#scott needs a hug

[idontknowreallywhy]

WIP Wednesday (Fathers Day fic)

This seems sadder than it will turn out to be (for evidence that Scott has it all wrong, see the previous bit of this chapter from an earlier WIP).

I have a vague plan that I might manage to cheer him up by his birthday 😏

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His father hadn’t come back entirely the same.

It was to be expected - the physical and psychological cost of eight years in isolation would inevitably change a person. They all just needed time to get to know each other again. To get used to the new normal. The one where Dad wasn’t, couldn’t… didn’t even want to be in Command. Predictable, really, but Scott had not predicted it. The man he’d known for so many years would never have allowed that shift. Being the one in charge was just who Jeff was.

This newer, softer, slightly uncertain but eager to please father who had returned felt reassuringly familiar in some ways, but Scott didn’t remember him. He didn’t dislike him... he just didn’t know him.

One thing that was definitely the same, though - Dad would never quite meet his eye. He always looked slightly higher, above his brow line, as if he instinctively expected his elder son to be taller, better. As if he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge who, what Scott was rather than what he should be.

It had been that way a very long time before the ZeroX incident and yet somehow, amidst all the jumbled memories - the memorialisation of his father, Scott had forgotten the quirk.

Since he’d been home, Scott had watched with a warm heart as his father began to reconnect with his brothers, to get to know the young men Scott was so very proud of. This new version of Dad listened attentively to their stories, praised them, couldn’t seem to take his eyes off them. So evidently delighted by them he was, by how they had grown. This was how it always should have been and he knew he was delighted.

Knew rather than felt. Because the old icy shard of rejection had taken up residence in his chest. Every time his father’s gaze skated over his face it grew and began to constrict his capacity for warmth. His ability to breathe.

Just like it always had.

Perhaps that was the difference. It wasn’t so much that the father had changed, but the sons had changed, grown, become more impressive. Most of them.

All but him.

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[fawnsflowerbed]

Running your thumbs over Vendetta Leon's eyebags and jaw ever so gently, the curves of his cheeks to cradle his face as he just stares down at you because he loves you so much but dear god it scares him

[the-eyemunchies]

A little bit of depressing scogean. Cause logan needs confort after his nightmares.

[platossoulmates]

every comic i read gets me more and more angry about his portrayal in the movies and media

[nonbinary-frog73]

I think you guys should see how fucking brutal the original ceiling jars scene was in the script because holy shit

Ok so mallick has a concussion for sure

She turned to make sure he got the key...

Don't go making me feel bad for this guy that's not allowed

[edutainer2022]

A happy retrieval of ALL of my fanfic notes after the recent smashed phone debacle prompted to tinker a bit with a WIP long, long in the works. The focus is on the backstage of the TV-21 fiasco - in the present and in the past. Especially, the ripple effects of it on Scott, John and Virgil.

All the thanks to @janetm74!

DO-OVERS

"It isn't what it looks like!"

It really wasn't. He wished John's eyes didn't turn to hard crystal from where the brother was standing in the bathroom doorway. Scott knew the turquoise lazer scanners already did the math and counted the pills, scattered on the tiles. But it WASN'T what it looked like. Scott spilled them.

Well, technically he threw them on the floor like they were burning coals, but the intent counted, right?

His hands were shaking. Everything was wrong. TV-21 was lost. Again. No amount of upbeat platitudes Scott said to calm down  and cheer up Allie could make it better. He let Dad down. Again. He didn't save what mattered to Dad most. Again. He just wanted to stop shaking. Or maybe to just stop. Maybe John, pale in the doorway, didn't need to know that.

He hadn't touched the prescription bottle in his bathroom cabinet for years. Since a smirking mustached general on a GDF committee, assembled to evaluate his claim for IR to go operational again, wondered out loud how they would know his judgement in the danger zone would not be impaired, if the GDF discharged him for being too traumatized to see straight in the first place. His therapist wouldn't be happy about that, but he stopped taking her calls around the same time too.

Today he just needed to calm down. He needed to be strong for Allie, who didn't remember Dad's first Thunderbird, and for Gordie, who did. For Virgil and John, who remembered Dad's dark, stormy grief and withdrawal from them. For Grandma, who needed him to see her son's dreams through.

