#scott lang drabble

[darthbloodorange]

Kiss It Better

Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Scott Lang/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Scott Lang Warnings: Injury Major Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Pre-Relationship, Flirting, Hurt Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers vs the Super Soldier Serum, POV Steve Rogers Word count: 400 - Quadruple Drabble

Summery: Steve struggles to tend to his wounds after a battle. He knows he should ask for help, but he doesn't want to be a bother.

For the: ✦ @fluffystevefest - Kisses [July 1: AFFECTION] ✦ @sweetspicybingo H/C Bingo - Healing Kisses [E3] {Sample Card 3: Comfort, No Hurt}

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He twists and bends but to no luck. Steve frowns at his reflection in the one-sided glass in the medical bay.

Steve knows he should find someone to help him. But all the medical staff were busily attending to causalities. He doesn't want to get in the way. Especially not when he has the serum to help him.

But... The serum is going to start causing problems if he doesn't sort himself out soon.

Right in the centre of his back, just out of reach of his fingers is a few slivers of metal. He couldn't reach it to pull it out. He couldn't get good leverage with the tweezers either. He could see in his reflection the tiny silver glint of the metal but could do nothing to remove it.

Steve can already feel his body start to stitch itself together again. His skin pulling and muscles twitching. Doing it's work to heal him. But also tightening around the sliver of metal and pulling it deeper, cutting as it goes.

Looking away from his reflection, Steve takes a slow, steadying breath.

Steve drops his face into his hands. He needed help. He needs-

The door opens behind him, making Steve turn.

Scott sands in the doorway, staring at him wide-eyed. "Cap, hello. I..." Scott says, his words trailing off. The man is silent for a moment. "Sorry, do you need help?"

Steve feels a rush of thankfulness rushes over him. "Please," he says, "That'd be great. Gotta piece of metal caught in my back. If you could get it for me."

Scott makes short work of pulling the metal from his back. Then insists on helping him with all his other wounds.

He finishes placing a large square bandage above his knee.

Unexpectedly, Scott bends down and presses a soft kiss just above the bandaid. "There, all better!" he pronounces proudly, straining up, bringing his hands together in a single clap.

Scott's eyes meet his and freezes, his face losing all colour as he realises what he just did. "I'm sorry. Whenever Cassy gets hurt..."

Steve holds up a hand. "It's alright."

Scott visibly relaxes, his body's tension leaving. "Still," he says, his face burns bright red. "I probably shouldn't make a habit of kissing Captain America's wounds better."

Steve smiles, "I dunno, I feel better already," he says, feeling his own face heat.

Scott returns his smile tenfold.

THE END

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

For the Multiamory March (2022) Prompt “Black & White.” 

I love to play with our shadows In and out of the glow I'm not afraid of a dark side Just tell me things I don't know - Hayley Williams, “Sugar on the Rim”

[asirensrage]

Smut prompts? Okay.

"Be a good girl and swallow for me."

Any underused MCU man, can be either oc or reader.

Oh man, it took me a bit to think of what underused MCU man to use for this...

I've never written for him before and it's been awhile since I've watched the movies. I hope you like it!

He groans, fingers digging into the skin at the back of her neck.

He's close, she knows. This is the best part to her, being able to make him come undone with something as simple as her mouth and hands.

"How are you so good at this?" he asks.

She doesn't answer. She sucks a bit harder, can feel his thighs shake under her hand.

"I'm gonna--" He cuts himself off with another groan, head falling back as she uses her other hand to touch him, cupping him with just enough pressure. He breaks under her, cumming inside her mouth. She moves only when he's done, breathless and softer than before.

"Be a good girl and swallow for me."

She tries not to snort with her mouth full, but dutifully swallows what he's given. She starts laughing as soon as she can though, looking up at him.

"What?" He looks down at her, still flushed from her touch. "You don't like it?"

"Good girl? Really Scott?"

"Yeah, I don't know. It just came out."

She laughs again before standing. He grabs her elbow, helping her to her feet. "You need to stop watching porn."

"I was under house arrest! You can't blame me for that!" He kisses her before moving to lay kisses all over her face until she's pushing him away, laughing.

"Okay, okay!"

"Come on," he says, kneeling before her. "Can't let you have all the fun. Let me taste you too."

"Well, can't say no to that," she breathes.

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[thegrandharveyspecter]

Trip to a Coffee Shop; a Harvey, Scott & Mike Drabble

[Okay, not backing out of this one! It's a chill coffee shop AU, featuring Coffee Shop Owner Scott, Homeless Mike, and...Normal Harvey lmao. Some things don't change. Enjoy- or try to. @antvnger]

Harvey was in desperate need of coffee, something he forgot to get before he left home because he was in a hurry. There were back-to-back meetings and he had to see a judge later. He needed all the caffeine he could get.

His regular coffee shops were too far from the office and he didn’t want to get something from a cart this time. He walked down the sidewalk for fifteen minutes when he came across a shop he hadn’t seen before. Maybe it was always there and he just didn’t notice because he had other places.

Little Guy Cafe

An indie place. Harvey didn’t mind indie shops but there were times where the coffee was a hit or miss, and right now, he needed a hit. A strong, strong hit. He didn’t have much time to be picky, though. Whatever happened, happened.

When he entered the little shop, he was hit with whiplash. It was like he was transported back in time. The furniture was mismatched and appeared to be from an older person’s house. The wooden L-shaped counter seemed to be the cleanest, newest thing there.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to order something?” A man behind the counter asked.

Harvey was too busy taking everything in that he didn’t notice he was there. There was no uniform, just wore a deep red T-shirt and jeans. He did have a nametag, at least. Scott.

“Yeah, coffee,” Harvey finally said, stepping to the counter. “Black.”

“Where are your manners?” Scott asked, frowning, tone clearly offended.

“Are you kidding me,” Harvey replied, dryly.

Before Scott got the chance to respond, the door slammed open and a 20-something year old kid burst in. He was scruffy in every sense, from his hair to his clothes (which had some threads loose). Kid looked like he just finished running a marathon from how hard he was panting.

“Hey, hi, I need to borrow your counter,” the kid breathed out.

