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[no-tengo-ojos]

Arthur Lester

[arthurtaylorlester]

Hey you tagged that post abt John liking fizzy drinks? This is your excuse to talk as much about that as you want

... you have unleashed something in me

now typically you'd say "but red! harlan says john doesnt like eating!"

and to you I say:

a) respectfully, harlan mightve made these guys but the moment I started the podcast they became my little guys. john likes fizzy drinks

b) i think john doesnt enjoy eating simply because he cannot taste food.

and when he tries fizzy drinks for the first time, with his own body, oh boy it makes him feel more alive than yknow doin human stuff with arthur

picture this:

john has a body that looks mostly human. he's finally dragging arthur to see snow white and the seven dwarves. but oh? what's this arthur? food? in a movie theater? but won't the chewing noises be too loud? what did you say, it's part of ✨️experience✨️, oh well than we have to get some!

sadly for john, arthur does not warn him that sodas are very carbonated, as I call them are functionally spicy juice, and john curses out a little bit too much when he drinks and they don't get to watch snow white bcs they get kicked out :(

so he develops an intense distaste for fizzy drinks until one night arthur drags him to the bar because john! you forced me to watch a movie, which insensitive by the way, and then got us publicly kicked out really its the least you could do

and so he goes, because no one has ever said no to arthur, and there arthur makes him try yet another human abomination: alcohol. except this is 10000x times worse than the sodas, it has no twang! it's just bitter water that could possibly burn your throat and ruin your liver!

arthur, having grown up during the prohibition, took a fancy to it simply for the novelty but john wouldn't stand for such unpleasant human creations, he used to be the fragment of a powerful god after all

and so he orders a coke, which yknow yeah maybe sucked at the movies, but it was less sad then ordering water. but oh! wait this, this is actually not all that bad, if you know what to expect, it's sweet but not sickeningly so, and leaves a quietly pleasant feeling in your stomach and arthur what other drinks like this are there?

so yes maybe, arthur and john end up ordering almost every fizzy drink at the bar, cotton club, dr peppers, pepsi (after this john started the pepsi vs coke debate die mad about it) you name it they drank it.

and if they also got a little bit drunk and looked just a little bit insane ordering all those drinks to the bar-goers, well that was how things always ended with them anyways

next time! why john is an avid guitar player and arthur is probably a dog person with a cat personality!

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#5

Dear Roswell fic writers.

Could one of you or many, write fic of Malex double dates with Kyle and Isobel please and thank you. Also who thinks the boys would start fostering kids because Michael remembers the foster care system and they want to provide a loving home to kids.

Thanks, love me.

25 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#4

Umbrella Academy season 3 thoughts

Allison was in so much pain, losing Claire twice, losing Ray, all the racism, and pain and hatred in the 60’s. It just built up and built and she didn’t know how to deal with the pain so she made choices, that aren’t the greatest, but ultimately she got what she wanted, Ray and Claire. I’m not sure where her character goes next, but I’d love to see it. She was great with Viktor when he told her the truth and that was lovely. I’m glad she told him the truth at the end, but it just makes me sad for her.

I loved this season, it was slightly stressful for me, but it had some fun parts and sad parts.

Viktor choosing to be who he is was amazing and I’m so happy for him. The family just accepting him for him was so nice and I’m glad that happened. I’m sad about Harlan, because he didn’t need to die, but the Sparrows wanted him and Allison was so angry.

Klaus is immortal and that’s awesome. I wonder if he visited people he knew again while he was there like his Ben or Dave? So Klaus can talk to dead people and he can’t die. He’s my favorite. Also he lost his tattoos and everything else, booo

What happened to Sloan? I’m sad she’s missing, she was good for Luther. Also she was nice. Her powers were fun.

Five I love him, he’s so good

Diego, Lila, they’re perfect and I love them to death. They’ll be good parents

Luther is growing on me again, I do like him. He was so funny when he got kidnapped by the sparrows

Sparrow Ben he’s a dick but he can be nice too sometimes. Did he and Klaus have sex after the wedding?

Seeing the Moms was fun

Grace I love you and your crazy

The rest of the sparrows I didn’t like much, Fei was fascinating, but I’m not totally sure about her powers

Reginald is evil and the actor is so good

His wife was on the moon this whole time, that’s why Luther was there?

Pogo hanging out with bikers and he was the reason that Reginald was not as evil at the beginning

33 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#3

The ever forward is stuck in the Chesapeake Bay and apparently the Ever Given is headed back to the Suez Canal. Same operator.

36 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

#2

I’ve seen Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and I’m happy and devastated and thrilled all at once. Shuri was so good. Killmomger in the ancestoral plane. Val and Ross is hilarious and amazing. Okoye my love for you is immense. Ayo how thrilled I was to see you and your wife Aneka. Namor and Talokan was amazing. M’Baku as king at the end, yes please. Ramonda my heart breaks. Nakia in Haiti and secrets but she comes to help. Riri Williams you are amazing and I can’t wait to see more. I love this movie so much.

53 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Won’t the war have to be ended to host Eurovision next year? Good for Ukraine

72 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

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[saucy-mesothelioma]

Never seen your blog on my dash before, but I know the struggle so here's some prompts my dude:

•Person A and Person B are spelunking and are trapped during a cave-in. They've been trapped for almost an hour now and are started to get worried. Bonus points if one of them has claustrophobia and wanted to go spelunking to face their fears.

•Person A and Person B are time travelers, but keep meeting each other in the wrong order. For example: the first time Person A meets Person B, it's the last time Person B ever sees Person A. (I know this is basically The Doctor and River Song, but it's a very interesting concept and can be fun to play with.)

•Person A has a strong dislike of mirrors because they always feel like there's something off about them. One day, they realize it's because there is someone else in the reflection, just barely hidden from view.

•Person A and Person B are two ghosts that haunt an attic. As a new family moves into their house, the two reminisce about their relationship as the new family slowly removes all of their personal items from the attic, which slowly causes their ties to the house to fade away.

•Person A works as a mortician, and has to deal with possessed bodies on the regular. How they deal with it is up to you.

•Person A is stuck in a time loop, and is forced to watch Person B and/or the people they care about die over and over again. (Yes, I do love Outer Wilds, how could you tell?)

And here are some tips that might help you start writing as well if those prompts don't help:

•If you're into fandoms, don't be afraid to start with something like fanfiction. Wanna learn how to write specific dynamics? Find a ship with those dynamics and read some fanfic about it. Also write about ships that interest you. I can tell you right now that the majority of my little writing warm-ups are literally just about my rarepair OTP.

•Read works from authors you like, fanfiction or "normal", to get a feel of their writing styles. Using different writing styles for different stories can really help you figure out direction. Three of my favorite authors to dissect writing styles for are J.R.R. Tolkien, Harlan Ellison, and Lemony Snicket. All three of them are fantastic ways to get a feel on how writing style can affect the world you want to create. Also, if you're writing a story with chapters that vary in point of view, don't be afraid to change up writing styles there too. Got a character that's nervous and talks a lot? Have their inner thoughts be more prominent and excessive. Have a more cold and calculating character? Show that in how they describe things, such as being more analytical than descriptive. This can be a dangerous thing, though, so don't go overboard with it.

•Writing about something you don't know much about? Don't be afraid to look up resources. The tag "#writing resources" is very helpful with this.

•Listen to constructive criticism. There are loads of people who will be glad to give you feedback, but you also need to be willing to listen when they give you feedback that you might not necessarily like. There's also criticism just for the sake of criticism, so obviously knowing the difference between the two is very important.

•And finally, probably the most important tip in my opinion: Write whatever stupid fun thing comes to mind. It doesn't matter if you think no one else but you will like it, have fun with it. Especially when starting out with writing, making sure that you enjoy yourself is more important than the quality of the finished product. If you have fun with it, you're more likely to want to write again.

GIVE ME WRITING PROMPTS/TIPS PLEASE

PLEASE I WANNA START WRITING BUT IDK HOW

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Requests are Open!

Today’s prompt List is brought to you by my itunes library. I decided to take titles of songs and song lyrics and use them as theme prompts! I hope you enjoy them. 

The way today’s requests will work is as follows. Pick a song, and send in a number and a character. In three to six weeks you should have a one shot (Depends on my work schedule) . If you would like to be tagged in your request please make sure to leave it with your username. If you would like the reader to be Gender Neutral please let me know, I tend to default to female. I do not write male readers. 