One little pill, maybe two. But his hands were shaking, as the TV-21 exploding conflated with a different one behind his eyelids - so much combustion energy to take Dad away. So one pill became a palmfull. He was just staring at his hand for a while. Okay, it WAS tempting. John DEFINITELY didn't need to know about that. It would just stop. All of it. The pain, the failure, the fear, the losses. Gone. Like Mom was gone. Like Dad was gone. Nothing he said or did could make it right.

But then he saw his brothers, ashen from grief and days of crying, all clad in black suits. Again. Alone and lost without him. Again.

So he threw the pills forcefully away, as if burned. They clattered like pebbles on the tiles and skipped everywhere. That's when John came in because John too knew his tells. And now John didn't believe him, clutching his shoulders and shaking, yelling that he drank water, yelling into his comm for Virgil and a bloodtest kit. Even if it wasn't what it looked like. Not really.

***

Virgil was doing what he did best - fixing. Maybe also hiding. He couldn't fix TV-21 and Dad's shattered dream. He couldn't fix Scott's heartbreak and poorly hidden assumed failure now any more than he could fix it all those years ago. But he COULD help fix Four and with it - the mood of the despondent little Squid. One brother sorted out was exponentially better than zero brothers. Then his comm blared red.

The code was "Two-one", and 2-1 meant TV-21, and TV-21 was bad news. Bad, bad news. John's grim, tense face in the holo confirmed as much and Virgil felt the island shift and spin beneath his feet, as he legged it to Scott's rooms.

***

[Once the Tinies were settled for the night, Scott stayed down in the living room to try and catch Dad on his way out of the office. He'd been locked in there for the past several hours with the young engineer, who designed TV-21. Shaken by nearly loosing Dad to the crash, they only ever glimpsed a flash of fuming fury when Dad and "Brains" returned from the failed test flight. So Scott lingered on the couch way past the bedtime in hopes to talk to Dad some more. A mistake, as it turned out.

The teen's attempt at a smile and a simple, if heartfelt, reassurance was shot down sternly when Dad finally emerged for a glass of water and a stifled curse, only to disappear again back into the study, lit by gossamer holo-light of schematics and figures in the conference call.

"Nothing you say or do can make this right, Scott! Go to bed!"

Virgil and John watched in horror, from behind the rails of the upper floor how Scott swayed, as if slapped, when the door slamed behind Dad again. The lanky figure then doubled over, bracing himself on a chair. Scott tried and failed to gasp through a wrecking sob, clamping a hand over his mouth to suppress the sound.

The brothers were frozen in shock, hesitant what to do as Scott looked about ready to keel over. He was probably hyperventilating, air weezing with effort through constricted pain.

Virgil stepped tentatively towards the stairs, John clutching his sleeve nervously. But Scott steadied himself for a moment only to bolt through the kitchen and out of the back door into the pitch darkness.

The brothers didn't wait any longer, practically tumbling down the stairs and on to the back porch, but Scott, the high school track star, was long gone.

They would be in so much trouble if Dad caught them downstairs, awake, on a school night, but Dad obviously was... otherwise occupied.

John, pale and wide-eyed, on the verge of tears himself, kept dragging Virgil's sleeve to run after Scott. Only which way? The farm bordered on the meadow. It was already dark. Scott could be anywhere.

Where Scott went - Virgil followed. That was the way of things. It included Rescue Scouts and multiple other pursuits. So the boy tried his best to push through the stinging of his own eyes and think like big brother, the Falcon Scout, would. They needed flashlights. The night was chilly, gusts of wind rattling the loose tiles on the old barn. Scott ran out in his sleep tee-shirt. So they would need to pick up his jacket too, on the way out.

But first, they needed to placate and possibly bribe Gordie into keeping Allie from crying if he woke up. And they needed to figure out a search grid for big brother. Letting Dad in on the commotion wasn't an option.]

TBC

[squidsinashirt]

do you not think it’s dangerous to have a relationship as a member of international rescue? that could be used as a very easy weakness. especially with somebody so well known and easily found? the London summer society season is well published, after all. would be a shame for something to happen to her.

I wonder who sent this…

I wasn’t actually going to answer - this met the filters for my usual ‘delete’ pile.

But sometimes, there is a line crossed (the 50 yard line in this case).

