#damnit diego

[katsu28]

i don't know if you've done this, but a 🍭 “You told me not to worry about them.” with bradley bradshaw maybe??

thank you sm for requesting, my dear ari!! much love for u <3

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x aviator!reader, callsign Casper (like the ghost hehe), some swearing, 1.3k

They were just some harmless pranks; you could handle them. That was what you told Rooster over and over when he found out you were getting hazed by some other pilots in your squadron. It wasn't uncommon for stuff like this to happen to newer pilots, but damnit if he didn't hate seeing it happen to you. 

It was what he had to keep reminding himself when you called him at three in the morning one night and asked him to come pick you up from one of the shadiest districts in San Diego. His mind was reeling the whole car ride to you, because you’d sounded so quiet on the phone. Whether it was because you were embarrassed, upset, or even scared, he didn’t know. 

“Are you okay?” was his first question as soon as he’d put his car into park and rushed over to you, eyes squinting in the dingy, flickering streetlight to scan your whole body for any sign of injury. You just nodded, and when he seemed certain that there was nothing wrong with you, he frowned. “What the hell is going on? Why are you even out here this time of night?” 

“It was nothing, just another stupid prank,” You muttered, drawing your jacket tighter around yourself. Rooster’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” 

“Pranks are funny. This? Ditching you alone here of all places, that’s not a prank. That’s risking your life.” 

“You say it like I don’t do that for a living everyday.” You were joking, even though right now definitely wasn’t the time to be cracking one. 

Rooster’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Casper, okay? I know you wanna fit in and prove that you belong here, which you do, I know you do, but this hazing shit with your squad isn’t okay!” 

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You set off to the Bronco after that, effectively cutting the conversation short. Rooster was worried, you understood that, but every pilot went through this kind of thing. Making it through the pranks meant that you’d finally be accepted as a real part of your squadron, so you were fine with it. But Rooster had a problem with it, and he wasn’t afraid to tell you. Case in point. 

Rooster slid into the driver’s seat a few seconds later, turning to you and opening his mouth like he was going to say something, but decided against it, instead opting to just start driving. 

The atmosphere in the car was tense, to say the least. Neither of you wanted to break the charged silence, too headstrong to give in. 

Rooster was the first one to break a good while into the drive, voice defeated. “You told me not to worry about them, Y/N.” 

Y/N. Not your callsign. That was how you knew he meant business. 

“And you still don’t have to, Bradley. I have it under control.” And that was your stubbornness talking. It was one of the qualities you possessed that gave you the grit and determination you needed to make it this far in the game, and you’d be damned if you let a bunch of chauvinistic asses take it away from you. 

“If you had it under control, it wouldn’t’ve got this far. I can talk to those assholes, let ‘em know not to mess with you.” 

“Oh, and then what? I get let off the hook because my big scary Lieutenant boyfriend said so?” You scoffed, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “They’re never gonna take me seriously after that. So thank you for picking me up, but just leave it alone, okay?” 

“I’m just trying to help you!” 

“Help me?” You let out a humorless chuckle. “You don’t get it, do you? However hard it was for you to earn the respect of other pilots, it’s fifty times harder for me. Nobody takes me seriously because of who I am. What I look like. I need to prove that I’m just as tough as they are, and if they think I’m pulling favors from you, I’m right back where I started.” 

Rooster hesitated again, taking a second to digest your words. He’d never actually thought of it that way. He was so focused on what he could do to get them to stop that he never considered how that would bode for you. Rooster knew the type of guys your squad members were. Hell, he’d even been that type of guy at one point in his life. 

But you were right. If he stepped in, that would only make things even harder than they already were for you. And if they suspected you’d gone running to him to get him to pull his rank, maybe even escalate it further. 

“I’m sorry,” Rooster said softly, settling his free hand over your knee. You continued to stare out the window, jaw clenched tight so he wouldn’t see you falter.

He tried again, a different approach this time. “I get it. Finding a good groove with a new team is hard. You just wanna take it, muscle through whatever they throw at you. Show them that you can play with the big boys. But sweetheart, this is getting out of hand. Stupid pranks are fine; I’ve pulled a shit ton back in my day. But when it comes to compromising your safety, that doesn’t fly with me.” 

Your breath trembled as you exhaled, and Rooster noticed. He flicked on his blinker, maneuvering off to the side of the street and killing the engine in one smooth motion before swiveling to face you in his seat, one big hand coming up to cup your cheek. 

“I was really scared, Bradley,” You admitted, your words nearly a whisper. You leaned into his touch instinctively, fingers curling around his wrist. “I—I didn’t know if I should call you, or just find my way back on my own. I didn’t—I didn’t know what to do.” 

“Oh, my sweet girl,” He cooed, stripping off his seatbelt. You thought he would try to hug you from here, but instead he held up a finger, hopped out of the car and rounded the hood, pulling your door open to gather you in a much better hug than you were expecting. His arms folded around you just right, lips pressing into the top of your head, heart a comforting thud against your ear. “Thank you for calling me. Always call me, no matter what time it is. If I can be there, I’ll be there. And if I can’t, I’ll find a way.” 

“Thank you,” You mumbled, voice muffled against the softness of his hoodie. 

“Of course.” Rooster sighed, giving you one last good squeeze before holding you at arms length for what he was going to say next. “You’re a good pilot, Casper. I’ve seen you fly, you’re one of the best I’ve ever seen.” 

