#dramatic rendition of my inner monologue

[gemmaisabelle]

time as a construct eludes me and thus i cannot be bound to its passing . pls do not leave a message after the beep . my inbox contains nothing but ghosts . you will whisper to the static and it too will be lost . your communication translates to electrical humming and i cannot comprehend its buzz . i am deaf . i am mute . and my notifications are muted . forgive me .

i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hi, the virgin anon (lmao🥴😭) here. I just wanted to drop by to first and foremost, thank you. You are so beyond sweet and kind. It’s the first time I actually sent an ask of this nature and I was so hesitant because the last thing I want is to make people feel uncomfortable or burdened. Thank you for you encouraging words. They made me feel less like a pariah. I had actual tears reading your response and your accompanying story. I’ve read it twice already and it’s so, so heart-achingly beautiful. The way you captured the reader’s insecurities, her inner monologue and her doubts. It’s so scary how much I recognize myself in her.

And your rendition of Simon. Now I am never gonna lose my V card bc how is a real man ever gonna compare to THAT?!😭💕. But all jokes aside: You’ve perfectly captured why he is such an enamoring and magnetic figure to me. We all know he is capable and solid because he is who he is, an elite soldier, but the layers you’ve added to him! Unbelievable. You fleshed him out so perfectly. The way he makes her feel seen, understood and safe. I always like to believe that everything we can imagine, is imaginable in the first place because it already exists. It’s gonna sound dramatic but you’ve actually given me hope and the strength to continue to stand behind my standards and my choice and to wait until I find someone who makes me feel so safe and seen. Once again, thank you💕🥹 and also thank you to the other anon who sent their encouraging words❤��� you’ve both lifted my spirits 💕🕊️

AAAAH I'm so happy that you liked it!!!

And gosh I feel honored that you wished to send this ask to me of all people *chokes*

It was so sweet and so, so kind that it only made me smile when I received it, it was far from a burden and I absolutely loved to write that oneshot. Story ideas don't always just pop up, so it's nice to get suggestions like these!

"I had actual tears reading your response and your accompanying story. I’ve read it twice already and it’s so, so heart-achingly beautiful."

Ahhh I'm going to cry too. 🥲💞

"I always like to believe that everything we can imagine, is imaginable in the first place because it already exists."

Hear, hear! Of course these stories are basically magnified fantasies, but the situations and people that inspire them are more or less real. I'm also so happy that you liked my "version" of Simon.

"-you’ve actually given me hope and the strength to continue to stand behind my standards and my choice and to wait until I find someone who makes me feel so safe and seen."

This is amazing and I'm more than glad to hear this. I never said it before but I want to say it now: I actually think it's very beautiful and admirable that you respect yourself and your standards. All in all I think this age encourages rushing things far too much, be it fast food, fast entertainment or fast relationships. It encourages being a mile wide and inch deep, as the saying goes. So to give things the time and value they deserve should be a source of pride, not shame.

Thank you for trusting me with this ask! 💋🤍🩷

[living-dead-parker]

Cell Block - T.H

Summary: Y/N unleashes her inner Velma Kelly

Warnings: cussing I think, cheating, mentions of sex, dramatic ass reader but yES queen, ya feel? Inspired by Cell Block Tango. Probably some mistakes

Word Count: 1.2K

"Tom! I got cast in Chicago!" you exclaimed the minute you ended the call with the producer. Tom was so excited for you. He knew it was your dream to be on Broadway.  You had met him on the set of In The Heart of the Sea, and soon after you had gotten two other movie deals, becoming a well-known name. While you did enjoy acting for the big screen, your dream had always been Broadway.

"No way! What role?" he asks.

"Velma Kelly, this is so exciting!" you exclaimed.

That was months ago, Tom was super excited for you to live out your dream. You had left your LA  home and moved in to your temporary New York home while Tom went to England to film for the second Spider-Man movie. It was tough being apart, but rehearsals kept you busy. You quickly became Velma, connecting with her character. Quite frankly, playing Velma made you feel empowered.

It's opening night and things have been off-putting lately. Tom had become distant, speaking to you less. It was a cause for concern, as he was always talking to or about you. Even Harrison couldn't get him to shut up. Harrison mentioned something about feeling like something was off. However, he was still persistent on making it to New York for a couple days to catch your performance on opening night.

The day was going on in a bustle, Tom mentioned being busy during the day which took you by surprise, because Harrison came along and he said he wasn't busy. So why is it that Tom is busy but Haz isn't when Haz goes everywhere with Tom. You managed to get Haz inside the rehearsal to watch, his eyes locked on every movement you or anyone made as it all flowed eloquently. When the rehearsal was over, you both decided to go quickly surprise Tom, to see him before you were extremely busy for the rest of the day, setting up and performing.

"Are you sure he'll be there?" you ask Haz as he leads the way to the shared suite.

"He has to be. Said he had a break around this time. I told him I'd be exploring with Zendaya, but she wound up finding an old friend, so they decided to hang out. I was left to myself, so we'll see if he's here." Haz explains.

