#guy who has met one black person before who happened to straighten their hair: idk why black ppl take so long at the hair dresser if

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saw an absolutely rancid take by a guy on twitter. bro started off by saying "I've only met like one or two jews before" and continues with "but I can never tell if someone's jewish because they just look like white people" and somehow this has nearly 200k likes

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Stark Legacy

part 01/?? "the only person"

master list

word count 4.3k

an: :3 welcome to a new fic bc idk how to control myself

WARNING: this part does depict alcohol usage, and mentions of other substances a character uses to cope (though nothing is explicitly mentioned).

“An unemployment and housing crisis skyrockets to higher levels as people still struggle to adjust and accommodate the population we had years ago. Streets are littered with people seeking hope-”

“According to world economists, the surge in loan denials is leading to an unprecedented end, leaving the experts scrambling for a way to get the economy back on track, also claiming that the Global Repatriation Council may be asking for too much-”

“Protests break out across Switzerland as support for the group known as the Flag Smashers rises, with the Global Repatriation Council denying any comment on the matter, as well as refusing to comment on the rumours that the newly titled Captain America is investigating the matter-”

“What can we expect from Stark Industries now that Tony Stark is no longer with us? Pepper Potts, while having led the company in a positive direction prior to the Blip, has had no new developments over the last six months. With these newfound challenges the world is facing we’re left to wonder.. Who is going to step up as the ingenious mind behind new innovation? Will the youngest Stark continue on in the steps of father and brother, or are we seeing the end of the Stark Legacy?”

Click.

Silence filled the blue colored cottage that was tucked away at the end of the street in Ransdorp. Though dim and lifeless inside the cottage, outside the sun shined while birds chirped away happily and the sound of children playing echoed through the air. But inside the cottage, all alone, someone stood and tossed a television remote back onto the couch that was once occupied. They shed the blanket that had been wrapped around their shoulders all night while listening to all the different news reports, and entering a small bedroom and dressed in the dark. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and after shuffling through the cottage to grab a few things, the back doors were pushed and locked open, and a breeze blew through the house.

You squinted as you put a sun hat on and oversized sunglasses, overlooking the green oasis you had worked on every day for the last six months. Pushing away the thoughts of what the news had been saying, you stepped down onto the wooden patio that lined the back door and carried a hefty packed bag with you to the garden you had planted. You set the bag down and kneeled into the soft grass, and got to work on picking on fresh vegetables to use for your dinner later. Lucky for you, the soil was perfect here.

So… How have the last six months been for you?

Well the garden was a distraction your neighbor had suggested after finally catching you one day while throwing out a bag full of alcohol bottles you had consumed. You could see her take a second glance over your disheveled appearance, but she ignored it for the most part (which thankfully she did, you were a little sick of people telling you how to feel at the time). Naturally, instead of working through your problems, you distracted yourself from them.

But in all honesty… It’s been hard. Maybe it was selfish of you to think so, but you felt like you had been dealt one of the shittiest hands from the universe. The pressure from the world after… After Tony’s death was suffocating. As more paparazzi followed you around, the worse that anxiety had gotten. With that newfound attention, you had also been summoned by the United States government to attest for your time as a HYDRA agent. Lucky for you, in some way, they dropped any serious charges due to your restraint under the program, but sentenced you to weekly therapy sessions (since SHIELD had denied to disclose your mental capabilities). To your knowledge, Bucky Barnes had been offered a similar deal. The therapy lasted all of a month before you… Negotiated your way out of it, and returned to this safe place.

You drowned yourself in drinks and other activities after leaving New York, which in turn made your black-out episodes reappear, which had become evident as the photographed wall in your second bedroom started to be crossed out fast. You couldn’t help but twitch at the thought, and steered clear of that subject. But as of five months ago, you were all but cut off from all things Avengers.

Everyone had gone their own separate ways for the most part. Wanda was off the radar, Sam had gone and gotten a contract with the Air Force, Clint got his family back, Rhodey was some top notch Air Force guy (you didn’t really know what he was up to nowadays), Thor was gone offworld, Scott was making up for lost time with his family, and Bucky… Well, you didn’t know much about that situation either. Sam had tried to reach out after everything, but in one of your drunken states you threw your phone in the Weersloot river. You didn’t need a reminder of that day, or those few weeks even.

You never played the message Happy had given you from Tony. You never had the courage to do so, and you had it tucked away in your room safe and sound. Honestly? You were starting to think you never would be ready to hear what Tony had to say to you before he died. You just couldn’t bear to hear it, never would… Because if he even mentioned someone’s name you didn’t know how you would react.

When you started to think about Steve, you picked up a drink to take your mind off it. You had yet to come to terms with him leaving, because it still hurt like the day it happened.

Losing Tony was the worst thing that could’ve happened in your eyes. He was your family, though Pepper and Morgan had become your family too, Tony was the last piece of your family you could hold onto. The last shred to the past you fought so hard to remember and cherish, and now him and that part of you was gone. He was your everything. He always would be.

But Steve? Losing Steve wasn’t something you had ever even considered. While Tony was your soul, Steve was your heart. Despite everything you two had been through, the feelings hurt and the years it took to make it back together, Steve always had your heart. He was the man you wanted to fall asleep with and wake up to. He was the man you talked about growing old with, what life would be like if he gave up the Captain America mantle, he was supposed to be your future...

And then he stayed in the past, and left you here confused. Hurt. Alone.

You lost the two people you had left in the world. Your heart and your soul. And it was the most devastating blow you had ever felt… Everyday you wondered how someone comes back from something like that, if it was even possible.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a hefty softball landed in a thud in your garden and smushed one of your little tomatoes. You blinked at the sight before grabbing the ball and looking up to see the familiar short boy next door pulling himself up on the fence that separated your yard from his, and you grabbed a rag from your bag and wiped the softball off.

“Je vernielt in zijn eentje mijn tuin, weet je,” (You’re single-handedly ruining my garden, you know) you said to the boy and looked up at him through your sunglasses.

“Vergeef mij,” (Forgive me) he said and rested his head on his hands to watch you finish wiping his ball off. “Mijn vader wilde niet met mij spelen” (My dad wouldn’t play with me).

You stopped wiping for a moment and could see the sad look in the kids face. You smiled softly and stood, making your way over to the fence and handing him his ball back, though his expression didn’t change.

“Vraag het me de volgende keer dat je wilt spelen, oké?” (Next time you want to play, come ask me, okay?) You told him, and the smile reappeared on his face and he gave you a nod. You ruffled his hair as he jumped back off the fence and played once again. You went back to your bag, now full with vegetables, and picked it up to head back inside. You had a sweet pasta recipe to try tonight, and you think what you selected should work great-

You stopped in your tracks right before the back door. You lowered your sunglasses and lowered your gaze to the ground as you tried to focus on the sound in the air, the shift in the environment. You may have been slightly hungover but the presence was not hard to miss. You straightened your stance and gripped your sunglasses in your fist.

“Sam?” You called out. At first there wasn’t any rustling, but after a few moments you heard your back gate unlock and creak open, and that’s when you could hear the extra set of footsteps. You slowly turned around to face who had finally tracked you down, and were met with Sam Wilson… And Bucky Barnes in tow.

“What are you doing here?” You more so asked Sam. The pair glanced at one another and Bucky nodded his head at his partner in crime (God, you could just tell they were up to something) and Sam shoved his hands into the jacket he had been wearing.

“We came to see you, check in on how you’re doing,” Sam said. You chuckled a bit, and shook your head.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” you called him out. “What are you really doing here?”

“We need your help,” Bucky said. You bit your tongue and looked them over, maybe just a little curious as to what was going on. Just a little. “We stumbled onto something that I think you may have some information on.”

You hummed to yourself for a moment, thinking it over. Truthfully, the last thing you needed was whatever this was. So you shook your head and shrugged your shoulders. “I’m afraid I can’t help, but thanks for thinking of me.”

You turned your back on them and stepped up a couple steps into your house, and was all but ready to close the door to the world and close yourself off from Sam and Bucky, but Bucky took a step forward.

“There’s more super soldiers out there,” Bucky said in a serious tone. You stopped in your tracks, gripping onto your door for a few moments before looking back out to the pair. Bucky was watching you intently, in a stare you had only seen on him once before (which you didn’t want to recount at the moment). There was movement near the fence, and your eyes darted there to see the neighbor boy peeping his head over to see what was going on. When his gaze met yours, and you gave him “the look” he disappeared just as quickly as he appeared, and you looked back at the pair standing in your yard and against all better judgement, motioned your head behind you. Understanding your cue, Sam led the way inside, and you shut the door quickly behind Bucky.

You moved around the burly super soldier and brushed past Sam to set your bag of veggies in your kitchen. You had to take a moment to compose yourself before facing the duo who had been watching you intently. “Okay.. Go on. What do you mean there’s more super soldiers?”

Sam grabbed something from his pocket, a phone it looked like, and pulled something up before handing you the device. You hesitantly took it and looked down at the phone, where a video began playing of the recent Gasel Bank heist. You watched as someone got beaten to the ground, but what was astonishing was the sheer strength the masked person showed. Captivated, you carried the device into the living room and plopped down into the cushions of your sofa and watched more footage, this time up close from what you could guess were Dumb and Dumber who moved to hover over you.

“We were hoping you might know something,” Sam said. You handed his phone back to him which he graciously accepted, and you tapped your fingers together in thought before looking over at Bucky.

“What makes you think I know anything?” You asked. Bucky seemed to huff in annoyance at your questioning him, in all honesty you just wanted to hear him say it.

“You and I both know what went into the replication of that serum, your program especially,” Bucky said. You felt a lump form at the back of your throat and you casted your eyes downward. “You were still there after me… Did they perfect Stark’s serum?”

You looked back up at his question, and you held his gaze for a moment. You couldn’t believe this was how your day was turning, and you were pissed that he of all people were bringing up your past, like you volunteered for any of that shit.  You lightly bounced your leg as you fought to remember what you had known.

“HYDRA had been unsuccessful in using my father’s formula of the serum again, even after you managed to escape their hold,” you started. You swallowed the lump in the back of your throat and leaned back into the couch, averting your gaze from Bucky to the floor as you searched your memory. “They brought in a scientist, but it wasn’t my op, and it was on a need to know basis. The only reason we knew they started the research again was they started taking people from the Phantom program to test the serum on.”

“Phantom program?” Sam asked.

“That’s what they called us,” you mumbled. “All of us were deemed dead so… It was only fitting.”

