#if he doesnt hurry & shut the fuck up he's gonna start giving me ideas

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Hey so....I only started playing twst in Jan and I gotta ask....are we like....100% sure it isn't an otome game? Because seriously what is this

what are these lines?????

They make him so happy????

He just wants to spend time with them? At any opportunity?

He just does what they want? Because he wants them to be happy?

He shares a line with Mammon, the most LI of all time

T O U C H I N G !?!?!?!??!

Amzishsjdjzkxo JEALOUSY???????????????

What the fuck is this

and this isn't including the events, main story & card stories just????????

[comicsnas]

showtime

WARNING: eye gore!!, violence Disclaimer: this is..... an au where guy fieri isnt a cool and chill dude that just likes food. i am very sorry for what i do to him in this. i dont mean it and if the cops knock at my door i will blame it on hussie word count: about 3.7k. i am so sorry

context john gets kidnapped by his mom dave doesnt panic

Los Angeles, CA, Wednesday

“No matter what happens, nobody cancels the premiere,” you say. “Okay? No matter what’s in the news. No matter how bad it gets. The movie drops on Thursday, and people are gonna watch it. Got it? This is a scare tactic and we’re not falling for it. Even if the world is ending, we are premiering this movie and going through with the promo. With or without me.”

Catalena, your manager, has been with you for too long to think that you’re joking. She was who flew you in from Houston to LA back when you were twenty, who let you sleep on your couch until you made enough money to get an apartment, who thought that the message you had for the world was one worthy of her help. She knows that all of this is real, and that she can’t stop you.

Her face says, Dave, you’re scaring me. Her mouth says, “You got it. Could you at least tell me… what you think is going to be in the news that would make us not premiere it?”

“Something bad,” you say. “Hopefully, anyway.”

She tilts her head. “Are you faking your death?”

“Lalonde and I are gonna disappear for a sec,” you say. “How people interpret that is gonna be up to them.”

“Not like you to leave things up to chance,” Catalena says. “Some will think it’s elaborate PR.”

“That’s why I’m only telling you. Lalonde and I are gonna frame this to look serious, and no one else is gonna know what’s going on. You keep your cool, but don’t let anyone know that you’re in on it.”

“I mean, I barely am.” She gives you a Look, a capital L Look, then sighs and nods. “Fine. So if I hear about your presumed death tomorrow, I won’t freak out. At what point am I allowed to assume you are actually dead, and freak out a little bit?”

“If you don’t hear from me in a week,” you say, “then Lalonde and I have been killed by Betty Crocker.”

Houston, TX, twelve years ago

You’re blind.

That’s not true. You’re not blind. You don’t think you are going to be blind. There is no way that you’re fully blind, because the assassin only got your right eye, so it doesn’t make sense for you to be blind, but you’re blind.

The pain might originate from your right eye, but it’s engulfing your entire head by now, and there is something sticky in your left eye and you can’t open it anymore and it burns, and you’re going to go blind, and then you’re going to die in a ditch, in a pool of your own blood, and this is it. It’s over. You and your half sister fucked around on the internet a bunch, got really deep into some conspiracy theories, and barely two weeks after you made the discovery that Betty Crocker definitely, undoubtedly, literally is an actual alien, someone was sent to kill you.

They didn’t manage, so far. They got your eye, and they broke your glasses, leaving a cut on your nose, and a bunch of cuts everywhere else, and you think you cracked your head open when you fell. But you cut their knife hand off, good and clean off, watched it fall to the ground right in front of you. By the time it hit the pavement, the assassin had already turned around and ran away, leaving you to crumple and suffer here by yourself.

This is it.

“Strider?” Rose says. Before the blood trickling into your good eye ruined your vision, you managed to dial her number and call her up, and now you’re lying on your side with your phone pressed to your ear, imagining her in her college dorm room in New York. You were going to visit her there, years ago, after you ran away from your parents. It never worked out. Neither of you has the money. You really wish you could have seen her at least once.

“Yeah,” you croak. “You at home?”

“At the dorm, yes. What’s going on?”

“You gotta go. She sent someone after me, she’s gonna come for you too. If she knows that I know, she’ll know that you know.”

One of the most comfortable parts of friendship with Rose, you’ve found, is that she never asks you to clarify what the fuck you’re talking about. Either she just lets you ramble, or she knows exactly what you mean. “Shit,” she hisses, and you can hear rustling on her side of the line, hopefully from her getting ready. She probably has a getaway bag somewhere, you think. You have one, but not on you right now. It’s too late for that.

“They’ve already hit me, so whoever she sent to you can’t be far,” you say. You try to blink your eye open, but then it hurts the other more, and it burns. You can’t even tell where exactly. It just burns. “Hurry up, Lalonde.”