“Yeah well, you’re biased,” You said lightly, nudging his ribs with your elbow gently. 

“I’m not! Professionally speaking, as someone who’s seen dozens of pilots come in with the potential to become something great and fizzle out, I can honestly, truly say that you’re not one of them. You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, because you’re just that good.” 

“Are you trying to woo me and get me into your bed right now?”

Rooster’s cheeks flushed pink. “No! Well yes, eventually, but—stop distracting me! I mean it, okay? You’re going places. So tell those dickbags to knock it off, because chances are, if you’re as scary as I know you can be,” He earned another jab to the gut for that comment, “they’ll take the hint. Show them you’re not playing their stupid games anymore.” 

“I will.” Your fingers loosened their grip around his torso, lips quirking into a soft smile. 

“Good. I’m glad. And if they keep being jerks, I’ll gladly be of service.” He shrugged. “As your boyfriend, not Lieutenant Bradshaw. No pulling rank of any kind, I promise.” When you laughed, he straightened proudly, always pleased to be the reason you were happy. Some would even say it was his greatest mission in life. “Stay at my place tonight?” 

“Okay.” 

“See, now I’m trying to get you into my bed. I think it’s working too. Is it?” 

“Definitely.” 

[sorchathered]

Sacred New Beginnings- Chapter 7

A/N- we have a new header photo! Since the story has progressed into mainly Jake and Stormy’s relationship it seemed like it was time. This one is a little short and super angsty, don’t kill me!

Y’all send me some feedback after this chapter. I want to know what you’d like to see happen next!

Pairing- Jake Seresin x reader (OC Stormy)

Song inspo- “never let me go”- Florence and the Machine, “ if you need to, keep time on me”- Fleet Foxes

Summary-Stormy is on her first deployment with her new squad, missing their 6 month anniversary and gearing up for a hell of a mission.

Warnings- language, violence, injuries (it’s an angsty one guys)

The lumpy twin bed on the aircraft carrier didn’t do much in the way of comfort, but damnit you’d been having the best dream. You and Jake at some seaside restaurant, slow dancing and toasting to your anniversary. It had felt so real, when you’d startled awake by your alarm you could almost feel his warm embrace, tears welling up in your eyes as you came back to reality. You were in the middle of the Atlantic, nowhere near San Diego, and today you and Jake had been together 6 months.

You’d gotten your deployment papers and shipped out almost a month ago, infrequent emails and the occasional phone call all you had to hold on to, along with a handful of letters and photos Jake had printed for you to decorate your bunk to spruce up the empty space you’d call home for the next 2 months. Long distance had been hard, but being deployed without him was a whole other level of pain. For years you’d worked together as pilot and WSO, enduring the shitty conditions and battling the homesickness as a team, doing this alone with a brand new team was a choice you’d make all over again but the loneliness stung no matter how you sliced it. Startled by a sharp knock to the cabin door you threw the covers back and called out for them to wait. It was Viper, your front seater who had become a damn good friend the past few months of integrating with your new team. He and his husband had welcomed you with open arms, game nights at their home and family dinners on Sundays were infamous in your squad, you truly did love this group of misfits despite missing the Daggers something fierce.

Flinging the door open to his smiling face you felt a little lighter, “Come on kid, let’s get some breakfast in you, we’ve got a hell of a day ahead of us! You can dream about your golden boy later!” He let out a cackle as your cheeks tinged in embarrassment and patted you on the head, ushering you both towards the mess hall in preparation for another long and tedious day of maneuvers.

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On the opposite coast Jake is feeling much of the same, he had complete faith the two of you could weather any storm but the longing he felt without you took his breath away sometimes. He’d never loved anyone like this before, and he’d certainly never been the one waiting for his loved one to come back from deployment. How did spouses do this every day? Just sending the ones they love off to far away places for months at a time and praying to whatever deity existed that they’d come home safely, it was a selfless burden he’d never take for granted again. He checked his email as he inhaled his breakfast, seeing an email and photo attachment from you and he nearly tripped over himself to open the message. There you were, half unzipped flight suit with your cleavage on display, blowing a kiss into the camera just for him. But it was the message itself that sent him over the edge, you explaining in graphic detail all the ways you wanted him to take you apart when you were re-united, how much you loved him and couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. He was the luckiest bastard on earth, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. He held his phone up, took a selfie of his shirtless form and messy bed head, sending you kisses from across the world and typing out a quick reply. “Just a little longer Stormy, it’s you and me baby we can do anything, you’re my moon and stars baby girl I love you. Kick ass today, and thank you for the best 6 months of my life. Love, Jake.”

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The day which started relatively normal, went to shit almost instantly. The mission had to be moved up, enemies were in the area; pirates hired by a foreign nation to carry out a terrorist attack against the very vessel you were sailing on. Your COC wanted a team in the air within the hour to take them down and it left everyone scrambling to throw together a plan and get to their aircrafts. You’d had a bad feeling gnawing at you from the moment they described the plan of attack; two much could go wrong and there wasn’t enough information about the kind of weaponry the enemy had trained on them. Viper gave you a pointed look to keep it to yourself, he didn’t feel good about it either but time wasn’t on anyone’s side today, better to keep your head down and do whatever was needed to survive.

