#mini x scotty

[seaweedstarshine]

—on the topic of psychotic Summers brothers, I only just caught up with six months of X-Men after stopping for six months the topic of Gabriel referring to the tags of my last X-Men post a month ago — but I was happy to see Scott's torture-induced psychosis didn't (definitively) turn out just to be that he'd calculated what others hadn't. Yes, the woman he'd accurately calculated would save him was Dr. Gregor, not Jean, but that doesn't change that he remained unsure if Jean was real (and thought she was alive) while the all-seeing Enigma knew on the contrary that Scott was delusional because Phoenix thus equally (an equivocation which casts further doubt of Scott's fiery visions ever being genuine, as Jean's dying mind had departed Scott well before Mother Righteous sacrificed Jean's dead fragmented self for Dominion, before Scott was tortured) Jean — were so utterly dead that Rachel and Hope had to cancel out death to reverse it. Yet Scott, hyper-vigilant traumatized autistic brain-damaged neurodivergent soldier that he is, seemingly accomplished all these strategic calculations while having a psychotic “break,” which is extremely in character for him—

[whorekneecentral]

Old Friends

Lance Stroll x Vettel!Fem!Reader

Warnings: big brother seb!!!, queen hanna appearance + a mick and gina cameo, lance has a crush, alcohol and the consumption of, being tipsy/kinda drunk, mentions/ insinuated that someone cheated, nipple play, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, seb teasing the two of you.

Word Count: 2,492

Author's Note: this is one of my favs so far. I couldn't write lance and not put in seb, it just wouldn't be me.

merry smutmas series

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Lance gets an invitation to an old teammate’s place to ring in the new year but he finds himself too distracted by someone in particular to care about the ball dropping.

The invite came in the mail; a dying trade his former teammate would tell him.

A little brown envelope with silver glitter all over it, surely his girls helped him put it together. The card inside was hand written, Sebastian's scrawled cursive with pictures drawn in pencil crayon and covered in glitter at the bottom.

You're invited to the Vettel household on December 31st at 9pm for a New Year's Eve celebration.

Please rsvp by December 22nd.

With love,

Sebastian, Hanna & the Vettel children.

Lance didn't have plans, his parents were doing their own things and Chloe would be in Australia with Scotty and his family so he took his phone out and texted Seb right then.

To Seb: Hey man! Got your invite, tell the girls I said their drawings were adorable. Just letting you know I'll be there :)

It took Seb 10 minutes to reply.

From Seb: Thanks Lance! The girls say hello and thank you. We can't wait to see you.

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Lance finds himself on the Vettel's doorstep on New Year's Eve, a bottle of some expensive Swiss wine in hand. He knocks on the door and Hanna opens it with a little boy in her arms.

"Lance!" She smiles, stepping to the side for him to come in.

"It's so nice to see you," the younger driver says, kissing her cheek before saying hello to their son.

"Please make yourself at home. Food and drinks are in the kitchen and Sebastian is somewhere around here." She tells him, rocking the sleepy boy, "you know how he is." She laughs, shutting the door.

Lance nods, smiling at her as he follows her into the house. The place is full, he showed up around 10 rather than the 9pm invite but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Everyone is all over the place; he goes over to say hello to Seb and then bumps into Mick who was there with his girlfriend, sister and her boyfriend.

He does in fact make himself at home, putting the wine in the kitchen before getting himself a drink. His red solo cup has some vodka in it and he spins around, looking for the cranberry juice. He sees everything but that.

"Need help?" A voice comes from behind him and before he turns, he knows exactly who it is. He smiles when he does turn, now face to face with her. "Hi y/n."

"Hey Lance," you smile, "what are you looking for?" You walk over, hugging the man hello.

"Cranberry juice." He tells you and you nod, walking to the fridge to grab it.

Lance watches you, admiring your outfit; a slinky silver top and a black mini skirt that frankly wasn't very family friendly but was on par with the theme of the night. He had met you when Seb became his teammate at Aston, you had a habit of following your brother around the world when you got bored of your life. You were only a year younger than Lance but he was intimidated by you.

You were just as bubbly and fun as Seb, loud and out there but in Vettel fashion, you could become broody at the snap of your fingers; something that only happened if someone fucked over your brother or at least that's when Lance noticed it.

Now if Mick had walked into the kitchen then, he'd be teasing his friend.

He was aware of the crush his friend had on his other friend. Mick had encouraged Lance to talk to you time and time again but he could never work up the courage. When he finally did, you were in a relationship and you had been since.

"Here," you hand the bottle over to him, "I put it in the fridge. It gets gross.. well even more gross when it's warm."

Lance smiles, "thanks." He pours the juice into his cup, before settling it back into the fridge. In the meantime, you had been filling a few shot glasses with what looked like tequila.

"Are you driving tonight?" You asked, downing one of the shots. Lance shook his head, "took an Uber."

"Perfect," you handed a shot over to him, picking up another one for yourself. "Bottoms up, Stroll." You tapped your glass to his and down the tequila.

Lance makes a face, clearing his throat which makes you laugh. "So, how are you? How's Fernando as a teammate?" You ask him, pouring some soda into a glass.

"I'm okay. He's pretty okay too, he's no Sebastian Vettel though."

You smiled, "that's what I like to hear. I've been keeping track, you did great this season."

"Yeah? You think so?" He asks and you nod, leaning on the counter as you take a sip of your soda. "Thanks," he smiles, taking a sip from his glass in hopes that it covers the blush on his face. "So uh.. how have you been? How's your boyfriend?"

"I'm good," you smiled, "as for him? Who knows, he's probably fucking some model somewhere."

Your words catch him off guard, Lance chokes on his vodka. Your brows furrowed, his hand rubbing at his chest as you looked at him. "Sorry, I just... I take you two aren't together ?"

"No," you shook your head, "it's whatever though."

"Sorry to hear that," he tells you and you shrug, smiling at him. You were about to say something but Gina was shouting for you, something about shots. "Excuse me," you smiled at Lance, picking up the bottle of tequila and the pack of shot glasses before heading over.

As much as Lance wanted to be sorry about your relationship ending, he couldn't be. This must be some sort of gift from god, for you two to be in the same place while you're single and he had enough liquor in him to tell you the truth.

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The hours go by and it's inching closer to midnight with each passing second and you were dancing around the kitchen as you got a snack. A slice of pizza held between your teeth as you poured yourself a drink.

"Hey," you mumble, mouth full as you take the bite and hold the pizza. Lance smiles at you as he gets himself another drink. "Hey."

"You good?" You asked, setting your pizza on the counter. Lance nods, "perfect, you?"

"Yeah," you smiled, shimmying your shoulders as you danced your way over to the Canadian driver. He smiles, watching you. The many tequila shots added up over the night and the fact that the tiles were sticky from what seemed like spilled soda, caused you to slip and fall right into Lance.

His drink spills all over your very cute top. "Oh damn," you tsked, looking down at yourself. "Oh shoot, are you okay?" you asked, looking at him to see if anything got on him.

"I'm okay, are you?" His hands held your forearms, steadying you. "Do you need to change?"

"I probably should," you tell him and Lance nods for you to walk, his hand holding onto your arm to keep you steady. He knew the layout of the house, he had come over for dinner many times before and he had spent the night after one too many glasses of wine.

Lance walks you up the stairs, hands on your waist as you two head up. You walk into the guest room and Lance shuts the door, "are you okay ? Do you need help finding anything?" He looks at you as you sit on the bed.

You shook your head, "all good, Lance. Thank you."

He nods, taking that as his cue to leave so you could change. As he turns towards the door, you grab his hand. "Can you.. undo the knot?" You turned your back to him, pulling your hair up.

It was two single knots done up with a bow behind your neck and your mid back that kept your top up. Lance carefully undid the knot on your back, letting the strings fall to the sides and your bare back left exposed.

"The.. the other one too?" He asks and you nod, "please."

Lance is hesitant, but he reaches forward and pulls the string, undoing the knot. The silver fabric falls to the floor, the beading on it clings when it hits the floor.

Your back is still facing the driver, you've dropped your hair back down but it's abundantly obvious to Lance that he's stood in the room with you, while you were.. well, topless.

"I should.." he starts but you turn to face him, his eyes shifting down to steal a glance at your tits and he looks back up at your face - it took all but a second and he was but a man.

You smile, holding his jaw with your hand. "Stay."

