)

Dustin Emerson (Casey Cott)

Sawyer Erikson (Vanessa Morgan)

Lily Evans-Potter (Emily Browning) **

Sam Evans (Chord Overstreet) **

Mariposa Garcia (Camila Cabello)

Carissa Giovanni (Italia Ricci)

James Henrikson (Matt Lanter)

Jace Herondale (Dominic Sherwood) **

Ben Hudson (Liam Hemsworth)

Reed Johnson (Shawn Mendes)

Kevin Keller (Casey Cott) **

Eddie Larkin (Tom Hardy)

Billie Lewis (FC TBD)

Simon Lewis (Alberto Rosende) **

Alec Lightwood (Matthew Daddario) **

Alecjandro Martinez (Alberto Rosende) 

Valentine Morgenstern (Alan Van Sprang/Matt Lanter) **

Abe Morrison (Chris Evans)

Oliver Nelson (Sebastian Stan)

Tamar Nichols (Candice Patton)

Sugar Price (Ariana Grande)

Vincent Russo (Price) (Noah Centineo)

Ricky Schmidt (Chris Wood) 

Sebastian Smythe (Grant Gustin) **

Iris West (Candice Patton) **

Scotty Williams (FC TBD)

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Answer the 11 questions at the end of the blog, Tag 11 people, and then write 11 questions for them to answer. Tagged by @thefastestbluralive​ 1) What is your favorite TV show to binge watch? Sense8. LOVED that friggin show, can’t wait for season two (even if they did recast Capheus)

2) Who is your personal favorite superhero? Spider-Man, always!

3) Star Wars or Star Trek? Stark Trek! (Live long and prosper...bitches!)

4) Sara Lance or Laurel Lance? Both? Both? Both. Both is good.

5) If you could have any pet, exotic or not, which would you adopt? A river otter!

6) What time period would you visit if you could, and why? New York in the twenties! Pinstripe suits/fedoras, flappers, speakeasies, crazy jazz! Sign me up!

7) What historical figure would you want to meet? Catherine de Medici or Mary Queen of Scots 

8) (If you’ve dated) What was your first partner like? I don’t really date. Not interested until my life is in a more permanent state (i.e. a job that isn’t just part time, settled in the city I’m gonna be in, after I’ve had my fun focusing on career and stuff I want to do that doesn’t involve factoring someone else in. I’m not looking to mess around with someone temporarily. When I’m ready to settle down and look for that special someone, then I’ll do it.)

9) Would you change your height if you could, and to what? YES. I’m 5′2″ and I can’t tell you how much I wish I could reach the top shelf of literally anything. I always made my friend Martin (6′3″) get things down for me at work. This height makes me feel like an incompetent child I cannot even.

10) If you could have another roleplay account/muse, who would you write? I already have Wanda Maximoff and Mary Jane Watson (in addition to Diana), but I would say that if I were to magically have time for a fourth I’d probably go with Wally West (DC), Billy Batson (DC), Starfire (DC), or Scotty (Star Trek).

11) Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, or Chris Pratt? Chris Evans! (Of course Pratt the Brat is always nice too....)

1) Favorite band(s)? 2) Book you most recently read? 3) Celebrity crush? 4) Marvel or DC? 5) What’s your middle name? 6) Last thing you ate? 7) What song are you listening to right now (or last listened to)? 8) Are you usually late, early, or on time? 9) Game of Thrones or LOTR/The Hobbit? 10) If you could rename yourself, what name would you pick? 11) (Because I’m cliche and can’t think of a good last question) What is your favorite color? Tagging: @theflashofearth46 @unreliable-hero @russianonzebridge @acepilotstevetrevor @loisxxlanerps @highxball @forward-always-forward @arkhamgenesis @webstar @captainiissm @asgardianhammer