#Sloane Steele

[mariocki]

The Enforcer (Murder, Inc., 1951)

"In seven more hours, Mendoza walks out of that courtroom a free man. How can that be? What's wrong with the law that we can't touch him? Oh, I know, our kind of laws are designed to protect the innocent. It's not enough that we know a man is guilty, we have to prove it."

#the enforcer #murder‚ inc. #1951 #film noir #american cinema #bretaigne windust #martin rackin #raoul walsh #humphrey bogart #ted de corsia #zero mostel #everett sloane #roy roberts #michael tolan #king donovan #bob steele #don beddoe #adelaide klein #jack lambert #john kellogg #compellingly told police procedural noir. the real draw here is the effective and fairly original shape of the narrative: we open with #Bogart looking after his key witness‚ his case against a major gangland figure all but sown up. when said witness falls to his death #(undoubtedly inspired by the real world death of Abe Reles‚ a hitman for the irl Murder Inc who fell to his death whilst in police custody #having turned informant) Bogie has to go back over the case to date‚ cueing up a series of flashbacks in reverse order. it's a neat conceit #and allows for characters we've already met (and indeed already seen die) to be reintroduced in a way that shows them in a very different #light. a strong cast too; Bogie is Bogie‚ unchallenged by this part but effortlessly charismatic‚ with some great supports (shout out to #the perennially brilliant Mostel‚ a very fine dramatic actor who's often remembered only for his comedy). the idea that these cops have no #understanding whatsoever of terms like 'a hit' or 'a contract' somewhat stretches the suspension of disbelief but then after all there must #have been a time when those phrases were unfamiliar (this could always be a period piece i suppose; it isn't at all clear but the real #Murder Inc were exposed and disbanded in the early 40s so maybe this is meant to be then (tho some big changes made to the real story)

[absentia-if]

So you know how sometimes partners do this thing where whenever an objectively stunning person enters the scene, they get jealous and wanna 'test' their SO, so they ask something like: "Do you think [very attractive new acquaintance] is gorgeous?" What if MC did this, trying to seem casual but looking at the Ros intense like 👁️👁️ How do ROs respond? Alternatively, would any ROs do this? (Could you include the dlcs ROs for this if it's not too much of a bother please?)

Kade/Kara: “I can’t say that I’ve ever really noticed, sweetheart,” they admit, after a small pause. Their hazel eyes peering up from their plate as a confused frown furrows their brow. “I don’t make it a habit of staring at other people.”

Michael/Margot: An elegant brow arches— azure blue eyes narrowed as they steadily meet your gaze— with an air of subtle curiosity, but they don’t turn to look at the person in question. “Objectively speaking, darling?” At your nod, they continue. “There are many attractive people in the world, many of whom could be in this very room, but I wouldn’t even bat an eye at them. Why would I? I have you.”

Blaine/Blaire: Craning their neck, making it quite obvious that they were scoping someone out, B shrugs their shoulders. Light brown eyes settling back on you with a wide grin. “They’re not ugly but they’re not really my type.” Their nose wrinkles with the force of their grin. “My type mainly consists of childhood best friends that lived down the street from me.”

Wren/Wynn: Not even bothering to look up, W responds. “I don’t see why it would matter.” There’s a brief moment of silence— wherein they seem to notice how much the question seemed to mean to you— before they finally meet your gaze. “I haven’t noticed nor would I ever comment on someone’s else’s level of attractiveness. I’m with you and you’re all that I see in that regard.”

Nicholas/Natalie: A surprised look graces their features as they sputter out a response. “I-I have-haven’t noticed—“ Placing a hand to their chest, N seems to reign in their initial reaction of panic as they take a deep breath. “It’s not something I’ve ever been inclined to notice. Why do you ask?“

Leon/Leia: They briefly look at the person in question before shrugging. “I could see the appeal but I’m happily taken.” They place their hand on your own with a warm smile quirking their lips. “Why would I need someone else when I have you?”

Luca: “Is this some kind of test?” He settles back in his chair with a worried look etched on his face. “Because I haven’t noticed anyone but you since we became official. I haven’t felt the need to always know where the most attractive person in the room was because I knew she’d always be right next to me.”

Angelus/Angelina: An unamused look flits across their features at the question, but they don’t call you out on the obvious question. Instead, they settle back in their seat with a soft look beginning to form in their eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world to me. That’s all that should matter in the end.”

Six: A dark smile quirks their lips as they tut out a low sound of disapproval. “Now why would you ask such a question, pet?” Their hand absentmindedly spins their steak knife around— elegant fingers easily maneuvering the blade with innate grace— as an almost predatory look crosses their eyes. “If you’re so worried about possible competition why don’t you take them out?” With that the knife is smoothly transitioned to the empty space between you. “Or was I wrong about you, pet?”

Kennedy: They shrug. “Even if they are attractive does that truly matter, sweet cheeks?” Peering at you, from over their whiskey glass, an amused look flickers across their gaze. “I’m with you. I don’t need nor want anyone else. You’re it for me.”

Quinn: “I suppose,” they reply with a small shrug. A brief look of confusion passing over their features at the sudden conversation change before a light smile appears. “Would you like to go to the opera with me? I heard that they’re going to be in town later this week and I know you’ve been wanting to see a show.”

August/Audrey: “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that question?” They ask with an unamused arch of their brow. “After all you’re the one that mingles with movie stars and socialites every day.” There’s a brief moment of silence before they continue with a soft sigh. “Even if they’re conventionally attractive that doesn’t mean anything in the long run. I’m not with you for just your looks, babe, and I hope that’s something that’ll stick in your thick skull.”

And… no.. none of the ROs would test the MC in such a way.

#absentia #kade lewis #kara lewis #michael steele #margot steele #blaine ellis #blaire ellis #wren cassidy #wynn cassidy #nicholas paxton #natalie paxton #leon walker #leia walker #luca lewis #angelus sinclair #angelina sinclair #six #kennedy ellis #quinn laurent #august sloane #audrey sloane #anonymous #asks #ask #asks with *all* of the ROs will be rare because they take super long

[saltyfilmmajor]

At this point why WOULDN’T he turn

#Like Ethan has a moral backbone of fucking steel #Erika Sloane #Mission: Impossible #Honestly lady you know his file and everything he's gone through #the US government is lucky Ethan didn't do a Full Solomon Lane

[cas-kingdom]

For drabble requests how about something for Greys Anatomy where while Derek is busy in surgery the reader comes in injured and Amelia is there to comfort her and make the medical decisions? It doesn’t have to be anything serious really, I’d just love some reader and Amelia bonding 🥰🥰🥰

The walk of shame along the corridors of Grey Sloan was not altogether unfamiliar to you. Many times had you trudged reluctantly along the polished floors of the surgical unit, clutching some injury or another, purposefully trying to avoid the eyes of anyone you knew--which, in such a unit, was pretty impossible.

