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myfanwymusings · 4 years ago

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TAYLOR SWIFT / FEARLESS (TAYLOR’S VERSION)

These lyrics are from Taylor Swift’s 2021 re-recording of her 2008 sophomore album, Fearless. These lyrics may be modified to better fit roleplay purposes. Please note: every track from the new album has been included, except Love Story (Elvira Remix) and Forever & Always (Piano Version) due to their lyrics being duplicates of lyrics already in the album elsewhere.

FEARLESS

There's something 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained

I'm trying so hard not to get caught up

You're just so cool

I don't know how it gets better than this

With you I'd dance In a storm in my best dress

I wanna stay right here

I'm not usually this way

You pull me in and I'm a little more brave

FIFTEEN

Take a deep breath and walk through the doors

Try to stay out of everybody's way

You know, I haven't seen you around before

When you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them

When someone tells you they love you, you’re going to believe them

We'll be outta here as soon as we can

All you wanted was to be wanted

All I wanted was to be wanted

Back then, I swore I was gonna marry him someday

I realized some bigger dreams of mine

I've found time can heal most anything

I didn't know who I was supposed to be

I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen

LOVE STORY

We were both young when I first saw you

Hello

Stay away from Juliet

I’m begging you, please don't go

Please don't go.

Take me somewhere we can be alone

All there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It’s a love story, baby just say yes.

Baby, just say yes.

We're dead if they knew

They're trying to tell me how to feel

This love is difficult, but it’s real

Don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess

I got tired of waiting

My faith in you is fading

I’ve been so alone

I keep waiting for you but you never come

Is this in my head?

I don’t know what to think

Marry me, Juliet

You’ll never have to be alone

I love you, and that’s all I really know

I talked to your dad

Go pick out a white dress

HEY STEPHEN

I know looks can be deceiving

I know I saw a light in you

I didn't say half the things I wanted to

You might have me believing I don't always have to be alone

I can't help it if you look like an angel

I wanna kiss you in the rain

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

I can't help it if there's no one else

I can’t help myself

I've been holding back this feeling, so I got some things to say to you

I never seen nobody shine the way you do

I've seen it all, so I thought

I think you and I should stay the same

Why aren't you here tonight?

I could give you fifty reasons why I should be the one you choose

All those other girls, well, they're beautiful but would they write a song for you?

WHITE HORSE

Say you're sorry

That face of an angel comes out just when you need it to

I honestly believed in you

This ain't a fairytale

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

Maybe I was naive, got lost in your eyes

I didn't know to be in love that you had to fight to have the upper hand

I had so many dreams about you and me

I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well

YOU BELONG WITH ME

She's going off about something that you said

She doesn't get your humor like I do

What you're looking for has been here the whole time

Why can't you see that you belong with me?

I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be

You've got a smile that could light up this whole town

Hey, isn't this easy?

You say you're fine but I know you better than that

I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night

All this time how could you not know?

Have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me?

BREATHE (FEAT. COLBIE CALLAIT)

None of us thought it was gonna end that way

People are people and sometimes we change our minds

It's killing me to see you go after all this time

I don't know what to be without you around

We know it's never simple

You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand

I can't breathe without you, but I have to

I never wanted this, I never wanna see you hurt

Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out

It's 2 A.M, feeling like I just lost a friend

TELL ME WHY

You might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not

You took a swing, I took it hard

Down here from the ground I see who you are

I'm sick and tired of your attitude

I'm feeling like I don't know you

You tell me that you love me, then cut me down

You know you got a mean streak

I remember what you said last night

I know, that you see, what you're doing to me

You could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day

I'm sick and tired of your reasons

I got no one to believe in

You tell me that you want me, then push me around

Why do you have to make me feel small?

Why do you have to put down my dreams?

YOU’RE NOT SORRY

I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down

It's taken me this long, baby, but I've figured you out

You're thinking we'll be fine again, but not this time around

You don't have to call anymore

This is the last straw

I don't wanna hurt anymore

You can tell me that you're sorry but I don't believe you, baby, like I did before

You're not sorry

I might believe you if I didn't know

I could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold

You've got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know

You used to shine so bright, but I watched all of it fade

THE WAY I LOVED YOU

I couldn't ask for anything better

You look beautiful tonight

I feel perfectly fine

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

It's 2AM and I'm cursing your name

I never knew I could feel that much

You're so in love that you acted insane

He can't see the smile I'm faking

My heart's not breaking cause I'm not feeling anything at all

FOREVER & ALWAYS

Were you just kidding?

I don't feel welcome anymore

Baby, what happened?

He still hasn't called

You feel so low you can't feel nothing at all

I was there when you said forever and always

Was I out of line?

Did I say something way too honest?

I thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure

Where is this going?

Did you forget everything?

I don’t think so

You didn't mean it

THE BEST DAY

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall

You're not scared of anything at all

I know I had the best day with you today

How my friends could be so mean?

I don't know who I'm going to talk to now at school

I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger

You're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world

I know you were on my side even when I was wrong

I didn't know if you knew

CHANGE

I believe in whatever you do

I'll do anything to see it through

These things will change

Can you feel it now?

