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the-tiktok-rogue · 11 months ago

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The Terror of Timothy Wright

It was halloween 1995, and little Timothy was so excited to go trick or treating with his mother, she got him this little theatre mask that was his favourite and he absolutely lit up, Janet Wright, Tims mother ruffled his hair and they went out together.

they went from door to door pretty easily that autumn night, and had a genuinely good time, enjoying going from door to door, Timothy and his mother sat down on a playground, little Tim swinging on the playground swing.

They both counted the candy together as Tim asked his mother a silly question “what am I dressed as mommy?” his mother giggled and said in a silly spooky voice “the boogeyman boo!” Tim theatre gasped and they both giggled, until Tim saw a figure in a suit across from the other side of the playground.

Timothy walked over to the tall suites figure and asked “who are you? I like your halloween costume.” Tims mother was looking at him bemused but let him speak.

The tall shadowy figure loomed and tilted its head as Tim continued “i’m dressed as the boogeyman, my mommy got me this mask especially, you wanna share some of my candy?” Timothy asked about to hand it to him, but when Tim looked up the figure was gone.

Little Tim walked back to his mother “I guess he doesn’t like candy.” he said to her, his mother tilted her head and laughed to herself “You have such a vivid imagination Tim.” , Tim continued “He was dressed like a cool james bond spy, and he left like one as well, I never got his name.” , Janet smiled “So you’ve got a new imaginary friend, that’s cute.” Tim was caught off guard “but I did see him mommy I did” he said insisting to her “i’m sure you did baby” she kissed his head “it’s getting late though, we should go home.” they finished for the night.

Months passed and Tim started seeing this man in different places, local parks, school, and even at home, at first he thought he was his friend, but he started to cough, have headaches and even seizures over a while, he kept telling his Mother but she wouldn’t believe him, he’d wet the bed and sleep with her in her bed, but the spooky man would follow him still.

The scariest thing was Tim not remembering big gaps of time, he would wake up in different places without any memory, except having that mask his mother gave him in front of him.

One scary evening he heard his mother speaking on the phone to someone, he heard the words mental hospital, and delusional.

Tim started shaking, were they going to take him away from his mommy? she was the only one he had since his parents got divorced and his dad left, he didn’t want to be alone.

His mother lied and said they were going to church, and then took him to this large hospital building, Tim didn’t want to go but his mother practically dragged him inside kicking and screaming.

“Tim this is for your own good, Stop fighting and this will be easier” she picked him up and carried him inside tantrumming “I know you don’t wanna leave mommy but your sock, you’re sick and you need help” .

Tim screamed “mommy I don’t wanna leave you please don’t leave me mommy please don’t I don’t wanna be alone with the boogeyman!!!” Tim screamed but Janet brought him inside, a man in a white coat injected him with something and he passed out, when he woke he was in an office with his mother talking to a doctor.

“He’ll be staying here for a long time, we’re looking at maybe 12 years, until we can cure him of this illness”

Tim’s mother spoke in a concerned voice “i’ve seen him try and jump off a bridge trying to kill himself, running out late at night in a mask, making himself sick with worry, don’t know where he gets it from though, maybe his dad, he was an alcoholic and had horrible mood swings before we got divorced, I just can’t take it anymore.”

the man in the white coat spoke clinically to her “you did the right thing bringing him here, we’ll be able to handle him don’t you worry.”

Tim felt his stomach turn and looked at his mommy “c-can I atleast keep the mask you gave me, it’s the only thing I have left of you mommy” Tim begged, his mother sighed and gave him the theatre mask “remember the mask is a part of me that’ll always be with you, protecting you, okay?” Tim nodded “okay mommy, thank you” Tim almost cried again and before he knew it his mother was leaving and he was being dragged to what looked to be a a weird yellow wall room with a bed, little did Tim know this would be the last time he’d ever see his mother.

Several hours passed and they kept him locked in this room, it was lonely, and boring, he couldn’t leave, he couldnt run around like a kid his age should, he was just stuck in this one room all day, he had a little window to look through atleast, another room was there and he saw another brown haired boy, Tim on a whim tried to make friends with him.

“Hey, over here!” Tim shouted

the other kid looked over him done

“what do you want.” the kid said in a droll voice

“I’m Tim, have you seen my mommy?”

the other kid spoke in a serious voice “kid let me be real, you ain’t ever seeing your mom again. once you’re in here, you ain’t leaving.”

Tim whimpered “I don’t wanna be alone…can we be friends.”

“tell you what, you get me cigarettes, and i’ll be your friend or whatever.”

“what’s your name?”

“names Jordan, i’ll teach you how to walk the walk and talk the talk here so it’s atleast bearable for you, ‘sides I feel sorry for you, you remind me of myself a couple years ago.”

“I keep seeing the boogeyman, that’s why mommy brought me in here.” Tim explained unprompted

“Yeah Im in here cause I saw someone called mr smiley the clown, no one believe me either but i’ve got the cuts and scars to prove it” he rolled up his sleeves on his mental hospital uniform and showed off his cuts then they heard the guards arrive and Jordan spoke again “hide in here you’ll get in trouble if you’re caught speaking to me.”

The guards walked in and served Tim some food, when Tim ate the sandwiches they gave him, he started to feel woozy and passed out.

Tim woke up then next day and Jordan spoke up “yeah you gotta be careful they’ll slip medicine in your food to try and keep you woozy, I always look through my food before eating.”

Tim smiled for a second “thank you for helping me, that was the first time I got sleep for quite a while.”, the guards came in to serve breakfast and while they were in Tim quickly snook a hand in the guards pocket and found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, Tim quickly chucked it in through the window to jordan’s window.

“yess this is awsome, I haven’t had a smoke in fucking ages.” Jordan celebrated

“I used to do that at school, pick pocket for change, to get pick and mix” he smiled

“yeah well it’s paying off champ good job.”

several days off this happened until Tim had his first mental breakdown in the hospital, that figure appeared in his room, and he couldn’t run, he couldn’t leave he clawed at the wall screaming all through the night.

“ITS THERE ITS THERE IT CAME FROM RIGHT THERE!!” Tim screamed crying

“IT WASNT ME I SWEAR IT WASNT ME LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!!!”

Tim sobbed in excruciating pain, this being looming above him getting closer and closer until he passed out.

He woke up, in a park, with the mask in front of him, Tim smiled, his mother was protecting him, he put the mask on like a super power and started to wander the park, he walked down a pathway to a tunnel, when his surroundings changed, and he was in the car park outside of the park.

He read the sign outside Ross-wood park, like rosswell the ufo sight, Tim laughed, god it was nice to be outside that prison, but before he knew it he heard police sirens, two cops came out and grabbed him dragging him into their car and before he knew it he was back to the hospital, they rifled threw his pockets and found the key to his room.

They upped his dosages and forced him to take medicine before shoving him back in his room, he passed out again after this, and the weeks started to zoom past over and over, before he knew it it was 1996.

one morning Jordan spoke to Tim

“Were you close with your parents?”

“yeah my mommy, she was my best friend, my daddy always hit me though, I never liked him.”

“yeah I was close with my mom and dad too, My dad worked in a hardware store, and my mom was a nurse, I woke up one day after mr smiley the clown stalked me for months, with blood all over my hands, and my parents bleeding on the floor, but I swear I didn’t do it, it was Mr Smiley. he was in the corner laughing at me!”

Tim cut him off “I believe you Jordan!”

“thank you. no one’s ever said that to me before I appreciate it.”

Tim smiled and ate his sandwiches, he’d gotten good at faking taking the pills by this one, palming them and them hiding them in the room.

Then one night he saw that horrible man in black again, he felt for his pockets and found his keys, he must have stole it from the guards in one of his memory gaps, he opened his door and ran all the way to a maintenance tunnel hiding all night, the guards didn’t find him till morning though, and they dragged him back to his room, they slapped him in the face and threw him back into his room one of the guards saying they’d give him something to cry about. Tim sobbed all night that night.

years passed again and before he knew it it was 1998, every so often the Doctors would take him in for essentially therapy sessions where they’d tell him what he was seeing wasn’t real, he used to fight them, but he got good at lying and telling them that he knew it wasn’t real.

They diagnosed him with schizophrenia, and upped his doses once again to an orange case of white pills, Tim took them and they started to let him and Jordan interact with the other patients more in a living room, one of the other in mates Jason started bullying Tim though “little pussy hahaha probably west himself every night, boogeyman boogeyman waaa waa!” Jordan stood up for Tim “hey that’s my best friend you’re talking about fuck off!”

“watcha gonna do mr smiley, gonna honk your clown horn at me!” Jason laughed and so did his cronies, that set Jordan off, he leapt onto Jason and started beating him, punching him until he was black and blue, the guards grabbed him, slammed him against the wall and injected him as he screamed all sorts of swears.

Jordan was put in solitary confinement that night and Tim didn’t hear from him, needless to say Tim wasn’t bullied by Jason any longer after that, Tim chortled to himself.

Before Tim knew it the years the flew by again, it was 2000, and someone new came to visit Tim, it wasn’t the guards, Jason, or the faceless man, but a figure with a skull for a face.

Tim was unnerved, just as he was about to open his mouth the skull faced man spoke instead “don’t scream. I have vital information for you.”

Tim tilted his head

the skull faced man continued “the faceless man you see is real, he is called the Operator.”

“what does he want?”

“to take you to the ark, his own dimension, and feed on you.”

the skull faced man crossed his arms and sighed “i’m sorry but your friend is going to die. he has his sights on him next.”

“Jordan?! no he’s my best friend can’t I stop it?!”

“it is inevitable, but do not worry, I will collect his soul so he will live on in me.”

“what does that even mean. Who are you?!”

“think of me as the grim reaper, but don’t worry, you will soon be free of this place Tim.”

Tim chased him but the skull faced figure vanished out of existence, had Tim dreamed all of that?

Jordan was starting to act strange, not mentioning me smiley anymore but a tall faceless man, he was coughing and displaying all the same symptoms as Tim, had Tim infected him?

months passed and one night Jordan was screaming, this had happened several times but Tim peaked out of his bedroom window into Jordan’s and he noticed Jordan had a pair of shears against his neck.

“Jordan don’t do it you’re my best friend! I can’t be alone again!”

Jordan spoke in a fugue state “I’ll be back with my parents, so long cruel world”

“Jordan no!!!” Tim screamed and watched his friend slit his own throat, hearing him collapse, he clenched his fist and ran to the wall punching it over and over as he cried, he was alone again, he had no mum or dad or Jordan, nobody. he was truly alone.

The next day he saw Jordan’s body being taken away by the coroners, and Tim escaped again acting up even more, flipping plates and throwing chairs and screaming “don’t you see!! can’t you HELP any of us you bastards!!!” they grabbed Tim slapping and punching him in the gut calling him crazy and all sorts of slurs, they put him in a straight jacket and brought him back to his room strapping him to his bed.