Years ago, you would have been slightly less embarrassed. Kids always got into medical equipment, right? At least kids of surgeons who were constantly working. But now, it didn't seem quite right. You were a month away from Johns Hopkins, had aced all your exams and probably wouldn't have even needed the reference letters from half the surgical team, and here you were, head hung low in disgrace as you held your bleeding hand to your chest.

If it weren't for the fact you knew your dad would absolutely murder you if he found out you had hidden an injury from him again, you would have locked yourself away in a break room somewhere and attempted to patch yourself up best you could. Alas. Your father was Derek Shepherd. And after the broken nose you'd managed to keep from him for almost twenty-four hours a couple years ago, he'd all but held you hostage until you promised on his life you wouldn't do it again.

So, here you were. Reluctant as hell but somehow still not regretting the situation that had lead you to this moment.

"Hi, have you seen Dr. Shepherd around?" you asked a passing intern. When he made to walk over to the surgery board, finger already pointing at one row in particular, you visibly grimaced.

"Uh, no, the other one. Amelia Shepherd?" You had no intention of crying to your dad today. Your pride had been smashed to pieces enough.

The intern pointed down the hallway and you saw your aunt walking around a corner with another nurse. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you thanked the intern and followed after her. Your pace was fast enough not to lose her but slow enough that you had time to rehearse your lines before you were bombarded with judgment.

Amelia ducked into a radiology room and you steeled yourself before pushing the door open. "Amelia?"

"Y/N. Why are you holding your hand like that?"

You wouldn't have been surprised at the question, in fact you had fully expected it, if Amelia had turned around to actually see who had walked through the door. Your aunt could do powerful stuff, but mindreading was not on that list.

"I saw you earlier." Amelia turned, arms crossed, brows raised. "Well done, by the way. Meredith thought it would take you longer to find someone. I said it would take..." She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Twenty minutes. Not bad."

Her supposed victory was short-lived when she looked up. Her eyes fell on your hand and her face dropped as she walked quickly over to you. "I'd rather you not drip blood on the floor," she said, an obvious tease behind her words, as she gently pulled you over to sit down.

You made a face, not having realised. "Oops."

"Oops is right, kiddo." Amelia knelt in front of the swivel chair and let you uncover your hand, humming under her breath when she noted the long, jagged line running down the side of your hand from the base of your wrist to the middle of your pinky finger. "How'd you manage this, huh? Don't tell me you found the electrical saw again."

You rolled your eyes. "I stabbed myself, actually," you said matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, that's a new one. With what?" When your reluctance finally kicked in, Amelia looked up. "With what, Y/N?"

Your hand began to throb and only then did you decide that answering your aunt's questions was probably the easiest way to getting relief. "A needle," you said. "I found a suture practice kit and, oh my God, Amelia, you know that's like giving me candy. I couldn't just leave it alone."

Amelia nodded along, gently probing at the red skin around your wound. "So you practiced sutures on fake skin and, what? Sewed yourself?"

"There was a noise outside and I jerked my hand," you deadpanned. Amelia glanced up, on the verge of laughter, and you looked away stiffly. "It hurts."

"Well, lesson learnt. For now," she added after as a second thought. There was a short silence after that was broken only by your hiss of pain when Amelia touched an exceptionally sensitive spot. Sucking a breath through her teeth, the surgeon sat back on her heels and looked up at you. "How were your sutures?" she asked. "Straight? Neat?"

You lit up, Derek's smug smile curving your lips not a second later. "Straightest and neatest you'll ever see."

"That's my girl." Amelia squeezed your knee before standing to her feet and taking out her phone. "Now, what do we tell your dad when he sees you later with stitches in your hand?"

You couldn't have groaned louder. If the chair didn't have a straight back, you would have fallen backwards with the force of it. When you righted yourself, a fierce look of indignation on your face, Amelia wasn't even attempting to hide her amusement.

"I need stitches?"

"Yup. Aaand, lucky for you, I think Derek should be out of surgery by now." Chipper as ever in the face of her niece's almost tangible disgust, she held open the door and nodded in its direction. "Come on, kiddo. He'll be glad to do a little needlework. Bring him back to basics."

You rolled your eyes once more as you got up, cradling your hand to your chest. "Like brother, like sister," you grumbled as you passed your aunt.

"What was that?"

"I said: like brother, like sister, you sadist."

Amelia snorted.

Grey's Masterpost

#grey's anatomy #amelia shepherd #derek shepherd #amelia x reader #amelia shepherd x reader #derek x reader #derek shepherd x reader #amelia x derek #derek x amelia #reader #reader fic #daughter reader #daughter!reader #mine

[princessofmissouri]

winona sloane odette

untitled, 2023

trimmings/notions boxes, stainless steel slow feed dog bowl, tree sap, wax, corn starch, pigment, high heel components

#rly big fan of this show and work… #art #upload

[nsftventurelovebot]

A/N: THIS HAD TO BE PUBLISHED LIKE RIGHT NOW BC I HEARD A NEW LINE TODAY AND IT ABSOLUTELY HAD TO DROP RIGHT FREAKING NOW. IT WAS TOO IMPORTANT.

Premise: Insecure!Reader tops for the first time ever because they wanted someone to feel as special as they made them feel. :•) Reader + Venture are AFAB but written neutrally other than that!

Warnings: None! Pure fluff! smut!

"So, what was all this about again?" Sloan asks, joining you on the couch.

You hold out a blindfold for them to wear.

"Just put it on!" You command out of embarrassment, shoving it towards them.

Off to a great start. Sarcasm.

"Alright, Bossy." They let out a laugh at your pitiful expression which only flustered you more.

They take it and place it around their eyes. "Okay, fine. Now what?"

"Be patient." You reply sternly.

You stand up and begin to undress yourself as quietly as possible. Afterwards you lightly toss away your discarded clothing to avoid making a mess.

"Don't peak. It's a surprise!"

A grin lights up their face– that same damn grin you fell in love with all that time ago.

