#nilefreemans

[daisy-johnson]

we’ll get away with everything, let’s show them we are better

#just a little guy because i've been thinking about this song for them for probably 5 years #aosedit #jemma simmons #daisy johnson #mcu #jemmasimmonsedit #daisyjohnsonedit #aos #agents of shield #agentsofshieldedit #mcuedit #marveledit #skimmons #skimmonsedit #bioquake #bioquakeedit #juliaedits #nilefreemans

[tommykinrd]

TOMMYS FIRST GIFT TO BUCK BEING SOME KIND OF NOVELTY MUG THAT REALLY ONLY BUCK WOULD GET AND ITS SIGNED "to: Evan" AND ITS ADORABLE OKAY - Buck wasn't expecting it either, twas a surprise

I LOVE THIS!!! TOMMY GIVING BUCK CUTE AND GOOFY LIL GIFTS IS EVERYTHING TO ME!!! <3 and don't get me started on the "Evan" of it all 😭💖

#answered #nilefreemans #frens tag 💕

[laviejaguardia]

It gets a little too much sometimes. It mounts up, a pressure under Joe’s sternum that won't let up, the world dims around him slowly, so gradually he doesn't notice it until it's too late. Especially if they've been doing back to back missions, or he's had to be away from Nicky a lot.

Nicky notices, but also knows Joe's too stubborn to recognize it. He'll insist he's fine, that it's all good, until one day he's sketching and everything he draws comes out ugly, until he tries to find one of his colourful paints and realizes he doesn't even remember where they are; it's been too long since he used them

That's when Nicky finds him standing somewhere, completely still, eyes and expression vacant but his cheeks and beard already wet with streaming tears.

Then Nicky stands close gently, so as not to startle him, and wraps one arm around his waist, pressing their sides together so Joe can tuck there. When the warmth of his body finally soaks through, Joe turns just a little and presses his face on the crook of Nicky’s neck, hiding from the world that seems so grey and harsh into the one place he knows it's always safe: his husband's arms. Then, and only then, he's able to let go.

"I hated it," Joe confesses against the warm private nestle of Nicky’s neck. Nicky can feel his lips against his skin and the wet press of his scrunched eyes. He hums and cards his hand through his curls, resting his own head over Joe's. His curls tickle his nose so he gives them a kiss. "Every second of it. They made me-" he takes a shuddering breath and pivots so he’s hugging Nicky, their fronts connecting. He tightens his hold on Nicky's back and in turn, Nicky gathers him impossible closer, something soft and broken mending inside of him as Joe rests even more of his weight on him. "I had to do awful things so they wouldn't suspect me."

"I know, hayati, I know." His soul aches for his lover. His Yusuf, so full of emotion and kindness, masking them hurts him, it borrows and festers inside of him like an infection. "But we got them all out. You got them all out." 

Joe's breath hitches with the reminder, Nicky's neck feels wetter.

"It was horrible, so horrible, Nicolò." He pushes himself off and Nicky lets him, meets his big brown reddened eyes when he looks up. The lines around them are deeper, hinting at a fraction of their real age. "How can people still do this?" He asks with a desolation that knows no bounds. "How can they- of all the options in this world- I just- how can they choose to do this, Nicolò?" He pleads, not looking for a real answer. "I'm so tired."

Nicky reels him in again, close and tight to his own body, which has felt like half a life ever since they parted. It's been so long, too long. Neither of them does well with distance. And even though they knew it was the best course of action it didn't mean they enjoyed a single second of this aspect.

"I missed you," Joe burrows further into his skin and Nicky starts to feel his soul start to settle in his body. He clutches him closer, tighter, until there isn't an ounce of air between them. If only he could split his ribcage open and tuck Joe inside, keep him sheltered from all of this world's pains, feed him only with his love and show him only the world's most beautiful things.

But then he wouldn't be his Yusuf. He wouldn't be the man who first leaps into danger, yet never does more harm than necessary. He wouldn't be the man able to find the hope in the darkest of time, the humour -jaded and dark if needed- in the direst of moments. 

"I missed Nile. And Andy. And Booker." He lets out a wet laugh that holds no humour. "I missed this," he says and squeezes him again, dutifully, Nicky squeezes him back, drops another kiss on his curls and rocks them softly back and forth. "I missed your cooking and Andy's teasing and Nile's sarcasm and Booker's opinions on cheeses. I missed my family," that last part dissolves into a sob.

"We're here, Yusuf," Nicky reminds him. "You have us."

"And those- god those girls, Nicky. They will never get to go back to their lives, not in the same way. I shouldn't be complaining."

Nicky frowns and tuts, carding his fingers more tightly in his curls.

