You Mentioned Pride And Prejudice In Your Post About Classic Novels, And I Was Wondering About A) Your

You mentioned Pride and Prejudice in your post about classic novels, and I was wondering about a) your opinion of Mr. Darcy in general and b) your opinion of Darcy and Elizabeth as a couple.

Don’tlet my mocking tone in that post fool you. I adore Mr. Darcy with all my heart,I merely object to the way he’s popularly associated with the image of this perfect, brooding hunk,when really he’s just a socially awkward loser.

Okay,okay, so our first introduction to Darcy is at a ball, where he:

Doesn’t dance

Can’t make small talk

Is generally rude and embarrassing

Stands awkwardly in the corner the whole night

Decides he might fancy this one girl, so heinsults her.

Loudly.

Where anyone could overhear.

Including the girl.

Gets roundly insulted to his face by said girl, and hisreaction is ‘…damn.’

Later on, he gets to know this girl a bit better. He warms up to her, and starts to act a little less like a standoffish jackass.

Thencomes the infamous ball where the entire Bennet family, except for Jane andLizzie, embarrass themselves. He convinces Bingley not to marry Jane because itwould degrade him.

MONTHSpass, and Lizzie meets Mr. Darcy again. She finds out that he separated Jane andBingley and she is SIMMERING with resentment. Darcy, on the other hand, (whomust have been pining over her and doodling ‘Mrs Elizabeth Darcy’ in hisnotebooks all this time) decides this is the perfect time to propose marriage.He BURSTS into her house, completely unannounced, ignores her chilly reception,then makes awkward small talk and wanders around in agitation. Finally, heconfesses that he loves her, against his better judgment, and insults her and herentire family before standing back, quite pleased with himself and convinced that she’s going to accepthim.

Butshe doesn’t.

Shelets him have it. She tells him how much she loathes him and exactly why. He isstunned. Mortified. No one has ever spoken to him like this. He’s quite used togetting everything he wants, and this just shakes him to his core. He stands therefor a while with a face like a slapped arse, then, unable to defend himself, he slinks away with a haughty goodbye and goes off to wallow in shame and resentment.

Andthen.

THEN.

Thenext day Lizzie is walking around the grounds and Mr. Darcy finds her. Has hetaken this time to compose himself so he might talk to her and explain himselfbetter?

No.

Hewrote a letter. He wrote a fucking letter. He probably spent all nightagonising and poring over this thing. Then he skulked around the grounds ALLMORNING in the hope of finding her. His exact words: “I have been walkingin the grove some time in the hope of meeting you. Will you do me the honour ofreading that letter?”

Andhe shoves it in her hand.

Thenhe runs.

RUNS.

(Darcyyou fucking walnut.)

Lizziereads the letter, and of course it’s beautiful and eloquent and it sayseverything he’s too socially inept to say to her face. It radically alters her opinion of him.

In response to her criticisms, Darcyreally does make an effort to changehis manners. He was never a bad guy – it’s obvious how much he loves his friendsand his baby sister, and Lizzie too, he just tends to be rude and haughty and socially awkward,something that’s understandable considering his station.

Lizziemeets him at Pemberley and he introduces her to his sister (which,over-protective big brother alert, is the biggest compliment he can give) andseeing how he treats her makes Lizzie just a tiny bit weak in the knees. JUST ALITTLE. NOT THAT SHE WANTS TO MARRY HIM OR ANYTHING HAHA wow his house is big.

THENHE’S EVEN A GENTLEMAN TO HER AUNT AND UNCLE AND MAYBE JUST MAYBE SHE MIGHTTHINK HE’S A BIT HANDSOME???? JUST A LITTLE?????

Then she hears her sister Lydia has run away with the renegade Mr. Wickham.

Mr.Darcy be like

NOTON MY WATCH. NO SIR.

Hecomes to the rescue, finds Lydia and Wickham, and persuades them to marry with ahefty sum of money, thus rescuing the Bennets from disgrace. But. BUT.