It was a shitstorm, between the enemy aircraft on everyone’s backs their warship seemed to have a never ending supply of missiles, raining down explosives from every direction. It was a dogfight no one had expected and with what was truly a miracle you all made it out alive, barreling across the sky back to the carrier. As you all made your descent warning lights began to appear on your radar, something was coming in hot and it was headed for the ship. You were calling out coordinates while everyone rallied into a formation to see if they could take it out, but it was too late; it had been a diversion. Heat seeking missles were drawing in from another round of jets, and it was either take out the jets or risk everyone on the carrier. Just as Viper began to howl in victory over his first air to air kill, an explosion landed on your left side, taking out the wing and sending you both plummeting. You could barely hear yourself screaming to eject, heartbeat roaring in your ears, your last thought before being flung from your fa/18 was of Jake.

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It had been a boring day filled with lectures and Jake couldn’t be more happy to get the hell out of the school house, a beer and sports highlights were calling his name. He’d made it halfway through the lot before he heard someone calling his name, more like screaming it as they hurdled towards him through the parking lot. It was Cyclone’s assistant, gasping for air as she told him he was needed immediately in the admiral’s office, it was an emergency. He felt his heart sink, the only reason your godfather would need him for an emergency was you, and he took off towards the building as fast as his body would carry him. Flinging the office door open was unprofessional but he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit, he knew something was wrong and when he crossed the threshold Beau Simpson’s normally callous demeanor was gone, tears in his eyes as he looked up at Jake.

“What?!” He gasped, “Don’t sugar coat it Sir, just tell me, where is she?” Jake was shaking uncontrollably now, if you were gone it would be the end of him.

“She’s alive, but her injuries are severe. She’s being transported to Walter Reed as we speak, and you and I are heading there as soon as possible. She’s been placed in a medically induced coma.”

Jake’s knees hit the floor, and the tears began.

Jake Seresin Masterlist

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[escapedaudios]

Ok future series planned, with introductory synopses.

My Greasefire Life (Slice of Life, Satiric Comedy): A theater school graduate relegated to working at a Burger restaurant with a theatrical gimmick befriends a night shift server from the Denny's that he dramatically broke up with his girlfriend at. On the same night, he befriends the profoundly stupid but oddly wise rugby player that his girlfriend cheated on him with. Together they try and fix their pathetic lives.

Neon Memoriam (Drama, Supernatural, High Romance): After helping to set Raven's life right from beyond the grave, the haunting ghost of Crow ponders his purpose. He is met by a swan, who reveals herself as a beautiful scythe-wielding angel clad in white. She is the angel of death that was meant to take his soul to the afterlife years ago, but for some reason was unable to. Together they he accompanies her through her day to day life as a reaper, as they explore Crow's own life and death to come to understand his nature and destiny.

Matador Oscuro (Action Adventure, Gothic Horror, Drama): 24 years after the events of Matador Gothic, a newly turned vampire couple struggles to survive in a compound of fledgling vampires. The vampires quickly turn on each other to compete for prey and power. To worsen matters, a deadly attack by a Matador Gótico named Diego Villaba (son of Alfonso Villaba) on their compound sends them running. As the sole survivors, these two not-quite-in-love lovers resolve to go on a journey of vengeance across Spain to find the vampire who turned them into monsters and destroy him, all while being relentlessly pursued by Diego Villalba.

My True Love is Dead (Slash and Basher sequel): After the events of the Reddening, time is unable to turn back in Slasher's world. Slash ressurects naturally as a ghoul, a natural ability of slashers, but Basher does not. Learning from the Reaper that this is because Slash has supplanted Basher's territory by surviving The Void Maverick a few minutes longer, they make a deal with death to go on a dangerous quest to ressurect the Basher.

Blue Infinity Season Two (Nautical Fantasy, Alternate History): After being captured by the feared pirate Blind Simon, Lass learns the reason why Simon seeked her out. Knowing that her pendant has something to do with ending The Drift, Simon resolves to destroy it, knowing that the end of The Drift would mean the end of pirate domination over the Blue Infinity. When she refuses, she flees overboard and is rescued by Fletcher and a siren who's voice Simon once loved. Together they go on a journey to end The Drift, culminating in a battle of destiny against Blind Simon and the crew of Persephone's Bleeding Heart.

I'm going to make this happen come hell or high water god damnit. Desmond ASMR is still in, though it's gonna take some patience from me.

[daniigh0ul]

tag yourself i'm the unphased trio in the background

prev || next context + transcript under the cut. big shout outs to @madebycoffee for the poses <3

some contextual worldbuilding: werewolf pups are werewolves who have not shifted yet and do not have control of their abilities. while the abilities are innate for diego because he inherited them, it's still something that has to be honed in on. the werewolves he meets have the advantage of 1) embracing their werewolf nature, and 2) being in a pack so they have each other as mentors to learn from and refine these skills. even more context, rough housing is really common in packs. but still, lou bullying diego would be equal to a lab fighting a yorkie lol.

transcript:

LOU: In wolf mode, I can bench at least 350 lbs. Diego walking toward the abandoned steel factory. Lou stops talking to sniff the air. LOU: Who the fuck are you? Get lost. DIEGO: Just passing through, man. LOU: Get lost, runt. DIEGO: It's a free country. Just let me g— Rory exits the werewolf tunnels to her usual haunt, the abandoned steel factory. She sees her pack lounging around and a newcomer. She smells the anger before she hears it in Lou's voice. LOU: I can smell the fear on you, pupsqueak. Bet you haven't even shifted yet. DIEGO: Get out of my face, you freak. LOU: What are you gonna do about it? DIEGO: Fuck y— Rory sees Lou punch the kid and runs. RORY: Ah, damnit. RORY: HEY. LOU. STOP THAT RIGHT NOW. Lou is distracted by Rory's commanding voice. Diego takes the opportunity to roll them over. Diego cannot process any thought. Blood. Flesh. Rip. Tear. Throat. He is snarling. No part of him wants to stop. Lou's laugh cuts through him. Diego snaps back to his senses. Both look up at the commanding presence before them. RORY: Care to explain? DIEGO: He attacked me for no reason. LOU: He has a punchable face and I'm not sorry. RORY: Lou, you're too old to be fighting pups. LOU: Aw. It was just a bit of fun. Wasn't it, pupsqueak? DIEGO: What did you call me? Diego is still too close to the brink and he goes to fight Lou. Lou holds him back with his hand with little effort. LOU: Runt of the litter can't even get a punch in. RORY: Listen, chucklefucks. Stop that. Lou, go for a run. Kid, we should talk.

[thatlovinfeelin]

Flightless Bird | one | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw X OC

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

A/N: The short first part to the beginning of what will hopefully be a long series. No Rooster in this first part, mainly just setting up the relationship with Hangman and Jose. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it as much as I already am.

“Well shit,” The young girl hissed, holding several pieces of paper in her hand, “Damnit.”

She looked up at everyone running around her in the airport, slipping by her as if she was nothing but a leaf in the breeze. She felt like nothing other than a leaf, blowing aimlessly with no control over her destination. Even on her shaky legs, she found her way to a nearby bench before she pulled out her phone. 

“Okay,” She blew out a breath, “Okay, you can do this.” 

She glanced at one of the papers and started to type the number into her phone. Her hands were shaking so badly she had to try a few times before getting the right numbers in. Her body ached and her stomach turned. She wasn’t even sure if she had anything left in her body to throw up, but she felt like she was going to start heaving again. 

After a few more minutes of trying to force herself to press the call button, she finally managed it, slowly bringing the phone to her ear. Her body shook like she could break into sobs at any moment, truth was she might. 

“Hello?” a female voice rang out from the other end of the phone. 

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I’m looking for Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Do I- do I have the right number?”

“Oh, yeah sorry, one second.”

There was some white noise from the other end, followed by quiet voices, “Hey, wake up. You have a phone call.”

“What? Who’s calling this early when we have leave?” He was obviously asleep two seconds earlier, voice thick and groggy. 

“I don’t know, some girl.”

“I promise I know nothing about-”

“I’m not worried, Bagman. Take the phone, I’ll order room service.”

She heard a long sigh, before the sound of the man clearing his throat. Suddenly she was even more nervous, yet somehow strangely calm. Because she knew he would make sure she was okay, he would take care of her and protect her like he always had before. 

“Hello?” His old southern draw wasn’t nearly as thick as it once was, but the sound of it still brought her peace. 

“Well, hello Jakey Poo, it’s been a long while, hasn’t it?” She forced herself to sound normal, even if she was ready to break.

“Jose? What’s going on, why are you calling?” 

“I need you to come get me, Jakey. Please.”

She could almost imagine him sitting straight up in the bed, flinging the covers off at the sound of that. He was undoubtedly ready to spring into action, just like he always was. She wanted to cry, she wanted him to hold her and somehow make her believe everything could be okay again. 

“Jose, where are you? Where’s your husband?” He frantically asked her. 

“It’s a long story. I’m at the airport here in San Diego, I got your number from some of our old friends. Just… please Jake, I’ll explain it all later, just please. I need you to-” She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, she wouldn’t cry in the middle of an airport, not again, “I need you to come get me, Jake, please.”

“Shit, okay, give me a few minutes alright,” He said quickly. 

She could hear him moving around on the other end of the line. Explaining to the woman he was with that he had to go, but would be back as soon as he could. It made her heart ache, hearing how sweet and gentle he was with her, hearing him say that he loved her before walking out. It was everything she didn’t have anymore, but that didn’t stop her from being happy for him. Jake deserved the very best that life had to offer, he always did. 

“Alright, I’m on my way Jose, just stay put. Okay darlin, can you do that?” 

“I’m not sure if I could move even if I wanted to,” She admitted, “It’s been a long few days.”

“Okay, I’ll call you the second I’m close,” He promised, “I’m coming sweetheart, I promise.”

And so she waited for him to come rescue her once again, just like he did throughout their childhood. From her parents, from boys that mistreated her and petty girls in the school hallways. This time wouldn’t be so simple though, this wasn’t a simple rumor or a group of boys he could just fight off. This was bigger than all of that, because now this was her life.

[fiveapocalypse]

Five: if you give me four chocolate bars I might let you in

Klaus: but I only have HALF a chocolate bar

Five: no entry!

Klaus: that’s not fair….

Five: it’s MY pillow for and I make the rules!

Viktor: can I come in the fort? I don’t have any chocolate though

Five: you can come in :)

Klaus: oh so he gets to go but I don’t?

Five: give me fucking chocolate and maybe I’ll make an exception

Allison: no cursing. Put a quarter in the swear jar

Five: damnit—wait no I mean fuck, shit, heck, hell, GAH!

