#sourwolf1999

[thewolveswithin]

I'm soo happy for Johnny right now, he looks so healthy and very happy!!😍😍 When I used to see him with Amber heard before she decided to ruin his life he seemed sad and not the johnny depp I always knew I was always really concerned about him. I always knew the truth will come out someday thank god he's happy and healthy❤

Hi, yes he looks so happy and healthy i’m so proud of him and happy for him! he deserve justice, peace and postivity!

[thesummerfox]

so I have actually two prompts to ask (1) something happens to Karen and she ends up in the hospital (2) anything domestically fluffy PS: I'm sorry if this is to much to ask, so if you want to do just one I'm okay with that 😍💖 (but let it be the first one 😂). And thank you sooo much!!💖💖

Thank you for sending this in, oh my goodness! This has been a blast to write -- I decided to opt for 1 and add in sprinkles of 2, how about that? ;) Also, if this prompt is your jam I’ve got one other (older) fic of mine you might like! Though Death Be More Kind fits this bill perfectly, if you haven’t read it yet. ^^As for your prompt... I hope you’ll enjoy this!

Her ears are still ringing.

She winces at the high-pitched whining tone that has wormed its way into her eardrums. Wonders if the quiet in the room around her is setting it off even further, or if she just permanently suffered some damage to her eardrums from that explosion.

The fact that she’s more concerned about damage to her hearing than about the varying cuts and bruises on her body is probably a testament to how good hospital painkillers can be when they work.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” says a voice somewhere to her right as she cracks one eye open and lets out a groan at the harsh light overhead. There’s something familiar about its mellow-toned sound that’s buried deep in her subconscious. She tries to remember what it is by furrowing her brow and attempting to turn her head. Regrets the decision almost immediately when her stomach rolls uncomfortably and bile rises in the back of her throat. The voice sounds concerned about her wellbeing in the next few seconds. “Try not to move too much, okay?”

“M-Micro?” she breathes, finally remembering the name that eluded her before. Croaks out his name and winces at the rough quality of her own voice. Her throat feels like sandpaper. There’s a burn in it that doesn’t subside even after she swallows half a dozen times. She blinks both eyes open now. “W-what?”

“Well, at least your brain still works,” assesses the man. She thinks she detects a sliver of approval in his tone, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. “Rather a sticky situation you landed in. Big explosion, too. You got lucky.”

“Don’t remember.”

It’s only half a lie. There are some holes where her knowledge of last night is supposed to be. She remembers chasing a story. Remembers something about an arms deal going horribly wrong. Definitely remembers the explosion. Is a little hazy about the details. Certainly doesn’t recall how she wound up with needles in her arm and bandages wrapped around various body parts. Her head is swimming. Her stomach flips a somersault as she moves her eyes slowly to the right.

“You look ridiculous,” she croaks out when she gets her first good look at the man. “Seriously. Did you get dressed in the dark?”

Micro raises his piercing blue eyes from the bag he’s holding for a second to fix her with a half-smile. His curly hair is tucked haphazardly into an oversized beanie, he is wearing two scarves that clash horribly with one another in colour, and Karen is pretty sure that he is the only person in her life who’ll don a kimono and hoodie at the same time. He looks just a little too much on the side of kooky for anyone to take seriously. She supposes that’s the entirety of why he chooses to dress that way. If there’s one thing she’s learned about the man, it’s that he thrives off being underestimated.

There’s something else that’s bugging her.

“How did you..?” She gestures haphazardly, groaning as even the smallest movement makes her muscles ache in protest. “Hospital?”

“I’m listed as your first emergency contact,” he shares conversationally while throwing half the contents of her bedside table into the bag. She blinks at that. Huh. “I’m your doddering older brother, Dan Page. I do not trust medical professionals and it took one of the nurses five minutes to explain to me that you were not going to die.” He smirks at that. “I swiped her keycard and half a dozen pain medications while she was preoccupied.”

It hurts to smile, but Karen can’t help break out into a small grin at that.

“There you go.” Micro sounds almost relieved to see her smile, brittle and more teeth than feeling though it may be, and he pats her hand reassuringly. “Dan Page is here to bail you out.”

She frowns at that. “Bail me out?”

“Well, you’ve only got a concussion and three broken bones and a whole lot of stitches.” He shrugs as if all he’s done is announce the weather. “Nothing some rest back home can’t fix. I’ve commandeered a wheelchair. You’ll be fine.”