Before revealing yourself you think back on everything one last time.

Dim the lights? Check.

Lingerie from last time? Check.

Everything else...?

You glance over at the bag sitting next to the couch.

Check.

You take a deep and quiet breath in before exhaling to calm your nerves.

"Are you still there or did you leave me here... Oh God, you're finally killing me aren't you? I knew it..." They joke, and it gets a stifled giggle out of you.

You delicately shake your head to stop any further encouragement of their silly behavior. If you were going to take charge tonight then you had to steel yourself. There was no more time left to waste, so you straightened your thin top and adjusted your garters to make sure everything looked as perfect as possible... within reason, that is.

No– you can't think like that. Not now. Not after how well they took care of you. There's no going back now! You gather all the confidence you can and kneel in front of their seated body. A rose colored blush begins to paint itself on your face.

"Okay. You can take it off now."

As soon as they can see again their hands fly up to their face. You've caught them completely off guard.

"Oh– I didn't expect that, actually–" They take a moment to peek through their fingers at the sight before them. "What's all this about?!"

"I thought a lot about what happened the other day, and I wanted to give back what you gave to me." You explained.

"Ah– you don't have to–"

You cut them off. "I want to do this. Unless you don't want me to."

"No! I mean yes– I want you to, but only if you want to do it–"

"I just said that I wanted to." You reassure them.

"Right..."

It was cute seeing them in shambles like this.

"Let me take care of you then."

"Okay. Just give me a minute."

Sloan leans forward on their arms and takes a sharp breath in. They run their hands through their hair and admire the sight of you before them.

"Sorry, I'll never get used to you like this."

They smile and cup your face before sticking their thumb inside your mouth. You gently swirl your tongue around it, sucking delicately before they pull it out.

"It's just so hot..."

The compliment has you glowing on the inside in more ways than one. Your heart beat picks up as they gently remove their hand from your face and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. They reach for the zipper of their pants before you put your hands on theirs to stop them.

"Allow me." You smile up at them.

Their hands fly back up to their face and a flustered noise sounded from their throat. This time they aren't peeking.

You undo the button of their pants to expose the zipper underneath. It's easy enough undressing them from there– you unzip the zipper and see the top of their happy trail disappearing underneath their boxers. You allow them to lift their hips enough to take off the layers of useless clothing preventing you from fully accessing them. They take off their shirt next, tossing it aside with the rest of their clothing.

A shy hand still covers their mouth in a poor attempt to remain calm.

Just as they had been admiring your presence, you couldn't help but admire theirs. Everything about them was simply breathtaking to you. The scars, the tattoos, the piercings, everything that made them– them. You loved them, every inch of them, and you were ready to show them that tonight, just as they had shown to you.

You place your hands on their knees and comfortingly rub the flushed skin of their thighs, feeling the toned muscle underneath.

"Whenever you're ready." You glance up at their covered face with a lust ridden smile.

"Okay–" They let out a nervous breath.

Sloan's legs finally part and you lean in between them, placing a kiss to their dripping heat before diving in to devour them. Their heavy breaths and moans of ecstasy gave you an indication of how well you were doing so far. However, you weren't prepared for their legs to clamp down on your head to keep it steady in place.

"Ah– fuck– sorry–"

Their legs loosen their grip before you readjust them around your head just as they had been placed before. You loved the effect you were having on them, and you wanted all the experiences that came with it. Your hastened pace does not relent as you draw out more wonderful sounds from them– moans, groans, breaths, swears, you name it.

"Trying my hardest not to crush your head like a watermelon right now..."

Cracking jokes at a time like this... you expected nothing less.

Just for doing that you focus on their piercing and lightly rolled the metal against your tongue before carefully sucking on it. This earns you an exceptionally loud moan of pure bliss as they drop your name multiple times.

"Fuck– I'm close..." Their statement sounds more like a plea.

While you were more than ready to watch their release, you weren't done with them just yet. You pull away and they instantly whimper, lock their legs shut and lean farther back into the couch to catch their breath.

"So, how'd I do?" You ask honestly, grabbing their shirt to dab their sweating face for them.

"You did great!" They hug your body close, and you pat their head affectionately.

"We're not done yet." You reach for the bag by the couch. "There's only one real problem though. I don't know how to put this thing on..." You shyly admit before pulling out the strap from your shared bedroom.

They innocently laugh before taking it from you, fitting it around your waist and adjusting it so it fits nicely around your hips.

"Come up here with me so you can be comfortable."

You do as your told and sit beside them, allowing them to lay you back on the couch before placing a pillow behind your head to keep your neck from going stiff.

"You've already done plenty. Let me take it from here."

I guess you couldn't argue with that.

You watch as Sloan carefully straddles your hips and aligns themself atop the strap before lowering themself without warning. The impact causes you to audibly yelp before they lift themself up again to relieve the pressure on your lower body.

"Sorry! I'll be gentle~"

You look up at them trying their hardest to ride you as delicately as they could manage. Truly, you felt that there was no other way to describe what was happening other than utterly dreamlike– they grasp your hand and hold it tightly as they continue their needy grinding up against your strapped hips. They kept their pace nice and slow, and you watch their rhythmic motions for minutes on end.

"I love you~" You can see them begin to lose themself as their back arches from repeated hits of their G spot. "Hah~ I love you, I love you..."

You squeeze their hand tight in response. "I love you, too. Now be good, and come for me." You ask them nicely.

"Ah~ [Y/N]... you're too good to me. I'm close~ I'm so close~"

They use their free hand to support themself on the couch. Between heavy breaths you can see them grow closer and closer to their end, and you wanted to be apart of every second of it.

"I want to see it on your face." You lovingly commanded, just as they had done to you, days before.

They look you in the eyes and grin.

The grin.

It's always the grin.

They collapse on top of your body and you throw your arms around them. Their breath is heavy and warm against your rosy blushed skin, and they begin to place kisses on you anywhere they can reach.

"My turn!"

The strap around your hips gets discarded on to the floor before they scoop you up for cuddles on the opposite side of the couch. You instantly melt into their touch and nuzzle their warm skin against yours.

"You did so well! I'm so proud of you!"

They place kisses all over your face. You giggle from the shower of affection. For a moment all is quiet between the two of you, allowing yourselves to recover from your lovemaking.

"Thank you for the good time." They lightly ruffle your tangled hair.

"Anything for you." You smile up at them, watching them turn vermillion red all over again.

