#ALSO THE TUMMY TRAIL ???!!?!?? IM GONNA PASS AWAY

[tv1xx]

I’m literally running around my room like a hamster in a wheel because of HOW GOOD THIS ISSSSSSS. This is healing me as a football fan who has to wait 28 more Sundays for Football. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. (also starting a series of Invincible x NFL :3)

ALSO, COMM CRIS BECAUSE THEY ARE AMAZING!!!! LIKE LOOK! LOOK AT ITTTT

a waist up flat colors comm for @tv1xx ! She wanted nolan in a 49ers uniform for her rly cool invincible football au

Had a lot of fun doing this ! My commissions are currently open ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎

[impalaanddemons]

Enterprise Crowd - Snowy Christmas Special Part 2

Summary: A mission gone wrong. A landing party stranded in a snow storm. A relationship that needs some serious alone time. She is our mutinous Lieutenant Reader, part of Enterprise IT. He’s her commanding chief engineer. And they’re 60 inches deep in snow. Wordcount: 1500ish A/N: What do your elven eyes see? Ohhhhh it’s the second part of the fluffy fluffy christmas special. It’s just fluff. Seriously. I wanted to write fluff. PWP?! Warnings: Cursing, more cursing, rocky relationship, age difference, there is so much fluff on the horizon you have no idea, i hope you’re excited as i am

You stared at each other for what felt like a full minute in the freezing wind, although merely seconds passed. „It’s bitter cold here, Sir. And you aren’t wearing a life suit.“ „I would’nae have to, if someone would listen for once.“ he barked and stepped over to your side, leaving a visible trail in the snow. You perked your head to give him some clever retort, but he cut you short with what resembled some sort of low growl containing all his disapproval. „There’s a starfleet safehouse a mile east. Get going.“

You lifted an eyebrow at him and he laughed that short barking laughter again. “What, lass? Ye think this old engineer doesn’t have trick or two up his sleeve?“

When you arrived at the safehouse you were frozen to the bone despite your thick clothing and didn’t even want to think about how the scotsman felt. It was more of a hut then a safehouse if you had to be completely honest. The walls could use a paint job and at least one of the windows looked like it was more of a decor then a functioning piece of architecture. „You serious?“ „Ye wanna sleep outside?“ „Yeah. No. Fair point.“ you conceded and headed inside with him.

The inside of the warehouse - hut - was only marginally better - the wind whistled through a window that couldn’t be shut completely anymore and by morning the snow would’ve piled up to the roof. Kirk personally would’ve to shovel you out of that. „Ah, look, lass. They got a fireplace.“ „How .. romantic.“ you offered. The scotsman gave you a serious side eye, then went on to grab some firewood - conveniently stacked in a corner of the room - and began starting a fire in the open fireplace. It did seem rather archaic for starfleet, but who knew how long this hut had been defying the storms of this planet. „You were a boyscout?“ you lifted your eyebrows, sitting down on the edge of one of the cots in the room. It was still too cold to slip out of your environmental suit. Guilt  pinched at your gut. „Boyscout“ he huffed and stared at the small flames already licking up at the wood he had placed down.

„I’m a scotsman, Y/N! I grew up with this.“ he almost seemed cheerful now. Which was better than having a fight about your stubbornness. „Father always took me out camping when I was a laddie.“ he continued, poking the fire with an iron stick. „We’d go fishing. Have a campfire. Ah, good times.“ he chuckled to himself while the fire started blazing, engulfing the first small log of wood he’d carefully placed there. „You make it sound like it was a hundred years ago, Monty.“ you answered and immediately felt the blood rush to your face at the use of your term of endearment for her. It had just slipped out of your mouth and you bit your tongue for its betrayal. The chief commander turned around to face you - his face had gone soft, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was a handsome bastard. Tall and with muscles in the right places and a small tummy the uniform usually hid away. „I am an old man, lass.“ he answered and, after making sure that the fire was really going now, threw another log into it. The flames shot up. It would be warm in no time in the small room.

