#scotty's usual mess

[pidgemotoiii]

So right this scotty x reader

The porn bots are starting to follow me again I had to do something. This is most likely a wednesday evening thing. Maybe very late sunday if I dont write the extra date part- but i might buy parenthood in the sims so maybe wednesday.

[happy74827]

Butterflies

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.

WC: 717

Category: Fluff

For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)

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It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.

You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.

The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.

You told him no. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.

"Miss?"

"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.

But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.

Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever a gentleman.

"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.

"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."

You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."

"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"

"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."

"Don't talk about the puppy like that."

"So you did have him stalk me!"

"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."

"Harvey, you’re such—"

You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.

In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.

When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.

They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."

And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.

Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."

Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"

He was right.

Goddamnit, he was right.

And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.

Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.

The butterflies seemed to agree.

[ysrjune]

for my bae @sockiess <3

scott getting jealous when he sees you hanging out with your ex-boyfriend, Auggie

Scott watched you and Auggie from a bench with Shelby, Ezra, and Katherine. Everyone but Scott was talking about who knows what, but Ezra noticed the way Scott wouldn't look away from a certain spot on campus.

He looked over to where Scott was watching and pursed his lips when he saw you and Auggie getting a little touchy. “Hey, Scott. You good, man?” Ezra asked, hoping to get Scotts attention off of the distant view. “Yeah.” Was all Scott had said, eyes not leaving their position.

Auggie had tackled you down to the floor, and Scott had it. He quickly stood up and started walking over. “Oh, shit.” Ezra said, catching Katherine's attention. “What?” She asked Ezra, notcing Scott walking towards you two. “I think he's gonna go and fight Auggie or something.”

“What?!” Kat quickly ran over to Scott, catching up to him and standing in front of him. “Scott, come on. Don't do anything stupid. They're just messing around.”

“Kat. Get out of my way.” He towered over her, looking really pissed. “Scott. If you do anything, Peter’s gonna get you in some big trouble.”

Scott took one last look at you and Auggie, then looked back at Kat. “If something happens, it's your fault.” Scott replied and turned away, returning to his cabin.

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The next day, Scott was oddly really attached to you. He had his arms around you when you all sat down at a table, held your hand when you were walking together, even standing he was touching you. He was behind you with his hands wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

This was really unusual behavior for Scott, but you were enjoying the physical attention, so you said nothing. Peter allowed free time for cliffhangers, so everyone went into the woods to hang out. Auggie was sitting on a log with Daisy and Ezra, laughing and talking.

Scott brang you to a tree that was in Auggies view, but obviously, it wasn't so close. Scotty’s thumb grazed your lip while he gave you all sorts of compliments. “Okay, Scott. Im loving the attention, but you're not usually like this.. what's gotten into you?”

Scott sighed, looking to the floor. “Saw you and Auggie hanging out yesterday, and I got a little jealous..” him admitting this made you smile. you knew he got jealous, but he never openly tells you.

“don't gotta worry about that, handsome. I'm not gonna choose Auggie over you.” This made Scott smirk and glance over to Auggie, who was staring. “Let's show him that, then.” and full-on started making out with you right there.

[spockfallsinlove]

spirk prompt request: a moment on the bridge or at dinner with the bridge crew where Spock says something off handedly (like maybe Jim mentions having misplaced something and without hesitating Spock tells him it's on his nightstand) that subtly reveals to everyone the level of intimacy between Spock and Jim, with a focus on everyone's reactions. thank you!!

"It's not like I tried to provoke a potential galactic war!" Jim protests as he spears a piece of fried chicken off his plate. "It was a woefully inadequate translation."

"But somehow, those kinds of things only seem to happen to you," Bones shoots back. He glares at Jim's plate. "And I told you to have the chicken."

"I am having the chicken."

"The grilled one, you intentionally obtuse man. Your blood pressure—" Bones starts, face already red with an impending lecture on Jim's health.

"So Spock," Jim cuts in, turning to his First Officer. "How did things fare on the bridge while I was away?"

"Quiet, Captain," Spock says with a dainty swipe of napkin across his lips. "I believe Uhura has some interesting communications she picked up while we were stationed," he adds, nodding to her. (She's sitting across from Jim, also having the fried chicken, but no one's yelling at her about it.)

"It's just a few snatches I managed to translate," Uhura says, handing a PADD to Jim over the plates. "And you should really have asked me to do the translations for this mission. Starfleet HQ means well, but they do tend to hire linguists fresh out of the academy."

"I'll never stray again," Jim promises, setting the PADD down in front of him. He pulls up the document in question and begins to read Uhura's notes. Spock, next to him, bends his head down as well, their temples nearly touching as he reads in tandem. The rest of the bridge crew turns back to their usual lunchtime chatter, the hum of the mess room buzzing around Spock and Jim as they read.

"I can't make any sense of this," Jim murmurs.

Spock nods. "Further analysis will be required."

"Could make a great bedtime story," Jim says, grinning at his First Officer. "Better than that math nonsense you always insist on reading to me."

Bones, across from Jim, drops his fork onto the plate midair. His wide eyes dart between Jim and Spock. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, don't get me started," Jim emphatically sighs, leaning back in the chair and waving off Spock's attempt to speak, pitching his voice even louder. "No, don't try to defend yourself, mister. Every night I put up with that nonsense. No one needs to read twenty different arguments on the Pythagorean theorem, much less talk about it, while the poor sap next to you who understands none of it is just trying to sleep and—What?" Jim finally looks at Spock, who has a panicked look on his face. "What's wrong, Spock?"

He realizes too late that the mess room has gone quiet. At least twenty pairs of eyes are staring him down. Uhura has a hand over her mouth, a huge smile hidden behind it. Sulu's jaw has dropped. Bones looks redder in the face than he ever has. Scotty is very intentionally not giving anybody, much less his senior officers, eye contact.

"Oh," Jim says, stupidly, and a little belatedly. He turns to Spock, giving him a bashful grin. "I think this means that you've won the bet, my dear."

There's a smile dancing behind Spock's eyes. He pushes his knee into Jim's under the table; a small but powerful gesture as far as Vulcan standards are concerned. "Two weeks," he says, soft and low. "You have kept the secret longer than I expected."

Jim shrugs, rolling his eyes at himself, before going back to eating. At least he wouldn't have to work so hard mincing his words anymore. "Well, go ahead," he says to the twenty pairs of eyes on him, waving a hand. "Have at it."

Another blissfully peaceful, silent moment passes before the mess hall breaks into a cacophony of cheers, exclamations, and one Southern-tinged horrified wail rising above the rest.

[gumnut-logic]

Five pick ups and one drop off (Pick up 1)

A bit out there and non-canon complaint. Just doing this one for fun. Written in the few minutes between dropping kids home and dashing back to work (I may be a little late to work, oops).

I hope you enjoy :D

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Alan was excited. All his schoolwork was done for the year and he could finally go home.

There was the usual ruckus with the corridors full of students yelling summer plans over everyone’s heads, bashing lockers, and running out towards the streets where the buses were full to capacity and traffic had ground to a halt, struggling with the volume of so many people in one place at one time.

He stepped out the doors and was almost knocked flying by some quarterback wannabe determined to get home before everyone else.

Stumbling back to his feet, he stared out across the parking lot looking for a familiar car or face.

Virgil would probably pick him up, he usually did this time of year. Of course, Grandma was always kind enough to pick up the last of the Tracy brothers to go through this school.

If he was super lucky, John would be there and they could chat space all the way home to the farm. Of course, it could always be Gordy, but although Alan loved his fish brother with all his heart, Gordy’s driving could sometimes be a little terrifying.

There was the wistful thought of Scott or Dad picking him up, but both of them were focussed on their secret project on the other side of the planet and he hadn’t seen either of them for weeks.

He missed them.

But the question proved moot as he could not see any familiar faces amongst the crowd.

Maybe Kyrano and Kayo would drop by? He loved talking with Kayo. She was tough and took no crap from anyone, but beyond that, she was fun to hang out with.

Sometimes the two of them could even out prank Gordon.

He found himself grinning at the thought.

Horns honked and people yelled at each other as kids and parents milled everywhere.

Alan sighed. He just wanted to go home.

But he had to wait, so found himself a bench and sat down waiting for whichever family member drew the short straw.

A kid hurried past and knocked Alan’s overloaded bag off his lap, scattering all his books on the pavement.

“Sorry!” He didn’t stop though, running down the path and into the car waiting for him.

Alan settled on glaring after him as he bent down to gather up the mess and hope none of his work had been spoiled.

C’mon, bros, where are you?

He jammed the books back into his bag, wiping off dirt as the sound of the traffic on the street rose up to batter his ears.

God, it was loud.

Wasn’t it? A roar rose and drowned out everything. The kids around him and their parents alike were looking up at the sky and yelling something he could barely hear.

A shadow passed over Alan and a silver hull spun in to land carefully in the parking lot, struts sticking in between parked cars.

Scotty?

Alan rose to his feet and, clutching his bag, dashed across the grounds just as his biggest brother lowered himself out of the cockpit of Thunderbird One. “Allie!”

Alan dropped his bag, flung both his arms wide, and barrelled full bore into his big brother in a flying tackle.

“Oomph. Wow, squirt, if I’d known you were this eager to come home, I would have dropped in earlier.”

Alan squeezed him tighter. “You brought One.”