#🥴 #it's blizzard's fault for making them sound so eager ffs #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #venture overwatch #venture ow2 #venture x reader #venture x you #sloan cameron #sloane cameron

[dailyjsa]

Welcome to DailyJSA's JSA Member Tournament!

Sixty four enter, one takes the crown!

These are characters who were either explicitly stated to be members of the JSA, or very involved with the team to the point that they're basically a member (mainly applies to Thunderbolt). Some are in a grey area due to retcons (such as Hippolyta) or were barely involved with the team, but they still count. Batman, Wonder Woman (Diana), Superman, and Robin have been excluded from this tournament to give other less popular characters a fair chance.

These initial matchups were made with a randomizer to be as fair as possible.

Each week, a round of polls will be posted. All polls will be a week long.

Since there are so many matchups to start, Round One will be split into two parts. The matchups are below the cut for those who may have trouble reading the bracket.

Feel free to send in an ask if you have any questions.

Round One (3/20):

Darknight vs Terry Sloane (Mr. Terrific)

Jesse Chambers (Jesse Quick/Liberty Belle) vs Al Pratt (The Atom)

Jennifer Pierce (Lightning) vs Al Rothstein (Atom Smasher)

Salem Nader (Salem The Witch Girl) vs Jeffrey Graves (Mister America)

Earth 2 Helena Wayne (Huntress) vs Jay Garrick (The Flash)

Dinah Lance (Black Canary) vs Sonia Sato (Judomaster)

Hector Hall (Doctor Fate) vs Pieter Cross (Doctor Mid-Nite)

Rick Tyler (Hourman) vs Ted Grant (Wildcat)

Matthew Tyler (Hourman) vs Joan Dale (Miss America)

Tom Bronson (Wildcat) vs Grant Emerson (Damage)

Jakeem Williams (Jakeem Thunder) vs The Thunderbolt

Jim Corrigan (The Spectre) vs Hippolyta (Wonder Woman)

Khalid Nassour (Doctor Fate) vs Jack Knight (Starman)

Kent Nelson (Doctor Fate) vs Thom Kallor (Starman)

Maxine Hunkel (Cyclone) vs Markus Clay (Amazing Man)

New Golden Age Helena Wayne (Huntress) vs Roxy

Round One Continued (3/27):

Billy Batson (Captain Marvel) vs Yolanda Montez (Wildcat)

Todd Rice (Obsidian) vs Dinah Drake (Black Canary)

Anna Fortune vs Beth Chapel (Doctor Mid-Nite)

Carter Hall (Hawkman) vs Red Tornado (John Smith)

Shiera Hall (Hawkgirl) vs Sand Hawkins (Sand/Sandman)

Michael Holt (Mr. Terrific) vs Alan Scott (Green Lantern/Sentinel)

Sylvester Pemberton (Star-Spangled Kid) vs Courtney Whitmore (Star-Spangled Kid/Stargirl)

Karen Starr (Power Girl) vs Wesley Dodds (Sandman)

Sara Butters (Red Beetle) vs Nathan Heywood (Citizen Steel)

Kent V Nelson (Doctor Fate) vs King Chimera

Kendra Saunders (Hawkgirl) vs Teth-Adam (Black Adam)

Ri vs Ted Knight (Starman)

Pat Dugan (S.T.R.I.P.E.) vs Libby Lawrence (Liberty Belle)

Rex Tyler (Hourman) vs Johnny Thunder

Charles McNider (Doctor Mid-Nite) vs Jennie-Lynn Hayden (Jade)

David Reid (Magog) vs Kate Spencer (Manhunter)

#dc comics #jsa #justice society of america #dc character tournament #bracket #character tournament #jsa member tournament

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

can you write some headcanons about venture x junkrat x lúcio? 🥺

🪼- im not sure if you meant just the three of them or x reader included, so i played it safe lol. if you want to have reader included i can write another!! <3

BoomBoxRocks Headcannons

Venture and Junkrat together are already a very chaotic mix, and Lucio is their tiebreaker. He decides when to go crazy or when it's time to chill out.

Venture and Junkrat love demolition and playing in the dirt. Sloan talks a lot about specific qualities of rocks and things about the land they find interesting. Jamison can't keep up, his brain too slow, so he'll just nod his head and try to pay attention, even if it's going in one ear and out the other.

None of them can hear lol, they're always shouting and the others go, "Huh?? Say that again??" Lucio is always wearing headphones and the amount of concerts have really gotten to him. Lucio has probably accidentally booped himself in the face. I feel like he can amplify outside noises through his headphones as well! Junkrat already has a nonexistent attention span, and the explosions he's taken has probably turned his hearing into soft, ringing noises. Venture's drill is so loud and shaky that they still feel the vibrations even when they're not using it, and they hear the noise even when it's not there.

Lucio is the emotional support boyfriend of the group, and he's honestly the best at giving them advice, even they don't take it. He always speaks from his heart and there to comfort when they need it. Lucio gets bashful when Junkrat and Venture get super physical. He enjoys it, but they are so handsy that cuddles can turn nasty very quickly. That, and they are both covered in soot and dirt.

Venture is the gift giver of the group. They gave Jamison flintstone and steel, knowing his pyromaniac tendencies. For Lucio, they were lucky enough to get their hands on a vintage limestone lithophone! Lucio loves his gift, and uses it to make a heartfelt song about his lovers. Junkrat and Lucio try to get together to gift them something back. "It needs bombs!" Junkrat's onetrack mind speaks for itself. "That would be great, but, uh... it would explode." Lucio reasons. "Exactly!!"

They end up giving Venture a treasure map!! That way, Junkrat could not only include bombs, but Lucio was able to hide a little homemade volcanic rock bracelet along the way :)

🪼- tbh i could write so much more!! if you like it and want pt 2 lmk!!!

#boomboxrocks #venture x lucio x junkrat #overwatch ship #overwatch headcannons #lucio correia dos santos #venture #sloan cameron #junkrat #jamison fawkes

[midnightsun-if]

out of curiosity, and not because i'm team change scarlett's sexuality, but what are the other ifs with ice queen ros?

Some of these don’t fit the Ice Queen trope to a T, but they’re adjacent to it or fall close enough for it to count… I think anyway. They’re in the general area, let’s say.