“Did the scientist perfect the serum?” Bucky asked. You shrugged your shoulders and met his look again.

“Didn’t think so,” you answered honestly. “So if there’s serum still out there, he has to be your guy. Though I can say I didn’t see any kind of sign of that activity when working with SHIELD.”

“But it’s a start,” Sam nodded and Bucky looked his way. The two started sharing odd glances, and you watched in confusion. Sam suddenly looked your way and motioned around. “Think you could spare some time and do this mission with us?”

“Sam-” Bucky began to say as a warning, but you chuckled a bit which made him stop.

“I don’t do this anymore,” you told them as you motioned between them.

“Come on (Y/N),” Sam tried to reason as you stood up and walked your way back into the kitchen and opened up a cabinet in search of tonight’s bottle of wine to go with dinner. “I get that you’re going through it, I really do, but-”

Just as you managed to select the perfect medium-bodied red wine, Sam had come up beside you and took the bottle out of your hand. “This isn’t going to help you.”

“Yeah Sam and what is?” You asked while crossing your arms. “Because right now the only thing that would help me out is to see my brother again but guess what! It’s not going to fucking happen! It’s just me, here, and all by myself. All by myself…”

Your words trailed off as a heaviness grew in your chest. The atmosphere in the room was a lot more stuffy, and you would rather curl up and disappear then let Sam (and Bucky) see you cry. But here you fucking were, with Sam seeing the tears build up in your eyes and the look he gave you, you wanted to be mad but the only thing that you could seem to feel was just sad. You blinked back the feeling and took a glance back at Bucky, who stood in your living room and averted his gaze. You looked back at Sam, and put on the best front you could.

“You’re welcome to stay for the night, someone can take the bed in my room and someone can take the couch, but tomorrow? We go our separate ways again,” you said in a low tone. Sam’s look at you was… Disappointment. Before the sentiment could settle on your already guilty conscience you turned around and grabbed your keys and a peacoat and stopped at the front door. “Help yourselves to whatever you need.”

With that, you pulled the door open and just as swiftly shut behind you. The cottage walls shook for a moment before settling to a silence inside. Sam looked down at the bottle in his hand and set it back onto the counter before looking Bucky’s way, who still looked annoyed.

“What?” Bucky defensively asked when he noticed Sam’s stare. Sam shook his head at him and pushed the wine bottle to the back of the counter.

“You pushed that too hard,” Sam said, to which Bucky scoffed.

“Me? You’re the one who asked her to join us which, by the way, where did that come from?” Bucky questioned as Sam came back to the living room and sat down on the couch. Sam leaned forward with his arms on his legs and rubbed his hands together.

“Take a look around Robo-cop,” Sam emphasized and Bucky let out an annoyed sigh. “You’re seeing what I’m seeing, right?”

Bucky looked around at your surroundings. He wouldn’t peg it as chaotic, but he also couldn’t pin it as put together. There were personal touches here and there, but it didn’t feel like you belonged here. Bucky wasn’t blind to what was going on here, but he also didn’t see how that pertained to what Sam was suggesting.

“Sam, we came for some information, we got it, so why don’t you tell me what you’re trying to say,” Bucky replied. Sam rolled his eyes and leaned back into the cushions.

“We let her come here, by herself, even knowing how devastated she was after Tony died,” Sam explained. Bucky’s eyes darted to the floor at the memory of him following you out to that shed the day of Tony’s funeral, and the empty expression your eyes held. “Hell, we don’t even know how she felt about Steve. We should’ve been here for this. And that makes us shitty friends.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t say we’re friends-”

“Oh I’m sorry, who's the one that said she owed you a favor?” Sam asked and Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“I did, but that doesn’t mean-”

“Nah ah,” Sam cut him off and Bucky rolled his eyes. “If you two owe one another favors, then your friends.”

“That’s sound logic, Sam,” Bucky sarcastically said.

You tossed your glass bottle of whatever the hell it was you drank earlier into a trash can on your way back home. You pulled your keys out of your jacket pocket and jingled them around until you found your house key and hipped quietly. Your cottage was just in view and all the lights were out. You grumbled to yourself as you neared, forced to remember what had happened earlier in the day (and boy did you work hard to forget that Sam and bucky were at your lace haha). You stumbled up the two steps to your door and used the wall to steady yourself, before quietly shoving your key into the door and pushed the door open.

It took a second to adjust to the environment, but the whole cottage was pitch black, besides whatever light from the moon managed to filter in. You carefully walked around the couch and glanced down at who occupied it, and when you saw Sam peacefully asleep you then looked at the door to your room and shuddered at the fact Bucky must’ve taken residence in there. You huffed a bit, and pulled a spare blanket out of a basket and moved to the back door. When you finally got outside and shut the door to not disturb your guest you tossed your blanket onto the patio sofa you had and kicked your shoes off.

After shedding yourself of your peacoat and plopping down on the hard cushions, you inwardly cursed the two men inside. You were doing just fine before their arrival, you had a schedule of self loathing and drinking then sleeping that they were interrupting. You just weren’t looking forward to the repercussions of tonight’s sleep. You laid back across the sofa and looked up at the sky, though nothing was there anymore. Or at least there wasn’t anything you could see.

Let’s be honest here. The reason you had turned to drinking was because of the fuzzy feeling you got after awhile. Your mind got to drift to something else besides the memories of your past, like… what to drink next, or in this case, is that a star or an airplane? It made the moment more simple, it made you forget who you were until you woke up again. That didn’t mean you didn’t resent yourself for your actions, but you just added that to the list of reasons why your endgame was the best resolution. You just weren’t ready to tell anyone what that endgame was.

Your gate creaked and you tilted your head to look in that direction. You could barely make out the figure as they neared, Bucky’s face became more clear. You looked back up to the sky and shook your head a bit to yourself. Bucky came to a stop close to you, and sighed a bit.

“You should go inside,” He said quietly.

“You should just leave me alone,” you quipped back to him. Though you couldn’t see it, Bucky rolled his eyes at your drunken response. You suddenly felt a lot more sober, and you turned your head to face him. “You had no right, you know.”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky asked and you huffed.

“You had no right to bring up the Phantom program. I didn’t tell anyone about that, not even Tony,” you admitted to him. Bucky bit his tongue and looked up at the sky for a moment to collect himself. “I didn’t want anyone to go digging into the extent of that.”

“I didn’t know,” Bucky admitted. You blinked at him as he caught your gaze again. “Look… I’m sorry.”

You fell silent before letting out a small sigh and adjusting yourself to be a little more comfortable, your head finally starting to feel dizzy again. But Bucky wasn’t ready to settle this, he shifted his weight and turned to face you.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Bucky asked. Your eyes fluttered back open and you looked over at him. He had taken a step closer, and hovered over you, and you raised a brow.

“What are you talking about?” You asked him this time.

“The drinking,” Bucky pointed out. You huffed and turned your head in the opposite direction into the cushions, and Bucky rolled his eyes. “It’s not going to help you know.”

“Yeah and how would you know?” You asked and looked back at him. Bucky leaned down to get in your face, and you tried to move back from him.

“Because I’m probably the only person who really knows what’s going on in your head.”

You bit your tongue, and Bucky backed off. In a bit of a daze, you plopped back down onto the cushions and pulled the blanket you brought out up to your chin. Bucky rolled his eyes at you shutting him down, and he moved to the door to go inside. The sooner the morning came and Sam and he could leave, the better for him.

“I never blamed you, you know,” you said in a light voice. Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked over at you. Your eyes were closed, and you were breathing evenly. Bucky retracted his hand from the door knob and took a couple steps closer. He needed to hear that again.

“What did you say?” He asked. You stirred a bit, but didn’t answer him. Carefully, Bucky used his gloved hand to touch your shoulder, and give you a small shake. When you still didn’t say anything, Bucky sighed and looked between the door and you and cursed in his head.

Bucky carefully slid an arm under your shoulders, and then hooked his other under your legs. He hoisted you up into his arms and into his chest, and your head rolled into his arm. Bucky shook his head at it and carefully brought you back inside, and past the couch, and pushed your room door open with his foot. Bucky sat himself on the edge of your bed and balanced you in his lap with one arm, and pulled your blankets open with a free hand. When he finally got you into your own bed, he took the blanket you had outside from you and tossed it onto his shoulder, and pulled the blankets on the bed onto you. Bucky stood from your bed, and before leaving the room he took a final glance at you as you stirred just slightly.

Bucky closed your door, and walked back towards the couch and settled himself onto the floor. As his back met the floor, he couldn’t help but wonder if you meant what you said, about not blaming him for what happened. One thing he did know was he meant what he said. Bucky stared at the door to the second room in the house, and he shook his head.

If there was one person he truly wanted to make amends with, it was you. After all, you were on his list of names.

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He’s Home - William Nylander

Request:  Nope A/N: I finally wrote something??? Wow??? Is this a sign?? Probably not, idk. But yes here you goooooo! Warnings: swearing, nothing much more.

It’s kinda funny, but Willy’s phone buzzes with a notification from Twitter.

TSN Hockey @TSNHockey

BREAKING: The #MapleLeafs have signed F William Nylander to a six-year, $41.4M contract and he will play this season. #NHL #NylanderWatch #TSNHockey  Willy laughs, shaking his head, as the texts start to pour in.

A Matts 14:02 Fina fucking lly Mitchy 14:02 YESSSSS BOI Kappy 14:03 why do u have to b such a dramatic bitch Willy takes his time replying to the messages. He’s waiting for one in particular, but as the minutes go by and he doesn’t see your name in his notifications, his frown deepens.

It’s fine, she’s probably busy right now, he tells himself.

“Going home” is the caption Willy finally settles on. It’s short and sweet and to the point, he thinks, as he uploads the black and white image of his leafs gear bag to Instagram.

Again, there’s a swarm of comments and likes and DMs.

(There’s many DMs from girls)

But nothing from you.

Willy bites his lip, and huffs.

“Will! We gotta go, the car’s here!” His youngest sister yells from outside the house, and he snaps out of his head space.

“You're way too excited to get rid of me, huh?” He runs his hand through her hair, and picks up his bag.

“I will miss you but I miss watching you score, Willy.” She says, her face scrunched up, and he laughs.

“I’ll get right on that, then.”

“The prodigal son returns!” Kappy declares, and it reverbs in the mostly empty Pearson Airport parking lot. Willy laughs and slaps his hand against Kappy’s, pulling him into a hug. 