“Jesus,” she mutters, then, catching on to all the things Micro is not saying, “he’s going spare, isn’t he?”

Micro has the grace to wince. “Like one of my kids' fucking wind-up toys,” he affirms. “I have half a mind to knock him out and check if there’s some kind of battery removal function.”

The laugh that bubbles up in her belly has her wincing in pain. White-hot agony shoots through her as the laugh escapes her lungs and stabs the air around her haltingly. She hisses as her throat clamps down on the bile that keeps on threatening to spew forth from her. Micro’s cool hand finds her brow seconds later. She moans in contentment as his hand stays on her feverish skin. Closes her eyes and lets the dark sink back in.

*

Karen Page sometimes wonders when exactly her life got to this point. She thinks even her longstanding bad luck charm for trouble must one day just.. run out. It has to. Keeps thinking that maybe it will as she gets older, but is somehow left dodging bullets and running away from danger more often than she can count.

Not that she’ll be doing any running any time soon.

A whimper escapes her as she inhales a little too noisily and her ribcage beats a steady protest against the motion. Oh, she’s going to kill Micro once she’s able to sit up without wanting to vomit. Vows to do some serious damage to the man so he can find out for himself that half the painkillers he swiped from the hospital don’t work well enough. She moans out a curse as the ceiling finally coalesces into a familiar sight. Doesn’t know what exactly she expected from the word ‘home’, but is pretty certain that a dingy basement that somehow always smells like lightning does not fit that bill completely.

“Hey, hey, don’t move.”

“Please tell me this is your bed and not his,” she groans out in reply, praying that she won’t throw up a third time as she shifts into a more comfortable position. “I don’t trust that Micro knows the meaning of the word clean.”

“Oh, he knows,” comes the answering chuckle, “but he likes upsetting you more. He did think it would be smarter to put you on my bed, though, I’ll give him that.”

“He’s weird.” She wrinkles her nose at that. Resigns herself to the pile of pillows and blankets she’s surrounded by. Tries to smile. Almost falters in her bravery. “Thanks.”

“How’re you holding up?” His voice may be gruff, but the gentle hand on her belly and the even gentler hand that brushes her hair back out of her face speak louder than his words. “Micro said you were pretty out of it when he transported you..”

She snorts derisively. “I puked all over him when he picked me up to put me in the wheelchair. I passed out after that.” Heat rises to her cheeks when she remembers Micro’s soft curses and the icky smell in her hair. “When I came to, again, we were in the van and he was hollering ‘I have a permit!’ at some irate hospital security guard who kept repeating he should not park in the ambulance’s spot.” She grins fully now, despite the fact that her face still throbs with pain. “Micro flipping everybody in the vicinity off was something I didn’t know I needed until I got it.”

It’s this that finally draws out a full laugh from Frank Castle, as she knew it would. “I’m pretty certain that permit just said ‘I can do whatever the hell I want’,” remarks the man good-naturedly as he settles down beside her on the bed. “You still queasy?”

“Less. But still.” She wrinkles her nose again. Wonders why her hair smells like bubblegum. “Did you.. uh..” She hedges the words carefully. Doesn’t want to presume. “Did you wash my hair?”

“Yeah. Micro’s idea. Said it’d make you feel better to wake up with clean hair and stuff.” His hand hovers nervously over the blankets she’s buried under. She raises her head slowly. Meets his furtive gaze head-on. “Are you.. uh..?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” She smiles, more real this time, and folds her hand around his own. “I’m sorry I made such a mess of things. Didn’t expect it’d go that badly.”

Frank looks like he swallowed a good-sized chunk of lemon. His breathing goes irregular for a moment, as if he is no longer in the room with her but somewhere else entirely. She curls her fingers around his. Weighs him down and waits him out. When he finally does speak, his voice is scratchy. Rough with disuse, as though he’s only ever said these words in his head before. She senses the need that drives them. The worry. The fear.

“Thought you were.. weren’t gonna make it. Thought that night would be it. I’d never get to..” He lets out a shuddering breath. “You.. uh.. you..”

“I scared you.” Her voice is just as soft as his. “I’m here now. I’m okay. That’s what counts.”

It has to count. They both don’t voice the fear that one day they won’t be in the same place. If there’s one thing her life has taught her, it’s that everything is a fleeting series of moments. She just tries to hold on to the good.