Months passed like this, almost half a year, and Tim was imprisoned every day in this straight jacket, no freedom in sight, until he saw the skull faced figure again appear in his room, the figure walked up and freed him from his straight jacket.

“It is time for your freedom.” he spoke with a reserved joy and handed him some matches, a lighter and the orange capsule of pills “burn this place to the ground and take these, they’ll help you in the future.”

Tim cried for joy.

“Thank you.”

The skull faced person left and Tim lit the matches starting with his room, he checked the door and it was thankfully unlocked, he lit several more and lit the halls ablaze, before he knew it he was outside watching the mental hospital, and the annex burning, a fire truck arrived but it was too late, everyone had been evacuated and by the time the mental hospital was finished burning it was very clear he wouldn’t be coming back.

2 years passed and Tim now in a foster home, he was going to monthly therapy sessions and generally doing better, the pills leveled him out and Jordan was a distant fuzzy memory to him now, he transferred schools and eventually went to high school.

It was 2004 and Tim was at the cafeteria of his high school, a man sat next to him with short blonde hair and a beige hoodie “Hi i’m Brian, I saw you and your own and thought, this kid looks like he needs a friend.”

Tim smiled shyly “u-uh i’m Tim, nice to meet you.

then it was 2006 and him and Brian had brought him to an audition, he met this guy named Alex Kralie and read his script, he went off to apple bees afterwards and swore he saw a thin figure in the distance, nah, must’ve just been his mind playing tricks on him, life was good.

#leo rambles #marble hornets #fanfic #leo’s writing

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new-berry · 8 months ago

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Top five nineties players!

Hope the weird asks aren’t causing you too much grief

Nah I love weird asks, no one can get weird enough! It’s more how do I make it cool for people who are not into content warning fics to be able to scroll past.

Although let me loudly say: I just find Tyrone Mings hot. There is no other agenda. Like, he’s a babe. All my thoughts about him are just porny giggling.

Fun fact: I always hated Henry because he always played well against my team. Ditto Ian Wright. And Bergcamp. Bastards.

Alan Shearer!

Like… Newcastle have a player that isn’t shit! Instantly he broke his leg and missed a season. Such is being a toon fan.

Duncan Ferguson huge bruiser who became a soft hearted born again Christian. (There is a video of a young Anthony Gordon [younger] shadow boxing him. Like a kitten attacking a pitbull) Nicknamed Duncan disorderly and once ripped off a door to threten Rudd Gulliet’s life. What a man.

David Ginola. Like give me a mecurical Frenchman Tyneside.

David James for something completely different.

Jamie Redknapp. Average player (although at the time I didn’t realise the extent of his injuries) a fluffy haired babe.

Eric Cantona (don’t tell my partner)

David Batty. I have always like them interesting looking.

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ramrodd · 2 months ago

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Christian Reveals Super Villain Secret Origins! (feat Dr Bart Ehrman) (J...

COMMENTARY:

James White and Bart "Giggles" Ehrman are a perfect excaple of the opposite sides of the same theological coin of the dialectical Marxism of the Jesus Seminar v the Pro-Life solo scriptura Calvinism of the Totaal Deparvity doctrine. There is reaally not a dime's worth of diffference between them, theologically. Apostasy is the essentialy dimension of Giggle's business model. It's got nothing to do with Jesus: it's all about the bucks and political power he has accrued by claiming apostasy, Popularity has always bee a cricial issue for Giggles: he succumbed to the peer pressure of the Born Again warriors of Bill Bright's Campus Crusade for Christ in the wake of the Late, Great Planet Jesus movement of the 60s and became "Born Again" because all the cook kids in school were going Salvation Gospel in reaction to the Sex, Drugs and Rock-and-Roll anarchy of the Liberal anti-war and civil rights cultural revolution on campus. I'll give Giggles credit for bing diligent in his convictions and service as a pastor until he met Dale Martin and discovered that being a Gay Episcopalian was a lot more popular at Chapel Hill than a Calvinist drudge and Apostasy turned out to be a very profitable Branding decision. His tell for when he is spouting absolute theological trash is when he begins to giggle about elements of the literature of the Bible which don't fit his Marxist template which is to say, any appeal to the paradox of Jesus and the validation of the God Hypothesis by Resurrection. Like James White, he genraally denies the Holy Spirit as contradiction of the material nature of historic analysis. Marxism is sort of the anti-Gnostic inquiry where the supernatural manifest in NOAA weather reports is dismissed as superstious behavior. In any evernt, Giggle's Apostasy business model satisfies his need for ppularity and made him rich, personally, and a singular power in the field of PhD scholarship. I followed James Wright's insights regardint Islam, along with Bill Warner and Jay Smith, American Evangelicals have a high need to crusade against Mormons for reasons that are completely incomprehensible to me and, to some degree, Wright, Warner and Smith extend that prejudice to Islam, I didn't know much about Islam until I went to the Million Man March here in DC because I knew the Main Stream Media couldnt get past their racism to give an accurate report of what he said, so I wtood witness on the Mall, virtually the only white guy to be seen except for some very nervous white Park Policemen around the Metro entrances. The most important thing I learned was the centrality of the number nineteen to the divine onature of the Meccan verses of the Koran and Khadijah, The Holy Spirit is all over the Koran, generally, identified by whereever 19 pops up, Sura 74:30 is the clerest portrait of the mind of The One in literature; Above it is nineteen. 19 is the literal Alpha and Omega of the mind of God as presented in Genesis 1:1 and Revelation 4:2 But that's another story. But. like all Pro-Life apologists and evangelical anti-Theist like the Jesus Seminar, he's ultimately boring, And he's gone a bit native with the standard Muslim palm's length combed out chin whiskers. All these pro-and anti-Jesus freaks get locked into their little echo chambers as a consequece of the glass ceiling of Post Modern Historic Deconstruction, I mean, when it comes to the theology of James White or Bart "Giggles" Ehrman, it comes down to a choice between Tweedle Dee and Tweeke Dumber.

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abluescarfonwaston · 2 years ago

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I saw Thor so how about a despicable me au. Miles loan request is denied in his steal the moon project because Franziska stole the shrink ray he stole and Manfred declares the project too risky without the key piece secured. He's been ejected from her lair 456 times already.

And then he sees her welcome in the girl scout cookie kids and has a lightbulb.

He takes home three little kids. All holding hands- assumed they were related - is Kay, Sebastian and little Trucy. He manages to steal the ray with their help and then on the way back they demand to go to the amusement park on the boardwalk.

He plans to tuck them into the rollercoaster and leave. They'll get over it- just like he didn't. But adults must ride with kids. He passes out from sheer terror. Comes around to trucy and Kay attempting to swindle a swindler into giving Sebastian the rainbow unicorn stuffed animal of his dreams. Miles reaches up and grabs it.

"Hey no can do Mister you gotta knock them all over to win!" "She did." "Nuh uh see that one? Still standing." "... I see. Let's play again."

The shack does not have a back when they leave. Sebastian buries his entire torso in his prize. "ITS SO FLUFFY I COULD DIE!"

By the time he gets home they're all covered in face paint and either giggling or sugar comaed right to sleep.

Manfreds face twitches as Miles re presents the plan now that the key asset is in place. The trio keeps interrupting. "... Pathetic. Boy you can't even read a room. I was attempting to be gentle. Your simply no longer worth the risk. Loan denied."

Miles and kids end up at a bank glaring down on burned out bank teller Phoenix Wright for a loan to- "uh..." *Kay whispers into Miles ear* "No we are not buying you a paraglider." *Trucy whispers* "I will not have tigers in the house young lady magic or no." *Sebastian whispers* "... Yes thank you Sebastian remodel the house so they can have their own rooms."

They end up on a date. It's definitely not cause Phoenix is a member of the Evil reformation team secretly trying to suss out if Miles is a viable candidate or because Miles is extremely gay. No he just wants to copy wright's office key and approve his loan. Sure. Suuuuure Miles.

"What you gonna offer to steal the moon from the sky for me?"

"It would have made a better gift than the flowers."

"the ones you were allergic to?"

"precisely. What would have been a good date then Wright."

*Flashbacking to being strapped to a table James Bond style and having a Lazer grow ever closer.* "Not being kidnapped is nice."

"what?"

"i said if i don't end up taking a nap partway through it's nice."

At the climax Franziska has kidnapped the kids from their ballet recital (Sebastian was the only one Really into it but the fact Miles didn't show up broke their hearts all the same) and is holding them hostage while she has stolen even the moon from him and Papa loves her more and-

"STOP IGNORING ME AND UNTYING THEM ITS VERY RUDE!"

Miles spends the majority of their climatic fight trying to get the kids to safety and keep them calm. She points the electroshocker directly at him. Sebastian grabs the back of his leg, crying. Miles doesn't look away as he gently tries to push him free. "Go to Gumshoe Sebastian. Go." Manfred screams in her earpiece just to Do it already.

The moon jolts. Increasing in size. "Oh shi-" "Takee mushrooms." Miles finishes for her. Working together to return it to the sky before it crushes them all.

She slips out as the dust settles. Confused. Stands as Manfred - Papa - scolds her to hell and back. On her watch she watches Miles tuck the trio into bed. Kiss them on the head. Something he never did. For either of them.

"Are you listening to me Girl?"

"No." Tranquil as his face went red. Fury building oh so familiarly. Hand on the electroshocker whip. "I'm done listening to you I think."

Phoenix shows up the next day with a smile and "Great news! Your loan was approved!" Miles stares at him with the velvet mansion behind him. "Course you know that already since you approved it yourself!"

"..."

"So let's talk about your repayment plan!" Hands him a pamphlet on the Villain redemption initiative.

"I'm not doing this."

Course if Geff Beesos woke up in nothing but his boxers, assets raided like the Grinch had been through and millions more woke up to find their medical debt was gone - well. That could still be considered Villainous couldn't it?

#miles edgeworth #despicable me au #kay faraday #Sebastian debeste #Phoenix Wright #wrightworth #franziska von karma #maybe trucy should be phoenix's and the Play date was the motive #that probably reads easier

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eugenesmorphine · 3 years ago

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Livin’ The Brother Hood // A Generation Kill Fanfic

AN: The long awaited chapter two. Again, so sorry I’ve been dead. I’m working on more of my chapters as we speak. :)

Chapter Two: Oscar Mike

The next day after all that pizza, the Base was more than alive. Trucks and Humvees lined up ready to leave. The reporter hopped into the backseat along with Trombley. Garza hopped on the turret. Kyra finished squaring away the Humvee and followed close behind Ray, holding her helmet whilst they walked to the porter potty. Ray pounded on the door.

"Brad lets go it's urgent! Where almost oscar mike!" he called. Kyra stood there, a small smile on her face. Her little bandage still on her forehead.