“They’ve hit you?” she echoes, still rustling, breathing into the phone. On the move. Good. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you say. “Gonna call an ambulance after this. Just get the fuck out and text me later, yeah?”

Rose pauses. You can hear her pause, you can hear everything go very silent for a second. She says, “You called me before you called for help?”

“Yeah,” you say. She told you, once, that there is a quick and easy way out the window of her second-storey dorm room, that lets her balance over to her girlfriend’s room only a few windows ahead. She can’t hide there, it’s too close, but it’s a start. She’ll figure it out, she always will. She was the first person to ever have your back. “Of course I did.”

On a plane, Thursday morning

“What’s on your mind?” Rose asks.

You’re leaned back, staring out the window, listening to the clicking of her knitting needles next to you. The pilot here doesn’t know who he’s dealing with, just that he is flying two rich people and their car to Washington, DC. Your Mustang is in the cargo part of the plane, a vital part of the plan. You’ll torch it later. It was the first car you bought with your own money, after SBaHJ had become big and you had finally paid off your hospital debt.

Rose’s apartment isn’t that old, she got it after Roxy was born and she decided to move to Los Angeles, so you could help each other babysit. Trashing it still felt wrong. A home is a home, but you wanted it to look broken into, to make sure that people put two and two together. This isn’t a Dave Strider marketing scheme, you both got hit. After all the work that you’ve done, at least some of the public should understand what that means.

“Us,” you say.

“That’s very sentimental,” she says. “Are you sure you aren’t mourning your car again?”

“Shut up,” you say, and blindly swat at her, hitting her elbow. She hits you back, hand slapping your shoulder. “It’s a good car.”

Rose hums. When you look at her, she’s already back to knitting. You have no idea what she’s making, but it looks like a onesie for an octopus. “We will be fine,” she says. “We have to.”

You nod, and go back to staring out the window, thinking about what Alma said. “It’s just,” you say quietly. “We gotta start thinking about the endgame, here, don’t we.”

“Start?” Rose echoes. “Dave, we know the endgame to this. We’ve known for a while. The second you landed in the hospital with a cut inside your eyeball, you and I both knew that this would end in death.”

You don’t say anything. She’s right, of course she is. You knew then, and she knew, as soon as you texted her from your hospital bed, and she texted you back from a Greyhound bus. And you tried to forget, you both did, for a very long time. You almost managed, for a whole decade, until last year, someone made you scared and angry enough to ram a sword through his throat. Until Rose came and disassembled the body on your rooftop, and then helped you burn it. Reality has caught up with you, and someone is going to die.

The clicking of her needles has stopped again. You turn your head to look at her, and she’s looking back at you, and her face seems younger than it should be. She is just as scared as you are. Neither of you ever wanted it to go this far. Neither of you wanted to kill.

“I don’t like it either,” Rose says. “But someone is going to wind up dead, and it sure as shit isn’t gonna be us.”

Washington, DC, now

)(IC: u comin or what TG: yeah about that

You’re on the hood of your car. The children -- and Sally, John’s pet hedgehog -- are with the one sitter you still trust. Rose is in position, which means she is at a remote location outside the city holding Guy Fieri hostage. She has sent you a picture of him tied to a chair and gagged, which means that it’s go time.

All according to plan.

TG: how about you come kill me somewhere else instead of home sweet home )(IC: why would i do that TG: dying mans last request? )(IC: stfu lol this is so obviously a trap TG: wow ok so is yours )(IC: fair TG: just thought that you know TG: john means something to both of us and dont try to tell me no because i know he does TG: so like can we maybe duke it out somewhere where i wont accidentally blow him to smithereens TG: innuendo intended )(IC: UG)( )(IC: gross TG: lmao TG: anyway bethany you know me and you know im comin with c4 in my backpack if im comin TG: do you really want that around your son or can you just get off your ass and meet me here so john stays safe )(IC: u reely think ya have a fighting chance to even get that far )(IC: buoy you set one foot in my house and ya get spearfished TG: yeah not really making a great point for me to come there rn TG: just thought maybe youd wanna be with your guy guy )(IC: who TG: you know TG: guy the guy )(IC: tf

You text her the picture that Rose sent, just Guy Fieri looking miserable, no indication of whether or not you or Rose are with him.