He stops in front of a door, pulling out a card and using it to open the door. Upon entering the suite, the sight turns grueling and shocking. Your eyes widen as moans fill the room and the sight imprints itself in your mind. It's like time stops as Haz turns with wide eyes to look at you. Before you know it, you're yelling, asking what is going on. The redhead looks up from her spot on top of your boyfriend, her green eyes going wide.

"Y/N! Baby-"

"Save it. You," you yell, pointing to the girl who is shuffling around. "Get out!" you yell. She hurriedly puts on her clothes and begins to run out of the room. She closes the door behind her as you rest your hands on your hips.

Your glare is fixed on Tom as he moves to put on his clothes as well. He walks up to you, holding his arms out. Suddenly, you feel the Velma Kelly come out of you as he rests a hand on your arm.

"Don't touch me!" you demand as you rip your arm out of his grasp. His eyes are wide and filled with fear.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I don-I didn't think you'd be coming to my room. I'm-"

"I gotta go, but we're talking later. Don't take my words lightly." you warn, turning to walk away.

The anger and hurt fueled your performance. The show went on and you saw Tom in the front row during your performance of All That Jazz. His eyes never left you, watching you move in the vaduville-performer dress. The way it clung to you had him hooked, guilt and desperation in his eyes. Haz watched, entranced by every move.

As the actress that played Roxy walks down the faux corridor, fake cells are being brought in. You position yourself behind one as a man walks out.

"And now, the six merry murderouses of Cook County jail, in their rendition of the Cell Block Tango." the man speaks.

"Pop." a girl sings over the quiet music.

"Six,"

"Squish,"

"Uh-uh"

"Cicero" you repeat.

As the music gets louder, you dance behind the faux bars. You sing backing vocals as the first girl, tells her story. Then comes the second girl. dancing around. After the actress who plays Hunyak tells her story, the music goes quiet as you approach.

"He had it coming," the ensemble of girls sing. You take center stage as the lights shine on you.

"My Sister Veronica and I had this double act," you start. "And my husband Charlie traveled round with us. Now, for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row. One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops. One right after the other." you speak. Your eyes briefly lock with Tom's as you continue with your monologue.

"So this one night before the show we are down at the Hotel Cicero, the three of us, boozin', havin' a few laughs. And we run out of ice, so I go out to get some. I come back, open the door and there's Veronica and Charlie, doing Number Seventeen. The spread eagle," you continue, sending a glare Tom's way as a drum goes off.. All goes quiet and the only light is the spotlight on you.

"Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing It wasn't until later. When I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead." you say. The music comes back on.

"They had it coming, they had it coming. They had it coming all along. I didn't do it, but if I'd done it, how could you tell me that I was wrong?" you sang as the girls danced around you. You pretended to push the two to the ground.

"The dirty, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum!" you all sing.

The show goes on and by the end of it, the crowd is giving you a standing ovation. They cheer and holler as you hold hands with cast mates and bow. After ten minutes, everyone is heading off to get changed.

After changing and heading out, you notice Haz perk his head up as he makes eye contact. He smiles at you, causing you to smile back. Deep down, you wanna murder Tom, but also deep down, you just want to kiss him. Haz pulls you in for a hug. You hug back, feeling a wave of comfort near him. When you pull away, you notice Tom is walking up to you with a bouquet of flowers. His eyes scream desperation and sorrow. So in a fit of boldness and anger, you pull him in by his collar, aggressively planting your lips on his. His lips move with yours for a few seconds before you pull away. You bit down on his bottom lip, pulling it as you pull away, letting go a few seconds later.

"Cheat on me again, and I swear to god, I'll go all Velma Kelly on you. You'll be the next Bernie or the next Ezekiel Young. Don't test me, darling." you tell him. With guilty wide eyes, he nods, gulping a little at the menacing words.

"Good. Let's go home." you say as you turn to Haz, inviting him to stay the night as well.

[writingbarnes]

Through the Screen [2]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Ridiculousness and nonsense! Songs that will get stuck in your head.

Word Count: 1K+

A/N: This is a non-chronological, crack fic NSA Agent AU series! (Announcement here in case you missed it.) Just a little disclaimer, like Victoria​ had mention before, this is just a ridiculous crack fic idea we had, which means that we don’t know much about NSA. A masterlist will be up soon and unfortunately, there will be no tag list for this series. I hope you like this fic and please let me know what you think! :D

Don’t forget to follow @pleasecallmecaptain​ for other chapters in this series :D

• 1 •

It was almost comforting to have a constant presence around you, albeit an unconventional one. You wondered if this was how having a guardian angel feels like. Or a very fancy Siri. Gone were the days where you woke up late and forgot to feed Cheese, or the nights you drank too much and ended up spending your precious weekly allowance on online shopping. Your 21st century guardian angel, as you liked to call him, though he was not as impressed as you were with the nicknames you have tried to come up for him.

