#forthewinn

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@forthewinn said "I hate it when you do things like that."

"Things like what?" She asks, her voice bordering on disinterested as she settles back into her seat. She flips through a magazine that's at least ten years old. The same magazine she flips through every single day. Her opinion on the who wore it best section of this issue has yet to change, even on the umpteenth reread. "My job?"

Sarah's a professional, okay? The most professional person you'll ever meet. She takes her job seriously and her job is to ensure the safety of the President's son. She didn't ask for Winn Ashford to come into her life. It just kind of happened. He's an assignment, a part of the work day. She does her job and she does it well. And she doesn't let anything get in the way of that.

Not even Carrie, the girl who works on the other end of the floor and flirts shamelessly, and really pathetically, with Winn every single day.

#forthewinn #i'm in so deep but i'll never show it on my face (au verse feat forthewinn) #( ask for the secret service au and you shall receive ) #( i am so excited )

[sxrgeantbarnes]

@forthewinn

The sound of a car door being shut startled him out of a sleep he didn’t remember falling into. It clearly wasn’t his intention, going off the fact that he was sitting on the floor, leaned back against a shelf. A lamp above him jostles with his jerk into consciousness, thankfully not falling on his head. The light shows Lucas asleep in his bed, breathing steadily under the covers. Slowly, he stands, turning the lamp off and backing out of the room with gentle steps. He debates closing the door— the sound is a risk of waking the boy and Bucky had spent too long getting him back to sleep after the sound of his father leaving for work woke him up. He decides to take the chance, handling the door like glass as he shuts it carefully.

He yawns as he walks towards the kitchen, one hand rubbing at his already sore neck. First falling asleep on the couch, then against wood— he was going to be achy for the rest of the day. And day it is, sun peaking up outside the window. The clock on the oven says it’s just past seven in the morning. He’s instinctively making a beeline towards the coffee machine when the door opens and Winn walks through. “Hey.” The smile pulling his lips is involuntary and he's not awake enough to question the familiarity of it, “He’s probably going to sleep in, he was up for around an hour after you left.” It’s only then, as he reaches to turn on the machine, that he realizes he’s still holding the book he was reading to Lucas. He blinks at the cover, before waving it at Winn, “We read about pigs.”

#/ hes eepy! #v; don't you ever grow up {it could stay this simple} (forthewinn) #forthewinn #reply

[normaltothemax]

🔪 || send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they’ve just killed someone (literally no idea but this sounds like it could be interesting!)

God, cultists were the worst.

Jake hadn't even been doing anything wrong. He'd just been going about his night, minding his own business. So of course a couple of Ammit's followers had to get into his cab. Of course they had to make him drive at gunpoint to a deserted part of the city and get out. Of course they'd felt the need to monologue about how he shouldn't have killed Harrow, and how his day of reckoning had come, and blah blah blah.

Honestly, Jake had been over it since the moment they'd made themselves known.

They'd put up a good fight, he'd give them that much. The two guys must have had some sort of training, seeing as they'd gotten in a couple of good licks of their own. Hell, Jake was actually out of breath by the time they were both dead. Not only that, his knuckles were bloody, he had a split lip, and he was bleeding from his left temple where they'd shot him in the head (grazed him, really, but that reassurance wasn't enough to stop Steven from freaking the fuck out).

The sound of something moving behind him had him spinning around, fists raised, expecting more of them...only to find himself staring down some wide-eyed guy looking even more out of place than himself, somehow. "Por el amor de Dios," he muttered, resisting the urge to wipe a hand down his face. "Walk away, compañero," he raised his voice so he could actually be heard. "You don't want any part of this."

@forthewinn

#forthewinn #✦ ic: jake lockley #✦ verse: main (jake lockley) #✦ meme reply: jake lockley #jake was the most obvious choice for this one lol #tw: murder #tw: blood #✦ queued

[ofcrossrcads]

“ --- not gonna lie, I'm kind of surprised you're still kicking. Props. ” last time she'd seen Winn a handful of years back, she'd left him bleeding in the back of an ambulance.

{ @forthewinn }

#forthewinn #( verse tbd. ) #// just casually throwing back to that one thread we had #// self burn @ me going afk for five years fnskbfsk

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@forthewinn

"I thought that you said Kara would be IMPRESSED if I knew how to play the XBOX." Mon-El came up and sat next to Winn, pouting. "She was not, she also didn't let me play, she told me that she didn't have one."

#forthewinn #reply: mon el

[aquamanandfriends]

Complex Cover

| muse: Nicholas ‘Hunter’ Erikson | open to: anyone | sexuality: bisexual | suggested connections: someone he's undercover with, maybe they have feelings for him, partner, ex, stranger

"So it's gotten a little complicated," Hunter agreed with a heavy sigh. "We'll just have to roll with it. Look," he began, looking back to the road. "It'll all be over soon. We're close, we just need him to admit to it. If we even see the stash? That's it, we get pulled out. Okay? It's going to be alright."