)(IC: )(-EY )(IC: motherglubber what do u think yoar doin TG: yoar??? TG: thats literally not a word. wym you oar?? what TG: anyway im gonna dismember this asshole if you dont agree to keep john safe and come here and im gonna start with the frosted tips )(IC: FIN--E )(IC: cant effin wait to be done with you )(IC: ill come krill ya if its so shrimportant just gimme the location TG: ok shrimportant is actually pretty funny TG: [coordinates] TG: see you soon

She drives a fuchsia Jaguar that looks like Xzibit threw up all over it, because of course she does. You watch it leave from your perch on your Mustang, then slide off the hood. shes gone, you text Rose. get ready to bounce

Before you leave, you turn back toward you car, and gently pat the roof. “See you soon,” you repeat, “for one last ride.”

Look, it’s a good car, alright.

Later on in the plan, once you’ve convinced John to come with you, and Rose has joined you in the no doubt brutal course out of the house littered with security guards, the three of you will pack into this car, and you will drive. You will be tailed, you know you will. Rose and you estimate two to three SUVs with more security personnel that will follow you, and sooner or later, you won’t stand a chance against them.

So, you’ll call the cops. You don’t usually do this -- even during all these years, neither you nor Crocker ever called the police on each other, and technically, you still won’t, today. You will just anonymously call authorities, and tell them about a burning car by the side of the road. Then you will hang up, and you and Rose and John will hop out of a moving vehicle as you crash your beloved Mustang and have it go up in flames. Authorities will come and find Dave Strider’s infamous car, and hopefully that’ll get people talking.

Crocker’s guys will hopefully exit their cars and go looking for you, or at least for John. It’s an easy con from there -- while they look, you will steal their SUVs and drive off toward your safehouses. Simple. No sweat.

“This better work,” you mutter to yourself, then leave your car behind and start climbing the fence around Crocker manor.

You’ve been here once before, while she was out and John was showing you around. You weren’t actively trying to case the place back then, just spending time with your boyfriend and checking out where he grew up, but you couldn’t help how curious you were. You still remember the most important spots, and you did your best to paint a proper picture of them to Rose (you drew a map in MS Paint), so now you have a pretty good idea of where you need to go.

The guard posts, of course, are randomized. You’ll have to take these as they come, and you feel prepared enough, with just your sword and a handful of knives. You’re wearing the kevlar you wore to the Oscars. You’re gonna be fine.

It’s a race against time now, knowing that there is no guarantee when Crocker will be catching on and returning to her house, and knowing that you stand no chance actually fighting her face to face. You climbed in toward the side of the house, because it’s the shortest distance between fence and wall. The front and back yards are ridiculously huge and opulent, and while you would have plenty of gaudy statues to hide behind, you’re not looking to make your way through there.

The first guard spots you right as you hop down off the fence, and your knife is in his shoulder before he even finishes drawing his gun on you. He’s also wearing a vest, but those don’t stop blades, and you take offense in knowing that she made them dress up like that. As if either you or Rose were going to show up with guns. She really doesn’t know you at all. You knock out the guard with a hit of the knife grip against his temple. Maybe you can get through this without deaths.

One of them you comfortably take out from behind a useless fountain placed in this part of the garden for some reason, appreciating how quiet and low-key you can be about it so far. The bigger the ruckus, the sooner she’ll return, so having them all go down in silence is your best case scenario.

It’s the third guard that ruins your track record. You’re almost at the house wall, and you know you’re under the right window, which means all you have to do is scale it and climb right into John’s room, but for that to work you need to have a clean path behind you. Which you don’t, you realize the second a bullet hits your back.

Your vest catches it, but the momentum still knocks you down, and you scrape both of your palms open on the weird break between lawn and pavement. You hate this fucking garden. Who lives like this? You’re gasping for breath and trying not to inhale any grass, dealing with the reality that this is the first time someone has shot at you and actually hit you, and the bullet might not have penetrated skin at all, but Jesus Fucking Christ it still feels awful. Like someone kicked you in the spine, only with a bullet instead of a foot.

Onward. You hear footsteps behind you, and now it’s your turn to kick, hitting them in the face with your boot in the same motion that you’re pushing yourself up from the ground. As they curse and stumble, you draw your sword, but they catch their footing quickly, and you know you only have a split second to act. That gun is pointing at you, again, or still, and they’re going for your head this time, and if you don’t fight now, the journey ends for you here. Someone is going to die, and it sure as shit can’t be you. Your arm darts forward.

The sword goes through their vest, their ribs, and their heart -- you wouldn’t call it smoothly, you really wouldn’t. You can feel resistance with every inch, you feel it right up to your shoulder, and you hate it, and it makes you want to throw up, but you can’t, now. You shove them off your blade and watch them crumple to the ground, and turn right back toward the wall. They are not getting up again. That’s on you, and you can deal with that later. You have to get moving.

Your phone vibrates.

You manage to pull yourself up on a balcony and crouch there, hiding from whatever is going on in the yard now. Other guards must have heard the shot being fired, so you really need to get the fuck out of sight, but this has to do, for now. If Crocker is messaging you, you have to respond, so she doesn’t think you’re in her goddamn garden.