He didn’t wait for permission and ran over and went on his knees, keeping out of sight. It was at this moment Harvey knew he chose the worst time and coffee shop to walk into. Even Scott seemed uneasy by what just happened.

Not long after the kid came in, a man, a much bigger man also entered. It didn’t take Harvey or Scott long to put together the situation. Harvey glanced at Scott and gave a minute nod. Time to put on a show.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Harvey snapped. “You just let random kids run in, take your customers wallets, and then run out the backdoor? You ever hear of a goddamn lock?”

“Maybe next time don’t leave your wallet on the counter,” Scott scoffed, much more offended than before. “I doubt you need it anyway. Your tie probably costs more than my rent!”

Scott looked past Harvey as if he saw the other man for the first time. He looked twice as annoyed, if that was possible.

“Can I help you? I’m kinda busy right now.”

There was a moment of silence as the man took in everything that Harvey and Scott said. Kid, backdoor, new wallet, escape. In a nutshell. Eventually, the guy shook his head and started to back out.

“No, uh, no, thanks.”

He finally left. Harvey walked to the shop’s window and watched the guy run down the sidewalk. Little did he know the kid was still in the shop. Harvey waited until the guy disappeared into a crowd of people before moving back.

“Okay, kid. Danger’s gone.”

The kid hesitantly stood from his spot with the help of Scott. He looked between Harvey and Scott, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“Wow, thanks, guys,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You two were great. You actually sounded annoyed.”

“I kinda was,” Harvey and Scott said simultaneously.

Harvey rolled his eyes and Scott shook his head. The kid’s smile grew a bit, clearly amused by their behaviour. He walked out from behind the counter, placing his hands in his pockets. Harvey noticed that his clothes were dirty.

“What did that guy want with you?” Scott asked curiously, tilting his head.

“I might’ve ripped him off from a drug deal.”

“Might’ve?” Harvey repeated.

“I ripped him off. I didn’t have a choice, it was the only way I could get money,” the kid tried to defend himself.

“If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I’d be richer than I already am,” Harvey said. “You’re young, but not so young that you can’t get a job.”

“Uh, yeah, I’d get a job if I wasn’t homeless,” the kid replied indignantly, shifting his eyes to the floor. 

Scott’s eyes softened considerably at that. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“And my ID is kinda…let’s just say, uh…” The kid was a stuttering mess. “Never mind. You don’t wanna know.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to know,” Harvey said. He started backing out. If he didn’t go now, he was going to get in too deep. “This is a waste of my time. Forget the coffee.”

Scott went from sympathetic to annoyed again. “You’re really just going to leave? Give the kid some money, you’re a walking bank.”

“None of this is my problem.”

“Unbelievable…”

Harvey Specter left the shop.

XXX

The next day at 11:00AM, Harvey went to Little Guy Cafe. He wasn’t surprised that, just like the day prior, there were no customers. It was just Scott behind the counter. He was cleaning a coffee mug when he noticed Harvey.

“Look who it is, the city’s greatest lawyer returns,” Scott said, sarcastically. “If you’re going to act like how you did yesterday, you can turn around and leave.”

Harvey didn’t know someone like Scott could be hostile, not that Harvey really knew him. The guy just seemed to have a friendly demeanour in general, and it was clearly a bad idea to cross him.

“I’ll have that coffee now. Like I said, black.” Harvey walked up to the counter, pulled out his wallet and placed a twenty on the counter. “Keep the change.”

Scott gave him a suspicious look, something Harvey couldn’t blame him for. He was doing his best to not act as condescending as yesterday. Not that he cared that much, but he really wanted his coffee.

Scott put the twenty in his till under the counter and started to work on Harvey’s coffee. While Harvey waited, he looked around the shop. For the first time, he noticed some photos on a shelf behind Scott.

“Let me ask you something, lawyer. You clearly only care about yourself, so why did you cover for Mike yesterday?”

Mike. So that was the kid’s name, good to know. Harvey shrugged at Scott’s question, crossing his arms on the counter.

“Did you see the guy looking for him? He was going to beat the shit outta the kid,” Harvey replied. “I didn’t need that on my conscience.”

“You have a conscience? Wow, who would’ve guessed.”

“It’s a small one.”

Scott snorted. “At least you’re self aware.” He finished Harvey’s coffee and passed it to him. He cleared his throat.

“Thank you,” Harvey said, dryly. “Now, has Mike been by?”

“No. I told him he could stay but he ran out as I was closing up shop,” Scott said, shaking his head. “I’m kinda worried about him. I know that’s probably a foreign concept for you.”

Harvey shrugged, took a long sip of his coffee. He hummed, satisfied. “Not bad, Scott.”

“Thanks,” Scott said, cracking a small smile. “I make some pretty good coffee.”

“That’s why this place is so full, huh?” Harvey said, sarcastically.

“Oh, man. You gotta work on your manners,” Scott scolded.

“I said thank you,” Harvey retorted.

“Yeah, but then you’ve been going back to being sarcastic,” Scott pointed out.

The door opened and Mike walked in, looking like a kicked puppy. He wore the same clothes as yesterday. Mike walked up to the counter and placed two twenty dollar bills on it.

“I’m sorry, Scott. The register was open and I just…acted on it. I couldn’t bring myself to spend it though. You were way too nice to me yesterday.”

Scott smiled, pushed the bills back to Mike. “You need it more than I do. I can easily earn it back.”

“With all these customers?” Harvey was back at his sarcasm, gesturing around the empty shop.

“Oh my god…”

Mike looked up at Harvey, smiling shyly. “Hi.”

“Hey. Listen, I-”

“It’s alright. You’re not the first person who’s brushed me off. Apology accepted.”

“What? No. I wasn’t going to apologize.”

Scott snorted.

Mike deflated. “Oh…”

“Yeah, we’re trying to work on his poor behaviour,” Scott cut in, winking at Mike.

“Why are you talking like I’m going to come back?” Harvey asked, stepping back suspiciously.

“You came back today,” Scott pointed out. “You could’ve gone somewhere better, yet you came here.”

“Scott’s right,” Mike agreed, standing straighter, smiling more broadly.

“Oh, no. I’m not getting involved with you two,” Harvey refused, scowling.

“Then go.” Scott waved his hand in a shooing motion. “But you’ll be missing out on some great coffee.”