"I really shouldn't." He whispers and you step closer, my chest pressed to his. "Why not?" You asked, standing on your tiptoes, lips ghosting over his.

He doesn't answer but he lets you kiss him, his cold hand rests on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "You're drunk," he whispers against your neck and you shake your head, "I'm not."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His eyes find yours when he pulls back and you nod. "I do."

"Okay," he says, kissing you again.

Your hands make quick work of his shirt, undone the buttons as he kisses down your neck to your chest. Lance has got an arm around you, his lips moving down towards your tits, his lips wrapping around your nipple.

The sound that leans your mouth was like heaven on earth to him; he can't wait to find out what other filthy sounds you could make.

It was much too loud downstairs for anyone to have a clue what was happening upstairs. The door was locked and he knew you had at least 40 minutes to midnight.

You push him away for a minute, the man looks at you confused as you scoot him back to the bed, letting him fall onto the soft mattress. Lance expects you to get on top of him, not sink to your knees in front of him.

"Baby-" "Shut up," you tell him, undoing his pants.

He smiles, carefully pulling your hair out of your face as your hand wraps around his cock. Lance bites back a groan, watching as your hand moves up and down slowly, your lips brushing over the tip.

"Please," he whispers and you smile, looking up at him through your lashes as you take him in your mouth. This time, he does groan out loud. "Fuck," he sighed, your hair into a make shift pony tail in his hand.

Your cheeks hallowed, head moving up and down. Lance watches your every movement, eyes fixed on you and everything you did; had he known, he would have spoken to you much sooner.

The stifled gag comes when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, eyes watering as you pull back a bit. Lance pulls you up, "as much as I want you to keep going, I wanna cum somewhere else."

"My mouth is just as good, Lance," you tell him, wiping the side of your lips with your thumb, sucking your finger. You don't miss the way his cock twitches at the action.

He smiles, "I'm sure it is, but c'mere."

You let him pull you up before you get on his lap, straddling him.

There was enough liquor in your systems to give you the courage to do things you wouldn't normally do but that you’d definitely remember. 

Thighs squished on either side of him and your arms over his shoulders. His hand slides down from your hip to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. He smiles at you, admiring you. "Now, are you gonna stare at me all night or fuck me like I know you've been wanting too?"

For the second time that night, Lance had been caught off guard by your words. "You.. knew?"

"Of course I did, your staring wasn't exactly discreet, babe." You smile, pinching his cheek before you kiss him.

Your skirt bunched up on your hips, panties pulled to the side as you sank down onto his cock.

His hand on your hip guiding you, letting you bounce on his lap, his name falling from your lips.

Lance bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Lance's cheeks red not just from the lipstick you had on but from the blush forming on his cheeks; though if you asked him, he’d blame it on the liquor. 

"Fuck," you mumble, Lance's arms around you to keep you steady as you bounced on his lap, back arched slightly.

His hands squeeze at your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave behind fingerprints. 

“Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. 

Lance's lips find your shoulder, he bites down softly when he feels you clench around him. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He whispers into your shoulder, peppering kisses over where he had just bitten. 

Humming, your arms are wrapped around him, over his shoulders when you cum, wetness covering his cock. It takes only a few more thrusts and Lance follows behind you, the two of you holding onto each other for a while. Your legs are like jelly when Lance helps you up, letting you fix yourself.

He too get redressed and you change into a different top, fixing your skirt and your makeup before turning to him.

"11:58, we can make the ball drop." You grab his hand, pulling him out of the room with you.

Everyone was in the living room, watching the TV and chatting as they awaited the count down. Your brother notices your return, as well as Lances, who stood behind you.

"Outfit change?" Seb asks, handing you a glass.

You nod, "spilled soda on my other top." You tell him, watching as he passed a glass to Lance.

Seb hums, nodding. "And you required Lance's assistance to change?" His brow raises and your cheeks go red. "I.. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah," Seb laughs, "whatever, y/n."

Lance smiles, his arm over your shoulder as the countdown plays; 10, 9, 8.

Your fingers interlock with his; 7, 6.

His cheek presses to yours; 4, 5.

"3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" The people in the room cheer, friends hugging and lovers kiss. Lance leans over and you turn a bit, your lips pressing to his for a new years kiss.

"Happy New Year, Lance." You smiled, wiping the lipstick from his lips. "Happy New Year, Y/n."

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[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part 5

Pairing: Lance Stroll x Reader, Grid x Reader

Summary: the wedding, not too much grid involvement (sorry!!!)

masterlist

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You didn't expect planning a wedding to be this hard. You and Lance agreed on something more low-key, but that doesn't really happen when you are both famous in your own right and you are marrying the son of a billionaire, so you settled on a fancy but small wedding. Lawrence funded the whole wedding, wanting the day to go off without a hitch, besides you and Lance getting hitched obviously. Lance took care of planning the Honeymoon, leaving you and Lawrence to plan the wedding.

"Y/n, go take a break. You are stressing out over nothing my dear. Let me handle it, your wedding shouldn't be stressful," Lawrence rests his hand on your shoulder and you nod, taking a deep breath. Your soon-to-be father-in-law has done a great job so far at bringing your vision to life, so you trusted him to argue with the beach venue in Greece. You walked away and went to the mini library of the Switzerland home.

Your bridal party/mini vacation to a small beach town in Corsica, planned by none other than George Russell and Chloe Stroll, was fabulous. The weekend flew by so quick, and Daniel made it his personal mission to get you drunk off your ass 24/7. The whole book club, besides Fernando made up your bridal party, in addition to George, Logan, and Chloe.

“Y/n, you look beautiful,” Chloe and Claire help the stylists put finishing touches on you. The greek sun has tanned you perfectly the past couple days, and given you a beautiful glow. There is a knock on the door and Chloe is quick to open it. Your bridal party walks in, dressed in their tan suits.

“My daughter, you look stunning,” Kimi hugs you, he is giving you away on your request.

“Thank you,” you whisper. Your bridal party consists of Chloe (your maid of honor), the book club (minus Fernando who is with his teammate), George, and Logan. Logan’s groomsmen is also filled with drivers as well as Chloe’s husband Scotty who is serving as his Best Man.

“Alright, time for one last meeting before testing,” Checo says, one of your wedding photographers making sure to catch the moment on camera. An hour filled with laughter passes quickly and soon enough, Lawrence is guiding you to your first look with Lance. It was one thing that you and Lance were certain of, wanting the private moment for yourselves.

Lance is standing on the balcony staring at the ocean, waiting for you. You spot a photographer standing in a corner of the large space, trying to remain invisible as you slip onto the balcony.

“Come here often?” your voice shakes slightly as the breath leaves you. He looks utterly handsome in his suit and perfectly styled hair.

“I- you look- wow,” he says, taking in every inch of you. Both of you look at each other, tears pricking in your eyes.

“I can, and will, say the same thing about you,” you grin, stepping towards him. He carefully pulls you into him, kissing you.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife,” he rests his forehead on yours.

“Half an hour,” you could hear the sounds of your guests filling in.

“Then they will be able to see the most beautiful woman in the world,” Lance smiles, your heart racing.

“It will be a shame that they won’t be looking at you. How will they know that I am the luckiest girl in the world,” you return his smile.

“No, I am the luckiest guy. I get to marry a multitalented woman. You are an incredible racer, the most beautiful woman on earth, the kindest soul, and yet you choose me,” he continues his flattery.

“I am a good racer, not incredible,” you laugh. You aren’t like Max, Charles, Lando or Carlos, you don’t fight for podiums as often, but you do tend to hang around P4 or P5. You aren’t a world championship winning driver, it’s why Red Bull signed you to replace Checo in the upcoming season following his retirement. They need a solid second driver, and they know that Max will teach you more and push you.

“Nonsense, my baby is going to be driving for Red Bull, they chose you for a reason,” Lance reassures you.

“Y/n, Lance, one more minute,” Chloe interrupts.

“I’ll see you out there,” you squeeze his hands, a motion he returns. After a quick kiss, you follow him off the balcony. Your stylists do some quick touch ups before your party is escorted outside, you watch as the procession starts, Lance leading the pairs down the aisle. The grid takes the coupling in stride, holding arms with each other and making everyone giggle at them, including you.

“Are you ready, Kirppu?” Kimi asks, tears in his eyes.

“Remember, I’m training you for whenever those three get married,” you glance at your adoptive siblings.