Klaus: with all those quarters, you can buy yourself a dozen chocolate bars.

Five: get off my lawn!

Klaus: it’s not a lawn! It’s the living room floor!

Five: GET OFF

Viktor: I think one of the walls collapsed

Five: this is all Klaus’s fault

Klaus: I didn’t do anything!

Five: my CHOCOLATE

Klaus: I have HALF A BAR. YOU DONT EVEN WANT IT

Five: get off my lawn. See this? It’s my cane, I will hit you with it

Klaus; that’s not legal!

Five: have I ever cared about what’s legal? OFF!

Diego: he’s right. He’s never cared about legality

Klaus: you are all so mean

Five: and you don’t have my chocolate. Begone! Perish! Remove yourself from my sight!

Klaus: would I be allowed back in if I got you hot cocoa

Five: ……perhaps

[ask-dinopants]

I don't want your affections.

I bet your hands are sticky like a toddler's.

Good then! Why would I associate with such a cheap bastard?! And I'm keeping the money! And for the last time, I wear gloves damnit! My hands are clean as a whistle! - Diego

He acts like one, too. - Hot Pants

[amazingmsme]

A Strange Thing To Miss

AN: I know this is late, but damnit I’m gonna finish this! Midterms & homework set things back, but I hope to get the next 2 fics out real soon. Here’s everyone’s favorite ghost bro being cheeky & facing the consequences. Enjoy! 

When Klaus turned around to grab the butter from the fridge, he wasn't expecting to see Diego standing right there. He jumped, clutching his chest with one hand, spatula gripped tight in the other.

"Goodness, Diego! I swear, we need to tie bells on your shoes, you can't just sneak up on people like that!" he mildly scolded, retrieving the butter from the fridge for his grilled cheese.

"Sorry. I need to ask you something," he explained, crossing his arms. Klaus looked at him expectantly, excitement in his eyes.

"You need to ask me something? This ought to be good," he scoffed in amusement. Diego rolled his eyes.

"Shut up man, I'm serious."

Klaus schooled his features and gave him his attention. "Okay, I'm listening."

Diego looked at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Is uh, is Ben messing with me? Be honest."

The question completely caught him off guard, causing him to flip the grilled cheese out of the pan. "Oh shit, one sec," he mumbled, picking it up by a corner and dropping it back in the pan. He looked at Diego, who was studying him intently now. "Funny you should ask."

"It's a yes or no question Klaus."

"Yes, okay? He said he's bored. He misses messing with you guys."

Diego didn't know what to think. The idea of a ghost, any ghost even if it was his brother, unsettled him. For the longest time he didn't want to believe Klaus. He didn't want Ben to be stuck here, wandering lost in the afterlife. He didn't want that for his brother. But he was here, and Klaus was taking care of him in a way. And he was still their Ben. A smirk found it's way onto his face.

"Heh, figures."

"Why, what'd he do?" Klaus asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"He uh, he messed with my knives."

"Uh oh," Klaus ooed childishly, earning a smack to the back of his head.

"I'm serious man, it wasn't funny. I went to the bathroom and came back literally a minute later. All my knives were balancing on each other with the tips pointed at me. Freaked me the hell out, and I just wanted to make sure it wasn't something to worry about."

Klaus was impressed by his brother's apparent ability to manipulate the material world, especially since he made a fuss any time Klaus asked him to do something. He chuckled, a wide grin firmly in place. "Wow, he's getting creative."

"Well tell him to knock it off? I'd rather just see him or feel a hand on my shoulder to know he's there. Not- that."

"Why not tell him yourself?" he asked, sliding the sandwich from skillet to plate. The question caught Diego off guard and he shifted uncomfortably.

"W-well I don't really know where he is, or if he's listening, and besides, you said he's bored. I uh, shouldn't ruin his fun, y'know?"

"I'm a little shocked. You're going soft," Klaus mused, taking a large bite of the grilled cheese. His eyes rolled back and he hummed in delight.

"Excuse me?"

"The Diego I know would never let Benny boy get away with messing with your knives, even if he is dead." He spoke in a deadpan, resting a hand on Diego's shoulder. He brushed him off.

"The hell are you talking about?" he snapped, not sure what Klaus was getting at.

"Do you really not remember the brutal punishments you'd dish out to anyone who dared touch your precious knives?" he asked. Diego rolled his eyes.

"Brutal is a bit, dramatic, don't you think?"

"But you agree I have a point." Diego had to give him that one.

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

"Would you like to get him back?"

Now that got his attention.

When Klaus and Diego walked into the library, Ben didn't spare a second glance. He couldn't fathom why either of them would be there, but he currently couldn't care less, nose stuck in a book.

Only when Diego waltzed right up to the table in the corner he was sat at, did he think something was amiss. Even though he couldn't see him, Ben shifted in his seat and eyed him carefully. Diego shot Klaus a look, earning a nod of confirmation.

"Hey Ben. I know you're here, or at least Klaus says you are."

Ben immediately looked at him, hanging on his every word. It'd been far too long since his other siblings addressed him directly. He realized it was a strange thing to miss.

"Your knife trick was pretty good. You got me man," Diego said, a proud smirk tugging at his lips. He held his hand up for a fist bump. Ben let out a surprised chuckle, reaching out to bump their fists together. He didn't expect his hand to actually make contact, and he looked over at Klaus, his own hands glowing blue.