“And great company,” Mike piped in.

“Annoying company,” Harvey corrected. “You know, I was going to give you a credit card to go buy some new clothes and get some dinner tonight. But now that you’re being so annoying…”

“Whoa! No, okay. I’m sorry,” Mike apologized quickly.

Harvey shook his head, did his best to hide a smile but couldn’t stop himself. Mike might’ve been one of those people really easy to please. Harvey reached into his pocket and searched through his wallet until he found the right card. He handed it to Mike.

Mike took it with hesitance, as if it was going to disappear or if it wasn’t real. He asked hesitantly, “Are you really sure?”

“I got more than enough money,” Harvey said casually. “Scott’s right, I'm a walking bank. I might as well try to hand it out once in a while. But don’t get used to it.”

“Thank you so much…” Mike struggled to find Harvey’s name.

“Harvey Specter,” Harvey provided. “Now go. Spend that money wisely.”

Mike smiled probably one of the happiest smiles Harvey’s ever seen. It gave him a strange, warm pang in his chest. He decided to not give it a name or pay much attention to it.

“Thank you so much, Harvey.”

“You already thanked me.”

Mike chuckled. “Grammy told me to show my gratitude as often as possible.”

“Just go. My chest can’t handle this.”

Mike furrowed his brows, clearly confused. He glanced at Scott, a silent request for an explanation. Scott shrugged, shook his head. He seemed just as confused, though Harvey had the feeling Scott was just putting on a show for Mike.

Mike finally left, going from confused to happy once again. When Harvey looked back at Scott, the guy was also smiling.

Harvey scowled. “What?”

“You just made that kid’s entire day,” Scott replied. “That was surprisingly nice of you.”

Harvey sighed deeply, starting to regret doing this. If he knew he’d be mocked for being nice, he would’ve kept being an asshole.

“Whatever. Don’t be so annoying about it.”

Harvey downed the rest of his coffee in one fell swoop. He exhaled deeply, satisfied.

“Alright, I’ve wasted enough time here. If I don’t leave now, my boss will have my head.”

Harvey turned and headed for the door when Scott called out to him.

“Hey, wait.” Scott tilted his head curiously. “Will you come back?”

“Probably not.”

Scott smiled. “Alright, I’ll see you later.”

Harvey rolled his eyes. “Goodbye, Scott.”

[his-sun-his-moon]

WALK OF SHAME (Scott Lang/Jake Lockley Drabble)

WALK OF SHAME

Scott woke before Jake did. Usually, Scott didn’t sleep well as it was, so this wasn’t unnatural for him to wake before most people. The faint smell of whiskey and cheap cologne filled Scott’s senses. Scott was pinned beneath his friend, Jake’s arm draped heavily over his form. He would lie if he said he didn’t enjoy it, though he’d never vocalize that. Scott put his palms behind him and pushed himself up slowly, letting Jake’s arm fall to his waist.

His friend stirred in his sleep, which made Scott freeze. Jake’s sleeping form gripped Scott’s bare waist pulling him in slightly, and this made Scott feel...Good? Jesus, he should not like this. Everything in his head was telling him this was wrong. He should not have put himself out there. Not because he didn’t want whatever this was but because he knew Jake didn’t.

But here he was.

Entangled in his friend.

Yet he couldn’t help but look down at Jake, taking a moment to admire his sleeping form.  His usually tense features were now fully relaxed. The small strings of light casting a beautiful glow on hi-

Stop it.

Scott couldn’t let himself get roped up in whatever last night was because he knew Jake was just being nice. But Scott knew that if Jake woke up at that moment and asked Scott to stay, there would have been no question. He was hooked.

But this was Jake.

And Jake didn’t do attachments because attachments were stupid.

Scott had to accept the night for what it was, a brief, fleeting moment, and as intimate as it was, it was just that. Nothing more, and Scott needed to stop holding on...

But that’s who he was.

Scott has always been a hopeless romantic. He lived for giving people everything and anything they wanted, yet at this moment, he wanted so deeply to be selfish. He wanted for once to do something for himself without worry or wondering if he was doing the right thing or how people would view him.

Though Scott knew he couldn’t. It wasn’t in his blood.

So, they’d just continue to be.

And Scott would have to keep the moment because that is all it was. A moment.

Scott let out a small sigh when he realized he was staring, internally rolling his eyes at himself for how stupid he felt. Jake made it clear that attachments were stupid. He glanced around the room, trying to find his shirt. Though if he was being honest he was trying to find an excuse to stay in this moment a little longer. Taking another moment to look at his friend, he bit his bottom lip; part of him thought that things could have been different if he had gone for it. Laid it all out on the table.

But he didn’t. 

So, Scott grabbed Jake’s hand that softly gripped his waist, holding it for a brief moment before gently removing it. Tossing the blankets to the side, Scott threw his legs over the side of the bed, slowly standing to his full height. A feeling of insecurity washed over him. Scott quietly made his way over to his shirt, grabbing it and throwing it on. Before exiting the room, he glanced at Jake one more time. Making his way to the couch to collect his shoes, he quickly wrote a note to Jake with the pad and pen on the counter, seemingly left by Steven.

It took Scott a moment to figure out what to write. Whenever he thought of something, he mentally scribbled it out and started over.

‘Left early. Thanks again. – Scott’

Scott took a deep breath tapping the pen on the counter before settling on this note. He silently nodded to himself before setting the pen down slowly and exiting the apartment. He made his way down the street feeling ashamed and a little guilty.

“Jesus, this feels like a walk of shame.” He muttered to himself before letting out a small embarrassed laugh.

Jake was right. Attachments are stupid.

[viviennes-tears]

Stab me! (Loki & Thor drabble)

18+ blog: It is YOUR responsibility, as a reader, to think about the content that you consume at your own discretion.

A/N: I was talking to a colleague the other day and he told me about what he thought it would be like to see Thor and Loki reunite in Avengers: The Kang Dynasty. I added on to his imagine and we had a laugh about the two bickering, so I just had to write this little drabble that was inspired by the conversation. Hope you like it!