“I know, they adore their older sister. Let’s not make Lance wait any longer,” Kimi sighs as you squeeze his arm. You and Kimi walk gracefully down the aisle, a wide smile on your face, and Kimi’s usually stoic face full of emotion. When the officiant, aka Sebastian Vettel, asks who is giving you away, he proudly identifies himself as your father, and when he sits down beside Minttu he is crying like a baby. The ceremony flies by, but you and Lance soak in every detail. Your vows to each other are short and sweet, not needing to say a lot to profess your love to each other.

“You may now kiss the bride,” Sebastian says, Lance wastes no time in wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a kiss. The guys on both sides of you go nuts, Kimi cries again, and you pull apart with a grin. Lance picks you up and carries you down the aisle.

The reception takes place on the beach, you changed into a shorter, flowier, white dress for dancing and sand purposes, Lance’s suit jacket is off and the top few shirt buttons are undone. You and Lance entered first for the sole purpose of wanting to see how the ‘couples’ entered. Each driver pairing made the both of you laugh your butts off, very glad that there is video evidence of it.

You both refused to let Netflix film and other celebrity news outlets photograph any parts of the wedding, they weren’t invited and if they wanted media from it, they can pay the both of you a hefty sum. The security provisions for keeping away paparazzi meant that everyone was able to truly enjoy themselves.

“Family photo!” Minttu says, pulling you and Lance over as the reception starts. The first picture is just Robin, Rianna, and you carefully holding Grace, then Lance gets added in, then Kimi and Minttu join, then Lance leaves the picture so it is only you 6.

“My icecubes,” Kimi smiles at the pictures adoringly.

“One day we are going to drive for Ferrari together, just like Iskä,” Robin looks up at you and you smile, knowing that you will be far to old to do that when he is in F1.

“Heck yeah, little bro,” you hug him. Maybe you will get to be his race engineer, congratulating him when he wins his first championship.

“You two will be champions of the world together,” Lance winks at you and Robin.

“You look like a princess and a prince,” Rianna says, you pick her up and hug her. Kimi is silently combusting while watching his kids be cute together.

“That makes you a princess too, since you are my little sister,” you tickle her and she squirms out of your arms into Lance’s.

“I’ll protect you, don’t worry,” he angles her away from you as she laughs.

“Hey!” you laugh as well.

“Ok kids, let your older sister and brother greet their other guests,” Minttu says, Lances heart swells hearing himself included. You both make your laps around the tables, greeting the guests before dinner is served. The speeches are wonderful, and before you know it, you are dancing with Kimi for your Father-Daughter dance.

“Are you ok, Dad? You are crying more than I think you ever have,” you smile softly, as he uses a had to wipe his eyes.

“I just never expected to grow so close to you when I offered to mentor you, and now you are for all intents and purposes my daughter, and I’m so proud of how much you’ve accomplished this past year. If I had it my way, your last name would be Räikkönen, not Stroll now,” Kimi sniffles.

“About that. My new legal name is Y/n Räikkönen-Stroll. I talked to the family about it and they agreed, I was going to wait to surprise you,” you reveal, his smile quickly growing.

“I’m so happy to call you my daughter,” he hugs you as the song ends.

“No more happy as I am to call you my dad,” you squeeze him tight. As the night ends, you and Lance are whisked away to catch the private jet to wherever Lance planned the Honeymoon.

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y/username now and forever Y/n Räikkönen-Stroll ily @/lancestroll

lancestroll can’t wait to spend forever with you ❤️

fernandoalonso félicitations , beautiful wedding!

kimiraikkonen Congratulations, Kirppu, so glad to have a new addition to the family.

y/username thanks dad!

sebastianvettel Congrats to the happy couple! Always a good wedding when Kimi cries!

logansargeant poor Nico, his grid wife has a grid husband now

nicohulkenberg No one can separate us, our love is eternal

y/username who said I can’t have both! 🥰

lancestroll @y/username …me, your husband???

redbullracing our favorite grid couple! p.s. let us know what name your are racing under - Admin

y/username Y/n Räikkönen, two Strolls on the grid would be too chaotic. love you admin 🫶

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[vitoruwii]

some tos Star Trek hcs I thought about these days

1. Scotty has a teddy bear he’s very fond of. He even dresses the teddy bear with a mini version of his uniform

2. McCoy is sleep deprived. Bro can’t stop thinking. Can’t stop worrying. He needs to know everyone is okay and won’t sleep without help

3. Uhura likes to wear makeup products from different planets. Like a blush from planet X , or a lipstick from planet Y, and so goes on

4. Kirk has. a rare Roblox robux card. because he likes antiques, and technically it is one for him.

5. sometimes Spock hums to himself inside his quarters some made up melody

6. Scotty likes console games and pokemon (also Sonic too.. I can see it)

7. I feel like Sulu has a side hobbie he’s really passionate about but I can’t think what he would be interested in

8. Whenever chekov is stressed he just screams onto his pillow

9. Kirk most definitely practices flirts in front of the mirror

I LOVE STAR TREEEK!!!!

[yakichoufd]

AWWWW, the way you draw Evolution Scott is so cute!! I recently watched Evolution and really enjoyed it!! I’m so glad there’s at least one adaptation of Scott that isn’t constantly suffering. He deserves at least some sort of happiness in his life. :,)

What’s your opinion of Evolution? I think you have good takes on anything Scott-related, so I must hear from the source!!

I already shared my opinion on that show several time so I might repeat myself haha! X-men Evolution is one of my all time favorite. I watched it as a kid and it made me fall in love of Scott (and Kurt). He is very mature for his age (but you could understand it if you know his past) and very kind. He struggles with things that fit with his age and highschool (ofc he has other bigger struggles with his mutation and the x-men too) but the show gave a good balance between daily life and being a mutant/x-men. Or at least for the first 2 seasons, after, I started to enjoy it less. I like how his romance is written. Scott isn't too obsessive and he keeps his distance when he thinks his love interest is not receptive. He is still awkward but it is not over done. I think Jean should have been written a bit differently, I don't think they are a super good match here (like Rogue and Scott actually got many bonding time and they are very good friend). I'm really sad that once Jean and Scott are together, he doesn't hang out with Rogue anymore. I think the writers should have give them some scenes together as friends. We lose a bit of Scott's personnality and character development once he is with Jean. which is a pity. But they are still a cute couple, I guess! I loved how they added angst for Scotty. Too bad they never really do anything with the angsty episodes, cause his brother and him deal with a lot. Same when Mistique kidnaps Scott and abandon him in a desert without his visor. He should have end up a bit traumatized for an episode or two...but nope everyone are acting like it was not a big deal.

SO if you like good boy Scott, then X-men Evolution is your show haha! there is a mini comic serie about the show. I read then and they are fun. Scott is a bit more goofy in his writting there but still a good boy that you want to hug!

[bitchinbarzal]

THE AU’S 💌

NHL

• mini minten — fraser minten

• tate’s world — ethan edwards

• living with lio — timo meier

• life of ivy — mat barzal

• life of iris — nico hischier

• gigi’s world — luca fantilli

• swazy baby — jeremy swayman

• stevie’s world — jack hughes

• scottie sunshine — matthew tkachuk

• hey there delilah — matthew knies

• bug’s world — quinn hughes

• milo’s world — luke hughes

• brock & nurse — brock faber

• mini midsy — jake middleton

Lists

birthdays

Discontinued

• duke x hughes!sis — dylan duke

• my girl — nick moldenhauer

• soapy bubbles — rutger mcgroarty

• marley’s madness — jamie drysdale

• astrid’s world — elias pettersson

• livy — matt rempe

• life with otis — brock boeser

• angel’s au — adam fantilli

• baby marino — john marino

• hey jude! au — mason mctavish

• celestial — charles leclerc

• highway hunter — logan sargeant

• indie down under — jack doohan

[spectersgirl]

Harvey and the reader get into an agrument (something juicy? About scottie?)at the office and she storms off.

And welcome to the perfect plot for part 2 of my mini-series! If you didn’t read part one, here it is

I didn't really proofread this too much so if you see something that doesn't make sense, no you didn't <3

This part is angst but it does have a happy ending

Something More (p2)

Harvey Specter x Reader

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It had been six months since that first night with Harvey, and ever since then he’d been nothing short of a perfect gentleman. He made it a point to always open the car door for you, made surprise dinner reservations after secretly checking your calendar, and you frequently came into your office to find flowers, breakfast, coffee, or just little notes from him. They were little things, but they were things that no guy had ever done for you before. You never exactly announced your relationship to the office, but everyone had mostly figured out that something had been going on.