HEDOES ALL THIS WITHOUT TELLING HER. OR THE REST OF HER FAMILY.

HERAUNT AND UNCLE TELL HER, MUCH LATER, THAT DARCY DID IT ALL AT GREAT PERSONALEXPENSE.

AndLizzie’s just like ‘oh no.’

(Because every girl’s a slut for a gentlemanwho treats her and her family with respect.)

BUTTHAT’S NOT ALL.

OHNO, THAT IS NOT ALL.

BINGLEYCOMES BACK. MAH BOY BINGLEY COMES RIDING INTO TOWN TO SWEEP JANE OFF HER FEET.

Gee,I wonder who could have been behind that? I wonder who could possibly havepersuaded Bingley that Jane truly did love him, and that her family was notbeneath his station after all? WHO COULD POSSIBLY HAVE DONE THAT????

Bythis point Lizzie’s a hive of conflicting desires and emotions. That’s whenLady Catherine de Bourgh comes into her house, unannounced, and tells her notto marry Mr. Darcy.

Howdoes Lizzie respond? Miss “From the very beginning – from the firstmoment, I may almost say – of my acquaintance with you, your manners,impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and yourselfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form that groundworkof disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immoveable adislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the lastman in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry” ?

Shesays, ‘WOW. FUCK YOU LADY. YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. HE’S A GENTLEMAN AND IAM A GENTLEMAN’S DAUGHTER. WE ARE EQUALS. I’LL MARRY WHOMEVER I PLEASE. NOW GETTHE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE.’

(Oooooh, girl, you got it bad.)

After this, Darcy shows up and starts talking to Lizzie. And it KILLS me, because obviouslyhe’d given up on ever winning her hand. He did all those things for her notbecause he wanted her to like him, but just because he loved her. He was upsetwhen he found out her uncle had told her about what he did for Lydia andWickham. UPSET. And while Lady Catherine had raged about how inferiorLizzie’s family was, just as Darcy once had, now Darcy says that he respectsand loves them. He says Lady Catherine spoke to him of their encounter, and it filledhim with hope that maybe she didn’t think he was an insufferable jackassanymore. ONLY when he receives this encouragement does he renew his proposal,and even then he adds, “one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”

IMEAN???? Just LOOK at this precious sunflower, dumb and stuttering and full of “awkwardnessand anxiety,” so fucking in love with this girl that he was willing to give hispersonality a complete overhaul and re-evaluate all his life choices, notbecause he thought it would make her like him, but JUST BECAUSE he loved her. And if she had refused him a second time, he would never have bothered her again.THAT is how you gentleman.

Thename of the novel says it all – Pride and Prejudice. He’s proud and haughty,she’s prejudiced and rooted in her negative first impressions. These are thethings they have to overcome, this is how they have to grow and evolve. Heneeds to lay aside his pride, she her prejudice, and only then can they betogether.

Becausethey are perfect for each other. Absolutely,unequivocally. And when Jane Austen says they live happily ever after, Ibelieve her.

hey who else loves when couples at weddings smooch right after shoving cake in each other’s faces cause I do 

and i know i just made Trisha and Ivy but here is their wedding day photo

These Giant Feelings

Part 1 of a 2 part story. Soulmate Au prompt where the first words spoken to you by your partner are on your wrist. A big thanks to @gatlily for the writing prompt.

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Sage hurried down the dark alley picking her drenched skirt up to run faster. There had been another fight between the humans and giants, and things were getting out of hand fast.

She clutched the package to her chest, it was a measure of herb, picked from the outer walls. It was very rare, and very effective, increasing the streagth of anyone who ate even just a pinch of it. Thunder clapped overhead as she made her way through the crowded back alleys of Trives city.

Ten minutes later she was at the door of an old apothecary shop. She knocked twice, waited a second and knocked again. The door opened a crack, just barely enough to let her squeeze through.