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Summery: Thor can't believe his eyes as Loki comes towards him, Strange, Scott, Carol and Kamala. Although Loki doesn't come alone as he's joined by Sylvie and Mobius. Despite everyone being cautious about the situation Thor can't contain his excitement and he rushes on ahead to be reunited with his brother.

Warnings: Stabbing (not graphic) 

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Thor squinted his gaze off into the distance and held a hand up to block some of the sun's strong rays, as three dark figures began heading their way. One figure appears taller than the other two. Scott, Strange, Carol and Kamala stood a bit back from Thor as they too saw the dark figures heading their way. Of course they kept an eye on the three oncoming strangers and considering their best move of action if they turned out anything other than friendly.

Eventually when the taller figure was close enough Thor recognised him. His heart filled with a warmth he once knew from childhood and a huge smile formed on his lips, although his eyes couldn't believe what was seeing before him. Then without a second thought Thor raced on ahead to meet his little brother.

Strange told everyone to keep their wits about them, after all they couldn't be sure what tricks Loki or this imposter and company were going to pull on them, and he suspected them to be in alliance with Kang.

"Brother!" Thor cried cheerfully and wrapped his arms around Loki in an almost bone crushing embrace when he was finally in reach. Loki was more than happy to reciprocate his feelings, disentangling his fingers from Sylvie's and he held steadfast onto Thor's leather studded waistcoat instead.

When they pulled away Loki was smiling as Thor held his hands up to his face and his eyes searching for the familiar flicker of mischief in Loki's eyes. Sylvie just stood there awkwardly at Loki's side, while Mobius stood there on Loki's other side grinning like a loon, as he finally gets to see the brothers reunite and he almost tears up. That's when Scott approached with caution and the others followed behind, but Kamala followed on excitedly, although she tried to appear cooler on the outside than the inside. A typical teenager.

"Wait, how do we really know it's Loki?" Scott asked, while Strange eyed Loki and company carefully, as the brothers seemingly still caught up on seeing the other.

"I know, stab me!" Thor says enthusiastically, whereas in the past he would have been annoyed or heartbroken by Loki betraying him.

"What?! No!" Loki replies with a cute denial face, if that is at all possible. Well it's Loki anything is possible.

"Go on, stab me!" Thor says again.

"No!" Loki holds up his hands in surrender, yet the two continue to bicker back and forth for a couple of minutes.

"You have a free pass, so stab me!" Thor holds his arms out as if welcoming Loki to do it.

"Usually I would be against this, but...maybe you should stab him." Mobius says with a quirk of his brow.

Loki sighed as he yielded to his brother's request and a small dagger appeared in a green haze in his hand before he stabbed him. "Yeah, that's him." Thor says with a strangled laugh, as Loki dislodges the dagger and then Thor clutches to the wound.

"Don't use this against me in the future." Loki said with a smile and a dismissive shake of his head simultaneously, as his dagger disappeared in the same green haze.

"Fret not, brother!" They chuckled and Thor clapped Loki's shoulder.

Of course Loki hadn't forgotten about Sylvie and Mobius. So he wrapped his arm around her waist and introduced them to Thor and his friends as his variant girlfriend, then admitting Mobius as his best friend to them. Thor welcomed them both with open arms and he expressed how much he wanted a sister who wasn't trying to kill him. At first Sylvie was a little reluctant to hug Thor back, albeit with Loki's encouraging smile she slowly raised her arms to hug him back, which made Mobius say "awh" and actually cry this time. Despite Thor, Scott and Kamala accepting Loki to be really Loki, as well as welcoming both Sylvie and Mobius, Strange and Carol still weren't sure. Also they made it clear that Loki especially out of the three had to prove if they be worthy to be on their team to fight against Kang.

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Alternative ending.

As Thor and Loki continue to bicker, Sylvie rolls her eyes and without even a second of a chance she gets behind Thor then stabs him in the back. The sudden throbbing pain instantly stops the bicker brothers and all eyes on what will happen next as Thor looks at Sylvie over his shoulder. She looked pleased with herself as she then removed her dagger from his back. It took a moment longer before Thor sees the same mischief sparkle in her eyes as he's known in Loki's.

"It's really me, Thor and that's my variant Sylvie." Loki says with a smile and a dismissive shake of his head simultaneously. "She's also my girlfriend and Mobius here is my best friend." He adds, making Mobious get emotional again and then he hugs Loki.

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(BG3) Astarion - Red As Cherry 🌹

(BG3) Halinsin - Size Difference 🌹

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Dazzling Smile 🌺

(TLOU) Joel Miller - The Tiredness 🌹

Combos.

(BG3)Astarion & Halsin - Vampire And The Bear ⚘️

(BG3) Astarion & Gale - Love From The Gods 🌹

(BG3) Astarion & Harleep - Jealous Much 🌹

(HL) Sebastian & Ominus - Bros Before... 🥀🌺

(SR) Fratpack - Bare Claws🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(BG3) Ascended Astarion - Truly Broken 🥀

(BG3) Astarion - My Darling Baker 🌺

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Lace Me Up 🌺

Combos

(BG3) Astarion & Halsin - Lust Filldd Touches 🌹

Different Aus.

(BG3)God Astarion & God Gale -Praises From The Gods🌹

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

(BG3) halsin - NSFW

Movies

Imagines.

(HP) Draco Malfoy - A Bubbly Companion 🌺

(It) Bowers Gang - Plaid Skirts 🌹

(MR) Newt - Second In Command 🌺

(JB) Jennifer Check - Boyfriend And Girlfriend 🌹

(MG) Regina George - It's Me Regina George 🌹🌺

(MR) Gally - Soft Spot 🌺

(RH) Prince John - Fall From Grace 🌺

(T) Paul Lahote - Second Head 🌺

Combos.

(HPM) Remus & Sirius - Moon Light 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(A) Kane - Stop Your Breath 🌺🌹

(D) Harry Hook - Second Star To The Right 🌺

(FG) Walter Mckey (keys) - Cuter Then Puppies 🌺

(MR) Newt - Glow Of Embers 🌺

(TF) Santiago Garcia - Friend Of A Friend 🌹

Combos.

(TF) Santiago Garcia & Frankie Morales - Movement Of The Hips 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Series

Imagines.