"Oooh those are pretty, I wonder who those are from" Rachel teased as she walked into your office, nodding at the rather large vase full of flowers. She knew about you and Harvey, of course.

"Check out the card, it says it's from a secret admirer" You said, handing her the card that came with the flowers.

“For the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, I am so lucky to know you” she read the card aloud. "So I take it things are still going well with you two?"

"Honestly, things are really great. I know it’s pretty early still but, I can’t help but feel like this is the real deal. We've been opening up a lot to each other, he's been really sweet." You gushed.

"That's amazing! How did it go after he told you about Scottie? I mean I don't even know how I'd react"

You were puzzled, of course you knew about Scottie, everyone in the office knew about her and Harvey’s former relationship. For Rachel to bring her up like this, something else had to have happened.

"Told me... what about Scottie exactly?"

Rachel's froze, realizing that Harvey in fact had not told you about the recent development regarding his ex-girlfriend.

"Um, she's going up against Harvey on a case. She'll be in the office this week for a deposition. I'm sorry Y/N, I really thought you knew." Rachel apologized, feeling awful she had to be the one to break the news to you.

You’d known about his history with Scottie for a while now, he’d mentioned her to you and, through the work grapevine, you’d gathered that at one time Scottie meant the world to Harvey. The logical part of your brain knew that he wouldn’t leave you to go back her, but the fact that he hid it from you that she was coming into the office, gave you a pit in your stomach anyways.

"It's ok Rachel, don't worry about it. On an unrelated note, I'm going to see Harvey. Thanks for letting me know." You said, standing and smoothing out your dress before marching down to Harvey's office.

He looked up too briefly to notice the look on your face before he spoke.

"Hey babe, sorry I didn't come see you yet today, I've just been swamped."

"So swamped you couldn't seem to find the time to tell me you have a case against Scottie?"

"Excuse me?"

"Harvey, why did I have to find out about your ex-girlfriend coming into our workplace from someone who isn't you?" You pressed further, the anger bubbling inside your chest.

The look on Harvey's face was one you'd never seen pointed in your direction before, but you weren't about to back down.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't think it mattered!" He said, raising his voice now.

"Why would you think that wouldn't matter to me? You had a serious relationship with her and she's opposing counsel on your case, that's something you should at least consider sharing with the person you're dating!"

"What exactly do you think is going to happen in that room? I have work to do during a deposition, and the last thing that would ever be on my mind is sleeping with another woman who isn't you!"

"It isn't you I don't trust Harvey! How do you not see that? I don't know this woman, how could you expect me to trust her? I know she was in love with you, and I know that things have heated up with you two during cases in the past. I don't understand how you're blaming me for feeling like this."

He sighed, clearly irritated. He focused his attention back on the paperwork he had on the desk, not even bothering to look up at you as he spoke. His voice was quieter now, but still every bit as angry.

"I can't believe you're being this insecure over something so stupid. If you can't believe me when I say that I won’t allow anything to happen between me and Scottie ever again, then maybe we shouldn’t be together after all. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not that guy, and I thought you knew me better than that." He responded coldly.

You scoffed in shock. You couldn't believe he was actually serious in turning this around on you. Your stomach turned now.

"Insecure? Right, okay. You know what, why don't you call me when you have your shit together enough to figure out why I'm angry right now, and why that was fucked up of you to say." You said loudly, turning on your heel and storming off, back to your office.

You faintly heard him call your name as you walked, but you didn’t dare turn back, and he didn't follow either.

Not two minutes after you returned to your desk, Donna was in your doorway, a sheepish look on her face.

"Donna, it wasn't your fault." You said, not giving her a chance to even blame herself.

"I know, but I should've known he hadn't told you. I told him you'd want to know, I just figured maybe he'd listen for once." She explained.

You sighed, your eyes landing on the vase of flowers from that morning. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you were fighting them hard.

"For what it's worth, he may be an ass but I know he cares about you, more than anyone I’ve seen him with. He can't see anyone else now that he's with you, I really wouldn't worry about Scottie. Harvey shouldn’t have said what he said to you, that was totally out of line. He’ll figure it out soon and probably come baring more flowers.”

The dam broke, and the tears fell. The hurt you still felt from Harvey’s words combined with Donna’s reassurances were too much.

"Thanks Donna" You said, sniffling.

She gave a sad smile before letting you know she had to get back to work, leaving you with a ‘hang in there’ as she departed.

You took a few deep breaths and wiped your tears before getting back to work, throwing yourself deep into your files. Maybe not the best coping mechanism, but it kept you busy enough to not think about Harvey. This worked for a little while, but slowly his harsh words would creep back into your mind, making you cry fresh tears all over again.

As time went on and the sun had long gone down, you felt your head start to pound. The time on your laptop showed 9:15 pm. You stretched a little, deciding to call it a night and head for home. It seemed that everyone else had left the office a while ago, if the silence of the halls rather than the typical hustle and bustle was any indication. The closer you got to the end of the hall, however, you heard music floating through the silence. If the office at the end of the hall belonged to anyone other than Harvey, you’d think this was the beginning of a ghost story about a haunted office building. The melody was somber. You walked forward, slower now, as you neared his office.

“Shit, why is he still here?” You thought. “He’s normally gone by 8 latest”

You stood there in the hall only inches from his door, debating on what to do. You knew he’d see you when you walked by, and even if he didn’t he would surely hear the elevator ding.

As you weighed the possible outcomes, you really had no time to react when you saw him suddenly walk out of his office, pausing too when he noticed you.

“Oh, Y/N. Hey, I was just coming to see if you were still here.”

“I was just going home.”

“Your home? Or mine?” He asked, in a tone that sounded like he didn’t want to know the answer.

You’d been sleeping at Harvey’s many nights since you started dating, in fact you weren’t even certain of the last time you’d slept in your own bed.

“Mine. After what you said to me, I don’t think I feel welcome at yours right now.”

It was only then that Harvey took in your appearance, and his heart dropped. You looked completely exhausted, the mascara on your eyes was long gone, and your cheeks and eyes were tinted red. He knew you’d been crying, and the look on his face was one of pure agony. He felt awful.

“I… Y/N I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Scottie. I just really didn’t think you’d care since I know how much I trust you. I lashed out and I yelled at you, and I shouldn't have done that. I didn’t think about your perspective, and I’m just so sorry. I never should’ve said that stuff to you" He said, slightly out of breath from his passion.

Tears openly fell from your eyes once again as you listened. You stepped forward, not responding. He reached for you, wiping the tears gently from your cheeks. You buried your face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you firmly. He rested his chin on the top of your head, whispering how sorry he was.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly after a moment of silence.

“Please”

He didn’t waste another second before locking your lips with his. The kiss was full of longing and despair.

“I thought I lost you, and it was all my fault. I've never felt like this about anyone else, and the second I realized what I did I felt sick that I made you feel that way. I didn't know what to do.” Harvey rambled.

“Shhh, Harvey, It’s okay now. I’m right here, and I'm not going to leave you.”

He sighed in relief, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again and looking into yours.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"It helps that you're handsome." You said, a smile growing on your lips.

Harvey chuckled, placing a hand on your lower back and walking you into his office so he could grab his stuff and lead you to the elevators.

"I'd love to have you over tonight, but I understand if you're not ready."

You smiled, grabbing his hand and kissing the back of it.

"If you want me to come, then I'd love to come over"

"Good. I don't think I could've gone another minute without you"

[vinvantae]

Would you be up for more scotty x daniel x reader? I feel like they are such a funny trio😭

I’ve written it as a sequel to Playing Cupid ❤️ hope that’s what you were after! Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy ☺️

Playing Stupid

It had been a year since you and Daniel had been set up by your best friend Scotty on a blind date and since then you’d somehow become even closer. And, you’d always been aware of it, but wherever there was Daniel, there was Scotty. Their friendship was one of your favourite things about your boyfriend and you more often than not found yourself joining in with their antics.

Poor Chloe

“Scotty! Why have I found 28 miniature ducks around the house?”

You bit your lip to hold back the smile as Chloe came into the living room - her hands cupped together to hold the small pile of yellow plastic.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.”

She frowned. “Daniel… y/n… why are there ducks all around my house.”

