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@pagubnyy

       “ Right.  So.  Plan A failed spectacularly, so we’ll go ahead and jump to plan C, given that the east entrance collapsed during plan A. “

      He taps his fingers against the map a couple of times to indicate what exactly he’s rambling about with intermittent pauses to drink the now ice cold coffee.  He should probably make more, given the likelihood of them staying up all night.

      “ Unless you prefer plan D. “

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starter for @pagubnyy // august

“August?— what the HELL is that noise?”

[mrsdarliing-blog]

@pagubnyy  (  𝒸𝓇𝓎𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓁  ).

     the time off was much needed, the two of them spending unnecessary money on lavish hotels and room service.  a vacation they deserved, sitting out in the sun by the pool, both in two piece bikinis and a cold alcoholic drink at their sides.  the time away was so nice, though she did miss her husband  ...  she rarely did anything without her jason, things like this being no exception, though crystal had just recently walked away from sam  (  for the millionth time, bless her  )  but in her defense, he was a dumbass.  monica wasn’t fond of the older of the drake brothers  --  he showed his ass too much, made too many shitty comments, didn’t know when to bite his tongue, and he had darling biting her tongue for her friend’s sake more often than not.  good  riddance .

     she took a rather long drag from the electronic cigarette seated on the table next to her drink, sighing out a long breath of smoke.  “ see ,  aren’t  you  glad  we  did  this ?  tonight  we  can  sit  back  in  the  hot  tub  and  get  drunk ,  order  lobster ,  maybe  go  to  the  beach  ...  they’re  having  some  karaoke  thing  at  the  bar  two  blocks  down  we  should  do ,  too . ”

[patronedloss-blog]

allow  me  to  bless  or  curse  your  dash  with  harry  flynn  wearing  sam  drake’s  jacket .  was  it  malicious ?  or  the  new  boyfriend  jacket ?  the  world  may  never  know .

@pagubnyy  /  @lesstrustworthy

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pagubnyy replied to your post: OK after much deliberation, consider this a...

harry vc: fit me inside karter

karter vc: unbelievable

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starter for @pagubnyy​ for chick

FLASHBACK - 15 weeks ago

She feels pretty awkward about this, inviting him out on the premise of another date. What would be their fourth. Greta sips at her tea, hyper aware of how she is very much NOT appearing casual or calm. She’d made sure the date was somewhere public but private enough to have a conversation. The public place was for her own safety— she couldn’t know how someone would react to news like this, hey remember how we had some really fun sex on our first date? well I’m pregnant. 

Nine weeks pregnant. She already had the glow. Her hair is shinier, and her skin looks softer, but she wouldn’t be able to feel truly at ease until she’d told Chick. He’d been nothing but nice and fun, and she really liked him but as soon as she’d taken the test three days earlier, she’d been mentally preparing herself for no more fun  possibly anger, possibly very scary anger. Contentment or even JOY is at the very bottom of her list right now. 

But when he walks into the coffee shop, Greta still can’t help but smile, full and honest, reaching all the way to her eyes. He’s got that effect on her.

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@pagubnyy said:

❝ Have you ever felt really close to someone? ❞ from harry

HE’S A LITTLE taken aback by the words Harry speaks. Normally such things didn’t faze him. He eyes the other man a second, GLANCING him up and down as a quick once over before he draws in a quiet breath, the two of them on the VERGE of discovery when he asks. THE QUESTION certainly is a valid one. HE ALWAYS said this life is a lonely one if ever there was one. As unfortunate as it is, it was in fact the truth. 

He often times found himself pondering what his life would’ve been like if he’d chosen to do something. MAYBE it’s his own fault for feeling that way, EYES coming around the area they’re seated on, stepping forward and perching down on the ground, LEGS dangling from the ledge down into what looked like a BOTTOMLESS abyss.

NOSTRILS flare a bit when he exhales as he leans back, running a hand through his hair for a second before turning back to Harry for a moment and patting the ground beside him before hands rest in his lap. WHAT A DIFFICULT discussion to have for someone so light hearted. HE COULD SYMPATHIZE though. Sometimes he wondered if it was worth getting close to people when their lives were SO FINITE. So fragile. People could die all the time and no one could do anything to stop it.

“...Aw jeez...”

HE TRAILS off, rubbing his eyes with his index & thumb for a second, WIPING off the stress of MINIMAL sleep before he exhales softly.

“I try not t’be...an’ in this biz, S’THE safe route fer bein’ as ‘happy’ as y’possibly can get Harry, but...that never means that s’impossible fer someone t’slip through th’cracks. Y’start feelin’ th’weight a someone gettin’ hurt. S’never all at once. An’ then one day...YER JUS’ standin’ b’fore someone, stealin’ a glance when they’re not workin’ an’ in yer head yer jus’...God please don’t leave me.”

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starter for @pagubnyy // steve rogers

She had sensed something was amiss long before it came to fruition. Even sedated her telepathic powers remained on like a beacon to signals. She’d given up trying to communicate with Sam, Scott and Clint— it had worked to keep her sane, speaking to them telepathically, but she couldn’t maintain it without spiking her vitals which had happened three times with great consequence.

The shock collar. 

It brought tears to her eyes, tears of great grief to hear Clint and Sam and Scott shout and protest when she would lay convulsing and unconscious from the shocks, doing the only thing they could to support her, to look out for her. Wanda was treated as a hostile, and any spike in her vitals meant she would be shocked and subdued. It took them five incidents to realize the collar was reacting to panic attacks.

That’s when they started sedating her. 

Wanda had been shocked earlier that day, and was still dazed when the first indication reached her addled mind. A familiar mind, distress from the guards, she’d reached out to her confined companions, both assuring them that she was alright, and alerting them to the change.

« Something is happening. »

And something does happen. Steve Rogers happens. 

Wanda hears the locks of her cell open, but unlike the others, she is not able to stand and walk through them. She hears a crackle over the speaker system, Steve telling them he was coming to get them. She manages a smile, but she is still trapped in the same straight jacket she’s been in her entire incarceration. The shock collar is still active, and she is confronted starkly with how horribly she must look and smell. Wanda tries to clamp down on the sobering shock of distress that shoots through her— she sucks in a heavy breath through her parched throat. It is not calming.

« I’m restrained. »  She reaches out.  « I need help. »