“That I did.”

“Dad’s not going to be happy.”

“Eh, it was worth it.”

As Alan surfaced, he looked around to find all the traffic, all the people, all the kids, standing transfixed and staring at the great Thunderbird One above them.

Scott’s arm was warm about his shoulders. “What do you say we blow this popsicle stand?”

“FAB.” Alan was grinning ear to ear.

And if the principal of the school wrote their father a very strongly worded letter regarding the damage to a tree that may or may not have been torched by Thunderbird engines, it was still worth it.

So worth it.

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[idontknowreallywhy]

1 - Presence

I’m pretty sure that the more determined I am to sit and write something fluffy in a spare moment, the more angsty it comes out. This morning I was going to write some nice earth and sky but smashed the Virg instead…

And so we have some Virgil post Scott’s going MIA because that’s clearly where the fluff lies. It’s a slightly weird idea and I maybe have fallen off the mixed metaphor cliffedge here, but sensory stuff fascinates me so…

Err… I’m sorry?

In mitigation I might have an idea for a follow up scene when Scott is finally back…

(Not well proofed, thrown down in a coffee break)

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It was an unexpected thing that finally broke Virgil:

The smell of washing powder.

An odour none of them ever noticed, because it was everywhere. A background chord running through all the linen in the place, over which all the other scents of the household were layered like a complex symphony. Until some of those more discordant scents became too loud and overpowering at which point the item was laundered, and a new score was opened beginning only with that familiar chord as a canvas.

By unspoken agreement, his room remained as he’d left it. Perhaps none of them had truly accepted he wouldn’t return to fill it with life again. Perhaps it just wasn’t necessary to thrust the knives of practicality into that particular wound yet… they weren’t short of space at the ranch.

Virgil would visit, once or twice a week, usually late at night when the effort of holding everything and everyone together had drained the last drop of his resolve and he needed to renew his vow to his big brother.

It required preparation though. He would shower, thoroughly, using a fragrance free soap he had ordered especially. Only when he was positive that all traces of his own cologne, hair products, coffee, his own smell were washed away would he open the door. He didn’t want to add anything to the faint music that persisted inside.

The bed had only been slept in three nights, on that brief visit home before he was deployed for the last time and so nobody had thought it worth stripping the sheets and laundering them. There was a light gloss of super-shiny gel on the pillow and the quiet but unmistakeable melody of his brother lingered.

The blue fluffy dressing gown on the back of the door had been worn longer and played the more powerful tune of his cologne, with a harmony of pancake batter, coffee and, on one cuff, a hint of whisky from the evening he and Virgil had sat on the back porch exchanging dad jokes and Scott had laughed so hard he’d sloshed his drink all over his hand.

He would check everyone else was asleep, then slip to his brother’s door, enter quietly and reverently remove the robe from its hook to wrap around his shoulders, lifting the outsized hood to cover his head. The intense familiarity was always a shock and so he’d stand there for a moment, surrounded by his brother’s song to catch his breath. Then, slowly he would kneel by the side of the bed, his face resting on the edge of the pillow and he would rest for a while and imagine his big brother’s arms around him. He could almost feel Scott’s forehead pressed against his own, or maybe his cheek resting on the top of his head. He’d promise again that he would look after the others. He’d be big brother as long as he had strength left in his body. And somehow, some strength would return. He’d made it through nearly three months now. He could keep going. He could do it for Scott.

He couldn’t linger there for too long. He couldn’t fall asleep here, couldn’t risk a sweaty nightmare eradicating all he had left.

He’d replace the robe and close the door, sneak back down the hallway and return to his own room. Then, and only then, could he allow the tears to fall.

One night he missed a step.

He didn’t check on the others. Maybe he also messed up the stealth part as he was jolted out of his bedside reverie by his youngest brother’s gasp:

“Scotty??!!”

He spun to face the doorway and was able to see Alan’s heart break all over again as the wrong brother looked out from under the hood.

That had been a long night. He’d done his best to explain what he’d been doing and held back his tears as he confessed he didn’t think Scott would come back as a ghost to visit them. He held the devastated child as they both wept and lay awake until the birds signalled another day to survive through was moments away from dawning.

He’d thought little more of it until one evening, well after the kid’s bedtime, Alan burst into the kitchen in a terrible panic and seized grandma by the hand, dragging her upstairs. Curious, Virgil followed and paused at the top of the stairs as he heard Grandma’s low comforting voice interspersed with hiccuppy sobs. They were coming from Scott’s room.

Virgil peered around the half open door to see his grandmother and brother crouched together on the floor, Alan clutching his empty hot chocolate mug and sobbing his heart out. He caught grandma’s eye and she indicated with a look that she had things under control. She’d handle this. He wasn’t needed this time. Virgil nodded and was about to back out when his gaze fell on the bed. And Scott’s robe in a heap by the pillows. And the marshmallows on that robe, surrounded by a spreading brown stain.

Virgil lied and said he had a migraine the following day. He shouldn’t be angry with an 8 year old for wanting to drink his bedtime cocoa with the ghost of his big brother. But he was. Because he, Virgil, was a terrible big brother. Scott wouldn’t have been angry. He’d have laughed and said it was cute and ruffled Allie’s hair and that was why Scott should still be here and Virgil couldn’t do this. They left his food outside the door, with a little get well soon card drawn in a rare fit of cooperation by Gordon and Alan. Alan had surrounded his name in hearts and kisses. He didn’t deserve it.

Late that night, after his usual shower he crept back along the corridor to Scott’s room, quietly opened the door and shut himself inside. Grandma had, indeed, handled it. The bed was neatly made again with freshly laundered sheets and the robe was hung back on its hook, fluffier than ever from the dryer. A new score was opened, only the starting chord could be heard.

Virgil took a deep breath in through his nose and tears filled his eyes.

He was gone.

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(Ok I do need to TBC it as I can’t leave him like that… I’ll fix it I promise)

update: Part 2 “Absence” is here

[rizzstappen]

College Au, I agree that you def should write it 👀👀

Ahh okay I’ve been tinkering with this for a bit! Thank you for this ask Danni!!

This is my first time writing for Maxiel and first time writing rpf in years so please be easy on me 😭 but of course feedback and any questions are welcome!! Inspired by this picture and the tags!!

Sorry for any mistakes! But I don’t think I can look or edit this anymore without going insane 🤪 enjoy!!!

Maxiel College AU where it’s a special day during junior year!

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“C’mon one more DR!” Blake shouted from across the tennis court. The Austin sun beating down on them making the already humid day feel worse than it actually was.

“Yeah, nah mate,” Daniel called back as the three men walked toward the net where they had set their backpacks down to get in a quick tennis match. “Max is waiting for me. I promised I’d be back on time. He says it’s a special day.”

Daniel had been thinking all day about it.

Before leaving for class Max had whispered to Daniel something about a special day. In his sleepy haze all the Aussie could do was hum and try to pull his boyfriend back into the warm duvet covers away from the busy campus outside their window.

Every morning was a routine once the semester began. Max woke at 7 am for his 8 am lecture. Showered. Got dressed. Kissed Daniel before he headed out the door. Daniel, of course, didn’t have class until 1:30. He liked sleeping in and staying up late. Plus he worked at the local bar which meant late night shifts. Max didn’t mind it. They always made sure to leave the afternoons free around dinner time so they could catch up on the day before Max went to play FIFA or do homework and Daniel went to work.

“He said that? You don’t know what the special day is?” Scotty asked with a slight scoff knowing if he forgot a date Chloe would have his head.

Daniel rolled his eyes sliding his backpack onto his shoulders and hiding his sweaty curls under a black and green hat “no he didn’t say what it was. If I ask he might kill me so I’m off to get some flowers on my way home” he nodded hopping the day would reveal itself when he walked in the door.

After saying bye to Blake and Scotty, Daniel headed out to the local flower shop. It was small with a French exchange student behind the counter who flirted way too much with Max in his opinion. The green eyed student recommended a bouquet of roses. Cliche.

Instead Daniel opted for an assortment of red, yellow and white tulips. Like the ones Max spoke about from his home country. Daniel liked to get flowers often wanting to give Max a little piece of home since he couldn’t travel back to Holland often.

The jingle of his key alerted the cats of Daniel’s return to the small apartment. Once inside the cats curled around his ankles and purred against his leg welcoming him back. Daniel leaned down scratching both Jimmy and Sassy behind their ears with whispered ‘hey guys, where’s dad?’ He toed off his shoes by the door before walking towards the living room. Max wasn’t in his usual spot on the worn leather couch Daniel had practically begged Max to bring back after they found it on the side of the road last year.

“Hello?” He called out the crinkle of the cellophane echoing around the tulips in Daniel’s hand.

“Shit” Max’s quiet voice echoed coming from the kitchen. Daniel made his way over seeing Max fussing over…something? His broad shoulders hunched down pulling at the fabric of his black polo that were tucked into his jeans being held up by a black belt.

Max turned holding a tray in his hands with what should’ve been a cake. The white frosting and vanilla bread had clearly turned into a crumbly mess.

“It’s supposed to be a cake, of course, but I think I took the bread out too soon and it was too hot. Of course I just wanted it to be decorated before you got back-“ Max rambled. A grin spread on Daniels lips “a cake for this special day?” He asked trying to real more information out of his boyfriend about this mystery day.