“Missed ya buddy,”

“Missed you too. C’mon, let’s get going.” Kappy says, and soon they’re pulling out of the parking lot.

Kappy’s chattering keeps Willy’s mind off of you, but not for long. The car they’re in passes a very familiar neighbourhood and it jolts Willy.

“So Freddie is like, ready to suplex the entire D core into the ice -- ”

“Stop! Stop stop -- stop the car! Pull over there!” Willy yells, and Kappy, bless his heart, does exactly what he asks for although extremely bewildered. Willy all but jumps out of the car and dashes into the apartment complex.

“Dude what the fuck?” Kappy asks, catching up to him as the lift doors close. Willy jabs the button for the 3rd floor. “Can’t explain now,” he says, tapping his foot against the floor of the elevator as Kappy eyes him weirdly.

The doors open, and muscle memory basically drags Willy to the white door with a lopsided gold number 6. He raps on the door, and then thinking twice, covers the peephole with his hand. 

Just in case.

“Are we robbing someone?” Kappy whispers, and Willy has to do a double-take. “What the f -- yeah, we’re robbing someone, that’s why I fucking knocked --”

The door swings open and the two boys straighten up.

Willy’s thankful he covered the peephole, because the moment you make eye contact with him, the smile on your face drops and you slam the door in his face.

Well. Not exactly the reception he’s been waiting for.

He knocks again.

“Go away!” Your voice comes through, and Willy shakes his head.

“Kappy really has to pee!” he yells back, and said man turns to look at him, eyebrows raised and mouthing several swear words.

The door opens slightly, just enough distance for your face. You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah dude, Kappy really has to pee and you know how far my house is -- we’re not gonna make it and you know we can’t just go into a mall without getting mobbed. Please?” You turn to Kappy, who slowly nods. “Yes, please let me in before I...pee myself.” He says to you, face devoid of any and all emotion.

You sigh, covering your face with your hand, and open your door fully. Kappy utters a quick thank you and enters, and you point him in the direction of your bathroom. Willy steps in, shutting the door behind him.

There’s an awkward silence that fills the room once Kappy leaves. You turn, about to retreat into the kitchen when Willy speaks up.

“So, I’m back! In case you didn’t notice, haha.” You level him with a stare and he stops smiling. Rolling your eyes, you turn away to go back to your work.

“Babe come on, say something?” Willy says, and you face him, arms crossed.

“Say what, Willy? You made your feelings very, very fucking clear when you told me I was ‘not that important right now’ a week ago, remember?” You shoot back, venom in your voice, and he winces.

“Okay in my defense I was worried about the whole signing thing, okay? And I just had a lot on my plate --” Willy starts, running his hand through his hair when you cut in.

“I don’t care. I think it’s because you’re not that important to me right now.” You reply, and his eyes widen. It’s a second before he gets the reference, before he sees your point, but in that moment hearing you say he wasn’t important crushed him. And he gets it.

He reaches forward and touches your arms. You move to turn away, but he just steps towards you and holds you.

“Hey,” He starts, his voice quiet. “Hey, just look at me, yeah babe?”

His soft voice, him calling you babe, him being here after months and months of not seeing him -- its all too much. Fuck, you missed him so fucking much and to think, if this was happening just a week ago, you’d both be all over each other and over the moon. Except you’d called him and he’d been so curt. And when you started needling he’d just snapped. Fuck. Your eyes start tearing and you start crying, shoulders shaking.

“Babe, babe, babe, fuck c’mere,” Willy soothes, pulling you into him and you go, all the fight in you gone. He tucks your head under his chin and holds you tight. “I’m so fucking sorry, okay? I’m so fucking sorry I spoke to you like that. I just -- there was so much going on and I was just so fucking scared and nervous and done and you asked me when I was coming back and -- I don’t know, I just lost it. I’m so sorry you had to hear that. I’m so sorry I spoke to you like that. I love you, okay? I really do. And you’re always, always gonna be important to me, I swear.” Willy presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you nod.

You pull away from him, and he wipes your tears off your face. You finally take a good look at him - his hair’s longer than you remember, his face is scruffy, but his eyes still have that look in them that you know is just for you.

“I missed you, you fucking asshole,” You say, smiling, and he laughs.

“I missed you too, babe.” He says, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. Impatient, you tip toe and lean in, pressing your lips to his. Holding your face, Willy presses into you, deepening the kiss, and you throw your arms around him. You’d missed this so much, you’d missed him, and nothing was going to take him away from you for a long while and that thought --

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

You jolt away from Willy, who still chases your lips until you shove him away. He groans.

“I’m done fake-peeing! You’re welcome, by the way,” Kappy shoots at Willy, and then turns to you. “Hi, you look like a really sweet and wonderful girl. Can you tell me what the fuck! Is going on!” He half-yells, and you open your mouth ready to...you’re not even sure what, but Willy steps in.

“Kappy...this is Y/N. She’s my girlfriend.”

“You...have a girlfriend...and why have I literally never heard of any of this?” Kappy asks, eyes wide, and Willy looks at you. You shrug, smiling.

“Because it’s new -- ”

“How new?”

“We met 2 months before I left for Sweden, dude.”

“Holy shit, that’s new.”

“Yeah,” Willy says in a ‘duh’ tone that gets a chuckle out of you, before continuing. “That’s why I didn’t say anything about her to anyone. Not even my parents, or Alex -- ”

“Uh -- ” You cut in, and the boys turn to you. “Alex -- your brother -- he, uh, he knows.”

Willy blinks. “What? No he doesn’t, I didn’t tell him anything -- ”

You cover your face with your hands. “I called you once late at night and he picked up cause you were out. And uh -- well. He knew I was...not just a friend.”

Both the boys look confused and you sigh. Fuck. “I may or may not have said some really inappropriate things the moment he picked up, okay?”

Kappy bursts out laughing, and Willy’s eyes are wide. “I was horrified and I told him not to tell you. Can we just -- can we move on?” You say, praying for a sinkhole to open up below you to swallow you up so you wouldn’t have to deal with both of the guys laughing at you. “Yeah -- wait,” Kappy starts, pausing to laugh a little more, before continuing. “I’m happy for you, both of you. But holy shit, William, if you ever make me wait in a random person’s fucking bathroom “fake-peeing” while you make out with your girlfriend again, I’m going to undo your contract and send you back to Sweden myself.”

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When Damien Met His Perfect Match: Part One (Damien x MC)

Ever wondered how Damien met his perfect match? Come as we go back four years to the case that brought Damien to the person that made him laugh, kept him from drinking alone and invited him to places. The person who would become the constant good thing in his life. The person that would always be there for him. His perfect match.

(a/n: IDK how good this is. I tried to keep it as close to what is mentioned in the story but I might have missed a few details and changed it. So may not be consistent. But hope you enjoy it. This a mini-series sort of thing so there will be more. Oh and this is a bit long. Got carried away) 

PART TWO HERE

When Damien Met His Perfect Match: Part One (Damien x Emmy) 

“Nadia!” Emmy shouted urgently as she practically stormed up the final set of stairs and to the open door of her cousin Nadia’s apartment.

“Emmy!” Nadia exclaimed sobbed.

Emmy walked straight threw to the living room, walking past the police officer that was standing by the doorway and the other that was standing awkwardly by Nadia. Not even giving them a sideways glance, all she could focus on was Nadia, who was sobbing profusely on her couch, her legs tucked up so she could press them close to her chest, her face buried into her knees. Emmy could feel her heart clench, she hated seeing Nadia like this. She didn’t deserve this.

“Hey hey,” Emmy greeted immediately sitting down besides her and pulling her into a hug.

Nadia gripped onto Emmy tightly, continuing to cry into her shoulder. Emmy hadn’t noticed how violently she was shaking until then.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now,” Emmy comforted, stroking her hair, only glancing up briefly at the officers that were watching them, “Oh Nadia…”

“Em..emm…mmmm…myyy,” Nadia cried uncontrollably, her voice breaking.

Emmy pulled away slightly so she was facing her. She held onto the sides of her arms. Nadia’s brown eyes were glossy with tears, few which escaped and rolled down her cheeks. She continued to shake, her breathing was heavy and erratic.

“What happened?” Emmy asked, pulling her gaze from Nadia to the two silent policemen watching.

“The next-door neighbour heard screaming and called us. We found Miss Park on couch, visibly upset. It doesn’t look like a break-in and nothing was taken…again.” The police officer closet by them stepped in after a few seconds of silence.

“What did he do this time?” Emmy demanded in a stern whisper her eyes going to the second police officer by the door, the one who she knew.

Officer Davidson stepped forward taking a deep breath. Emmy knew his name and him all too well, how could she not. This was the third time he’d been here after a break-in. She couldn’t even count the number of other encounters they’d had. He was one the first responders at the first break in and he personally taken over the case. Unofficially of course as there was never enough evidence to turn it over to the local Special Victims unit. His face was riddled with genuine worry as he watched over Nadia who had once again began sobbing into Emmy’s shoulder. Clinging onto her as if she was a toddler.

“He moved stuff around. Damaged some property,” He answered, his eyes not meeting Emmy’s and remained firmly at his shoes.

“Did he leave a note?” Emmy questioned.

“No, not this time. I figure that he thought that was message enough,” He elaborated gesturing to other side of the room.

Emmy followed his hand and looked over at the other side of Nadia’s apartment. Nadia had been working on three paintings recently for an up coming gala. They had once been sitting proudly on three easels, unfinished but still masterpieces. Know they laid strewn on the floor, punctured with black paint thrown on top haphazardly.

Emmy breathed sharply and gave her cousin a squeeze.

“I would like to point out that we don’t know who…” The first officer began. “That’s bullshit and we both know it,” Emmy interrupted, standing up and walking over to both of them, “This is the third time you’ve been here in a month for a ‘break-in’ with nothing being stolen. I don’t know how many times we’ve called you about him following or standing across the street watching her. How can you stand there and say we don’t know who it is. We all know exactly who it is but you don’t want to do anything about it!”

“Miss Park please understand that we can’t do anything without evidence,” Officer Davidson attempted to explain for the umpteenth time, “There are no classic signs of a break-in. There is no forensic evidence. Every time we get calls he’s always gone before he arrives. The phone calls all get traced back to burner phones. There is no evidence to suggest Luke Taylor is behind this besides yours and Nadia’s witness statements,”

“Is that what you're going when she ends up dead?” Emmy hissed, her voice low so Nadia couldn’t hear.