“Good morning! How was your night, Buck-a-roo.” You opened your laptop, your bright face coming up to the camera lenses. You took a huge bite of your sandwich, using your free hand to type in your password. The black, square chat box that had made a home in the upper right corner of your screen was already filled with strings of messages from Bucky once you were logged in.

‘STOP PUTTING YOUR FACE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE LENSES.’

‘ASKJDHLAKSJ and it’s BUCKY.’

‘Don’t chew with your mouth open.’

‘How are you not hungover.’

‘I didn’t get to sleep because SOMEONE TRIED TO PURCHASE ANOTHER PAINTING OF A HAMSTER.’

‘What kind of nerd paints a hamster?’

You gasped, fingers quickly typing in words after words. The black chat box was quiet for a moment before you noticed a new incoming message.

‘Were you trying to google it?’

‘LMAO you nerd.’

“Don’t make me sing your NSA song, Bucky.” You threatened, lips quirking into an evil smirk as you stared at the lenses. You knew how much he hated the song, having to hear you sing it for days. You could still remember the impressive amount of profanities and messages that came barreling whenever you tried to sing it.

‘YOU WOULDN’T DARE.’ He typed in not a second later.

You scrambled over to the other side of the bed in record speed, the movement reminding Bucky of a Japanese horror movie he watched years ago. The familiar tune of YMCA started playing from your phone as you used your phone as a makeshift microphone. The song only reached its first ten seconds before it stopped. “I was going to sing it once… but now you’ll get an encore from me, Bucky.” You pretended to sigh in disappointment. You started humming the familiar tune, slowly grinning like a madman at the string of messages telling you to stop. It only spurred you on, your voice getting louder in excitement as you sang your own rendition of YMCA, changing them into NSA-man and adding your own lyrics that didn’t make any sense.

‘I want to quit my job.’

‘I hate you so much.’

“What is that, Buck-a-roo? You want another encore? Well, who am I to say no!”

.

Steve was a goddamn liar. It was a good job with a good pay, Bucky. You’ll enjoy it, Bucky. I’ll ask them to assign you to a nicer mission. Bucky had never seen someone lie with so much sincerity in their eyes. In hindsight, he was desperate for a job that didn’t involve serving food and treating rude customers like kings. His left prosthetic arm itched in irritation as he recalled a niggling memory of his last few days working as a waiter.

One rude customer decided it was okay to jeer at his metal prosthetic arm. Bucky was almost okay with it, as sad as it sounded. Bucky had grown accustomed to people judging his arm and making off-handed comments, as if he wasn’t there. And he would have ignored it if the man didn’t make fun of a kid with a prosthetic leg who was seated a few seats away from him. He might have punched the guy with his metal arm and asked him if he still thinks Bucky was a weak-ass man, as he so kindly put it earlier.

His manager fired him on the spot but Bucky really couldn’t care less. The little girl’s smile was worth it. Steve was so proud, he bought Bucky three boxes of pizza that night.

Bucky might have been a little drunk on pizza and beer that night when he said yes to Steve’s job offer.

“You look pale, Buck. Are you okay?” Steve asked, his voice interrupting Bucky’s inner monologue.

He just offered Steve his headset and watched the changes in his best friend’s face as Steve listened to your singing voice.

“She has been singing the same song since nine in the morning.” Bucky explained.

“You still talk to her?” Steve frowned in confusion, eyes catching the small black chat box on the corner of Bucky’s computer screen. He knew Fury was furious (no pun intended) at Bucky a few months ago when he was caught messaging you. Steve didn’t see what was the big deal. He knew a lot of his friends who was friends with their assigned missions, including him. You seemed trustworthy and understanding enough, Steve concluded, judging from Bucky’s exasperated sigh that had become a daily occurrence the past months.

“She’s pretty interesting, I guess.” Bucky shrugged, faint blush dusting his cheeks, so faint Steve almost missed it.

“Okay, Buck.” Steve’s voice was weirdly light and cheerful as he gave the headset back to Bucky.

.

‘Help me, Bucky. What is the answer to question number 1?’ You typed in, eyes darting back and forth between your laptop and your professor who was dozing off. You were seated at the back of the classroom, away from prying eyes. A few breaths later, Bucky’s answer popped up on the black screen.

‘LMAO’

‘I promise I will never sing that song again. Just help me out with question number 1 through 4. I can’t fail this class, Bucky.’ You typed in, adding crying emojis for dramatic effects.

‘That’s four out of five questions, [Y/N]. This is why I told you to study instead of singing the stupid song last night.’

…

[ Bucky is typing... ]

‘You better not sing that song again.’

Not long after, a complete answer along with extensive explanations for each questions appeared on your laptop screen.

‘Thank you! I love you. You’re like Jesus with internet.’ You quickly typed in, not forgetting the heart emojis, before skimming through the answers Bucky gave you.

.

Bucky definitely did not blush when he read her reply.