no more guns ever


just imagine…
the moment Lance learns how to unlock his bayard  :’)

slightly older Lance with different guns like, Pistols? Long Sniper rifle? pow pow 
Lance would ACE bc he is a fantastic sharpshooter.

anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed. 

And Now... TF2 Quotes relating to SCP Characters

Dr. Bright: “Kill me.” O5: “Later…”

Dr. Clef: “The answer; use a gun, and if that don’t work, use more gun.”

Dr. Kondraki: “I regret everything! I regret everything I’ve ever done!!!”

SCP-023: “Well, off to visit your mother!”

SCP-049: “Come over here! I promise I will heal you!”

SCP-056: “Good. I still look magnificent.”

SCP-096: “Don’t look at me, I’m slightly less handsome!”

SCP-106: “Hide, coward! I will find you.”

SCP-372: “Imma freakin’ blur here!”

SCP-682: “You’re inventin’ loads a’ new ways to get killed by me!”

SCP-993: “You wanna hear somethin’ funny? You’re dead.”

Broken and Cursed

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Metatron (mentioned), Naomi (mentioned), Crowley (sorta).

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Selfloathing, Self-blame, hurt!Sam, canon typical violence, s8 spoilers (but is that really spoilers anymore?)  

Word Count: 2400ish

A/N: This is a rewrite of the end of the season 8 finally. I loved the scene in the church, and I hope that I haven’t butchered it completely by inserting a reader into this moment between the brothers. I used some of the dialogue from the episode, and I do not claim to own any of that.  

This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Shots

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You clasped your hand over your mouth, staring into thin air as Cas disappeared before your eyes, and Dean called out to him to no avail. This had just gone from bad to worse, and the panic you had struggled to hold in ever since your talk with Naomi was getting harder and harder to contain.

“Goddammit!” Dean snarled, making you jump slightly. Not so much because of his reaction, but because you knew Dean tended to speak before he thought when he was angry. He said things he didn’t mean, things that Sam always ended up taking to heart. You didn’t blame Dean for it. They were brothers, and it was part of who they were. It had been part of who they were long before you had met them. Long before you had fallen in love with Sam, and long before he had pushed you away out of fear of what his love would do to you.

No matter how hard he had pushed though, no matter how much it had hurt, you hadn’t left. Not really. You had kept in touch with Dean, and the second Sam had started showing signs of being ill, Dean had told you and you had reentered the brothers’ lives completely. You had moved into their new found home with them, but you had given Sam his space because you thought that had been what he needed. Standing outside the old church with Dean yelling towards the sky, you weren’t so sure. You were terrified of losing him, and the nagging feeling you could have done something to prevent things coming to this weighed heavily on your heart.

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anonymous asked:

After the NRA's complete failure to respond to Philando Castile's murder, when he was shot because he was carrying a legal gun, it's more clear than ever that the organization exists only to protect white gun owners (and to serve the interests of gun manufacturers). The NRA doesn't want a well armed citizenry. They want to preserve white power and enable white violence, and make a buck doing it. Fuck the NRA.

It’s never been about rights for those fucks, obviously.

anonymous asked:

You just don't get it. Donald Trump banned Muslims from USA because he fear that they will make problems. They made problems in the whole world if you didn't already know. I know all Muslims are not ISIS, but ISIS are Muslims based on their religion. Trump doesn't know if the Muslim who enters the USA is ISIS or just normal Muslim so he have to ban every Muslim FOR NOW. That won't last forever.

I’m going to explain why this statement is wrong. I’m going to do it nicely because I can tell you think what he’s doing is good. So I won’t yell or treat you like a selenator.

-Banning someone from entering a country because your are suspicious of their religion is ILLEGAL (I know how much you people like that term)
-The last real attack the USA had was 9/11 and almost everyone lowkey knows that was a government set up (they weren’t too careful with erasing their tracks. I was planning on exposing what’s odd about that event earlier this year but I never finished it. Soon.) that was 16 years ago.
-If Isis is Muslim then why do they kill other Muslims? A fun activity to blow off steam?
-if muslims are terrorist because the Quran tells them to behave in such violent ways then why do they get punished by their god for killing someone or terrorizing them for no reason?
-There have been more white schools shooters killing people/more people being killed because of guns then Muslim refugees have ever killed. The ban isn’t fair and for you to say “oh don’t worry it will be all over in about 5 years!!1!” Is what’s called privilege.