Michael/Margot Steele @absentia-if

Rin @vendetta-if

Belladonna Malady @night-market-if

Ivy Sloan @bouncyballcitadel

Hamish/Helena (maybe Lestrade too… a bit?) @doriana-gray-games

Seraphina @keeperofthesunandmoon

Alessa @anathemafiction

Syfyn @exilethegame

I adore all of these characters— even if I haven’t been able to play the games they’re in as much I’d like to— and the authors who create them are wonderfully talented— if you haven’t checked out any of the games, I highly suggest that you do!

There’s probably a lot more that I just couldn’t think of off the top of my head, but I hope this small list is satisfactory!

#midnight sun #asks

[noodyl-blasstal]

Sick Trick Fic

It's @taznovembercelebration day 19 and today's card pull for the prompt was "sick"

TW for blood, injury, and allusion to death, but injuries are minor and everyone's okay.

Read below or on Ao3. Missed yesterday? Catch up here.

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Kravitz hates Sloane more than he’s ever hated Sloane before.

He hates her more than the time she dared him to lick the snail, more than the water balloon sneak attack, even more than the time she convinced him to jump off the roof onto the trampoline - that last one was probably going to hurt less than this.

“Krav! Stop!” Sloane yells.

As if that’s a thing he can just do, as if he hasn’t thought of that excellent and really difficult to conceive of plan already. He opens his mouth to reply, but he’s fairly sure it’s just yelling coming out. He’s going so fast and he doesn’t know if words can mean anything at this speed.

“Kravitz! The rail!” Sloane sounds about as panicked as Kravitz feels. Which is many. Much of panic.  A wealth of panic! Here’s the field where he harvests his panic crops and they’re positively overflowing.

At least ‘skateboard accident’ means he’ll sound cool when people ask how he died. Better than ‘died alone and not brave enough to ask out the guy he was probably in love with.’ In fact, maybe Taako’ll be impressed by it! Not that it’ll do Kravitz much good once he’s been violently thrown from this mortal coil, but it’s nice to think that Taako might briefly consider what could have been. Shit. Maybe he can try to throw himself clear?

Kravitz’s body finally comes back online and starts responding to his brain’s panicky instructions to do literally anything to try and stop this happening. Terrible timing as he’s about to smash into the fucking railing, but better than nothing. It’s too late to try and turn, he’s going to have to try and jump. Kravitz forces his back leg down to try and get some leverage, it’s going to hurt, but he’s had road rash before, he’ll get over it, maybe he’ll even get a day off work? 

For a glorious second he’s convinced he managed to jump free, he’s in the air, he’s not smashing into the railing! He’s not being smashed in the balls by unforgiving steel! What he wasn’t expecting though, was that the board might come with him, or his inability to move as far sideways as he planned... Fine. So maybe he just delayed the inevitable and he’s just going to smash into the railing from a fun new angle instead because he’s plummeting down down down towards it and there’s nothing else he can do.

The board catches the railing sideways and jolts his back heel, this is definitely going to fuck up his plantar fascitis, if he survives his physio’s going to be disappointed and shake their head solemnly and ask if he really thought that skateboarding was <i>helpful to his recovery?</i>. But even bitter disappointment and a bad grade in being a patient from a healthcare provider is preferable to death. Probably. 

Someone’s yelling behind him, but he’s too busy trying not to fall to process the shape their words are making.

When Sloane decided that skateboarding was going to become her entire life (because she was gay for Hurley) he did some reading. He got her a helmet and knee pads and read some WikiHow pages, he just needs to remember literally anything from them. 

“Balance!” Screams what’s almost definitely Sloane.

Yeah, that’s fair. That’s a thing he can try to do. 

He fights the urge to windmill his arms desperately, and instead focuses on leaning in a way which doesn’t feel terrible, and he’s doing it? He’s doing it! He’s sliding down the rail and he isn’t dead and he might even look cool maybe? Hopefully Sloane gets a picture so he can show Taako… or she can show Taako? That was a normal and natural thing to come up in conversation. 

The high was good, great even, but he didn’t consider that he couldn’t just hang out here. What grinds up must grind down? Fuck, no, that sounds like a double entendre he doesn’t have time to laugh at. There’s open sky ahead of him and a whole lot of ground waiting to meet him and beat him up in exchange for the looking cool hubris . He doesn’t remember anything that the WikiHow said about this bit and the ground’s approach rudely isn’t slowing down to give him a moment to think about how to not die. Maybe if he just jumps again? Double jump? It works on Mario kind of probably?

The ground doesn’t agree.

“Hurg.” Says Kravitz. He opens his eyes tentatively, one at a time, just to be safe, just to make sure they hadn’t been jangled right out of their bone houses.

There’s a familiar pair of beaten up trainers in front of him. Maybe he <i>was</i> dead.

“Akko?”

“Sick grind, hot stuff. Taako didn’t know you could skate.” Kravitz didn’t either, but he can take praise from Taako any day of the week. Twice on Tuesdays. It wasn’t Tuesday he didn’t think, unless it was?

Maybe if he just leans up on his arm he can look alluring and Taako will want to lie down on top of him.

“Ow.” He says, and collapses back down onto his side.

Or maybe he could lie very still and not think too loudly because even that made his brain feel spiky.

“You’re really pretty.” He says instead. Because when you’re dead you can say whatever you want.

“Uh huh.” Taako says.

“Your hair’s really nice and you’re clever and funny and you smell good and you’re so handsome.” His teeth are going to fall out of his face because he can feel every single one of them and that’s probably bad, but Taako deserves to know how good he is.

“Are you okay, Krav?” Taako’s much closer than he was before. It’s wonderful, Kravitz can see his freckles and his tooth gap and maybe he can count all the freckles there’s at least seven… nine… eight… maybe he should start over. One… one… five…

“Did you hit your head?” Taako’s voice is higher than usual. Kravitz doesn’t mind.

“Krav, answer me. Are you okay?” Taako’s face is right next to his, if Kravitz just leans forward slightly… 

“KRAV!” Sloane yells just as his lips connect with Taako’s.

Taako’s face gets further away and is replaced by Sloane’s. 

“Are you dead too?” 

“Kravitz?

“Did you die?” 

Sloane just looks down at him, brow crinkled.

Okay, so she wasn’t going to answer him. Fine. He looks around for Taako, maybe they can kiss more instead?

“I’ll call an ambulance.” Says someone in the distance. 

Kravitz hopes whoever it’s for is okay.

–

“Well well well, look who the cat dragged back to consciousness.” Says Sloane, as if she doesn’t know he’s been pretending to be asleep since the doctors left and said she was on her way to visit him.