“We’ve definitely not hidden 100 of them.” Daniel said, as straight of a face as he could muster - it didn’t help that you were giggling into your hands.

“What the fuck.” She laughed. “Well that explained why I found one inside the bottle of hand soap.”

You wanted to tell her, you wanted to say you’d only hidden 99 but the three of you had spent so long placing them that you didn’t want to ruin the fun. And as time went on Chloe had started lining up each duck she found on the coffee table, a small army surrounding the coasters - a questioning brow raised by guests but not a word spoken as they knew just what kind of nonsense Scotty frequently got up to.

When you returned to the James household a few weeks later, the woman in question grabbed your biceps and squeezed. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what?”

“The last duck, y/n. I can’t find the last duck.”

You glanced at Scotty over your shoulder who gave you a pleading look not to say anything. “I don’t know which ones you’ve found, babe, so I won’t know which one you’re missing.”

She whined and smacked Scotty with the sleeve of her sweater. “I’m going to murder you all.”

“Just forget about the duck, babe. We’ve got company.” He hummed, winking in your direction. “Y/n, why don’t you come help me in the kitchen?”

You nodded and followed the snowboarder into the kitchen, placing the bottle of wine you’d brought with you on the counter. “This is going to drive that poor girl crazy, I think we need to come clean with her.”

“I will. Just… one more day.” He smirked. “So, you and Danny still going strong?”

“Yeah, thanks to you. Can’t believe it’s been a whole year.” You smiled softly, taking wine glasses as Scotty passed them to you. “It’s crazy how we could’ve been doing this the whole time.”

“You’re both idiots that’s why.”

You shoved him lightly. “Hence why we needed the captain of the idiots to shove us in the right direction.”

“Got that right, cheers to that.”

The two of you clinked empty wine glasses together before carrying drinks and snacks into the living room - where Daniel was desperately trying to hold in the laughter at the sight in front of him. Chloe was knelt in front of the coffee table showing him the ducks, explaining where she’d found each one. “I’m just missing one. Where did you put it?”

“It’s been weeks, Chlo. I can’t remember where we put every single bloody duck.” He chuckled, as you passed him an empty wine glass.

She groaned and took a glass as well. “The fuller the better, please.”

You shot Scotty a look. The poor girl was losing her marbles over a mini rubber duck. “Ugh, stop looking at me like that, Mum.”

Chloe’s eyes snapped up from her glass as Scotty filled it. “Where is it, do you know?”

She looked desperately between the three of you, a handful of ducks in the palm of her free hand.

“Listen, babe…” He took her glass from her and knelt down - both you and Daniel were trying your best to hold in the laughter as you knew what was coming next. “There was never 100 ducks.”

“…what.”

“There was never 100. We only hid 99.”

“You fucking assholes! Oh my god!” She smacked him - but she couldn’t help but start laughing. “You guys are so mean!”

“Love you too, babe.”

You and Daniel were absolutely losing it - the look on her face was one you’d remember for a long time and a prank you were sure Scotty and Daniel would be telling everyone and their aunt about. You looked to your boyfriend and smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Happy anniversary, idiot.”

“Happy anniversary, stupid. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

*************************************

Short and sweet ❤️ this was the fun one to write, thank you for suggesting it!

[darkness-and-books]

Through The Grapevine

Leonard McCoy x reader

⚠️: none

word count: 1,358

~Also Y/F/S/S means your favourite soft song~

You sat down to breakfast in the mess hall, actually on time for once, this morning. Mostly you were half asleep and staring at a plate full of replicator food like it had the answer to life’s greatest questions. Or you were until you overheard some medical personnel mention Bones. “Yeah, he’s been a lot more… I dunno, just a lot less- a lot less Bones-like, I guess?” One man said unsurely in a hushed manner, “you mean he’s a little less grumpy and a little less loud about it?” A girl across from him offered. “I think it’s that newer person in engineering, he’s been a lot less on edge since they started spending so much time together” a guy next to the first man added into the conversation. You smiled to yourself, you’d have to bother Leonard about that later. You still weren’t awake by any means, but still managed to finish up breakfast before dragging yourself down to engineering. It’s not that you don’t like your position, you love working in engineering, it’s just that you’d also rather still be in bed. You get into the engine core and just sort of tinker a bit, there’s nothing actually wrong at the moment, so you just run tests. All of the tests tell you exactly what you already knew from the fact that no one had reported any problems from the last shift, nothing was wrong. It was quiet, just the engine whirring and the occasional distant clatter of tools. Eventually you found yourself nodding off at your desk. —— “Aye!” Scotty called from the doorway of your office, “your shift is over and you slept through the whole thing” He half heartedly reprimanded, but held a look that asked if you were okay. “I’m fine, I’ll sleep more tonight and try not to do it again” you groaned, standing from your chair and stretching. You nodded to Scotty as you left your office and worked your way up to McCoy’s quarters. When you got there he was still on duty, but that’s not really a problem, you know how to keep yourself busy.

You couldn’t wait for Leonard to be there with you, but in the meantime you could clean up a bit. It’s not that it was incredibly dirty or messy, it just felt a bit neglected, seeing as Leonard didn’t really spend enough time in his quarters doing much aside from sleeping to notice. It was just a few small things, honest it was, you just rounded up the files all around the living room into one neat pile on the coffee table and put up a mini holo-projection that shuffled through a couple dozen landscape photos you had taken on past shore leaves (or in some cases, attempted shore leaves) with Leonard. One of your favourites popped up a moment after you set it up, it was a picture you had taken from a bridge, it was the moon reflected off the water, and if you looked closely enough, you could your and Leonard’s reflections as well. You watched the holo-projection flip through photos for a few minutes before moving away and walking over to sit on the couch. You pulled your padd off the coffee table and began to skim through an article on some of the latest stuff in starship engineering.

You’re sure you would have gotten much more use for it if your padd didn’t suddenly ping with a notification from the man himself, Kirk was calling you. You sighed briefly before picking up the call. “It had better be important” you sighed without regard for the fact that it was certainly an impolite way to answer the call. “Wow, not even hello. Bones is really rubbing off on you” Kirk remarked, “sure right, hello. Now what do you want?” You jabbed. “We’re having drinks in rec room 4 and wanted you to come with us” Kirk explained, “No thanks” you let out as soon as he finished. “Are you sure I couldn’t convince you to join us?” Kirk pleaded in much the same way as a child would. “Well” you began, pausing a moment just to keep him on edge “who all is ‘we’ exactly?” You questioned, “Me, of course” he began as though that should be enough, “Uhura, Spock-,” you cut him off there “Is Spock gonna drink?” You asked, “no, I don’t think he will” Kirk replied. “Shame, I would love to see what he’s like drunk” you stated thoughtfully, now wondering if being drunk would make him less logical or somehow more logical. “I’m sure we could convince him to drink” Kirk suggested, “I really don’t think you could” you noted. “Come on, Y/N, don’t you have faith in your captain?!” He asked, “of course I do, but I have more faith in the idea that Spock will find anything that slows his reflexes to be illogical” you pointed out. “Yeah, fine” Kirk conceded, “but do you wanna come or not?” He asked. “Sorry, not tonight” you told Kirk, “Fine, but owe us a fun evening” He said in tone that you knew meant he would hold you to it.

“That’s alright by me” you said before saying goodbye and ending the call. You loved the captain, he was great friend, and always made sure everyone was having the best time possible, but sheesh, he could be a lot of energy sometimes. Just as you were going back to your article and about to read something about iron gluon centrifuges, when the door slid open. You looked up to see Leonard, who to begin with looked sort like a wilted flower, but perked up a little when he saw you sitting on the couch. You dropped your padd on the couch and got up to meet him by the door. You wrapped your arms around him in a loving embrace, and just rested your head against his chest for a moment. “I missed you too” Leonard mumbled into your hair as he gave you a kiss on the head. “You know,” you started with a sly grin, before looking up to face him. “I heard through the grapevine, that I’m the best thing that ever happened to you” you smirked, okay so maybe you exaggerated a little bit, but that’s the essence of what you overheard this morning. Leonard shook his head at you good naturedly as he ushered you further into his quarters. “Stupid, you hear that from me everyday” he smiled down at you as he sat down with you on the couch. “Yeah, but it’s worth mentioning that other people think so too” you bragged, scrunching up your face and sticking out your tongue at him. “Stick out your tongue again and I’ll bite it for you” Leonard playfully warned, “that’s not much a deterrent” you shot back slyly.