These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down

The time will come for us to finally win

So we've been outnumbered, raided, and now cornered

It's hard to fight when the fight ain’t fair

We're getting stronger

They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared

There's something in your eyes says we can beat this

We never gave in

JUMP THEN FALL

I like the way you sound in the morning

Your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard

All I can think is we should be together

Don't be afraid to jump then fall

I'm never gonna leave you

I'll catch you

The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry

I'll hold you through the night until you smile

Every time you smile, I smile

Every time you shine, I shine

UNTOUCHABLE

I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why

I'm caught up in you

When you're close, I feel like coming undone

Say that we'll be together

I won't wait here all day

I want to feel you by my side and standing next to me

COME IN WITH THE RAIN

I don't wanna go there anymore

I know all the steps up to your door but I don't wanna go there anymore

I'll leave my window open

I'm too tired at night to call your name

Just know I'm right here hoping that you'll come in with the rain

I could stand up and sing you a song but I don't wanna have to go that far

I've got you down, I know you by heart and you don't even know where I start

I don't know what else I can say

I'm too tired at night for all these games

SUPERSTAR

This is wrong but I can't help but feel like there ain’t nothing more right

I can't help but wish I could see your face

I knew from the first note played I'd be breaking all my rules to see you

I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who's desperately in love with you

Loneliness comes around when I'm not dreaming about you

I knew when I saw your face I'd be counting down the ways to see you

I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

In the heat of the fight I walked away ignoring words that you were saying

This time I've had enough

I'm so mad I might tell you that it's over

Leave

I'm in love with you

All I need is on the other side of the door

I keep going back over things we both said

If you know everything tell me why you couldn't see when I left, I wanted you to chase after me

I can't even look at you

I don’t need you, but I do

There's nothing you can say to make this right again, I mean it

TODAY WAS A FAIRY TALE

Today was a fairy tale

I used to be a damsel in distress

Time slows down whenever you're around

Can you feel this magic in the air?

I fell in love when I saw you standing there

It's getting so much clearer

Nothing made sense 'til the time I saw your face

YOU ALL OVER ME (FEAT. MAREN MORRIS)

I lived, and I learned, had you, got burned

Swore that I'd get out of here

No amount of freedom gets you clean

I've still got you all over me

The best and worst day of June was the one that I met you

Don't you wish you had me?

Every breath of air I breathe reminds me of then

I watched a part of myself die

MR. PERFECTLY FINE

I've been waitin' for you all my life

Every single day until the end, I will be by your side

It takes everything in me just to get up each day

Hello Mr. "Perfectly fine", how's your heart after breaking mine?

It's wonderful to see that you're okay

Everything revolves around you

Well, I thought you might be different than the rest, I guess you're all the same

'Cause I hear he's got his arm 'round a brand-new girl

I never got past what you put me through but it's wonderful to see that it never fazed you

WE WERE HAPPY

When it was good, baby, it was good

No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark

Goodbye's so much harder 'cause we were happy

I hate those voices telling me I'm not in love anymore

THAT’S WHEN (FEAT. KEITH URBAN)

Need some space to think about all of this

When can I come back?

All this playing, did you ever think of me?

I'll be waiting at the front gate

I did you wrong, made mistakes and put you through all of this

I'll come back

DON’T YOU

I knew I'd run into you somewhere

It's been a while

I didn't mean to stare

I'm sure she'll make you happy

Don't smile at me and ask me how I've been

Don't say you've missed me if you don't want me again

You don't how much I feel I love you still

Sometimes I really wish that I could hate you

I swore I wouldn't do this

BYE BYE BABY

It wasn't just like a movie

This is the last time I'll drive this way again

I still love you but I can't

I was so sure of everything we thought we'd always have

Seems like I'm becoming part of your past

There's so much that I can't touch

You're all I want but it's not enough this time

I can feel you like you're slipping through my hands

I'm so scared of how this ends

I want you back but it's coming down to nothing

#Taylor Swift lyrics.#inbox memes.#roleplay memes.#roleplay starters.#rpc #rph #rp sources #rp memes.

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cecilspeaks · 4 years ago

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173 - The Hundred Year Play

Quoth the raven: [bird noises] Welcome to Night Vale.

Listeners, some exciting news from the world of theatre! The 100 year play is about to reach its final scene. Yes, this is the play that has been running continuously since 1920. Written by a brilliant playwright Hannah Hershman, designed to take exactly 100 years to perform. And the tireless volunteer of the Night Vale Players Playhouse have been going through those scenes, one after another, for decade upon decade. There’s little time to rehearse, for each hour brings new scenes and each scene will only be performed once the play moves on, in order to keep up with the tight schedule needed to execute the entire script before a century elapses.

It is a monumental work of theatre, but like all work, it must some day cease. Today, specifically. I will be in attendance at that historic moment, when the final scene is performed and the curtain closes on the 100 year play. More soon, but first the news.

We bring you the latest on the lawsuit “The estate of Franklin Chen vs. the city of Night Vale”. As you know, this case has grown so large and complicated that I’ve not had the time to discuss it in my usual community radio broadcasts. But instead, have started a true crime podcast called “Bloody Laws, Bloody Claws: The Murder of Frank Chen”, in which I strive to get to the truth of just what happened on that fateful night when five-headed dragon Hiram McDaniels met Frank Chen, and then later Frank Chen’s body was found covered in burns and claw marks. It’s a confounding mystery. The Sheriff’s Secret Police announce that it seems really complicated and they’re not even gonna try to solve that sucker. “Oh, what?” a Secret Police spokesman muttered at an earthworm he found in his garden. “You want us to fail? You wanna see us fail? That’s why you want us to investigate this case, to see us fail at it?” The family of Frank Chen say they merely want the appropriate parties, in this case the city of Night Vale, Hiram McDaniels and an omniscient conception of God, to take responsibility for their part in this tragedy. The trial is now in its 10th month, and has included spirited re-enactments of the supposed murder by helpful Players Playhouse performers in between their work on the 100 year play. 3 changes of judge and venue due to “some dragon attacks and constant interruptions from a local audio journalist, who hosts a widely respected true crime podcast”. Still, with all this, we near a verdict. Judge Chaplin has indicated she will issue her ruling soon. “Like in the next year or so?” she said. “Certainly within 5 years. Listen, I don’t owe you a verdict, just because you’re paying me to do a job, you can’t rush me to do it. The verdict will be done when. It’s. Done.” Chaplin then huffed out of the courtroom followed by journalists shouting recommendations for episodes of their podcast to listen to.

