#nctafraid

"Just how I wanted to spend our only day off." TK sighed as they moved up the line a little further, having arrived at the bank at seemingly the busiest time of day. Hands shoved into his pockets, he turned to his partner with a small smirk. "How about we go and get some lunch after this? I could absolutely murder a burger right about now." He leaned over and lightly nudged Carlos' arm. There was a light buzz around them as people went about their days, however the reasonably calm atmosphere was soon shattered.

❝ jesus, hunter, i'm not asking you to CHEER for me, i just want someone to understand. ❞ blaine raises his voice, probably catching the attention of a few others in the cafe. he knew bringing him here was a mistake. hunter wasn't the must supportive person. so why he thought opening up about dropping out of school to him all of all people was a good idea? beyond him. but blaine wasn't thinking clearly. he hadn't been for weeks, since the break up.

Sarah is the kind of person who learns from her mistakes. She's not one to repeat errors or take a step in the wrong direction twice. She prefers to distance herself from it. She learns, becomes a better agent, and then she moves on. But some mistakes can be harder to move on from than others. She learned that the hard way.

It was two years ago in Europe. She and Bryce had spent weeks working on this billionaire who had been dabbling in black market weapons deals. They'd first ran into him at an all-inclusive resort, and she'd went in to play her part. Only to find out that their mark was more interested in her "brother" Bryce than he was in her.

So she took a back seat, went along for the ride, and played the part of the cautious and slightly over-protective sister. It worked like a charm. It worked so well, in fact, that when their stays at the hotel came to an end, he invited them to spend a few days at his Italian estate. Where they'd be the guests of honor at the party he was throwing the following weekend.

She got a little bored, a little tired of being on the outskirts and not in the middle of the action. She'd gotten tired of polite smiles and laughing at jokes that weren't funny and leaned on the side of demeaning. So maybe she let herself get a little bit distracted by the gorgeous guy across the room, over by the bar, who had been making eyes at her for the better part of the night.

Maybe after Bryce slipped back into the fray, with a USB drive he'd swiped after disappearing into the mark's office, she let herself get a little bold. Maybe she was riding the high of a successful mission and decided to have a little fun of her own. After all, she was never going to see the guy again, so why not let one thing lead to another?

Except for the fact that she has seen him again. She keeps seeing him, crossing his path more than is typical in their line of work. And that one thing is something she paid for dearly, since he swiped the USB from her bedside table while she was sleeping and they had to return to headquarters empty handed after weeks of hard work.

"Well," Buck says, enthusiasm managing to leak through the obvious exhaustion, "that beats the hotel with shitty ac and a twenty hour drive home."

@nctafraid asked: "Little things become everything when you wouldn't think that they would." from the sabrina carpenter meme !!

some days theo still doubted that he was strong enough for this. travis may have forgiven him enough to be standing here talking to him and theo may have been able to forgive himself enough to keep moving forward, but deep down he was still torn apart by feeling that he didn't deserve it. he took solace in the knowledge that there would always be that piece of him that didn't forgive himself for what happened with michael and he hoped that travis's piece of himself that would hang on to that resentment was a bit larger.

turning away from travis, theo bit down on his tongue to quell any oncoming tears. you don't get to cry over the person who is only dead because of you. mustering up the best even tone he can manage, he responded after a solid minute and a half of silence. ❝ you're right about that. i can't go down the champagne aisle at the liquor store without hearing him complain that he still had a metallic taste in his mouth from the bottle of sovetskoye i bought for us to celebrate us surviving the academy. and the smell of burnt popcorn? right back to me hanging out the window of the fire escape with the scorched bag of popcorn so the apartment full of firefighters didn't get an engine dispatched to their building.  ❞ okay, maybe that memory at least brought a smile most of the time.

“Shut up.” He mumbles, “How did you think you were gonna block that car– your fist?”

Which, in a way, is kind of what Bucky did. Just swap ‘fist’ for ‘arm’. But he can do that, he’s got a limb of vibranium, it’s just as good at deflecting as Steve’s shield– which had been mia, trapped under concrete about fifteen feet away. It lays at their feet now, looking worse for wear. It’s owner doesn't look all that great either, covered in dirt and dust, sitting in the jet while Bucky stands over him, carefully wiping off any traces of blood. 

( sms) : .....

(sms): I won't..

(sms): but my face is saying it.

(sms): I mean really, ryan. what did you expect?

         Truthfully? Mae isn’t entirely sure HOW fake this all is, considering they’ve been living together for a month at this point, going to work together and...well, she doesn’t want to go to the place where she has to think about how Tim makes her feel. So instead she focuses on the chocolate mousse in front of them, digging her spoon in.