(F) Savitar - A New Day Has Dawned 🍁

(OBX) Rafe Cameron - Uncontrollable??? 🌹

(OUAT) Peter Pan - Whisked Away 🌺

(SN) Dean Winchester - Jealous Much 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove - Addicted 🌹

(ST) Eddie Munson - Something A Bit More 🍁

(T) Jason Todd - Cold Stares 🌺

(TVD) Stephen Salvatore - The Classics 🌺

(TW) Derek Hale - Big Bad Werewolf 🌹

(VK) Ivar Ragnarsson - Tracing Tattoos 🌺🌹

Combos

(OUAT) Peter Pan & Felix - Princess Treatment 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson - High And Mighty 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington - You Wouldn't Dare🌹

(T100) Bellamy blake & John murphy - little convincing 🌹

(TW) Stiles Stilinski & Scott Mccal - Rain Check 🌹

(TVD) Damon and Stephen - Elana Really... 🌼🌺

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

Combos.

(911) Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley-Something To Look At 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Tag.List

@sweetirilly @neteyamyawne @greekgods15 @laylasbunbunny

[missvelvetsstuff]

https://www.tumblr.com/missvelvetsstuff/719658565357420544/i-have-a-request-please-if-its-open

Thank you so much for taking my request.

So Steve and the reader met while he was on the run and he fell in love with her and Thanos blipped the people but she was there for him no matter what

He proposed to her before they got married Scott lang showed up and etc

Steve saw Peggy and started acting weird with the reader and after returning the stones he came back old asf😭

But the reader had a surprise for him (a pregnancy) what he wanted all those 5 years he spent with her and she got mad and he argued back saying he deserved after everything he did for the people😭 so she didn’t tell him about the baby and left

After a few months she was at the grocery store and ran into Bucky and his eyes were on her swollen belly and she saw the look on his face and said “yes it’s his baby” on the way to his apartment the thousands questions on his mind “did Steve knew his girl was pregnant? Why would he leave her? If i was him I would’ve never left her. Okay stop she is /was your best friend’s girl but he left her someone he once kissed.

There was a lot going on Bucky’s mind, so decided to locate her and find where she lives so he did find her and she was shocked to see it was bucky on the door

So he demand to help her and they became closer and more comfortable around each other and ofc Bucky told Sam about the situation and Sam told the old Steve 😤 and Steve tried contacting her but couldn’t but Sam told him where she lives and he saw his Best Friend and best girl kissing while she was carrying his baby he got mad and possessive/obsessive so he went back and came back younger you know take what was his before he got selfish and left🙄

You can add more angst I wanna cry😭

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to your request. It took me a minute to flesh it all out and it'll be 5-6 chapters. Hope you like it.

This story was getting too long for me to manage so I've broken it up into chapters and will be posting each when I finish editing. I'm almost done writing so it should be posted by the end of the week. It's been a minute since I saw Civil War so please forgive me if I mess up any details.

Apparently I'm unable to write short blurbs or drabbles, sorry.

As always reader is female and above average height.

Hope y'all enjoy.

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

1. Meeting

Warnings: swearing, angst

Y/N had watched the news about the Avengers fight in Germany. All the anchors calling it a 'civil war' but she was in NYC in 2012 and saw the aliens trying to invade. She knew that the world was less safe with the Avengers fighting amongst themselves.

After losing her brother in the Battle of New York she felt her mortality acutely so quit her office job, packed up her apartment and put everything in storage and left to see the world. She had no other family or close friends to keep her in the states and yearned for something different. At this point she had seen most of Europe but lingered in Ireland, entranced by its beauty and the wonderful people.

The bar in Dublin where she was working was quiet with only a couple of customers, typical for suppertime in the middle of the week, so she worked on inventory and organizing the storage room to make room for tomorrows delivery.

The bell rang and she went up to the front to see who was there. It was a couple, the man was taller than her and took off his cap as he walked in. He had broad shoulders and a tight t-shirt, sunglasses covered his eyes and he walked to the furthest corner booth, facing the door.

The woman, pretty with blonde hair, came up to the bar "4 shots of whiskey and 2 pints of Guinness." and handed her a bill "keep the change"

Y/N nodded "Thank you. I'm Y/N if you need anything else."

Y/N knew who they were even with their attempted disguises but she certainly wasn't going to help any crooked government catch some of the Avengers so kept her mouth shut.

The next night the captain returned with another man who was black and had an easy smile, obviously the Falcon. He came up to the bar to order their drinks and flirted a little with her.

This kept up for a few weeks. Always the Captain but he had a few companions that seemed to be on a rotation, Falcon, the Scarlet Witch and a tall slender blonde man that Y/N couldn't place. Black Widow hadn't returned since the first night.

One night the Captain finally took off his sunglasses and smiled at her which made her knees weak and stomach flip, he was beautiful. Every night after that he graced her with that smile. She wanted so badly to talk to him, outside of drink orders and thanks, but didn't want to intrude.

Then she saw something on the news about them being sighted outside of Dublin and they stopped coming in. She hoped they could avoid the authorities. When the pub was slow she daydreamed about the Captain coming back to sweep her off her feet in some grand romantic gesture and she would go on the run with him.

She laughed at herself for her childish fantasies but figured they weren't hurting anyone. It wasn't like she had men, or women, knocking down the door to her apartment above the pub.

A couple of months passed uneventfully and life stayed predictable. Until the Captain came back in by himself. She felt her heart speed up, butterflies swarming her stomach and a tingle in her core.

She smiled at him "Evening. Would you like your usual or are you feeling adventurous?"

He looked at her, right into her soul and smiled, making her feel faint. "I'll take a pint and..." He paused awkwardly and she waited patiently "and, your, uh your number?"

Y/N laughed and the Captain felt his heart clench, he hadn't seen anyone like her since...

"Are you sure? You don't seem like-"

He interrupted her, almost shouting "NO!" Realizing how loud he was he spoke softly, giving her a chill, when he said "I mean yes, definitely yes" and looked at her hopefully.

"How could any girl refuse a request like that?" and took his offered phone to put her number in, naming herself 'Barmaid'.

His grin grew until he realized something "You don't have an Irish accent. Where are you from?"