“I suppose you’re right” Leonard admitted as he settled further into the couch, pulling you into his side as he did so. “How was your day then, darlin?” Leonard asked you as he wrapped you up in his arms and legs. “Well, uh short” you said trying to avoid the fact that you basically had breakfast and then slept in your office. “And how’s that?” He questioned further, “well” you began before biting your lip a little bit, “I fell asleep in my office” you admitted. “And how much time did you spend that way?” Leonard asked, sounding only a tad bitter that you had gotten genuine sleep. “Basically all day” you told Leonard without looking up at him. “Well at least you got sleep” he sighed, “anyway” you started to change the subject, “chaotic as usual” Leonard answered before you could even ask how his day was. “But I’m here with you now” he sighed softly, gripping you tighter and nuzzling into your neck. You gave a contented sigh at feeling his warmth envelope you as you finally began to melt into him. “Computer, play Y/F/S/S” Leonard softly commanded the system. The music played softly through the room as you and Leonard relaxed together, only occasionally making some offhanded remark or another.

Can you spot the reference to another fic I wrote like two weeks ago? 😊💙💚💛

[littlexdeaths]

fic authors self rec game

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

thank you for tagging me @theold-ultraviolence 🥹💕

1. scotty doesn’t know - eddie x fem reader

this fic is truly my pride and joy, my baby. it was the second fic i ever wrote for eddie (one part quickly spiraled into a three part mini series). but it was my first introduction into the stranger things and eddie fandom, and i truly had so much fun writing it. and just as much fun re-mastering it 💕

2. sympathy for the devil - demon kas x human eddie x hunter reader (a supernatural au)

this one man, it didn’t gain as much traction as i had hoped either time i put it out. but i still love it so much, and i had so much fun writing it. i have a second part in the works right now, and i’m hoping i can get it out sooner rather than later.

3. whiplash - eddie x fem reader

this was the first fic i wrote on this account, after taking a small break from writing. it felt good to put out something i felt proud of, and this version of eddie just makes me wanna twirl my hair and giggle.

4. pushing up daises - kas eddie x fem reader

and this one. man. i cried so much writing it. but it’s still one of my all time favorites.

5. fever pitch - softball player robin x cheerleader reader

this robin has my heart and soul for real. i wrote this with one of my absolute besties @undead-supernova and i feel like our brains melded and we created something so fucking gay and perfect. it’s probably my favorite robin fic that i’ve ever written.

no pressure tags: @xxbimbobunnyxx @strangerstilinski @strangersmunsons @thecreelhouse @uglypastels @munsonhoneybaby @loserboysandlithium @lokis-army-77 @babygorewhore @rebelfell and anyone else that would like to!

i tagged way more than 5 oops

[wavelikewhat]

More Than A Latte

Pairing: Barista!Seungcheol x Reader (any pronouns) Summary: You have a huge crush on the handsome and flirty barista who makes you a perfect latte nearly every day. Unfortunately, it’ll probably never be anything more, right? That’s what you believe… until you see him on a night out with your friends. Wordcount: 1.7k Content notes: Reader goes to a bar and orders drinks, but no direct mention of alcohol, drinking alcohol, or drunkenness. No smut. Total fluff. Genres/themes/appearances: Fluffy and frothy like his lattes would be. Entirely inspired by this clip. Barista!Cheol in that shirt with that hair and those forearms really put a lot of thoughts into my head.

A/N: this is a mini "collab" with @seungkwansphd: please read their version of this concept called bean me up, scotty!! we both had different inspiration based on my totally normal and definitely not over the top reaction to that Barista!Cheol clip ☕️

SC - What will it be today? YN - Medium latte. SC - Perfect… and can I have a name? YN - Y/N. SC - Thanks Y/N. Your drink will be on the other end of the counter over there. 

SC - Hey! I remember you from the other day! What will you have today? YN - Hey, good morning. I'll have a medium latte. SC - Excellent choice… Remind me of your name? YN - Y/N. SC - All right Y/N, it’ll be at the end of the counter. 

SC - Hey Y/N, good morning! Medium latte? YN - You are a quick learner. SC - It helps that you order the same thing every time. Have a good one! 

YN - Hey, good morning. SC - Hey Y/N! Regular? YN - Make it with an extra shot of espresso, please. SC - I can't tell if that's a commentary on last night or this morning. YN - Let's just say both and leave it at that. 

YN - Hey, good morning. I'll have a medium latte. SC - Perfect order for a perfect day. YN - It really is beautiful out… I was thinking of taking the bus but maybe I'll walk. SC - You can't take hot coffee on the bus. Unless you're sneaky? YN - I am not very sneaky… I just drink my coffee a little faster than is probably responsible. Is that against the rules too? SC - I will be here to make your medium latte whenever you need it. Just don't take it on the bus.  YN - I promise.

SC - Hey Y/N, how was your walk yesterday? YN - It was really nice. Did you get a chance to get outside? SC - I did, you inspired me. I took the long way home. YN - Home isn't nearby? SC - I live on the other side of the river. YN - Oh, me too! SC - Really?

SC - Hey Y/N, medium latte?  YN - You are my hero. 

……………………

“Hey, good morning Y/N! I saw you across the street through the window.” Seungcheol picks up the white cup on the counter in front of him and hands it to you. “Here you go,” he says with a casual smile. Your knees threaten to give up on their one job of holding you upright.

You take the latte from him, fingertips gently brushing against his. You couldn’t have imagined the spark you felt when you touched his skin. Your fingers are probably going to tingle for the rest of the day from the memory of his touch. 

You gather your wits and look up at him. “Wow, thank you! Does everyone get this level of service?” You’re flirty, you always are. You can’t turn it off when it comes to him.

“Only you.” The corner of his mouth tilts up. He’s flirting, too.

“Do you say that to everyone?”

“Only you.” He grins wider and runs a hand through his blond hair, all while meeting your gaze.

You glance down at his name tag to break eye contact. “Seungcheol (he/him)” it says, as if you haven’t read it a thousand times before. 

His crisp white shirt is buttoned nearly all the way up to his neck, just one left undone, giving you the tiniest peek at his collarbone. His sleeves are rolled up the same way as always, showing the same few inches of forearm you stare at almost every morning.

He chuckles and draws your attention back to his face.

You still haven’t ever said his name, but he always greets you with yours. It gives you a buzz every time you hear it.

The way he says your name affects you. The way he smiles after he says your name affects you. The way his eyes light up when he sees you walk through the door… That definitely affects you.

……………………

“How did you even find out about this place?” you ask as you step out of the taxi. 

“Someone I work with was talking about it,” your friend Nina replies, adjusting her top. “I figured we might as well go somewhere new.”

“What, you don't like change?” your friend Eunchae teases as they hold the door open in front of you. 

“Haha,” you reply sarcastically, knowing full well that you're the most routine-oriented person any of your friends had ever met, even counting Nina’s dad who delivers mail—which means he goes to the same houses on the same street in the same order every single day. You can’t help it if you like routine! Spontaneity isn’t really your strong suit.

“Well, it looks pretty cool,” you say, scanning the crowd. Everyone seems to be having a good time, which is always a promising sign. It isn’t too loud, but there’s a level of excitement in the air that makes you bob your head slightly to the song spun by the DJ in a far corner of the room. Your friends lead you to the bar and you run your eyes down the length of it, seeking out the bartender with the shortest queue. 

And that's when you see him. 

Seungcheol. He's in a tight black tee (where did those muscles come from?) flashing the smile that had become a crucial part of your morning routine. As he turns his head, his blond hair sparkles in the dim bar lighting. 

Your eyes narrow at the women giggling as he hands them two colorful drinks. Who could they be? Does he know them? Why is he smiling at them?

“What do you want?” Nina asks in front of you, breaking your concentration. Thankfully, she’s caught the attention of a bartender working exactly where the three of you are standing. You make a very large mental note to avoid Seungcheol's section of the bar for the rest of the night. 

As much as you want to see Seungcheol again, because once nearly every day is definitely not enough, you have absolutely no idea what you would say if he recognized you… if he even could recognize you outside the context of the cafe. You’re dressed totally differently from how you dress for work, and your hair is different, and your makeup is different, and hopefully your entire demeanor is different because it isn’t the crack of dawn and you aren’t getting the caffeine you desperately need in order to become a human being. You have many hours of being human behind you today. 