I have decided to open 30 slots for the song recs, and I also have 5 slots for people to request original ideas. Please remember while I may hint at things I do not write NSFW. 

If you don’t see the character you want written on the list below please feel free and message me to see if I write for them! Thank you and have a great day! Prompts and Characters are below.

1) Almost Maybes- Jordan Davis 

2) Look What God Gave Her -Thomas Rhett 

3) Die a Happy Man- Thomas Rhett 

4) The House that Built Me- Miranda Lambert 

5) Tennessee Whiskey- Chris Stapleton

6) Your Man - Josh Turner 

7)  You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive- Patty Loveless 

8)  Forever and Ever Amen- Randy Travis 

9) Don’t Forget to Remember Me- Carrie Underwood 

10) What Makes a Good Man- The Heavy 

11) Something More- Sugarland 

12) Running on Sunshine- Jesus Jackson 

13) Nobody- Dylan Scott 

14) All My Ex’s Live in Texas- George Strait 

15) Whatta Man- Salt-N-Pepa 

16) Just Like Fire- P!nk 

17) Fantasy- Mariah Carey 

18) Gettin’ You Home- Chris Young 

19) Good Directions- Billy Currington 

20) It’s 2 A.M.- Shemekia Copeland 

21) Life Changes- Thomas Rhett 

22) Mine- Taylor Swift 

23) Man in the Mirror- Michael Jackson 

24) Skinny Dippin’- Whitney  Duncan 

25) Settlin’ -Sugarland 

26) Stronger  - Kelly Clarkson

27) T-shit- Thomas Rhett 

28) That Don’t Impress Me Much- Shania Twain 

29) This- Darius Rucker 

30) 10,000 Hours -Dan + Shay 

31) Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go- Wham! 

32) Toxic-  Britney Spears 

33) There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back- Shawn Mendes 

34) Sucker- Jonas Brothers 

35) Miss Independent- Kelly Clarkson

36) Lady- Brett Young 

37) It Won’t Be Like This for Long - Darius Rucker 

38) High Hopes- Panic! at the Disco

39) Death of a Bachelor- Panic! at the Disco 

40) Where You Lead I Will Follow- Gilmore Girls Theme Song 

41) Undisclosed Desires - Muse 

42) Meet Me In the Woods - Lord Huron

43) Don't You Tread on Me-  Matt Maeson

44) So Good- Joan

People I’m writing For 

1) Aaron Hotchner

2) Steve Rogers

3) Bruce Wayne

4) Dick Grayson

5) Derek Morgan

6) Jason Todd

7) Rafael Barba

8) Matt Simmons

9) Lex Luthor (Smallville)

10) Barry Allen

11) Tony Stark

12) Elijah Mikaleson

13) Marcel Gerard

14) Klaus Mikaelson x reader 

If you think of anyone else you can either message me or drop and ask in the ask box to see if I’ll write for them :)

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btw i am going tag umbrella academy spoilers as “tua spoilers” so yea

OK SPOILERS COMING UP NOW

SCROLL AWAY IF U DONT WANT TO SEE ANY

sooo allison just killed harlan? and it was like brushed over? like everyone was fucking defending her and i was mourning my boy harlan. viktor and him deserved better. fuck allison. although i do still feel bad for her idk i need to think

also stan? like? ok. i liked him a lot and then BAM there he goes bye bye fuck u i guess

oh and there goes half the sparrow academy bye bye there goes sloan luther’s wife and now

nobody has superpowers and luther looks like a twig and i hate it. damn everyone is so weak without their powers and also hargreaves owns the world i guess

and all for love too aka fuck you reggie i don’t give a shit about ur dead wife why does everyone have to die for her sake what even happened this season i can’t comprehend anything

anyway i loved it greatest show ever can’t wait for the next season (not being sarcastic it’s actually amazing and also the worst thing ever at the same time. don’t take this too seriously i’m so tired man)

oh haha claire is back (ignore very obviously not the same actor)

[holylulusworld]

Savior or devil? – Part 3

Thanks go to @firefly-graphics​​ for the wonderful text dividers. <3

Summary: Only days after Rick found you in the woods and takes you in, you end up surrounded not only by walkers but his worst enemy too.

Pairing: Negan x Reader, Rick Grimes x Reader (platonic)

Characters: Simon, Dr. Harlan Carson

Warnings: angst, language (it’s Negan ladies and gentlemen), innocent reader, a hint of soft Negan, the reader is a ray of sunshine (maybe a bit naïve too but we love her), age gap (reader is around 25), cuddling & snuggling, Negan has a daddy kink

<< Part 2

“Don’t you dare to sleep all day,” Negan grumbles. He doesn’t like you still didn’t wake up since last night. “Kiddo, get your ass up.”

“So…tired,” he huffs, relieved you did flinch at his words. “I’m going to get up soon, daddy.” Negan doesn’t know if you meant him or your father, but he can’t deny his cock twitched in his pants.

“Say that again, kid,” you whine, hiding your face in your pillow. “I want to hear it. Call me daddy again, Y/N.” He leans over your body to get a glimpse of your stiff nipples underneath the shirt he offered to you. “Y/N.”

“I’m tired,” you roll on your side, ignoring Negan tries to talk to you. “Go away. I hate you for leaving me alone, daddy. How could you just run off and never come back?”

“Fuck, you made me hard and meant your old man, great.” Negan lifts the blanket to have a look at your ass. “Nice ass, kiddo. Sooner or later I’ll conquer it, promised. Maybe tomorrow – huh? I’d like to taste this sweet little cunt of yours too.”

“I dare you to touch the girl while she’s unconscious, Negan,” Sherry storms into the room, ignoring her ‘husband’s’ angry eyes. “I know you are a bastard, but don’t be a fucking creep too.”

“I would never touch her without her consent. Now be good and take care of that chick. I got better things to do than taking care of a pussy I can’t fuck,” Negan gives you one last look, worriedly rubbing his chin. “She better doesn’t die on your watch or you’ll pay the price. I still want to fuck her…”

“I don’t want to know every fucking detail, doc. Just tell me when she’s going to be able to leave my room,” Negan looks out of the window, watching Simon drag Amber toward a side building.

Negan gave his right-hand man permission to do anything he wants to with Amber to make sure he keeps his hands off you.

“Her fever is still high but her breathing got better. I hope to get the fever down in one or two days. Without the needed medicaments, she’s still in a critical state, Sir,” Harlan nervously glances at Negan, praying he’ll not let his anger out on him. “I will try anything to help her.”

“What will she need to get better?” Negan doesn’t pay attention to the things going on outside of the infirmary. “Doc?”

“Antibiotics and a mattress when she must leave your room again. I tried anything to get hers back, but Amber did a great job at ruining it. She burned the mattress to make sure Y/N doesn’t have the chance to sleep on it ever again,” Negan turns around, a smirk on his lips.

“Oh, doc. I do not intend to let my kiddo go anytime soon. She needs a lot of guidance from me, her savior,” Harlan swallows thickly. He dares not to say a thing, but his stomach tightens imagining all the cruel things Negan could do to you…

“Fuck let’s see what you are hiding underneath those cotton panties,” Negan presses his body against yours to feel your ass against his crotch. “What I would give to fuck that tight little ass.”

“Daddy,” he growls into your ear when you wiggle in your sleep. “Please don’t go. I…I…” Negan’s hand slips between your legs to stroke your inner thigh. “Daddy…”

“I’ll have you impaled on my dick sooner or later, kiddo. I just wish I could fuck you right now. I’m hard as steel but my wives won’t get me off,” before he knows what he’s doing Negan nuzzles his nose into your hair. “You smell so pure, angel…”

“Angel,” your eyes flutter open and you wonder why your panties are soaked. “Daddy?”

“I’m here, kiddo. Your daddy will take good care of you,” you gasp at Negan’s words. “How does my girl feel? Are you still hot?” His voice goes lower when he starts to nibble at your earlobe.

“I feel better,” you lie. The moment you opened your eyes the room started to spin again. “I guess you want me gone. I’ll go back to the common room. Maybe I can find a mattress. If not, Doc Harlan offered I can sleep at the infirmary.”

“You’ll not leave this room, kiddo. You made your bed by following me here, now,” Negan smirks when you dare not to meet his gaze, “you belong with me. Now you are Negan.”

“I’m Negan,” mumbling the words you tug at the blanket covering your bodies. “I can help again. I feel a bit better.”