Max raised an eyebrow and nodded “of course why wouldn’t there be a cake?” He says.

Cake. Birthday? No. Anniversary? No. Daniel still couldn’t wrack his brain about what this special day might be.

Max smirked at his boyfriend as he sets the tray down on the linoleum lined kitchen counter “you have no idea what today is huh?”

Shit. He was caught. Max could read him like a book but Daniel wouldn’t admit it of course. “What?! Of course I know what today is. I got you flowers. Tulips” he grinned handing over the bouquet.

Max inspects the flowers. Not as good as the ones from his hometown but he knew it was the thought that counted. Max looked his boyfriend in the eyes a grin on his lips as he speaks “then what is today?”

Daniel looks back for a moment. What other possible date would be important enough for a cake?

A laugh bubbles up from Max “you don’t even know!” he smirked happily moving to get a vase filled with water for his flowers. “Daniel it’s the day we met in class” he spoke over the water running into the green vase “three years ago, of course” he nodded shutting the water off and sliding the flowers into the water before setting them down “it’s called a meet cute. I think” he said before he gestured to the cake sat on the counter “that’s what Victoria called it. She said it would be cute to celebrate it.”

The words ‘happy 3 year meet cute’ scrawled out in red icing against the white frosting in Max’s handwriting

Daniel was stunned.

3 years. He couldn’t believe 3 years had flown by. He remembered walking into his Horticulture 120 lecture and the only spot left was next to Max at the front row. He was sure he’d drop the class. It was an elective after all. But then he turned and saw Max’s eyes. Blue. Like the Maldives. In that moment Daniel knew he had to stay. So he did and clumsily introduced himself. His braces giving him a slight lisp. But it was the best thing he had done. Now he had an apartment and two cats with that same boy. And they were celebrating meeting 3 year later.

Daniel gives his boyfriend a soft look before his own laughter filled the space between them “oh Maxy” he said “that’s adorable really. Thank you” he says admiring the icing work he had attempted winning his finger into the white frosting and licking it off his finger.

“Happy three year meet cute anniversary” he said leaning in kissing Max’s blushing cheeks.

Max smiled turning to look at his boyfriend “happy three year meet cute anniversary” he whispered before planting a kiss on Daniel lips.

[sunsetloverrsss]

Party's and New People

Summary: Daniel and Evies first time meeting.

Warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption, smut (p in v and oral)

It was one of the colder Fridays in April in New York and Evie really wasn't feeling all too well. She had just gotten back from the gym which had been exhausting. Evie was a sweaty mess as she entered her small apartment and hung her jacket up. She was hoping a hot shower would help make her feel better because at this moment she was not in the mood for attending her friends birthday party tomorrow. That's when there was a knock on the door. She was hoping she could just have a shower and eat dinner then go to sleep and not have to deal with anyone else that day though it looks like that was not going to happen.

Evie opened the door the see her close friend chloe behind it. "Hey chloe what's up i didn't expect to see you today" evie asked as she walked further into the small apartment and sat down. Though chloe stayed standing across from her. She didn't look all to happy either. "Whats up I'll tell you what's up this text u sent me oh hey chloe I'm not sure I'm gonna make your party not feeling the best. What the hell Evie" she shouted at her. Sensing the tension Evies dog oreo got up and placed himself next to her. She found comfort in being able to scratch his ears while talking.

"Chloe it's just I really don't feel to good and I don't want to put a downer on your party either" evie said back "Are you okay can you feel a flare up coming on" chloe said suddenly feeling a sense of guilt for shouting at her friend. "No i don't think so it shouldn't be my period isn't due till the end of the month and it usually is at its worst then I'm just not in the mood after the breakup and everything" Evie replied sadly "Oh Evie that's the reason this party will be good there will be loads of singles at it" Chloe said while giving Evie a hug. "But I understand if you don't go" she added "How about this you go home and enjoy your night with scotty and I eill think about going tomorrow" Evie said.

After saying goodbye to chloe Evie heated up some leftovers she had in the fridge and headed to bed. As she lay there in bed with oreo cuddled into her side she taught about going tomorrow maybe it would be good for her maybe she would meet someone new.

That Saturday morning Evie woke up feeling refreshed she had finished her breakfast and headed for a run. She believed seeing the views of New York this early in the morning were truly something she'd never get over she loved it. She got home had a shower and realised that she would go to chloe's party.

That night Evie was glad she had gone to the party she does enjoy a good night out and on the rooftop of the restaurant the hustle and bustle was actually taking her mind off how she had been feeling. She walked up to the bar to order drink number she could not remember although she knew she wasn't that drunk.

"Hi" came from the guy next to her at first she didn't think he was talking to her but has he continued to smile at her she replied. "Hi" she said smiling. "I'm Evelyn but everyone calls me Evie" she said to him. "I'm Daniel it's nice to meet you Evelyn or should I say Evie" he replied laughing.

As the night got colder and the two continued to talk they moved over to the little couch and daniel wrapped a blanket around the both of them to keep them warm. Evie wasn't usually someone who would warm up to a person this quickly she was more of a shy person. She doesn't know if it was the alcohol or what but she just felt safe around daniel even after just meeting him.

"This is my favourite part of the day watching the sunset" Evie says while looking at the sky. "Its so beautiful isn't it" daniel answered. "So what is that you do" he asked. "I'm a kindergarten teacher what about you" she said. Daniel looked at her a little shocked. "What" she asked suprisngly. "No nothing your just the first person to actually ask me what I do in a long time. I'm an f1 driver" he replied. "Ohh your scotty's friend. I'm sorry I don't really watch f1" she started to laugh. "Its ok finally someone who doesn't want to hang out ieth me just because of what i do" he replied

The two of them sat there for awhile enjoying each others company. Chatting away there really did forget they were in a room full of people. They both just sat there gazing into each others eyes. "Is it ok if I kiss you" Daniel asks. Evie starts to giggle. "Yes yes it is" she replies. Evie swears they are the softest lips she's ever kissed. "You know my apartment is just down the road from here" she says breaking away from the kiss. "You know if that's an invite back to your place I'd happily accept" Daniel replied. As they both took off running out of the party and down to her apartment Chloe had notice her friend leave and was happy she was looking better.

They arrived at Evies apartment and could barely make it in the front door and they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Evie lead Daniel down to her bedroom. This time it was Daniel who broke away from the kiss. "Are you sure you want to do this" he asked her. "Yes" she replied breathlessly as they both joined lips again. Daniel reached around to the back of her dress and unzipped it as Evie messed with his trousers to get them off of him. He broke away for a moment to toss away his shirt and to lay himself and Evie onto the bed.

His mouth roamed to her neck just behind her ear she could feel it already she needed him badly. All she could do was moan back. Daniel moved further down her body leaving kisses all along her. Evie continued to moan. "I need you to tell me what you want darling" "I need you to touch me daniel". He didn't hesitate as he made his way down to Evies clit attaching his lips to it and swirling hist tongue around. She was already so wet. Evie arched are back and trusted her hips into nothing.

"I need more danny" she said as the pleasure overcmse her. He inserted one digit at first moving it slowly at first and then adding a second and upping the pace. "How does that feel Evie" all she could do was arch her back and moan loudly back. As Daniel could feel Evie tighten around his fingers he removed them and took his cock in his hands. Giving it a rub up and down her slit she was so wet already its was enough lubrication though before he went any further he asked again "Evelyn are you sure you want this" this time looking her straight in the eyes. "Yes ohh God danny I really want this" she replied

Daniel inserted his cock into her slit slowly giving her time to adjust and feel him. "How does that feel" "amazing but I need you to move danny" with that go ahead Daniel started to thrust in and out of Evie slowly at first but then he picked up his pace. "Ughhh Daniel I'm so close" she screamed. She was sure she had probably woken up the neighbours. "Come on darling cum for me" he replied thrusting even harder as she tightened around his cock. Shortly after Evie's orgasm came over her and she cummed causing Daniel to cum too. He pulled out of her and lay next to her as they both lay there catching their breath. That was the best sex experience Evie could say she ever had Daniel made her feel so good the entire way through and she admired his constant checking for consent before he did something.

Daniel got up off the bed and walked over to the adjoining bathroom. "Where are you going" she asked him her legs still felt to much like jelly to move. "I'll be back in a second just what there" he replied as he closed the door. Daniel cleaned himself up and went to the toilet before he grabbed a towel from the press and wetted it. He came back out with in his hands and walked over next to Evie on the bed. "Hey how are you feeling this might be a little cold but I'm just going to clean you up ok" Evie was shocked at first she never had a man who was so intune with her aftercare before. She just nodded at him. " hey I need to hear some words to make sure your okay and that you don't mind me doing this" Daniel said again. "Yes I'm good sorry no ones ever really done anything like this for me after sex. But go ahead" she said back to him calmly now that she got her breath back. " oh I'm sorry to hear that darling everyone should be treated with the same respect after sex that their given before and during it" he replied to her. Daniel couldn't believe that men could forget about aftercare it was so important. Once he was done wiping up the mess between Evies legs he put his boxers back on. "Hey of your feeling ok why don't you go the bathroom and change into your pj's and ill go get us some water" he says to her. Evie nodded her head and agreed with him.

Once both of them returned they settled back into Evies bed. She fitted perfectly under Daniel's arm. "You know Evie I'd like to see you again maybe we could go for dinner or lunch sometime" he said to her sleepily. "I'd like thst very much Daniel" she replied. "Please it's Danny now" he said to her. They both just started to giggle.