"Jesus Ray, can't I enjoy one minute of enjoyment before shipping out," he called out from inside of the portable toilet. A giggle flew out of the female's lips along as Ray began to chuckle. The porter potty's door flew open. There stood the tall Marine as he scooped up his toilet paper, and Playboy magazine. Looking between Kyra and Ray with his piercing blue eyes. Kyra laughed slightly and shook her head. Ray went and followed Brad so he could go get the rest of his gear. the female Marine went and got in the Humvee, sitting between Trombley and the Reporter. She placed her helmet on her head, clicking her chin strap on. She began bouncing her knee, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

About five minutes later, Ray and Brad hopped into their seats in the Humvee. Ray placed his helmet on and Brad did the same. The reporter sat in his seat, sweat dripped down his face. Ray placed some dip in his lip and looked at the Kyra and the reporter, holding the can of dip out to them. The female made a face and put her hand up, rejecting the tobacco product.

"Hey, War Scribe. Want to try some dip. The first couple times I tried it, I puked a little bit. But, as long as you don't get it in Brad's Humvee, we won't mind," Ray spoke, clipping his helmet. Wright grabbed the can of dip, took some and stuffed it in his bottom lip. Kyra stuck her tongue out in disgust as she just placed her M16 between her legs. Humming softly as they waited for the signal to be off and driving.

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After a few hours of waiting for the translator, they were off. The drive was decently boring. Sitting in the Humvee wasn't all that nice. I mean, listening to Ray hipped up on Ripped Fuel and singing variations of Avril Lavigne and other hit songs, was fun and all. Hell, even Brad was singing along with some of them. Though, when you're driving in a desert there isn't much to see. Especially when you are both searching for the enemy, and waiting for the enemy to approach you at the same time in a massive country.

Kyra had already fallen asleep, her head resting on Trombley's shoulder. A shocker was that Trombley hadn't shoved her off of him just yet. Ray glanced in the rear view mirror, looking at Marine. "Holy shit James, you aren't being a total psycho. I'm surprised," Ray retorted. Brad glanced back at the two and smiled slightly.

"She is nice to me. And she gave me a pack of skittles," he shrugged and kept looking out the window. Ray scoffed slightly and focused back on the road. That was when they were called to pull over along with the rest of the trucks. Kyra popped up and hopped out of the car with everyone else. And as soon as everyone had gotten out of their vehicles, two white pickup trucks with the Republican Guard's insignia on the front of it. Men with AKs sat inside the truck, along with the truck bed.

No one was really paying attention at first, Kyra was the first to notice them. She immediately brought up her firearm and aimed down her sights. "Uh, Lieutenant! Two white pickup trucks, Republican Guard symbols on the hoods," she called out. This grabbed everyone's attention quite quickly while the two pickup trucks came to a hard stop. Brad came up next to the female and leaned over the truck and aimed his gun down on the trucks. This is when the rest of the men followed the action. Fick got on the phone with the higher ups in the chain of command, asking permission open fire on the men. Or at least snatch one for questioning. But, to no avail, the request was denied. And we were told to wave them off.

"The first contact we make with the enemy, and we wave them off like a bunch of bitches," Brad cursed while looking at Ray and Kyra who stood at his side. Kyra looked up to the two and chewed on her bottom lip.

"You know what happens when you leave the Marines?" Ray asked rhetorically, not really asking any particular person. Kyra patted his shoulder slightly. He looked between his two closest friends. "You get your brains back," he answered, turning around and going to the driver's seat of the Humvee. The female watched as he walked away and looked up at Brad. She wasn't all that upset though. The girl always stayed optimistic and had a smiled on her face. She grinned at Brad and walked to get in her seat in the Humvee. The blonde chuckled to himself and turned, watching her walk away. He shook his head slightly and walked to the passenger seat of the Humvee. And in no time, they were back on the road once more.

"Hey Sarge?"called out the female from the backseat. Receiving a hum from the Sergeant to show that he was in fact listening. "How's do you feel about your turret not showing up on time?" A laugh was heard from the Humvee's driver. A small smirk formed on her face as the Sergeant slowly turned around to look at her. The Reporter had a hard time keeping in his laughs.

"You know my dear Y/N, I could just cut a hole mopp suit while you sleep," he threatened. Though, the female just kept her smile, and patted his shoulder.

"Sure you can Sarge, but you love me too much," she teased as she leaned back against the seat. Brad just shook his head, turning back in his seat to face the road. She then looked over at the reporter, raising a brow. "I don't know what you're giggling at reporter. Just yesterday Garza had to preform testicle surgery on your because your mopp suit was too small. And you kept me up all night because you kept encouraging Ray with his dumb ass pussy theories on this war," she spat. One thing that girl was good at was killing Iraqis and being too much sass for everyone. That is probably why her and Doc Bryan got along so well.

The Reporter stumbled over his words as he looked at the female's death stare. He didn't think a woman could inflict so much tension and fear into a man just with the look on her face. She slowly shifted her face back to the smile she always had she patted his shoulder. "I'm just messing with you, I don't sleep much anyways," she chuckled. Wright just sat there and smiled nervously, nodding along with what the female said.

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The next couple days were fine. One night all of the men, and woman, were set in their little tent things. And then the next day they were on the road. The night before, Brad and Trombley had spotted a shit ton of foot mobiles on the move towards them. So the next morning, that is exactly what all of them had to deal with.

There had to be dozens of Iraqis. All of which needed to be searched for any Intel or any of which to know if any one of these men were apart of the Republican Guard. That meant all Marines on deck to search through the dozens of men.

Kyra had been patting down one of the men, her weapon's strap slung around her shoulder. Encino Man stood from afar, watching the woman. He was the type of man to be the "Superman" type. Always wanting to help Miss Bisset, though the Captain got in the way most times. And everyone saw it except him. And today, was one of those days when Captain Schwetje wanted to be Superman instead of Encino man.

Rudy and her had been patting down a set of men who would stop shouting. No matter what the pair did, they wouldn't shut the fuck up. that was until the female Marine huffed and rolled her eyes. Staring up at the Iraqis who wouldn't just stand still or sit town. She pointed her gun up at and just said in a firm voice, "Sit down and shut the fuck up. You Hajii motherfuckers." With that, the two men got the hint and indeed stopped speaking. Rudy watched the woman, slightly shocked that someone of her seemingly softer nature, so quick to use a more violent way of getting to the point. Not exactly Rudy's style though, what else could he do about it.

Rudy began to pat down one man whilst Kyra began starting on the second one. "These guys gotta be hiding something. At least one of them. There is no way on God's green Earth they would have put up such a big fight for us to just pat them down," The female spoke, glancing over at Rudy. With her taking her focus off the Iraqi in front of her for a fraction of a second, he launched upwards. Reaching for the Marine's M16. And that is when Captain Encino Man came in. Kyra was just about to push back the Iraqi and grab at her gun. Though, the Captain practically came out of no where and pushed the female out of the way. Classic Superman act in a not particularly extremely dangerous situation.

This action done by the Captain made her stumble and fall right on her ass. Her helmet tilting in front her eyes, pushing her glasses down and probably leaving a scratch on them. The poor woman just sat there for a second, a bit confused at the blur that just shoved her. The brunette pushed the tip of her helmet up, along with using her index finger to push her glasses up. The thud of the Marine hitting the sand along with all of her equipment caught the attention of Marines nearby. Nate quickly looked at what the situation as Kyra stared up at Encino Man. Her face flooded with confusion, anger, and clear frustration as Rudy helped her stand.

"Uh, Captain. I could assure you that I had that situation under control," She spoke, voice laced with annoyance as she dusted her lower half off.

"This Iraqi," he started, grabbing the Hajii by the arm and yanked him upwards. "He clearly reached for your weapon, and could've put you in great danger."

"Sir, I understand that. But," The small Marine's voice cut off by a hand on her shoulder. She looked at the hand and followed it's connecting arm. Her eyes landing on her Lieutenant. She huffed and looked at him.

"Captain, I was sure my Marine had this under control. Next time, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't shove Corporal Bisset next time you want to assist in a situation. And, Sergeant Reyes was here to assist her if need be. Sir." He piped in. His tone showing that he was too, very annoyed at his superior officer's actions.

"I saw this as a dangerous situation, in which one of your Marines needed assisting. Whilst you were away. If anything, I was helping you out Lieutenant," he hissed. He sounded so stupid. If only he could hear himself.

Help and assist. The two words Kyra hated the most. As a lone female with dozens of larger males that surrounded her. Many thought that she was much weaker than the rest of them. Her small size and look seemed to be that way. But they were so wrong. Kyra knew deep down that she wasn't weak and that she wasn't damsel in distress that needed saving. She was capable of doing anything on her own. Though, the female knew that she couldn't change every man's mind that she was indeed the weren't the weaker target. And the female Marine knew that she especially couldn't change their actions towards her most times. Unless she had to set them straight herself. Which she has had to do a few times within her past. But, that wasn't the point. Kyra Bisset knew that she had gone through all the same training, worked just as hard, or maybe even harder, than the rest of the males that she fought along side with her. That was all she needed to know herself.

Nate looked at the lone woman, his lips pressed together. His eyes spoke for him. Showing that it was just best for her to walk away because there was no use wasting time with the Captain. She just let out a heavy sigh and turned and walked off. Searching for her other friends with Rudy close behind her. Ray has just walked past, his arms tightly on an Iraqi in a dark grey turtle neck.

"Hey guy! They have their own Fruity Rudy!" he called, his voice booming as he pushed the Iraqi along towards Lilley and Chaffin. Kyra glanced at Rudy and scoffed slightly. She shook her head and walked towards Doc Bryan. Only imagining what Ray might've found on that Iraqi.

Looking around, the Marines were still at work. Though, with what was said and seen that most of these men, if not all, already came into contact with Marines or the Army. Having things from MREs, tickets saying that they already came in contact with our military. But, not every man was checked over, there still had to be another dozen men to get patted down and questioned. Though, that came to a quick stop when Godfather showed up.

Godfather approached Fick, and immediately said that the Marines needed to get a move on. Ordering the Lieutenant to send these dozens of men back from where they came. All of the Marines stood there, shocked at the order. It was against the Geneva Convention to not care for these men, they were technically surrendered. Kyra and Doc approached their Lieutenant and looked up at him.

"Sir, we can't just send them back to where they came from. Some of these men might have important information," the female stated.

"Are they serious? Where the fuck are we supposed to send them back to? Lieutenant, it is against the Geneva Convention to send these guys back. We have to take care of them, they surrendered," Doc added, frustration in his voice. Doc Bryan was always one for the rules, and he lived by the Geneva Convention.

"Well un-surrender them. I can't do anything about it. Tell them to go back," Fick retorted, sounding defeated, frustrated, and just straight up exhausted. The Corpsman and the shorter Marine looked at each and and shook their heads. And just walked back to their squad's Humvee.

