I actually had to pause the Defenders trailer when Matt walked in to Jessica's interrogation bc I was yelling so loud. Even just *seeing* them together I was so done. And the scarf scene with, "You look like an idiot" - THE BEST. If this series is half as good as I think RIP me.
OMG I KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!! I just need 10 episodes of Matt and Jessica snarking at each other while Danny tries desperately to get Luke to adopt him and Luke wishing he’d never left prison, because he’s so over the whole thing.
Well, okay, and I really really really need Karen and Hogarth to square off at least once and for Foggy and Trish to meet. Oh, and for Colleen to beat the hell out of Stick, because reasons. :D
uncomfortablyuncool replied to your post “I’m not like, imaging being taught to hit the space bar twice after a...”
It's an over-35 thing
jainamac replied to your post “I’m not like, imaging being taught to hit the space bar twice after a...”
You're definitely not crazy. I had teachers who *insisted* on 2 spaces and would take off points if we got it wrong too many times. It has been a struggle to adapt my writing style. I would think that it's an over 30 problem, but I could be wrong about that
Honestly don't know if I can watch the rest. My heart might give out. I'll battle anything for my Phillies, but the Cubs are my 2nd NL love and my tears and anxiety are too much. I just need to wake up and see how it ended
You can’t give up now!!!!!! Ride or die, man, we’re all in this crazy game together, because tomorrow, no matter what, there will be no baseball until Spring Training.
But seriously, I know you can’t script October, but you ALSO can’t script November. Jesus, I have no idea how anyone is remotely sober right now.
@jainamac asked: ooh that could be another one - telling family/friends. God I'm lmao just imagining Scott's reaction to Chris landing a guy like Seb when he's previously been Mr. Straighty McStraighterson or at least more than Sebastian ever was
anon also asked: I love your Fork and Knife series? Could you write about them coming out to friends, family, costars after the make their relationship official?
anon also-also asked: I wish you would write a fic where Scott finds out Chris is fucking/dating Seb, and he's not surprised by the dude thing - he's just astounded that Chris could land a guy that hot
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“Are you fucking with me?” Scott asks, clearly flabbergasted.
Chris makes a face, and looks up from the last pieces of his omelette. He asks, “Why would I be fucking with you?”
“That’s just... a lot of information to... take in,” Scott manages, raising his eyebrows. He flips the pancake he’s working on and asks, “Isn’t that like, a no-no or whatever?”
Confused, Chris frowns at Scott over their breakfast, spread along the length of the kitchen island, and waves his fork around in a ‘I need more’ gesture.
“The co-worker thing,” Scott specifies, reaching for his mimosa.
Chris shrugs at that, and eats a huge bite of egg. Through a mouth full of disgustingly bright yellow and orange omelette, he says, “We’ve been dicking around for years.”
“Excuse me?!” Scott fumbles, almost losing his spatula. “How the fucking shit...”
Like, honestly. Chris boning dudes has never exactly been something he kept on the total down low - not until the Marvel thing came around, anyway - but this... is news.
To Scott.
“The heart works in mysterious ways, man,” Chris grins, reaching for the ketchup. His face suddenly has the disgustingly sappy expression of a human in love all over it.
Seriously - if the heart eyes emoji ever needs an actor to play it in a movie, Chris is their guy.
“Wait a minute. Back up, this is like... a love thing?” Scott asks, arching a skeptical eyebrow.
He flips the last pancake, and flops it across Chris’s plate as punctuation.
“Yeah,” Chris manages, poking at his pancake before he looks up and adds, “I wouldn’t tell you otherwise. Mom already knows.”
Snorting, Scott replies, “Of course mom already knows. I swear to god, you were born with a horseshoe in your ass.”
“What does that mean?” Chris asks, laughing even though he looks a little offended.
Honestly - and like, not to be that guy - but Chris just kind of ends up with things. Hey, here’s a huge movie franchise. Hey, here’s a stack of scripts to read and never audition for.
And apparently also hey, here’s a really hot famous actor to bone.
Enjoy, you lucky fucking bastard.
Turning the oven element off, Scott rolls his eyes, and sets the spatula down.
“Man, look at your life. Look at it. Sit down,” he commands, walking around the kitchen island to push Chris’s shoulders down, so he’s sitting up straight on the stool. “And think about it. You must have been a disfigured saint in your last life.”
Chris claps his hands in a vaguely churchy way, and bounces his shoulders, swaying from side to side a little as he reaches for a piece of toast.
“Listen,” he says, after jamming half of the toast slice into his mouth with one jaw cracking crunch, “I’m telling you now, and there you go. Don’t make it weird!”
Pfft, Scott make it weird.
“It’s not weird,” he promises, heading back around to his own plate, “I’m just surprised. He’s like... really close to being out of your league.”
“He’s phenomenal,” Chris agrees with a laugh, rubbing his crumby hand off on the front of his t-shirt. “It took me five years to realize he wasn’t going to go anywhere. He likes me for some reason, you believe that?”
“That’s... suspiciously cute,” Scott admits, eating a forkful of egg. They lapse into silence - just the sound of chewing - until he swallows and asks, trying to keep it as vague as possible, “So you’ve been - whatever - for what, like actually five years?”
Chris snorts and shakes his head.
“We hooked up on the first movie,” he explains, and then shrugs, “It was supposed to end there. It didn’t.”
And that’s all the detail Scott requires. He smirks and teases, “And then you fell in love. What a couple of homos.”
“Thanks,” Chris laughs. “Anyway, now you know.”
Scott nods, watching Chris’s face for a minute, and then admits, “You sound happy and stuff.”
It’s - it’s really nice to see his brother this way.
“I am. You know, I really am - it’s kind of crazy,” Chris smiles, voice honest as he says, “The relationship thing hasn’t really... worked for me, with other people. But with him, it just does.”
Smiling despite himself, Scott cracks, “Wow, look at you, all grown up.”
“No way,” Chris snorts immediately, rolling his eyes at himself. “I’m still riddled with insecurity.”
That’s... not out of character at all, actually. Trust Chris to look like he does, have the eight figure bank account and the dopey dumbass personality, and still have insecurities.
What Scott actually says out loud is, “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know,” Chris shrugs. “Seb is... he’s... you know. Pretty...”
“Gay?” Scott supplies.
Chris gives him a straight mouthed ‘shut the fuck up bout my man’ expression, there and gone so fast Scott could have sworn he dreamt it for a second.
“He’s smart and he dresses well, and he definitely puts up with my shit,” Chris explains, looking thoughtful. “I’m a meatball, bro. Even you, you’re like, a gold star gay, and I’m just...”
Snorting again, Scott asks, “Fucking the hottest man in the world?”
“Hey!” Chris exclaims, even though now he’s kind of laughing.
“You got your name on that dick, I get it,” Scott promises, “but that face is still out there, walking around in the world.”
Chris kind of blushes at that, rubbing at his forehead a bit.
“Yeah, well, I’m happy... you know. Waking up to that face,” he finally manages, looking like he’s struggling not to get too sappy or say something dirty. “So, now you know.”
Scott pours them another round, and laughs, “You’re gross now. Let’s talk about something else.”
I'm honestly just so excited about your Fork & Knife verse. I loved the 4th of July fic bc it was so real, honest and hilarious. Perfect slice of life fic. So now I'm requesting a full length angst fic bc I am an addict lol. During WS filming maybe?
You totally read minds lmao here is the WS filming fic if anyone else missed it: everything I love gets lost in drawers.