"We've left behind our own lives more times than we can count, Yusuf. And thanks to you those girls are getting back to their homes and can start to heal. You know their families will be eternally grateful, you've given them their lives back."

Yusuf sniffles and pets his back, a long stroke from the small of his back to the curl of his shoulder blades. The feeling is so comforting in its familiarity Nicky finds himself blinking back tears. 

"I love you." Joe's lips brush his skin with the words. Nicky wonders for a second how many times has that happened by now. No matter how high the number, it'll never be enough. "So much it’s beyond words."

Nicky huffs a laugh, not dismissive but pleased. Under his hands he can feel how Joe's back has relaxed, his breathing is coming more smoothly. "That's not what you were saying a thousand years ago but okay." 

"A thousand years ago you hadn't learned to cook a stew so good it made me weep."

"Ah yes, the stew of romance," Nicky chuckles and lets Joe push away to reveal his face. "My greatest achievement. Filled our bellies and made you fall in love with me all at once." He gives him a whisper of a smile, lost in the memory.

It hadn't been of course that easy. The stew had been their first meal with meat in months and Nicky had spent more time batting Joe's hands away from the pot than stirring it. When it had been finally done Joe had been practically drooling. At the first spoonful he'd almost couldn't swallow it with the way he was groaning.

"Oh Allah be merciful. Nicolò I love you, please marry me," he'd begged over Nicky's snorting laughter.

Nicky hadn't thought much of the comment at the time, taking it for the jest between friends it had been. It was in the middle of the night, gripped with unusual insomnia despite his warm and full belly that the words had come back to him. It had made him realize how far they'd come, and how he couldn't envision his future without Yusuf in it now. 

The deeper feelings would take longer to surface, but when Joe had asked him when he'd started to suspect there could be more between them, it had been the memory of that night and that stew that had come back to Nicky as clear as the night sky. 

Now that same night sky seems to be stuck on Joe's pupils as he stares up at him. His cheeks are wet and his eyes red. He looks tired on a fundamental level that Nicky knows will take him a long time to rest and recover from. 

Nicky brings a hand to cradle his chin, thumb resting on the curve of chin. He had to keep shaved for the job and it’s been slow to grow back properly, another thing Joe doesn't like. Each glance in the mirror has been a sour reminder.

His eyes hold pleas and apologies that there's no need to utter. Nicky smiles softly at him, his chest burning with how much he loves him.

"I know, tesoro, I love you too. We'll be okay, I promise." He tips Joe's chin closer and seals his words with a soft, gentle kiss.

#a little Joe whump cause someone has been getting me in the mood #the old guard #tog #tog fic #kaysanova #joenicky #immortal husbands #joe x nicky #yusuf al-kaysani #nicolò di genova #mmine #my writing #undercover aftermath #demonicneonfishy #usernati #userlyde #nilefreemans #trying to figure out what tags to use is SO STRESSFULL

[eddiediaaz]

what kind of cake would you order and how would you want it decorated?

hiii kayla!! omg the way i went straight for my mom's carrot cake, also decorated by her!! i'm sorry if this is a cheat answer but i just gotta!

as a kid (and into adulthood too sometimes, i got one for my 30th birthday) she would hand draw some of our favorite characters on the cakes!! with actual homemade icing too, not fondant or a "printed" cake. my sister and i got multiple pokemon and disney characters and digimon even... so definitely that!! and i'd want something the lion king i think lol because i am forever a child. that carrot cake is just too delicious for words

#alie replies #nilefreemans

[nicelytousled]

YOUR HEADER IS A WORK OF ART

I KNOW AND I'VE FORGOTTEN WHO MADE IT!! If anyone has the original post pls send it to me I know they made other tog cast/muppet edits

look at them they're so timeless

#bird answers asks #nilefreemans

[moonlightperseus]

I'll lay right here, I won't go anywhere + Buckley siblings

well this one also kinda ran away from me but uh, hope you like it!

post 6x11, buckley siblings, 839 words

Buck has a nightmare the first night back from this hospital. He wakes with a start, his sweat drenched t-shirt sticking to his skin like an all too uncomfortable second skin and there’s a horrible itch in the back of his throat that feels a little too much like choking.

He shoves off the blankets, stumbling his way out of bed and towards the stairs, he makes it about halfway down them before realizing there is a dim light on in his kitchen, it’s another few steps before he notices the person sat at his counter.

“Maddie?”

She doesn’t startle—though he supposes he wasn’t exactly trying to be quiet coming down the stairs—setting the mug in her hands down carefully on the counter and looking over at him.

Her expression melts when she sees him and she’s standing up and moving towards the stairs.