Kyra climbed into the Humvee and sat in her spot. She looked at Ray, remember how he hadn't slept in a while. "Hey Ray, before we are Oscar Mike, want to get some rest? I can drive, I already slept a bit," Ray looked back at her. A small smile on his lips.

"Sure, I'll sit between the psycho and the war scribe," he answered, hopping out of the drivers seat while the female rolled her eyes and climbed out.

"Trombley isn't a psycho, Ray," She spoke, smiling at Trombley. He gave a tiny one in return. The woman always had a big sister relationship with Trombley. Always defending him and standing up for him. She sat down in the drivers seat.

"Sure you can reach the pedal there Kyra?" Brad teased, looking over from his seat. She scoffed, looking over at the Sergeant. Giving him the middle finger and placed her other hand on the steering wheel.

"Just because you say that that, I'm hitting every goddamn pothole and every fucking bump, jackass," she hissed. Earning a chuckle from the man in the passenger's seat who returned his focus to watching outside of his window. Kyra smiled to herself and started up the Humvee. Tapping her fingertips off of the wheel and humming softly.

"Kyra, if you could not hit every goddamn pothole and every fucking bump that would be amazing," the previous chimed in from the backseat. Mocking the female's word. Who just shook her head slightly and started driving.

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After a few hours of driving and a quick pit stop later. And with Kyra definitely hitting almost every pothole and bump she could find. Each time the Humvee rumbled, Brad swore at her and Ray groaned loudly. Trombley was just enjoying himself and watching the show happily. Ray went back to driving and Kyra climbed back into her seat between Write and James.

It wasn't a long ride before we caught up with the rest of the military on Saddam's highways. Kyra looked out the window as she looked in amazement at all the Military vehicles. Tanks and all. "Whoa, check it out," Trombley spoke up. Just as amused as the woman besides him.

"Look at this gents and lady. Little more than forty-eight hours into the war, and the First Marine Division out of Camp Pendleton, Oceanside, California, is rolling with impunity on Saddam's highways," Sergeant Colbert announced. Kyra sighed whilst Trombley huffed and plopped back angrily in his seat.

"This sucks. We were on point in front of the whole invasion," He slammed the butt of his gun on the floor of the Humvee angrily. "Now we're back in the traffic jam." Kyra jumped in her seat slightly at the loud thud.

"Trombley. how dare you question the strategic plan?" Brad asked, looking back at the angry Marine in the back seat as the Humvee was brought to a stop.

"Oh my god look at this," Ray started up, pointing to the American vehicles. Everyone looked over at the trucks. "'Angry American'. Aw, 'Get Some'? 'Don't tread on me'?" He began listing off the multiple common slogans that were seen all over the hundred of trucks. that lead into him and Colbert getting into it about stupid shit that makes patriotism and country music. And does Sergeant Brad Colbert fucking despise country music. Kyra just sat back and slapped the Wright's shoulder and motioned for him to be taking this type of shit down. Which he quickly whipped out his little notebook and began scribbling down.

After hours of waiting in miles and miles of traffic and complaining about how the Marines were stuck doing nothing. And hoping that they actually got to get into the war before it ended. The battalion was on the road once more.

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It grew dark quickly where the Marines stationed for camp that night. Most Marines sat up and talked with each other. While others slept. Sergeant Colbert had switched out Garza was still upon the gun. Which he was busy working on the gun, Brad and Ray were up just talking back and forth. Kyra had just fallen asleep after she spent a good amount of hours trying to assist Gabe on the gun and preforming some of normal duties. The Reporter was also passed out in a little grave he dug.

Ray tore open an MRE he had saved within his bag. Bouncing his knee up and down. Probably from the amount of Ripped Fuel the man must have ingested. It had maybe be about ten minutes and Kyra had already awoken. Rubbing her eyes using her fists like a child. Ray glanced down at her, slightly confused at what she had woken up from. Or why she was getting up. Reaching for her glasses within her pocket, she pulled them out and placed them on her face.

"Hey Gabe, I'll fix the gun. Get some rest," Her voice tired. A yawn slipped from her lips as she stretched. The Corporal was known for not sleeping for long periods of time. No one really knew why. But usually the most she would sleep would be two hours and then she would be up and at 'em.

The Marine manning the gun looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, I'm fine. You can lay down for a little bit longer." Shaking his head and going back to trying to get the jam out of their Humvee's main gun.

"Gabe, shut the hell up and get sleep while I'm offering it," The brunette already began climbing on top of the Humvee, pushing Gabe out. He just had a few confused noises leave his lips as he physically could deny the chance to sleep. Kyra just watched as Walt put his hands up in surrender and climbed down and into the grave that she had just been sleeping in. She chuckled to herself as she removed her helmet from the top of her helmet.

"Why aren't you sleeping, Corporal?" Called Sergeant Colbert from the passengers seat as he watched the screen in front of him.

"Why aren't you, Sergeant?" was all she responded. The female stared off into the darkness of the desert. The cool wind feeling amazing on her skin instead of the hot sun that was there on the daily. Looking down, her hand went up to the back of her, pulling her hair down. Getting the somewhat fresh breeze blowing her brown locks back. A sigh of content slipping from her lips as she tilted her chin up. A small grin spreading on his lips.

"Seems like I asked your first Corporal Bisset," Colbert pushed himself out of his seat. Looking up at her, tilting his helmet up.

"Didn't feel like it," Kyra shrugged as she began working he way with the weapon on top of the vehicle. Her focus devoted to trying to understand why the gun just kept getting Jammed.

"Huh, I don't think I'm buying it. Are you Ray?" Brad's head turned to face Ray who had been on the opposite side of the Humvee.

"Nope! Not buying it Brad!" Ray chimed, mouth full of food. A small giggle left the woman's lips and she shook her head. She leaned on the turret's shield and looked down at the Sergeant.

"Why do you men want to know so much about me?" her head tilted to the side. Her long brown hair falling to the side. Brad rested his weight onto his left foot as he looked up.

"Well my dear friend, you have been with us guys for months. Through every training and all. You know about everyone's past and story, or just them in general. And we know absolutely fucking nothing about you. All the guys have been making bets on if you've killed someone or not." He leaned against the Humvee. Kyra scoffed and laughed slightly.

"No, I've never killed anyone," she sighed heavily in defeat as the turret jammed once more. She ran a hand through her thick hair. Leaning back, Kyra slipped down out of the turret and into the seat. It was now her turn to look up at the lanky Sergeant. "I don't talk much about where I'm from or my "past" because it just isn't all that good."

"Hell Kyra, that doesn't mean shit. Some guys were supposed to be going to jail for some fucked up reasons and chose the Marines instead of being locked up," Ray spoke, stalking on over to the two. Ease dropping. A common action done by Corporal Person. An expression that spoke 'you're and idiot' while Brad just let out a heavy sigh and looked down. Shaking his head slightly.

"Well Ray, as going to jail for a petty crime is not the best and all. My so called "story", as Brad put it, isn't as easy as that," swinging her legs back and forth as she looked up at the two Marines standing in front of her.

"Then tell us my dear female friend," The short brunette pressed on. He was just as curious as Brad. Though Brad just wouldn't admit how much he wanted to learn about the woman sitting in front of him. Kyra just smirked slightly and stood up, approaching the two men. With a few steps she stood in front of them. They looked down at her, anxiously waiting to see and hear something about her. The small woman just tapped their cheeks with her hands.

"Maybe one day, my two favorite Marines," Kyra just gave them a nod whilst Ray threw his head back and groaned loudly. Brad just huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. The two watched Kyra grab her Kevlar and placing it on top of her head as she pulled her hair back into a bun. Clicking the chin strap on and grabbing her M16. "I'm going to go talk to Poke, have fun you two," she grinned as she turned, walking away to Poke's Humvee. Ray just scoffed slightly and looked over at Brad. Who's eyes were still watching the little lady as she was already about twenty yards away.

"When are you going to realize Brad that you are one love sick puppy over that Marine," Ray teased. Shaking his head as Brad snapped his head to look down at the brunette next to him. He scoffed, turning his body to look at him.

"For your information Corporal Person, I am not a "love sick puppy" for Kyra. And I don't think I'll ever be. Unlike you and you're strange attraction to your sisters like the rest of your whiskey tango, trailer park fucking hick family. I don't fall for people my dear RTO," Brad retorted coldly. Though, Ray just scoffed and stared at him for a second as the Sergeant turned to get into the passenger seat to keep watch,

"Fuck it Brad, I'm getting some sleep," with that Ray pushed himself off from leaning of the side of the Humvee and walked around it to his little makeshift bed that he had. Laying down and talking with the Reporter a bit before getting at least a little sleep.

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The next day the Marines sort of got what they wished for. Bravo pulled in and waited behind Alpha. Gun shots never stopped and Mortar fire hadn't quite just yet. All of Bravo jumped out of their Humvees and took cover. Explosions from Mortars were hitting all over. Kyra sat there, edging her way in front of everyone, trying to search for the Mortar fire. Men were being shot in her view. Some even being blow up. Though, it was war wasn't it?

Brad and Ray were up talking with the Lieutenant. Men were all squatted next to their Humvees. Flinching and jumping at each loud boom that the Mortars made when they hit the ground all around the Marines. The blasts made it sound like the Mortar strikes were coming from all over.

The female ran back to the Lieutenant, binoculars in hand. "Sir, I can't get visual on where the Mortar strikes are coming from within the city. There has to be at least three of them with the constant rates of them firing," Kyra shouted over the loud sounds of bullets and explosions. Fick just pursed his lips and looked over at the group of Marines that stood beneath electrical power lines. Her, Fick, and Brad all moved up, observing the group of Marines about thirty yards in front of them. The female chewed on her inside of her lower lip, adrenaline and anxiety coursed through her veins. Not a good mix.

In just a second, the female looked away. She heard a loud explosion and the quick screamed for a Corpsman. She looked back and the men that stood just thirty yards in front of her had fallen. Now crying out in pain. Doc immediately ran to their aid as the three Marines just stood there. Kyra just stood from her kneeling position, her eyes never leaving the men wailing on the ground. She swallowed hard and turned, shaking her head slightly.

Sergeant Colbert's eyes followed the female as she left. War was all fun and games, guts and glory to these young men. Until the bullets truly start flying and your buddies begin dying all around you. Then it isn't all piss and vinegar anymore. It was today that most Marines in the company really started the process of understanding what war was really all about. Watching fellow brothers in arms hit the ground, crying for their mothers, was not what most would picture or anticipate.

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The night took over. Everyone within their Humvees. Either asleep or keeping watch. Ray and Trombley had been up talking about future names for Trombley's son. Going back and forth between names, bickering at times over names. In that time, Brad switched Gabe for Walt for manning the turret. After that time, Ray had been attempting to fall asleep, whilst Trombley was still Rambling about his wife and future child. Kyra had been sitting on the top of the humvee, chatting with Walt as he climbed onto the turret.