That’s when you remember that you didn't actually see Seungcheol today. You were running late to work and you didn't have a chance to stop for coffee, so you ended up making instant coffee in the break room after you arrived. It wasn’t the same. Seungcheol’s coffee just works better.

Needless to say, you plan to do everything in your power to avoid him tonight, even though every single molecule in your body wants to be as close to him as possible… tonight, tomorrow night, and every night until the end of time. 

Your friend hands you a glass and motions you away from the bar. You’re more than happy to escape the possibility that Seungcheol might notice you (even if that's secretly what you want). You attempt to stop thinking about him for the next half hour while your friends gossip and sip their drinks. You mostly succeed, because your eyes only land on him every few minutes instead of every fifteen seconds. 

“Come help me carry the next round,” Eunchae instructs as they stand up. You casually glance at Seungcheol’s section of the bar as you follow Eunchae. There’s a huge smile on Seungcheol’s face as he pours drinks for two guys who look to be as tall as he is. He looks so painfully good in that shirt. 

When the guys turn around to walk away, they are very obvious about glancing back at him with their wide eyes and secretive grins, clearly discussing the handsome bartender who just made their drinks. As they should, you think. He deserves it. 

You shake your head, trying to get him out of your mind. “Can you see which bartender we should go to?” Eunchae asks, looking at both ends of the bar in confusion. You point to the bartender at the exact opposite end of the bar from Seungcheol. 

“He only has one person in front of him,” you explain, walking as far away from Seungcheol as possible. 

Despite your reluctance to look at a certain bartender in the building, you and your friends have an amazing time. The drinks taste great and the vibes are just right. The three of you were enjoying letting loose after a long week, and you can tell the people around you are enjoying themselves, too. 

After the three of you head out to the dance floor, Nina and Eunchae keep saying they’re looking forward to coming back and bringing your other friends along. You’re excited and horrified by this possibility. It’s always great to find a new place you and your friends all like. The problem is you don’t know if you can even get through this night without making eye contact with Seungcheol and melting on the spot. There is no way you'd be able to hide from him on another night out, or other nights if your group keeps dropping by. 

Sooner or later you’ll end up having an awkward encounter with him and you do not trust yourself to be cool in that situation. Not even a little bit. 

“Let's have one last round?” Nina suggests, and you nod. Eunchae moves toward Nina, saying they’ll help carry water to the table with the drinks if you can snag a table. You look around, enjoying the music and carefully avoiding a certain someone in a black shirt. 

When your friends come back and set all the drinks and water on the table you're at, you let yourself enjoy their company fully, appreciative of the fun night with some of your favorite people. You’re finally able to completely forget the man at the end of the bar. 

Suddenly, Nina and Eunchae both turn their heads toward you. No, not toward you: they’re looking at someone behind you. You turn back to find out what caught their interest.

“Hey Y/N,” Seungcheol says with an easy grin, the same way he always does. You can’t help but smile in return. You kick yourself for developing this specific muscle memory.

He’s looking you in the eye for the first time all night. Despite your best efforts (and you tried really hard!) it turns out he did notice you. And he didn’t just notice you, he recognized you and sought you out and said your name out loud in his way that always sends a chill down your spine.

He introduces himself briefly to Nina and Eunchae, exchanging only names and nods. Then he focuses his attention on you again.

“I’m done with my shift. Ready to go?” he asks expectantly.

Without receiving any instructions from your brain, your mouth responds. “Yes.” 

“Are you sure?” Nina asks, looking right at you. 

“I thought we could share a cab?” Seungcheol adds, still smiling, still looking at you.

“We live in the same neighborhood,” you explain, as if that’s all the explanation necessary for leaving with a hot bartender your friends have never spoken to who also somehow knows your name and where you live. You find yourself backing away from the table. Tonight your mouth and legs have made a lot of decisions without your brain’s direction.

“I’ll text you when I get home!” you promise, waving at your friends before spinning around. 

When you turn to face Seungcheol, he takes your hand and bites his bottom lip for a moment before grinning at you. “Hi Y/N,” he says.

“Hi Seungcheol,” you respond, grinning back at him.

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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!"

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Main Alias/Moniker: Cyclops

Legal Name: Scott Daniel Summers

Other Aliases: Cyke, Slim, Scotty, Summers, One-Eye, Shades, Hot Shot, Risky Business, Ray Charles, Buddy_Holly

Date of Birth: August 13, 1986 (Age: 19)

Status: Alive

Species: Mutant

Sex: Male

Gender: Cisgender

Height/Weight: 5’9’’ (1.75 m) / 162 lbs (74 kg)

Hair/Eye Color: Hair/Eye Color: Brown / Brown (Glowing Red Almost Constantly)

Timeline (1986 - 1996): Scott didn't want to write up his own file. Something about a conflict of interest. So here I am. I choose to believe that means he sees me as capable as himself, since Scott otherwise takes his duties as a TB pretty seriously. There are still a ton of personal details I wasn't able to get from Scott directly, but I did get from Jean with Scott's consent, and I'd say that's about as good a verification as any.

Scott has had a rough life, but what he went through wasn't what entirely made him into who he is. When corresponding with Alex, it sounds like Scott was always a bit of a quiet kid, the kind who preferred to play around with his LEGO bucket than go outside. The family moved around a lot, which probably didn't help Scott with making friends. That's probably why he seemed to cling to Alex in these days. Even though Alex was super-young back during this time, he still vividly remembers Scott being very protective, helping Alex with his math homework and cleaning him up whenever Alex got scuffed up. Poor Scott might have been able to catch up on his social skills, were it not for everything that came next.

Timeline (1996 -1998): Now, even those among us here on Stars & Stripes, the full details of what went down at the Starcore Incident remain unclear. We have a prevailing theory, but pending the approval of an actual, real-life alien onto the Brigade (Rick himself has been vouching pretty hard for this Marvel guy, so it shouldn't be too long), all we know for certain was that Canadian billionaire Peter Corbeau wanted to get humankind into space, and someone else didn't want that. And because Chris Summers was the chosen pilot for the spacecraft and invited the rest of the family to the lunch site to watch him fly off, they all got caught in the crossfire.

First, Scott watched the spacecraft carrying his dad get shot out of the sky. Next, his mother rushed him and Alex into a convoy and rushed off the launch site as it was being bombarded from above. Scott's mom didn't get far and was swerved off the road. Pinned to the car from the wreck, she pleaded to Scott to lead Alex into the woods and keep him safe, but the brothers only made it out a little bit before Alex broke down in hysterics. As Scott tried to tend to Alex, he saw from afar two figures aiming a shot. When Scott shoved Alex out of the way, the blast that hit the ground then flung Scott into the air, striking his head against a boulder and knocking him out cold.

What happened next is much less speculative, but no less nasty. That monster Essex, he somehow found Scott and took him to his clinic in Arkansas. Over the next year, Scott was kept in the clinic's basement, sedated but conscious enough to be subjected to Essex's experiments, all to extract and toy with Scott's X-Gene. What finally pulled Scott out of it was Jean, when she became a guest of the clinic herself. The connection was hazy, but the mental impression of a red-headed girl around his age gave Scott enough focus to finally escape. His optic blasts cleared an entire concrete wall, and Scott blindly ran off into the Ozarks.

Waking up a year later, clear across the country, and suffering not only from intense migraines, but what seemed like lasers bursting out from his eyes to say that Scott was overwhelmed would be an understatement. This was how he fell prey to Jack Winters, a jewel thief who was operating in the area at the time. Winters came up with half the solution to Scott's optic blasts, and gave him a nice pair of Ray-Bans. They weren't as effective as his later custom ruby lenses, with Scott literally burning through his shades over time, but it was enough to entrust Scott to Winters, who became his lookout and accomplice in his crimes.

Scott's blasts would still sometimes get out of control, and enough random arsons made in this stealing spree caught the attention of Agent Duncan, who then reported the situation to the Professor. It all came to a head when Duncan assembled the local law enforcement to corner Winters in his latest raid. Desperate, Winters opted to hold Scott hostage, only to find his body becoming immobilized. The Professor then telepathically instructed Scott to exit the store, where the two then had a more proper introduction once the cops rushed in to detain Winters.