“It was a dream, right?”

“Nope.” Sloane sounds positively delighted.

“I didn’t?” 

“You did.” She nods. “Right on the mouth.”

“Did he…?” 

“I mean, you were bleeding quite heavily at the time.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, probably not quite how you were planning to seduce him?”

“No.” Says Kravitz stiffly.

“But he did give me his number to pass on.”

“What?” Kravitz tries to sit up again and swiftly flops back down when it feels like everything is tipping slowly sideways.

“He said it was pretty metal.”

“I’m pretty metal?”

“You sure are, bud.” Sloane pets him reassuringly on the arm. “You sure are.”

-

I hope you enjoyed! Want to see more? Find the next prompt here.

#TAZNC #taz november celebration #Taakitz #TW blood #TW injury #Noodyl Writes

[gravity-barbie]

Being a Sparrow and falling for The Umbrellas HCs

Request

A/N: Sorry for the lack of Luther, I did actually start writing one for him but it was basically just his relationship with Sloane. Also the Hargreeves canonical love interests are pretty much erased in this.

Sparrow version

Masterlist

Diego Hargreeves

-Diego isn’t the most agreeable umbrella but since most his attitude is directed at Ben who needs to get bullied more than anyone you’ve ever met, you’re actually cool with him, and even defend him when Ben bites back

-And Diego really doesn’t mind your signature sparrow attitude when it’s on his side, he doesn’t trust you and makes no secret of that but he’ll accept your back up and focus his animosity on your other siblings

-If nothing else, he appreciates the fact that you wear your heart on your sleeve, he can be very gullible and everyone around him seems to be scheming so he feels drawn to you and your lack of bullshit, sort of sparking a quiet alliance between the two of you

-Eventually you get some chances to talk one on one, and before you know it speaks are flying, Diego can hardly believe it, but he realises he’s falling for the enemy again

-He’s a little resistant to these feelings, and tries to keep up his ‘cool guy’ act, but it doesn’t take much convincing from you to melt away his defences and then he makes his move with a lot of passion

-You’re pretty out in the open with your relationship, and you progress quickly, even more so when you learn how limited your time left in the world is

-Your siblings don’t get it at all, Ben in particular is seriously questioning your taste, but you don’t care what they think, Diego seems to though as you have to stop him from picking a fight every time one of them makes a dig

-By the time you two get to the reset universe, neither of you are as invested in your remaining group as you are in each other, so you decide to go off on your own together, and maybe try having your first date

Allison Hargreeves

-You don’t notice Allison much you’re first meeting, but the attitude she brings to your later negotiations makes her very hard to ignore, you’re curious about her because while the rest of the umbrellas are nuisances for sure, there’s an edge to her that her siblings can’t start to compete with, perhaps you or the sparrows could though

-You prod at her, trying to figure out what her deal is, but she’s too defensive and at best you can exchange some vitriolic humour with her, so instead you ask Luther what her problem is, who doesn’t think better of telling you the whole story, and of course losing a child -among other significant traumas- can pull on even your frosty heartstrings

-When you show her a bit of kindness she’s initially suspicious, but once you voice your support over her decision to ice out Viktor -not an act as the way you see it he pretty much killed Claire- she’s so relieved to finally interact with someone who gets where she’s coming from that she ignores the fact that you’re basically the little devil on her shoulder

-You can’t pretend your interest in her is purely due to curiosity or sympathy, and after a few conversations romantic tension starts to bubble between the two of you, which she doesn’t resist for long, because even though it surely can’t be healthy she needs something to sustain her

-Your siblings are skeptical of this relationship, considering Allison has made it no secret that she’ll do whatever it takes to achieve her goals, Sloane in particular is a little concerned for you

-But even if Allison seems like she’s made of steel to them, you get glimpses of the abundant vulnerability she has right under the surface, you two actually open up to each other some, you drop the big bad sparrow act when it’s just the two of you, and she confides in you little details about her daughter and how she’s feeling

-You really start to care about her well-being, so while you’re worried to do so -since Allison seemed to like you because you agreed with her- you bite the bullet and suggest she try to make amends with Viktor, which she obviously doesn’t take well and sparks quite the fight, though you try to explain it’s for her sake not his, and remind her of your experience losing siblings

-Despite the fact that the more you grow to care about her the more disagreements you get into, she still sure as hell isn’t gonna lose you and factors you into her deal with the devil

Klaus Hargreeves

-You are infatuated with Klaus from almost the exact moment you see him stumbling around your house in a cowboy hat, he’s so quirky, and fun, and unlike anyone you’ve ever met, especially around the academy and you offer him some leniency in the big battle

-The next time you see him is on the brink of the apocalypse, when he comes crashing into the hotel with your father, swearing the old basted is a changed man, and you don’t know why you feel protective over Klaus but you find yourself warning him that he can’t trust Reginald, to which he just tries harder to convince you

-Not knowing anyone but the bride and your unbearably sulky brother as Sloane and Luther’s wedding arrives, you decide to seize the opportunity to talk to Klaus, brushing off his attempts to talk about your dad and asking him questions about himself until the self-centred part of his brain takes over and he starts blabbing

-When he realises you’re actually ‘interested’ in him he’s quick to lay on the flirting thick, and it’s quite nice for both of you to be caught up getting to know each other while everyone else seems so distracted

-Except of course Ben who watches your thing unfold with the upmost disgust, though his taunts are futile when you and Klaus are just as quick to mock him back

-Though you’re certainly swayed by the rush of it all, you two actually manage to bond beyond just needing someone to couple up with for a wedding at the end of the world, you both get very confessional and offer each other some comfort over old wounds, and the next morning when the spell wears off your interest in each other remains

-You still don’t want to trust Reginald, but Klaus appeals to you by confessing that as quick as it is, he does really like you and he wants to see if you two can become something, which begrudgingly you agree with

-So when Klaus doesn’t make it into Oblivion you lose motivation real quick which he witnesses in the afterlife, feeling so irritated that he met someone that he’s willing to make sacrifices for but he does just that, returning to you from beyond the grave

Viktor Hargreeves

-You find it very easy to click with Viktor, he’s the only umbrella who tries to mediate from the get go which you really respect, and as you get to see his combination of well-earned confidence and genuine desire to do good you can’t stop yourself from gravitating towards him

-Viktor is cautious, but he’s eager to make peace so when you start showing him attention he doesn’t shy away from it, of course he’s completely oblivious to the fact that you’re flirting with him until you spell it out, after which he’s both flattered and flustered