Drifting off to sleep that night Evie was so glad she decided to go to the party she got to meet Daniel and although she'd vowed to herself only a couple of days ago that she'd never fall in love with another guy after her last relationship. She thinks it's to late because she's already fallen in love with Daniel and she could see herself walking down the aisle to this man.

A/n: Hiiii so here's the first oneshot In my story it's also how the two of them met I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. (First time writing smut so please keep thst in mind) As always my ask box is always open so send them my way if you have any questions on the story 🌸🥰

[olympeline]

You know, I like the idea that one of the first real bonding moments Alasdair and Arthur ever had was in the wreckage of 1776. That widely held headcanon that Arthur hit the bottle reeeally hard and was a rum soaked mess for a good few years after Alfred left. And of course Alasdair would have been around to witness it since their joining in 1707

And it’s quite the uncomfortable surprise, too. Arthur was always such a ferocious little shit - such a thorn in Scottie’s side - that in the end he had to propose a union before they tore each other to bits and sunk Britain’s bright future with their endless wars. Much as he hated to admit it, Arthur was tough. Arthur was strong. But now Arthur’s first born son first colony has up and left, and Arthur isn’t the fire breathing vengeance machine Alasdair expected. Instead of coming up with plots to use their growing empire’s might to beat Alfred to a pulp and drag him back kicking and screaming, Arthur has spiralled into a depressive funk, is going through three bottles a day, and would have already killed himself with alcohol poisoning if he were human. Or maybe he did a few times and just regenerated, idk. Either way it seems Alasdair didn’t know Arthur half so well as he thought he did. He never predicted a reaction like this

Alasdair watches Arthur’s collapse with confusion, followed by disbelief, then open disgust. He tries to ignore it, not wanting to deal with his sibling’s antics. Even when the king and officials beg Alasdair to step in and do something, he brusquely brushes them off. He’s not Arthur’s fucking nursemaid for God’s sake! Until one day they’re due to sail together on the kingdom’s flagship and his little brother holds them up. Alasdair gets the message that the former terror of the waves is once again too shitfaced to stand up, let alone captain a ship. Now the important voyage will have to be delayed

And Scot has just hAD ENOUGH of Arthur embarrassing and inconveniencing them all like this. He swears his brother was less trouble as a mortal enemy! Alasdair storms into Arthur’s room to drag the addlepated sot out of bed and talk some sense into him. With his fists if necessary. Not that it comes to that with Arthur as drunk as he is. Alasdair has to drag him up then hold him up to yell at him. And when Arthur tries to punch him, he would have gone down like a sack of spuds without big bro’s bruising grip. It’s awkward for all involved when Arthur’s pathetic attempts at a scuffle and Alasdair shaking and yelling at him, end with Arthur suddenly crumbling and sobbing on his shoulder. Shocking Alasdair again. He doesn’t know what to do, so he just holds Arthur and haltingly rubs his back, muttering soothing nonsense. Most mortifying moment of Alasdair’s millenia+ life.

He doesn’t push Arthur away as he clings to him, though. As much as Arthur drives him insane like no one else, he’s still Scot’s little brother. So he let’s him cry and just keeps supporting him. Listening in silence as Arthur rants and sobs about Alfred: alternating between professing deepest loathing for the “traitor,” and weeping about how much he misses him and how there’s still time to fix everything and they have to try and get him back, etc. etc. It’s a fool’s hope, but Alasdair always knew Arthur was a fool

But what can he say? A smug, confrontational, fiery, normal Arthur makes Alasdair long for their old days of striking swords and border wars. A pathetic, drunk, weeping, vulnerable Arthur brings out Alasdair’s long dormant brotherly instinct. A feeling usually reserved for Wales and the Ireland twins. But, for the first time since he was a wee bairn, the instinct comes out for Arthur. It’s been so long since he saw him cry, he’d almost forgotten Arthur was capable of it

Alasdair lets Arthur cry himself to exhaustion, then helps him back into bed. Takes off Arthur’s coat, pulls off his boots, drags the blankets up over him. Arthur catches his arm, hands trembling, when Alasdair goes to straighten up and begs him not to leave him too. Alasdair rolls his eyes, cuffs Arthur - gently - and tells him to sleep it off. Then promises gruffly to be there when he wakes up, so stop being a drunk fool and go to sleep

Arthur obeys and Alasdair he keeps his word. Wales and Ireland fill in sailing duty and Alasdair stays with Arthur: king and parliament’s ranting be damned. Planning to help his little brother get himself back on track once he wakes up, starting with getting him off the booze. Or at least getting it back down to royal navy functional alcoholic levels. They can worry about everything else later

Thankfully for both their sanities, Arthur remembers very little of this when he wakes up lol. Alasdair makes sure to thank God extra hard that week at church for big mercies

[electronickingdomfox]

"The Wounded Sky" review

Novel from 1983, by Diane Duane (I had read some TOS comics, and even played a text adventure by this same author, but this is the first novel I read). Very bizarre, very imaginative. You'd probably have to go back to "Planet of Judgment" (1977) to find a similarly unusual TOS novel. Most of the "action" unfolds inside mental landscapes (and that's not even a proper description; the situation is actually far more complex than that). At times poetic, at times metaphysical, it's a more difficult novel than the standard TOS light literature, though there are also many humorous moments.

The aliens are remarkable for how truly "alien" they are, which produces lots of absurd (from a human viewpoint) situations. There's a species who only see in infrared, and needs properly heated cards to play poker. A feline alien that doesn't have language to express the passage of time. Another species with twelve sexes, all of them male (specially the ones who bear children). And glass spiders with an altogether different understanding of physics, who spend a lifetime building a nest of memories to pass to their offspring, and then die at the time of mating. I haven't read any novels by Terry Pratchett, though I know about Discworld from the videogames, but may I say there's something "pratchean" in all this?

In many ways, this is a fascinating novel. But is it a good representative of a Trek novel? I'm not sure. I feel the scope and the depth of this story is a bit constrained by the Trek frame. The TOS series, and even the movies, had a smaller scope: interpersonal problems, specially among the big three, or political conflicts. The aliens were usually very human, and represented different human societies/worldviews. Even when more alien creatures appeared, like the gas cloud from "Obsession", the story was really about Kirk's very personal demons. So maybe this novel would have benefitted if it was set in its own, independent sci-fi world, that provided the needed freedom to explore the larger cast and variety the story strives for.

I'll try to summarize the plot, though this is over-simplifying, since "themes" are more important here than "action". Spoilers under the cut:

The Enterprise is tasked with testing a new revolutionary invention, that will allow ships to travel instantly as far as they want, even outside the galaxy. The artifact in question works by "inversion", sending the starship to a different dimension where time doesn't exist, and popping it up again at the desired coordinates. Since there's no time involved, there's no damage done to ship and crew. Theoretically. Well, what could possibly go wrong?

They take aboard the artifact, along with its Hamalki inventor: K't'lk (pronounced "ketelk", I think). She's the glass spider from the cover, and thus far, takes the prize for most unusual "lady of the week". K't'lk soon becomes best friends with Scotty, though the engineer struggles to understand the nutty physics of the Hamalki. For his part, Kirk has a conversation with her about the reproductive habits of her species, during which K't'lk weaves a strange crystal sculpture, and gifts it to him. She also makes a demonstration of the inversion process, without changing the ship's coordinates. But Kirk can't feel anything, except a vague dizziness.

However, soon after leaving the starbase, the Enterprise is attacked by Klingon ships which desire the inversion apparatus. Sulu manages to outmaneuver them, sending the Klingons into a nearby star, which becomes nova right then. The Enterprise escapes the explosion in the nick of time, by activating inversion and leaving the normal plane of existence. And this time, the crew has indeed strange (but blissful) experiences during inversion. For example, Kirk finds himself living as if he was the starship itself, and this had a conscience of its own.

Upon reappearing in the normal universe, they find out the explosion somehow messed up the coordinates, so they're not anywhere near the Lesser Magellanic, which it was their mission to investigate. Also, the nearby star is going nova too. Coincidence again? Activating inversion once more, this time they're placed in the correct coordinates. But with each subsequent, longer jump, the inversion experiences are becoming weirder, and individuals start merging with other crewmembers, and seeing things from their viewpoint.

Finally, things get more sinister once Kirk reappears with real wounds, that he thought were just the product of his mind. And even worse, the Lesser Magellanic, now nearby, is showing the most disturbing anomalies. Entropy has simply ceased to exist at some points. And it seems the longer jumps with the inversion apparatus have caused this, by ripping the fabric of the universe. Thus, a new universe without entropy is sipping through the tear, and threatens to destroy everything. (It's funny how the problem in "The Entropy Effect" was that they had too much entropy, while here they have too little. If they just left it alone...).

K't'lk is sure she can close the rip between both universes, but to do so, they'll need to make a final jump right at the center of the anomaly. The climax of the story happens entirely inside the mental world of inversion. Which is highly malleable by thought, given the progressive rupture of natural laws. Also, the flux in entropy is represented by ascencing and descending slopes in the landscape. However, they can't close the rip immediately, since they discover a living, god-like being (called simply "the Others"), who would be destroyed in the process. Before that, Spock must join in a group mind-meld with other crewmembers, to give the Others self-awareness, and explain the situation. K't'lk must also stay behind with the god, to weave new natural laws for Them to live in. And she puts forth this universe by singing (echoes from Tolkien's "Silmarillion"? might be, since a forest called "Lorien" appears at one point).