sentence prompts ➝ agents of shield
  • ❛ And what does that mean to you? ❜
  • ❛ Everything’s changing. ❜
  • ❛ Sorry, that corner was really dark and I couldn’t help myself. ❜
  • ❛ If I need a gun, I’ll take one. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t ever call me that. ❜
  • ❛ You should’ve taken more guns. ❜
  • ❛ Sweet ride. ❜
  • ❛ When you have to make the hard call to either dedicate yourself to this or to curl up in a ball and run. ❜
  • ❛ Kill me. ❜
  • ❛ It’s what you want. ❜
  • ❛ The plan was flawed from the start. ❜
  • ❛ The plan was solid. ❜
  • ❛ Impressive toy. ❜
  • ❛ We’re vigilantes. ❜
  • ❛ You think I don’t feel anything? ❜
  • ❛ I’m ready to kick some ass. ❜
  • ❛ Is that another one of your grandma’s sayings? ❜
  • ❛ You need to loosen up. ❜
  • ❛ I’m really sorry, tough to lose people you care about. ❜
  • ❛ Secret to that - don’t get attached. ❜
  • ❛ It’s been a while since we’ve spoken. ❜
  • ❛ Why the breakup? Bad dental plan? ❜
  • ❛ Did you think I wouldn’t find out? ❜
  • ❛ And threats are taken care of quickly. ❜
  • ❛ I will pay you $500 right now for a pair of flats. ❜
  • ❛ Is everything okay? ❜
  • ❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜
  • ❛ Pretty awesome, huh? ❜
  • ❛ Have you been drinking? ❜
  • ❛ What did you do to your hair? ❜
  • ❛ You were dressed like a cowboy. ❜
  • ❛ In the history of bad ideas, this is light years ahead of everything. ❜
  • ❛ He’ll recover, he did before. ❜
  • ❛ It’s always been a roller coaster. ❜
  • ❛ Fast out of the gate, hit the drop, the turn, the loop, the screeching halt, then back in line to do it all over again. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll let you know when it’s over. ❜
  • ❛ What happened to me!? ❜
  • ❛ I didn’t want to hurt you. ❜
  • ❛ I’m not here to discuss my ex. ❜
  • ❛ And you must be crazy. ❜
  • ❛ The last person who betrayed me? I broke his larynx. ❜
Unilateral Decision (Endless Summer Fic Jake x MC)

Unilateral Decision
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine. I don’t own any of the characters of Endless Summer, I am just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.

Author’s Notes @jessicamckenzie  won my 200 followers draw and requested an angsty Jake x MC fic with a hopeful ending. Inspiration came pretty quickly for this one and I hope she likes it. This is set a few months after they get back from La Huerta.

Pairing- Jake/MC

Rating- PG

Summary- As their return to real life looms, Stephanie makes the decision to keep an important secret from Jake and it weighs heavily on her over the course of the next several months.

Words- 1233

“You could come to Costa Rica with me,” Jake said softly, tracing circles on my bare stomach, a gesture that made my heart ache for reasons I couldn’t voice, “if you want to, I mean.”

I bit my lip. I want that so badly, more than he could ever know, but… “Top Gun…”

His face fell and he quickly removed his hand, running it through his hair instead. “Forget it, it was a stupid idea.”

“It’s just…” I tried to think of a good excuse.

“I get it,” he told me quietly, “you have a life to get back to. Why would you want to give that up just to be with a fugitive.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “No hard feelings. I just… I want you to know that every moment with you has been amongst the best of my entire life, Princess, and I’ll never forget you.”

“I’ll never forget you either,” I whispered, wishing I could tell him my secret and that we could have a life together. 

“Stop second guessing yourself, you did the right thing,” Michelle told me a few months later at our regular girls night, “you had to do what was best for the baby.”

“Isn’t being a family what’s best?” I countered, picking at my food.

“You will be,” Grace promised me, “Aleister and I are doing everything we can to clear Jake’s name, using all of Rouke International’s resources and my mom’s connections to do so. Once we do, we’ll bring him back to the States and the three of you can be a family.”