-He’s a bit slow to initiate anything but he’ll match any advances you make, even though he doubts this thing you have going on is a good idea

-Most of the umbrellas are actually okay with your relationship for the simple fact that you clearly make Viktor really happy, all his inner turmoil and family problems just fade into the background when he’s with you

-The Sparrows are a fair bit more judgemental, as well as weary considering Viktor seems to be the strongest umbrella, Ben just mocks you for being into such a sulk, prompting one of your many fights

-You really don’t have a lot of patience for Allison and you feel compelled to hit back at her on Viktor’s behalf but he always calls you off, so you try to restrain yourself and just focus on comforting him

-You know firsthand how shady your family -especially Reginald- can be, so you quickly jump ship with Viktor in the big to save or not to save the world debate, but while you’re glad you’re spending your last days together, and don’t want to risk another goodbye, you bittersweetly discuss all the things you wish you could do if you had more time

-So when alls said and done, you’re in a strange new universe, estranged from your families, you find joy in the fact that you have each other and all the time in the world

#diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #viktor hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #tua #the sparrow academy #sparrow!reader #tua x reader #tua x you #the umbrella academy preferences #the umbrella academy imagine

[hope-to-hell]

No Way to get Ahead. August Walker. Allusions to death and dismemberment, nothing particularly explicit. This is a chance for August to unload a bit, in the form of a one-sided conversation with some unknown goon. Anyway, it’s not like it matters who they are. Were. Whatever.

——

Would you— just give me a minute here. Christ, the blood’s not even dry yet and you’re here with your million fucking questions. So listen, and watch, and shut your mouth while I work. It took me weeks to get here, weeks to track this fucker down and what did I get?

More questions.

More endless questions, each tied to the one before. It’s gonna be a nightmare getting this straightened out. Not like she’s gonna care. I’ve got a name and that’s good enough for her but this isn’t about Sloane, not really. Besides, the who is ephemeral. Lackeys come and bodies go and nothing ever really changes. It’s the what and the why that are giving me trouble. Something’s on the wind, something nasty even for me. There’s so much rot, you can’t help but smell it. It stinks of mildew and bile, old blood and new piss.

It smells like being buried alive.

The bitch of it is, I’m good at this. This shit about the Hammer is all smoke; I leave a few bodies for the cleaners and a little bit of intel all wrapped up nice and neat: dear Erika, I saw this and thought of you. But that’s not the good stuff. It doesn’t really matter if she has their names; they’re just meat by then. And teeth, and fingernails, and bits of viscera here and there. It’s a show, don’t you get it? I bring the goods and get a pat on the head and if I let her pull my hair a little— well, who says this can’t be fun once in a while? Besides, blood calls to blood. We’ve both got that audaciously stubborn streak; it’s what I lov—

And if I spend a little extra time in the reading rooms all by my lonesome, who’s gonna think anything of it? Secrets have a way of threading themselves through the earth, through concrete and steel til they rattle around in the walls. If you’re careful, if you’re focused, you can hear them; it’s like they want to be heard, to be caught. And it doesn’t matter if I’m seen down there. Being Erika Sloane’s pet has its advantages. I’m hers; I go where I’m ordered, so anywhere I am is right where I’m supposed to be.

The question is, friend, are you where you’re meant to be? Because I have this sneaking suspicion you’re not here out of the goodness of your heart. Maybe you’re someone’s dog too, and I can guess whose. It’s a wonder I can get anything done with the way he’s always watching and picking and being so goddamn irritating about every little thing. John, did you set the charges? Is there sparkling water in the helicopter? Are you sure the apartment isn’t bugged? You’d think I was some fresh-faced kid right out of the Academy. And if I have to hear one more word about Ethan fucking Hunt—

You know, as long as you’re here you might as well make yourself useful. Nevermind whose hand that is; it’s none of your business. Yeah, in that cooler there. Bag first, then ice. You want it to get frostbite? I would’ve taken their head, but it’s not so pretty anymore. Still, I’ll box this up all nice and neat and leave it on Sloane’s desk. She’s not much for the whole it’s the thought that counts thing, though. Might have to butter her up a little. She might see right through it, but that’s part of the fun. And you know, she tastes so sweet when she’s on the cusp of finding out.

Listen. I know Lane doesn’t much like what I do with his guys but a body’s a body and it’s not like it’s hard to pick up another angry disillusioned kid looking to get back at the world. All he has to do is tell you about a world of equals, born from the ashes; he piques your interest and sends you on a few simple errands, and before you know it you’re marching in step to his idiotic schemes. It’s hard to back out when you’ve got agency men climbing down your throat and Solomon Lane fucking you right in the ass with his wouldn’t it be a pity if somebody found out what you get up to when you’re away.

Lane and I agree on one thing at least: there’s rot in every part of this world and all we can do is burn it out. But he had to go and make it personal— he had to turn this into a dick-measuring contest against Ethan Hunt. He only has to hear the little twerp’s name and his pants are already around his ankles. Langley’s a vacation paradise by comparison. It’s all about the job: whether Erika’s dressing me down or undressing me, it’s nothing personal.

But listen. Whatever you’re doing here, whatever errand you’ve been sent on, you’re not leaving. Maybe you didn’t know the risk. It doesn’t matter. I can’t have so many of you out there knowing my face or the nature of my work. And yeah, I’m afraid that means you as well. We play a game where the rules are always changing and loyalties mean next to nothing. Like I said, the who doesn’t matter— only the why. If it makes you feel any better, that means me too. I’m just a part of the whole, one cog in a vast machine. Rebirth will come one way or another, and though I don’t want to die for the cause, it’s pretty much a given. After all, a phoenix can’t rise without burning first. You’ll just be kindling for the flame, but don’t feel too bad about it. So make it easy on yourself: hold nice and still, and I’ll make it quick.

Guess I’ll have a head to give Erika after all.

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker fic #pre canon? #maybe. #does it really matter though? #mission impossible: fallout

[absentia-if]

Which ROs (including DLCs) are most likely to impulsively kiss MC during pinning stage?