“It took you long enough!” A man snapped, taking the package from her. The room was packed with people, about two thirds of them had weapons. Plants and lamps hung from the roof beams, casting shadows on the walls. Pots filled with different concoctions bubbled on every table surface, their fumes made Sage want to gag.

“I am sorry uncle Jones, the outsider was detained. Another fight broken out in the market.” Sage explained as she weaved through the crowd trying to follow her uncle.

“The red or public market?”

“Public.” Sage confirmed.

He nodded knowingly and a tad sadly. “ We heard, that is why we’re making our move tonight.” A cheer went up around the room only to be shushed down by Sage’s uncle.

“Shut up! Shut up you idiots! Do you want to draw the guard to our front door?!” He reprimed them.

“Ah you worry to much ol’ man! The storm is enough of a cover for our cheers.” A young man buried in the crowd yelled eliciting more cheers. Uncle Jones shushed them all again rolling his eyes.

“It’s a good thing the package arrived tonight, honestly it’s just good fortune.” Uncle Jones muttered.

“You’re doing it tonight?” Sage asked worriedly. As if he suddenly remembered something Uncle Jones turned to sage.

“You need tell the other message girls to stay back,” he said moving a culdron aside and opening the parcel. “We don’t need anymore pre-found deaths on our hands.”

Sage and many of her peers were what people of all sizes called pre-found, meaning they had yet to find their soulmate. Everyone, man, women, child, and giant, had a phrase or word written in black on their wrist. The words were the first thing they said to you. Once said, the words turned from their dull black to a shining gold in a bright flash. It could happen at any age, and it could be any words. If the words were to disappear, it meant your partner had died. Sage’s own words were, “Watch out.”

Sage bit her lip. “But we can help! We can fight! We want to—”

“You girls aren’t found!” Her uncle interrupted. “And we’re not letting anyone who hasn’t been found under twenty-five fight anyways.” He nodded firmly as if that settled the matter.

“But uncle Jones!” Sage began.

“No buts! You already run our messages, our deliveries and cause distractions too! No, you tell them I don’t want to see a single message girl there understand?” He looked her in the eye.

Sage looked down defeated. “Yes uncle.” He gave a small smile and started preparing the herb.

She heard a voice behind her sneer. “It’s because girls are weak and pathetic, we wouldn’t want them to break a nail.” It was her cousin Goffer, he was a found. Uncle Jones turned around and whacked Goffer over the head with a spoon.

“It’s because if anything, there to valuable to lose you nitwit! Remember when we used messenger boys? Oh that was a disaster,” he began to rant. “boys running around blabbing their messages to the wrong sort, fights breaking out every other day over who took what message or packet, who did more messages than who,” he shook his head. “If anything you are more expendable! Now go join the ranks before I call my sister to get you!” He threatened. In the crowd a women held up her pitch fork and shook it.

“You better not be causing trouble Goffer!” A shrill voice piped up. Goffer turned tail oppisite of the voice and hurried into the crowd. Sage giggled.

“Now get going you! You need to hurry as well!” Uncle Jones said turning to Sage, but she had already left for the back door, to warn her fellow messengers.

Later that night, Sage found herself spying on the fight, despite her uncle’s wishes.

It was chaos.

The Giants were clearly out numbered, but they had the power to keep the humans at bay, even with the herb most of the human fighters had taken. Lightning flashed illuminatatimg the iron breastplates, and steel plated shields the giants carried. Compared to the handcrafted weapons of the humans,… well it was sorry indeed.

Amidst the thunder and rain, a great bolt of lightning struck, and set fire to the the weaving mill.

“Oh no.” A feeling of horror filled Sage as she watched the straw roof of the building, burn up like dry sheep’s wool. She ran out from her hiding spot to the well, other girls she recognized as Messengers came running to the well from different corners of the market.

“Emma?”

“Sage?”

“Yes we’re all here and we all know each other!” A girl named Ruth snapped sarcastically. “So let’s stop gawking and start pulling up water!”