"Thanks man."

"Don't thank me yet," Klaus said cheekily. Ben was about to ask what he meant, but Diego snatched him by the wrist and pulled him into his lap. Ben blinked in surprise; it all happened so fast he barely knew what had happened.

Diego grinned evilly at his brother. "You seem to have forgotten the consequences for messing with my shit," he growled, wasting no time and dug his wiggling fingers into Ben's tummy.

He was rewarded with a surprised squeal, followed by loud, carefree laughter.

"Diegohoho nohoho! W-why?" he choked out between growing hysterics. He'd always been fairly sensitive, but the lack of this particular sensation over the years meant a major shock to his system when he finally felt it. It was just as maddening and torturous as he remembered. And just as fun.

"Because I don't want you thinking you can fuck with my knives whenever you want. And, honestly, because this is fun as hell," he teased, vibrating a clawed hand on his stomach. Ben thrashed in his lap, shrill giggles and snorts filling the air. He reached up, hiding his face in his hands.

"Oh no you don't," Diego mused, drilling his thumbs in his armpits to make his arms come crashing down.

As Ben was sent into further hysterics, he realized just how much he missed this. How much they all had missed this. And what a strange thing to miss.

[nadiahernandez]

Task 01

001. what is your full name?

Nadia Hernandez

002. what is your parents names? (what was their occupation?)

Jose and Marie Hernandez. My father owned a small business and my mom was a stay at home.

003. do you have any allergies, diseases or other physical weaknesses?

Thankfully, no i don't

004. write a full physical description of yourself. you might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

If you're trying to set me up with someone, no need. Im married. Sorry fellas. Im kidding. I'm 5'7 with brown eyes and black hair. I weigh about 120 pounds and m style would be chic. I have a few scars here and there on my body from training and trying to survive.

005. to which social class did you belong in before the outbreak?

working class

006. are you right- or left-handed?

right-handed

007. what does your voice sound like?

Hmm some would say its soft.

008. what words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

Damnit and shit. Dont ask why, it has become second nature to me to just say those words.

009. what was your first kiss like and with who?

Great and with my now husband.

010. do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? are you in love right now?

I do believe it in because i found mine. His name is Diego. I love that man so much that i'll love him until my very last breath. @annihilvtion

011. how do you feel about marriage?

Look, i'll be honest. Marriage is tough. Its a partnership that will have its ups and downs but if you and your spouse are willing to work together to make it work, then it's no sweat.

012. who are / is your best friend? what do you like about them?

Hmm currently dont have one but i do plan to make one while im here.

013. when was the last time you were hurt? who did it?

when i was on my way here to Jackson. I ran into trouble and got hurt by some prick.

014. talk about one person you've met recently and what did you think of them?

Can i get back to you on that?

015. would you say that you're more of a leader or a follower?

I would say leader. I get shit done quickly.

016. when was the moment you really realized that the outbreak wasn't going away? that your life was completely changed? if you were a kid, when do you think you realized you grew up?

when it became an all out war between the infected and non infected. when the bullet struck down my little girl as we were trying to run away.

017. what's your weapon of choice?

Honestly, im not sure. Anything can be used as a weapon

018. what do you look for in a partner? or describe what your dream partner would be like? what do they look like? what color is their hair? how tall are they? what's their attitude like? be descriptive.

Do i need to answer this if i already have my dream partner?

019. what are you afraid of? tangible and unavoidable? (tangible: spiders, ghosts, snakes / unavoidable: aging, dying)

Snakes for sure, those little, slithery shits freak me out. An unavoidable thing im afraid of. Losing Diego.

020. what is your worst memory?

The night my daughter died in our arms.

021. What is your favorite memory?

The day she was born and instantly had a smile on her face.

022. what’s your reputation with the people around you. do they like you? dislike you? why?

Not sure, haven't met a lot of people to give them an impression.

023. if you could relive one memory, one last time which would it be?

A early sunday morning, cooking breakfast with Nova and Diego. Nova is making her mickey mouse pancakes. Diego accidentally burning the toast.

024. when you were a kid were you bullied or teased? for what?

Nope, never had any problems with people.

025. if you could tell your younger self something, what would it be?

Don't leave Diego's side. You two are partners in life, be there for each other or you'll regret it.

026. what is a goal you want to accomplish before you die?

Hmm not quite sure.

027. if you could pick anyone in town to tell your life story, who would it be and why?

Umm again not sure.

028. do you believe there is or could be a cure to be made? and do you think that it could restore humanity?

I would hope so, this shit needs to end.

029. if the outbreak never happened, what would you have wanted to do for a living?

I would've probably been a teacher.

[beanzbeanz001]

My 2022 Klaus + Diego fanart vs my 2019 Klaus + Diego fanart

I was a big fan of floating Klaus back than and god damnit I still am why isn’t that canon yet

[1zashreena1]

Here, take this old short snippet from early on in their relationship

Rated E for sex toys, mentions of dick, Murder Panther being Murder Panther

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Bring your vibrator⚡🔋

That's it. That was the whole text from Diego. At 4:42 in the morning.

He's probably asleep now, but you have to answer him. Its impossible to ignore Murder Panther.

Its only Wednesday. Do you have any chill?