"Walt, can you keep it down? I'm trying to listen to the artillery," Ray called from the driver's seat. A giggle left the woman's lips as Walt chuckled, glancing down at the male below him. Kyra kicked her legs back and forth as she hummed to herself. Her helmet off and hair down. It was this time a night when she could have her hair down and get a moment to enjoy the wind combing throughout her thick hair. It was almost like a moment of clarity. She knew that there was a war surrounding her. She was well aware of the amount of death that surrounded her and her friends. She knew that she could die at any time. Though, the female just wasn't looking at the darker sides of things. Kyra was known to be the light of the company. The one comforting the men, making them smile. Going past the cat calls, the flirting, the staring, the teasing, going past everything. Everyone loved her. She was just the something the men looked forward too. They were a little sister, a best friend.

"Why don't you get some sleep there Smiles," Walt spoke whilst fidgeting with the turret. She sighed at the use of the name and looked up at the blonde countryman. A grin on her lips.

"I'm fine Walt, I don't need it. I'm not tired," she responded, pushing herself off the roof of the Humvee. She let out a little grunt as her boots came into contact with the sandy desert ground. A small cloud of sand puffing up from beneath her boots. She stretched her back as she turned and grabbed her helmet. She saw a familiar Sergeant sitting in the passengers seat and walked on over around the Humvee to go speak to him.

She leaned against the Humvee, her forearms supporting her weight as she placed them above the window. Brad just kept focus on the screen in front of him. Kyra looked over his shoulder and at the screen. He had just gotten through telling Trombley that getting married and having children was a waste of time and money. Instead he could just order a hundred dollar hooker on the phone and it would be better.

"What are you working on there Sarge?" Asked the small woman. Brad looked up at her, a small grin spreading on his lips as he noticed her.

"Not really anything here Corporal. Just keeping watch whilst everyone, I mean, everyone except you is getting some shut eye. So why don't you do the same?" He just looked at her. Still not understanding the fact behind why she never slept all that much.

"I'm fine Brad, I don't need it. Why don't you get some sleep and I'll keep watch? The team leader needs some sleep at some point doesn't he?" she smiled leaning more inside the Humvee. Brad just chuckled and looked down slightly. Looking back at her.

"Why don't you ever sleep for a long period of time? Like fucking ever?" he rested his gun down, abiding his attention towards the female leaning into his Humvee's window.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes, I really want to know!" Kyra stood there and sighed slightly. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at the blue eyed man in front of her.

"I don't know, I guess it is just easier to stay awake. That way I know nothing bad will happen to me. No one will try anything," her words were soft and clear. Brad nodded, never realizing that the entire reason she went without sleep was because she was worried someone would try something. It made the man wonder what made her worried or scared.

"You know nobody would try anything Kyra," Brad tried to reassure. Attempting to pull out some emotions, something he wasn't at all used to.

"Are you sure about that Brad Colbert?" Kyra gave him a weak smile and the question left Brad speechless. He just couldn't think of a reassuring answer. The woman just sighed and kept a smile. Glancing at him one last time before climbing back up onto the top of the Humvee. Laying on her back, looking up at the stars. While Mr. Brad Colbert just sat there, still at a loss for words. Confused on why he was so lost and confused. With a sigh he just looked back at the screen in front of him. Pushing all questions and strange unknown feelings to the side. Not really wanting to understand them.

Kyra just sat there, listening to everyone's conversations around her. Thinking to herself, 'What in the hell did I get myself into coming back into this.'

#generation kill #generation kill imagine #generation kill headcanons #generation kill fanfic #brad colbert fanfic #brad colbert #HBO Series #hbo #HBO mini series #gabe garza #Walt Hasser

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marvelyhp · 4 years ago

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A thousand yous

Synopsis: Adelaide (or Y/n) opens up to Bucky and he tries to settle her fears and finally tells her how he feels.

Word count: 1790

Disclaimer: I don’t own the papasito of James “Bucky” Barnes.

Side note: This is another out of nowhere piece that came up. I thought about making this a series or a story but I’m not sure. I guess I got tired of seeing it in Google docs and put it somewhere else. Oh and Adelaide’s name can be changed for y/n or y/n l/n for the end, I just prefer to use actual names. I’m writing all this as if I expect anyone to read this.

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Bucky found her sitting beside the window, her head propped against the glass pane. Eyes focused on the moving lights of the cars and the city, yearning gleaming in her face.

“I miss wearing my dresses,” Adelaide whispered, her breath leaving a trail in the window.

Bucky’s heart stopped at the sound of her voice. He let her words sink in before answering her, eagerly wishing she was opening up to him and felt more comfortable around him. Hope grew deep inside him.

“You mean the red one, with the white flowers?” Bucky started walking towards her to settle beside her on the windowsill. His knee brushed hers as he sat, looking at her face, not bothering with the twinkling lights in the city but the lack of them in her eyes. He missed that shine, her smile, and her carefree personality. But he was so thankful to have her next to him right then, it didn’t matter if he had to discover her all over again.

“Oh, the red shirtwaist. That was my favorite. I just miss the simplicity of it.” It came as a whisper, and he noticed the wavering of her voice.

Memories of her in that red dress, the one that left him more breathless than usual crossed his mind. He remembered her dancing with him in a fair, surrounded by hundreds of people. He remembered Steve dancing with a pretty brunette to his side. Her smile stood out most for him, the way it would light up her whole face, light up his whole world. The way her beautiful golden skin glowed. He remembered her twirling and giggling as she danced with his finger in her hand, her long onyx hair an umbrella as it rose around her.

The girl in front of him was not the Adelaide he knew. He couldn’t read her as well as he used to but she was rough around the edges, he saw the anger in her eyes every day. He saw the fear hidden behind a mask of indifference. He saw how fidgety she was around men, and untrusting of women. She didn’t let anybody in. He thought about how much she resembled him after he left Hydra, the things he saw in her that he knew he still harbored.

“It feels ridiculous to miss that,” Her voice resonated through the room. The darkness of the room would’ve swallowed them if it weren’t for the rays of moonlight coming through the windows. “To miss something so banal like dresses.”

“Don’t you miss anything else?” He didn’t want this moment to stop, he didn’t want her to stop talking. He wanted her to tell him, to open up to him more. But he wishes for her to mention him, even if once. He wanted her to mention him without that anger she felt towards him.

“I do. I miss the way everything was so simple then, even if it wasn’t. Nothing seems quite as complicated and exhausting as this,” A sigh escaped her lips as she shuffled on the windowsill, turning her body and her eyes towards Bucky. “I miss dancing. I miss Brooklyn and the way it was back then. I miss...” her voice trailed off as her eyes lowered to the ground, leaving Bucky’s blue orbs confused.

“What?”

“Forget it.” Her eyes lingered on his eyes before lowering to his lips. She quickly withdrew them, focusing in the moving bright lights.

“I miss Brooklyn, too. I-I miss Steve, so much. Every day I wake up and wish he was here to tell me what I’m doing wrong, or laugh at the stupid things I say or just call me an idiot. He was the only one who understood me.” Bucky’s voice had taken an edge of sadness. The memories of Steve laughing, dancing with his off-beat moves, being plain stupid and his heroics coming into view in his mind.

“I miss Steve, too.” It was a whisper, but the pain and sadness laced in her voice made him feel as though she was screaming. A pang of jealousy poked at his heart. Steve’s face and words as they talked about Adelaide that afternoon in the apartment in Romania shooting on his mind. He shook his head, Shame settling in his gut at his thoughts. It didn’t even matter now because Steve was no longer with him, he could no longer defend himself or say what he thought.

When Bucky looked at her face, she was still facing the window, her lips slightly pressed together. Her lids closed, a small tear glistening in the moonlight. He waited for something more but nothing came.

“He missed you too,” Bucky’s lips pursed. “He used to talk about you all the time. Anything we would do would remind us of you, but he would be the first one to comment on it. Damn it, sometimes I wanted to shut him up”

“Why did you?”

“Because it was too painful, talking about you.” A sigh escaped his lips as his hands traveled to cradle his face to then push his fingers through the mass on top of his head. “I couldn’t hear about the way you used to dance, or the way you smiled or the way you scolded the both of us. I didn’t want to remember the days we went on dates or think about the nights we spent together.”

Silence engulfed them both, the only sound interrupting were the horns of the cars below. Adelaide’s eyes closed tightly, her arms hugging her elbows. A tremble escaped her lips and Bucky felt afraid he had said too much, that he had pushed her too far. Even then, he decided to continue. He needed to say this, to get this heavy load off his chest.

“I couldn’t talk about you because I didn’t want to remember what I had lost. Of all the things and people I’d lost, you were the one who hurt the most.” His heart thundered against his rib cage, forcing his chest to rise and fall unevenly. He felt his hands shake slightly against the skin of his thighs. His eyes focused on her.

He focused on the way her chest rose and fell erratically. He focused on her body, shaking slightly as she stood up from the windowsill. He focused on the way she paced the living room. He focused on the way she kept muttering ‘no’ under her breath and shaking her head side to side.

“The only thing I thought for 80 years was you, Ady.” She was in denial and that’s when he threw caution to the wind.

“Stop.”

“Your smile was the only thing Hydra couldn’t erase, Ady. It didn’t matter how much of you I forgot, your smile was always there.”

“James, stop.”

“Your face was the first thing I remembered. Please, Ady-“

“Stop calling me that!” She cried out. She had stopped pacing at this point, having turned around to face Bucky. Her head was hung low, her white hair hiding her face.

Bucky just sat there with wide eyes and his mouth in a firm line. Her shout had surprised him having been the first time she had been so vocal. The first time she had expressed so much emotion since he had recognized her coming out of Doctor Raynold’s session.

“I’m not her, James. I am no longer that woman you so clearly loved and treasured. I don’t know who I was, who I am, or who am I supposed to be anymore. You don’t know me anymore, and neither do I.” Her fists were clenched at her sides, her voice shaking with every word spoken.

Seeing her so broken, so fragile, broke something inside him. He felt his heart twisting painfully in his chest. Without thinking, Bucky stood up and crossed the space between them in four powerful strides. His hands found her cheeks, tilting her head up.

Thin almond eyes stared back at him. Tears fell from her eyes, marking a pathway from the pool in her eyes to her chin. His thumbs cleaned her falling tears before he whispered his next words. His heart a thousand miles a minute.

"I don't care if you're not the Adelaide I knew. I would suffer through everything again if it meant finding you, whoever that is at the moment," Multiple tears fell from her bloodshot eyes, tears he washed away like the ocean washes the sand. "I would get to know you a thousand times if it meant having you." Their lips were mere inches away, her small refined nose brushing his. His breath mixing with hers. Both of them breathing heavily, their bodies leaning towards each other involuntarily.