“If you don’t stop to talk back, I’ll get my dick out and stuff your nasty mouth with it,” you gasp, cheeks heating up at Negan’s words. “Oh, don’t tell me you never had a cock down your throat.” You still refuse to look at Negan. “Fuck me, kiddo. Are you as innocent as I believe you are?”

“I…I was sixteen going seventeen when the world ended. I didn’t have the time to find a guy to fuck,” lips pursed you finally meet Negan’s gaze. “It’s not as if getting fucked was my number one priority.”

“You’re a goddamn virgin,” Negan licks his lips as you look away, nodding silently. “My innocent little kiddo.” Humming to himself Negan feels his cock swell. “You will not leave this room. Now eat and I’ll send the doc to check on you.”

“Fuck me, I’m one lucky bastard,” Negan talks to himself. “I will conquer her virgin cunt and make her mine. No one will touch my little angel.”

“Something wrong Negan?” Simon watches his boss warily. “Did you need my help, boss? I heard you talking about the kid.”

“She’s mine, Simon. That’s all you need to know about the girl at my room. Stay away from her and tell anyone to stay the fuck out of my room. Only the doc and lunch chick are allowed to come to my room from now on,” Negan grunts, eyes trained on his right-hand man. “I dare anyone to touch my girl.”

“Boss, no one would dare to touch the girl. If you say she’s yours, she is yours, Negan. But I can tell everyone to stay away from the girl if you want me to.”

“Must I repeat myself, Simon? I told you to tell everyone to stay the fuck away from Y/N. She’s mine…”

“How do you feel?” Negan’s voice is unusually soft when he sits on the bed to press the back of his hand to your forehead. “Your fever got better according to Carson.”

“I feel a bit better. The room stopped spinning this afternoon,” you feel Negan’s eyes on you when you slip out of the bed to use the bathroom. “Can I take a shower, please?”

“Can I join you?” Negan smirks when you giggle at his question. “I’m good at scrubbing your back and all, kiddo. I can lend you a hand,” you shake your head furiously when Negan looks at you.

“I’m good, but thanks for the offer, boss. I think that I can handle to wash my body. If you want me to, I can go back tonight. I guess you want your room to yourself again,” shuffling from one foot to the other you glance at Negan.

“I told you this morning that you will not leave my room,” Negan gets up to stalk toward you. “I made up my mind and decided to make you my favorite wife.” You gasp when his lips claim yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss. “Now go and have a shower, angel. I’ll get some food for dinner.”

“O-okay,” you stammer. Still shellshocked you walk toward the shower on wobbling legs. “I’ll be right back, Negan.”

“I’ll be waiting for you, Y/N…”

“Good?” You nod, glancing at the food on your plate. “We grew potatoes and tomatoes. I will introduce you to our gardener if you want to.” You nod again. “You got to talk to me, or this conversation will be fucking boring.”

“It’s good, thank you,” mumbling the words you wonder how your life would’ve been if you followed Rick and his people weeks ago. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Oh, angel,” Negan purrs. “I will make you my favorite wife.” His hand slides over your thigh as he looks at you with hunger in his eyes. “Soon you’ll be my good girl and call me daddy.”

“Daddy?” You choke on your food, coughing. “I…I can’t call you daddy. You’re not my dad,” you’ve got no clue why Negan would want you to call him daddy so you look up at him bewildered.

“Angel,” you giggle when Negan nuzzles his face into your neck. “I want you to be good for daddy. Can you be a good girl?”

“I can try…”

Over the next days, Negan is sweet, caring, and gentle. He brings you food, spends as much free time with you as he can effort, and holds you in his arms at night to fend off the nightmares.

Tonight is no different. You sleep peacefully on his chest whilst Negan runs his hands over your back. He smirks when you whimper his name in your sleep, not Rick’s, and his smile grows when your hand slips down to his crotch.

“Soon angel,” Negan whispers. “I’m going to lay claim on you and show Rick you’re mine. When I’m done with you, he’s going to see you’re my little slut, not his nor anyone else’s…”

>> Part 4

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2x13 Interlude

Takes place immediately after they find Tripp’s body beneath the tool shed and Michael ostensibly moves yet another body. This is very heavy Alex angst - please be warned. Warnings also for anxiety and panic attacks, abuse and violence. The end is slightly fluffy, I promise. But it takes a minute to get there. I wrote this mostly for myself, but thought I’d share anyway.

After Michael leaves, Alex slips back into the house and heads directly to his old bedroom. The one he shared with Flint for so many long, miserable years. The door is ajar, and he nudges it fully open. He sucks in a breath as he looks around and notices that next to no memories from his childhood remain. The walls have been repainted; all his stuff removed – likely thrown out with some random week’s trash. In the corner by the window, a single desk and chair remain. Both flea market finds he and Greg had hauled home one Christmas. Alex walks towards the small desk and opens the top right drawer wondering if it’s possible his old eyeliner had somehow managed to escape his father’s purge. But no – just a bare, wood drawer. Only the memory lingers.

Alex sits in the middle of the floor and notices one of his knuckles is bleeding. He sucks on the injury and lets the coppery taste of iron sit on his tongue. He thinks about how much blood the past has taken from him, from Michael, from Tripp. That tool shed built by an evil man and maintained by another evil man. Both men a part of him. Connected through the very same blood he spent so many years shedding at his father’s hands. The overwhelming shame of his legacy still clasps at his heart, threatening to never let go no matter how many tool sheds he destroys. Tears crawl down his face, burning his skin along the way.

He reaches inside his shirt and grips Tripp’s dog tags that are quickly becoming the lifeline he never knew he needed. Not every part of himself is inherently evil. God, how much he wants to have faith in that belief. He lays back, staring at the ceiling trying desperately to believe Tripp is just as much - if not more so - a part of him than Harlan, than Jesse. Alex knows he’s done evil things – in deserts halfway across the world. To people – men, women, children – that he’d never even met. How many times he’s lain awake staring at similar blank ceilings reliving those memories and trying to convince himself what he did was for survival, for love of country. But ultimately being left with the hollow truth that none of the people he’s killed had to die in order for him to live. A truth locked deep inside his heart, but not so deep that he can ever forget. No. He’ll have to live with that truth for the rest of his life.

His thoughts wonder back to Michael, replaying the way he’d swung that axe so gleefully. Alex could almost see the weight falling off his shoulders. Closing his eyes, he tries to write that memory onto his heart. That’s how he wants to remember tonight. As a healing for Michael – the boy, the man – he’s loved for the past 11 years. And it doesn’t matter if Michael never loves him again because he’ll have this memory to keep him warm now. Maybe it will never replace the horror of what Jesse did all those years ago. But it’s enough for now. Like a cozy blanket he’ll pull out when those terrible images reappear. He’ll wrap himself tight in this memory of a sweaty, smiling Michael Guerin wildly swinging an axe and destroying the thing that has haunted his hand, his memories, his heart for over a decade.

Several long minutes pass as Alex lays there running his fingers over Tripp’s engraved name again and again. He wants to call Michael. Ask him to come back. To lie there with him for the rest of the night. Maybe the rest of forever. But he can’t because Michael is no longer his. The ache in his heart pulls more tears from his eyes as he curls up on his side. He knows he needs to go home. Take off the prosthetic. Do his PT. That he’ll regret this in the morning when the muscle spasms come for him. But there’s a small voice inside his head whispering that maybe he deserves that pain. After all, he, too, is complicit in so many of the ways Michael Guerin has hurt over the years.

A soft knock on the door jars him from his emotional spiral. He turns to find Greg looking down at him clearly concerned. He sits up, dropping the dog tags back down his shirt to rest against his heart. Greg reaches out a hand to help him up. Alex gladly accepts but can’t quite meet his brother’s eye. ‘You alright?’ Alex sighs and nods. He can tell Greg doesn’t believe him and well, who would?

‘Guerin go home? You guys did some real damage back there.’

Alex doesn’t say anything, just shifts all of his weight to his left leg and grimaces at the pain in his right hip. Greg grabs his elbow to help him balance. ‘Come sit down and talk to me, Alex.’

But Alex doesn’t want to talk. He wants to go home, crawl into bed, and spend the rest of the night chasing nightmares. Or maybe he’ll finally take one of his sleeping pills and erase the world for a little while. At least he has options.

Greg seems to understand. ‘Well, at least let me drive you home. No need to stress your leg any further.’