“What are you still doing here?”

She stops right in front of the stairs, cocking her head as she studies him—he has no doubt from the look on his face that he must look as bad as he feels.

“I was worried about you,” she says, her hand twitches out towards him, but she seems to stop herself, “I know you wanted your space and you didn’t want any of us smothering you and that’s why you turned down the offers to stay at mine and Chimney’s or Bobby and Athena’s or Eddie’s. But I was worried about you—worried for you, and I didn’t want you to be alone—at least not for this first night. I love you, and I wanted you to know someone is here for you.”

Buck blinks once—trying to fight back the tears threatening the corners of his eyes—and then tips forward slightly towards Maddie—her arms wrap around him instinctively and he sinks into her embrace.

“Hey,” Maddie says softly, her hands soothingly rubbing at his back, “easy, I got you, I’m here.”

He lets himself just be held by her,ignoring the slight awkwardness of having to hunch down to tuck into her arms and the way his sweat drenched clothes are surely seeping into Maddie’s, she holds him despite all this, hands never pausing in their gentle administrations.

Eventually the burn at the back of his throat gets too much and he pulls back slightly, she lets her grip loosen and a hand comes up to cup his cheek.

“What do you need?”

“Water?”

She nods, guiding him towards the kitchen, her touch only leaving once he’s settled onto one of the stools, moving to grab him a glass and water from the fridge.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Buck shakes his head, raising the glass placed in front of him to his lips and gulping down the water in a way that would probably be a little embarrassing if the everything of this situation didn’t put him past the embarrassing point.

He doesn’t really care, and he’s pretty sure Maddie doesn’t either.

“Thank you,” he says, once he stops feeling like clawing his throat out and sets the glass back down, “for staying.”

She smiles at him, the soft, warm smile he thinks might be reserved as her Buck smile.

“Are you—are you able to—could you—is Jee okay? Without you tonight?”

“She’s fine, she has her dad,” Maddie says, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair, “I’m pretty sure the two of them stayed up a little past her bedtime and ended up crashing together on the couch watching a Barbie movie. She’s not the kid I’m worried about tonight.”

He relaxes slightly under her touch, letting his eyes slip closed for a moment.

“C’mon,” she moves back around the counter to help him from the stool, “let’s get you back upstairs, into a clean shirt and back to bed, yeah?”

He lets her guide her back upstairs, she deposits him gently on his bed and then grabs a clean shirt from the still unfolded laundry basket sat by the foot of his bed.

“You’ll stay?” Buck asks again, once he’s changed into the clean shirt and lied back on the bed.

She smiles at him again, “scoot over, I’ll lay right here, I won’t go anywhere.”

He obliges, moving to give her plenty of room and a few of the spare pillows.

She props herself up next to him, half lying half sitting against the headboard, and arm reaching over his head, he settles into her a little and her other hand drops to his hair, fingers gently carding through his curls.

It’s nearly a perfect echo of years past when Buck was younger and would sneak into Maddie’s room after a nightmare.

“You used to sing to me when I had nightmares,” he says, voice hushed.

“You want me to sing to you now?”

There’s no judgement in her tone, and Buck feels a little overwhelmed with love for her. He nods into her shoulder.

He falls asleep to the gentle sound of her voice and comfortingly familiar lyrics of rainbow connection.

#911 #911 fic #evan buckley #maddie buckley #the buckley siblings #brotp: buckley siblings #abby writes #my fic #fanfic #i wanted to use return to pooh corner bc thats what my dad used to sing to me when i was falling asleep #but i couldnt tell if the timeline would add up with that havign come out in 1991 #but rainbow connection dates back to '79 so #technically not the kenny loggins version. but im thinking of the kenny loggins version #abby replies #nilefreemans

[bigassbowlingballhead]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals ❤️

Continued from the playlist mentioned here

1. All I Can Say- Orville Peck

2. Sad Disco- mxmtoon

3. HOT TO GO! Chappell Roan

4. Special- SZA

5. Blush- Orville Peck

#box talk #shuffle ask #nilefreemans

[ongreenergrasses]

andybooker + 19

thank you for this one, i was so excited to write it!

19. …for luck

There’s a crash from upstairs and Booker rolls his eyes. “You ready?” he shouts.

Joe and Nicky come running down the stairs. Booker doesn’t bother to ask what made the crash, and instead goes into the living room to find Andy. She’s sitting with her feet propped up on the coffee table, savoring the apple she’s eating.

“Boss,” Booker says. “We’re ready.”

Andy swings her legs down onto the ground with a thud. “Not going,” she says, shrugging.

“Why?”

“Don’t feel like it.”