#【 nicholas erikson ❖ thread 】 #th: complex cover #forthewinn

[empathichearts]

@forthewinn gets a starter -- get yours here!

❝ nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost. ❞ and sometimes, they aren't apparent before a decision is already set in stone. marjan's struggled with her identity most of her life, because different pieces of it seemed forever in conflict. she's one of a kind as they say and struggling with her inability to ever truly fill any mold lay out in front of her. ❝ and it's easy to shy away from a decision to stop from making waves... but that doesn't mean it's the right thing to do. sometimes putting yourself above everything else is important. ❞

#forthewinn #marjan ic tbt. #╰––– » 「 ⛑ 」 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘂𝗲. ┊ baby i'm not even here

[drunkonpotential]

@forthewinn said: "You're leaving. Right now." (100% Winn @ Ellie in dark verse)

A lot of people have come crashing into Ellie's life in the last few years. Like Jeff and Lester, Sarah, John Casey. And those additions have been welcome, mostly. But she kind of thought the infusion of people into her life had its halt for the time being.

But her expectations typically aren't met in the way she had been anticipating. Because now there's another new neighbor. John Casey's nephew. Which, she had no idea he even had a nephew. But that relationship really is just strictly neighborly. It's small talk and invitations to dinner parties in which he usually is kind enough to bring a bottle of wine. She likes John.

His nephew on the other hand? He seems like a real piece of work. He's dismissive to say the least. She can count the number of times she's seen him on one hand. And after that first meeting, when he had dinner at her house and ditched before the meal was even over, she's mostly only seen him when she goes to visit Chuck at the Buy More.

But not tonight. Tonight is a little different. Because, strangely enough, Ellie is in John Casey's house. John had mentioned something to her about his nephew healing from an injury. But refusing to go to a doctor. And well, Ellie's a helpful person. So she volunteered to take a look if the's really worried about it. And John seemed grateful enough at her offer, and she stopped by after her shift. And sat in the living room with John, in relative silence, as they waited for his nephew to get home.

It feels like a bit of an ambush, if she's being honest. But whatever he's healing from could be very dangerous if left untreated. It's safe to say he wasn't happy to see her, but she doesn't really care. Although, she does happen to care about the immediate attitude he chose to lead with.

"Um, I'm not, actually." She says, her eyebrows shooting up in slight surprise as she looks over at John. Who rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He's clearly more used to responses like this than she is, but it doesn't mean he likes them either. "Your uncle asked for my help. So I'm helping."

#forthewinn #will queue still love me when my luck runs out? (queue) #i'm sorry that you're jaded (ellie au verse; feat forthewinn) #( i piggybacked off the sarah dark!winn threads ) #( and had to remind myself of his fake backstory )

[iamthexweapon]

@forthewinn

Tony grunted as he hefted Winn up into his arms to take him down to Bruce's lab, once again utilizing Bruce as the Avengers medic when he was most definitely not that kind of doctor. Helen Cho would've been the first choice, but she was on vacation. She didn't usually take vacations, so he had already tried to take him there.

"Sorry, Winn. Usually I have someone around to help me." He laughed, gingerly setting him down in a chair in the lab, "Bruce! Need some help here with a sprain." He called out, hoping to get his attention. Tony heard grumbling about not being that kind of doctor as the scientist searched for his first aid to set the sprain. "It's not me, it's Winn." He clarified without waiting for a response.

"How'd you do this anyway?" Tony questioned, glancing at the bruising ankle or do I even want to know?" Seeing Winn come in limping was not on his list of things to see today.

#forthewinn #IC; Tony #{v; you know i'm no good }

[idontseehowthatsapartyx]

Blend

open to: anyone | made with betasuggested connections: agent, avenger, anti-hero, fwb, boyfriend/girlfriend

“You’re not going in there as a hero,” if they did, they’d be dead in seconds. The mission would be useless. “You’re not there to save anyone,” Natasha instructed, “You’re not there to stop anything. You’re there to blend in. Become the enemy. Earn their trust, gather the information we need and then leave. That's all.”

#th: blend #forthewinn

[trcstme]

@forthewinn

"I'm really glad we're doing this."

That's the kind of stuff people say on first dates right? That's what they do to try and settle the somewhat awkward energy of these kinds of things. She's sure they're not lying through their teeth though, at least not typically.

But she's not lying. Technically speaking. She is glad they're doing this, she's glad they're here. But only for the sake of clarity. She wouldn't be doing this if she didn't have a reason. If she didn't have a point to prove.

Chuck just had to be nosy. He had to go and hack into secure databases for some kind of dirt on her and Casey. She can't say she blames him, she'd be wary of them if she were him. But she doesn't like what he found. She doesn't like it at all.

He found a heavily redacted, heavily hidden file. One all about her. There's just one problem. None of that happened. There was no human test of the Intersect project, she never underwent some mystery procedure, and she's never met someone by the name of Winn Schott.

But Chuck did some more digging. And he had pictures. She doesn't know how and she's not sure where he got them. But they unsettled her to say the least. She knows those things can be faked, but it all looked a little too real. She's never looked at someone the way she was looking at the guy in the photos. She's never looked that happy, not since she was a kid. And she just couldn't get it out of her brain.