Bucky thought about how close she was. He could feel the warmth of her body melting the coldness around his heart. Her stormy grey eyes looking longingly at him and he forgot the promise he had made to himself. He threw his promise out the window because he couldn't take things slower than they had been.

"Fuck it." That was all he said before he crashed his lips onto hers. He poured every lonely night spent thinking about her into the kiss, every tear he shed about her, every desire he had to see her for eighty years. The kiss was desperate and full of longing.

Adelaide's hand grasped the base of his neck, pulling his head towards her, deepening the kiss. All those emotions she had so desperately tried to hide came floating out of her chest. She had missed him so much. Her right hand caressed the soft brown hair on his head. She had taken a while to get used to the way his hair looked, much shorter than it used to be. His beard tickled her chin and even though she remembered how soft his face used to be, she had started to like the beard and how manly he looked.

They kissed passionately until their lungs no longer held any breath. Until a burning sensation flourished in the chest, lungs screaming for air. Bucky rested his forehead against hers, panting.

"I loved you," he pressed a kiss at the tip of her nose. "I love you, " his lips moved towards her cheek. "and I will always love you, Adelaide Wright." His lips settled on hers once again, this time slow and lovingly.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel #bucky x oc #bucky x reader #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes angst #the falcon and the winter soldier #romance #love

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bayrut · 4 years ago

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There are so many Louis-centric ships! Everyone has faves, but have you ever wondered which one is superior? Well, you don’t have to think too hard about this anymore!

Introducing, the ‘who should Louis Tomlinson date?’ bracket tournament, brought to you by @seasurfacefullofclouds1, @silverfoxlou and @tomlinsno! We’ve put 16 wonderful bachelors (list and descriptions under the cut) against each other, for a chance to win the most coveted prize possible: a date with Louis Tomlinson! (not really, we wish...)

Vote for your faves by using the link above, but be quick! Each round is only open for a limited time.

Round 1: open until 5 Dec. Midnight ET

Round 2: open until 7 Dec. Midnight ET

Round 3: open until Dec. Midnight ET

Round 4: open until 11 Dec. Midnight ET

After each round, we’ll announce which candidates have advanced to the next round. And, finally, we’ll crown the winner the day of the livestream!

On the website, you can click on eaach picture to enlarge and have a better look.

Oli Wright: Louis’ bestie since childhood, Mr. Ginger is never more than an elbow-length away. Chiquitita, tell us your secret, BFF doesn’t really stand for what we think, does it?

Steve Aoki: DJ, musician, and entrepreneur. He called Louis’ fans an army of bees, but this long-haired, smooth talking DJ has the whole fandom buzzing. What happened in that private plane, Stevo?

Liam Payne: if six packs could kill, Payno is armed and dangerous. Louis has already checked him out front and back and sideways, and as much as he takes the piss, Louis would never say no to a Lilo cuddle.

Zayn Malik: the one who got away, the long-lashed shy beauty, the prettiest one who was secretly in love with the jock, all those lighthearted “Love you, Boo”s actually translate to, “I love you, Lou.” A soulmate’s connection is never broken. You know what to do

Jurgen Klopp: this Premiere League super manager is described as advocating “heavy metal” football, but the only music he’ll be making is in the studio with our fav five-a-side tenor. We know who really got Louis into Borussia Dortmund— a silver fox whose name rhymes with “Hot Pop.”

Greg James: this dreamboat is now five mornings a week at Radio One, which means 20% more chances for him to flutter eyelashes across the switchboard to try to get Louis to say Big B* C* — oh dear. Louis does lose his powers of concentration around this flaxen-haired cutie.

Marcus Rashford: 22 and fit, a professional football player, and dedicated to ending child food poverty in the UK. Artificial intelligence couldn’t really design a better boyfriend for Louis, could it?

David Allen: having grown up with Louis, David shared a beef with the geography teacher, but what a hunk of beef he is now! What was in the Donny waters the year they were born? Whatever it was, we want some.

Tom Holland: this 24-year-old hunk stars in Spider-Man Homecoming and kills lip-syncing to Rihanna. His fav 1D man is ... Louis naturally, like everyone with taste. A superhero and a dancer, who could say no?

Jack Saunders: usually it’s dry as dead leaves, but did we detect a bit of man-on-man flirting at BBC Radio when Jack talked indie artists with Louis? There was lyric appreciation, there was music history, there was a bit of The Strokes vs. The Killers drama, everything a friends-to-lovers epic should be.

Chad Michael Murray: the OG I-watch-your-show-religiously-because-of-YOU crush, the one that made Louis speechless, the one he wore his coolest outfit to meet, real cas-like, no big, just the only one from One Tree Hill whom Louis fucking adored, the one to speed up his pulse and ask for a selfie with. THAT Chad.

Michael Blackwell: who’s tall, dark, handsome, can absolutely shred on a guitar, shy around Louis, and drinks responsibly on New Year’s Eve? Shut up, it’s this smoldering hunk of British pineapple with a sweet juicy core. Cut us a slice, mister!

Jojo Wright: much more than a shoulder for a poop tattoo, Jojo makes Louis laugh so hard that no sound comes out. He would scoot Louis up to the main iHeart stage all day, and then bundle Louis into his heart.

Hot Friend Luke: admit it, you’ve thought about Louke, you’re thinking about Louke right now. Stop thinking those thoughts and vote your conscience! Who makes Louis lose his train of thought, who holds him, who goes to rallies and festivals with him, who gives him a giggle like that. Vote Louke.

Sam Fender: Will they talk? If these two date, no one will ever understand a conversation again. At any rate, it’s a moot point, as bystanders will be mesmerized by their dueling cheekbones.

Sam Claflin: not so fast, this 34-year-old British dreamboat first laid eyes on his fav 1D dude Louis Tomlinson in 2014. Both of them have matured since then. Maybe their twinkling eyes and dueling jawlines are a match made in heaven.

#tracksintheam #there we go pals my last draft i'm done... timing might not be great but let's just get this one #yes i am tagging it as tracksintheam because helen said it's fine #also don't @ me this is the funniest thing anyone has ever come up with #who should louis tomlinson date? bracket #my posts

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thelockwoodroyals · 3 years ago

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VOICE CLAIM CHALLENGE

rules: Share what you think your character(s) would sound like in the real world! You can make a video, add audio, pictures, or just make a list! Tag some friends and see what their characters would sound like too!

Flynn - Richard Madden (proper and concise)

Eleanor - Lily James (soft sweet and gentle Nell)

Cassia - Millie Bobby Brown (it’s the giggle for me)

Sebastian - Isaac Hempstead Wright (soft and really thinks about what he says)

Callen - Tom Holland (so much energy and rambunctiousness)

no one tagged me but I felt like sharing what my favs sound like in my head! If you have anyone you pictured differently, please share! I tag everyone who wants to do it bc it was a lot of fun coming up with who exactly captures the essence of these characters! (also yes, they are all british and yes that is bc I imagine my sims with british accents shhh)

#voice claim challenge #ignore that callen is a lowkey spoiler #I just really wanted to do it

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 4 years ago

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She is forever - Part 1

Series Masterlist - Stucky Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC, Bucky Barnes x OC (Ophelia Wright)

Summary: When Steve and Bucky went to the army there was a girl they went to school with who wasn’t allowed to go. She was left alone and never thought about again, until Steve sees a carbon copy of her on the streets outside Stark tower and she seems to know them just a little too well to be a stranger.

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Meanwhile, outside, Ophelia walks with a pace closer to running than walking. Her coat isn’t even closed yet and her scarf is on the verge of blowing off her shoulders. She is in a hurry, getting herself together and calling someone. ‘Hey, we need to talk. I think they know.‘

‘Get inside.‘ ‘Thank you.‘ Ophelia throws off her jacket and scarf, throwing them over a chair at the kitchen table. She went to the one place where she knows she’s safe. This place is Mary and Josh’s house. They are like her. They have seen the world grow, watched wars go by, and seen lovers come and go. They know how important it is to have someone you trust, even if you only get to have them for a little bit. They know how excited Ophelia was when she learned that both Steve and Bucky were still alive and understood that she wanted to be close to them even if she wasn’t able to talk to them for her own safety. Mary and Josh are a nice couple to be around and quite fun to look at. Mary grew up in the Netherlands, aka the tallest country in the world, while Josh grew up in America. Mary is over 1,80m tall while Josh barely reaches 1,75m. And on top of that, Mary likes to wear high heels as part of her “modern“ 50s aesthetic. When the fashion of that time made its break, Mary got obsessed and decided that that was the thing for her. They still live in a house that is heavily inspired by the 50s and Mary still exclusively wears clothes that she sews from patterns made in the 50s while Josh is a suits all day, sweats all night kind of man. They fit each other well. ‘Tell me,‘ Mary speaks as the kettle starts whistling. She goes to make tea for the both of them while Ophelia gets comfortable on top of the dinner table. You have floor people, you have couch people, and then you have table people. People who prefer sitting on a table over anything else. Ophelia is such a person. It frustrates Mary, but she doesn’t bother telling her to get off the table because she won’t. She never does. ‘I made a mistake,‘ Ophelia mutters, head hanging, staring straight at the floor, ‘I saw someone drop something and went to hand it back and it was Steve. I didn’t realize, but I saw in his eyes that he just... he knew.‘ ‘This can’t just be about that,‘ Mary hums, pouring the tea for both her and Ophelia, ‘you wouldn’t be this upset if it was just that.‘ She hands Ophelia the tea and finally meets her eyes. They are red and swollen, like she has been crying. ‘They know where I work now,‘ Ophelia stammers. ‘Wait, they?‘ ‘Tony Stark buys a lot of art from me and because I’m too stupid to change my name every once in a while, he knew who I was when Steve used my name and now both Steve and Bucky know.‘ A tear rolls onto her cheek as her chest starts to shudder. ‘I don’t want to disappear.‘ ‘Oh honey.‘ Mary puts her tea down on the table and wraps her arms around Ophelia to let her cry out. It had been a long time since Mary saw Ophelia cry like this. The last time had been when she first lost Bucky and Steve during the war. She had met Mary in the Dutch army and cried to her when she got the letter that confirmed their deaths. The thought of losing them again is too much for her. Ophelia knows that she has to let them go someday, when they get old. But she heard their stories. They’re not much older than they were before and they could still live a long time. She wanted to watch them life their lives and then she could say goodbye. That’s all she wanted. A proper goodbye. The front door slams closed, a loud thud is heard, and then the sound of shoes being thrown away. ‘I’m home,‘ Josh calls through the house, but his cheery attitude changes as soon as he sees Mary and Ophelia at the kitchen table. He rushes over and puts his hand on Ophelia’s shoulder. ‘What’s wrong honey? Why are you crying?‘ Mary lets Ophelia go and wipes the makeup from under her eyes while Ophelia tries to talk through sobs, but no words come out so she looks at Mary. ‘Bucky and Steve saw and recognized her,‘ Mary explains to her husband. ‘Oh, that’s not good,‘ Josh says without realizing it and hears another fit of sobs come from Ophelia. His eyes shoot back at her as he grabs both her shoulders, leaning down a little so he can look her in the eyes. ‘Hey, hey, hey, look at me sweetheart, look at me. We’ll make it work. We always do. We know how special those men are to you. We’ll figure something out. All of us together.‘