“If he ever forgives me,” I countered. I’d spent every day since we’d gotten home wondering if I’d done the right thing by not telling Jake I was pregnant. When Michelle had first convinced me not to say anything it had seemed like the best decision, but as time passed I began to doubt myself.

“He will,” Quinn assured me, “he loves you, Stephanie. Maybe he’ll be angry, but he’ll understand that you did what you thought was best.”

“Maybe, but I lied to him,” I reminded them, “I once promised I’d never do that.”

“You didn’t lie,” Zahra corrected, “you omitted information. There’s a difference.”

“Trust you to point that out,” Michelle muttered, “however, she’s right, Stephanie. It’s not like he ever asked if you were pregnant.”

I looked at the last member of the group, who had been silent up until then. “What do you think, Estela?”

“You know what I think,” she said pointedly, “I think you should have told him. However, I agree with Quinn that he’ll forgive you because of how much he loves you.”

Her words should have made me feel better, but they didn’t. If anything they made me feel worse, because I knew she and Quinn were right and that he would forgive me. He’d put aside his hurt and anger because he loved me so much, even when I wondered if I really deserved it.

“Thanks again for coming with me,” I told Diego as we headed to my first prenatal class.

“No problem, Uncle Diego is on the job,” he assured me with a grin.

I tried to smile back but ended up sighing instead. As much as I loved Diego, I wished that Jake was the one at my side. “Do you think I did the right thing? Not telling Jake, I mean.”

Unlike the others, except for Estela, who had been vocal in their agreement that I had done the right thing, Diego had been silent, never voicing an opinion one way or another.

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug, “I can see both sides. I mean, here in the States you have your family and us, in Costa Rica, you’d just have Jake. Plus, it’s not exactly safe since he is a wanted man, but… At the same time, he is the baby’s father and deserves to know.”

“Yeah…” I agreed. Diego wasn’t saying anything I hadn’t told myself a million times. “Do you think he’ll forgive me?”

“Of course he will,” Diego said instantly, “he loves you, Stephanie. More than I’ve ever seen anyone love someone before. He would have done anything for you, he proved that time and time again. This is nothing.”

I knew his words were meant to cheer me up, but all they did was make me feel worse. Because Diego was right. Jake loved me. He really loved me, the forever kind of love, and I had made a huge decision about our future without consulting him.

The worst part was, that if he’d known about the baby, he probably would have urged me to go back to the States because it was the safest option. He would have done whatever was best for me and the baby, no matter how hard it was for him, without thinking twice. But I hadn’t even given him the option.

“We did it!” Grace yelled excitedly as she entered my apartment.

“Did what?” I asked, though I had a feeling I knew. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up.

“We have cleared Jacob’s name,” Aleister informed me, “his military record will be cleared and he can now return home without fear of arrest.”

Despite my considerable bulk, I got up off the couch with surprising quickness and threw myself at the pair, hugging first Grace and then Aleister. Grace hugged me back warmly while Aleister stood frozen, obviously uncomfortable with the show of affection.

“Yes, well, it was the least we could do after all he did on the island,” he said stiffly when I pulled away.

“What he means is that Jake is our friend and we’re glad to help,” Grace corrected, “he’s coming home, Stephanie. In time for the baby. Aleister is going to Costa Rica tomorrow.”

“I’m going with you,” I told him.

Grace and Aleister exchanged a look.

“Preposterous,” Aleister told me, “you are far too close to your delivery date to be flying to Costa Rica.”

“He won’t come back if I don’t,” I pointed out, “unless you tell him about the baby and that’s news that should come from me.” I was prepared to argue as much as I had to, but I was going to be on that plane. After everything, I owed it to Jake to talk to him face-to-face.

“Only if Michelle agrees to come with you,” Grace said finally, “just in case.”

36 hours later, I took a deep breath as I prepared to knock on the door of a cute little bungalow on the beach that Aleister assured me was Jake’s. He and Michelle had reluctantly agreed to let me go by myself, conceding that this was a private matter.

I was glad because I need to do this alone. I needed to tell Jake how sorry I was and beg him for forgiveness and that would be easier to do without an audience.

Finally, I gathered my courage and knocked.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” a very familiar voice called out from the other side. Just the sound of it had my heart racing.

A moment later the door opened and I gazed at the familiar form of the man I loved, who was currently frozen in shock, staring at my very pregnant belly.