She laughed lightly "It's called an Irish brogue and I keep hoping it'll rub off on me but no such luck. It's been almost 2 years and some of my regulars tease that even an Irish brogue can't overpower a New Yawk accent."

"New York? Whereabouts? Brooklyn here."

She smiled knowingly at him "I already knew that, learned about you in school. I wrote a term paper about your friend Bucky Barnes."

Steve blushed and chuckled "When did you realize who I was?"

"The first time you came in with Natasha Romanoff, you were pretty easy to recognize. Don't worry, I won't sell you out. I've always been on your side."

Steve looked at her seriously "Not always on my side if you wrote a report about Bucky." He teased.

"I seem to recall you always being on the same side. I noticed you never bring him in, is he ok?"

Steve nodded, touched by her warmth and concern "Yeah, he's uh somewhere safe, getting help to get rid of the Hydra programming."

She smiled "I'm glad he's being cared for. What about you? Are you taking care of yourself?"

He sighed "Not many opportunities for that on the road. I'm more concerned about my friends, if we were caught....."

He left off and looked at his hands, not wanting to contemplate that possibility.

Y/N reached out to touch his cheek gently, smiling when he leaned into her hand, and pulled his face up to look at her. "You'll be in just as much trouble as they will." She cupped his other cheek "You need to take care of yourself too."

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her soft touch. Feeling sparks where her skin touched his, a stirring in his groin making a small moan slip out. When he realized it, his eyes snapped open and looked into hers.

His eyes darted around the room, confirming that no one else was in the bar before he leaned forward until his lips brushed hers, his eyes fluttering closed.

Y/N could feel her heart racing, was Captain America really kissing her in a pub in Ireland? She moved her hand from his face to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

He smiled into the kiss and teased her lips with his tongue which she accepted and the kiss intensified until they were both out of breath.

Steve pulled back, smiling "I've been wanting to do that since the first night I came in."

She tskd him "And we've been wasting all this time? For shame Captain."

He leaned in to kiss her again before she put a finger on his lips. "I'm actually still on the clock but closing in an hour. If you want to hang out until I'm done, we can get some food and eat at my place." She asked holding her breath. She hadn't taken many men home since she stopped here but how could she not.

His grin grew and he blushed bright red as he nodded "Yes, absolutely."

They spent that night talking, getting to know each other in between making out and discovering each other's bodies.

The next few weeks they spent as much time together as possible, both dreading the time when he would have to move on.

One night a month after they first kissed, Steve came later than usual and she could tell he had something on his mind.

After she gave him his drink he grabbed her hand and looked at her sadly. She knew before he said anything. "You have to go, don't you?"

He tried to keep the tears in his eyes from falling and couldn't find the words so just nodded. After a few minutes he composed himself and spoke softly "I'm so sorry. I never meant. I can't find the words."

She nodded sympathetically and held his hand "I know Steve it's alright."

"No" he shook his head "It's not alright. None of this situation is alright but my time with you has been the only real peace I've had in, well ever really."

He pulled his hand away and stood suddenly "I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll try to come back soon."

She stood up and went up the stairs. When she came back she was on her phone. She finished her call and looked at Steve with a smile on her face, then grabbed his hand, a backpack in the other hand "So let's go."

Chapter 2

[miscfandomwrites]

A/N: I needed a break from the mama series for a bit. This was an idea that I came up with while dealing with some chores, and my adhd brain would NOT stop pestering me to write this down before I forgot it. I might make this into its own series, but it’s honestly a drabble more than anything. I also just really wanted to write a fight scene. Oh, and I did edit it so the name of the character is Wolf, not dog. 

Pairing: Avengers x Werewolf! Reader

Location: Marvel > Avengers > Avengers Team > Oneshots

Warnings: Violence, language (?)

Words: 1.3k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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“You’re joking.” I asked the man in front of me.

“I am not. You are to meet them, and see if they like you.” He replied.

It was difficult not to roll my eyes at the situation. 

“Fury, having them like me is something I can live without. I’m back up, after all.” I told him. 

He sighed, before pushing the folder in front of him to me. “I know.”

He got up and left me in the conference room, wondering if it was too late to get on my motorcycle and ride out of the state completely. 

He’d close the building up before I stepped foot into that garage anyway. I told myself, opening the massive folder and flipping through the various papers in it.

Avengers Initiative. Steve Rodgers. Carol Danvers. Tony Stark. Natasha Romanoff. James Barnes. Bruce Banner. Thor. King T’Challa. Scott Lang. Clint Barton. Wanda Maximoff. All to protect the world from larger-than-them fights. Bullshit.

I skimmed through the rest of the file, only taking time to read through Barnes and Romanoff’s profiles.

I finished skimming through the folder before closing it and getting up from the table. Stretching my limbs and bending backwards to pop my back never seemed so good. I had sat in that chair for nearly an hour as Fury told me about the Avengers and my role to partake today. 

Shit, when was the meeting again? 

I checked my phone for the time and was relieved to see I had fifteen minutes until I was ‘needed’ at the meeting. 

Enough time for coffee, and maybe a bagel. 

I grabbed the file and donned my leather jacket, checking all my pockets and weapons in case they were loose or had moved since I had sat down. After clearing that, I headed out of the room towards the cafeteria. 

Bullshit. I’m back up-they never need backup. 

They were the Avengers for fuck’s sake, “Earth’s mightiest hero’s my ass” I grumbled to myself as I stalked down the hallway. 

It took a decent amount of self control not to throw open the cafeteria door, mostly because last time I had to pay for it.  Why the fuck are the doors so expenis-oh, pure steel. Enough to stop bullets. Right. 

I cut off the thought as it appeared, and I headed to the coffee station in the back of the room, ignoring the looks I got as I walked past the tables.

Being the person I am, having a reputation can be a dangerous thing, yet I tried to stay in good graces of everyone. The only time I wasn’t polite or made an effort not to snap at anyone is when I knew it would impact my life with S.H.I.E.L.D. 

While I was born into Hydra as an experiment, I became a part of S.H.I.E.L.D nearly seven years ago when my plane had crashed and I was captured. My abilities made me a prize possession of the agency, and once I proved myself useful it was only a matter of gaining trust from others.