Alex finds the energy to speak and shakes his head. ‘It’s okay. I drive with my left leg, anyway. Plus, both my crutches are in the car. I’ll be fine. Just been a long day.’ Week. Year. Life. He swallows and tries to muster up something he hopes resembles a smile. Greg’s face lets him know he’s failed. ‘Listen, I’ll come back tomorrow. Help you eat all those disgusting casseroles. I’ll explain everything. I promise.’

Greg helps him out to his car. Once he’s inside with the door blissfully closed to anymore questions, Alex deflates, sagging back against the leather seat, and starts to cry again. He knows that there’s something incredibly broken deep down in the dark place he tries not to think about. The stress of the past week is finally catching up with him and he knows he needs help but can’t figure out how to ask for it. Instead, he starts the car and heads home, tears freefalling and chest heaving. He’s scared to look at the passenger seat, scared he’ll see his father sitting there. Smug and gloating that somehow even in death he’s still winning.

Alex focuses as best he can on the road directly in front of him and manages to make it home safely. When he turns into his driveway, he’s shocked to find Michael’s truck parked in his regular spot – tailgate down and waiting for him like so many nights ago. Alex’s chest clenches at the memory of Michael’s ‘I like Maria, okay’. He can feel panic rising and worries that he’s now in danger of a full-blown panic attack if this night doesn’t end quickly.

He shuts the SUV off but doesn’t move. Tension begins to coil in his chest, wrapping his lungs in a vice grip that he’s having a hard time breathing around. Michael must notice that something’s wrong because he hurriedly moves to open his door and unbuckle his seat belt. Alex barely registers any of this as he tries to focus on his breathing. He can distantly hear Michael calling his name, feel his hand wrap around his neck. And then there’s Michael’s hand on his chest and his hand on Michael’s chest. Alex can feel Michael’s heart beating solidly beneath his palm. Can feel the strong in and out motion of his breathing. He clings to that and tries to match him, breath for breath. It takes a moment, but eventually, the pressure in his head eases, sounds return to normal, and the weight on his chest finally subsides. He sucks in as much oxygen as he can in long, deep breaths.

Michael takes a step back giving him some space, not knowing what to do next. Alex hates the lines of worry written across his face. Hates that he’s the one who has put them there. But he’s also never needed someone as much as he needs Michael in this moment. He moves to get out of the car, but his right leg is no longer obeying him, and he can’t hide the groan that escapes him as he shifts towards the door. But Michael’s hands are there to catch him and ease him off the seat, taking the brunt of Alex’s weight onto his own shoulders.

‘My crutches are in the back.’ Michael helps Alex lean against the driver’s side door and then turns to grab the crutches from their perch on the backseat. He hands them to Alex and watches as he puts his arms through the grips, adjusts his stance until he’s as comfortable as he’s going to get. Alex closes the door behind him and notices that Michael has his keys. He presses the lock button on the key fob and follows Alex up to his front door in silence. Alex suspects Michael’s using his telekinesis to ease the walk. They turn to face each other, neither knowing what to say. All that comes to Alex is a simple thank you. He knows it’s not enough.

Michael thumbs away the tears that are somehow still falling down Alex’s cheeks and unlocks his front door. The alarm starts to beep when the door opens, and Alex gives Michael the code to disarm the system. He makes his way into his bedroom and collapses on his bed. Michael takes the crutches from him and places them next to his nightstand. He kneels at his feet and begins taking off Alex’s shoes. He glances up at Alex, asking for permission to remove the prosthetic next. Alex gives a small nod and watches how gently Michael tends to him, all soft tugs and gentle pulls. He’s too tired to care how intimate a situation this is between the two of them. Too tired to think about Maria or not being good enough. He just unbuttons his jeans and lets Michael pull them off him as he tosses his shirt to the floor.

He watches as Michael grabs the lotion from his bedside and begins to massage the tight muscles in his right thigh, from his knee to his hip. Alex relaxes back onto his pillow, closing his eyes and thinking that maybe the nightmares won’t find him after all. His thoughts drift as Michael’s fingers continue to work their magic, shifting to his left leg knowing how much extra work it’s put in today as well.

What feels like a just a moment later, Alex jerks awake suddenly not realizing he’d fallen asleep. Michael is curled up next to him, snoring softly. He considers waking him and telling him to go home or to Maria or wherever he belongs now. But he can’t bring himself to give up the alien warmth and the way his body fits so perfectly next to his own. It’s selfish and he knows it. But he doesn’t care. Alex settles back against Michael and pulls his arms tightly around him. Michael’s left hand comes to rest on his chest and Alex realizes that the bandana is gone. And for the first time, Alex thinks he feels something inside him start to heal.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader

Chapter 10- The End of Something Part 1

Summary: After the painful battle to get Vanya back, you then watched as Diego attempted to save the president. Failing in the process. Now here you are, facing the forces of evil, just trying to find a way home.

Tagged: @white-wolf-buckaroo @2cuteforyourlies @la-vie-en-amour1 @fandomoverlord221 @thatfandombitcch

You sit on the bottom steps inside of Elliot’s place, listening to the tv reporter drawl on and on about the dealings and names of you and the other Hargreeves. Raising your eyebrows when he called you, a former bartender who had a reputation for purposefully injuring customers. Yeah, when they were harassing random people who just wanted to have a good time in peace, you think angrily to yourself.

You sit back, listening in amusement to the six of them bicker about letting Kennedy die, being wanted criminals, and where all of you should go. Klaus adding input about some weird place with friendly but strange people. And Five promptly turning it down, explaining how the Commission will never stop hunting all of you down, no matter where we all go. Diego cutting in with his own understanding of how they will, in fact do just that. Five giving him a confused face, “I’m sorry, since when are you an expert on the Commission?” Questions Five, intently staring at Diego.

“Since I got back from there.” He answers turning to look at Five’s even more bewildered face, giving Diego a short, “What?”

“Yeah, they headhunted me and Y/N, she wasn’t there for the briefing, but they offered us a job. Full time with benefits, which I had to turn down.” He explains casually to Five.

Five’s eyebrows raise in suspicion, “They headhunted you, the village idiot.” Five quips, chuckling in puzzled amusement.

Diego looks at him, offended by his smaller brothers disbelief in him achieving something for once, “What, am I not allowed to be headhunted? Only the almighty Five needs to be in demand?” Diego growls at him, annoyed that Five seriously can’t fathom him in charge of anything.

Five shakes his head, “Diego, you’re not Commission material, all right? Got an obstinate nature to ya.” He says matter-of-factly, earning an offended look from Diego.

Five then points out, turning to you, “Now, Y/N on the other hand. I can see why they would recruit her. She’s got a strong will in the face of danger, and never compromises a well thought out plan. Also she can’t die, so that’s a loaded benefit.” He adds, nodding to you, then looking up smartly at Diego. You turn to Diego, giving him a wink with a delighted smirk. He rolls his eyes, presumably at the both of you.

“Who do you think it was that figured out Vanya was the one that causes doomsday and stopped it? Me. That’s who.” Diego snaps.

“Hey!” Klaus says in defense of Vanya, a hand sassily on his slender hip.

“I figured it all out on the Infinite Switchboard.” He says while smiling and leaning in closer to a confused Five. “You were on the Infine Switchboard?” Five questions.

“Hell yeah. I made that machine my bitch.” He says smiling excitedly while looking at you first and then the others. “Y’all need to recognize I got shit going on y’all don’t even know about.” He snaps back, starting to sound like he’s spent too much time in Texas.

Allison’s head snaps up from her own seated position higher up on the staircase, “Oh, sorry. You’ve got things going on?” She asks him, wide eyed.

“This isn’t helpful.” Mutters Luther while looking at the ground, tired of everyone’s nonsense.

Vanya silently turns to walk up the stairs, passing by a laughing Klaus, amused by Five and Diego’s heated squabbling about the Commission.

You get up off the bottom steps, stepping between Diego and Five, walking yourself over to where Luther is standing. As Diego continues to sass Five, “Look, I met the Résistence in their secret lair. All right? I went through orientation and I passed and stopped doomsday.” Huh, did he now? If you weren’t to busy blacking out from getting electrocuted then maybe you could have joined him. Oh, well.

——

You and the others start bickering back and forth about where to go or what to do next. Calling each other out for stupid shit and just genuinely being disagreeable. You hear the sound of keys jingle and the familiar pattern of Vanya’s footsteps, as she runs down the stairs opposite of the rest of you. All standing in your various spots around the middle of the room, you look up at her. She makes eye contact with you for a split second, a worried expression clear on her bright features. “I’m leaving.” She says quickly, looking to each of you expectantly.

