Imagine Gaz being the one to die instead of Johnny?
John couldn't comprehend how it all happened. It went by far too fast for his brain to realize the severity of it. Gaz was standing right in front of him, negotiating with their target. Then, suddenly, he was on the floor with a bullet between his eyes.
His insticts for survival circuit through his entire body. Adrenaline high within his veins as he fought through the mass of the enemies to get to the person that dared to pull the trigger.
When everything was said and done, his eyes landed on his partner, and his heart ripped in half right there and then. The once full of life, fury, love, passion, now dull. Lifeless. No soul.
He took steady steps towards the sergeant and fell to his knees. His hands clutched onto Gaz's tactical vest. His tears finally rolled down his cheeks. And for the first time in a long time, he cried.
Johnny's teary blue eyes stared down at the man he loved with every fiber of his being. When their Captain had told them the news through comms, his blood ran cold for a moment before scolding him to not joke about something like that, the denial deep in his core. But when they regrouped and saw the harsh truth, he walked towards his fellow sergeant with pure despair. When they confirmed His demise, it all became a reality.
His hands trembled while gripping his cold hand. His chest heaved when trying his best to remain calm. But the dam broke when his beautiful smile flashed within his mind. He began sobbing uncontrollably. His forehead leaned against Gaz's own as he finally let himself grieve.
Simon stood frozen a couple of feet away. His own eyes filled with denial yet shock at the turn of events. How was it possible that their boyfriend was KIA? He and Gaz had JUST hung out in his room not even a week ago, where a time of passion had ignited. And now? He's gone.
He blinked and slowly approached his fallen angel. His glossy eyes went through every beautiful detail of Gaz's face despite his condition to keep as a very deep and meaningful memory forever. His hands worked around Gaz's dog tags, and with gentle touches, he took them off from around the sergeant's neck to wrap them around his own.
He lifted the dog tags towards his masked mouth and kissed them. His tears rolled down inside his mask, his heart completely shattered.
How are they going to move on without their love? Their precious boy? Life was just too cruel.
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Competition for a heart
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Chapter 1
Hades scowled at Aphrodite from where he was sitting, “I respect your thoughts and compassion, Goddess of Love but your idea is pure folly. The Avengers have been through enough and it is not our place to overcomplicate their lives.”
Aphrodite dismissed Hades’ words with an elegant wave of her hand, “Competitions have been used in the past to great effect. Some of the Avengers are our champions. Why then should our champions not compete and show their strength to win the hand of (Name)? After all, I am submitting the name of my champion to this contest, Sam Wilson.”
“Because they are people with their own lives,” Athena stressed, “I agree with Lord Hades.”
Ares snorted from his throne as he picked some dirt from underneath his nails with one of his knives, “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to submit any of your champions. A wise move, sister.”
Athena gripped the arm rests of her throne, “It would not be fair of me to subject Otto Octavius to this competition as he is still grieving the loss of his wife, Rosie. Peter Parker is too young to be considered as a romantic partner for (Name) and he has his eye on someone else. So you see, brother, I am being wise, thoughtful and considerate. Qualities which you lack.”
“Our sister’s reasons make sense,” Hephaestus rumbled, “I too will not be submitting the names of my champions. Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and (Name) are close friends but that’s as far as their feelings for each other will ever go. Not to mention that Tony is married and I have no intention of disrupting a marriage.”
Apollo was lounging comfortably on his throne but at Hephaestus’ words, he threw his head back and groaned, “You two are such buzzkills. I for one would like to see where this competition of Aphrodite’s leads. I’m submitting my champion to this competition, John Walker.”
Hermes winced, “Brother, your champion will not stand a chance. You would have been better off submitting Clint Barton as your champion even though he too is married. I will submit my champion, Scott Lang to this competition.”
“You’re submitting the name of a joke of a hero who is only good as a thief to the competition as your champion,” Ares guffawed, “good luck with that.”
Hestia sent her nephew a warning glare which caused him to stop laughing immediately and curl into his throne, “Pay no mind to him Hermes.” She said kindly, “Ares is simply jealous as I chose Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes to be my champions and he was interested in them. It’s nice to see two Olympians submitting a champion with integrity and honour. Though I regret that it will truly be a challenge as I am submitting both of my champion's names to this contest.”
Dionysus examined the floor of the room with an air of boredom, “In this, I agree with the Lord of the Underworld. Our champions have endured a lot of the past few years and should we push our champions into this contest, we will lose their respect. In my case, I would also lose the tentative alliance that I have made with the Egyptian Gods since Bast and I chose the same champion. I will not be submitting the name of my champion, T’Challa to this contest and don’t think that I didn’t notice that you only brought this idea to our attention when Zeus and Hera were conspicuously absent, Aphrodite.”
There was a flash of heat and flame in the middle of the room and everyone present, except for Hades recoiled. Slowly, the flames and the heat died down to reveal Thanatos.
“Why have you come here?” Poseidon demanded, gripping his trident tightly.
“I apologise for the abrupt intrusion,” Thanatos replied, “it has simply been so long since my sisters and I have submitted the name of one of our champions for a contest.”
“You can’t!” Apollo gasped, “It’s not fair! How did you find out about the contest anyway?”
Thanatos raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Can’t we? It was my understanding that an immortal could submit the name or names as the case may be of their champion. Last I checked, I am an immortal. My sisters are immortals and we share the same champion.” Nobody commented on the fact that Thanatos had not answered Apollo’s question.
Hades sat up straighter as the silence in the room became deafening. He couldn’t have planned this better himself. He caught Artemis’ eye and knew that she was interested in the name of Thanatos and the Keres’ champion as well. It was rare for the Lord of the Dead and his sisters to agree on a worthy champion, let alone choose the same champion.
Hades wondered if Artemis would warn her champion, Natasha Romanoff about what was happening so that she could keep an eye out especially seeing as from what he knew, you and Natasha were good friends. Hades also made a mental note to speak to Hecate about the competition as she didn’t come up to Olympus if she could avoid it and this competition would definitely affect her champion, Wanda Maximoff, as well.
Thanatos laced his fingers together in front of himself as he waited. The atmosphere in the room showed no signs of changing and Thanatos let out an impatient huff, “Seeing as there are no more objections regarding my eligibility nor that of my sisters when it comes to submitting the name of our champion to this contest, I therefore submit the name of our champion, John Wick.”
Hades looked around the throne room. He took in the furious looks on Apollo and Ares’ faces, the contemplative ones on Hestia, Athena, and Hephaestus’ faces and the gleeful one on Aphrodite’s face. Hades would deny it later but in that moment, he was worried for your safety especially since you weren’t the champion of a Greek God. Although he didn’t agree with Aphrodite’s competition, Hades knew he needed to act now.
“I too will back John Wick as a champion in this contest,” Hades declared.
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hey btw if you're in the USA at 2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.
if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.
additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.
i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."
"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.
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