“Hi, Top Gun, we need to talk.”

-          End

Got7: falling for their best friend

Jaebum:  this would really catch him off guard, and not in a good way. He’s used to having (almost lmao) everything under control, so the fact that he’s now in love with his best friend really wasn’t planned. He’d realize that he needed to tell you eventually, bc he can’t live knowing that someone else might come and take you away from him when he’s the only who deserves you. Totally would go overboard with the confession, spending so much on flowers and gifts, when the only thing he needed was padding bc you tackled him to the ground with kisses.

Mark:  would be so chill about it, you’d never even notice the change in his behavior. He might ask Jackson for some advice, but it’s only bc he’s really stuck and he doesn’t know whether you’d feel the same or not, and doesn’t want to ruin your perfect friendship. Gradually and slowly is the way to go, so often times you’d find his hand resting on your lower back and stroking your hair while you lay next to him on the couch. When he feels the moment is right, he’d take your hand and ask you not to laugh at him, and confess to you then.

Jackson:  everything has just become 100× more dramatic and extra to him. Can’t even put on clothes without tearing up and thinking about you and how he plans on telling you- IF he plans on telling you. Would legit ask anyone who’d listen, and gather as much confidence as he can before going in with the big guns (pun intended). He’d be so sweet to you, more than ever before, and ask if you’d ever thought about becoming more than friends. If you shut him down, he’d instantly apologize and never speak of it again, even though his heart is broken. But if you felt the same, this boy will cherish you and love you until the day he dies.

Jinyoung:  he’d be calm and collected, no one ever hearing a word from him while he’s planning on seducing you. He’d make it nearly impossible for you to resist him, and making it totally obvious that he likes you. Like Jackson, he’d understand if you weren’t ready for a relationship; but unlike him, he’d be bitter and salty until you finally admit you like him as well. Would be dead serious while telling you how he feels, despite himself, and remind you why you two were best friends in the first place. Then he’d move on to tell you that he always felt that you were something more than a friend, and he’d like a chance to try.

Youngjae:  freaks out whenever you’re around, and you’d remain confused until someone (Jackson) finally tells you what’s happening. Honestly I don’t see him ever confessing to someone face to face, so he’d settle on writing you a simple note or a long letter describing the way you make him feel, and why he’s so scared to confront you. He’s a hopeless romantic though, and will totally sweep you off your feet when the time is right, esp when you’re standing in the doorway and telling him that you felt exactly the same.

Bambam:  he’s confused at first bc he’s like…is this just another level for our friendship or am I really falling in love with this dork? It’s not until the members make a few comments about you two that he feels inclined to confront you, and see what exactly it is that you’re feeling. He feels silly actually saying the words and spilling his guts out, but for some reason it feels right and that he should’ve told you way before.

Yugyeom:  another hopeless romantic, but he’d actually act on it rather than wait. He tends to pick up on your emotions and expressions a lot, so he’d be able to tell pretty quickly if you liked him or not. He wouldn’t make it obvious too early on, in fear of making you uncomfortable or weirded out. He’d take his time and get even closer to you, showing you the emotional side he’s never really shown anyone before. Then eventually he’d confess, after making sure that you felt the same and that you aren’t going anywhere.

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anonymous asked:

If you have time to write please and thank you. Fic idea: framework fitz finds out Jemmas pregnant! And obvi its his.

Hi anon! Hope this is what you were looking for! 

Note: I kinda skimmed over the more action-y stuff, because I have no earthly clue what’s happening on Tuesday, so hopefully it still reads right.


“There you are!”

Startled, Jemma whirled around to find Daisy just entering the Playground through the entrance from the hangar, looking more than a little frazzled. “What are you still doing here?” she demanded. “May told me that takeoff was in an hour, no exceptions.”

Daisy scoffed, taking a few steps closer until they could speak in lowered voices so as not to be overheard. “Yeah, because I’m gonna leave you here. C’mon, Jemma.” She paused, then asked worriedly, “Where did you disappear to, anyway?”

Jemma bit back a grimace as she thought back on her little conversation with Alistair Fitz, but ultimately decided that it wasn’t worth getting into at the moment. “Just something that needed to be done.”

Daisy’s worry didn’t disappear, and instead only seemed to increase as she lowered her gaze, her brow furrowing. “Have you been feeling alright?”