Once everything's fixed, and the Enterprise is back in Federation space via smaller jumps (that won't mess up the universe too much), Starfleet decides that the inversion apparatus is way too dangerous in its present state, and must not be used. Meanwhile, everyone misses K't'lk. But when Kirk accidentally breaks the crystal sculpture that she gave to him, he discovers it was actually an egg. A new, small K't'lk emerges from it, and quickly runs to greet Scotty.

Spirk Meter (or rather McSpirk): 5/10*. During inversion, Kirk gets to see Spock and McCoy's true, deepest natures, and he's in awe with what he finds. First, he's blinded by McCoy's compassion, and the doctor's touch on his arm both reassures and bewilders him. Then Kirk is humbled by Spock's desire of knowledge and his superior mind. The three of them are relieved to find such good qualities in the others' souls. However, the scene is quite abstract, and seems to be dealing more with the characters as ideas, rather than as specific persons. So I don't find it all that slashy really.

As for Spones as such, there's the moment when Kirk finds them walking together, while inside the anomaly, and Spock looks at McCoy with "nearly unalloyed affection". Kirk also considers that McCoy is more geared towards receiving, in contrast to Spock's inclination for giving... How convenient for them!

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

[darkness-and-books]

I Like Your Sweater

TOS Leonard McCoy x gn!reader

⚠️: none I don’t think, just fluffy at the end

word count: 758

My alarm rang throughout my quarters, so I turned it off and rolled over. “It’ll go off again in ten” muttered angrily to myself. I was wrong or maybe I was right but I didn’t hear it, I don’t really know. What I do know is that it’s 9 AM and I am laaate, like the kind of late where I hopped out of bed and scrambled for any of the nearest clothes, most of which were on the floor and yesterday’s or older. Just as I was hopping about, trying to get my other leg in my pants while also brushing my teeth, Scotty’s face popped up on the video communicator. Thunk I fell over backwards, I was hoping that maybe no one, or at least no one important, would notice that I was late. I could hear Scotty’s laughter radiating from the communicator. “I see you’re already getting ready!” He belowed between fits of laughter. “Yes, why do you call?” I inquired rather loudly as I was still on the floor trying to get my pants the rest of the way on. “I just wanted to let you know that when you do finally get down to engineering, we’re having our monthly meeting to assign projects” Scotty informed while attempting to hide more chuckling. (I dunno, I just made up something important) That was today?!? “Are you kidding?!?” I popped up with my pants finally all the way on to look at Scotty. “Nope, serious as a heart attack” He deadpanned. “Fine, fine, I’ll be there!” I shouted as I dived back down to find my toothbrush in this mess. “You’ve got eight minutes, see you there!” Scotty singsonged before hanging up. Eight minutes, so really I’ve got five minutes and enough time to take the turbo lift down, and not miss anything but basic introduction. Why is it so cold in here? I know I’ve got bigger fish to fry at the moment, but I’ve gotta have a uniform sweater around here somewhere. “Bingo!” I swiped the sweater off the floor and put it on. I didn’t have time for a shower, so I did the next best thing and used a handful of water to smooth out the top of my hair and put on deodorant. I run for the turbo lift. “Morning Chekov!” I shout as I run. I get into the turbo lift and pant out engineering. I’m so grateful that it was open and I didn’t have to use the stairs. Once off the lift I run into the conference rooms in engineering, there are six of them and Scotty didn’t actually say which once we were in this morning. I started to just randomly pop my head into other meetings, fifth time’s the charm I guess because we were in room five. I slipped in and tried to sit without being noticed, but the door slammed behind me. Suddenly everyone was giving me various degrees of judgemental looks. “What?” I ask in irritation, “Nothing, you just late” Scotty reassured while glowering at all the other engineering personnel. The meeting was long and slow, the only thing I learned was that despite previous mistakes I was still working in the engine core. I had nothing else to do unless something got broken so I headed down to the medbay to see what was up with my favourite CMO. The whole way there I kept getting looks, was my hair really that bad? I thought about this and automatically ran a hand over my hair. News travels fast around here, maybe they just all know I was late, I can’t have been the only person who was late today though. I walked on into the medbay to find Leonard at his desk. Must be the luckier part of my day, he’s usually being dragged around the medbay if not the whole ship for various emergencies. “Hiya, Len!” I call to him as I make my way over. He turns to look at me and whatever he was about to say dies on his lips. “I like your sweater, darlin” he says in a slightly mocking tone. “It’s just a uniform sweater” I tell him, “Yeah, but whose uniform?” He questions, crossing his arms and eyeing the sweater. I finally look down and much to my near horror, I see a medical officer’s sweater over my engineering shirt. “Don’t worry bout it darlin. It looks better on you anyway” Leonard compliments me as he gestures me over for a hug and a kiss.

[astranite]

Tracy Puppy Pile!

Fluff and cuddles with all the Tracy bros in a hug pile!!!

For @idontknowreallywhy @edutainer2022 and everyone who needs to be part of a Tracy hug pile right now, this is for you. *hugs you all*

Very much written because of this post here :)

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Scott sat on the lounge, just taking a moment. To relax into the cushions, to listen to the sounds of his brothers moving about the house, their voices and familiar footsteps washing over him, to be. To exist as just Scott, not the Commander, not the CEO and only in the capacity as dad’s firstborn son. A quiet morning with his brothers here, a respite from everything the world demanded of him was exactly what he needed. 

Alan was first to spot big brother. He dashed across the floor level, bouncing over the back of the couch to land sprawling next to Scott who ruffled his hair. Alan squawked and squirmed and managed to mess up Scott’s perfect hair to get him back. He got booped on the nose for his troubles by big brother who looked way more relaxed with curls falling over his forehead. Then Scotty tucked him under his arm and Alan snuggled in. 

John would usually watch in amusement from across the lounge  as a cuddle pile formed so he could situate himself at the edge where he could be very much a part of it but not get completely crushed. But today something made him want to be right in the middle of it all. He curled next to Scott, feet tucked beneath him, resting his head on Scott’s shoulder, an arm around his big brother. 

Virgil sipped the last of his coffee and surveyed his brothers in their puppy pile. The smiles and laughter was the most welcome sound. He put the mug down and when John reach out an arm, sat down next to him, ruffling Allie’s hair in the way past. He leant over to wrap his arm around John’s and Scott’s shoulders both. 

Gordon flopped onto the pile like a breaching whale then wriggled like the squid he was to fit in the gaps between his brothers. He ended up lying across their laps to many groans and eye rolls, head in Scott’s. Gordon grinned up at his biggest brother, who laughed with all the fondness in the world and pulled him closer. 

Scott loved his brothers with everything and nothing made him happier than being cuddled up in a pile with them all close, warm and joyful, getting slightly squished, just because. 

[aliypop]

Any Day Now: Chapter 3

Word Count: 3,867

Writers Note: Lost steam on the Tupelo fic,but this one seems to really be coming out better!

Warning: Language, mention of pills, depression

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

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NBC Studio's June 27

"Kinda tight, huh..."

"In all the right places..." she mumbled,

"I heard that," he smirked, looking back at her as she blushed a bright red on her tawny-colored skin. Elvis was most certainly back. And she'd remind him in all the right ways that he never left. 

"Five minutes left for the first taping," Midge yelled from the top of her lungs.

"Thank you, five!" Cecelia shouted back, straightening out her black and white mod mini dress. Elvis couldn't help but stare at her figure in it. She was already voluptuous in the '50s, but God, did he love the gifts. That motherhood took to enhance her, even when sometimes Cecelia didn't like it, but that was neither here nor there to Elvis.

"El, you're shakin again..." Cecelia pointed out as she took his hands into her own,

"Just nerves, baby." he kissed her forehead,

"If you get nervous, look for me in the booth beside Binder." she smiled, "And if you can't find me, the twins will be in the audience," Cecelia mentioned as Elvis nodded. This would be the first time his kids ever saw him perform. Now, he was terrified with thoughts of doubt.

"Hey, Presley's, it's time!" Midge poked her head in as Elvis took Cecelia's hand and kissed it.

"Wish me luck," Elvis said,

"You don't need it." She winked, mumbling a prayer for him. 

The first show hadn't gone so smoothly, and Cecelia could tell by his movements. Although Elvis was comfortable and trading jokes with Scotty and everyone, Cecelia could tell in some places he was rushing from nerves and the excitement of being back on a stage performing for a cheering crowd, but my God, was she enjoying the view of him sweating and dancing all over that stage. And the grunts and groans she heard escaped his lips. Elvis was having a grand time. Until something had crossed Cecelia's mind.

 "Wait a minute..." Cecelia mumbled to herself. Either her ears and eyes were playing tricks on her, or the friction of the suit was taking its course on Elvis Presley. She knew that look from anywhere. And those sounds. But she figured she'd handle that later and meet him in his dressing room to help him prep for the second filming. 

"Hey, C, We'll need to add matts for the next show." 

"Got it, B." she gave him a nod. 

"And we'll have to cut him out of the suit."

"Got it, B." Cecelia sighed,

"Oh. And, there's a meeting about the dancers for tomorrow."