)(IC: yo )(IC: send me proof yoar still with him )(IC: almost there this betta be worth it TG: one sec

As expected. All according to plan, so far. You hope the blood on your sword won’t make the sheath sticky. You’ll have to clean it, later. You don’t want to.

TG: shes asking for proof TG: go ahead. sorry TT: No worries. TT: I know we don’t endorse violence, but honestly, Dawon, after being in a room with him for this long, I am quite happy to do this.

She sends you a picture, and you grimace at your phone. It takes a lot to make you grimace, as a Strider born and raised -- at the same time, you’re not easily shocked or grossed out, but this isn’t great to look at. Fieri’s eye has been pulled from its socket, dangling down his cheek suspended from the nerve, a hole in the eyeball. You hope Crocker won’t be able to tell that this was done with a knitting needle, and forward the photo to her.

TG: hows this )(IC: )(--EY FUCK OFF )(IC: stop i reely like guy 38( TG: yeah well i really like john TG: eye for an eye TG: hurry it up im waiting and theres a second eye to gauge out )(IC: ten minutes )(IC: ur gonna be so sorry buoy

TG: 10 mins TT: On my way.

Okay. Crocker is on her way to a location where there will only be Guy Fieri and a set of elaborate boobytraps which you know won’t kill her, but hopefully slow her down. Rose is on her way here, to help you and John get out of here. That’s plenty of time you still have. Things are going suspiciously well, you think, before you remember the ache in your back and the fact that you killed someone.

You have to get to John.

He’s another two floors up, but you are right in front of a balcony door. For a second, you wonder if you could get into the house from here and do the rest from inside, so you don’t present yourself to the mob of people with guns in the garden. Unfortunately, before you can do that, another person with a gun appears on the other side of that door, mouths an angry what the fuck at you, and draws an assault rifle. Alright, well.

The thing that has mostly kept you from becoming too violent in the past is the fact that you’re fast, and you’re a great climber, so when you hop backward onto the banister of the balcony and pull yourself up to the next one above you, it happens so fast that nobody in the garden reacts. It’s after you’re already crouching behind the balcony, thankfully made of robust concrete, that the shots start hitting it. You do nothing, count the bullets, wait for them to get rid of half of their magazines down there. Then you pull a knife, peek over the balcony, and throw it right into someone’s bicep.

More shots. More ducking and counting. You have two more knives to throw, and you do, rinse and repeat. The people down there are very angry with you now, and very much still able to shoot, but you figure at least their aim will be off, and they’ll be slower. You hope. You haven’t held a gun yourself in fucking forever.

You take a breath, and jump up to grab the balcony you know belongs to John.

As soon as you’re in the open, another bullet hits your back, further toward your side this time, and you almost let go. You let out an undignified noise instead, and hold on harder, focusing all you have into your arms to pull yourself up. Shots are ringing in your ears, and one hits the concrete right next to your head at almost the same time that another one grazes your leg. You hiss in pain, grunt in exertion, pull, pull, and roll yourself onto John’s balcony.

Someone in the garden yells, “Motherfucker!”

You sit, curled up, and pull apart the tear in your pants with your aching fingers to check the wound. It’s not deep, certainly not as bad as the chunk of missing flesh you have in your arm from being shot at last year. It’s fine. You’ll forget about it in a second, when your newest problem will be telling your amnesiac boyfriend that he needs to come with you.

You pull yourself up into a crouch, not more. You don’t want to risk getting shot in the head as you finally face him, so you just do it like this. Hunkered down, disheveled and bloody, you lean forward and knock on John’s window.

[chaos-makes-themuse]

Storm x Fem! Oc

Scream

The mission was simple. Get into the Hydra base, get the information and anything else she could, and then get out to the small gorge near the base, where she would be picked up by one of the Avengers, probably Thor or Tony.

Costia repeated that to herself over and over again as she shut the door of the Hydra laboratory behind her. The com in her ear was silent, as she expected. She had volunteered to go on the mission while the rest of the Avengers went to meet up with the X-Men, their new apparent allies. Costia has volunteered for the mission mainly because she hates social interaction, especially with new people. They tended to be scared of her as soon as they saw her.

The door behind her shut, and the lights were already on. She had hacked into their systems, pretending to be someone from higher up in the Hydra chain of command, and called in a bomb threat. The rush to get out was obvious. Papers and folder were strewn across the floor and desks. Folders and documents were left opened and unlocked on computer screens, and chemicals were left bubbling in test tubes and bottles above open flames.