It’s late, I’m shattered and running on about 1% patience after having to deal with a certain frequent flier (pun, for once, not intended) so…

For absolute clarity, the person in question is also a member of International Rescue, and could take down an entire room with a paper clip. Also usually accompanied by a man I would not like to meet in a dark alleyway so… best of luck from the off.

Just in case, for whatever reason, it’s not glaringly evident. Maybe it’s the little streak of Kansas in me after all, but so help me god if you go anywhere, and I mean anywhere, near her, there is no amount of legal, PR, GDF, ‘Tracy ethics’, ‘do the right thing’ bullshit that will stop me.

More than happy to have this discussion face to face, if you like, instead of behind a keyboard.

And on that note, if you are the anon also sending her those asks, then they stop. Now.

Glad we had this chat. Have a good night.

[mkpersephone]

"A truly powerful man doesn't need strenght. He needs Control"

-Preofessor X

I love their dynamic.

X-men Prelude to Schism #1

[anelixiraday]

How Freaky I Think the JLI would be in Bed

1. Booster

By definition street whore.

2. Ted

Closeted slut. (He doesn't know that he can get straight to the 'aftercare' part without having any sex at all.)

3. Bea

Whore but she has standards.

4. Guy

Has an uncharacteristically normal amount of sex. But don't let that fool you into thinking he's not a freak in the sheets.

5. Tora

Doesn't even hide her freak but everyone just assumes she's vanilla.

6. J'onn

Physical sex? He's basically abstinent. Crazy telepathy sex? Certified FREAK.

7. Max

It's just business. (Want a cigar?)

8. Scott & Barda

…Need I say more.

8. The Real Master of Sex— L-Ron

The TRUE slut of the team. He's been a 'helping hand, er, claw' for EVERYBODY in the Embassy.

9. G'nort

He still believes in storks.

[jaylynx1412]

Showing of my art (4/5)

GAH SCOTT PILGRIM JUMPSCARE

and some sonadow angst too. gotta feed the fans

I hope u enjoy the memes too cuz if you don't I literally won't care

[bericas]

isaac & scott / mason & theo | sometimes all i think about is you

[thebiscuitbread]

i feel SO BAD for lizzie in session 5 (spoilers)

like,, how would you feel if you invited everyone to a big party and NO ONE SHOWED UP. so then you set up a slumber party and make multiple quintuple bunkbeds so all your friends can fit, you make a cake, and its for your BIRTHDAY, and then still only your husband shows up on time. yeah scar and scott came eventually but scar literally just ate most of the cake and left and scott was super late. after that you're super bummed so you decide to go invisible on a horse to cheer up the people around you and yourself. BUT THEN YOU GET KILLED FOR NO REASON. give my girl lizzie a break, a hug, and some friends man :(

[mortalheartache]

Scott Barringer fluff when

I wanna give him a kiss and some hot cocoa and ice cream and take him home and make everything okay

[platossoulmates]

for all the scott summers love on this app there are not enough scott centric fluffy fics on ao3 💔 i just want him to get the hug he deserves

[devilsrecreation]

One of the things I love most about Monsters University is how Sulley acts around Squishy

Exhibit A: The Party Scene

Sulley was originally leaning against the wall and crossing his arms looking all grumpy. CLEARLY not in the mood to party. Squishy notices, throws an imaginary rope and starts pulling like the dork he is

And what does Sulley do?

PLAYS ALONG AND STARTS PARTYING

Exhibit B: A deleted “Movie Night” scene

So the frat is watching a horror movie, right? Squishy’s over here wearing pajamas (awww) and while watching a scary scene, he says “I could take on 100 humans!” AND SULLEY’S REACTION IS

As a little bonus, Sulley, in a parent/older sibling fashion then goes “Yeah okay Squishy, don’t forget us little guys when you’re a big time scarer” and Squishy says “Yeah, big time! 🤩”

He gets this massive confidence boost out of it and I CANNOT 😭

Exhibit C: The last scene with them

When OK learns Mike and Sully are expelled, Squishy’s like “You’re leaving….? 🥺” and the look on Sulley’s face says it all

Bro’s heart is ACHING when he says “Yeah buddy…we have to go”. It gives the same vibes as his goodbye with Boo like look at Squishy’s reaction

It’s like you can hear the exact moment his heart breaks omg 😭

Their friendship is giving wholesome older sibling/younger sibling vibes and I’m here for it