I was present, you know, on opening night of the 100 year play. Ah, how the theatre buzzed! Of course this was partly the audience, thrilled to be at the start of such an unprecedented work, but mostly – it was the insects. The Night Vale Players Playhouse had quite a pest problem at the time, and still does. It’s difficult to do pest control when there is a 100 year long play being performed on stage at every hour of every day. The curtain opened those many years ago on a simple set of a studio apartment, a kitchen, a cot, a window overlooking a brick wall. A man sits in the corner deep in thought. A doorbell rings. “Come in, it’s open,” the man says. A woman enters, flustered. She is holding a newborn. “There’s been a murder!” she says. “The victim was alone in a room, and all the doors and windows were locked. “My god!” the man says and springs up. “Who could have done this, and how?!” the woman tells him: “It turns out to be the gardener, Mr. Spreckle. He served with the victim in the war and never could forgive him for what happened there. He threw a venomous snake through an air vent.” The man sits back down, nodding. “Aah! So the mystery is solved.” As a playwright, Hannah Hershman did not believe in stringing up mysteries a second longer than was necessary. The baby in the woman’s arm stirs. “Shush, shush little one!” the woman says. The man looks out the window where he cannot see the sky. “It might look like rain,�� he says. “Who knows?” Thus began a journey of 100 years.

And now a word from our sponsors. Today’s episode is sponsored by the Night Vale Medical Board, which would like to remind you that it is important to drink enough water throughout the day. Drink more water! Your body cannot function without water. Without water, you are just dust made animate. Water forms the squelching mud of sentience. Try to have at least ten big glasses of water. Not over the entire day, right now. See if you can get all ten of them down. Explore the capacity of your stomach. See if you can make it burst. You will either feel so much better, or an organ will explode and you will day painfully. And either one is more interesting than the mundane now. You should drink even more water than that. Wander out of your door, search the Earth for liquids. Find a lake and drain the entire thing, until the bottom feeders flop helplessly on the flatlands. Laugh slushingly as you look upon the destruction you have wrought. The power that you possess now that you are well hydrated. Move on from the lake and come to the shore of an ocean. All oceans are one ocean that we have arbitrarily categorized by language. The sea knows no separation, and neither will you when you lay belly down on the sand, put your lips against the waves and guzzle the ocean. The ocean is salty. It will not be very hydrating, so you’ll need to drink a lot of it. Keep going until the tower tops of Atlantis see sky again for the first time in centuries, until the strange glowing creatures of the deep-deep are exposed, splayed out from their bodies now that they no longer have the immense pressure of the ocean depths to keep their structure intact. And once you have drunk the oceans, turn your eyes to the stars. For there is water out there too, and you must suck dry the universe. This has been a message from the Night Vale Medical Board.

20 years passed without me thinking about the 100 year play. You know how it is. One day you’re an intern at the local radio station doing all the normal errands like getting coffee and painting pentacles upon Station Management doors as part of the ritual of the slumbering ancients. Then 20 years passes and everything is different for you. Your boss is gone and now you are a host of the community radio station, and there are so many new responsibilities and worries and lucid nightmares in which you explore a broken landscape of colossal ruins. So with all of that, I just kind of forgot the 100 year play was happening. But they were toiling away in there, doing scenes around the clock, building and tearing down sets at a frantic pace, trying to keep up with the script that relentlessly went on, page after page. And sometimes one of the people working on the play would wonder: how does this all end? But before they could flip ahead and look, there would be another scene that had to be performed and they wouldn’t have a chance. So no one knew how it ended. No one except Hannah Hershman, the mysterious author of this centennial play.

Soon after becoming radio host, during the reading of a Community Calendar, I was reminded that the play was still going on, and so decided to check in. I put on my best tux, you know it’s the one with the scales and the confetti canon. And then took myself to a night at the theatre. I can’t say what happened in the plot since that first scene, but certainly much had transpired. We were now in a space colony thousands of years from now, and the set was simple, just some sleek chairs and a black backdrop dotted with white stars of paint. A woman was giving a monologue about the distance she felt between the planet she was born on, which I believe was supposed to be Earth, and the planet she now stood on. I understood from what she was saying that the trip she had taken to this planet was one way, and that she would never return to the place she was born. “We… are… all of us… moved… by time,” she whispered in a cracked, hoarse voice. “Not… one of us dies… in the world… we were born into.” Sitting in my seat in that darkened theatre, I knew two facts with certainty. The first was that this woman had been giving a monologue for several days now. She wavered on her feet, speaking the entire four hours that I was there. And I don’t know how much longer she spoke after I left, but it could have been weeks. She was pale and her voice was barely audible, but there was something transfixing about it, and the audience sat in perfect silence, leaning forward to hear her words. The other fact I understood was that this woman was the newborn from the very first scene. Not just the same character, but the same actor. 20 years later, she was still on that stage, still portraying the life to the child we had been introduced to in the opening lines. She was an extraordinary performer, presumably, having had a literal lifetime of practice. And that was the last time I saw the play, until tonight, when I will go to watch the final scene.

But first, let’s have a look at that Community Calendar. Tonight the school board is meeting to discuss the issues of school lunches. It seems that some in power argue that it isn’t enough that for some reason we charge the kids actual money for these lunches. They argue that the students should also be required to give devotion and worship to a great glowing cloud, whose benevolent power will fill their lives with purpose. Due to new privacy rules, we cannot say which member of the school board made this suggestion. The board will be taking public comment in a small flimsy wooden booth out by the highway. Just enter the damp, dark interior and whisper your comment, and it will be heard. Perhaps not by the school board, but certainly by something.