Would Do So (No Hesitation):

Blaine/Blaire, Luca, Kennedy, and Leon/Leia

Probably Not:

Angelus/Angelina, Kade/Kara, and Quinn

Definitely Not:

Michael/Margot, Nicholas/Natalie, Wren/Wynn, and August/Audrey

It Wouldn't Be Impulsive:

Six

#absentia #kade lewis #kara lewis #michael steele #margot steele #blaine ellis #blaire ellis #wren cassidy #wynn cassidy #nicholas paxton #natalie paxton #luca lewis #leon walker #leia walker #kennedy ellis #quinn laurent #august sloane #audrey sloane #six #angelus sinclair #angelina sinclair #anonymous #asks #ask

[iknikblackstonevarrick]

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for March 10, 2018; #157.

Davyd Blast & His Sunshine Drugdealers “Wake Up”

Sloane Peterson “Rats”

Naomi Punk “Journey To The Top”, “Cookie”

Birthing Hips “Sex Bias”

Neo Boys “Empty My Head”

Sediment Club, The “Deeper Into Hell”

Trash Monkeys “Trash Monkey Universe”

Sadie Dupuis “Deady (demo)”

Garden Centre “Monster Energy”

Feel Blue “Low Is Getting Slow”

hMAS “Three Shooting Stars”, “Extravert”

Broken Talent “Radiation”

Warehouse “Euphrates”

Archeopteryx “Elephant Jester With A Hat Made Out Of Trunks Either Sneezing Or Crying”

Guerilla Toss “Smack The Brick”

Suss Cunts “Shit Friend”

Failed Flowers “8 A.M.”

Bethlehem Steel “One Giant Fuck Machine”

Spray Paint “Day Of The Rope”

Street Eaters “Nation Builder”, “Waxwing”

Coca Leaf “Riding Ice”

Fern Mayo “Chomping At The Bit”

Deaf Wish “Green Flame”

Big Brave “There Are No Victories Only Burning Flags and Fallen Men“

Throwaway “Milk Song”

58008 “Devolve”

Vehicle Blues “Lotto Pop Ice”

Black Moth Super Rainbow “Melt Me”

Beck “MTV Makes Me Wana Smoke Crack”

Deluxe noise rock, garage, cassettes, lo-fi, trash, and junk sounds.

#omega #music #playlists #mixtapes #cassettes #lo-fi #garage #noise rock #trash #junk #Beck #Black Moth Super Rainbow #Big Brave #Coca Leaf #Bethlehem Steel #Guerilla Toss #Broken Talent #hMAS #Sediment Club #Birthing Hips #Naomi Punk #Davyd Blast & His Sunshine Drugdealers

[justellsdream]

CUDDLES AND THUNDERSTORMS

Hello, this is my first one-shot so I hope you'll enjoy it.

English is not my first language so if there are some mistakes please tell me.

Oc x Alex Morgan

~~~~~~

Bailey was sitting on the couch, in her arms a little girl with long black hair and caramel skin. They were watching a Disney movie laughing at a few jokes and standing by in moments of souspance. Alex was leaning against the door jamb watching the scene with a tender smile on her face as she was live on Instagram with her phone.

<auti Ales! Come watch the movie with us!> it was the third marathon of the week watching the two Frozen movies and each time both of them were engrossed in the movie as if they wanted to get into the screen and be a part of it. The two were singing the songs together by now, out of tune like two bells but with big smiles on their faces and Alex would stop everything she was doing to look at them feeling her heart fill with joy at that sight.

Sloane loved staying with them and neither of the women complained about the child's presence. By now she had also gotten used to sleeping together with her aunts and the other teammates envied this relationship, especially Megan who fought every time with Tobin to be able to be the favorite aunt, but it was undoubtedly Bailey. <I'm coming> the woman sat down beside them soon finding Bailey's hand on her thigh letting her know that she was close. She was close to the child but wanted to feel Alex's presence as well, nothing malicious, just a caress that would later bring her certainty.

They had been together for a couple of years that seemed to be passing quickly and in the best of ways, they had even thought about marriage and children but Bailey had confessed her fear in becoming a parent so they had decided to wait, but nothing was stopping them from having evenings together with their niece. <this is the most beautiful part> the little girl lit up as she saw the castle emerge from nowhere, the snow transforming and then molding itself into the protagonist's deepest desires.

The movie soon ended and Alex had to find herself in front of the two looking at her with a big smile on her face. <pop corn> they shouted it together as if they were in each other's head. The woman giggled but nodded and asked Sloane to help her when Bailey's phone started ringing. The phone call did not last long and Bailey started looking for a new movie to watch with Sloane when a thunder intruded on the quiet noises of the house. The girl ended up jumping as she has always had a hidden fear of thunderstorms.

The light that dimmed the world for a moment and then let it fall into the darkness of clouds, the rain that flooded the streets and tapped on the roofs of houses, and most of all that thunderstorm that stopped all the other noises by forcing her ears into its power. Even as a child she had been afraid of it, but then showing it was endearing to the people around her, they hugged her and told her stories about how it was a chariot from the skies catching big rocks that caused those noises but when she had grown up her family had taken her for a childish girl and her cousins had laughed at her.

Bailey steeled herself, however, ending up squeezing her eyes shut when a flash of lightning illuminated the room again. She did not realize she had brought her knees to her chest trembling when a clap of thunder clouded her mind. Alex stopped in the doorway, blocking even Sloane who was reaching for her. She looked at her girlfriend's reaction with a slight sad smile on her lips then lowered her gaze to the little girl. <I think Aunty Bailey needs some cuddles> the little girl nodded quickly running to hug the girl's head.

Alex stood still for a moment, she had never seen her girlfriend in such position, she was the one who usually gave her courage in every situation never being afraid of anything yet, this time it was Bailey who was fragile in front of her eyes and all she wanted was to be by her side and make her feel better. She approached the girl leaving the bowl on the table then put an arm around Bailey's shoulders immediately seeing her shining eyes resting on her figure. Bailey shivered again, a flash making her heart beat so fast she thought it might come out of her chest but Sloane took her face in her small hands looking at her with concern.

<Don't be afraid aunty, I'll protect you> Bailey giggled before smiling tenderly at that scene. She pulled the child towards her squeezing her in a hug that Sloane happily returned. The girl placed a hand on the girl's chest, caressing it as if it would calm her pulse. Alex, who had remained watching them, had tears in her eyes. There was something about that situation that she wanted to tattoo in her mind, she wanted to stop time in that position and stay and watch the two interact in such a tender way. She wanted to carry that memory with her forever, to see it every time she closed her eyes: there was something magical about those quiet evenings that filled her heart with joy.

#alex morgan #fanfic #woso community #woso imagine #fluff #woso