❝ well. i think it’s pretty cool, anyway.❞
✯ - SOMETHING SMALL CALL | @antpuns !

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❝ well. i think it’s pretty cool, anyway.❞
✯ - SOMETHING SMALL CALL | @antpuns !
' you've been having those dreams again. '
// @antpuns
IT’S HAPPENED AGAIN. She’s knocked out in the middle of a movie (a title for just the two of them; Cassie isn’t allowed to see this one and she’ll whole-heartedly agree to wait until eleven.) Maybe there truly are repercussions from the extensive back and forth missions she’s accepted from Steve, but things are resurfacing when they should stay hidden at the bottom of a body of water better left in Washington. Nightmares ---- most with faces she can’t reach, screams she won’t ever shake.
It’s always the same image of blue lips calling her name.
She surges from the comfort of his shoulder with a loud gasp, gripping the edge of the couch while her free hand searches for a weapon that isn’t on her person. Her brain is disoriented until he speaks, soft and understanding of a trauma he isn’t even truly aware of. Scott’s good like that; he just gets this, gets her, and she hates the way her chin trembles in his presence. Too many bloodied faces. Too many versions she’s heard her name in anguish, disappointment, fear. He can’t end up like the rest of them.
Wordlessly she reaches for him, pulling Scott into a damn near bone-crushing embrace to make up for the fact that she probably won’t be able to save him, too.
maria: why are you squeezing me with your body?
scott: it’s a hug, maria. i am hugging you.
honestly it took me a while to come up with what to do, but as soon as this idea hit me I had to draw it!
‘ WHO’S TA SAY? I AM FEELIN’ PRETTY THIRSTY ― an’ a lil sugah an’ some bubbly might just’ be tha magic yer lookin’ for! it’s worth a shot, ain’t it? ’
❛ ◞ CONTINUATION FROM HERE. / ↺ @antpuns
🔃 go random babey
random ass hurt meme. / accepting.
030. — bruises
SHE CAN’T STOP STARING IN AWE at the face in front of her, even as he’s busy fussing over the bruises she’s acquired to get back to the Avengers compound. Maybe Scott’s said a thing or two ( Is he talking? His lips seem to be moving an awful lot. ) but she’s trying not to come apart at the seams in a hardly regulated breath. All this time. All the time she thought Scott hadn’t made it, mourned with the others. All this time she kept Cassie on bypassed speed dial in case of an emergency because she owed Scott’s family that much.
She has four-hundred and twelve things to say in the moment, four-hundred and twelve observations in a sensory overload at the mere ache of missing whatever the hell he was to her. Yet in the midst of his worry-babble, all she can do can only smile back. “-----you got real nice eyes, you know that? I never noticed that before. Did you get contacts in the quantum realm?” / @antpuns
‘ i seldom am well behaved . ’
✯ - THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE STARTERS | accepting !
❝ that makes two of us, mate.❞ she spins around to face him properly - cascades of dark hair falling behind a narrow shoulder to reveal an expression just about overflowing with mischievous glee. it’s clear in the devious curl of her smile and the daring quirk of her brow - she’s not at all afraid to play a little dirty. whisk in hand, she jabs it in his direction with accusatory gusto. ❝ so if you even so much as think about snagging any more of those biscuits - well, who knows what might happen ? maybe i’ll lose track of some buttercream - maybe it’ll end up on your head. ❞ with a twirl of her wrist, she waggles the batter covered utensil to further emphasize her ultimatum. ❝ just something to keep in mind -- i’m watching you, lang.❞
thanks for the ask @antpuns !
he sings. loudly. badly. the happy birthday song. but is the birthday happy when he’s yelling, out of tune, directly into her ear?
“----I wanna say thanks, Scotty, but m’not even really sure if you just sang happy birthday or a weird.... rendition of an eighties Pizza Hut jingle.”