In the common room of the Stark tower, Bucky and Steve sit in front of the coffee table staring at the business card Ophelia gave them. Both of their minds are running. Should they call? Would she know? Are they giving themselve hope? Suddenly, Bucky gets up and walks away leaving Steve to struggle with his thoughts alone. He couldn’t take it anymore. The thought of meeting the Ophelia they grew up with is too painful. Especially because this isn’t her. What if she isn’t exactly like Ophelia? He would only get frustrated at the difference between them because she isn’t going to be how he hoped her to be. It’s unfair to the both of them. Steve has a different ethical situation playing in his mind. Is he obligated to grand a granddaughter stories of her grandmother if her grandmother never told her? Would their Ophelia mind that? She never wanted to be in pictures, what if she just wanted to be forgotten after she died? He’d be better of not telling her, but the granddaughter’s curiosity might change his mind. “This is Ophelia Wright speaking.“ She sounds upset, but Steve won’t mention it. He isn’t in a friendly place with her anyway, so what could he do about it. ‘Ophelia, hi, this is Steve. Steve Rogers.‘ “Oh, hi Steve. What can I do for you?“ ‘I wanted to ask you if we could get some coffee together? I am quite curious about your grandmother’s life.‘

And so Ophelia ends up in a café twiddling her thumbs and waiting for Steve. She didn’t think she’d be this nervous, but to be fair, she’s going to have to perform a whole story that isn’t true. She has to pretend she isn’t herself. Truth be told she has done it a million times, but it’s different when it’s Steve she’s talking to. ‘Ophelia?‘ She looks to her side. ‘Oh, hey Steve, how are you doing?‘ He sits down at the table with her, dressed in a T-shirt and cap, something he would’ve never been seen in back in the day. To be fair, T-shirts weren’t really in style back then. She had opted for a long sleeved, fitted blouse dress with a belt around her waist like she used to wear back then. The emerald one she decided to wear might even be from back then. She didn’t check. She should’ve checked. What if he recognizes it? ‘I’ve been doing fine,‘ he answers with a friendly smile, ‘how about you?‘ ‘I’m good. A bit tired,‘ she admits, ‘I decided to dig through some photo albums for you to see if I could find a picture of my grandmother.‘ She grabs her bag and takes out an envelope. ‘They’re not much, but I found these. I copied them, so you can keep these if you’d like. Maybe James would like to see them as well.‘ Steve takes out the pictures. The first one makes his heart drop. It’s Bucky, Ophelia, and Steve just a day before Bucky was leaving for war. In the picture, Ophelia had made Bucky lift her on top of his car and told the two of them to pose in front of her. When the picture was taken she had taken Steve’s hand to help her off and they had fallen on the ground together, after which she helped him up. All he gained from that day was a kiss on his cheek. ‘Wow, thank you so much. This is amazing,‘ Steve smiles brightly. Ophelia reads the nostalgic look in his face like a book. She knows exactly what he thinks. Those moments were the best they had ever had. The only moments that she had considered taking a picture, even if it would put her in danger. ‘You two look so much alike,‘ he says with tears in his eyes. Ophelia grabs the picture for a second and pretends to study it. ‘Honestly, I don’t see it,‘ she jokes. But her grabbing the top picture reveals the picture below it to Steve. He recognizes it right away. Bucky had taken it when Ophelia had convinced them to go skinny dipping one drunken night. In the picture, she’s on Steve’s back with her arms wrapped around his neck, completely naked. ‘Oh, shoot,‘ Steve mutters and Ophelia sees a blush appear on his cheeks as he quickly flips to the next picture. The picture is even worse and Steve recognizes it right away. It’s the picture Ophelia gave Bucky “to masturbate to“ when he was stuck with other soldiers. Steve had stood right next to them when she gave it to Bucky. He swallows heavily while Ophelia giggles. ‘My grandma was a handful, wasn’t she?‘ ‘I’m sorry, but why would you give me these?‘ ‘Because all of them were in an envelope that had your name on it,‘ Ophelia tells him, ‘I’m guessing she wanted you to have them, but never got around to giving them to you.‘ ‘But what about this one,‘ he shows the last photo to Ophelia, ‘she gave this one to Bucky.‘ ‘Not exactly,‘ Ophelia smiles and pulls the originals out of her bag, ‘I knew you’d ask because of the writing on the back. So this one was for Bucky and this one was for you.‘ She gives him both the pictures to read the writing on the back, pretending like she didn’t write the raunchy text on the back herself. She knows why she did it. She was planning to disappear when Steve and Bucky deployed. She stayed because Steve didn’t get in. If he hadn’t, she would’ve given him his picture and leave to another country that next day. ‘Can I take pictures of the writing?‘

“Dearest Bucky. When the nights get cold and the boys start looking attractive, see this as a tool to keep your sanity and think of home. I’ll still be there when you get back. I promise, Ophelia.“ Bucky reads the text of his old photo of Ophelia out loud to Steve. ‘So what does yours say?‘ “Dearest Steve. I know tenderness is your trademark, but when you give into your vices I hope you’ll think of me. See this as a little push to your corruption. Love, Ophelia.“ Bucky smiles, looking through the pictures Steve had taken with him. ‘You know what strikes me as strange,‘ Bucky says, ‘from the way you talk about this girl, it seems like she knows us better than we know ourselves.‘ ‘She said her parents used to call her an old soul,‘ Steve says as rebuttal. ‘Old soul is one thing, knowing someone you never met is another.‘ ‘What are you suggesting?‘ Steve leans back on the couch looking awfully aware of the delusional suggestion Bucky is about to give, knowing that it will hurt the both of them if they get it in their head. ‘What if she’s like us,‘ he says. ‘What?‘ ‘What if she was frozen too? She used to hang out with us all the time, we know how agile she is and that she has a good set of brains,‘ Bucky rambles, ‘what if they thought they could preserve her for a project as well and just threw her out after messing with her head like they did to me?‘ ‘Bucky, I-‘ ‘But what if.‘ Steve shakes his head. He thought he was getting emotional, but he hasn’t seen Bucky this fired up in years. Ophelia was a great friend to them, but he never imagined she meant this much to Bucky. ‘You’re going to get hurt if you keep thinking like that.‘ ‘I know, but sometimes the world is prettier in my head.‘

#bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #captain america #captain america fanfic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel

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waterloou · 5 years ago

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Helloooo all! I’m bringing back oc Saturday for these trying times to showcase some brilliant ocs! If you’d like to nominate your oc or somebody else’s, feel free to shoot me a msg, ask, or tag #ocextravaganzasaturday ! Also, there’s an option to submit a blurb!

OC Extra vaganza Guidelines

Below are links/blurbs for the featured ocs this week! Go check them out!

Akysa Eros created by @ahsokatonas

Fandom: Star Wars

Young Gods

Edit

Departure

Valentines

Lightsabers

Anakin x Akysa

Character Poster

Akysa is such a kickass badass lady who is incredibly powerful. Go give her some love!

Aiden Gilbert Calloway created by @annibunnysworld

Fandom: Umbrella Academy

Masterlist

Halloween Couples costume

Animal

Aiden is a happy, loving, and caring dude. He takes care of his loved ones and is very loyal! Go give him some love!

James Anderson created by @humangrumpycat

Fandom: Riverdale

Introduction

Greek Mythology moodboard

Playlist

Anderson runs his hands through his hair, resting them on the back of his head, taking a deep breath.

He looks at the files on his desk, pursing his lips as his eyes switch between the three uneven stacks.

He lowers his hands, hesitating for a second before he picks up the open file.

The door opens, and Anderson watches Minetta storm into the room.

'Come in,' he sighs, dropping the file on the smallest stack.

'Who the hell are you?' Minetta grunts.

'James Anderson. Your new deputy.'

'I didn't know I needed a new one,' Minetta snarks, crossing his arms.

'I was told two of them quit,' James comments. 'Actually, I was told a lot of people here quit.'

Minetta sighs as he sits down.

'Well, welcome, I guess,' he says.

'But I'd appreciate it if you first meet with me before you decide to take files to your office,' Minetta states.

'I wasn't in the mood to wait for three hours,' Anderson replies. 'And it turns out I really needed those three hours,' he adds, gesturing to the stacks on his desk.

'Dare I ask why?'

James rests his elbows on the desk, his hands intertwined.

'The Council isn't so happy,' he starts. 'They haven't been since sheriff Keller messed up the investigation of the Black Hood, and the mayor promised you'd be better. But then "Riot Night" happened. So, they sent me.'

As Paramore said: “you are the only exception” No I will not elaborate.

Go give him some love!

Kala created by @ocfairygodmother ( @princess- -kala)

Fandom: MCU

(Edits and such can be found at the princess kala tumblr linked above)

Vindicated (ao3)

Kala is strong, fierce, and easy to sympathize with. She’s witty and lovely and just wonderful! Go give her some love!(and vindicated! It’s a great fic!)

Lennon Wright created by @billy--hargroves

Fandom: Riverdale

Basic info

Reintroducing Lennon Wright

Playlist

Lennon x Sweet Pea

Edit

(Lots more can be found under the Lennon Wright tag)

She’s strong, opinionated, and honestly deserves better than the life she’s been handed. She’s wonderful and brilliant! Go give her some love!

Maisie Barker created by @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle ( @vannahthehufflepuff )

Fandom: Harry Potter

Introduction

Maisie and Bennett

Fraisie

Blurb:

“‘S’cuse me, comin’ through!” Maisie yelled as she raced through the corridors, adrenaline pumping through her veins, trying to get through a crowd of students, “Make way!”

She was almost at the end of the corridor when she ran straight into her best friend, Bennett, because she was too distracted looking over her shoulder.

Bennett toppled over first, Maisie following right after her. Bennett had fallen onto her bum, with Maisie sprawled across her lap.

“Merlin, Maisie,” Bennett clutched Maisie’s head, keeping it from hitting the ground, “What on Earth are you doing?”

Maise scrambled up quickly, extending a hand to Bennett to help her up, “I stole a… love potion… from Alena Foster’s… supply,” Maisie said, in between deep breaths, “She sent Malfoy and his goons after me. I think I’ve lost them.”

“A love potion?” Bennett raised her eyebrows, “For who?”

Maisie just smirked, “Dunno yet. Maybe Annie? Get her to shut up about Wood for five minutes.”

Bennett gave Maisie a look, “You know she’d hex you to England and back.”