So she felt her own need to investigate. Her own need to track down this guy and get some answers of her own. And she didn't bother telling anyone, this is a solo mission through and through. And she's handling it with a delicate touch.

"This place is really nice." She says, sending him a quick smile as she picks up her menu. "Have you been here before?"

#forthewinn #forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met (au verse feat forthewinn)

[sxrgeantbarnes]

@forthewinn

He was disappointed, to say the least. He finally got a chance to talk to the man he’s been watching for a few weeks now. He learned his name— Winn. It’s been ringing in his head ever since. Even when his date got understandably impatient and tugged on his arm, cutting his conversation short so she could pull him into another dance. He couldn’t exactly deny her that, though he felt guilty for the way his eyes strayed. She didn’t seem to notice, or mind, considering how long she twirled them around the floor. He walked her home when she was ready to leave, and said goodbye on her doorstep with a kiss to her cheek. They both knew there wouldn’t be a second date.

It was fine— really, it was fine. It’s happened more than once since he first stepped foot in that club. He tried not to feel pathetic about his pining, tried to be kind about it, but that didn’t stop him from shaking his head at himself when he found he was taking the long way home. The way that just so happened to find him outside the doors of the Blue Bird. According to his watch, it’s long since been closed. Not surprising, it’s late enough that the streets have mostly emptied. Curiosity had him peeking through the glass of the door, getting a look inside the darkness. 

Only, it wasn’t dark. No, the lights were certainly dim, but he could see Winn making his way around the empty tables. His hand moved faster than rational thought, but it’s not his fault the door opened when he twisted the handle. He certainly was to blame, however, for stepping inside. “Hey,” He shut the door behind him as soon as he passed the threshold, his footsteps strangely loud in the absence of drunk voices and clinking glass. “Sorry, don’t mean to just barge in. I didn’t get to say goodbye earlier an’ I saw you were still here, so.” His shoulders shrugged, hands going into his pockets. “Thought I’d stop to say goodnight.”

#forthewinn #v; chemistry has certain rules that they don’t teach in sunday schools (forthewinn)

[normaltothemax]

@forthewinn liked a starter call

She shouldn’t be here. Had always avoided the secluded cabin, deep, deep in the woods. It looked abandoned, everything surrounding it overgrown and unkempt. It was scary. Bad things happened there, she was sure of it, and nothing good would come of Phee snooping.

But the trees talked—they were very gossipy.

The leaves rustled in the wind as they whispered about a person, someone that didn’t belong among the rest of the foliage. Two people, though one didn’t seem to want to be there. By all accounts, that should’ve been more than enough to make Phee want to keep her distance. She wasn’t stupid. She knew it was dangerous to go poking her nose in business that wasn’t her own.

Instead, it made her curious. Had her creeping closer and closer on bare feet, wings quivering anxiously against her back. She flinched and froze at every sound—each and every one of them some sort of little creature skittering or flying about—but after what felt like ages, she made it to a window. Fingers on the sill, she pushed up onto her tiptoes to peer through it. Her breath caught, eyes widening, when she locked eyes with a man.

#forthewinn #idk phee was just calling out to me #why is he in the cabin? my thought was something to do with his dad or maybe kidnapped or something? #not sure what verse you wanna stick this in but i'm down for whatever #✦ ic: phee parnassus #✦ closed starter: phee parnassus #✦ verse: the before times (phee parnassus)

[olliesmultimuse]

@forthewinn sent: Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together (idk winn @ any marvel muse)

bad situations starters (always accepting)

"...well, this is not...good." Miles admitted truthfully, dropping his fake voice considering he does make his voice deep whenever he's around others although in this situation, he just revealed his true voice. It means, he's uneasy and worried. He tested the restraints out, cursing under his breath. "Damn...I was hoping that they would've messed up with the knots or something."

#🦋⥽ ic / miles morales ⥼ #🦋⥽ v; main ⥼ #🦋⥽ dark content ⥼ #🦋⥽ answered asks ⥼ #forthewinn

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@forthewinn asked: 🗣️ - surprise me

#photos: mon el #( PLEASEEEEEEE ) #forthewinn #incorrect quote meme

[aquamanandfriends]

Elevator Pitch

| muse: Victor Von Doom | open to: canons or ocs | made with legacy | sexuality: pansexual | suggested connections: enemy, friend, ex, will they won’t they, someone he went to school with, friend of a friend, stranger, fan, maybe they want to intern or be his assistant

Victor stood in the elevator with only his security guard. Just as the doors started to close someone else slipped in eagerly. It was a brazen move and Victor held his hand up and stopped his body guard from opening the doors again. He sighed, “Alright, go. You’ve got two minutes.” He said then waited to hear what their pitch was. Usually he didn’t put up with this sort of thing but he was impressed with how eager they’d been.

#th: elevator pitch #【 victor von doom ❖ thread 】 #forthewinn