"Got it, B." She stood up.

"Mind checking on our star."

"Don't mind at all." Cecelia left, walking towards his dressing room. She had passed Rosa, who was rekindling with Scotty, a man always after that woman's heart. Even when her heart had belonged to another. God. How she felt bad for Jerry, but she was on a mission. Walking towards his dressing room, Cecelia took another big breath and knocked. 

"Mr. Presley, are ya decent?" Cecelia asked, switching up her accent to mess with him. 

"Depends, who's askin?"

"Ms. Dubios." she kept going on with her bit. Sometimes Cecelia: Enjoyed bringing back past movie characters of hers. 

"Ah..." he chuckled, knowing who it was. Opening the door, he had his brightest smile as he kissed Cecelia.

 "You fooled me there, honey."

"How'd you know it was me..." he glanced at her, his eyebrow doing the thing she loved so much, 

"Okay, okay, You got me there." she pulled him in for a kiss, "God, you're sweaty..."

"I was gonna warn ya." he laughed, pulling her into the room. Cecelia blushed, sitting on the couch, watching him get undressed and out of the black suit. 

"I usually charge for a show, you know." he chuckled, watching his wife roll her eyes.

"Well then, I owe you quite a bit of money for the times you've undressed in front of me, huh?" handing him his engraved robe. "Yes, you do." He smirked, responding to his wife as she laughed,

"Speaking of shows, number two is at 8 pm," she mentioned as he kissed her hand and took the robe,

"So I have time to take a beautiful director. Out to lunch..."

"I can't," she sighed, "I have to make sure we get a good head count of audience members for the show, and then there's the schedule for tomorrow, and then I have to stay behind. And get any last minute papers done an-" Elvis pulled her close to him and kissed her, much like he'd do in the movies. Elvis could hear the stress in her voice, but he knew she was doing this all for him. because she loved him so much. Why? He'd never know. 

"You're gonna work yourself to death if you don't take a break." 

"You're one to talk." she stole another kiss from him. 

"Well, at least let me help ya."

"And give you more stress? uh-uh." Cecelia shook her head, "You just sit here, look pretty, and don't worry about me," she looked at the clock, knowing she had to report back to Binder. Elvis knew she had a job to do, but he was missing his best friend. He was missing his wife, "But you can take the twins out to lunch?" Cecelia mentioned as he nodded. Cecelia was halfway out the door until she thought of something else to mention.

"And another thing, sweetheart!"

"Hmm..."

"Try not to cream your pants during the next show..." She smirked as he looked at her with a shocked expression,

"How'd you even-"

"Elvis... I know those grunts and moans." she pulled him by the belt of his robe, "Very... Very well... And I kinda missed them," she whispered in his ear.

"I-I-I- doubt that Cece."She kissed his neck slowly. As a groan rolled from his lips, 

" Damn it, Cece, you tease..."

"Am I teasing, or am I just missing my-"

"Daddy! Elaine and Jessie shouted as Midge cleared her throat. Cecelia pulled away as Elvis blushed, 

"You were amazing daddy." Elaine grinned,

"Thank you, little biscuit."

"No, you were fantastic." Jessie smiled, "I wanna be like you when I get older!"

"Thank you, trouble! Elvis ruffled his son's dark brown hair as he laughed, "Say, how would you two like to have lunch with me?" The twins cheered, taking his hands and running him out of the dressing room. Cecelia watched in pain as she saw her family leave her behind. Lately, that was how she felt. And she didn't like it, of course, it wasn't Elvis's fault, it wasn't anyone's, she was a mother and a wife now, her days as the rock and roll star were fading, and she'd soon accept it. 

Elaine was sitting next to her daddy in the NBC Cafe. She had seen a few of her favorite actresses pass. Elvis noticed how she'd get shy and wave while Jessie would have conversations between his burger and fries. He found it funny how they were similar to him in ways. But so much like their mother, 

"So, Daddy." Jessie started, "I was thinking, since you are on TV, I could be on TV too, and I-I-I could sing!" Elaine cackled at her brother as she snorted, 

"Whatcha gonna sing!" She teased,

"I'll sing one of Mommy's songs..." He stuck his tongue out as Elvis shot them both a glance that they knew. Oh, so well. 

"Sorry, daddy..."

"You know. One day, you two will stop fighting and get along. Guess that'll be the day dogs and cats become friends," Elvis laughed.

"Daddy, can we watch the other show?" Jessie asked as Elvis thought about it. He did want his family in one place, but he also knew they'd fall asleep. Still, he wanted them to see what all it was that he did. 

"Sure."

After the show, Cecelia was sitting on the stage, sighing. She was up deep in stress, swimming in it even. Cecelia now not only understood Binder's stress. But she understood everything her mother went through.

"You will make sure he sings; Here comes Santa Claus, correct..." Oh, how that man's voice made her skin crawl. 

"It's his show, Parker..."

"But you are his wife... aren't you afraid that the... the.. money will run dry, and you'll be a nobody from North Carolina again."

"Nope..." she kept looking over the paperwork, "I was someone before Elvis, and I'm still someone with him. Now, what do you want."

" Him to listen to me..."

"Yeah... That's not gonna happen, but good luck!" she laughed,

"You listen here. He has a reputation to uphold-"

"Elvis Aaron Presley has a reputation that you managed to almost diminish... " she stood up,

"I- I don't know what you mean..."

"Maybe I can spell it out for you, 1958..." she grumbled, "The year his world turned upside down." Cecelia gritted her teeth, "Cutting his hair sending him away... His mama died, and my sugarplum was never the same..." she teared up, 

"But he was an all-American boy that looked-"

"He was a crying, sobbing mess who couldn't get his mama back! H-He was different after the war, lost even. Elvis wouldn't barely eat. He didn't feel like singing anymore-"

"Cause he wanted to act Cecelia!" Tom laughed,

"Cause he barely wanted to live anymore!" tears in her eyes, "You weren't there trying to ease him slowly off his pills between takes. Or-or sleepless nights when the memories got hard to face!" Cecelia shouted, "You didn't have to be there for the nightmares! Between crying children and... And," She tried to walk away as the colonel opened his mouth again, 

"But I was there to comfort him like a father... and like a mother... more than anything you could understand." Tom smiled,

"Then you'd understand that for once in his life... He wants to do things his way again." she looked at him,

"But Singer..."

"It's either his way or Singer can take the fucking highway! GOD DAMNIT!" she screamed as she ran out of the soundstage, " I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Cecelia shouted as she trailed off into the hallways.

Cecelia and Elvis had been through hell and back together, but there was nothing she wouldn't do for him, and he felt the same for her. She just wanted to see him smile again and love what he did again. Cecelia looked at her reflection as she saw the 19-year-old girl with her guitar in hand and her skin-tight dress on, 

"Even when I'm married and have kids, I doubt I'll stop being me..."

How did that bright-eyed girl manage to slip away? When she looked back up, she saw the twenty-three-year-old woman. Comforting her fiance as he cried endless tears on her shoulder. And crying on his shoulder, scared she'd never see him again. But she was still herself, bold and proud. But now she was thirty-three and wondering when she stopped being so bold, so herself, if only she could get a comeback too.

"Hey, C You're more than welcome to stop for the 

 night," Steve said,

"I think I'll stay for a bit," she heard the music playing from the locker room, "But I'll see you all tomorrow for the big Bordello Scene, right?"

"You got it, C." He smiled,

Looking through the window, she could see Elvis playing his guitar with Scotty, Elaine, and Jessie, who was sleeping while his Memphis Mafia was sitting around listening. It was like Cecelia was back in 1954 on the road again, hoping from hotel to motel, playing guitar together. 

"Hey, E the Mrs.'s is at the door!" Lamar pointed out,

Elvis looked over as he saw her warm smile. Cecelia waved as he ushered for her to come in and join them. She shook her head no until he gave her his infamous pout. Cecelia walked in. She rolled her eyes,

 "Glad you could make it, Mrs. Carolina." Jerry joked,

"Figured I needed the break..." Cecelia sat next to Elvis as she kissed his cheek. Elvis could see her tear-stained cheeks, but he'd ask her about that later, 

"You gone play us something?"Red asked

"Oh, I couldn't. Besides, my Gretsch is at the house and-" Scotty gave her his guitar as Rosa puffed out her cheeks. 

"Well, if you insist..." She laughed, "Uh, you remember the chords to Hey Good Lookin?" she asked,

"Last I remember, you re-recorded that song." Elvis poked fun as he started the song. 

Laughter filled that room at 3 in the morning, and she couldn't be happier to see her Elvis back in action. It made her proud of the sacrifices she made to keep him happy.

"Hey E, we'll take the kids home for ya," Red said as Elvis nodded. Everyone could tell he was worried about Cecelia. She wasn't her usual self, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

"So what's this? I hear about you and the colonel ..."

"It's nothing..."

"I could hear ya screamin... and you don't raise your voice unless somethin's really botherin you." 

"I just wanted to defend you," she shrugged, 

"Doll, you don't have to."

"No, I do... Look, I don't want you wearin yourself so thin," she held him by the face, "You don't have to be Elvis Presley when you don't want to." she smiled, "You don't have to be him for anyone, not even me." she said to him, tears pooling in those blue clouds of his that they called eyes. 

"Cecelia..." he was lost for words.