“Not if she was infatuated with me, she wouldn’t.” Maisie winked. Her eyes suddenly went wide as she looked over Bennett’s shoulder, and she pocketed the love potion immediately.

“What’s that in your pocket, Barker?” Fred Weasley asked as he sauntered up to them, George beside him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Maisie teased, trying to play it cool.

“I do believe that’s why I asked, yes,” Fred crossed his arms over his chest, a cheeky grin spreading onto his face, “Give us a peek.”

Maisie didn’t notice George sneaking behind the girl, a finger on his lips so Bennett wouldn’t say anything.

Maisie had realized what George was doing too late, and he pickpocketed her with ease.

“Damn you, George Weasley,” Maisie stomped her foot as George dangled the small bottle in front of her.

“Is that a love potion I see?” Fred started to tease, “Who’s the unlucky lad? Or lady? You know I don’t judge.”

“Oh, shut up, you,” Maisie crossed her arms, turning her nose up at the twins, “It’s none of your business.”

“Awfully secretive, Barker…” Fred tutted, taking the bottle from his twin and looking it over, “Is this for me? Do you loooove me, Barker?”

Maisie felt herself blush from head to toe, but she let out a scoff, rolling her eyes, “You wish.”

Fred just stared at her, a smirk on his face.

“If you must know,” Maisie yanked the bottle from Fred’s hand before he could react, “Alena Foster annoyed me today, so I stole one of her best sellers, and that’s all, thank you.”

“Whatever you say, Barker,” Fred’s smirk was spreading wider by the second, “I know you want a piece of this,” He gestured at his entire body, chuckling and dodging as Maisie tried to punch his arm.

“Oh, I’m gonna get a piece of you, alright!” Maisie yelped and raced toward Fred, who took off in the opposite direction, cackling as Maisie chased after him.

George just snickered quietly, wrapping an arm around Bennett, “Maybe one day they’ll figure it out.”

“Those two?” Bennett giggled softly, “I suppose we’ll see.”

“We can only hope.”

I love Maisie, I love Maisie, I love Maisie. She’s so funky and fun and playful. She’s also so sweet and caring and charismatic. Go give her some love!!!

Nyxa Ash created by @myocmultiverse

Fandom: American Horror Story

Introduction

Fiona and Nyxa

First off, her full name is Nyxa Persephone Ash and that name is rad as hell. Second, we love a lesbian witch who is mysterious and intelligent. Go give her some love!

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chilly-me-softly · 4 years ago

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Hello, sorry if this is not something you would wright I’m kinda new to all this but I was wondering if you could maybe write something with James where you and him go on a walk with Diego at sunset and he proposes to you on the walk. I have no clue if this is a good idea but your my favourite blog so was hoping you could do something with it. Love you 💋

Hi, every idea is a good idea so don’t worry about it! Thanks for choosing me, hope you like it x

"Hey I'm taking Diego for a walk, you wanna come?" James asks you, trying to look as natural as possible and you nod, lowering the computer screen and taking off your glasses.

"I'll put my shoes on and I'm ready" you warn him and while you're putting them on, he lowers himself to put the leash on the dog and make sure everything is in place.

You walk down those streets leaving Diego to guide you, you don't have a precise destination. Or rather, you don't have a specific place to go, you don't know what James has in mind yet. You arrive at the park and you stop to watch the sunset on a bridge overlooking the river, it's always such a romantic place and there aren't even many people because the weather is not the best to stop and observe.

"(Y/N)" he calls you back and when you turn around you have to look down to see him, James is kneeling in front of you and your mouth immediately opens wide for the surprise. He has a little box in his hand and it shakes slightly.

"I know it may not be the most original proposal ever but I wanted to do it in our place, watch yet another sunset together and be surprised as if it were the first time. And I want to keep doing it for the rest of my life, with you. (Y/N), will you marry me?"

You watch him open the little box, the ring inside is simple but beautiful and you try to get your voice back to speak.

You nod, "Yes! Yes, of course I do" he's about to get up but Diego climbs up with his paws on his leg to play and James rolls his eyes to the sky.

"Diego, come on!" you giggle as you wipe away the tears while he gets up and takes your hand to put the ring on.

"So we're getting married?" he asks incredulously looking you in the eye.

"We're getting married" you murmur in the same tone and finally you kiss each other.

#thank you anon #james maddison #james maddison blurb

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wordlessbabbling · 4 years ago

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“In the garden I will die. In the roses they will kill me. I was going, mother, to pick roses, to find death.”

Polly Gray Story

Anonymous request

Warnings: period typical racism, swearing, mentions death and disease, angst.

Inspired by the poem: To this Day

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She has been through hell.

So believe me when I say,

Fear her,

When she looks into the fire and smiles.

Polly looked down through her glass, past her cigarette, to the folded piece of paper on her desk.

Thomas had put it there. Walked in, slid it across the desk and left. Leaving with the feeling he’d just cursed his aunt to eternal turmoil.

She knew what was in the note. She knew exactly what it was about. She took a final swig of her drink and ripped open the folds.

Maybe if Polly’s God smiled down on her more, then she’d know the colour of her daughters hair.

She read the lines twice before taking her cigarette and pushing it into the words. Leaving it to smoke in the ash tray.

Without another word, she got up and left.

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Polly approached the brown door with skittish feverance. The weather was humid and suffocating, the people of Small Heath always walked like zombies, but today you could just smell the rotting.

Polly put a bright smile on her face, today was the day that she got her life back. The other piece of her whole world.

She knocked on the door and on the other side she heard calls and lovesick giggles.

The woman who opened the door had dark brown, unruly hair. Her eyes were wide in warm brown doe eyed shape. Polly smiled at the woman, taking in her features. Lastly, the woman had a long scar, that covered the left side of her face, from her temple to her chin.

“Anna Gray?”

The woman sniffed, “Anna Clive-Wright.”

Polly pursed her lips to surpress a smile, she was married.

Maybe she didn’t recognise Polly?

“You’re my daughter, I’m Polly Gray. You were take-“ Polly tried.

“I know who you are. I know exactly who you are.” Anna sighed exasperatedly.

“I heard... you were taken to... Australia? You had spring fever?” Polly attempted to gain traction in the conversation.

“Yes. Yes I did have spring fever. I remember during my recovery- I remember the time I put my feet on the ground for the first time in weeks. I threw roses into the abyss and I’d say: ‘here is to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’Some days I wish I’d died.

“I wish something would have taken me away. ‘Cause some nights, Polly, some nights; all I wanna know is that I’m not fucking crazy for feeling the way I feel, after going through all that bullshit that I’ve been through!” Anna slammed her fist against the doorframe.

“What are you talking about, Anna? They aren’t nothing but savages over there. Killers.” Polly furrowed her brows with concern.

“It’s Mrs Clive-Wright, thanks. They aren’t savages, not really. And killers? Really Polly? That’s rich coming from a Shelby. We’re all killers. We’ve all killed parts of ourselves to survive. We’ve all got blood on our hands. Somewhere, something had to die. So we could stay alive.” Anna looked down at Polly with a glare to send a vipers nest fleeing.

Polly matched her stare. One might think the two were related if one looked hard enough. They were, but only one party believed so.

“You have a family here, Anna. Us Shelby’s stick together. They’ll love you- I’ll love you. Like I’ve done for all these years! You were taken, I never got the chance to love you properly.” Polly’s eyes widened in pleading while Anna’s squinted in disgust.

“Family, eh? How dare you talk about family in front on me. How many sons and daughters have you Shelby’s cut? Huh? How many family’s have you torn a part? How dare you come here and talk about family.” Anna snarled.

“...What did they do to you over there?” Polly shook her head. She didn’t know what went wrong. Where did she fail?

“This isn’t ‘bout what they did to me! This is what you- you and your Shelby- Peaky bastards did!” She had strong features that looked like they’d never broken once, “somedays I wish I’d have died. I wish the sickness had devoured me whole, or at least in my head, so I could pretend all this- all this SHIT- wasn’t really real.” She waved her arms around flamboyantly, scoffing at the irony. “However, if I’d have died, I’d never have met my husband; and if I’d never have met my husband, I wouldn’t have had my son... But then again, I wouldn’t have lost my son, either.”

Polly understood now. She put the pieces together and felt a new sense of guilt. There was low-hanging tension in the air. It was held down by sorrow and weighted with tears only a mother could cry.

“How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we never became, Polly?” Anna was staring past Polly. She didn’t want to see the tears in her mother’s eyes, nor the tracks they’d leave down her face, no. “That’s right. We don’t. So don’t come here, knocking on my doorstep, invading my home. Don’t come here raving about losing sons and daughters and love, all the while you’ve created losses in others. This world isn’t a meritocracy. You can’t kill mothers sons until no one has any left. Leaving you to finally take the crown of the best mum of the year.”

The sound of heavy footsteps on floorboards invaded the silence, “everything alright here Anna?” A big burly man with a slight limp and kind face appeared next to Anna, kissing her chastely on the cheek.

Anna places a hand on his chest “of course, James. Go put the kettle on for me will you?”

“For how many?” James looked up at the Shelby woman, taken aback by the celebrity appearance.

“Just us, love.” She kissed his cheek and he limped away slowly.

The silence crept in again, “Husband?” Polly asked.

“Husband.” Anna confirmed. “Y’know Polly, life can be cruel. I don’t believe Michael and I should have been taken, but I do believe you should never have parented us. I have this mark that takes up a little less than half my face. Kids at school used to say I looked like a wrong answer someone tried to erase, but couldn’t quite get the job done.” Anna scoffed.

“Anna, I love you and I just-“ Polly was near sobbing at this point.

“I remember growing up and believing that I’d be lonely forever. That I’d never meet someone. To make me feel like the sun was something they’d built in their work room, just for me.”

Anna sniffed again, her breathing was jagged and wavering. Her voice was rising slowly, “I emptied myself of everything I held dear. So I felt nothing- don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone. That an ingrown life is something Doctors can cut away. That there’s no way for it to metastasise? Of course, it does!” Her voice was scratchy and feral, she snarled like a wolf who saw a bear take its food.

“Anna, I just want my daughter back.” Polly pleaded.

Anna roared, “and I want my FUCKING son back!”

The door slammed shut, and Polly was left to wilt on the other side. She put a hand to her mouth but made no attempt to stifle her sobs. She placed her hand on the door like she could reach through and touch her daughters face.

The fight was over and the matriarch lost. For years onwards, insomnia would plague her mind, as it romanticised the idea of the stars and made the moon seem like perfect company.

Polly was tougher after that. Smiles rarely spouted and her eyes never twinkled in the sun. She screamed and screamed at Thomas that day. Cursing him for the business and all he had to say.

Years on, she’d never forgive herself, she though of her daughter as her head went through the noose that her nephew placed.

...and when I greet death; I hope it’s gentle. I hope it’s like going home.

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