“It won’t…” Officer Davidson reassured quickly.

“That you couldn’t do anything because there was no evidence? We all know it’s Taylor. Who else can it be?”

“It won’t get that far,” The second officer added.

“How do you know? He keeps evolving each time because he knows that you aren’t going to do anything,” Emmy countered.

“He had an alibi,” He offered, dismissively.

“How can he have an alibi? Neither of us know exactly when the break-in occurred. Was it as soon as she left for work at 8:00am this morning or was it an hour ago just before came back at 10:00pm. Please enlighten me officers,” Emmy argued expertly, folding her arms across her chest as she narrowed her eyes at them.

“You need to understand our position,” He began yet again.

“I already do. Weak,” Emmy interrupted, unable to control her frustration at this point.

“It will be his word against hers. He could claim she’s doing this for attention,” Davidson elaborated.

“Does that look like she trying to get attention?” Emmy interjected sharply, gesturing to Nadia behind her who had shifted to the foetal position, she was quiet, heartbreakingly so, “Is it also for attention when she calls me in the middle night because she’s too scared to sleep? Is she also seeing a therapist for attention? Answer me!”

“I’m sorry but…” The officer tried.

“We’re done here,” Emmy stated, cutting him off…yet again.

“Miss Park…” He started.

“You just told me that there isn’t anything you can do. So I don’t see why you’re still here,” Emmy dismissed, gesturing towards the door.

“Miss Park we are trying…”

“I bet you are and so are we,” Emmy stated, her voice intimidatingly calm that it made the officers uncomfortable.

“What do you mean?” He inquired.

“You said you need evidence then we’re going to get evidence,” Emmy persisted, her eyes alight with determination.

“How are…” Davidson interrogated as Emmy had started moving them both back towards the door.

“Let me show you both out,” She said, ignoring him, “Have a good night,”

“Take care Miss Park, both of you,” The second officer said, walking out the door and down the stairwell, assuming that his partner would follow.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Emmy,” Davidson whispered in a concerned but friendly toned as they both lingered in the doorway, “I know you want to protect Nadia but it isn’t worth putting yourself in danger,”

“We have differing opinions on what is worthwhile,” Emmy sighed, as she glanced back at Nadia.

“I’m being serious Emmy,” Davidson warned, “Call me if you…either of you need anything,”

“I will,” Emmy nodded.

“I really am sorry that I can’t do more,” He apologized.

“I know I was being hard on you guys. I know I can’t expect you to watch her or him twenty-four seven. But I just feel so…” Emmy reasoned.

“I feel exactly the same way. We will stop him,” He tried to comfort.

“But what has to happen before we do?” Emmy commented nervously before shutting the door.

Emmy took a moment before turning around to face Nadia. She was scared, hell she was terrified. She didn’t know what Luke Taylor was capable of. All she did know was that right now they only thing in between him and Nadia was her. So she knew she couldn’t be scared at least not openly. She had to keep Nadia safe because he only way he was going to get to her was over her dead body.

“I’m going to pack you a bag,” Emmy stated in the strongest tone she could muster as she turned round and walked back over to Nadia.

“Why?” Nadia sniffled, the initial shock of the feeling of someone invading the only place you should feel safe still present but somewhat subsiding.

“You’re staying with me from now on until all this over,” Emmy insisted, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze.

“No, Emmy I can’t. He’ll just come there. He’ll follow me and then it will hurt you too,” Nadia stuttered, the simple suggestion setting her off again.

Luke Taylor had left her broken and half the woman she was before.

“I don’t care. From now on if he wants to get to you he has to go through me first,” Emmy proclaimed in an attempt to comfort Nadia but her heart was heavy at the sight of this person who merely resembled the Nadia she knew,

“You can’t do that,” Nadia insisted.

“Yes, I can and I am,” Emmy nodded, straightening up.

“Emmy…” Nadia began.

“Nadia, I’m not going to let anything else happen to you.”  

There were no more protests after that. Emmy packed a bag and Nadia grabbed her essentials. They were out of that apartment in fifteen minutes and back at Emmy’s in another. Nadia slowly started acting like herself again once there as she got ready for bed at Emmy’s insistence. She was quickly settled and sleeping in Emmy’s room. Emmy, on the other hand, didn’t dare sleep. Instead, she sat beside her, staying up all night, making sure that she was there just in case she needed her.

The next morning Emmy went to work absolutely exhausted. In fact, she was mid-yawn as she stepped off the elevator where she was immediately met with her assistant, Landon.

“You look awful,” He commented as they began walking down the hall towards her office.

“Tell me about it. I was up all night,” Emmy sighed, her hands flying to hair in attempt to make the quick ponytail she had thrown her hair into somewhat presentable.

“Oh really,” He smirked, his eyebrows quirking up.

“With Nadia,” Emmy clarified, taking a sip of the coffee he had handed her, “It happened again last night,”

“Did you call the police?” He inquired, walking through the door Emmy held open for him as they continued to walk.

“Yeah and once again nothing could prove it was him so they couldn’t do anything,” Emmy sighed, dejected.

“Is she is okay?” Landon asked.

“She’s resting at my place. I asked my doorman to keep an eye out,” Emmy added, opening the door to her office.

“So what are you going to do?” Landon asked as they both stopped in the doorframe

“I don’t know but until I do might as well distract myself with work,” Emmy “Speaking of which,”

“You have a partners meeting at 10:00, then back to back client meeting until five with one of them being with the CEO of O'Brien Limited about the merger with Fortworth. Oh and the Carter contract is due tonight so I left 1 till 2 empty so you can finish it up,” Landon recalled, glancing down at his phone.

“That contract hit your mailbox two hours ago,” Emmy grinned, leaning against the doorframe and for the time that morning, grinning.

He tilted his head at her in confusion as he rested on the wall beside her.

“I couldn’t sleep so I worked,” Emmy shrugged, taking a sip.

“This is why…” Landon begin.

Emmy didn’t hear the rest of what Landon said. As he spoke Emmy had cast her eyes over the busting office. It was early but an international law firm was always working as if was the middle of the day. Time differences. Though the thing that actually distracted her was the man that left one of her colleagues offices.

Emmy was analytical by nature and detail-oriented to a fault. It was necessary for this job and she wouldn’t have gotten to the position she was, youngest ever partner at the firm if she wasn’t amazing at it. She was also good at reading people, but this man was different.

She was sure he wasn’t a client or a lawyer. She got that just by how he was dressed. Sure, he had a white shirt and tie but no suit jacket. Instead, he wore a brown leather jacket in its place. Every other man here wore suits or some sort of variation as did the clients bar the few eccentric ones, though his outfit was too tame for them. He was tall and dark and yes handsome, she thought to herself. He had stubble as well also a rarity around here. She was far enough that she couldn’t make out the details but she liked what she saw from the clear glances she got of him. She also noted how carried himself differently to her colleague and almost everyone else around here. She was intrigued, to say the least.

He was indeed different.

But she couldn’t figure out why. She pondered the thought before scolding herself for watching too many episodes of criminal minds and thinking that she could analyze everyone just by looking at them. But the thought still lingered, she wanted, she needed to know more about the man who by all means blended in but yet stood out to her. Shaking the thought quickly she brought herself back just in time to catch the end of what Landon was saying.

“Hmm,” She let out, taking the last sip of coffee as her eyes followed the man and her college, James, to the elevator.

She watched as James, her colleague, shook his hand and walked into the elevator. She watched as he turned around inside said elevator and pressed the button. And as he looked up the panel their eyes met briefly. Emmy became flustered instantaneously over being caught, averting her eyes in an attempt to recover. But she wasn’t quick enough. He had noticed. She knew he had. As she caught the small smirk that formed on his lips just as the elevator doors shut.

“Why are you blushing?” Landon suddenly asked.

“I’m not,” Emmy insisted quickly, lifting her empty mug to take a sip, only remembering said fact when it reached her lips.

“Would you like more coffee?” Landon inquired, amused.

“Yes,” Emmy stated before turning around and shutting her office door.

A few hours later after meeting Emmy found she had a moment to herself. Only for a moment though as soon as she let herself recline instead of punch over her pile of seeming endless contracts, a head popped around her door.

“Hey Emmy,” James greeted cheerily, strolling into her office and taking a seat opposite her.

“Please come in James. I’m not busy at all.” Emmy commented sarcastically, not looking up as she looked over her current contract.

“You’ve always got time for me,” James winked suggestively, leaning closer across the desk.

“James,” Emmy warned sternly but in a playful manner, not looking at him.

Emmy was fully aware of James interest in her. In fact, she spent almost half their interactions together deflecting his propositions. It was light-hearted enough and fun in nature that she didn’t always mind the banter. Though she could tell that he was gearing up to ask her out on an actual date which she wasn’t interested in at all. So while it was still somewhat playful she didn’t mind a little teasing, though she never pretended to be interested.

“Emmy,” He breathed.

“You’re going to tone it down by at least five,” Emmy chuckled, glancing at her computer screen before jotting something down.

“You never let me have any fun,” He huffed.

“Have fun on your own time,” Emmy suggested.

“Well, now that you mention your own time,” He attempted to Segway, rather awkwardly in Emmy’s opinion.

“Was there something you needed?”

“Mcdougall contract,” He sighed, giving up for the day, much to Emmy’s relief.

They chatted for a few minutes before he got up to leave though he made sure that he was doing so reluctantly. As he did, her mind slipped back to the man from this morning as it had been all day.

“Hey, who was that you were with this morning?” Emmy asked suddenly causing James to turn back around as he was already leaving her office.

“This morning. This morning,” He hummed as he cast his mind back.

“The guy in a brown jacket,” She offered tactfully.

“Oh, some PI I hired,” He shrugged.

“One of our investigators?” Emmy questioned.

“Oh no, a local one,” He clarified, “My client wanted an outsider so it couldn’t be traced back to the firm and then back to him,”

“And why’s that?” She teased.

“That would be a breach of attorney-client privilege,” He joked, “Though between you and me. Let’s just say his business partner is not going to be having a good morning,”

“Is he any good?” She asked, telling herself she was just making conversation and not just curious for any other reason.

“Better than any of our guys,” James chuckled dryly, “Why do you ask? In the market for a PI?”

Emmy paused. That was it. That was how she could get evidence. “Yes,”

“Why’s that?” James inquired, an eyebrow quirking up in curiosity.

“It’s personal,” Emmy said quickly, almost too quickly.