She smirked as she pulled the flash drive out of the small storage bracelet on her wrist attached to her black outfit. She walked over to the first computer and plugged it into the drive port and downloaded all the information from that computer into it.

She hurried up with the rest of the computers in the lab, knowing she had limited time before Hydra figures out that the bomb threat was fake and someone had infiltrated the base, and when that happened, they would come back in guns blazing. And Costia didn’t want to be there when that happened.

She was at the last computer when something happened. As she was downloading information into the drive, there was a small beep from the desk next to her. Sparing a glance next to her, she saw a metal box with a small red circle in the center with a keyhole in it. She turned her attention back to the computer and downloaded the last of the information before giving her full attention to the box. When she inspected it further, she saw it was closed on all of the edges except for the red circle, and there was no visible key in sight.

Her curiosity got the best of her, but she told herself that she was supposed to get anything she could. Stepping forward, she pressed her finger to the box, and almost instantly, the entire thing was coated in ice. Smirking, she snapped her fingers, and the ice cracked, breaking the entire box with it, revealing what was on the inside.

A small vanilla folder fell out of the box. It was filled with paper, and there were post it notes peeking out of the corners and sides. Her fingers skimmed over the cover before she flipped it open.

She wasn’t fully expecting what was on the inside. The papers were just pictures, but not pictures at the same time. They had obviously been taken with cameras, but there were no images, just blobs of black and white and grey. It almost seemed like pieces of a puzzle, but she quickly shut that thought down when she saw the other papers. None of them seemed to go together of fit with one another in any way shape or form.

“What the hell?” She muttered to herself. All she could think of was why Hydra would have this, especially under such protection.

Confused, she flipped the cover back over, and looked for any writing other then the post it notes, which she would look at when she got back to the Compound. But on the front of the folder, was one word.

Peculiars.

She gasped as something inside her seemed to snap. The word was so familiar, like she had heard it a million times. Costia blinked as images flashed before her eyes. They were fast, too fast for her to comprehend at that exact moment, but she managed to see a city, and a little girl with a crown on her head, and a boy in a suit.

When she blinked again, she saw the lab. Confused, she shook off what she had just seen. She put the flash drive back into her storage bracelet, and unzipped her jacket, placing the folder in between her shirt and it, then zipped it back up again. She took one last look around the lab, looking to see if she had missed anything important.

That was when she heard it. A crackling like static in her ear, and what resembled some sort of words could be heard.

Her finger went up to the com and pressed it.

“Tony? Is that you?” She asked into the com. Right after she said it, it went silent.

She scoffed at herself. “Of course it’s not Tony, he’s with the rest, meeting the X-Men.” She told herself. She shook it off as some kind of interference from a radio broadcast she had accidentally picked up.

Nodding to herself, she began to walk out of the room. That was when she heard something else.

“Costia? Costia if you can hear me, I need you to respond.” A man said.

Costia whipped around, only to be met with nothing. But she had heard the man, a man with a British accent.

She pulled her gun out of holster on her thigh and held it up in front of her, ready for anything.

“Costia, you don’t need to raise your gun. I’m not really there. My name is Charles Xavier.” The man said.

Oh, shit.

She placed her gun back in its holster, and looked around. “I know who you are.” She said. “You’re with the rest of the Avengers right now.” Then she thought of something. “How can you see me?”

“I’m using Cerebro, but that isn’t important right now. You need to get out of there. Tony tried to reach you through the com, but the signal has been jammed.” He paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was urgent, and he was yelling. “Costia get out of there! Hydra knows you’re there, it’s a trap!”

Just as he said it, the wall next to her exploded. She wa thrown back into the wall by the force, and her head collided with the stone, sending waves of pain though her skull.

“Costia, run!” It was Wanda now.

Without another thought, she pushed herself up and ran.

She could feel her heart beating in her chest. She didn’t know where she was going, but she could hear the Hydra soldiers running behind her. But she was fast, much faster then they were, but they knew the base better then she did.

She turned a corner and ran faster. Up ahead, a sign on the top of the wall caught her eye, rapidly getting closer as she ran. She was able to catch the words “Roof Access” before she skidded time a stop and turned down the hallway the sign was pointing to, and then she ran again, faster this time.

Up ahead at the end of the hallway was a ladder. I’m seconds, she reached it and her hands wrapped around the first rung. Then she started to climb. She climbed up it almost as fast as she ran, and by the time she reached the top, she could hear the Hydra soldiers at the end of the hallway, yelling in German. She pushed up on the door, climbing out and onto the roof.

As soon as her feet made contact with the roof’s ground, she slammed the door down. There was no lock, so she formed a huge block of ice on top of it. As soon as she did, there was pounding from the underside of it.