Tuesday morning, Lee Marvin will be offering free acting classes at the rec center. The class is entitled “Acting is just lying. We’ll teach you how acting is just saying things that aren’t true, with emotions you don’t feel, so that you may fool those watching with these mistruths.” Fortunately, Marvin commented: “Most people don’t want to be told the truth and prefer the quiet comfort of a lie well told.” Classes are pay what you want, starting at 10,000 dollars.

Thursday Josh Crayton will be taking the form of a waterfall in Grove Park, so that neighborhood kids may swim in him. There is not a lot of swimming opportunities in a town as dry as Night Vale, and so this is a generous move on Josh’s part. He has promised that he has been working on the form and has added a water slide and a sunbathing deck. He asks that everyone swim safely and please not leave any trash on him.

Friday, the corn field will appear in the middle of town, right where it does each September, as the air turns cooler and the sky in the west takes on a certain shade of green. The corn field emanates a power electric and awful. Please, do not go into the corn field, as we don’t know what lives in there or what it wants. The City Council would like to remind you that the corn field is perfectly safe. It is perfect and it is safe.

Finally, Saturday never happened. Not if you know what’s good for you. Got it? This has been the Community Calendar.

Oh! Look at the time. Here I am blathering on and the play is about to end. OK, let me grab my new mini recorder that Carlos got me for my birthday. It’s only 35 pounds and the antenna is a highly reasonable 7 feet. And I’ll see you all there.

Ah. What’s the weather like for my commute?

[Shallow Eyes” by Brad Bensko. https://www.bradbenskomusic.com/]

Carlos and I are at the theatre! The audience is a buzz, with excitement yes, but also many of them are the insects that infest this theatre. The bugs became entranced by the story over the years, passing down through brief generation after brief generation, the history of all that happened before. The story of the play became something of a religion to this creepy crawly civilization. And so now the bugs are jittering on the walls, thrilled to be the generation that gets to see the end of this great tale.

The curtain rises on a scene I recognize well. It is the simple set of a studio apartment. A kitchen, a cot, a window overlooking a brick wall. A man sits in the corner deep in thought. A doorbell rings. “Come on, it’s open,” the man calls. A woman enters. She is very old, tottering unsteadily on legs that have carried for her many many years. “Please take my seat,” the man says with genuine concern. “Thank you,” she says, collapsing with relief onto the cushions and then looking out, as if for the first time, noticing the audience. I know this woman. I first saw her as a baby and later as a 20-year-old. It seems she has lived her whole life on this stage, taking part in this play. “My name,” the woman says, “is Hannah Hershman. I was born in this theatre, clutching a script in my arms that was bigger than I was. My twin, in a way. I started acting in that script of mine before I was even aware of the world. I grew up in that script, lived my entire life in the play I had written from infancy to now.” And she rises, and the man reaches out to help, but she waves him away. She speaks, her- her voice is strong, ringing out through the theatre. “The play ends with my death, because the play is my life. It is bounded by the same hours and minutes that I am.” the audience is rapt, many have tears in their eyes. Even the insects weep. “Thank you for these hundred years,” Hannah Hershman says. “This script is complete.” She walks to the window. “It might look like rain,” she says. “Who knows?” The lights dim.

Thunderous applause, cries of acclaim, and Hannah Hershman dies to the best possible sound a person can hear: concrete evidence of the good they have done in the lives of other humans.

Stay tuned next for the second ever Night Vale Players Playhouse production, now that they finally finished this one. They’re going to do “Godspell”. And from the script of a life I have not yet finished performing, Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: Many are called, but few are chosen. And fewer still pick up. Because most calls are spam these days.

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artemishphm · 4 years ago

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ARTEMIS LUNA GREY

IDENTITY

Name: Artemis Luna Grey

Nicknames: Temis, Art, Artie, Mis, Moonie, Pip, Honey, Lunetta

Gender: Female

Age: 11 - 17 (in-game, 1984-1991); 47 (present day 2020)

Birth Date: 31st August 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Half-blood

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ethnicity: Caucasian/White

Nationality: Half Italian, Half British

Residence: London, England

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ENFJ-A

THE MAGE

1st Wand: Acacia, Unicorn Hair, 12 inches, pliable

Garrick Ollivander found that wands made from Acacia were difficult to match with a wizard. Acacia wands generally refused to produce magic for anyone but their owners, but conversely, seemed to withhold their full power from all but the most gifted wizards.Owners of Acacia wands were generally subtle wizards, as wands made from this wood were generally unsuitable for what Ollivander termed "bangs-and-smells magic".

Wands with unicorn hair cores produced the most consistent magic, were least subject to fluctuations and blockages, were most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts, and were the most faithful of wands. However, they do not make the most powerful of wands (unless the wand wood compensates) and are prone to melancholy if mishandled.

2nd Wand: Laurel, Phoenix feather, 12 inches

A laurel wand cannot perform a dishonourable act, although in the quest for glory (a not uncommon goal for those best suited to these wands), laurel wands have been known to perform powerful and sometimes lethal magic. Laurel wands are sometimes called fickle, but this is unfair; the laurel wand is unable to tolerate laziness in a possessor, and it is in such conditions that it is most easily and willingly won away. Otherwise, it will cleave happily to its first match forever, and indeed has the unusual and engaging attribute of issuing a spontaneous lightning strike if another witch or wizard attempts to steal it.

The Phoenix feather his is one of the rarest core types. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

Animagus: American Staffordshire Terrier

(Real footage of Barnaby playing with Artemis, Rowan rec)

Misc Magical Abilities:

Parselmouth

Just like her brother Jacob, Artemis is a Parselmouth. She realized she was one when learning about Vipera Evanesca in her fifth year, a snake told her all about his life and she talked with him about her friends.