“Your right let’s go!” Sage agreed. They lowered the buckets hastily and ran at the fire. Most of the fighting had stopped, Giants and humans were both actively trying to take out the fire, a few humans had started moving the horses from the nearby stall away just in case.

Sage tossed the water onto the fire and started running to get some more when she heard a scream from Dawn. She looked to see Dawn pointing up at the top window of the building. An old woman waved her hands and cried for help, but not many people could see her through the smoke and darkness of the night.

An idea popped in Sage’s head. It was risky but it was the only thing she could think of, she turned around and ran to the nearest giant. He was using a large cloak to smother the spreading flames, and didn’t see Sage run up to him.

“Sir, please I need your help!” The giant took a step back and searched for the voice, nearly stepping on Sage in the process. “Sir please!” The giant looked down in suprise. Having finnally gained the his attention, she pointed her finger to the top most window of the burning building. The giant nodded and followed her over to lift the women out. Carrying her to the well he placed her in the care of a group of humans.

Sage gave a sigh of relief and turned to get more water. At that moment, a flaming wooden support beam cracked, and leaned slowly towards Sage, who had her back turned.

“Watch out!” Someone bellowed. Her wrist shone brightly at the words, blinding Sage with the sudden light.

“What in the—?” Her feet left the ground, her torso was enclosed in something warm and firm. Sage looked up to see the face of the giant who she had gone to for help. “Hey, Put me down! I can walk on my own thank you very much!”

But he kept running, running to the other side of the battle where the giants took a temporary base. He was taking her prisoner.

“No! Wait! Let me go!” She thrashed around wildly trying to get him to drop her.

“Stop that.” He said in a frustrated tone as he lowered her to the ground. As soon as her feet touched the stone, she tried to dart off, but his fingers held her by the arm.

“Will you please stop that?” He asked as Sage beat his hand with her free arm. When Sage wouldn’t stop he gave a small sigh and lifted her to his knee. Taking the glove off on his free hand with his teeth, he shoved his hand into her view.

Sage had turned her head away, assuming he was about to crush her, but after a few moments when she realized she wasn’t dead yet, she looked. His wrist caught the light from a flash of lightning and allowed her to read the words “Sir, please I need your help.”

They were gold.

He took the arm he had pinned between his fingers and held up her wrist. It was also gold and read “Watch out.”

“No…” Sage gasped. Something dropped in her stomach. Something that burned and twisted on the inside. “It can not…”

“Yes it is, we’re bound, you and I.” He had set her down again hoping some space would help her process it all.

Sage took a few shocked steps back. “No, what would, my uncle—, my mother—!” Sage shook her head, and turned on her heel to dash away.

“Wait!” The giants voice boomed behind her, causing a pen of startled horses to brake free. They began to stampede, galloping in Sage’s direction.

Caught in the middle of the herd, she tried to fight her way out, but something hit her head, and she slumped to the ground.

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Trives: Danish for prosper

Hope you enjoyed!

Fun fact: In World War one and two, they used girl guides as spys and they did a lot better than their male counterparts. I’ve always found that interesting and funny, a bit of the story is based on that.

Feel free to drop a writing prompt anytime!

@sammie-skele-turtle @nightmarejasmine @gatlily

In The Walls (scott lang/ant-man x borrower!reader)

request: well, i got some free time. it took me so freaking long to get to this because i go way too hard but i did it. scott lang meets a borrower in the most unpredictable way… i had way too much fun with this. (i love scott so much he is such a JOY to write my god)

a/n: for story purposes assume he shrinks to three inches tall and not ant sized

taglist: @nightmarejasmine @burrpoetry @thepoolofthedead @the-original-space-cowboy @gttrash @smolkuriboh27 @tiefling-trickery @teenygiant @bittykimmy

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Ever since becoming Ant-Man, Scott has been more… perceptive. He sees when even the littlest thing around his house changes; maybe the wind blew a piece of paper upside down, or Cassie knocked into a plant while she was playing. Scott noticed everything now, and the bits of missing food were no exception. The peanut that was resting sideways on top of the other peanut was missing. There was a small chunk of cookie taken out of the side. The faucet was dripping.