“Shit.” She muttered. She could feel blood trickling down the back of her neck, and it began to run down the front of her face. She quickly wiped it away, and her finger came back stained with the red substance.

She looked around, looking for an escape route. The only thing on all sides of her were woods, and Hydra no doubt had soldiers stationed everywhere on the ground, ready to kill her as soon as she was in their line of sight. But on one side, was the gore. There was no ground on that side, as Hydra had set up their base on the edge of the cliff.

“Costia, I’m two minutes out. Stay where you are.” Tony’s voice suddenly broke through her coms.

“Ok. Ok.” She said. She blinked, and suddenly everything was blurry. She swayed don her feet slightly, a little disoriented. But when she blinked again, it was back to normal.

From behind her, she could hear the pounding stop, replaced by the sound of machinery. She blinked, and an image flashed before her. It was underneath the door, in the hallway, where some kind of weapon was being set up. Another image flashed before her eyes, this time it was the weapon itself in some kind of testing chamber. A soldier pressed the button, and a red hot beam shot out of it, obliterating the targets and leaving nothing but ash behind.

She blinked, and the images were gone.

“Tony, I’m not gonna last for two minutes. They’ve got some kind of laser that shoots red hot beams. And you know how I am with heat.”

She heard Tony curse, and she could barely hear the sound of his repulsors boosting up. “Ok, just stay where you are. I’m thirty seconds out. Just stay there.”

She could hear the weapon charging up, getting ready to fire, and her gaze was brought back to the gore. An idea formed in her head.

“Costia, I would highly advise against what you’re thinking.” Charles said.

“What? What is she thinking?” Tony said.

Then Wanda’s voice broke through. “No, she can do it. She doesnt have much choice, but she’s done more dangerous things then this and lived.”

She heard the weapon fire. The beam shot up into the sky, like a deadly spotlight.

“What the fuck is that?!” Tony yelled.

“Out of time, Tony! Pick me up on the far side of the gorge.” Costia yelled. She began running towards the edge of the roof. With every second, she built up speed.

Tony seemed to figure out what she was doing. “Costia, no don’t-“

She jumped. Below her all she could see was the bottom of the gorge. She flattened out her body so she was parallel to the floor and her stomach was towards the ground. It only slowed her fall a little. She reached back and pulled two knives out of her boots, as long as her forearm.

As she got closer and closer to the ground, she drifted closer and closer to the wall of the gorge. Once she was close enough, sh shoved the knives into the cliff. She screamed as the force tore at her arms. She heard something crack ash she desperately held onto the handles of the blades. They skidded down inside the rock. It slowed her fall just enough that she didn’t die when she hit the ground. It just hurt like a bitch.

She hit the ground so hard that she heard and felt at least three of her ribs crack. She screamed and her hands flew to her stomach, but even that hurt.

Suddenly, a bullet pierced the gorge wall a foot from her face. She looked up at the opposite edge, and saw a line of Hydra soldiers aiming their guns at her.

“Fuck.” She muttered. She stood up as quickly as she could without injuring herself even more and picked up her knives, shoving one into her boot and keeping one in her arm that she could actually lift, while the other arm hung limply at her side, most likely broken or dislocated. Another soldier shot at her, and she lifted her knife just in time to deflect the bullet.

She started running away as fast as she could, only making it a couple of yards before the pain became to much and she threw her sled behind a rock formation, trying to find shelter from the bullets.

“Tony, where the hell are you?!” She yelled. A bullet hit the rock next to her, skimming her cheek and drawing a thin line of blood. But compared to her other pain, it was nothing.

“I’m right here.” Tony said. She looked up, and only saw a blur of red and gold in front of her.

“Shit, Tony. Everything’s going dark.” She said. She couldn’t hear him yelling at her to stay awake before the darkness took over her and she passed out.

[michaelreaderreblog]

Sons gonna rise

Story by Supernaturallyhockey

HighSchool!AU

AN: This is the first part and second part will be added in a couple of days. And right now Im working on my stuff, so that should be up sometime this evening. Im very fortunate enough to be posting these fic

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"Hey Michael get up!! Mom and dad are waiting down stairs for breakfast" Lucifer knocks on my door to wake me up.

I don't want to get out of bed, I would rather stay in bed all day but have no other choice or else Lucifer will come back again. Lucifer is home from College for the weekend

"Castiel, are you up?" I knock on my younger brothers door.

"Yeah come on in, what's up Michael?" Castiel asks me as I walk into his bedroom and lay flat on his bed.

"Could you go down stairs and tell mom and dad I'm not feeling well." I look up to the ceiling not facing him.

"Michael what's wrong" Castiel asks me while sitting at the foot of the bed that's when Gabriel comes into the room lands on top of me and rolls over to my left side.