“What? To go where?” Announces Allison loudly, confused as to why her sister suddenly wants to leave their temporarily only safe place.

“Sissy’s farm. Something’s wrong with Harlan, and I need to help him.” She replies, anxiously.

Luther speaks up, stepping in closer to your tiny group of 5, all staring at Vanya wondering why of all times would she need to visit someone right now, “Vanya, we need to stick together, okay? Now more then ever.” He assures her. You can’t disagree there.

She steps up closer to the rest of you a pleading look in her eyes, “That’s why I’m telling you this. Whatever’s going on with Harlan, I think I might have caused it” she tells you all, jeesh no wonder she looks so worried.

You shake your head, furrowing your brows, “How’s that even possible?” You ask her.

Sighing she continues her explanation, “He drowned, and, uh, somehow I was able to bring him back to life. And now it’s like we’re connected.” Her face a greater mix of fear and uncertainty.

“Wh... What does that even mean?” Wonders Luther, equally as perplexed as the rest of you.

“I don’t know. I can’t explain, but... I know that he needs my help.” She pauses for a moment before sighing softly, “I need your help, too. I’m scared. And for the first time in my life, I don’t wanna do it alone. I want my family by my side.” She ends with, looking pleadingly at the rest of you, hoping that she won’t get turned down again.

Diego walks up to Vanya, “Look, I’m sorry. We have other priorities right now.” He tells her softly, not trying to be unkind about her request.

“Diego’s right. For once.” Five adds, looking sadly at Vanya. “We need to make our stand here and now.” He whispers.

She looks to each of you dismally for a brief second, as she mutters a small, “Okay. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.” Turning to walk out the door, without another word. The rest of you stand in somber silence. You suddenly look up at Klaus, making eye contact. He nods at you with a small smile, before turning and walking out the door after Vanya.

You quickly walk over to the door about to follow after Klaus when you turn to face the rest of the Hargreeves, “Well come on, we’re Team Zero. Remember?” Smiling at them, giving Diego a quick wink. You then swiftly walk out the door, heading straight for Vanya’s car.

Opening up the side door and shuffling your way to the middle seat, as Diego trails in after you, Allison opening up the left door and jumping in next to you as well. “Got room for three more?” Allison asks her, a big grin on her face.

Vanya looks at the three of you in confusion, “What about the Commission?”

“Well, might as well do some good before we die horribly.” Says Diego as you lightly punch his shoulder, Klaus giving a small “Whoo-hoo.” from the front seat. Five randomly appears next to Klaus, opening his door and briefly scaring him in the process. “Five, you... you don’t have to..” Vanya starts, incredibly surprised that everyone suddenly decided they wanted to join her. “I know. You owe me one, sis.” He smiles at her, suddenly turning to face Klaus, “Children ride in the back.” In his I’m-not-gonna-ask-again voice. “Okay.” Klaus answers by turning around and walking over the seat. Shoving his way, in between you and Allison.

“Move over fatass.” You jokingly growl at Diego, who does his best to scoot as close to the door as he can. Giving you almost no room, that now your right arm and shoulder are pressed tightly against Diego’s chest. You look up at him, trying to hold in a smile, he breaks by giving you a toothy grin in return. “Come here often?” He asks you, smirking. “Hilarious.” You deadpan.

“Guys, I don’t know what to say.” Vanya says astonished, while looking back at her packed car. The back hatch is suddenly pulled open, as Luther begrudgingly does his best to fit into the tiny cargo area. “If anyone makes a fat joke, I’m outta here.” He pauses for a second as all of you smile at him. “Y/N, don’t even look in my direction.” He sarcastically warns you, knowing too well how you’re not one to hold back on anything you find funny. Diego wraps his arm around you, trying to get more comfortable for the 15 minute ride to Sissy’s farm.

——

You look up out the window, noticing how the sky seems to be turning grey. Snow falls gently down into the grass as Vanya pulls into the driveway, “What the hell.” You mutter.

All of you hastily get out of the car Diego being the first to question the huge anomaly, “You think whatever’s going on inside is causing the cold front?” Wonders Diego, to no one in particular.

“Well, the correlation is high.” Answers Five, shutting the door behind him and looking up at the cyclone of energy coming out of the barn roof.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here, and say it is.” You add, getting an amused glance from Diego.

Abruptly a blonde woman holding up a gun and looking very terrified runs out of the barn and straight to the seven of you. Vanya reacts quickly, seeming to know what to do. As she runs to the woman raising her arms up, “Sissy! Sissy!” She calls to her. Trying to divert, Sissy, from shooting anyone.

“Get back! All of you, just get the hell back!” She screams, holding up her shotgun higher.

“Sissy! Hey! Hey! What’s wrong?” Vanya asks her calmly.

Sissy glances at the rest of you for a quick second before she speaks to Vanya, “Carl.”

“What did he do to you?” Vanya rasps out, terrified as to what she might say next.

Sissy shakes her head, breathing shakily, “He’s... He’s dead. Harlan tossed him aside like a rag doll, same way you sent those policemen flyin’. What did you do to him?” She demands.

“No..” Vanya tries to explain, Sissy cutting her off sharply, “What the hell you do to my son?”

Diego begins to step forward, you’re right next to him so you place yourself between him and Sissy before he can say anything else, just incase she decided to use that gun, “We don’t have time for this.” You tell her honestly.

She whips her shotgun in both you and Diego’s direction, barrel aimed right for your head. “Where you think you two’re goin?” She hisses, ready to strike at a moments notice.

Diego puts his hand on your left forearm, stopping you from snatching the gun out of her trembling hands, “To help your son.” He tells her.

“Look, Sissy, I found my family. These are my brothers, my sister, and Y/N, who I’ve know since I was a child.” She rapidly clarifies to Sissy, who doesn’t really know who any of you are.

A snap of crackling energy is heard through the cold air, she turns to the rest of you with furrowed brows. Luther gives her a tight lipped smile, awkwardly waving at her in a friendly manner, “Ma’am.”

She looks back to Vanya, “Where you lyin’ to me the whole time?” She says hurt. “Of course not. Look I didn’t know who I was. But I do now.” She pauses for a moment to glance at the rest of you, “And we are not the monsters that they say we are. We did not kill the president. We are not terrorists. We’re not here to hurt anyone.” Vanya reasons with her, trying to help her understand a little bit better. “Then....who are you?” Sissy doubts, a baffled expression clear on her face. “The only one who can help Harlan.” Vanya tells her confidently.

——

All of you follow behind Sissy and Vanya, as they lead you into the incredibly loud and windy barn. Vanya screams for Harlan to focus on her and calm down. You watch as this Harlan kid is suspended in the air, arching is back in an odd convulsion. You smirk as an annoyingly humorous intrusive thought pops into your head, “This is more like Harlan and the no good, terrible, very bad, day.” You shut your eyes and shake your head coming back to your senses, now is not the time for this, Y/N, you internally yell at yourself.

Your ears unexpectedly pick up the familiar whooshing sound of someone teleporting. Five’s right here, so who was that? You follow the sound, walking towards the other barn door that leads to the back field. Klaus noticing this, he follows your lead curiously. Your eagle eye vision spots two people, one you’d rather not ever see again. “Uh, Y/N?” Wonders Klaus, you ignore him, staring daggers at Lila and an eccentrically dressed silver haired woman. “Okay, um guys!” Shouts Klaus, catching the attention of Diego, Allison, Five, and Luther.

“Ah, shit.” Diego says walking up next to you, having also caught site of Lila.

“Who are they?” Marvels Klaus, is face scrunched up in confusion at the random people who just bleeped into the field.

Five answers that question without hesitation, “One’s the Handler, and the other’s Y/N and Diego’s friend.” Giving a sour face, not pleased with the surprise visit by either of them.

“Lila. That fucking bitch.” You growl, Klaus looking back at you in awe, astonished that the both of you managed to make a friend. Only for them to turn out to be working for the Commission.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. They both look angry.” Luther adds bluntly.

“Yeah.” Adds Klaus.

“Y/N has that effect on people.” Allison says quickly, not in a joking way either. You turn to her in mock offense, “Okay. I can’t really argue with that.”

“I’m gonna find out what they want. You guys stay with Vanya and the kid.” Five tells the five of you rushed.