"I just love you too much..." she cried in his chest, "I love you so much it hurts me seeing you not happy..." he held her near,

 "I love you too much, too." he kissed her head, "I know... You worry about me as I worry about you," he took a deep breath, "But baby, you can't wear yourself thin either, not for me or anyone," he laughed, "You do so much for the kids, and you do so much for me, I need you to do something for yourself, baby." He said as if he were commanding her to do so. "You don't have to be Cecelia Presley around me. You can be the Cece I love and remember."

 "Guess we just gotta enjoy the roses together..." Cecelia looked at him as he kissed her nose, 

"Guess so,"

"Hows about I take you out to dinner."

"Elvis, it's 3 am I've got a meeting in the morning..."

"Shit, it's dinner somewhere, ain't it," Elvis said as she remembered what he had said to her,

"Throw in a strawberry Milkshake, and I'll love you forever."

"So you mean I didn't have to buy you a ring?" she began to laugh as he smiled, "There's my beautiful girl."

The two were sitting in the diner, binge-eating on the most greasy foods they could find. They hadn't uttered a sentence towards one another, but they both knew that the other appreciated the time they were sharing together, 

"You know, the other day. I was out where they shot Rebel without a cause where Jimmy Dean was, and I wondered..." 

"Wondered what Star Shine," Cecelia asked

"How he had such an impact with such a short life." He sighed. Cecelia didn't have much of an answer, but she took his hands, "Because he did what he loved." She smiled at him, "You know I was thinking about doing music again, but..." Cecelia stopped in her tracks,

"Is it something you love..."

"Yeah..." Cecelia smiled

"Then what's stoppin you, honey?" Elvis asked as he saw tears in her eyes. This must have been something on her mind, "Everyone is saying I'm done." She laughed, "The press, the studios, Tom..."

"I haven't said it," Elvis mentioned as she shrugged, 

"Face it, I'm a mother now," She laughed as Elvis looked angry, "You're Cecelia Shanel Presley and Damnig, you're beautiful, smart, and a hell of a singer and guitar player, shit better than me even." 

"You flatter me, baby." Cecelia chuckled. 

NBC Studio's June 28

"Alright, that's the schedule for the day." Midge smiled. The crew disbursed as they got to work turning the soundstage into a pink whorehouse wonderland. The dancers would then rehearse the number for the scene, and Cecelia and Steve would call action, and everything would be good to go for Elvis. Cecelia had watched the girls in their gorgeous pink outfits go over the dance to Let Yourself Go. She remembered when Elvis recorded, and listening to him sing it made her feel. Oh, how she missed those days, "Alright, girls. We'll try it with the music." The Choreographer said as Cecelia watched. She followed along with them out of habit. Walking out of the room, Cecelia went to her office and checked the schedule. Everything was going smoothly, or so she thought.  

"CECELIA, ONE OF THE DANCERS, SPRANG HER ANKLE," Midge shouted as Cecelia ran back to the set. She was only gone for five minutes. When she came back. One of the lead dancers was limping,

 "Hey, This is your chance, Cece," Midge smirked, 

"This is Elvis's show," Cecelia smiled, 

"But you know the dance," Steve added,

"And the song," Midge smirked,

"Oh, no, no!" Cecelia laughed, "My days are..."

"Here, put this on and go see makeup and hair," Midge said, handing her a short pink two-piece dress. Cecelia nodded as she tried on the dress. Pink rhinestones were trailing down the asymmetrical skirt. And the halter top that matched, going into the hair department. She had a teased ponytail with a pump. Her makeup was bold, with her iconic lipstick, and her jewelry was pieces that a highly paid working girl like her character would earn with her money. When Cecelia looked in the mirror, she was no longer lost. She could feel a piece of herself coming back to her, 

"Cece, we're ready for... woah," Steve said, trying not to blush.

"Too much?" She asked as he shook his head,

"Perfect, actually." Steve smiled, "Alright, so Elvis will be in the chair, and then he stands. You're going to seduce him by singing and dancing." He explained to her as Midge smirked. The directions were simple and easy. It was just Cecelia wondering if she deserved to be up there with those bright-eyed twenty-somethings. When Elvis came on the set, he introduced himself to the girls and realized one was missing, but he shrugged it off. 

"Hey, Pres, one of the girls sprung her ankle, but we did have a replacement," Midge informed Elvis, 

"Is she late?"

"No, no, she's a little uh shy, if you will," Midge smirked, "But I know you'll love her," Midge shook her head with hope as she signaled for Binder to call out,

"ALRIGHT ACTION!'

As the song started, the girls got to dancing, and Elvis walked in with his all-Jean outfit. They would then sing to him as he was sitting in the chair. Elvis felt like a kid in a candy store. There were girls on him everywhere, touching him and giggling, and on the sidelines watching for her que was Cecelia, who was siking herself out about it. She couldn't do this. Cecelia was past her prime. She was a mother, Cecelia was a wife, and she was on! Sauntering across the set she did her spin that led her into the lap of Elvis.

 "Don't be afraid, just relax and take it real slow..." She sang as she brushed her nose to his, her hand on his thigh, the other on his chest as he leaned in to almost kiss her. The two then stood up as she pinned him against the wall, "Cool it, baby, you ain't go no place to go." The rest of the women following her lead, Elvis couldn't take his eyes off his wife. He was mesmerized by her, watching her do her dance solo. All he could do was smile. But also feel his jeans getting tight. But then Cecelia had done something he never knew she could do before. Taking him by the hand, he hand spun her as he had rehearsed with the girls, but there she was in a split,

"Kiss me nice and easy, but take your time!"She pushed herself against him as she felt him on her neck, 

"Cause baby, I'm the only one here here in line." Elvis sang back to her, "All you gotta do is just," he grunted as she moaned, "Let yourself go," the outro repeated as she sat in his lap as the girls surrounded him, "You're the sexiest one you know." He whispered in her ear as she smirked, 

"I know." She winked, 

"CUT!" Steve smirked, "That was perfect! The raw passion, the seduction!" he laughed, "How'd you even manage to!"

"She's Cecelia Shanel Presley. She can do anything," Elvis said, carrying her bridal style. 

"Where are they going," Steve asked,

"Somewhere that Singer sewing machine can't go," Midge smirked, 

"Where has all that been hiding..." Elvis asked. They were both lying on his couch with only a blanket covering them, "I guess seven years of becoming just a wife and a mother hid me away." she mumbled. Elvis kissed her forehead as his hand was still on her thigh, and he was still buried deep inside her loving warmth. "Well, no more hiding, baby." He kissed her passionately as she moaned, "It's your turn to shine."

"In what..."

"Don't get mad at me, Cece... But..." Elvis trailed off,

"What did you do..." 

"I may have told your mama it's time you get back out there on tour, new records, maybe even Vegas..." Cecelia playfully swatted at him, "What about the kids! What am I going to wear!"

"Cross that bridge when you get to it, honey." He kissed her again as she laughed, "I would offer you Bill, but, uh, he's mine," Elvis joked as she rolled her eyes. 

"Elvis, can I be honest with you," Cecelia asked,

"Of course, honey, always."

"I haven't felt like myself lately... I felt invisible. I felt trapped in a box again and-" She sighed. Cecelia knew that what she was about to say would devastate Elvis. But he needed to know, "I felt like I wanted to die, so secretly, I've been taking these depression pills and..." Cecelia looked at Elvis as he hugged her,

 "And have they helped?"

"Not really," Cecelia shook her head, "They made the thoughts worse." 

"Why didn't you tell me!"

"Cause I had to be okay for you. And the kids, my mother, Dodger, the mob, your cousins, your father! My Father!" She began to breathe hard, 

"Cecelia, you don't gotta be happy for all of us. If you're hurtin'. Honey, tell me, I can't lose you. It would break my heart." He held her tightly, "Understand? You're my best friend, my wife, my reason." Cecelia hugged him tighter.

"I love you, Pres." She cried,

"I love you more, Val," He kissed her forehead,

"Hey, Cece, the phones for you." Midge said,

"MIDGE GO!" Cecelia shooed her off, 

"Alright I'll tell your mother you're too busy warming Elvis up!"

[m0ssybox]

Day 1: Trope Subversion Bad Boy trope cuz I though it would be funny

@mcyt-aro-week

"Y'know, this is a bit pathetic of you, dont you agree?" Grians voice broke his train of though, though it wasnt much of a train and more of one cart going around and around in never ending loop of nothingness, and that analogy was quickly getting away from him. "No, Grain, I don't think pining from Mr. Goodytwo shoes is pathetic, totally don't, where could you ever get that idea?" That sounded like it had more venom than it needed to, but then again maybe he really needed that much venom, or maybe even more, who knows?

"Hey! No need to get bitchy, Im just saying, your trying to keep your 'bad boy' appearance while also going for someone who is the complete opposite." Grian shrugged, and Joel knew Grian thought it was pathetic, but grian didnt have much to say with whatever he had going on with the tall lanky kid, Mumbo or something, not important anyways. This time Joel didn't reply, instead just groaning and hiding his hands in his face. "This is terrible" He mumble into his hand. He could hear Grain laugh at this, but he mostly tried to tune it out.

Jimmy groan, flopping down face first on his, Tango, and Scotts bed, right next to the others. "I don't know what to do guysss" he practically whined, though it was muffled by him shoving his face in the bed. Jim felt a hand start to mess with his hair and groaned louder.