That kid is getting heavier by the day if you ask me.

"Big bro here is suffering his first heart break and can't get the images of Anna Milton and Dean Winchester doing the ugly last night" Gabriel says while I lay there glaring at him but that doesn't help to make Gabriel shut up.

"Oh Michael I am so sorry, Anna was really" Gabriel cuts off Castiel

"A whore and a bitch yeah I know." Usually I would cut off Gabriel for talking bad about Anna but didn't have it in me.

"I wasn't going to say that, I was going to say she is tedious and vile. Michael I don't know why your so broken up about her, think about it more of a favour" Castiel advises me while I lay there but he is right, I just thought something real was there.

"Ladies come on mom and dad are still waiting" Lucifer says but I'm not going to bother with a retort.

"Fine, lets go Gabriel. Ill bring something for you after I finish with breakfast" Castiel closes the door, he always had a good heart.

I lay there in my own pity but I'm allowed one day to myself and I don't see why not it would be today since its only Saturday, no football practice till Monday.

Fuck Monday, the day I have football practice with Winchester. Fuck it I’ll just go, no point in hiding. In a few weeks I will be graduating and go on to college. I didn't know how long I was laying on my brothers bed until he came into the room.

"Here mom said to give you this bagel and OJ" he says while setting them both on his night stand.

I sit up to take the juice to take a sip. When the cool liquid hits my throat and quenches my thirst.

"Thanks, and thanks for covering for me to. I just want a day for myself" I look to Castiel and he looks at me while he tilts his head sideways which I think he looks like a 4 year old trying to understand what I'm telling him.

"Have a day to yourself, you mean by hiding in my room from mom and dad good job with that" I couldn't help but laugh at the idea and he has a bright smile on his face.

I spend the entire morning having a conversation with my brother, this is what I needed to hang out with him. I rarely do but he is good company.

"Hey you want to join y/n and I while we go to the record store?" Castiel asks me to come along with him and his best friend since day care and who happens to be Deans younger sister.

I wouldnt mind spending the day with her since I have taken a liking to her and cant help feelings.

"Um yeah I don't see why not I mean I haven't gone out to get some new music lately" I accept his offer and I get off from his bed to take a shower.

"Good I’ll send her an IM to let her know" He tells me while I walk out his room to come into mine to have my toiletries ready.

CJS25: hey I thought I would let you know I invited my brother Michael to come along with us to the record store. Hope that is ok

TheNrmlWinchester: Michael? Hhmm weird. I don't mind the more the merrier :D

CJS25: yeah I know but Smaug practically ruined him so I just want to do something for him since he is my brother after all. Wouldn't you do the same for yours?

TheNrmlWinchester: ohh yeah I heard about that. Walkers party right? Well don't worry I'm totally kicking his ass right now, Dean not Sam. Sam is a harmless nerd.

CJS25: right like your not any nerdier haha

TheNrmlWinchester: hey Im the way cooler nerd than Sam. Anyways I got to get ready and ill text you when I'm done. Later Clarence :p

CJS25: oh god! Yeah see you later snow flake :)

While you log out of your instant message account you wonder why Cas has called you snow flake, you would need to ask him that later. As of right now you needed to let Dean know that he is a dick, douche, asshat and what Cas always says assbutt for sleeping with Anna and Michael walking in on them and basically ruining him and Lisa poor girl doesnt know what she is in for. Stupid Dean you mutter to yourself as you walk out of the room.

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"Y/N!!!! Hurry up I need the bathroom." Dean pounds on the door almost knocking it out of its hinges.

"SHUT UP!! GO PUKE OUTSIDE!!" You yell back to Dean and hear him mutter something as he rushes down the stairs and your sitting there taking your time getting out of the shower.

“I think I'm done torturing him for the day” You mutter to yourself as you walk out of the bathroom and met on the other side is your dad.

Oh boy you were in for it now but you see a smile slowly forming

"That's my girl teaching your brother a lesson for staying out late” Dad says to you and he sounds proud for it.

"Of course. As the youngest it's my job daddy" you smile to your dad to peck him on the cheek to get to your room to finish up.

"Ok, now time to text Cassie" you mutter to yourself as you pick up your phone, slide the screen, put in Cas' number

"hey I'm ready. Meet up at our usual spot?" After you sent the text you walk out of your room to head down stairs to wait for text back from Cas.

You reach the kitchen to find Sam putting the dishes away and Dean washing the pots.

"What's up turd face and turd nugget" you tease your brothers when you enter the kitchen.

"Niblette" Sam retorts back.

"Where you off to?" Dean asks from the sink.

"I'm going to hang out with Cas and Michael today" your phone goes off after telling your brothers who you will be hanging with.