“I’m coming with you.” Diego replies, you cutting in after him, “Me too, I got beef with Kill Bill over there.” You look at Five nodding in Lila and the Handler’s direction. He gives you the flash of a smile in acknowledgment. Both you and Diego turn to follow Five out the door.

——

“I love the smell of that fresh country air, don’t you darling.” States the Handler at Lila, looking at you up and down in curiosity.

“Makes me want to vomit.” Lila replies bluntly, standing as still as a statue while avoiding your gaze.

“What do you want.” Snaps Five, studying the Handler for any suspicious movement.

“What about me?” Diego asks Lila, dreading the possible consequences for fleeing the Commission without her knowledge.

“You’re not even worth my wrath.” She retorts sharply back at him.

You tilt your head in an annoyed manner whilst clenching your fists, “Unfortunately you’re worth mine.” You hiss angrily before continuing, “You electrocute me to death and then take Diego with you, without another real explanation? If we weren’t here to make negotiations I’d gut you before you’d even be able to scream.” The Handler gives you a surprised laugh, “Easy.” She states, glancing to the side at Lila. Who looks at you with a poker face, desperately trying to conceal her slight fear. Ever grateful for the current circumstances, involving more then just her and you.

“We’re on official business.” Explains the Handler to Five.

“And what business is that?” He snaps back with restrained anger.

“As the head of the Commission, I’ve decided to eliminate the criminals responsible for the assassination of the former board of directors.” She says matter-of-factly, smiling sweetly at the three of you.

“Yeah right. We didn’t kill the board.” Replies Diego before Five interrupts him from speaking further, “Uh, actually, Diego, that’s not entirely accurate.” He says pursing his lips.

The Handler turns to Five with a smirk, “You didn’t tell them? Oh, Five.” She says while giving him a fake pout.

You lean in close to Five, “Five what the fuck didn’t you tell us?” You whisper, great what did the little shit forget to mention now?

He gives you a hard look, “What I had to do to get my family home. Until somebody reneged on our deal.” He ends, glaring at the Handler.

You stand back, folding your arms as you listen to Five and the Handler argue back and forth about their deal going sour. Then how shit the Commission has gotten, Diego adding in his own input much to the Handlers surprised offense. Then Lila speaks up, angry at Five for something he did. Done with everyone’s rambling, you turn to the Handler when she sets the black briefcase down. “Enough. The point is, all of you are going to die today. Hmm?” She states, so sure of herself.

“Oh, really now?” You raise an eyebrow at her before continuing, “There’s eight of us, and two of you. If you haven’t noticed.” Telling her bluntly, ready just to finally be done with all this shit.

She gives you a knowing smile, “You know, you’re right. Let’s change that.” With a snap of her fingers, an army of Commission assassins zap into the field, ready to kill.

You, Diego, and Five look on in shock and a healthy amount of fear, “So, what do we do now?” Diego whispers to the two of you.

“Well, we got two choices: fight and die now, or run and die later. Either way, we’re food for worms.” Five replies nervously.

“Preference.” Diego questions.

“Wouldn’t mind a few more minutes breathing through the old windpipes.” Retorts Five.

“I can’t get captured, and turned into a weapon for the Commission.” You panic, turning to them with pure dread in your eyes.

“All right. Let’s get this over with, shall we?” Says the Handler while checking her watch. A moment later she pulls out a red silk handkerchief, dangling it in the air.

“Come on!” Yells Five as he, You, and Diego start booking it back to the barn. Fuck.

“And why are we all wearing black? Like who’s funeral is it?” You randomly blurt out.

“Ours if we don’t run faster!” Diego shouts back at you.

[simmonsofshield]

Broken, Mended Chapter 4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After breaking off an engagement, Y/N may have possibly hit rock bottom. But she doesn’t have time to think about it because she gets deployed to Iraq. Leaving their daughter with her friend, Sam Wilson, she’s gone for a year. She doesn’t like talking about her ex-fiance and is unsure if she’ll ever be able to love again. What happens a certain Captain is his literal doppelganger?

Words: 1300+

Warnings: Lots of swears in this one, sorry. Feelings of anger, betrayal. Drama. But also feels.

A/N: Normalize 👏 Platonic 👏 M/F 👏 Love 👏  (in case you can’t tell by this point, Y/N and Sam are very close. If you’re a Grey’s fan, I picture it very much like Mer and Alex. Two people who could never picture themselves in a relationship but would die for each other.) (omg i’m booboo the fool. another great example would be nat and clint?) This is for @ussgallifreyfics​ 550 follower writing challenge! Takes place during Civil War.

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Y/N doesn’t know how long she’s out, but when she wakes up she can tell she’s in a completely different place. She’s not laying on the ground, but whatever she’s on is not comfortable in the least. As she stirs awake, she can also tell she no longer has her wings on, nor any of her pistols. Freaking out, she sits up quickly, groaning as her head still hurts. Still disoriented, she doesn’t see the person jog past her, but she hears them. “Your girl’s awake too, Sam.”

He lets out a dry chuckle, “Not my girl, Cap.” 

When she hears his voice, she lets out a deep exhale and slowly leans herself against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment. Now a little more with her bearings, she can tell she’s simply laying on a piece of plywood over a couple wooden pallets. She doesn’t open her eyes but can tell Sam’s next to her now. She sarcastically smiles, eyes still closed, “Were you just going to keep this from me Sam? Didn’t think I was going to find out?”

He sighs, “Not this way at least. I’d rather it be in DC. What are you doing here anyways? I thought you were only supposed to be in Vienna.”

Y/N finally opens her eyes and looks at him, “You’re not deflecting away from this Sam. You never told me why you retired and now you're basically back in action and you weren’t going to tell me? How long Sam?”

He looks down in defeat, “Two years.”

“What?! T-two years? Sam, what the hell? So you were already doing stuff while I was gone? What the hell did you do with Ro?”

He smiles as best he can and waves his hand dismissively. “Oh, she was fine. Pepper’s great.”

“Pepper? As in Stark? You just casually left my child with not only a CEO of a company, who I’m sure is busy in her own right, but a stranger without consulting me first? Oh my god.” She puts her head in her hands and just sits like that for while. When a hand touches her arm, she so badly wants to pull it away but can’t for some reason. She blames the whole being knocked out thing and just exhaustion - physical and mental - at this point. 

“Y/N?” 

Finally bringing her head up, she looks up to see she now has an audience. James and Steve, who she has pieced together is also Captain America by Sam calling him ‘Cap.’ Her vision is cloudy - she hadn’t even realized she was crying. Wiping the tears away and clearing up her vision, she’s pretty sure she almost has a heart attack. She backs herself into the wall as much as she can, which isn’t very much since she was already sitting up against it. In front of her is Ransom. That’s why he was so familiar back in the holding location. Her breath quickens and she looks over at Sam, confusion and a sliver of fear in his eyes. 

“Y/N?”

“Holy shit.” She stands up and goes to the end of her ‘bed,’ where her wings and weapons are located. She throws on the wings and fumbles with the guns as she runs out of the warehouse. She can hear all three of them following her, but she doesn’t stop, until she gets to the end of the wharf. She collapses, dropping her guns, and just sits there on her hands and knees, crying. When she hears only a single set of footsteps walk towards her, she knows it’s Sam.

He crouches down, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Y/N are you okay? What was that?”

“What was that?” she basically yells back, anger still seething. She brings her voice down before continuing, “Sam, didn’t you realize that Steve, Captain America, fuck...looks almost exactly like Ransom? What the hell?” 

He looks over at Steve and back down at his friend, “Well now that you mention it...”

“Sam, this is no time to make jokes. I’m pretty sure what I’m experiencing here is a panic attack, or something, I don’t know. Fuck!” She hits her fist on the concrete. “What is happening? This is a sick, twisted game of fate the universe is playing that I didn’t ask for.”

She resituates herself so she’s sitting on her butt beside Sam. Taking a few breaths to calm down, she continues, “I guess now is as good a time as ever.” she wipes her face, trying to give herself a little bit of dignity back. “I trust you but I have to say this for my own sanity. You can not tell this to anyone. Especially your bff Cap over there.” she points over to Steve.

Sam nods, “Of course.”

“Okay,” she takes one last breath before starting, “the reason I broke off the engagement was because Ransom killed Harlan, his grandfather.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. And he tried to peg it on Marta, Harlan’s nurse. It was a whole thing. So I left him and fled Boston for you.”

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

All she does is nod in response, unable to speak at the moment. The exhaustion is really hitting her now.

“Riley died.”