Seer

Artemis can see the future with her inner eye. She rembers giving prophecies since she was born and how she cried when she couldn’t see her brother’s future anymore, she can’t also see her own future. Artemis hates having prophecies at the most random times (example: when Barnaby was about to kiss her for the first time).

Animagus

Artemis can switch to a dog. She learned to do it with Talbott, even though they aren’t really close. She is not registered in the ministry.

Legilimency

Artemis was born with the ability to read other people’s minds.

Wandless and nonverbal magic

Artemis learned to cast nonverbal and windless magic with Rowan during their second year while they got bored during one of their sleepovers.

Boggart Form: Rowan’s dead body waking up and telling Artemis that it was her fault that she was dead.

Riddikulus Form: Rowan laughing with the fun that she bought with with Artemis

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) Rain, Cookies, Vanilla and Fire

Amortentia: (What do they smell?) Snow, Shepherd’s pie, Fresh Laundry and a hint of sandalwood

Patronus: Unicorn

Patronus Memory:

Dancing her heart out at the end of the fourth year with all of her friends in the courtyard thanks to a muggle stereo Jae had managed to smuggle in the castle

Mirror of Erised:

She sees her whole family just being there with her smiling, telling her how much they love her.

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Flipendo

Episkey

Riddikulus

Depulso

Protego

Colovaria

Arresto Momentum

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Amanda Arcuri

Game Appearance:

Height: 5��5 (169 cm)

Weight: 110 lbs

Physique: Slim

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Natural: brown, but she changes it every two weeks

Skin Tone: Ivory

Body Modifications:

Her mother pierced her ears when she was born. During her years at Hogwarts she got a lot of other piercings on her ears.

She got a septum when she was 15

She also has a small sun stick & poke on her wrist. She got it with Rowan when they were 13 & bored. Rowan has a moon in the same place.

Scarring:

She has small scars on her fingers due to failed spells

She also had a scar on her lower belly but she doesn’t remember how she got it.

Inventory: (what do they carry on them?)

Popcorn (”you always have to be ready to watch Merula fail at duels”), her mother’s necklace, candy, eye-liner, one of Barnaby’s rings and a dugbomb (”just in case”)

Fashion:

Converse are a must, she’s always wearing them (even when she shouldn’t). During the weekdays when she is not wearing her uniform you can find her sporting an old hoodie and some sweats around the castle. When she’s outside or on special occasion she has a 90s style,

I’ll link her Pinterest style board here once I do it.

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Affiliations/Organizations: The Grey family, The circle of Khanna, House of Gryffindor, British Ministry of Magic, Order of the Phoenix

Professions:

Gryffindor prefect (1988-1991)

Auror (1992-present day)

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: Outstanding

Charms: Outstanding

DADA: Outstanding

Flying: Exceeds Expectations

Herbology: Outstanding

History of Magic: Outstanding

Potions: Outstanding

Transfiguration: Outstanding

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding

Divination: Outstanding

Muggle Studies: Acceptable

Quidditch: TBD

Extra Curricular:

-Duelling Club

Favourite Professors:

Minerva McGonagall

Severus Snape

Sybilla Trelawney

Silwanus Kettleburn

Least Favourite Professors:

Patricia Rakepick

RELATIONSHIPS

Brother:

Jacob Apollo Grey

He used to be Artemis’ best friend, but after his disappearance she couldn’t help but think that their bond would never be the same

Father:

Xavier Grey

Xavier left when Artemis was 3. He never came back.

Mother:

Jennifer Bane

A very cold woman, she never know how to show her love to Artemis. After Jacob left she became verbally abusive towards her daughter.

Love Interest:

Barnaby Lee

Penny Haywood (one-sided love, 1985)

Best Friends:

Rowan Khanna

Jae Kim

Nymphadora Tonks

Tulip Karasu

Penny Haywood

Rival:

Merula Snyde

Ismelda Murk

Andre Egwu (friendly bc of quidditch)

Enemy:

Patricia Rakepick

Acromantula

Dormmates: (Who’s in your MC’s dorm with them?)

Rowan Khanna

Skye Parkin

Barnaby Lee (when he doesn’t get caught, sneaked in)

Pets:

Niffler named Plato

Abraxan named Achilles

Fairy named Roger

Closest Canon Friends:

Badeea Ali

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Liz Tuttle

Skye Parkin

Murphy McNully

Closest MC Friends:

Lizzie Parker ( @lizzieparkerhphm)

Luna Powell (currently 2nd year, one of my MCs)

If u wanna be friends with Artemis just dm me! I’d love to!

PERSONALITY

Artemis is kind, loyal and funny. She’s a bit bossy sometimes but she always everyone’s best interests at heart. She would literally do anything for her friends. She’s really impulsive and that often puts her in very dangerous situations. She’s also really smart.

MISC

Artemis started dying her hair during her second year, after Tonks pulled prank on her and put dye in her shampoo. She loved so much her green hair that she decided to always change her hair color (Colovaria helped, a lot too)

None’s ever seen Artemis with the same hair color for more that three weeks. Her friends often don’t recognize her from behind when she has a new dye

Artemis and Tulip throw the best parties. They got caught only once.

There’s an unwritten rule at Hogwarts, what happens at their parties stays in their parties.

Artemis loves muggle music, especially Queen and David Bowie.

Even though Snape is always pretty harsh, he’s one of her favorite professors (and deep down he has a soft spot for her).

Rowan and Skye found her during OWLs week at three am crying her heart while singing “love of my life” to a piece of paper where she had written “outstanding OWLs” and a bowl of ice-cream, probably stolen from the kitchen. They never talked about it.

Artemis is in love with the moon. She doesn’t know why, but she’s always felt connected to it. That’s why you can often find her in the astronomy tower just staring at the moon.