Scott used to chalk up any of the missing food he noticed to ants. But of course, now that he told them “please don’t take my food anymore,” the fact that things were still going missing puzzled him.

So, naturally, he set up a stake-out.

He didn’t really know what he was looking for—a mouse, maybe? He had put a small piece of cheese on the counter and ducked behind the couch, binoculars fixated on the food. He had his Ant-Man suit on, just in case something crazy happened. He hadn’t used it since Germany, but this felt like a situation where being small could benefit him. He had actually figured out how to put it on without disturbing his ankle monitor.

So, he waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally, there was movement. It first came from behind the toaster, where Scott noticed the cord had shifted. His eyes followed along the back of the counter to where a cereal box rattled a bit.

“This is it…” Scott said to himself. With that much movement, it had to be a mouse. But he looked away for a moment to itch his leg, and when he looked back up, the cheese was gone.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me!” he yelled, clicking the side of his helmet. He ran toward the counter and shrunk, skidding to a stop next to the napkin he laid the cheese on. He whipped his head to the left and saw the tail end of something running behind the toaster.

“There you are. My food stealer!” Scott ran behind the toaster and raised his eyebrow when he saw a hole in the wall. Has that always been there?

Nonetheless, he leaped through and gasped when he laid his eyes upon an intricate work of tunnels. Nails in the boards seemed to make ladders and stepping stones both vertically and horizontally along walls. String hung from places so high it disappeared from view. What was all this?

Again, movement caught his eye.

“Wait!” Scott called out, running toward the movement. “I-I know you can’t understand me, but, uh, please stop taking my food!”

He used his instincts to trust that the way he was running was the right one. He jumped along nails and used the splintering wood to keep up with this mouse.

He kept running before suddenly bumping into something that shrieked, nearly falling over. He looked back to see he had bumped into… another person.

“Sorry, sorry!” he said. “I-I’m just trying to catch this mouse that keeps taking all my food!”

You watched, absolutely bewildered, as a man the same size as you in the strangest clothes you had ever seen had just… whizzed past you. You didn’t know there was another Borrower in here! Or a mouse…

Scott kept running, wondering why someone else was parading in his walls.

And then he stopped. Wait… wait. What the hell?

He turned back around. You were frozen, staring at him, eyes wide and cheese in your hand. Slowly, Scott walked up to you. This… this is who has been taking all my food? Who is this person? Why are they so small? They’re not even wearing a suit.

The mysterious man walked back over to you. He was wearing the strangest helmet you have ever seen. In fact, you had never even seen a Borrower wear a helmet. And he had on a skin-tight suit? Was he one of those obsessed with human culture and he was trying out his Halloween costume?

“Hi,” he waved his hand. “I-I’m Scott. I—”

“Are you another Borrower?” you blurt, groaning in your head at how stupid that question was. Of course he is.

A Borrower… what is a Borrower? That’s what Scott was thinking in his head. That’s what he was going to ask. But for some godforsaken reason, he responded with “Yes.”

Your eyes lit up. “Oh my gosh! Wow. I-I’ve never met another one of us here before. T-this is crazy. I thought I was the only one. Where have you been living all this time?” You pointed up. “I live up there, next to the human’s bedroom.”

The human? Scott wondered before realizing that they were talking about him.

“U-Uh, that’s where I live too,” Scott said awkwardly, not really thinking. “B-but on the other side of the wall, of course.”

You raised an eyebrow. You would have seen him for sure if that was the case. But you shrugged it off. You were talking to another Borrower, after all.

“I-I don’t want to be rude, but, where did you get those clothes?” you asked.

Scott panicked. What was he supposed to say? Oh, this is my high-tech super suit that allows me to grow and shrink at the push of a button?

“These are my… pajamas.”

“Your pajamas? You wear a helmet to bed?”

Duh! “I-I wear this when I leave my room—my room, next to the other room—the, uh, human room, like you said… in the walls.”