Booker is in love with one of the most infuriating people on earth, he’s convinced of it. “Job needs four.”

Andy scoffs. “No it doesn’t.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Booker stares at her for a long moment. Andy stares back.

“We’ll call you if things go south,” Booker says, turning to go, when suddenly there’s a hand on his arm, pulling him back around, and when he turns, Andy kisses him, hard. Her teeth dig into his lip for a split second and then she lets him go.

“Try not to die too many times,” she says.

send a kiss

#ask and you shall receive #prompts #nilefreemans #the old guard #andy x booker #andromache the scythian #sebastien le livre #I hope you like this!! i was definitely overthinking it but I was like hm. how would luck factor into each of their belief systems etc etc

[queerbuckleys]

you can dress your favorite characters in an outfit, what are you putting on them?

i will put eddie diaz in a corset if it’s the last thing i do istg

#ask aj and they answer #nilefreemans #honestly don’t care what the rest of the putbfit is but some nice pants ig

[usereddie]

saw your selfies and wow! you are beautiful! that smile is everything!

AW THANK YOU!!!!! this is real sweet :')

#bia gets mail #nilefreemans

[buckbylightning]

my specialist little guy - said about the biggest guy but also 100% same

actually hes itty bitty and i have proof because hes in my pocket rn. he says hi btw

#nilefreemans #mail #shut up dee

[gaal-dornick]

"andy's gone on a hunting trip and she hasn't been home in a few days" AND ALSO imagine Booker just going "-and get this" and the LEATHER JACKETS AND THE FUCKING PLAID AND THE BOOTS and all of these immortals are too fucking old to be dressed like CW extras in SPN and I can't unsee it and I want better for them

it fits way too well, and the funniest thought is that these are, according to greg, a bunch of queers. the most basic ones in the world. and the only one he put as straight right now is nile, coincidentally the only one with a fashion sense that isn't supporting hunter of the week

#*ask #nilefreemans #quynh come save your people #they're hopeless

[tommykinrd]

for your consideration: Tommy Kinard, cat dad

BIG MAN TINY KITTY!!!! is this based on the video/gifset of lou bc either way, yes i agree!! also this means by association buck gets to be around tommy's cat and he's so long overdue for a pet 🥺

#answered #nilefreemans #i love your tommy thoughts never stop #<3 #frens tag 💕

[bearfeathers]

TRENT CRIMM WAS MADE FOR DISCO SOMEONE TAKE THAT MAN RO THE DISCO PLAY HIM SOME ABBA

PLAY HIM SOME ABBA, PLAY WITH HIS HAIR, AND CALL HIM PRETTY. THREE TRENT CRIMM STAPLES.

#nilefreemans #asks #replies #trent crimm #why is no one trying to rail this man yet #major failing in the writer's room #look how fucking thirsty everyone is #AND U DO NOTHING????

[ezrisdax-archive]

character game: Korra + 2, 3, 7, 15, 21 (I picked random numbers)

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

like the second baby korra was on screen and going "I'm the avatar! you gotta deal with it!" I loved her and then loved her more as the season went on

3. A song that reminds me of them

This is it - Larceny, it's a very fun song about owning the battle which I feel fits korra

7. A quote of them that you remember

aside from her entrance quote the one with "my era isn't over yet." she just tries so hard and pushes herself all the time to be seen and respected and I love her....

15. Worst storyline they had

the fucking love triangle in the first two seasons with mako.

21.When do you think they were at their happiest?

hm, this is a bit tricky because there's moments I think korra believes is her happiest but I'd pick differently. but I'd say for now it's the moment in season one when she gets her bending back after being so heartbroken and thinking it's gone and she's broken the line of avatars.

#replies in thirty minutes or they're free #nilefreemans

[wardog-of-the-endless]

wakandan-wardog -> wardog-of-the-endless

wakandan-wardog has been stepped back to a sideblog title. (Essentially I just swapped names on two of my blogs, wakandan-wardog & (the formerly wakandan-warcry) now wardog-of-the-endless.) All content the same, stories will be continuing, etc etc. 

#wakandan wardog #Wardog Speaks #Wardog of the Endless #yusufs stew of romance #yusufs-stew-of-romance #chiefbasketballplaidwombat #tomboyluce #static-abyss #thefancydragonqueen #somystark #antukini #hazelnut-not-walnut #prose-n-scripts #nilefreemans #gingerpolyglot #cap-and-cyborg #moonlightbuckleys #wordsofwarning #pinesboi #themoonwheniamlost #demoncat131 #menatiera #sometimesthingsfallapart #whatthemeepever #magdaclaire #summerpipedream #deehellcat #eirlyssa #clingbartonisdeaf #backbendersokka