Getting him riled up is half the fun. You start to head for the bathroom when the little bouncing dots appear. Oh god, he is awake.

No. What are you wearing

You're not even mad. A pic of your bare feet in the bathroom disappears into the ether. You get a pic of his pants abandoned on the floor.

Now get in the shower Princess

Okay, you really do send him shower nudes because you can hear the growl and you like it. But the video he sends you almost makes you late for work.

So. Much. Dick.

[faccal]

A tiny little snippet inspired by The Night We Met by Lord Huron

For @tokillamockingbird427 this is their song, it really is. Thank you for reminding me of this wonderfully tragic song, and for inspiring me to create a one-shot with it. It's in the works!

I'm going to write a better, and full one-shot in the future, but for now, here is what I wrote.

Take me back to the night we met

I can't tell myself what the hell I'm supposed to do

I had all and then most of you some and now none of you, take me back to the night we met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the Ghost of you.

Keegan stares mournfully over at Merrick and Hesh, the younger sitting on a table, bandages nearly covering his entire torso, two faint bloodstains still visible from his fight with Rorke. Merrick stands to the side, protective and father-like.

"Keegan." He states, sighing heavily. "I'm sorry, he's gone."

He can't accept it, will not accept it. Just this morning they had seen each other. They had laughed over Keegan's too dark coffee and Logan's scrambled eggs. Everyone had filled up, stress from the impending attack wearing everyone thin. Logan had cracked a joke, some shitty, stupid dad joke, one Elias may have told him when he was little. That joke was all it took to relieve at least some of the tension.

Keegan remembered the way Logan's eyes twinkled, brown eyes full of warmth and love, directed at Keegan so strongly.

"No." He chokes, stepping back, bumping against the door frame.

Merrick wants to move, to grab his friend and offer his support, yet he knows it isn't what Keegan wants.

"Hey, Keegan, can I ask you something?" Logan had asked, almost a week ago.

"Sure, kid, what's up?" Keegan replied, smirking at Logan's eye roll.

"Look I just..." He sighed, looking down, his hair falling into his eyes as his mind fought itself on what to say. "We've discussed this before but, when this is all over, can we leave?" He had looked up, eyes full of hope and also fear. Fear of rejection, fear of losing his family, fear of losing the man he loved.

"Leave?" Keegan had asked, even though he had known what Logan meant.

"Yeah, maybe head to your home town, or the countryside. Somewhere far away from here, from San Diego, from Rorke and the Feds—"

"Rorke will be dead." Keegan stated so quickly and full of certainty, Logan had to pause.

"Can...can we still leave?" He asked softer now, brown eyes searching Keegan's desperately. It had reminded him of that day in No Man's Land. Logan didn't speak much in the beginning. He kept close to Hesh and let him do the talking. His brown eyes had been serious, stern, much like Elias's.

Keegan had reached forward, taking Logan's cheek in his palm. The younger sergeant leaned into the touch, eyes downcast, and sad. "When this is over, when I come back from my mission, you and Hesh from yours, we'll go anywhere you want."

Logan met Keegan's cool gaze. "Riley too?"

"Yes, he deserves a break after the hell he's been though." Keegan took a step forward, cupping Logan's face in both hands now. "I'll go anywhere you need." He whispered against Logan's lips, hooded eyes soft, sad, and expressing his love for Logan in its entirety.

Logan smirked, bumping his forehead against Keegan's. "Okay then." He had placed a chaste kiss to Keegan's lips, eyes remaining closed even as he pulled away. "Good night, Keegan." His hand had slipped from Keegan's slowly, before the younger male left the room.

"He's not gone." Keegan mutters, head falling back against the wall. "He's still here."

"Keegan—" Merrick starts.

"He's still here!" Keegan screams, his baritone carrying across the room and startling a nurse into dropping something made of glass in the next room.

"He's. Gone. Keegan." Merrick enunciates. "Gone! Rorke has him! He's not here damnit!"

Keegan launches forward, ready to make Merrick hurt the way he hurt. His heart ready to explode, stomach yanked in knots, knees weak and hands trembling.

The memory of his first meeting with the Walker brothers flashes before his eyes and he chokes. Merrick had saved Logan from the wolf ready to kill him. Keegan was there too, ready to group with Elias's sons and grab Ajax. He hadn't paid much mind to Logan at the time, far too focused on his brother. Keegan wished more then ever to have looked at Logan better that day. To have seen his disheveled hair, handsome face and brilliant eyes. Quick glances left much for Keegan to imagine on his own before getting a better look at the littlest Walker once he and Elias had rescued them.

He wished he could be there again, staring at Logan, listening to Merrick bark orders at them. He wished he could go back, before this, before Rorke took his lover, even before Rorke took Ajax.

Now more than ever, Keegan wished he could go back to that day in No Man's Land, to meet Logan again for the first time, to fight alongside him. To be beside him.

"I can't lose him too." He finally mumbles, sliding to the floor, knees pulled to his chest like a child.

"Keegan.." Merrick's concerned tone falls on deaf ears as Keegan's mind replays memories of he and Logan on missions, walks, and even a picnic date they brought Riley along for.

"Take me back." He breathes, heart ready to burst as he buries his head against his knees. He felt like a scared child, and maybe he was. Perhaps this was all some horrible nigtmare and he'd wake up in his mother's arms.

This is real though, Logan is gone.