Okay, something was definitely up with this guy. You just couldn’t quite place what.

“W-well, I grabbed this piece of cheese from the counter,” you said, holding it out. It was about the size of a basketball. “Do you want some?”

Scott just stood there, lost for words. Thankfully, you kept going.

“It was crazy. It was just sitting right out there! Right on a napkin too. The human hasn’t left his house in so long, I’ve lost count of how many days it’s been. I haven’t had food this clean in forever…” you trailed off, noticing how convenient this borrowing was when you said the details out loud. Then, it clicked.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?”

“I-it was a trap,” you said, frantically looking around. “T-the human obviously left it there as a trap! Oh my god, now he knows I’m here.” You stopped to take a breath before remembering something this new Borrower said earlier. “Wait, didn’t you say there was a mouse trying to take your food?”

“Yeah, b-but—”

“Oh, god, that’s even worse,” you panicked. “The human knows I’m here and there’s a mouse. I… we gotta get out of here,” you said, grabbing his wrist. “Come on.”

“Get out of here? Where are we going?”

“We have to leave the house!” you said like he asked the world’s dumbest question. “We can’t stay here if the human knows.”

The two of you ran—well, you ran, and Scott was dragged along. He was in too deep now, and you seemed to have a real resentment for him.

“What’s your name?” Scott asked, wanting to know more.

“(Y/n),” you said in between breaths.

“What’s so wrong with humans, (y/n)?” Scott asked as you skidded to a stop. You began pulling a rope down for the platform. “The ones I’ve talked to are… nice.”

You stopped pulling. “You… you’ve talked to humans before?”

“Oh yeah, plenty of times. They’re pretty cool, for the most part. What’d they ever do to you?”

You were absolutely floored.

“Y-you’re lucky,” you said grimly, pulling the rope again. “I used to know a few Borrowers who talked with humans. They started out curious, but then…” you trailed off. “I never saw them again. It’s why I’m here, alone. It became too risky to live with the others.”

Scott felt his stomach sink. “How long have you been here?”

“About two years,” you said, the platform finally coming into view. “It’s been pretty nice. The human is pretty unassuming.” Scott wasn’t sure if he should take offense to that or not. “How long have you been here?” you asked as you stepped onto the platform. He looked at you funny.

“Well? Aren’t you getting on?”

“O-oh, right.”

Scott stepped on and held the rope as you let it go, the two of you flying up.

“So?”

“W-well, I’ve been here… as long as I can remember,” he responded, still looking in awe at the contraption he was on.

“Really? It’s really weird that I’ve never run into you before.”

“I… go out a lot,” Scott said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But not lately, really.” He looked down at his ankle. He could feel the monitor still strapped on.

“Huh.”

There were a few beats of silence.

“Did you build this?”

You were surprised by his question. How else would it have got here?

You nodded. “How do you get between the levels?”

“The stairs,” Scott said before shutting his lips closed. He was not good at this.

“I’m sorry, the what?” you asked, but you didn’t get a chance to hear his answer. You had reached the top.

“Come on,” you said, running. “We’re gonna stop by my room first, and then we can go to yours.”

You’re already here, Scott thought as he jogged after you. When he reached your room, he let out a small “woah”—there was a ton of little trinkets that Scott had thought he lost over the years, all converted into miniature-sized appliances. A thimble as a water bucket. A spool as a table. Towels rolled up to make a bed. Pins stuck in the wall to use as hooks.

“This is incredible,” he said, quietly enough that you wouldn’t hear him. He looked over at you, frantically stuffing essentials into bags. It was all hitting him in a huge wave—little people existed. They didn’t need suits. It was physically possible to live and prosper at this size. Wait, is this where Hank got the idea from?

“Sorry I’m taking so long,” you said, pushing your hair out of your face. “I’m pretty nostalgic.”

