#&leah

[maxbxnes]

@shecrumbled asked: [TEXT] Are you drunk?

(text) ofc NOT (text) yet 😏😏😏 (text) i will b once i finish this bottle of tequila though. (text) wanna help me out with it?

[maxbxnes]

@shecrumbled​ asked:  ‘ I thought you were at least gonna pretend to fight me on that, but whatever. ’ (from last weekend meme)

Max doesn’t usually make a habit to go up to whoever just to amplify his list of people he feels comfortable with. Sure enough, he is the outgoing one, his sister would argue, but he’s not that much of a social butterfly unless there’s something in it for him. People are just a whole lot of work.

And yet, he is the personification of the blinking white guy meme after her words. Then he chuckles. “So you wanted me to fight you on it. Interesting.” he retorts with a snarky smile “And here I thought you were one serene soul...” it’s sarcasm, she knows it, but it’s not malicious. She is far from being a calm and collected one and he figured it out three seconds into the conversation. “I just so happen to agree with you. We need bait, and I should back you up, so you’re the bait, I’m the back up, what’s not to like about your plan? It’s great.”

[samwchster]

@shecrumbled​ asked:  ‘ no offense, but you’re being a real smooth-brain right now. ’

Sam considers himself a patient man. In fact, he’s so patient sometimes, that he wonders who he takes it after. Not John, that’s for sure, and he only met his mother once, when Cas sent them back in time to 1978, but she was kinda feisty, so maybe that leaves Henry. Another Winchester he never really got to know well, but his grandfather seemed to be the only one who thought before he acted. And that leads him to that exact point, where he’s just looking at the girl in front of him and drawing a blank. “Oh yeah?” he starts, leaning back on his chair. He still looks like crap, but what else is new? It feels like he’s constantly drained and he can’t even be mad that she’s blatantly calling him stupid, “Well, I bet you’re going to share your thoughts even if I don’t ask, so...”

[dreadwolftags]

skye & leah; after the fall.

Shield was the only family Skye had ever truly known. From a young age she had been bumped from foster to foster and there had only been one which had made her feel part of the family. Even they hadn't wanted her in the end. But Shield... Coulson and the others had made her feel like a part of it. Now she watched it crumble around her. The news showed video after video of DC falling. Of Shield being branded a terrorist, that they were Hydra just waiting... 

And Ward. Ward had turned out to be one of them. One of the first people she had trusted in her life and he was Hydra, he was enemy number one. And she had... loved? almost. Maybe. Had thought that she could love him. Now she was just... lost. Everything was falling apart and she had no idea how to fix that. 

"You'll be the one going in for Leah, Skye." That made her head pop up, brown eyes widening. Coulson had some misguided belief she could do this. And... she could, right? "You've got this. Me and May will be in your ear the whole time."

And if Coulson believed in her then sure, she had this. 

It didn't stop the nerves though. The last op she'd been on had her in the hospital with two in her gut. The knowledge of that burned, the scars still painful. 

So many of Shield had ended up with Hydra. How did they know they could trust Leah? the answer had been one of Coulson's smiles. The one which made her wish he had been her father - crinkled eyes and a hint of trust me. And she did. She trusted him with everything she had. Her life was in his and this Leah's hands.

"Coffee, shot of hazelnut please," she ordered before taking the booth she had been advised to. Laptop open in front of her as she witched.