I grabbed a disposable coffee cup and poured some (thankfully) hot coffee into it, before snapping on the lid. I checked the time and was really, really, disappointed that I did not in fact, have enough time to get a bagel.

I headed out of the cafeteria and out of view of the stares, and made my way upstairs and to the conference room. 

The one thing I did not like about the conference rooms were the pure glass walls-you could shade them, but no one even bothered to hide the fact that not just the original Avengers were there, but all of them. I lost track of all the faces I saw.

I took a large sip of my coffee before taking a deep breath and pushing open the door to the room. 

“I’m glad you could join us, Ms. (L/N).” Fury spoke with a tone of indifference. I did notice the gleam in his eye-surprise. He was surprised that I actually went through with this. 

I nodded to him, before taking off my jacket and draping it across the chair at the foot of the table. 

Steve Rodgers, otherwise known as the defacto ‘Leader’ of the Avengers came around to me, holding out his hand.

“Steve Rodgers, but you can call me Steve” He told me, I stifly shook his hand.

“(F/N) (L/N), but you can call me Wolf.” I replied, before taking my hand away and tucking it into my pocket. He walked back around to his spot, and everyone took their seats besides Fury and I.

“Ms. (L/N), otherwise known as Wolf, is the new applicant for this position.” Fury told everyone, handing out a stack of folders to everyone.

“And her test?” Natasha Romanoff asked him as she got her folder.

Fury just nodded, finishing passing out the folders before standing at the head of the table again.

I heard the door open behind me, and sensed the four men before I saw them. 

All well built, no main identifying features other than a faint remembrance as the top of the fighter’s guild last year. All wore the same suits, all looked clean, and all looked nervous. One stood at my left, another at my right, and two behind me.

“Fury.” I spoke in a warning tone. I had no idea what the hell was about to happen, but I didn’t like it. 

“Worried?” He asked me, raising his eyebrow.

“Not for myself. You’ve seen me fight, are you sure you are willing to risk their lives to prove a point?” I asked him, with venom coating my final words.

He smiled at me, before nodding. The man at my left side shifted nervously.

“You could have let me go into a small battle with them, yet you decided that unleashing me in a closed room with four men would prove your point?” I told him as I set my coffee down.

“No weapons, no death” He replied.

I nodded, before widening my stance. I knew the men would only attack on his command, and I would honor that.

He nodded, and all at once the men leapt for me.

I ducked low and as one of the men behind me made to grab my shoulder, I grabbed his arm and threw him on the table. Everyone stood up in shock, papers scattering and chairs rollin gin every direction.

I twisted his arm and went left as the man on my right came at me. I twirled, ducking the left man’s fist as he swung at me.

The other man behind me grabbed my arm, and I turned and kicked him with all my force into the widow behind him. It spider-webbed, but didn’t break. Another man grabbed me around the stomach and I shook him off of me, before turning around and punching him square in the face.

He cursed at me and held his nose, his blood running through his fingers and staining his white undershirt. I snarled at him, before roundhousing him in the face.

Luckily I dodged the other man coming at me, and he shoulder-checked the other man at the window, borderline breaking it. 

I dragged him off of the other man, and slammed my head against his, breaking his nose. I then swung a right hook into his jaw, rendering him unconscious and only the man at the window to deal with.

I turned towards him, as he stood taller, both fists up, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

“You’re just Fury’s lapdog, born to take orders!” He yelled at me. I stood still for a matter of three seconds as he started to realize that he truely, royally, fucked up.

I approached him with a deadly calm that made my head swim. 

“I belong to no one.” I snarled at him, before kicking him into the window, finally breaking it and sending him falling to his death thirty six stories below.

I turned towards Fury, wiping the blood off my hands, and growled

“Is this enough proof?”

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Scott Lang One shots & Drabbles

All the links travel to ao3!

updated August 31 2024

Main Masterlist

Requesting Rules

Am I Dreaming? || Summary: After not seeing your best friend for months, after he had dodged all your calls and texts for months, you'd finally had enough and decided to barge into his house, not knowing the outcome would change your life.

Captive || Summary: Foreplay is always fun with your husband.

A Dream Worth Forgetting || Summary: You'd been friends with Scott since you were practically in diapers, you knew everything about each other....Except one day he'd gone away for a while.... he returned after sometime and you'd decide to figure out what his deal was.....what you discover, however, isn't at all; what you expected.

The Weigh Down || Summary: you were caught betraying your mobster husband.

[buckets-and-trees]

Buck's Eleven Collection

a collection of stories and drabbles related to a massive casino heist in Las Vegas on New Years Eve 1960

Going into a job this big, you have to take the house or know the house will hunt you down and swallow you into its belly. Vegas is unforgiving. Good thing they're the best at what they do.

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x ex!wife Reader, Steve x Pan Am Stewardess!Reader side characters: Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Peter Parker, Joaquin Torres, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton

Content/Concept Warnings: Thief/Con Artist AU, smoking, 1960s elements, references to sexual acts, pieces with smut marked accordingly

Author Notes: This is an MCU homage to Ocean's Eleven drawing direct inspiration from the 1960 and 2001 films.

ORIGINAL PIECE: BUCK'S ELEVEN

Theoretically if you understand that these MCU characters are in a non-powered 50s/60s AU where they're on a team pulling a heist in Vegas, you can read these in any order, but the rest of the collection will be listed in chronological order of events.