“Oh okay, well whatever it is. Damien is your man, a couple of other clients recommended him after he dealt with some other more discreet matters for them,” James nodded, pulling back at her words.

“Damien huh?” Emmy commented, leaning back. He did look like a Damien she thought to herself, whatever that meant.

“Yeah, Damien Naz something…hold on I think I still have his card that you could have,” James continued before stopping, searching his pockets and producing a small business card, “Damien Nazario,”

“Thanks,” Emmy said, extending her hand so he could give to her.

“I’ll give it to you on one condition,” James suggested, resting his palm on her desk and leaning over. “If he does a good job you have to go out with me,”

“Do I now?” Emmy smirked.

“Well, if you want the card,” He sighed teasingly.

“Ignoring the fact google exists,” Emmy countered, “You must have a lot of faith in this guy to bet your chances on him,”

“If you knew half the stuff he’s supposedly dealt with. You would too. I’m sure he can help you too,” James explained.

“All right then,” Emmy agreed, taking the card.

“I’m going to get our reservations booked,” He winked before heading out.

Emmy rolled her eyes before focusing back on the card. She went to type the number into her phone but hesitated and called another one instead.

“Officer Quinn Davidson,” The voice responded as soon as the phone was answered.

“Hey, it’s Emmy,” Emmy responded quickly, “I was wondering if you could do my favor,”

Emmy quickly relayed what happened and her idea. Much to her relief he also thought it was a good idea.

“Who did he suggest?” Davidson asked.

“Damien Nazario,” Emmy relayed.

“Nazario huh? Haven’t heard that name around here in a while,” He commented somewhat fondly.

“You know him?” Emmy asked surprised.

“He used to be a Detective here before moving onto Interpol,” Davidson informed. “He works at Interpol?” Emmy questioned.

“No, not anymore. I didn’t realize he had become a PI,”

“Does that mean he’s a good one?” Emmy joked, “So good that you guys didn’t even notice,”

“Well, if he’s half the PI that he was the detective I knew then he’s the perfect man for the job,” Davidson reassured, “But I’ll send you his file anyway, just so you have some extra information,”

“Thank you,”

“No problem, take care,” He returned before ending the call.

Around ten minutes later, Mr. Nazario file landed in her inbox. She quickly reviewed it before getting Landon to call the number and set up a meeting for that night as she was about to be pulled into one of her own.

That night Emmy was standing at the doorway of the pub. The Archer and Hopps she scrutinized. From what she could tell it looked nice enough from the outside, though it wasn’t like the bars that Nadia loved to drag her too. Inside surprised her, however. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the room was lined with leather booths. Definitely different from the modern electric bars close to Nadia’s heart. It was much more…broody. She walked in, her eyes scanning for anyone that resembled the man from that morning. Finally, her eyes settled at the bar where a lone man in a brown jacket sat nursing a beer, talking with the Bartender. Who noticed Emmy as she approached and excused himself as she reached him.

“Damien Nazario?” Emmy asked, gently tapping the shoulder of the man wearing the brown jacket before taking a step back.

“Sure is, whose asking?” The man responded, turning around in his seat at the touch as he pulled a drink from his lips.

As soon as he did their eyes met and locked.

“Emmy Park,” Emmy said stretching out her arm for a handshake, her eyes unwavering from his, “I need your help,”

[loveisfakeasfuck]

Bored...get to know me I guess

Are you “with” the very last person you kissed? negative

Ever dated/kissed a someone with the name Casey, Tyler, Ryan, Jordan, Colton, Rebecca, Samantha, Lauren, Taylor, or Ashley? Jordan, Taylor...I think that’s it?

Was your last kiss, standing up, sitting down, or lying down? Sitting in a car

Are you happy with the choices you’ve made? I mean not all of them but I don’t regret anything

Are you excited for anything? I should be but I’m not in a stellar mood right now tbh

Do you hate the last person you kissed? I barely know him lol

You’re stuck in an elevator with one of your worst enemies, what do you do? haha idk

Will this weekend be a good one? It should be!

Are you mad at someone right now? I’m mad at a situation I guess, not a person

Do you like to listen to the radio in the car? No I do spotify

Do you sleep with a fan on? no

How is your hair right now? It needs to be washed tbh

Have you ever broken up with someone for someone else?

No

How many windows are open on your computer? two

How tall are you? five zerooo

Is something bothering you? Yes

Have you ever taken a shower with anyone before? Yes

Have you ever laughed at something that wasn’t meant to be funny? Yes

Have you ever told someone of the opposite sex “Fuck you”? Yes

Do you like to cuddle? Depends. If I don’t feel connected to you or attracted to you no but if we have chemistry then yes

Have you done anything sneaky lately? Not really haha

Is your hair clean? We already went over this haha hell nah

Last night, did you go to sleep smiling? No. I was hungover af lol

Were you happy when you woke up today? No, I had a sore throat

What are you drinking right now? Hot water with apple cider vinegar and honey

Do you wear your seatbelt in the car? Yes

Does someone have feelings for you? Maybe idk

Have you ever been cheated on? Yes

How are you feeling right now? Kind of depressed honestly

What are you sick of? things not going my way

Are you missing anyone/something? my brother, my grandma, being in a relationship

Relationship to the last person you called? mom

Could you date someone shorter than you? that would be a feat to find a guy shorter than 5 foot haha

Is there anybody you just wish would fall of the planet? fuckboys

Do you wear glasses? yeah

Where did you sleep last night? my bed

Do you straighten your hair? sometimes

What color shirt are you wearing? black

Do you have a best friend? yes

Do you wish you had the chance to go back in time and change something now? no

Who is the last person you got a text from? Lauren

Are you excited for winter? It is winter and I am not pleased about it honestly haha

What were you doing before you started this survey? just reblogging away

Can you honestly say that you love yourself? I really can

How many people have you kissed? The number is honestly probably somewhere in the 40s lolol

Do you just feel awkward when you dance? No but I probably should hahah

Do you think you spend too much time feeling upset? I do

Is there anyone you would seriously punch right now if you had the chance? Nah

Do you own a pair of uggs? us middle class bitches own bearpaws

What are your plans for tomorrow? going to work

Has the person you have feelings for ever told you that you’re attractive? I don’t particularly have feelings for anyone right now

Can you get over people easily? depends on what your definition of “easily” is

Do you believe that there are certain circumstances where cheating is okay? I mean no

How was your weekend? it had it’s ups and downs but it ended nicely

Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? acquaintences

How do you feel right now? a little depressed

Do you hide your feelings or show them? it’s very hard for me to hide my feelings

Do you like to have long hair or short hair? I prefer it longer but I’ve kept it short for a while

What is the last thing you cooked today? I warmed up a can of soup haha

What do you always take with you? chapstick

Last person you drove around in a car with? Angie bae

Do you think relationships are hard? they’re a lot of work but I wouldn’t say they’re always hard

What are your plans for this weekend? I’m going to see the Chainsmokers and then going to my friend’s grad party

Any friends who are constantly venting about their significant other? Not constantly but everyone needs to vent every once in a while I feel

Have you ever been ice-skating? yes

Do you obsessively apply lip-gloss or lip balm? I apply chap stick like a lot unless I’m wearing lipstick

Anything in your room that you’re hiding from your parents or someone else? I mean I’m pretty sure my parents wouldn’t be happy about my vibrator but I’m also 24 and don’t live with them so I’m not too worried about it lol

Do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself? honestly no

What’s your most noticeable flaw? I mean I have a lot of tics but idk if I consider that a flaw

And what’s your best feature? I have nice tits lol

When you can tell that someone’s lying, do you call them out on it? depends on the situation. like in front of people, no, but in private, yes.

Have you ever hallucinated? I get super high fevers when I’m sick and I usually hallucinate when that happens

Do you like Musicals? I do

Is your hair damaged? Not too badly I just fully died it for the first time ever

Do you live with anyone that you try to avoid at all costs? nah my roommates are cool

Who was the last person you threw out of your life? I wouldn’t say I’ve ever “thrown” anyone out of my life

Do you regret something you did yesterday? met a guy at the bar on Saturday and stayed the night with him, but I don’t think I gave him my number and I kind of regret that a little

When was the last time you cried? yesterday

Why were you crying? because I found out that one of the biggest fuckboys I know is in a relationship and I don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be in a relationship and I don’t. stupid I know but that’s why

Whats the last thing you ate? crackers and hummus

What kind of bottoms are you wearing? printed leggings

What do you hear right now? my roommates are watching some youtube video in the living room

How many hours did you sleep last night? idk enough

Is something bothering you right now? we’ve hella been over this already

In the past week have you gotten sick? I woke up with a sore throat this morning

In the past week have you felt stupid? yes

In the past week have you got your hair cut? no

What were you doing at 9 AM this morning? working on my final paper for class

In the past week have you felt sad? yes

Has someone disappointed you recently? mmm nah

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #68

“all the drugs in this world won’t save her from herself.”

is there anything you are currently trying to learn? as far as book-smarts go, no. about something like how to live, obviously. what is an opinion you used to have that you no longer hold now? not even that long ago, i believed homosexuality was a sin, but no, i did not hate gays. i had many lgbt+ friends i'm glad i don't hold this belief anymore, though... post a picture of you 5 years ago and another one that is recent! what changes do you like or dislike? oh god, me from five years ago, i'm scared. and i'll go ahead and tell you what i dislike: i gained a lot of weight. there's probably nothing i like except my glasses, honestly.  i wish my tragus piercing hadn't gotten so infected, too. the first picture you see is a photograph i took (self-timer, obvs.) of myself and my old snake mona lisa. it's probably my most well-known piece on da. the second is. yeah. whatever.