She turns to him, “What?” He’s not looking at her, just straight out at the water. 

“Why I retired. I went on a mission with Riley in Afghanistan. RPGs were flying everywhere, but we infiltrated the target’s hideout. He got hit by one and I couldn’t save him. There was nothing I could do.”

She scoots a little closer and puts her arm around him, “I’m sorry. I remember you two were close.” He nods and also puts an arm around her. She leans her head on his shoulder and they sit like that for a couple minutes, in comfortable silence.

Someone clears their throat. “Sam.” They both look over to see the other two men closer to them now. She makes a split second of eye contact with Steve before immediately looking away and over at James. He seems to be James at the moment, not the Winter Soldier. He can’t seem to look at her, probably out of regret of what he’s done in just the past couple hours.

“You good?” Sam looks at Y/N as he begins to get up.

“Yeah.”

He stands up completely and puts his hand out to help her up. She takes it and stands as well, a little wobbly at first but she steadies herself and watches as Steve takes him aside and chats. Probably about James and what to do with him now that they’re basically running from the law.

Y/N takes the moment to bring her hand to her ear, hoping the com still works despite her being tossed like a ragdoll. “Carter, Fury. Anyone on coms?”

A female voice responds, “Yeah. What happened? We lost track of you.”

“Long story. I got thrown into a wall. Probably compromised the tracker somehow. I’m surprised the earpiece even works. Where are you?”

“Still where we were holding Barnes. Trying to find him.”

“Okay. I’ll make my way back to you and try to help.”

“We’ll be waiting.” 

Finally putting the guns in her holsters, Y/N extends her wings and readies herself to take off. Before she can, a hand on her arm stops her. “You sure you’re good enough to fly? You seem pretty wiped and a lot just happened.”

The wings retract and she turns to Sam, “Yeah, but I’m meeting back up with Sharon. Can’t exactly get there in a timely manner on foot.”

He turns to Steve who shrugs and nods. He faces her again, “We can take you.”

She raises an eyebrow, “How? You’re just going to, what, casually steal a car?”

“Actually yeah.”

“You’re unbelievable. You do know you’re all already wanted for helping a literal assassin?” she shakes her head, not waiting for a response, “but I guess I don’t have another choice. Just get me close and you guys can go on your merry way evading the law.”

All Sam does is laugh.

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[sheinthatfandom]

So I haven’t seen all of season 2 yet I’m only like the first 30 seconds of #7 I believe it’s eye for an eye idk I’m on a treadmill when I’m watching it and it’s hard to read anyway I have thoughts... surprising I know!!!

Hopefully the read more works on mobile but I’m tagging in case

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Vanya: holy shit they really got me liking Vanya now good fucking job!!! She’s likeable relatable I fucking feel for her and don’t wanna fast forward her sections... I still do but it’s due to anxiety of her affair getting found out and as soon as I see that doesn’t happen I actually rewind to see her scenes so good fucking job everyone. Though the ending of the episode I just saw yeeesh.... shit gonna go bad. Also I’d bet money her giving breath of life to Harlan is going to be really fucking important idk if it’s end of the world important but I can see it being important to season 3 or being important by the end of the season somehow. I mean it’s vanya... this gotta go back to her somehow.

Luther: he went from worst to.... well not worst. Someone else I feel a lot for from his feelings about his father and holy shit seeing this man who idolized his father just get ripped apart was rough. Then his obsession with Allison just... again I’m really believing she rumores him into loving her cause so far her two husbands have been honest about shit and willing to walk away from her yet Luther can’t. In s1 when she’s driving in the car thinking of all the times she rumored someone and one was her rumoring someone into loving her. I really hope we find out this season if it’s Luther.

Allison: I like her this season. That’s shocking I know but I do. I think having her away from Luther and Diego helps and also not being around vanya and kinda acting all I’m seconds older and know more than you thing. I did not like the diner scene with her husband only cause I got a bad feeling all those witnesses are going to cause trouble now. Never leave witnesses I mean come on your husband was arrested for you punching out some asshole what do you think 30 racist eye witnesses to you having magic is gonna do?

Klaus:used to be my favorite but this season not really. Idk if it’s the cult thing but I’m not into it. The thing with David is.... God it’s so hard to watch. I wish he would just talk things out with Ben and then he could do shit the right way! Instead of causing David to sign up for the army over a week early. What if now David never meets Klaus? Here’s hoping #5 pulls a s1 and we get a redo of shit before this ends and Klaus can like not get David to sign up early.

Ben: Ben needs more lines and I really hope he doesn’t pull a Klaus with terrible ideas and uses his brothers body to get close to the girl he likes just.... no. Please Ben you give such good advice to Klaus don’t be the type of person who can’t take their own advice. I do appreciate that episode one finally shows him kicking ass and I hope to see more of that without everyone dying. And I wish he coulda said more to his father, also I wanna know how the mf died like yoo give a bitch a clue!

Diego: now the worst. From one of the first to the worst just wow. I appreciate his story and I appreciate the consistency to him having a hero complex and just being a fuck up. But if Doctor Who taught me anything it’s that you do not fuck with the timeline and he is actively trying to destroy it. For what I’ll never understand. In episode 1 it did say on a newspaper that it was the president declaring war so.... I’m guessing he’s the reason for this apocalypse. And wow if anything will destroy your heroic self perception faster is realizing you ended the world. Or he’ll cling to it even harder and be over bearing. I will say seeing him stutter broke me. Regnald was right but his future self is the cause of Diego’s and all the siblings mental and emotional problems and that needs to be remembered.

#5: the best wow just wow he is a joy and a delight and omg he’s a killer I mean I knew that but.... holy fuck did you SEE that!!!! First the donut shop and now this like FUUUUUUCCCKKK!!! So good!!!! I wish he would talk to his family about his plans and about the Commission but in all honesty no one ever listens to him. Except vanya but without her memory I’m not sure if she’ll be much help. I don’t like him working with the handler but I get why

Side characters

The handler: still love to hate her don’t trust her but the woman has got style the only thing that Ickes me out is that she kinda seems like she’s flirting with 5 and that’s a child’s body so eww no

Grace: She’s real??? I though she was from Reginald’s home planet or something I mean didn’t she die in bed or something in s1 and there were missiles and lights and stuff idk ohhh unless that was on earth this earth ooohhhh

Pogo: move over baby yoda I need baby pogo merch!!!!

Raymond: ya’ll better not kill this man I love him I hope he doesn’t end up fearing Allison but I need him to live

Sissy: the same

Carl: kill the fucker

The swedes: I love them I get they have to die and I certainly don’t want them to win but fuck they are enjoyable! Sad the milkman is gone but I liked his funeral music.

Lila: now this is where imma get some shit but I do not like her. I didn’t like her from the group therapy and the few times I started to like her I went right back to not liking her. Now that I know she’s the adopted daughter of the handler Nope Nope time to go.

Reginald: still hate him for what he’s GOING to do to the kids but man that scene with 5... how tf do ya’ll humanize such a monster??? Good job writers. And seeing him with grace and pogo he seems likeable but... I can’t forget what he put them through especially when the abuse is so evident in their adult selves.

And I think that’s it let’s see what the upcoming episodes show

[words-writ-in-starlight]

You mentioned Parker and Sophie in your John Wick tags so can I request some Leverage for the headcanon ask?

Let’s go steal a headcanon meme.  (shut up, I’m hilarious)

A: what I think realistically

The brew pub’s microcosm, at this point, is bolstered by layers upon layers of gambling.  The old staff bets on how long new kitchen hires will last, and if you last out the first three months without quitting in a mild panic about what the fuck is happening here, you get formally inducted into the wider pool of bets.  The three top questions are:

The date of Nate and Sophie’s wedding: the pot is a handsome $700 despite the relatively small bets placed and regularly reupped (it took them two years to properly exchange names and thirteen years to sleep together, don’t tell me it wouldn’t be an ongoing question)

Who exactly is dating whom, among their three bosses: there are a scant three people who put their money on a poly triad, and they’ll be splitting the $1100 between them when someone figures Eliot and Parker and Hardison out

No, Really, What The Fuck Is Happening Here: There is one person who put their whole paycheck on “fuck it, they’re fucking criminal masterminds, they probably take down governments in their fucking free time” after seven pints of Thief Juice, and they are walking away with a cool two grand if they can ever actually prove it

B: what I think is fuckinghilarious

So, the FBI thinks that Hardison and Parker are official agents.  Like, the FBI is so convinced of this, so convinced of this, that Hardison actually discovers they have valid badge numbers–they are all but being paid by the federal government as part of their Portland white collar crimes office.  Agent McSweeten and his partner have benefited handsomely from Hardison and Parker’s involvement, and they vouch for their ‘old buddies’ at every turn, to the extent that most of the feds they could run into in a number of cities (Boston, Portland, probably NYC) are like ‘yes, they’re undercover again, c’est la vie.’