Bookings and Rings Steve x Pan Am Stewardess Reader [600 words, light smut]

Good Luck the team [600 words]

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

[bruniciobrunaldo]

Hello, my name is Bruno, I'm 21 and I'm trying to get back on track with writing (also lost my old account) I'm thinking of using this account to express my love for all the fictional characters I love (not only Ash)

Either way, I write for different fandoms, being my thing writing for male readers and readers under the trans umbrella mostly

Who I write for

Slashers

Michael Myers (RZ's too)

Jason Vorhees

Freddy Krueger

Candyman

Leatherface (Bubba Sawyer)

Leatherface (Thomas Hewitt)

Chop Top Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Pinhead

Billy Lenz

Ghostface (Billy Loomis, Stu Macher and Mickey Altieri)

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Pennywise (1991 and 2017)

Leslie Vernon

Josef (Creep)

Kurt Kunkle

Norman Bates

Martin (1977)

The Creeper (Creepers Jeepers)

Albert Shaw/The Grabber

Marvel

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Loki

Mantis

Nebula

Peter Quill/Starlord

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Deadpool

Quicksilver (any)

Jack Russell

Steven Grant

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

Peter Parker (any)

Doc Ock (Olivia or Otto)

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

George Stacy

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

The Spot

DC

(movie or series versions)

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Edward Nygma

Edward Nashton

Arthur Fleck

Joker (Ledger)

Oswald Cobblepot

Jonathan Crane

Abner Krill (Polka Dot-Man)

Harley Quinn

Barry Allen/Flash (movie only)

Ratcatcher 2

Rick Flag

Chris Smith/Peacemaker

Adrian Chase/Vigilante

Disney

Quasimodo

Judge Frollo

Dr. Facilier

Scar

Lottie LaBouf

Jim Hawkins

Madrigal family

Dead by Daylight

David King

Jeff Johanssen

Ace Visconti

Jane Romero

Kate Denson

Felix Richter

Mikaela Reid

Vittorio Toscano

The Trapper

The Nurse

The Doctor

The Huntress

The Legion

Oni

Trickster

Skull Merchant

Other characters

Ash Williams

Carrie White

Dewey Riley

Robert Van Helsing

Coach Boomer

Jareth The Goblin King

Willy Wonka (Chalamet's)

Renfield

Dracula

The Janitor (Willy's Wonderland)

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Dewey Finn

Beetlejuice (Keaton's)

Hellboy

Abe Sapiens

Prince Nuada

Oc

Mostly for nsfw purposes (mainly monsters)

Yes!

One-shots

Hcs

Drabbles

Nsfw

Freaky nsfw (the monsterfucker kind)

Gore

No!

Long fics

Omegaverse

Scat/Puke

[aimmyarrowshigh]

MLMay 2024: 100 Slash Drabbles

006. Melancholy - Scott Lang/Luis (Ant-Man)

[thegrandharveyspecter]

Harvey & Scott playing video games again like:

Scott: I was doing great breaking into the mayor's mansion until the security guy showed up. I was in the middle of taking a drink when the QTEs started.

Harvey: I don't even know what QTEs are.

Scott: Oh my god, you're such an old man! QTEs- Quick Time Events. When I had to hit the buttons before the timer ran out?

Harvey: Well, you suck at QTEs because you missed more than half.

Scott: They were rapid fire!

Harvey: Which is it, Scott? They were rapid fire or you were taking a drink?

Scott: What are you, some kind of lawyer?

[his-sun-his-moon]

BAITED. (Scott Lang Drabble)

(TW/CHOKING & DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE) BAITED

Scott felt the anger boiling in his chest. He was like a kettle that had been put on to boil. He was being baited. He was constantly being lured to self-destruct. The problem was that Scott never listened to the little voice that sat in the back of his head. And typically, he could take it. Usually, he would say ‘fuck off’ and disconnect.

But those words hit a trigger, and Scott was seeing red.

He felt his heartbeat within his chest. The drumming made blood rush to his ears. His vision funneled. He had one thought on his mind, which always led to self-destruction. The two people who brought him off the ledge were busy, and although Strange did a pretty decent job of it, he was too far gone. Scott left his phone sitting on his counter. He didn’t want to be found that night. Scott left so quickly that he didn’t bother to throw on a jacket. The anger sitting in his throat was enough to warm every nerve-ending. He was utterly numb to every other feeling besides rage. Scott’s chest heaved with heavy breaths. His head was spinning. He only had one thought on his mind.

The Cigar Room.

Scott let his body do the thinking for him. He was acting on impulse. Though this time, he went alone.

He was being dragged back into hell.

Scott rapped his knuckles quickly against the graffitied door, the code second nature at this point. Hoping the faster he knocked, the quicker he’d be able to blow off steam. The door opening was where his memory got foggy. His memory flashed in and out.

He remembers asking to be put in.

He remembers wrapping up his knuckles.

He remembers winning three fights.

Though that was the last thing he remembers. The mix of cheers and hollers kept him in it. Kept him blacked out with rage. That was until one person’s words broke through the black.

‘LANG IS GOING TO KILL ‘EM!’

When he came to for the final time, he had his hands wrapped around a man’s throat, pushing down on his windpipe so hard the white tint of his knuckles peeked through the dripping blood. His entire body shaking. And even though his mind was screaming at Scott to retreat, his body wouldn’t let him. The man was clawing at Scott’s hands, desperately trying to breathe. His face was severely bloodied and red from lack of oxygen.

‘SOMEONE GET LANG OFF OF ‘EM!’

This was beyond a tap-out. And Scott knew that. The crowd knew that. Yet he couldn’t stop himself. The fight moderators had to step in. Scott felt his shoulders being yanked at. Clammy large hands grabbed at his bruised and bloodied body, trying desperately to pull him out of his blind rage. But Scott was being dragged back into hell.

The fight moderators broke the connection before the man suffered any lasting damage to his windpipe. Scott slipped through their grasp and continued using all his force to punch the guy. Over and over and over. Scott couldn’t stop. Thinking back, Scott was sure he'd broken the man’s nose. But Scott didn’t care because he didn’t see the man. He didn’t even see a victory.

He saw himself.

And he wanted himself dead.

When there was a long enough break, the hands grabbed at any part of Scott. Yanking him backward and to his feet, effectively pulling him off the man who was now unmoving on the ground. Scott tried desperately to get back to what he was doing. His end game was to silence the little voice in the back of his head.

“Let me kill him...” Scott repeated as he was pulled back. That was until the words exploded from his chest. “LET ME KILL HIM!” Scott’s scream silenced the crowd.

The silence was what knocked him back to reality. Pulled him out of hell. He stopped fighting. When the moderators figured he was calm enough, they let him go. Scott scanned the crowd, whispers stinging his ears. His senses finally flooded back.

The metallic taste of blood was enough to make him sick. His body ached like he had been hit with a sack of bricks. His head was pounding. His heart was racing faster than it ever had before. Scott felt embarrassed. Scott spits the blood that settled in his mouth to the side before doing a final once-over on the crowd.

He left before he could collect his winnings.

Scott had been baited.