what's your favorite hobby? is there a hobby you would like to pursue if money wasn't an issue? photographing animals, honestly. and there are PLENTY of hobbies i'd pursue if i wasn't dirt-poor. most notably would probs be traveling. what is a food that everybody seems to like but you don’t? FRIED CHICKEN EW what is the smoothest way a guy has hit on you? how did you react to it? omfgggg it's right on the tip of my tongue this thing jason said to me once that ended up with sexual things omg it was so fucking smooth WHAT WAS IT. have you ever sat in the back of a police car? yes. here at least, when you're going from the er to the mental hospital, cops take you. have you ever had to call the cops on someone? no. have any of your friends ever overdosed? friends, no, but my half-sister did (she's alive). what do you think about the recent addition of a male model in covergirl? i'm neutral, really. i mean it kinda irks me that it's covergirl and he's a man (or is he transgender, i honestly don't know), but i think it's cool they're trying new things. i'm find with men wearing makeup. have you ever smoked heroin? okay, i knew you could inject heroin, but you can smoke it? i'm perfectly happy not knowing much about drugs, soooo... never knew that. do you own a gun? i'm not legally allowed to due to having depression that has prompted me to be suicidal multiple times. i don't even think my mom's allowed to because i live with her. game that came out recently you're most excited for? THE LAST GUARDIAN MADE ME MOIST. resident evil 7 was a close second. i miss playing games. :( what do you think of hot dogs? they're good. had two for dinner tonight. favorite christmas song? "most wonderful time of the year"!!! as for instrumental pieces, "christmas chimes." what do you prefer to drink in the morning? milk. what is your favorite piece of jewelry? the spiked collar with drooping chains that doesn't even fit me anymore lol how did you bring in the new year? drank and listened to music at my best friend's house. favorite kind of snake? i really like cobras how many dogs do you have? three: beagle/cocker spaniel named teddy, boxer named cali, and jack russell mix named bentley. does someone have a crush on you? i think so. but i think he has a mere sexual infatuation with me. i know what he's known for. what song do you want played at your funeral? either "take it like a woman" or "every woman has a name" by alice cooper what're watching currently? markiplier play today's episode of re7. he makes it so funny, but i wish i could play the game myself, but i honestly doubt i'll ever have a ps4. :( what is your favorite game show? "family feud" how many times a day do you use the restroom? maaany times. i have to pee a lot. do you still speak to your ex’s parents? i fucking wish. i love his parents, and i really hope they loved me. allen (his dad) made me feel shy a lot because he was such a jester, but i still really liked him. he was a good man and helped raise his sons well. who was the last person who drew you a picture? probably aubree, my niece. be honest — do you floss? i don't. do you have any flags in your house? no. are there any ‘keep off the grass’ signs where you live? nope. have you ever walked on the grass with such a sign? no, i'm not an asshole. do you like kiwis? oh fuck yes. have you ever had a main part in a play? i have not. have you ever driven a tractor? no. do you want any piercings? snake eyes on tongue, labret on lip, more on my ears... do you prefer foxes or wolves? i love both, but foxes. could you ever deliver a baby? my own baby? not without an epidural, no. i'm almost positive i'd have a heart attack. do you think suits are sexy? fucking yes are you ready for kids now? it's funny. i was like, a week before jason left. i haven't even told my mother, anybody: the thought came into my mind that i wanted a kid veeeeery soon before j left. i didn't truly consider the thought, however, as it would've be irresponsible, but thoughts are still valid. now that he's gone and everything, no, i'm not ready at all. i practically fell down a well. how old is your youngest sibling? she's 18. do you like your first name? it's okay, i guess. which parent was more strict when you were growing up? definitely mom. dad went with the flow. favorite boy’s name? severin, vincent, or luther. where were you born? rocky mount, north carolina. if you get married, will you take your partner’s name? i will. if you’re single, how long have you been single for? over a year. do you know how your parents met? yes, through work. what’s your LEAST favorite smiley? XD idk like the upper-case "x" pisses me off and idk why??? have you ever been told your eyes were big?  jason was being all poetic once and commented on the size of my pupils while we were staring at each other, just smiling. my actual eyes are definitely not big. do you watch shane dawson on youtube? i do not. would you ever spend a day to see what it’s like to be homeless? no. no. i never in my life want to not have such a basic thing as a house. have you ever had a yard sale? multiple times. what celebrity did your most current ex resemble? omg omg omg i've always wanted to know who one of the guys in the music video of "king for a day" by pierce the veil + kellin quinn is. he's the first guy shown in the music video and is also in the thumbnail, on the left. i think he's the singer, actually... their hair is quite similar (jason's is pure black, tho, and jason would need to straighten his like he sometimes did), as is their apparent skin tone, and their faces bear a resemblance, too. jason's still cuter, tho. ;v; has someone ever told you that you were sexy? yeah. how tall are you compared to the most recent person you dated? i reached his chest/shoulders. who do you think would make a good president? i oath this is no bias, but honestly, jason. he's more liberal than i am so i wouldn't agree with all this policies, but overall, i believe he would be an amazing president. he is very intelligent and a morally good human being. he always backs up his beliefs with great reason, and he is also very open-minded (i never pushed my religion upon him, but he was very open to my ramblings), and he believes very firmly all harmless beliefs should be respected and allowed to be heard, he is extremely calm and reasonable, and i honestly couldn't imagine a single war beneath him, as he finds violence to be so unnecessary, even childish. i could honestly ramble on about why he'd make a good president for hours, but he'd never be one, he hates politics. what would you do if you were stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean? panic to the point of cardiac arrest, i'm sure. would you ever sell your soul? on one condition: jason comes back to me, permanently. for that? i'd do anything. where did you last wear a bathing suit? the beach last may. do you have a best friend? though we're in a fight currently and not talking to one another, i still consider her my best friend, yes. does your last ex have a job? yes. hence why i refuse to go to office depot. ever. have your parents ever caught you coming home drunk? no, i've never come home from somewhere intoxicated. do you think two people can last forever? depends on your definition of "forever". i personally don't know what happens to couples when both die, especially when one person goes to a different afterlife, but so long you mortally live? if you truly love one another, you will. is there one person you look at and automatically smile? fucking jason. have you ever slept in the same bed as your friends? many times as a child, only with colleen and chelsea as an adult. what would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? if i found out jason had cheated on me... i'd shatter. that'd just mean he never truly loved me. have you ever kissed anyone with a tongue ring? i haven't. imagine it'd be fun. *wink* your ex REALLY needs you at 3 am and you have a way to their house would you? if he needed me and i didn't even have a way there, i'd still go. my ass would walk. i promised him forever, and personally, i mean that shit. who did you last kiss? romantically, jason. romantically or otherwise, still jason. who did you dance with last? colleen. who is your arch-enemy? i consider ashley, jason's girlfriend, my only true enemy/rival. if you could have one person in your bed tonight, who would it be? jason. one more fucking time. we don't even have to "do" anything, i just want to cuddle with him at least one more time. i honestly do not believe i've slept soundly since he left. where does your best friend work? a bank. do you like fire? it fascinates me, yes. have you ever swallowed gum? yeah. ever done or considered to do drugs? never done any, never truly considered it, either. have you ever flipped off someone? playfully? yes. seriously? yes. do you prefer to hold or be held? i prefer being held, because i feel safer, but there were times where i wanted to hold jason, too. gave me a motherly sensation. can you count your number of serious relationships on one hand? i can count them on one finger, lol. hate it when you go over to someone’s house and do absolutely nothing? not really. i'm used to doing "nothing," which is really just browsing on your phone and sitting in front of the tv, let's be real. are you one of those people who gets jealous of boys/girls your current bf/gf dated? dated, no. dates now, hell fucking yes i'm jealous. do you like falling asleep listening to rain? *sexual moaning* have you ever been around someone who was high? i've been on the bus beside jason's former best friend who was high, but i wasn't like... "around" him, by my definition? i wasn't paying him any mind. don’t you just love the smell of hollister and abercrombie and fitch? i haven't been to either in years, i don't remember the smell. do you go to the tanning bed on a regular basis? no, i never do. i'd prefer to not get skin cancer. what do you bite more, your tongue, lip, or cheek? as of right now, i'm constantly biting the back of my cheek because of my wisdom tooth, it's entirely unintentional... it's making a gash in it. :/ when was the last time you drank water? veeery surprisingly, just a few minutes ago when i took my pills. i had water beside me last night because i was feeling a bit dehydrated. otherwise, i never drink water. what’s your favorite flavor of soda, pop or whatever else you call it? mountain dew voltage, honestly, despite how bad it is for you. what time do you usually have dinner? it varies kinda widely. usually between 6:00-7:30, but sometimes we eat as early as 5:30. are there any cracks or scuffs on your phone? nah. have you ever been approached by someone in public preaching about religion? not necessarily approached. i was riding home from school with a family friend's grandfather, and the whole ride there, he talked about religion and even gave all of us little bibles. i'll admit even as a christian, it made me a bit uncomfortable. what do you want for your birthday? this probably won't begin on my birthday since it's on a sunday, but i'm going to a very highly-rated tattoo parlor to start my first half-sleeve tattoo! mom also said i can probably get my lip re-pierced that day, yay! :D we're also going to olive garden, probably; og is a personal trigger for me, so if we go, we'll go to the one jason never worked for. what clothes did you sleep in last night? my pajama pants with harley quinn on them that say "hey, puddin'" and a black tank top. usual attire. what store do you usually get food at? wal-mart, food lion, or harris teeter. it vastly depends. are you planning on taking a shower today? no, i took one last night. you're not supposed to shower everyday, it's bad for both your hair and skin. did you ever get into the undertale fad? no. i've watched two of my favorite let's players play it, and it's interesting to watch merely because of their commentary, but the game itself isn't something i would enjoy myself. what was the highlight of your week? errr, i like, never have one. my days are monotonous and uneventful. this past week's been no different. when is the next time you will kiss someone? i love seeing this question so much and thus usually deleting it because like who ACTUALLY knows with certainty when they're next going to kiss someone??? do you drink? regularly, no. i barely even drink on special occasions. what states have you lived in? only north carolina. last thing to annoy you? colleen's bringing our drama to her facebook posts again. grow the fuck up. is there just some people that you don’t get along with? rarely, because i tolerate a lot, but sometimes, yes. you find out your ex is having a kid with someone you don’t like, you say? i wouldn't say anything, probably. but i can assure you i'd lose my mind, whatever's left of it, anyway. what kind of surveys DON'T you take? the obvious is bold surveys. you don't get to elaborate on anything, so it's boring. :/ i also don't take those with entirely generic questions (name, age, etc.) what is your birthstone? amethyst. do you have a maid service? LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO fam i'm poor af. what is your favorite candy? reese's. if you don't count chocolate, then probably sour patch kids. when did you get your car? why assume i even have a car, survey maker?? has anyone ever told one of your secrets they promised they wouldn’t tell? i'm sure someone has. do you have any friends who never shut up about their boyfriend/girlfriend? lmao honestly i'm probably that friend, just with my ex. i don't really judge people on this... love is a viciously strong emotion. are you nice to everyone? honestly, i try very hard to be, and i think i've mostly accomplished this. not always, definitely not, but i think mostly, yes. i just don't see the point in being mean. do you have a really big stuffed animal? i don't. what are you going to do after this? take another survey; i take multiple surveys and just combine them into one. saddest song by your favorite artist? i have a number of favorites, so i'll list 'em: ozzy osbourne: "see you on the other side" is fucking GORGEOUS. metallica: "fade to black" more like rip my fucking heart out otep: "invisible" omg i cri marilyn manson: "suicide is painless" fucks with me rammstein: "nebel," probably. "feuer und wasser" is a close second. NO NO NO "DONAUKINDER" IS #1 cradle of filth: "the death of love" tells a pretty deep story a day to remember: "if it means a lot to you" is beautiful. do you prefer to be cuddled or kissed? by a significant other, kissed. are kisses better with or without tongue?  SHOW ME YER TONGUE MOTHERFUCKER someone tells you that you deserve better than the person you currently have a thing for. you say? "i most certainly don't." incidentally, who is that special person? jason, obviously. what do your friends think of them? none of them like him currently for pretty much ruining my life. it's borderline hate from colleen. i don't know how she even managed to talk to him at work once. what is a good place in your town for a first date? honestly, i think the movies are probably best. you barely have to talk to each other so you can warm up to one another's presence. me personally, i'd have a tough time at like a dinner date or something because i'd have to talk to you the whole time. are roses really as romantic as people say? i think so, sure. where would you like to propose/be proposed to? somewhere public, honestly. even before dating, i liked the idea of pda (that wasn't "too much," anyway), and to be proposed to in public? christ dude, i'd die. i think my fairytale is being proposed to in a fancy restaurant, but realistically, if i truly loved you, i'd accept a proposal beside a trashcan for all i care. do you expect the guy to pay for everything? absolutely not. do you like the color pink? i sure do. what’s your next piercing going to be? labret on my lip. what are you most self-conscious about, physically? stretch-marks on my stomach. ew. what kind of car do you WANT to drive? idk the type or anything, but i know i want it to be a burnt orange color. when was the last time you felt like “getting into someone’s pants”? i couldn't tell you. sometime with jason, i guess. have you ever watched anyone sleep? for a minute or so, yes. i've never like loomed over the bed and stared at someone, though. do you ever pretend to agree with someone even though you may actually feel differently? honestly, no. if you are directly engaged with me, ex. it's only polite i answer whatever you say, i'm far more liable to tell you the truth. if you're kinda just rambling to yourself or whatever, i may say "mhm" or something in acknowledgement that i'm hearing you. have you ever witnessed either of your parents being heartbroken? mom, yeah. she won't admit it, but i know my dad leaving broke her. have you ever wished you could hurt somebody as much as they hurt you? ... i have. as a fleeting thought, anyway. would you help a friend bury a dead body? no. i'm not getting tied into some legal business. if someone cusses/swears a lot, do you assume they have bad grammar? ... no??? what the fuck kind of connection is that??? have you ever gotten so dehydrated that you passed out?  the only time i've ever passed out, doctors considered that possibility. it's not guaranteed, but that could be why. no one was sure why i passed out. if your friend was being cheated on, would you tell them?  hell yes i would. do you believe everyone is gifted with something?  honestly? no. do you have a picture of you and your lover kissing? i have a number... but first, let it be known he's not my "lover" anymore. we're not dating, yet i'm madly in love with him. i've shared one picture of us kissing, so here, have another. it was jason's 19th birthday, i think, and i sprayed him with silly string. i miss how i looked back then. i was so slim and healthy-looking. ;-;