Timeline (1998 - 2004): With the help of Agent Duncan and Professor Xavier, Scott was sent to live with his grandparents in Alaska, where he lived a much more stable Iife for the next few years. Scott still wasn't much of a social butterfly, but his traumas didn't completely cripple him, either. During this time, Scott got super-introspective, getting into meditation and martial arts (Huge fan of Bruce Lee). He also got involved in his school's sailing and journalism clubs, which is how he met his one and only high school friend and confidante, Lee Forester. Speaking with Lee, Scott around this time didn't sound much different from how the rest of us know him for, save for being even more stiff and reserved. And, knowing what he just went through back then, I honestly don't blame him.

This was also around the time Scott first got into sleuthing. Not only having been victimized by forces he didn't understand, but also just insanely curious about his mutant nature, Scott first fell into his habit of never being able to leave things be. It's probably what ended up having him become one of Rick's earliest recruits into the Brigade. Scott never managed to uncover the full truth of what truly went down at Starcore, but he did at least track down Alex. He chose to remain with his adoptive family in Vancouver, but the two brothers remained in touch.

Speaking of keeping in touch, Scott maintained contacts with Xavier all throughout this time. The Professor hooked Scott up with his first pair of ruby shades, and frequently held check-ups on Scott's condition and his own private testing of his mutant power, and Xavier was completely open to any and all questions Scott had about mutants, of which there was apparently a lot. I can personally attest to this, the Professor is one of the few people Scott can become an absolute chatterbox about. He trusts him out of all of the original team. So when the Professor called Scott to come to New York following graduation to help him with a social study on the mutant experience, Scott left Alaska without a second thought.

The first day he stepped foot into the Mansion, Scott was met with his literal dream girl. Apparently, his face grew as red as his glasses, and then when Jean attempted to greet him telepathically he then rushed out of the room. The two tried again with the introductions eventually, but it would still take a bit more time for Scott to open up to Jean. All the other non-mind-readers of the First Class, it was a whole lot smoother. Scott got along with Hank pretty well. The two bonded not only on mutant issues (Scott with the social aspect, Hank with the genetics), but also because the two now had a sparring partner with their martial arts hobbies. There was a brief pecking order once Wren entered the picture, one that Scott didn't feel like dignifying and let Wren believe she was the leader of their little group, for the time being at least. The two even worked together when Bobby got into his legal troubles, and because of that Bobby was especially fond of the two of them.

Soon enough, Scott found himself in a friend group he could trust and depend on, and he believed in the Professor's whole dream wholeheartedly. So when the Brotherhood invaded Santo Marco and created an an international incident, it was a lot for Scott to take in. He looked for the Professor for guidance, only for Xavier to shut himself off entirely, taking the whole situation even worse. Hank told Scott and the others of the whole history between Xavier and Magneto, and the story sparked something in Scott. With a little encouragement from Jean, Scott first rallied the rest to take action, and then cajoled Xavier to let them take their training to the test. It took a lot of convincing, but eventually the group piled into the Professor's fancy private jet, ready to sneak into Santo Marco and change history.

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Nunca más será 1971 o No se habla de 2020 no no no (Las 17 canciones que me acompañaron durante el 2022)

¡Salutaciones a todos!

Regresando a la nueva normalidad… un mundo ¿Diferente?, no sé a ustedes pero a mí me costó volver a la rutina. El mundo no tiene un mejor panorama, parece que en diferentes partes del mundo está reinando el caos y precisamente aquellos que deberían preservarla, son sus agentes. Queda de parte de nosotros no dejarnos cambiar y que esas ideas no hagan mella en nosotros, si lo hacen ya ganaron.

... ¡Sigo Viva!... Va a terminar de ser mi frase de vida… Otras vez me he retrasado con la fecha, sueño al algún día publicar en la fecha correspondiente.

En fin, este listado está conformado por canciones que estuve escuchando durante el pasado año, no necesariamente corresponden a ese año, algunas pertenecen a películas, series, juegos de video y memes, soy una gran fan de los BSO, BGM, OST... etc. Para escucharlas completas solo den click al título de la canción.

Espero que lo disfruten y sin más preámbulo (sin ningún orden de relevancia... tal vez un poco cronológica) ¡Las seleccionadas!

01.- I Remember Everything - Free Guy / Christophe Beck.

¿Qué puede ser más real que intentar ayudar a alguien a quien quieres?... ¿Paperman eres tú?

02.- Hitorime No Tomodachi Ni - Komi-san wa, Komyusho Desu / Yukari Hashimoto.

Directo al corazón, me sacó lagrimitas.

03.- No! No! Satisfaction! - Mairimashita! Iruma-kun / DA PUMP.

Alguien regresó a la lista, con bailecito nuevo.

04.- Gamble - Tsuki ga Michibiku Isekai Dochu / syudou.

Otro isekai más, pero no me puedo resistir a ese toque tradicional.

05.- Cracker Island - Cracker Island / Gorillaz ; Thundercat.

¡Volvieron! Y más presentes que nunca. ¿Deseas unirte?

06.- Espartaco y el sol bajo el mar (Les Mondes engloutis) - Espartaco y el sol bajo el mar / versión Ricardo Cubillos, Christian Lecaros, Soledad Guerrero y Nené Lecaros letra Scottie Scott (version original Mini-Star Vladimir Cosma).

Canción que marcó la infancia de muchos, gratos recuerdos.

07.- Boss of Me - Malcolm in the Middle / They Might Be Giants.

Difícil olvidar después de un maratón... ¿Eso es Nazca?

08.- Yakumo - Ruthi_Family_Vlogs / Losstime Life ; TOYro.

Conociendo Japón a través de una familia mexico-japonesa, gracias Ruthi, saludos a Ryusei y Yurika, Don Sin Rostro eres mi favorito ¡Matanee!

09.- Shinzo wo Sasageyo! - Shingeki No Kyojin / Linked Horizon ; Revo.

Todo un himno... Si no luchas, no puedes ganar.

10.- Geki! Teikoku Kagekidan - Sakura Taisen / Chisa Yokoyama & Teikoku Kagekidan.

"Saludo militar de vuelta"

11.- Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - Paripi Koumei / QUEENDOM.

Y después de tanta lucha... ¡A disfrutar de la vida!

12.- Enemy - Arcane League of Legends / Imagine Dragons x J.I.D.

Materia pendiente, no es lo que me esperaba...

13.- D-TecnoLife - Bleach / UVERworld.

¡Volvió! Y no en forma de fichas.

14.- Mary On A Cross - Seven Inches of Satanic Panic / Ghost ; Forge, Al Fakir, Pontare.

Y con ustedes... ABBA oscuro...

15.- Ra (Polloman) - Destripando la Historia / Pascu & Rodri.

Y llegaron los dioses egipcios a DLH, tan buenos como siempre.

16.- Tukoh Taka - Official FIFA Fan Festival Anthem / Nicki Minaj ; Maluma & Myriam Fares.

Si no fuera por este gatito jamás hubiera escuchado ésta canción.

17.- Bloody Mary (Speed Up) - Wednesday (Dance Scene - TikTok Remix) / Lady Gaga.

Imposible no escucharla, imposible de olvidarla.

Y esto fue todo amigos, por más que acercándose el peligro viene ya, debemos tratar de mantener la luz encendida en los momentos más oscuros, no podemos perder nuestra humanidad, no podemos perder la fe en las personas y seamos más cordiales entre nosotros, valoren y midan el impacto que puedan tener sus opiniones, no es justo por querer hacer justicia terminen destruyendo la vida a alguien. ¡Se tiene que hacer justicia, no venganza!

Repito lo mismo del año pasado, es una época que nos invita a ser empáticos, a valorar el conocimiento, a respetar a las personas y no subestimar el poder de las artes y que éstas no pierdan su norte por querer ajustarse a una agenda políticamente correcta. No toda crítica es un acto de odio y toda crítica debe tener base.

¡Hasta la próxima!

Años anteriores:

Nunca más será 1918 o Las 30 canciones que me acompañaron durante la CUARENTENA 2020 - 2021 (Edición especial COVID-19)

Nunca más será 1999? o mejor tarde que nunca II “El ataque de los rayos gamma” (las 15 canciones que me acompañaron este 2019… +Bonustrack)

Nunca más será 2017 o mejor tarde que nunca (las 15 canciones que me acompañaron este 2018…)

Nunca más será 1982 o las 17 canciones que me acompañaron este 2017…

Nunca más será 1993 o las canciones que me acompañaron este 2016…

NUNCA MÁS SERÁ 1973…

Las 13 Canciones que me acompañaron este 2014…

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