"I'll get him back." Keegan chokes, flinching when Merrick's hand finds his shoulder.

"I know." He says softly.

"I will get him back." Keegan snaps. Anger fighting alongside his sorrow, boiling inside his ribcage. "I'm going to get him back." He repeats, angry, sorrowful, hate filled eyes meeting Merrick's. His CO can't decide which emotion shows stronger in Keegan's eyes, but he recognizes the look. It's the same look Keegan had when Elias delivered the news of Ajax being taken. The same look he had when they told him Rorke had fallen.

"You will, Keegan. You will get him back, and we'll be right there beside you." Merrick grips Keegan's shoulder tighter. "We do this together, as one."

"As Ghosts." Hesh adds, and it takes everything in Keegan to not snap at him. He knows it isn't Hesh's fault Logan was taken, he knows, and yet, still he finds himself directing his anger, and blame, towards him as well.

"Together." Keegan agrees. "Together."

[lunamadrigal]

Seeing the great art of OCs in oddly specific shirts... Damnit. How badly I need the boys in any of these... Perhaps possibly completely oblivious (bless poor Diego) to said shirt.

[ohlexa]

don't hate what you are, what you are is beautiful. oh my god OH MY GOD. that line!?! i was hooked. like instantly they had my heart in a vice grip and my only thought was, fuck, no. because i pretty much knew how it ended. i've never been more thankful for writers. i'm already half way through sixth to the ninth hour and they weren't wrong, it's incredible. i'm pretty picky and i don't know these characters all that well yet, but it feels perfectly in character. exactly what i was looking for tbh. i know you prefer au but i highly recommend it.

do you have any headcanons for them? what's your favorite scene? did this fandom go through the whole top/bottom debate we seem to love to have? are there any must watch moments or interviews with the actresses? do you have *one* single favorite fanfic for them? fave fan video? i'm sorry for all the ? but i need more damnit 😅

Seriously - what would we do without the fandom creators?! I have Sixth to the Ninth Hour bookmarked so I'm hoping to start it soon - I'm glad you're enjoying it!

Okay, headcanons....🤔...well, I've always loved the idea that Ava loves space. (Don't even get me started on the whole Ava can't move and is literally tethered to the earth vs. that shit doesn't matter if you're in space so OF COURSE she's going to love space conversation....) And you know how her bed in the orphanage was right below a window? Well, sometimes Diego would sneak over, open the blinds, lay down next to Ava and they'd look at the stars together and make awful puns about them (so awful that most times Ava would say "I'm starry! I'm starry!"...ya know how it is). So couple this with Ms. Encyclopedia Brown (am I aging myself with that reference??) that is Beatrice No-Last-Name and it's just perfect. Beatrice spouts all about Greek and Roman astronomy and the little she knows about astrophysics (which, of course, is way more than the average person) and Ava eats it all up.

And while I've never been to Switzerland, I can only imagine how beautiful the starry sky looks like over there. Beatrice surprises Ava one day with a telescope and they spend the entire night looking at all the constellations they can find. Ava's looking up, her face full of wonder while Bea can't help but stare at Ava...because well, you know how it is.

Oh, and that hat Ava wears throughout s2? Bea totally bought that for her, too.

It's so tough to choose a favorite scene (THERE ARE SO MANY), but I'd probably go with their night dancing and drinking at Bar La Vasseur. I find myself going back and rewatching that scene the most. So yeah, that one. (What's yours??)

Ya know, I'm not really sure if there was a "debate" but from what I gathered, most think Bea is a top? (Is this correct? I feel like I joined the fandom a little late to really see it all go down. I'm with KTY though - they flip flop!)

Watch all of the interviews. All of them. KTY did a handful after s2 aired and there are several ones with AB after s1 came out and they're all fun to watch. If you haven't already, I suggest visiting AngeChats on YT - they've interviewed a lot of the WN cast - insightful stuff! (And we can't forget KTY reading thirst tweets!)

I hate you (affectionate) for asking what my ONE fav fic is, but I'd probably go with of greater marvels yet to be. And I really enjoy this fan video.

No need to apologize for all the questions - glad you're here, anon!

[ashleyinwondrland]

Episode 2 of the umbrella academy thoughts

Of course Luther didn’t realize he was being followed, you big himbo

I knew this would happen with Allison, I knew it but I am still so sad for her

And who is that mystery couple, second time we’ve seen them and the really stick out

The Kennedy Six, I’m trying to pause so I can read each entry but then the screen goes dim after a couple seconds damnit. How did they get that picture of Five though lol

Wait a dang minute, Sissy dies October first 1989!!! That’s when they were born!

Good for you Viktor, you be your best truest self!

Aww everyone accepting Viktor, and then going right back to being snarky assholes they always are, that’s real family. Also Viktor being the only one concerned about Allison and her daughter, like Five didn’t even take a moment to be empathetic

I love Klaus “is he wearing aftershave? I’m concerned”

I don’t know if Diego is actually Ashtrays father but I’m liking the Diego

Again, Luther you big himbo!

Oh Allison you didn’t cause her to not exist, it isn’t your fault

“If you think I’m not coming, you’re insane”

“If you think I don’t want you there with me, then you’re even crazier”

I will always love Allison and Viktor’s bond

I wonder where Klaus’s cult is right now after all these years, did it die out?

Is the sterling wheel on the wrong side of the car? They are in the US