She ofter sneaks Barnaby in her room because the feeling of his arms around her helps her ease her nightmares and, when she has her visions, he’s able to calm her down almost instantly.

When Rowan died, he slept with her for two months. None of the professors said nothing.

Thanks to @hogwartsmystoryfor the template <3

#hphm #Harry Potter Hogwarts mystery #hogwats mystery #mc #hphm mc #character template #finally #jacob’s sibling #hphm jacob

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everythingoesnk · 5 years ago

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Good man

summary; you’re an angel (literally an angel) and the world needs you. what for? to babysit mclennon. spoiler: you cannot resist john.

word count; 3 248

disclaimers; i’m SO proud of this but give me feedback lol you just can’t imagine how much it helps and motivates to keep writing

warnings; cannot think of one.

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Too many of yours had been killed. Many others were still held in custody, tortured for the sole purpose of unleashing a war your community had been avoiding.

The smartest decision would’ve been to end the nonsense and face the enemy head-on, but again, you were angels. Dialogue always came first.

You learned the lesson.

This last year you’d been training and developing physical skills that initially don’t belong to your committee. What you didn’t know was the irrefutable decision the Parliament imposed in one of their meetings that they later would communicate to the nation: put into practice, only if necessary, the fighting tactics that you acquired. Not here, but on Earth. Long story short, become guardians. A large number of people understand that as angels that’s what you are. They’re not wrong, in a way.

On a final note, the Parliament concluded that its best pupils would descend to protect humans from the vehemence of the Evil.

Each angel has two people assigned.

Yours are Paul McCartney and John Lennon.

18th of June 1967, 15:18 pm

“Today marks six months since we met, and on top of that, it’s my birthday. Have you bought me anything?” Paul inquired from the sofa, straightening his neck to get a better view of your face.

It was difficult with you staring out the window, scanning every inch of the street and skyline, never turning to show any interest in what he was saying.

Dropping his head backwards, he added quietly, “And nothing happened”

“Is that disappointment in your tone?” you asked impassively, still not turning.

“Disappointment is not the word”

“What’s the word then?”

Your eyes travelled to a different point. No longer on the clouds that ventured the signs of a storm but on your partner and one of the other three funky insects.

Matt was near the metal gate, keeping an eye on the vicinities and probably rolling his eyes at the fans’ screeches coming from behind the entry, crying for any sort of interaction with their idols.

Not far from there John was sitting on the hood of his car.

Something must have told him he was being watched because he put down the hand with the cigarette and looked up to the same window you were at almost instantly.

An uneasy feeling that you couldn’t quite describe expanded around your heart after his inquisitive stare settled on you.

Flustered, you looked coyly to the left and right, because maybe Paul shifted to your side and you didn’t notice.

That got a small laugh from John.

Paul wasn’t in the room anymore but on the bathroom taking a pee, you could hear him. Regaining your usual erect composure, your brows pinched in a frown.

John got off the hood and put out the cigarette on the sole of his shoe before heading towards the building, looking in your direction once more with hands in his pockets and a sinful smirk tickling his lips.

“No,” you told Paul, observing John until he couldn’t be seen no more.

He shot you a confused glance as he finished pulling up the zipper.

“Babe, be more specific”

“I didn’t buy you anything” you concretized, facing him, “but I’m here to save your life in case you need to be saved. And if the moment comes I will, I’m a good warrior”

Paul blushed. He flapped his hand at you.

“It was a joke”

“I hope you were joking too about ‘nothing’ happening. You should be grateful you weren’t in any danger just yet”

You swore you could boil an egg in his face.

18th June 1967, 15:39 pm

“We’ll be back before dinner” Matt informed, putting on a jacket.

“Do the wings break through the clothes when you… invoke them?” Ringo asked.

George and John didn’t make any witty remarks, wondering the same secretly.

You and Matt exchanged looks. He shrugged and you thought it wasn’t worth your time answering.

“We do not invoke them. They appear when we need them”

Ringo kept asking questions but you didn’t focus on them, after all he was Matt’s responsibility. He was taking them –George and Ringo– to pay a visit to their wives. Matt missed driving so they didn’t mind him taking the wheel.

In Paul’s case it was Linda and her guardian who dropped by every now and then.

Due to the first impression of them, you thought Paul and John would be more demanding, however, they didn’t bother you and mostly stuck to doing their own thing.

Paul was taking a nap in the room next door; John’s whereabouts were unknown. You had to find him for his safety.

Gliding down the corridor you bumped into him.

You folded your arms across the chest.

“Where were you?”

“A fan dodged security and was waiting for me in the lobby. We talked for a bit and snapped a picture”

“For the thousandth time,” you groaned, annoyance streaming through your body like lava, “do not speak to anyone if I’m not around! Why do you keep disobeying my instructions?”

“She looked regular” he justified.

You looked at him as you might a cockroach.

“Demons disguise themselves accurately to fool jerks like you” you spat out.

Pulling a theatrical painful face, he brought a hand down to hold on to his dick and testicles, simulating that your words kicked him just there.

“Lennon, do not make it harder than it needs to be. I didn’t choose to have to follow you around like a puppy”

“Alright, can you take a moment to try and understand how overwhelming the situation is for us as well?” he argued, putting on hold his reckless demeanour.

Rubbing your eyes you sighed, “Yes, I can, but—”

“Forgive me”

“I forgive you, but don’t do it again”

A tender grin formed on his face, content that you didn’t put up much of a fight.

“Before I got interrupted I was actually on my way to get you. I wanna show you something”

You rolled your eyes. He’s so random.

Back in the room, he went straight to the piano. After tuning it his eyes wandered to the empty space he had next to him on the bench, waiting for you to take it.