how would your parents react if you got pregnant (or got someone pregnant)? mom would be a mix of surprised, happy, but i think more than anything, very worried. she would support me though, i'm sure. dad... it's hard to imagine what he'd feel. probably disappointment. has facebook ruined your life? lmao no??? are you afraid of frogs? of course not! virginia, jason's mom, LOOOVES frogs. they're her favorite animal. the house is heavily decorated with them. i loved hearing her fangirl over anything with frogs on it. (: who is the hottest person alive? link neal *swoons* do you know anyone named caleb? i have a friend i haven't talked to since high school named caleb. if you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you do it?   hell yes i would. what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?   i had a number, really.  not sure i had a favorite.  i loved "10 minutes 'til bedtime," "stellaluna," "what makes a rainbow?", and hmmm... i'm blanking, but i'm positive there's more. in front of you are 10 pistols, 5 of which are loaded. if you survive you’d receive 100 million dollars. would you be willing to place 1 to your head and pull the trigger?   no.  funny, right?  i always talk about usually wanting to die, yet i'm too afraid to. you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. do you agree?   to an extent, yes.  ex., i perfectly loved jason when i had him and knew i'd found a diamond.  i still know that, but i feel i may love him even more than i did then. are you familiar with the ‘emo kid song’?   pisses me the fuck off. have you ever seen a coyote in real life?   i haven't. do you think it’s wrong to judge a girl on how many people she slept with?   it's wrong to judge her, yes, but is it wrong to disagree with her having slept with so many people?  no. have you ever snooped through bf/gf’s stuff?   no.  it's not my business. are you a good kisser?   well i mean j used to say a lot he loved kissing me, so i guess? do you think it’s wrong to kiss someone you don’t like?   ... why would you kiss someone you don't like??? do you like being kissed?   if i truly like you, yes. do you have a favorite photo of the person you love/like?   i do.  it's a picture from our second prom shoot where mom got a close-up on his face unknowingly, and he's just smiling at me.  i'd share it, but i'm honestly not comfortable sharing a picture of JUST him without his permission. where was the last place you thought about having sex, other than your bed?   i'd assume jason's bed. you’re a week late for your period, there’s a chance you could be pregnant?   nope, unless i'm the virgin mary. have you ever kissed someone and hated it?   nope. are you taller than your mom?   no.  we're pretty much the same height. if you could get away with one murder in your lifetime without any legal, social, or emotional repercussions, would you kill someone?   so i wouldn't feel guilty?  then yes. what is your first thought when you receive a message on tumblr, are you excited for the idea of someone from potentially the other side of the world wanting to talk to you or fearful that someone will criticize you?   ha ha honestly i prepare to be yelled at. if it meant it would solve all world hunger, war, disease, and bigotry, would you spend the rest of eternity in hell?   honestly... no.  maybe it's selfish, but i do care about where i'm going when i die. the beatles or the rolling stones?   the stones.  i'm not a beatles fan. have you ever laid down in the middle of the street?   that's some "the notebook" shit right there.  but no, i haven't. did your parents force you to go to church?   yes. what’s your biggest fear?   jason never coming back. would you date someone 10 years older than you?   i doubt it. do you wear glasses?   i do. new song you recently found that you've really been digging?   "the mephistopheles of los angeles" by marilyn manson!!! \m/  i'm surprised i haven't heard it before. have you ever been in prison?   no. do you like shakespeare?   what i've read, i certainly enjoy. do you ever want to own a house?   absolutely.  i wanna be able to have a garden, trees, etc... have you ever aspired to start your own business?   i wanna be a freelance photographer, so... do you bite your nails?   occasionally.  need to stop. have you ever eaten at wendy’s?   yum, yes. what song makes you think about the person you love most?   "the mortician's daughter" and "saviour" by black veil brides, "easy to love you" and "all or nothing" by theory of a deadman are the most notable. do zoos bother you?   sometimes...  really depends on the animal in the zoo and if they're healthy. do you like visiting the beach?   i mean, sure.  it's something to do.  i hate sand in-between my toes, though. are you on any medication?   a good number.  don't know if they're helping or making shit worse, honestly. how old is your oldest friend?   that i consider a legitimate friend?  he's 30. have you ever been drunk?   i've been a bit drunk, yes. do you find facial hair attractive?   depends. what about body hair?   excessive body hair can honestly be gross, but at the same time, some people just can't help it. have you ever been in a polygamous relationship?   and i never will be because loyalty's a thing. do you like art?   ye! ;v; do you like being a tourist?   no opinion.  i've never really "been" anywhere. is there anyone who has strong feelings for you?   he says he does, but i don't believe that he only feels like that towards me. do you have a special stuffed animal?   many! ;v;  the one that is currently most important to me is my stuffed meerkat rebel; jason got it for me on my first birthday we were together.  brownie, my stuffed moose from ohio, is also very important.  i don't know why i got attached to it, but i always used to sleep with it.  i also have a very long stuffed snake that my grandma gave me. would you like to be rich?   it sure would solve MANY problems! what were you for halloween last year?   i wasn't anything because we had no money for costumes. :/  i wanted to be a steampunk toothfairy. do your siblings text you?   only if they need to know something related to me. have you ever taken medicine that wasn’t prescribed to you?   yup. who is your ex dating/talking to?   ashley.  that's all i'm going to say on this matter. are you donating your organs?   yeah.  not like i'll need them when i'm dead. do you sleep on your side, stomach or back?   side, always. how many of the harry potter books have you read?   none. are you sure of your sexuality?   yes. have you broken a bone?   no, but i've had a fracture in my wrist was the last person you kissed physically attractive?   yes, he is. do you prefer to say ‘haha” or “lol?”   "ha ha" do you know anyone that owns horses?   yes. how many stories does your house have?   just one. do you get angry often? when was the last time you got into a fight with someone? is this something that you do regularly?   i don't get angry often, no.  however, i've felt underlying anger since jason left that hasn't fled yet.  the last time i had a fight with someone was what, maybe two days ago, with my best friend colleen.  we're not talking currently, but i'm thinking of messaging her later to just end this stupid fucking fight. do plague doctors scare you?   nah man, they're SUPER cool!!!  i'm thinking of getting a tattoo of one, 'cuz i found an awesome one, but it's very low on my priority list. do you have a favorite winter outfit? what about a favorite summer outfit? does it get really cold where you live?   i have no fave outfits, no.  it can get pretty damn cold here. have you ever wanted to be homeschooled? if so, why? if not, why not? do you know anyone who is, or have you ever been homeschooled yourself?   i thought about it because school was stressing me out so much, but i was briefly home-bound instead.  i don't know anyone who's been homeschooled, i think. what is your favorite place to shop?   online store called rebel's market.  i also really like hottopic. have you ever woken up to a good morning letter beside you?
   no, but that'd be soooo romantic *-* do you like bbq sauce?   no, i don't. do you pray before every meal?   no. have you ever seen a tadpole?   plenty of times.  there was actually one time a huge number of frogs apparently laid eggs aaaaaall through the ditch in-between the field near my house,  well, the ditch was going to dry out way before the tadpole eggs hatched and grew to adults, so, my sister, friend, and i got a really big bucket, filled it with water, and got as many of the eggs we could and put them into the bucket.  lemme tell you: tadpole eggs feel GROSS.  we filled the bucket to the brim and nearly broke our backs carrying it back to my house, where we filled the kiddy pool with water and put all the eggs in there.  the eggs hatched, and we got to watch them grow into little frogs. (:  they climbed out of the pool once they were adults.  it felt great knowing we saved well around a thousand frogs. how slowly or quickly would you say you eat?   i eat VERY quickly apparently, and i don't even notice. do you think boys look good in skinny jeans?   ye. do you think it’s okay for boys to dress like girls and vice versa?   of course it is. what went wrong in your previous relationship?   honest to god opinion, nothing went wrong.  jason just didn't want to deal with a depressed shit anymore. is drinking and smoking a dating deal-breaker for you?   smoking anything is, and i wouldn't accept heavy drinking. does your ex-boyfriend/-girlfriend’s new romantic interest know about the things you two did together?   honestly?  hope she does.  fucking bet we had more chemistry than she ever will with him. do you ever tell your current boyfriend or girlfriend about the things that you did with an ex-partner?   i don't have a boyfriend, but if i was and he asked, sure, i'd tell him. have you ever had someone drag his or her nails down your back?   yes.  so long you're not like ripping my flesh, it's fine. do you think of ex-partners while you’re in your current relationship? how about while you’re being intimate?   i'm absolutely positive i would if i was even in a relationship.  i'm not sorry that i'm in love with someone, even if he doesn't love me back. do you know anyone who has won any money playing the lottery?   nope. what is your boyfriend’s favorite video game?   i don't have a boyfriend, but my ex's favorite game is castlevania: symphony of the night. do you take offense when people use the words “gay” or “retarded”?   "retarded" honestly offends me, yes. do you actually use the camera on your phone?   no.  the camera on my phone sucks. do you think there’s a specific age when it’s no longer acceptable to be living with your parents?   it really depends on certain circumstances/how eligible you are to survive alone. do you think it’s ignorant for people to have unprotected sex when they’re not ready for a child?   obviously? assuming you had sufficient funds, would you be capable of living alone, paying bills and looking after yourself properly?   no, i wouldn't. what would you say your favorite farm animal is?   piggies!