"I mean, I think the best thing to do it tell him?" Tango suggested, though it sounded more like a question, like he himself wasnt sure that was a good idea.

"Well yeah, but I don't even know if he likes me like that or is intrest in that!" He finally pulled his head away from the bed so they could hear him better.

"You'll never know untill you ask, Sweetie. Amd even if he isn't interested I'm sure he'll still want to be friends, mostly because he isnt that dumb." God, Scott always knew what to say in situations like this, because no offense to Tango but his advice is horrible.

"I guess thats true...when should I tell him?" Jimmy asked, rolling over to stare at the celling. Honestly he didn't even know how he would go about it, he really isnt sure how Joel feels about him, because sure they talk and Joel isnt particularly mean, hes actually quite nice to him, but that doesn't automatically mean Joel would be interested in a qpr.

"You could always met him today?" Scott suggested, though it didn't make much sense because last he knew, Joel spends his weekend with Grian, being 'bad boys' whatever that could mean for them, noone really knows anyways.

"I really couldn't, hes usually busy with Grian."

"Maybe hes not..?" Scott definitely did something, hes not sure but he didnt something to get Joel away from Grain.

Joel felt his phone buzz in his pocket and then heard a ringtone, indicating that it was infact Scott texting him this time, gosh what could that man what today. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone, quickly unlocking it and going to his messages with Scott.

Scotty boy: joel, are you prehaps busy right now?

Joel: Not really what do want now.

Scotty boy: how would you feel about meeting up? Like right now at the cafe near your house.

Joel: ig i could, why

Scotty boy: well mr.bad boy, I have something important to tell you, but if you reallyyy dont want to, Ig it could wait

Joel: ugh ill be there in 5.

Scotty boy: perfect!

"Bloody hell, what could he want now" He mumble under his breath, pocketing his phone before standing up and walking to his dresser to find clothes that would make him look semi presentable.

"Joel, whatcha doin'?" Grian asked, slightly confused on what was happening.

"Scott wants to meet up with me for some odd reason I dunno why." Joel answered, Shrugging on a pull-over and a pair of trousers.

"Uhh okay, have fun with that, Ill be here." Grian said, pulling out his phone, probably inviting someone over while he's gone. Joel let out a 'mhm' and made his way to the door.

"Scott, why are you dressing me up like some kinda of toy?" Jimmy waw beyond confused right now. All he knew that he and Scott where going a on a date, as Scott put it, to some cafe hes never heard of.

"You want to look good for out date right? And no offense but I dont trust you to dress yourself Jim" Scott replied, throwing some more of Jims clothes on the floor, which would need to be washed later because of that.

"I guess, but I can infact dress myself just find, I'm an adult y'know."

"You're an adult who doesn't know how to dress well."

"I disagree I think I look perfectly fine." Jimmy knows he looks decent atleast, not bad enough to where he has to get dressed by someone else.

"Oh shush and let me do this or Joel will never want a qpr with you." Huh, strange.

"What are you talking about with Joel?"

"What?" Well, now Scott was just playing dumb with him, god dose he hate when Scott dose that.

"Scott, you said something about Joel, why?" He wasn't going to stop untill he got answers...he might actually that seems annoying for both of them.

"I didn't. Anyways, hurry and put these on so we can leave."

Joel made it to the Cafe fairly quickly, which was expected because he lives fairly close to the cafe, and now he was just waiting too see whatever Scott wanted. He flinched a bit when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned back to find Scott and Jimmy..? What in the world, why was Jim here.

"Hope we didn't keep you waiting too long, Jim was taking a superr long time to get ready." Scott said like it was nothing, sitting down across from Joel.

"Hello, Scott and Tim. I didn't know you were coming with Scott."

"I didn't know you were going to be here." Jim sat down next to Scott. Also, it was weird, why didn't Jim know he was going to be there, he assumed Scott would have told him, but he also didn't tell Joel Jim was coming so it wasnt fully outta the picture that he didnt know.

"So Scott...what did you need to tell me?" Joel asked, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets.

"Well, I may have lied, it was actually Jimmy who wanted to tell you something, just needed me to get you here so I'll be taking my leave bye, Ill be taking me leave." Scott Stood up, giving Jims hand a small squeeze and whispering something to him.

"So, Tim, what was it that you needed to tell me?"

"Well, uh maybe I had something to tell you and maybe its embarrassing so like dont judge me?" Jim's voice shook a little as he spoke, either from nerves or possibly fear, Joel didnt really know.

"I won't judge" unless it was something stupid, but Jim didn't need to know that.

"Okay, well I have to, y'know, like be your partner, if you'll have me" Joel was speechless, that was not on his bingo card for today, not that he was complaining.

"I, uh, yeah, I would like that too."

[bbxnny-bbxtch]

Random First Date w/Scotty headcannons 🫶🏽

Having a crush on Scotty is like a battle

She's so oblivious to your obvious advances

She'd go on and on about Yvonne..

She's so loving and just isn't sure how to express it...normally

When she first figured out she had feelings for you she definitely started to avoid you at work

Which was undeniably hard because you sit next to each other and were considerably close

She abused her red cap privilege

Everyone noticed her strange behavior and were very judgmental

She's so damn obvious with it, but you were too

Initially you thought Yvonne had come back from France and you distanced yourself as well

This caused you both to become just..idk a huge ball of sadness. A mess essentially

Dean had to slap you and tell you Scotty liked you back and THATS why she was avoiding you

Big slap in the face honestly

So, one day after your shift you left early to meet her at her van

She rushed out as she usually does, trying to avoid you. Not noticing you were leaning on the driver's side door

"So..you gonna ask me out soon or what?"

you're such a cocky bitch

Her shy smiles were so endearing you just couldn't help it. You did grab her by her waist and smirk as you whispered in her ear

"Come on, we have lots to talk about love"

You just sorta got in her van and let her drive you around as you both talked it out

You carried the conversation basically

She's so fucking fidgety and cute at first.

Later on she'd become more dominant and took lead

This kinda left you in a stupor..bc WTFFF

Switch x Switch supremacy tho

She took you out to a movie 🥹

Neither of you watched that bs though..

She's so sly, she chose a boring movie on purpose so that you guys could kiss and touch flirt in the back of the theater

She drove you home of course

After your first date she camped outside of your apartment in the van.

She'd be super shy initially when you came outside in the morning and found her there sleeping

But honestly- you thought it was cute

The thought of her wanting to protect you and watch you through the night hsjjfksk

So...first Scotty thing I've done and I love it tbh (i love her.) I need more Scotty content she's just so adorable...

[ytptennis]

dotmunch headcanons part 2:

munch slowly but surely gets the hang of helping dot with cooking. the problem is that he's extremely slow out of fear of messing up so he's always very methodically measuring & cutting things even after it develops into a genuine skill. his favorite thing to make is bread from scratch.

(got this from my mutual!) he can't go to sleep unless dot tucks him in. sometimes he'll be hanging out in the shadows near the staircase waiting for her, which catches wayne off guard every time.

hates hates HATES ppl singing happy birthday. the first time he witnessed it was during scotty's first birthday with him as a family member & he instantly had a full body reaction, like someone shielding themself from emergency broadcast signals. wayne tried it as a joke during munch's first birthday there & munch hissed at him. he doesn't like holiday music either

continuing with birthday stuff, he never knew birthdays were for gift giving, so he was very touched when dot teaches him about the usual customs, though he clarifies he does not want to be treated like a child & will freak out if someone tries singing to him. the lyons always try to make or buy things that help him with different kinds of organization.

he does not nor will he ever know how to use modern technology beyond basic functions. obviously we can infer from his job as a hitman that he knows how to use vehicles & phones for correspondence but as far as the recreational uses of a phone or a computer he's a caveman. completely analog. like literally someone who you should never show the scary maze game to bc he will commit several felonies. he's not incapable of learning nor is he fully unaware of how modern tech is used, but he just doesn't see how it would apply to the way he lives his life & thus finds it unnecessary.

following the success of dot's online knitwork shop, she ends up corresponding with molly & gloria over facebook after they become loyal customers.

dot & munch eventually discuss the social roadblock that is his inclusion to the family & the events that led up to it. what they come up with is that after dot ran away from the ranch, she found refuge at a shelter for domestic abuse victims. munch's story is that he escaped from an overzealous religious family who abused him & kept him cut off from the rest of the world. they met at the shelter & became fast friends.

immediately after the ending shot of the season, munch breaks out into soft happy cry-laughter. dot goes to throw her arms around him. scotty follows suit. wayne peels one of munch's hand from dot's back to hold it.

dinner is fun. munch savors every last bite of his meal while dot & scotty laugh at wayne trying to pretend its not too spicy. hes in disbelief that someone who hasn't had a meal in hundreds of years doesnt seem to respond to the spices. munch ends up eating a majority of the biscuits.

after helping with the dishes, munch asks if he can go take a bath. dot takes him upstairs to show him whats what; where the towels are, where the soaps are, shampoo & conditioner, etc., & then goes to find him some old clothes wayne doesn't use anymore. she comes back & munch is curled up in the tub, resting his head on his knees like hes asleep, & the bathroom is almost completely obscured with steam. she approaches quietly & starts lathering up his hair. when he reaches back she thinks its to swat her away, but he just places his hands over hers as they work. she lets him know he has a home there no matter what.