Cas: actually Michael is going to drive and we will be there in a few minutes to pick you up. Ill let you know when we are outside.

You: ok sounds good. By the way Dean looks skittish after I told him and Sam I will be hanging out with Michael to :) I'm still kicking ass by the way.

Cas: Haha. Maybe you can finally tell my brother about your feelings than :)

You: maybe you can finally ask Meg out :)

Cas: I hate you

You: I know I love you to

After you sent your text you had a smile on your face telling Cas off after he mentioned your feelings for Michael but it was only a crush it wasn't like you stood a chance with him.

Michael is a senior and will be going off to college soon. You were a sophomore in high school along with Cas, while your brother Sam is a junior and Dean a senior.

"Michael?" Both of your brothers say in unison.

“As in Michael Sinclair?” Sam asks as he puts the pot in its rightful place

"Yeah what's wrong with that?" You ask back to your brothers while glaring at them

"Nothing, I'm just surprised ok." Sam says holding up his hands in surrender.

You look to Dean but cut him off before he says anything.

"Dean I don't care what your going to say. You did what you did and that's done just dont tell me you are dating Anna" you say to Dean while he has a surprised look on his face.

"No, not dating her, it was a drunken mistake. I feel bad ok and I just feel bad ok. I mean I don't even know how to tell Lisa" Dean says in defeat.

"Well you figure that out on your own and I don't like what you did to Lisa plus I really like her, just grow a damn pair and tell her before she finds out from someone else. You know how school is, one thing happens and spreads like wild fire" you tell Dean almost yelling at him.

"Fuck, yeah yeah ok" Dean says in defeat and takes his phone out to call Lisa to hang out or something. Your phone goes off

Cas: we are outside

You: ok coming out

You tell Sam to let your parents know who you will be hanging out with and he nods.

You grab your house key by the door and head outside to Cas and Michael. You get into the back seat.

"Hey Cas, Michael" you say while closing the door and buckling your seat belt.

"Hello y/n" Michael says looking in the mirror

"Hey y/n" Cas says turning his head and you smile at the both of them.

"Y/n give me your iPod, I would rather listen to yours than mine or Michaels" Cas says while he reaches out for you to hand over your iPod, you reach into your shoulder bag to grab it and give it to Cas.

"Hey my music isn't that bad" Michael says looking offended over to Cas, you sit in the back seat giggling.

"Cas what's wrong with your music?" You ask Cas

"I don't have mine, forgot it on the table on the way out" Cas says while turning on the blue tooth and plays Modern Man by The Arcade Fire.

"Plus you always have the better music, why do you think I give you my iPod to add music" Cas says turning to look at you.

"Again what's wrong with my music? And y/n what kind of music do you have on your play list anyways?" Michael asks Cas again and looking to you about your play list.

"Your music contains rap music that shouldn't be called music at all plus when did you even start listening to rap music anyways? You had better taste before you started dating Anna. Oh my god she got you into it didn't she?" Cas talks about his taste of music while Michael has a smile on his face but fades at the mention of Anna.

"Yeah some of it and the rest just were catchy afterwards. So where are we going first?" Michael looks to Cas and to you.

"Let's go to Cain's Cafe first" you say from the back seat as you lean forward to make sure Michael or Cas heard you.

"Uh I don't know, what if" you cut off Michael before he can even finish his sentence

"Don't worry about it, I'm pretty sure everyone else is still sleeping trying to recover from last night" You tell Michael reassuring him or try to put his mind at ease.

"Y/n is right Michael plus I really want a caramel iced cappuccino especially from Cain's cafe" Cas agrees with you while you have a smile on your face.

"Yeah ok, how come you two weren't at the party last night?" Michael asks out of nowhere looking between us as he parks in front of the cafe.

"I would rather hang out somewhere else far away from my brother. Thank you very much" they both laugh at your comment.

You and Cas were at Ash's party and you bumped into Lisa and Rachel and hung out with them all night while Cas was flirting with Meg all night. It's been forever he has had a crush on her and you always wondered why he never asked her out but you hope it would be soon.

"We were at Ash's party last night, Andy pulled out his stash and almost got everyone high with the brownies he made. Y/n didn't you have a brownie?" Cas asks as we get out of the car to walk inside.

"Castiel you go inside while I have a talk with y/n" Michael cuts you off before you could even answer Cas's question and he nods than heads inside to seat himself at a table to wait for us to come inside.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" You turn to look at Michael

"I just want to thank you for allowing me to hang out with you and Castiel. I hope we have days like these from now on well if you don't mind" You were shocked to hear Michael say this but couldn't agree to all of it because you wanted to know how Cas would feel if his brother would hang out with us from now on.