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What’s in a name (pt. 2)

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, idk anything else someone might not like

This is an OC series I’m working on. I’ve connected it with the X-Men stuff and it takes place after Civil War, but it all works out.

pt. 1 here 

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E stood in front of her mirror in her room the X-Men mansion. Dresses scattered on top of her bed made up her discarded pile. Beside that pile, sat Jubilee scrolling on her phone. She was called in to help E find a dress for the party and auction tonight at the Plaza Hotel.

“What about the shimmery orange colored one? Put that with some nude heels and you’re set.” Her gummed snapped as she asked.

“Nah I wore that a while ago, plus I think Meghan (Pixie) wants to borrow it for a date. The open back is good with her wings. I don’t know.. I want the right dress! I haven’t gone to a function with the Avengers in a long time. Hell, none of us have in eons! I wanna look good.” She huffed as she pushed back some silver hairs from her face. “Juju bee what about the dark green one? I’d put it with my black corset heels and some gold accessories?” She turned to face her friend on the bed and looked at her with a questioning expression.

“You look good in anything! Ugh you could have a feed bag on your head and be a goddess.” She huffed while dramatically dropping her arms on the bed. Then she calmed down and gave a serious reply. “The green would look good. You managed to get a date with James Proudstar with it.”

E titled her head to the side and slightly nodded in agreement. She smirked and said, “You’re not wrong. And those were a few good months of dating him. Til he left me for Blink. I can’t even get annoyed or upset because they are so sweet. Plus, it wasn’t going to go anywhere.. Anyway! So green it is. Hair up or down?” The friend replied up and went back to her phone.

“Any other reason you want to look so good tonight? Finally going to let Sam Wilson think he has a chance with you?” She stayed to keep her friend company while she got ready for the event tonight, but couldn’t help but tease her a little bit.

Blushing, but rolling her eyes, E played defense. “No, no reason at all. I just want to look good. That a crime?” She played back, but her mind flashed to a certain someone. “It’s nice to be noticed.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t, but the Avengers are hot and we don’t see them all the time like the guys here. Not to mention, you need to get some.”

“Says who?” She gives you a look and a snap of her gum. “Fine maybe I do, but as much fun as a hook up is, I’m looking for a more secure, long term type thing here.”

“Well if you want that, then a bolder eye look; and straighten your hair. Really get someone’s attention tonight. But then it’ll be the ones who aren’t intimidated by you.” The pyrotechnic mutant grabbed the silver-haired woman’s shoulders and put her chin on her head while twirling a few hairs.

*fast forward to the evening*

Music and chatter swelled as guests mingled around the Plaza’s grand hall. E found herself at the base of the stairs, talking with some political head honchos. She was three cosmos in and only feeling herself being barely buzzed enough to deal with them. Some of them were still condescending towards mutants, despite the fact that they’ve saved the world’s ass more than a few times. She was here to have a good time and not to listen to people drone about the real world, let alone politics.

“You know what gentlemen, lady, I have to… walk away now.” She stepped away leaving stunned high-powered figures. As she approached the bar again she heard Tony laughing.

“Those people will be pissed at me now because of that.”

E rolled her eyes, “Please, they barely like me anyway. Plus I’m sure one of them will drop a fat and impressive number and win something at the auction. That and the drinks will help them forget all about it.” She turned to the bartender and ordered a shot of silver tequila and another cosmo. “Thanks for the open bar by the way. Want a shot?”

“I’m good. Thanks though, and I know it takes more than the average amount of booze to get you toasted but umm any reason you ordered a shot at a charity auction?” He wasn’t judging, but genuinely curious.

“Oh you know, having one for Wade. Plus I’m preparing for Sam’s next pass at me.” She smiled at the man in front of her with the rose-colored glasses. “Now if you excuse me, I am going to go mingle and find a cute man to dance with.” She strutted away to scope out everyone present, starting with the auction tables. That way she could made a bid or two in the meantime.

While E was conversing with Tony, others were having their own fun. Off to the other side of the bar, Thor was pouring Steve and Bucky some of his industrial mead. The three men, Wanda, and Sharon Carter were talking amongst themselves, waiting for the party to kick in a little bit more before going out to the crowd.

“Hey Buck, if you stare at her anymore I think you may either go blind or put a hole in her.” Sharon spoke up from her brandy while Steve suppressed a laugh into his new cocktail. “Go ask her to dance or something. She clearly is here to have a grand time. She just downed that shot like water.”

The long haired man almost glared at her, but he was too busy watching the subject of conversation indeed take the shot like a champ. And he was a bit impressed. He noticed Tony and her laughing as she followed her shot with another cocktail. He was curious about how she was handling herself. It must have showed on his face, because Steve spoke up beside him.

“It takes a bit more than usual for her to be effected by alcohol. She can get drunk, quicker than us, but about five shots of Everclear to her are equivalent to one or two shots of any average liquor to any average person. So about three shots of Thor’s stuff. Maybe though, since she’s never actually had any. Sam and Clint learned that the hard way. E drank them under the table! Now, go ask her to dance. She’s heading towards the auctions.” Steve nudged him in her direction as the others egged him on.

With a grunt and small glare at his friends, he approached the woman whose purple eyes were permanently burned into his brain. As she’s glancing at every item up for bid on the tables. He takes not of her elegant stance and the way her hair stands out against the dark green of her dress, and sparkles from her gold accessories make her shine. An idea however, pops into his head. So he makes a detour towards the DJ. Once he walks back towards the woman, La Vie En Rose begins to play. His pride boosts a bit when he sees her perk her head up and smile. He did have the right idea!

“Would you like to dance?” He asks simply to gain her attention. When E smiles and nods yes, the words begin to play. The metal hand Bucky is known for grabs her own and his hand places itself on her waist, and hers goes to his shoulder. However, it is the English Louis Armstrong version that begins to play. With a scoff he says, “Damn I meant for the original to play.”

Her eyebrows perk up and she thinks it’s cute how he put some thought into the song. “It’s quite alright. I may know both versions, and the original is a classic, but there is something beautiful about this one.”

“At least it’s long enough for a proper dance. Especially with someone who knows how to genuinely dance.”

“People nowadays know how to dance, just not the classic manner we grew up with. I will say, I do appreciate that you know how to properly lead. Last time I had one of those was in the 80s.”

He instantly wants to know more about her past, to know everything about her unique history. “Someone special?”

“He was actually.” E takes note of his slightly surprised answer, not expecting that answer. “He was someone from my past, but he’s gone now.”

“Damn I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring something like that up.” Guilt washes over him, despite her reassurance that everything was fine. “Alright I’m going to change the subject now in a not so smooth manner. How many dances or drinks will it take for you to tell me what E stands for?”

The chuckle she lets out makes him feel like he could float. “More than you may think. But you’re cute, so I will tell you that it is a nickname. Both for my powers and the fact that my first, middle, and last name start with E. Wow.. Either I am becoming a lightweight or I don’t know because I have not revealed that much to someone I just met in a long time.”

“I consider myself lucky then. Although I will tell you that one way or another I will find out your name.” She appreciated his teasing tone, it was sweet and made her really smile. “Also, thanks for callin’ me cute darling.”

They kept dancing until the song and the next one was finished. After they made a few bids at the auction, they went to the bar where the others were secretly watching them interact.

Thor was the first to greet the woman with a bright smile and fair question. “E can I offer you another drink?”

“You know I can never pass you up on that Thor. Vodka gimlet please. So how is everyone?”

“Emma Ester Edwards. My guess for the month.” Everyone turned to Wilson who looked confident in the name he just blurted out. Everyone laughed as he pouted after E simply shook her head no with a sassy smirk on her face. “Oh come on! I have been at this since I met you girl. Will you even tell me if I get it right?”

“I take offence that you think I would lie to you. I promise if you ever somehow get it right, I will tell you. But that day will happen no sooner than you lifting Thor’s hammer so I’m not worried.” She looked proud of herself for that one. Confidently she sipped her drink, flipped her hair, and leaned her arm on Bucky’s shoulder. He seemed to get the hint right away and put his arm around her waist. She felt good, looked good, and knew the night ahead was going to be worth the time spent getting ready.

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