Thinks she succeeds at a part of that when he sweeps his legs up on the bed and comes to lay beside her. Knows she succeeds at some of it when she wakes again to soft lips brushing against her brow and the smell of chicken soup wafting into her nostrils.

In these moments, fleeting in her life as they may be, Karen Page thinks she’s going to be just fine.

[qqueenofhades]

Yeah I just thought there was some kind of a connection to it since she wrote 2x12 and there's the scene where Chloe tells lucifer that they make a good team. So what do you think chloe's reaction going to be when she sees lucifer's true face I wouldn't be surprised if it was sort of like Linda's since it's a normal reaction to any human in this situation but I think she will be more understanding of the situation.

okay but imagine this

chloe is a detective. it is literally her job. it is what she does for a living, it is her work and her calling, it is what her husband soulmate love of her life partner calls her. she already insisted that she was going to find out the truth of him, before amenadiel pulled his little stunt with the bulletproof vest and the blood pack.

now… lucifer’s gone missing, his apartment is empty, there is this giant mystery about what has gone on and how he got the formula to save her and everything else. chloe is scared for him and doesn’t know what’s happened.

so. detective chloe decker goes to work.

she starts putting the pieces together. she finds the picture of her mother and amenadiel. she asks questions. she doesn’t take no for an answer. she goes after charlotte and is like “yeah you aren’t getting off the hook this time lady” and she asks/makes maze tell her and she thinks of all the weird stuff she has seen lucifer do and she goes to linda and she just is relentless

and finally she gets to the place where she is ready to go confront lucifer about it, and he’s also slowly gotten to the same place of thinking fine, what difference can it make, i’ll show her my face, she’ll freak out and leave and i will have been completely right all along in thinking that this was just a cruel joke

so he’s readying himself to do it and she walks in and he just blurts out, “detective, there’s something you need to know,” and before he can lose his nerve, just wants it over with, wants to tear the band-aid off, and shows her his face.

stands there, waits for her to scream and run. fine. who cares. he’s dead inside anyway. this will just prove that he is in fact a  –

she walks toward him, takes him by both hands, and whispers, “lucifer, i know.”

and kisses him.

(welp).

[ihearttvsnark]

Are there any scenes for Chloe and Maze in the episode or for Maze in general?

I don’t think they had any scenes together.

But in general, Maze has plenty to do. And she’s her usual BAMF self in the best way. 

[qqueenofhades]

Jenn kao is one of the writers of Lucifer, and she used to be one of the writers for once upon a time in wonderland, so that's why there are so many similarities between deckerstar and captain Swan, she might have written some episodes for OUAT.

heh well, the characters/love stories for both shows were conceived/designed by the showrunners so she wouldn’t have been personally responsible for that (a TV staff writer just writes episodes according to the structured story rather than coming up with their own slants) but it’s still a fun connection!

[thesummerfox]

This is not an ask but thank you for writing my prompt 💖💖💖😍😍 I haven't read it yet but I will once I finish studying, then I'm sure I will hit you with another message to tell you how awesome it was. 😂😍

You’re very welcome! I hope you’ll like the read, if you haven’t died from the new video they just posted on the Punisher’s Twitterpage by then.. XD

[annamisdaily]

I don't understand anything anymore I'm so confused with the cut scenes and all, it really is a mess it looks we're going to rewatch the season when it airs on bbc

I’m the same honestly I’m just trying to stay afloat at this point haha like none of this would have happened if they BBC had treated this show the way it deserves, and yeah I’m for sure going to re-watch it when it airs so I won’t risk missing anything. 

[lizziespostoffice]

#4, #7, and #14! (No one likes homework haha)

You see, I have to read a whole play till tomorrow and at the moment I am even to lazy to paint my right hand nails {left hand is finished} 

4) What’s your favorite song at the moment?

“That Would’t Do” by Joshua David Evans, but since this song isn’t really published my other favorite song right now is “Wanted” by Hunter Hayes

7) Who is your tumblr crush?

Hmmmm I love you for saving me from doing my homework :P Otherwise I’d say foleyz and sourwolf1999, because those two are my Blacklist soul mates {at least thats what I think, idk about them}

14) What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

Definitely pistachio

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Thank you for asking :D If anyone wants to know anything else, here are the questions :)

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xoxo

Lizzie’s Post Office