Confused at the question, Jemma answered a bit uncertainly, “I’m fine…why? Are you alright?”

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Summary: In which Bucky mistakenly assumes he’s strong enough to see you again.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,214

A/N: Inspired by this Gilmore Girls gifset. Also, I’m officially back in school which means less frequent posting but I will write and post whenever I can. 

@avengerstories - you’re basically the Chris Traeger in my life and I couldn’t thank you more for that (or your editing assistance)

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

Bucky is happy for you. He is. He is (he’s hoping that, if he says it enough times, it’ll be true).

“Buck, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Bucky replies, making sure not to meet Steve’s blue eyes. If Bucky does, he knows he’ll say something that he can’t take back. Something that he means wholeheartedly, but doesn’t want to admit out loud. Once he does, it’ll be true. Undeniable. Real.

Then again, being here just proves that all of this is a nightmare that Bucky can’t wake up from.

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anonymous asked:

Coldwestallenwave, non-power au (:

  1. No powers means no Flash means no Reverse Flash means (at least in my happy little corner of the alternate world) Nora Allen never dies and Henry is never falsely imprisoned. 
  2. This of course means Barry doesn’t grow up with Joe and Iris. Instead he and Iris spend their entire childhood and adolescence still technically joined at the hip but not living under the same roof being raised by the same man, and it helps Iris clue into her feelings about Barry waaaayy earlier.
  3. Barry and Iris start “dating” in the sixth grade, and remarkably don’t break up until their senior year of high school. They both agree they need space to grow and learn more about themselves away from each other, and it’s awkward as hell their entire senior year. Iris goes to prom with the star of the basketball team and doesn’t have a date at all, yet they both spend the whole night watching each other across the dance floor when they think the other isn’t looking. 
  4. Iris and Barry both go to CCU, Iris for journalism, Barry for nursing (he admires doctors, he really does, but he’s seen the job drive his father prematurely grey and anyway, nursing feels a lot more like treating the patient than just the disease, and all Barry’s ever wanted to do is help people)
  5. Their sophomore year of college, after an excruciatingly long time of being “just friends” – being apart – Barry and Iris finally get back together. The time apart was good for them. It let Iris figure out who she is outside of “Detective West’s Kid” and “The Girl Dating Dr. Allen’s Son” and it let Barry explore his sexuality more and come to the point where he’s finally comfortable identifying as bi/ace. But on the other hand, my God does it feel good to be with each other again. 
  6. After Barry finishes school and gets his official nursing license, he and Iris move out of their parents’ homes and get a shitty apartment together in a shitty part of town, all they can afford with loan debts and Iris still in grad school getting her masters, but it’s home and they love it. 
  7. Barry proposes over a carton of Chinese takeout with a white sapphire that puts him out $250, which is simultaneously nothing and a fucking lot. Iris says yes before he has two words of the speech he spent three weeks planning out of his mouth, which is probably for the best, because he’s crying like a baby anyway. They both are. 
  8. Iris gets an internship at CCPN, which is where she gets the incredibly stupid idea to edge out the competition and earn a full time position by getting the exclusive story on a couple of big time thieves moving on mob territory in Central, which brings us to
  9. Len and Mick, whose backstories haven’t much changed much, except they’re married and have been since they just so happened to be on a job in Massachusetts in 2004, not that Len actively planned for it to work out that way, but that’s basically canon already, right? 
  10. Iris’ investigation takes her into incredibly dangerous territory she’s definitely lying to Barry about being in. Halfway through photographing evidence, a couple of goons from the Santini catch her in the act and point guns at her, and Iris is sure she’s done for, except the gunfire that follows doesn’t come from the Santinis and, surprisingly enough, isn’t directed at her. 
  11. That’s how Len and Iris are officially introduced, with bodies cooling at their feet and Iris five seconds away from a panic attack, but keeping it together better than Len ever expected from a civilian, and damn if that doesn’t impress him even more than her deep brown eyes and they way her clothes fit her like a second skin – and who flashes that much leg trespassing on a mob warehouse, anyway? 