Your expression switched from curious to stupefied.

Following his command you sat down.

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips and from lips to his fingers. He played so carefully and delicately in the beginning, introducing the prologue of his piece, that you lost yourself somewhere in the middle of it. Recalling the day you entered Heaven you shivered.

Music filled the air, hijacking every part of your mind.

The melody began to change, more macabre and haunting. It reminded you of everything beginning to fall apart, when the enemy showed no mercy and without guilt slayed the innocent.

You weren’t aware of how you were digging your fingernails in his leg, the shrieks of the victims ringing in your ear.

John stopped playing, placed his hand on top of yours and clasped it firmly, looking concerned.

You shook your head and instead walked away, needing space.

John squared his shoulders as he took a deep breath and sauntered up to you. Brows together, you shrank back.

“I didn’t want to upset you,” he said, respecting the distance.

You remained quiet, head buzzing.

He squinted at you and tilted his head.

“Talking about it might help you”

“Have you taken it on yourself to be my personal psychologist?”

He held your gaze. It was the pain talking, not you. He knew and he was going to be patient.

“It’s not your fault this is happening. Any of this”

“Stop”

“You need to hear it. You have this vast weight on your shoulders—”

“I could’ve done something!” you hollered, saturated with the remorse you’d been accumulating. You knew you weren’t responsible for the cataclysm. He didn’t… he didn’t understand. “Those monsters killed them in front of me! Marta, Norman, Charlie! I can still feel how my body jarred after witnessing every stab and poisoned bite. Blood was gushing out of their mouths and I did nothing!”

The image of you petifried watching them die and not being able to help repulsed you.

How could you have been so cruel?

John held his breath. That was what was torturing you.

“You aren’t responsible for their deaths”

“Aren’t I?” you fumed, the void in the middle of your heart widening. “You know nothing”

The bitterness in your voice made his nostrils flare.

Through his bones echoed the determination to cure your scars. However, he understood it wasn’t his job to heal you.

“And I’ll never get to apologize”

You could sense John’s question without him actually asking.

“Demons get to exist thanks to the souls they rip from their owners. The bodies vanished after that” you explained, feeling dizzy.

Throat dry, you brought a hand to your forehead.

Beneath your typical mask of coldness never would have John imagined you were battling against yourself.

It brought him back to when he felt like he could have prevented his mum from leaving the house, saving her life. He was seventeen. Seventeen, not three or four. He could have warned her about the insanity of driving under those conditions. The wind was brutal that day, and it rained cats and dogs. Instead, he kissed her cheek good-bye and went to his room.

He blamed himself too at first. It was a long and tormenting process, but he comprehended he wasn’t guilty. You’d get to that point eventually, he thought, you’d have only gotten yourself killed too if you’d have intervened.

The breeze that came through the window dried your tears and moved the hair away from your notable cheekbones. He attempted to reach out to you for the second time. You just stared at him, biting your quivering lower lip. He stood before you, eyes boring into your mournful ones.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you slowly against him. You sobbed into his chest as you snuggled closer for shelter.

John pressed his cheek onto the top of your head.

“It’s not your fault” he repeated, emotion palpable in his tone.

It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault.

2nd of February 1968, 12:13 pm

Matt dug his elbow into your ribs.

“He fell for you,” he said with a huge smirk, and imitated your pose: hands laced behind the back, eyes closed and body toward the sun taking in its pleasant rays.

“Shouldn’t have” you muttered after a pause, forcing the letters out of your mouth.

“That card you keep playing of apathy is ridiculous”

“I’m not playing any apathy card”

“Pretending you have no feelings for John won’t make it easier tomorrow”

You blinked and turned to him. He opened his and fixed them on you.

“I’m simply prioritizing other things”

“What other things are those?”

He knew already.

He knew that the things you just claimed to prioritize over your damn feelings were nonexistent. Like always, he was right. You didn’t want to triple the suffering that implied separating from John by confessing.

War was over. Angels defeated the beasts and freed themselves and humanity; home awaited your kind.

“My dear (Y/N),” Matt laughed dreamily, “you have all the time in the world to wait for him. Find out if he will still love you then”

3th of February 1968, 18:21 pm

John lost track of the number of times he rehearsed the torrent of words he planned on telling you.

He raised his hand and put it in a fist. Up in the air, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to knock on the door. Explicit terms and a deep groan escaped his lips. He dropped it and inhaled deeply, heart pounding frantically.

When he thought he was ready to finally do it Paul emerged from the closest corner, sprinted and knocked four times, running afterwards to the room that George and Ringo shared before John could catch him. And he did try.

“Ay! You want a fuckin’ hole in your face, you punk?!” he banged on their door, getting angrier with their laughs.

He almost lost it when Ringo hummed ‘With A Little Help From My Friends’.

Nonplussed, you crossed your arms and stood watching John from your spot after opening the door.

Just like before, his sensor did not fail him. He stopped his actions shortly and whirled around. Reddening abruptly, for a second he was sure his face was on fire.

You cleared your throat.

“Well?”

Cautiously, his brain stuttering, he glided the necessary steps to be in front of you.

He opened his mouth but didn’t get to say anything because Matt appeared from behind you.

“Who is—”

Immediately after seeing John his eyes widened.

“Oh God! I’m sorry! Were you- Oh my God, I’m sorry! Shit, go on” he gasped, and literally hurried inside.

That only aggravated the layer of crimson sprayed in John’s complexion.

You wanted to laugh but didn’t, obviously he was there to make the first move. You flashed him a small smile for support. He smiled at you too in return.

“Follow me”

Imperceptible in his voice, he succeeded in hiding elsewhere he feared rejection.

You raised an eyebrow teasingly. He frowned then chuckled in realization.

“Please?”

You giggled, which sounded way too girly for your liking, and took his hand in yours.