Which is all well and good until Interpol shows up and has to work with the FBI on something quite unrelated, which results in Sterling tearing his hair out because “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THEY’RE NOT FEDERAL AGENTS THEY’RE CRIMINALS, OF COURSE THEY’RE CRIMINALS.”

The Feds honestly pity the poor guy.  Damn, their people are good, their undercover personalities even managed to convince Interpol, damn fine.  McSweeten tells Parker the story next time he sees her and she laughs for literally days.

C: what is heart-crushing andawful but fun to inflict on friends

Eliot believes–no, he knows–that he’s going to die for Parker and Hardison.  He’s actually pretty comfortable with this, but he knows that if he ever brings it up out loud, the pair of them are going to mutually implode.  I wrote that into a fic, actually.  Also, listen, we all know this is canon.  “Until my dying day.”  Eliot, please be a little less obviously worshipful of these people.  Some of my Eliot Spencer feelings can also be found here.

D:  what would neverwork with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

I like to think that there’s a Leverage Mark II comprised of some of the kids they run into over the course of their jobs, I even wrote out like 2K words in headcanons for it.  Members include: 

Mastermind: Olivia Sterling,from The Queen’s Gambit Job

Hitter: Molly (who now identifies as Matthew), from The Carnival Job

Hacker: Trevor, from The Hot Potato Job

Grifter: Widmark (Mark), from The Fairy Godparents Job

Thief: Josie, from The Boost Job

Client: Luka, from The Stork Job, whose little sister has been kidnapped

I just really want this, okay?  I want to see them become the greatest criminals around under the tutelage of the Leverage squad and take up the torch when Eliot and Hardison and Parker decide to dial it back a bit and buy a restaurant somewhere.

(Related headcanon that Leverage habitually starts training up new generations and like in five hundred years humanity’s in space and the Leverage has an ancient oil painting hanging in their mess hall and whenever someone asks why they don’t transfer it to a hologram, the crew of the ship puffs up and declaims at length about their honored founder Harlan Leverage III and how they would never insult his memory like that!  In the afterlife, Nate S C R E A M S.)

[romancereadingdiva]

The Moth and The Flame by BB Reid

This book drew me in like a moth to a flame! 👑👑👑👑👑

After reading the first book in this series, The Peer and the Puppet, I wasn’t sure why Wren Harlan and Louchana were getting a book (we meet them briefly in the first book). I was so wrong, because this book was everything I didn’t know I needed! I was pulled into the story right from the beginning like a moth to a flame, and it never let me go. The slow burn of friends to lovers was excruciatingly beautiful especially with the secret Wren holds. Wren and Louchana are 2 beautifully broken people who fit perfectly together. I loved seeing Four, Ever, Jamie, Vaughn, Tyra and Barbie from the first book, and I would suggest reading it before reading this book. I highly recommend this book and series, because it kept me turning pages like a moth to a flame!

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Blurb, buy link, cover...

They're the best of friends or the worst of friends. Neither one is letting go. THE FLAME Here lies Louchana Valentine. She was a homeless, orphaned virgin. I never cared what my gravestone would say until I landed in deep with a powerful gangster. Lucky for me, my best friend happens to be ruthless too. I should feel guilty that he's forced to turn on the man who's been a father to him. Except I've always known that Wren's soul wasn't as black as he claimed. He was good. He was beautiful. He was mine. He just didn't know it yet. And with Wren keeping me safe, I've got time left to rewrite the end of my story. But if he has his way, virgin is already carved in stone. THE MOTH I've never known anyone as alluring as Lou. Or as frustrating. Since the night she saved my life and stole my wallet for her troubles, I couldn't stay away. She became my onus. My light. My...anyway. With nowhere to run, I'm forced to trust someone I never expected. At least with Lou safe in Blackwood Keep--far away from me--I'll die with my conscience intact. Because she no longer looks at me with friendship in her eyes. Those iridescent blues shine with a different need entirely, and I've never been able to deny her. This second installment in the When Rivals Play series is a continuation of the events that occurred in The Peer and the Puppet. Content suitable for ages 18+.

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07RWKJ262?tag=bbre0b6-20&ref_=dbs_pwh_calw_1&storeType=ebooks

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Why do you see Sansa as a Ravenclaw? While I definitely agree that she is smart, Ravenclaw usually value individuality originality and creativity. Those values don't strike me as particulary important for Sansa, unlike loyalty and hard work. While she definitely has the skills to be a Ravenclaw, I think her core values are much more closer to Hufflepuff's and I think values are what matters in the end. Like Wormtail valued courage and bravery even if he didn't have it and he ended up in Gryff.

I… um… you’re asking me this question because I recently reblogged @thehound’s Sansa-as-a-Ravenclaw post, right? Well, that post has many reasons for Sansa as a Ravenclaw, I reblogged it because I agreed with it. Generally if I personally reblog other people’s meta posts it’s because I strongly agree with what they’re saying, you know? (As opposed to stuff reblogged to @asoiafuniversity, where I may disagree but still find it interesting and worthy of discussion.) So I suggest you, y’know, read that post because it is literally answering all the questions you are asking. Especially re Hufflepuff. (A house I don’t see Sansa in at all; tbh the only time I ever even slightly consider non-Ravenclaw is through @valiantnedspreciouslittlegirl’s values-based sorting as Gryffindor. But I’ve debated with her about that too.)

But I have talked about this a lot already (and, y’know, my ask page kindly requests no frequently repeated questions please). Although my other posts on the subject don’t have a specific tag (most are under #hogwarts houses but so are a lot of other HP posts), but you can probably find most of my own meta (or other people’s posts I agree with) with this search.

Still, to summarize with four quotes, three from the books, one from my own headcanon (for the story I will probably never write):

She pulled a chair close to the hearth, took down one of her favorite books, and lost herself in the stories of Florian and Jonquil, of Lady Shella and the Rainbow Knight, of valiant Prince Aemon and his doomed love for his brother’s queen. –AGOT, Sansa IV

No one ransomed the northmen, though. One fat lordling haunted the kitchens, Hot Pie told her, always looking for a morsel. His mustache was so bushy that it covered his mouth, and the clasp that held his cloak was a silver-and-sapphire trident. He belonged to Lord Tywin, but the fierce, bearded young man who liked to walk the battlements alone in a black cloak patterned with white suns had been taken by some hedge knight who meant to get rich off him. Sansa would have known who he was, and the fat one too, but Arya had never taken much interest in titles and sigils. –ACOK, Arya VII

He bewitched them, Alayne thought as she lay abed that night listening to the wind howl outside her windows. She could not have said where the suspicion came from, but once it crossed her mind it would not let her sleep. She tossed and turned, worrying at it like a dog at some old bone. Finally, she rose and dressed herself, leaving Gretchel to her dreams.Petyr was still awake, scratching out a letter. “Alayne,” he said. “My sweet. What brings you here so late?”“I had to know. What will happen in a year?”He put down his quill. “Redfort and Waynwood are old. One or both of them may die. Gilwood Hunter will be murdered by his brothers. Most likely by young Harlan, who arranged Lord Eon’s death. In for a penny, in for a stag, I always say. Belmore is corrupt and can be bought. Templeton I shall befriend. Bronze Yohn Royce will continue to be hostile, I fear, but so long as he stands alone he is not so much a threat.”“And Ser Lyn Corbray?”The candlelight was dancing in his eyes. “Ser Lyn will remain my implacable enemy. He will speak of me with scorn and loathing to every man he meets, and lend his sword to every secret plot to bring me down.”That was when her suspicion turned to certainty. “And how shall you reward him for this service?”

–AFFC, Alayne II

Of course she read everything about Hogwarts (she’d wanted to go so much her whole life), and knows all the stories of all the great wizards and witches, and thought how being a Slytherin would be so mysterious and romantic, and how being a Gryffindor would be so brave and romantic, and how the other two would be… all right… though Ravenclaws are smart and Hufflepuffs are loyal, that is true… and was very surprised when the instant the Hat touched her head it said Ravenclaw.–source