  12. Len takes Iris out to a greasy, hole-in-the-wall diner to get her settled and avoid her going into shock while he calls Mick in to deal with the bodies at the warehouse. Iris is shaken but matches Len’s bravado about “people go missing all the time” and “certain things have a way of happening” and Len knows there’s no way he’s going to throw the young, aspiring journalist off her story, and he really doesn’t want to kill her. Something about the set of her jaw reminds him of someone he used to care about, and the faint smells of harissa and lamb. 
  13. Which is how Len starts acting as Iris’ inside source. He’s prickly about what information he will and won’t give her, and sometimes she pokes her nose where it doesn’t belong even after Len’s thrown her a bone he thought for sure would keep her out of things. They argue something fierce when that happens, but nothing like the night Iris ends up tied to a chair staring down the barrel of a Darbinyan’s gun and she’s more sure that she’s ever been that this is how she’s going to die. 
  14. Until Len shows up with some new gun she’s never seen before – a prototype he stole from STAR Labs, the same place that launched the wildly successful particle accelerator, Iris will learn later – that freezes every mobster solid like ice. He hits them with the hilt of the weapon on his way over for good measure, then he’s untying Iris from her chair, and Iris can’t even think to be nauseous over how gruesome and brutal Len was, how close she came to dying, because Len’s grabbing her by the elbow and pulling her to her feet, pushing her up against a chain link wall and yelling at her to never be so stupid again, and then he’s kissing her and… oh!
  15. Iris doesn’t mean to kiss back, doesn’t even realize she is kissing back until her engagement ring catches on one of the clasps on Len’s leather jacket that she’s always thought he looked so good in – always though thinking as much was innocent, harmless –  and she’s shoving Len back with a horrified gasp and fingers that fly so fast to her lips there’s no way Len doesn’t see the rock on her finger, even in the low, flickering lights of the warehouse. 
  16. Iris goes home that night sick with guilt. Len dropped her off a block away from her building, citing lingering concerns for her safety, but Iris isn’t so convinced it’s not because Len hoping to find something to say over the twenty minute car ride to make things right between them. When Iris puts her hand on the handle to get out, Len finally breaks the silence festering between them by croaking out a shaky admission of “I’m married” that only makes things worse. 
  17. Barry’s cooking breakfast on their crappy stove that only has one working burner when she gets home, just back from a shift at the hospital probably. He does that, cooks Iris breakfast when he has to work nights so they can spend at least some time together, and Iris feels like shit. Barry’s brow furrows, worried and surprised to see her just getting home instead of being in bed asleep, and Iris breaks down into a fit of tears before she can even slide the deadbolt in place. She tells Barry everything, and he cries too, and the eggs burn, and it’s not a good day. 
  18. Len meets back up with Mick at the warehouse to clean up the defrosting mobster pieces and keep the CCPD off their trail. Mick knows something’s off with Len from the moment he catches sight of him. Mick knows about Iris, knows her having such a close brush with death probably rattled Len a lot more than he was expecting, thinks he’s probably trying to wall up whatever clusterfuck of emotions are swirling behind his eyes like he always does when people get too close, like they both do, part of the reason they’ve been off about as much as they’ve been on over the last twenty-some odd years. He doesn’t expect Len to say, quiet but icy as Mick’s ever heard him, “I fucked up.” Partly because Len’s never one to admit his mistakes. But also because Mick’s pretty sure he made it clear – or as clear as he can without them ever really talking about it, because Mick can’t do talking, can’t get past the lump in his throat and the unshakable fear ever time he tries that promises he’ll say something wrong and fuck everything up – that making a move on Iris West was definitely on the table. 
  19. Mick and Iris meet for the first time a week later. There’s a huge power struggle between the Santini’s and the Darbinyan’s happening that’s sure to leave both sides gutted (which he and Len had nothing to do with, if anyone asks) and Mick can see how much Len’s itching to slip Iris some insider information. Idiot’s go the file all put together and everything. He’s just too chicken shit to make a move, won’t say what exactly happened the last time he tried – if he even did try – but it can’t be half as bad a Len’s building it up to be. He just the kind of guy that deals a lot of his own lashes, so to speak. 
  20. Mick corners Iris as she’s walking home through the park. It’s after dark and Mick knows going in it’s gonna give her a hell of a scare, but he can’t see another way to get to her, and she’s the one walking alone at night in a neighborhood like this like she’s got no reason to be afraid. He barely gets his hand around Iris’ wrist before she comes up with pepper spray from her purse and she gets him good in the jaw anyway, and even before she goes still enough to get a good look at her, Mick gets every bit of what Len sees. 