„Getting older by the minute.“ „You’re not that old.“ you carefully avoided another term of endearment, instead started pulling at the zipper of your suit. „Old enough for ya.“ Instead of an answer, you just rolled your eyes. Aside from being loyal and occasionally funny he was also stubborn enough to cover for a donkey if there was ever need for it. You slipped out of one arm of your suit in silence and listened to the storm outside howling and ripping at the hut. Listened to the fire crackling and your own heartbeat. „Ye should come over here.“ he said. „And sit on the ground? Eh. No.“ you slipped out of the other arm and then straightened up to slip out of the rest of the uniform. Too busy for a moment you didn’t notice the chief engineers eyes on you immediately - only when he looked up and you realized that you were only wearing a shirt and shorts did you make the connection between his expression and his half parted lips. You had seen that expression on his face before. A few times in fact. And the first time you saw that face was back when you had shared the first night together. You shuddered involuntarily and turned your face away. „Nothing I haven’t seen before“ he muttered, his voice in its lowest register now.

Goosebumbs crept up your arms despite the warmth of the fire. „Oh“ you looked over your shoulder and smirked at him. „Have you been spying on me, Mr. Scott?“ „I should, maybe you’d be more willing to follow your orders then?“ „Way to ruin the mood, Mr. Scott.“ you shot back and pulled a blanket of the nearest cot to wrap yourself in it. „Ye did think i’d just gonna let it pass?“ he poked the fire once more, then added another log. „I had hoped you’d fall for my charm." He raised his eyebrows and closed the distance between the two of you. His face was stern and earnest and full of intent, it took your breath away when he turned you around with one hand. „But I already have, Y/N.“ he said. A soft expression settled in the corner of his eyes, the tug at his lips. „I have a long time ago.“ his hand cupped your chin - his rough fingertips, still cold from the weather outside. You lifted your own hands and put them on his. Hot and cold. There was always a faint smell of oil and electronics on him and that other part that made him him. Your eyes found his and you smiled a little. He bent down - oh he was definitely your type how could you ever have denied that? - and placed a small kiss on your lips. You sighed. „I’m sorry.“ He quirked his head a little, like he always did when something caught him by surprise. „Lass, I need to put the date down.“ „Oh, shut up.“ you laughed. „I should call Mr. Scofield. Wait.“ he ducked away from your hands and flipped open his communicator. „You don’t.“ you snatched it out of his hands, still laughing and threw it on the bed. He chuckled, a beaming smile on his face. His right arm caught you while moving and pulled you close, right into his tight embrace.

You could drown in his arms. Surrender to his tight grip forever. A warmth that had nothing to do with the flames filled your heart and made it pump frantically. „Yer a bullhead.“ he whispered. You could feel his lips moving at your ear now. „I learned from the best.“ you muttered your voice fluttering uneasy. The scotsman chuckled. A low, warm rumble that tickled down your spine. He gently pushed you backward until the hollow of your knees hit the cot. You stood there for a second, his  free hand, the one not nestled around your hip, moving up to your hair, burying itself wistfully.

Another gentle push from him, toppling you onto the cot as gentle as possible. „Ye need to lemme under that blanket“ You had to stifle a laughter at the engineer gently pulling with two fingers at the blanket. „If you ask that nicely.“ He pushed back - just a little, not letting go of you but creating enough space to pull another blanket over the two of you.

Then he climbed onto the cot as well - some shuffling and shoving and a bit of laughter. His lips in your hair and on your forehead, he pulling you half over him like a separate blanket until you lay in his arm, the both of you fitting barely so on the cot. „No one move now.“ his voice was raspy at your ear. His lips tugged at your earlobe, the soft skin of your neck almost lazily. „I hate you.“ you sighed, leaning into his warmth and idle caressing. „Ye liar.“ You smiled to yourself. He was right, of course.

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