Scott walked around, picking things up and turning them in his hands. Sure, being Ant-Man was fun, but he couldn’t imagine living like this all the time. Plus, there was no way these… Borrowers had the heightened strength he had with his suit. He had never truly felt scared with his suit, but you… you didn’t have the ability to grow.

You didn’t know what was nagging you so much about this guy. He was definitely the weirdest Borrower you have ever met, but he was… familiar in a way. You felt like you already knew him.

“Can I ask you something?”

Scott’s heart skipped a beat. Oh, he was done for.

He turned to you and nodded.

“What you said before. A-about talking to humans… h-how did you get out of it alive?”

Scott felt a pang in his stomach.

“W-what?”

“Everyone I’ve ever known who was caught by a human died. They just disappeared. H-How on earth could you talk to multiple humans and still be… here?” Your head was spinning. Nothing about this guy made sense.

Scott sighed. He felt awful about how horrible humans were. But maybe this was his chance to let you see that they weren’t all bad. After all, Scott at least understood the overwhelming feeling of being so small.

“Come here, I want to show you something,” he said, walking toward where you entered. “How do you get to the bedroom from here?”

Silently, you walked him out to the entrance of the bedroom.

“A-are you sure? The human could be in there.”

“Oh, I can promise you he isn’t,” Scott said, leaping through the crack in the wooden panels. He looked around and instantly recognized that you were on his dresser. You followed him through, utterly confused as to what he wanted to show you.

“Hey, man,” you said, blanking on his name. “I don’t really think this is—”

“I’ve talked to the guy who lives here before,” Scott said, not comfortable with referring to himself as “the human.”

Your jaw dropped. “You what?”

“He’s pretty relaxed. And super nice, actually. Pretty good looking, too.”

You blinked.

“I’ve come to find that if you just give humans a chance, they can actually be very kind and understanding people.”

Your confusion was slowly turning to anger. Of all things, you didn’t expect this weirdo to be a human apologist, especially after what you had told him just moments ago.

“N-now, j-just stay here,” he said, inching toward the edge of the dresser. “And, please, promise me you won’t freak out.”

You didn’t even know what to say. “Uh—wait, wait, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you shouted. He had just… thrown himself off the dresser. This guy was a complete lunatic. He was going to die from that fall.

If there is a God… well, there are some Gods, I-I guess—please, please don’t have this little thing be scared of me, Scott thought as he stared at the red button on his hand. Slowly, he pressed it and shot back to normal size.

You fell backward and almost choked on your breath. Did he just… grow?

You looked in pure horror. You were now staring up at the same Borrower you were face-to-face with a few seconds ago. This guy… this guy was no Borrower.

“No, no, no…” you muttered. You shook in your shoes and clutched onto the bag you still had flung over your shoulder as the person pressed the side of his mask. It folded back, and your stomach could have dropped through the floor as his name finally came back to you. It was him. The human. Scott.

He walked toward you and you scrambled back, looking behind you for the hole in the boards. How was this even possible? Were you dreaming? Was this some kind of cruel, elaborate prank by him because you took his cheese?

“H-hey, please don’t be scared,” he said, crouching down. He had a soft smile on his face and his cheeks were red with embarrassment. It was so strange looking at someone so small. They looked so… helpless. Is that what I look like to everyone else?

He started to reach his hand out before you flung your arm up to cover your face, prompting a look of sorrow from Scott. “I know this is super weird, but…”

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you passed out.

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(also if u dont wanna be on the taglist for everything i write just let me know bc im horrible at keeping track of who says what lmao)

Disappearing Act

Back by popular Demand, Marvel G/t stuff, featuring the reader as Tip, a borrower who’s in way over his head. 

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           You kept turning the encounter over in your head minute by minute, hour by hour. No matter what, you couldn’t get it out of your head. Thor. You’d seen him around the compound and the tower back before it got destroyed. But you’d never really managed to catch his name anywhere. That rarely happened for you. It felt weird to know one of their names. It felt much less like he was just some force of nature walking about, replaced by thinking of the giant much more like… a person? If that made sense.

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