  21. Mick finally gets why Len’s so prickly when he sees the rock on Iris’ finger, when his introduction is met with her stammered apology that’s both contrite and lanced with an edge of genuine terror her never wanted to make a wildfire like her feel. Mick passes the envelope off, tells her no hard feelings, and leaves as quickly as he came before her soft lips and fierce spirit manage to drag him into whatever hell they’ve got Len burning in. 
  22. Iris wars over what to do with the information for an impressive two hours before running with the story. She’s not even surprised at her own behavior, unfair as it might be to Barry. This isn’t about her feelings. It’s about her career. Somehow, the pages still smell like Len – sandalwood and wintergreen and orange blossom – and Iris tries to pretend it doesn’t make her heart skip a beat. 
  23. Mick acts as Iris’ informant from then on. She tells Barry after she publishes her first article using Len’s information delivered through Mick, and Barry understands her obligation to her career, respects it even. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t start tagging along to info drops that turn more and more into strange, almost social outings the longer the arrangement goes on. After almost six months of Len running Iris intel through Mick, Barry and Iris meet Mick at a sketchy bar downtown and order hot wings and cheap beer and Iris doesn’t even realize until she and Barry get home that no information had even been exchanged – the meeting (or was it a date?) hadn’t even been set up under the pretext of doing as much. 
  24. The first time Iris sees Len again after the kissing incident comes when she runs into Mick dragging his listless body up the stairwell in her apartment building and Iris doesn’t even ask how or when Mick found out where she lives. She knows Mick knows Barry’s a nurse, and that’s the only thought she can process, the only thought that screams at her as she rushes forward to prop Len up on his other side and help Mick haul him up the last two flights of stairs. She doesn’t think about how the pit falls out of her stomach at the thought of losing Len, or that she’s bringing the man she had an affair with – if not physically, at least emotionally, Iris is a big enough girl to admit that much – to her fiancé to beg with him if she has to to save his life, or that the man who’s helping her do it is Len’s husband who she realizes, as she notices the cut on the the side of his cheek for the fist time, she’s just as worried about. 
  25. Iris’ cry for help is so chilling, haunting, it wakes Barry up in a cold sweat. He’s still in his underwear when he stumbles into the main room of their apartment and sees her and Mick carry in a man who’s either already dead or on his way fast. It registers with Barry that this has to be Len – Leonard Snart – criminal kingpin, subject of Iris’ past indiscretion. But the desperate look in Mick and Iris’ eyes alike keeps from even breaking stride. Barry’s wide away, directing Mick to lay Len down on the couch, rivers of blood and all, and yelling at Iris to get him his first aid kit and clean set of towels. 
  26. The fact that Len’s still breathing after Barry pulls two slugs out of him and stitches up close to a dozen knife wounds is a miracle. Mick sits vigil on the floor by Len’s head waiting for him to wake up and Iris stands as far away as she can manage in an apartment their size while still keeping an eye on Len, too. Eyes that look worried, but also incredibly guilty and self-loathing, and Barry feels every ounce of hurt and uncertainty leave him in one heavy breath. He presses along Iris’ side and holds her tight and whispers a soft “okay” in her hair that he follows up with a soft, delicate kiss, and Iris sags against him, buries her head in his shoulder, and cries, but this time, it’s with relief. 
  27. Len isn’t fit to go anywhere for a few days, and it sounds like it should be a disaster, but they adapt to it quickly, almost naturally. They give Len the bed as soon as he’s mobile and Mick stays with him, unwilling to leave his side, not that Iris or Barry blame him. Iris and Barry buy a shitty air mattress to lay out in the main room that always deflates by morning, but it’s not like either of them were repeatedly shot and stabbed, so they make it work. Barry comes back from grocery shopping with Mick one afternoon to see Iris curled up against Len’s side in the bedroom, both fast asleep, and it doesn’t make jealously well up in Barry’s throat like the thought it would. Barry and Mick cook supper together and Mick’s hands trail over Barry’s finger on the knife, against the small of his back as the navigate the tight space. They eat soup together around the same rickety table Barry proposed at nearly three years ago, and it feels oddly right