scotty here

tag yourself, i’m photosynthesis (tos version here)


max having flashbacks to camp

hold you || scott mccall

author: @broodybell
pairing: scott x reader
word count: 1,765

warnings: triggering, very angsty. 

authors note: i just needed to write out some angst and i love scotty so much so here you go kids. 

summary: scott finds reader having an anxiety attack in the girls bathroom. 

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Partners in Crime

 Author: @redstringlovers

Characters: Theo x reader

Request: So this was from a prompt list which you can find here. The prompt was “You’re one hell of a girl” and “You’re one hell of a guy” with a character of my choice.

Warnings: tiny swearing and fluff

Word count: 2,534 words

A/N: Did Sammie actually write a fic that doesn’t involve DOB? Why yes, yes she did :) Thanks to the anon for requesting this and @susybird for proofreading as always! Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think :)

Originally posted by puxlineel

“Where is she?” Theo barges in through Scott’s house, anger showing on his face.

“Theo, calm down-“ Theo pushes Liam out the way and looks to Scott.

“Don’t ever tell me to calm down. You guys were supposed to be watching her.”

“And we were! Look, we don’t know how she got taken okay? Everything was secure.”

“Yeah, well clearly we have two totally different meanings of ‘secure’ Scott.” Theo runs his fingers through his hair, letting out a big sigh before sitting down.

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An Avengers Supernatural AU

Part 1: Fledgling

Y/N has created a chatroom: Meet the new Fledgling

Y/N has added Tony, Clint, Sam, Natasha, Thor, Steve, Bucky, Bruce.

Thor: Our human! We have missed you!

Tony: New fledgling?! Some of us are thousands of years old, we can’t have a fledgling join us! I am too old to look after a child!

Y/N: I missed everyone too!

Y/N: except Tony

Sam: a burn not even sunlight can best

Y/N: He’s a newly turned vampire, Stark. You and Natasha can guide him through the process. Plus, I don’t get to decide who joins our group. I’m just assigned to make sure you all abide to human laws.

Thor: Yes, our human speaks the truth!

Bruce: A vampire? Pity. I would have liked another werewolf to join Barnes and I.

Y/N: I’m ordering everyone to meet at Stark Castle. Introductions can be done in person then, but for now, the chat will do.

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Ronan Lynch in watercolor and gouache. This started out as a digital painting and… migrated.  

(It’s that thing I’ve been working on for the past week. WIP shots: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5])

For Kaity.

Originally posted by becausepine

For @kaitymccoy123, after a rough day. I love you to bits, dear, and I think they lost out, not you. I hope this is decent (banged it out on lunch break, posting quickly. Probably riddled with errors). Also, it’s incredibly difficult to find a good AOS Scotty gif.

“I didn’t get it.”

“Ya what?” Monty’s nose crinkles in a way that you would normally find adorable. As it is, the entire world seems dampened by the bitter disappointment that snakes through your chest, and your answering smile is hollow.

“The job. I didn’t get it.” Despite your best efforts, you feel your voice hitch a little on the words. 

“The rat bastards,” he spits, dropping his spanner and pulling you into his arms, heedless of the fact that you’re in the E deck corridor for all to see. You smush your nose into the mesh fabric of his red shirt and let him hold you tight. 

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” he murmurs, more an instinctive litany of comfort than actual shushing. He rocks you gently back and forth, threading agile fingers through your dark hair. His skin smells of bay rum aftershave and something vaguely singed, and it crosses your mind to ask him, later, how the refit is coming. He presses his lips to your temple and sighs heavily through his nose. “The silly sods don’t know a good thing when they’ve got it.”

His words send hot tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Silly as it is, to cry feels a little like defeat, like one last punch in the gut. You pull back, biting at your lip and swiping your face in frustration. 

Monty catches your hands in his. “My heart,” he says softly, reaching to thumb away the tear-tracks that stain your cheeks. “I know what I’ve got right here.” His eyes are dark as he stares at you for a long moment, as if memorizing your features. You can see, suddenly, that he shares your heartbreak. He clasps his fingers around the nape of your neck, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead and fluttering his eyes closed. “I have the very best thing, Kaity. I have you.”

Bonus, because I just can’t resist.

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Prompt: Congrats on 900! That’s a wonderful big number! Could you do number 40 AOS Scotty, pretty please?? :D For @mustanglegends

Pairing: Scotty/Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: this turned out longer than I wanted. But I really, really love it.  I hope you love it too.

Word Count: 1048

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