John led the way to the rooftop of the hotel.

Garlands of white and pink roses decorated the space, and since the sun was setting, you got to see how the orangy golden lights ghosted over John’s skin which made him look not handsome but celestial. At the distance, a trail of a plain crossed the horizon. You admired the view for a few more seconds and then drifted your eyes back to him.

The kindness and love reflected in his felt as warm as a kiss on the forehead of your favourite person in the world.

“I have to be quick, you don’t have much time”

He wasn’t wrong. You had to leave soon.

“Here, take this” he handed you a paper folded in half. “Open it when you’re there”

You averted the gaze towards the sheet and nodded. His eyes desperately searched yours again. Every second counted.

“I love you” he blurted out, a bizarre combination of panic and hope evident on his face. Like a child who just confessed that he broke granny’s vase, praying not to be grounded. “And I really, really want to kiss you”

The longing in his request melted your heart.

When you were about to let him know that you wanted it too you felt it in your back. You felt the muscles pulling the skin, pushing to make their way through to the outside.

One moment they weren’t there the other your wings were now displayed broadly for him to see.

They raised themselves, ready for departure.

John’s mouth fell open.

Unable to stop staring at their grandiosity and splendour, heartbeat wildly pumping, he ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said breathlessly.

With tears in your eyes, you cupped his head in your hands and laid your mouth on his mouth without prior notice.

In that very instant, right there, the world stopped spinning.

He moved his silky wet lips against yours, pressing you further in until there was no space in between when the saltiness of your teardrops mixed with the saliva.

Your wings started aching awfully by now, and you knew what that meant.

Not wanting to, you pulled back from the kiss, lips burning.

“No” he purred, holding you in place, fingers gripping so tight around your upper arms that the skin beneath them turned white.

“John, it’s time”

Brokenhearted, you withdrew fully after rubbing your noses in an affectionate eskimo kiss.

You nudged intimately his chin up with your thumb.

John didn’t want to miss the opportunity to absorb your dazzling beauty thus he forced his eyes open.

“Part of my heart will stay with you. Remain a good man, Lennon, and return it to me. I trust that we’ll meet again in due course”

3th February 1968, 23:33 pm

Excitement throbbed in you. Seating cross-legged, you created walls with your wings to avoid snoopers and unfolded the paper.

It was a piano score. At the bottom of it, written in his handwriting, was a small note:

“I changed the ending. Now it’s about finding peace and picking up your broken bits to build a stronger armour. You’re a fierce woman, (Y/N), but whenever that feeling tightens and saddens your heart, play this”

Tangled in a mix of joy and sorrow, you half smiled as a tear rolled down your cheek and chin, landing in John’s signature.

8th December 1980, 22:50 pm

Everyone fell silent.

You noticed that all of your fellow companions and friends had their gazes bonded to the same spot. Slowly, you turned to check what they were looking at, and you nearly passed out.

He rarely visited. Only when he had good reasons to.

Gait steady, knowing very well what he was doing, he gave a quick look around as he paced.

His eyes found you.

Saint Peter offered you a reassuring smile, causing everyone to snap their heads at you.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)”

You swallowed.

“Y-yes?” you sputtered.

“I believe you’ll want to see this”

Uncertain, you joined him, not before sending Matt a doubtful look.

In any case, all your questions were answered when you reached the Gates and saw who was waiting for you. His wings were even more impressive, glittering and elegant than anyone else’s.

He was touching their feathers, inspecting them.

You ran to embrace him. Off guard as you took him, his arms were trapped under yours, preventing him from being able to hug you back.

“You shouldn’t be here. What happened, John?” you said, a million thoughts rushing through your mind.

“(Y/N)…” Saint Peter warned.

Under no circumstances it was allowed to ask for the reason behind someone’s death nor tell yours. It was the rules; the subject was forbidden.

You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded.

Taking a couple of steps back, you looked up to him. John bored his eyes into yours, lips stretching into a dainty smile.

“Hello, love. I took great care of the piece of your heart that you borrowed me” he said, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “The time has come, I can give it back”

“It was for you, dummy” you answered with a laugh, voice cracking.

He dropped his head shyly to the floor, smile growing larger.

You followed where his eyes were pointing at, only to see his bare toes scrunching into the delicacy and softness of the cloud, getting familiar with it.

“I’m sorry you’re here” you whispered, honestly horrified that he didn’t get the chance to grow old.

“I was never scared of dying,” he spoke, slowly raising his head, “because I knew I’d be with you”

Staring at each other, none spoke for a moment.

“I love you too, by the way,” you admitted, pink arising in your cheeks. “I realized after I left that I didn’t say it back”

John smirked. He caressed your face and you felt the butterflies in your tummy flutter.

Love danced in the brightness of his eyes.

“Show me Heaven, (Y/N)”

#john lennon #john lennon x reader #ringo starr #george harrison #paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon imagine #john lennon fanfic #john lennon fanfiction #angst #angels and demons #tayloredstarr

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ellie-scribble · 5 years ago

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She’s So High

A Bucky x Reader fic written for @littledarlinhavefaithinme‘s Sebastian Stan Summer Song Writing Challenge. I had the song She’s So High by Tal Bachman

Summary: Bucky like you. Like, really likes you. He thinks the world of you, but he knows he will never be on your level. Until you ask him out.

Warnings: Fluff + angst

Word Count: 2480ish

A/N: i had a little trouble writing this, but i hope it’s okay. i used the song as a sort of baseline for the story, not in it necessarily. my tag list and requests are open. the gif isn’t mine but damn is it ever hot

When you first joined the avengers, Bucky didn’t know what to think. You had been first recruited to SHIELD due to your uncanny ability to sneak into places, hack computers, and overall being a good, well, spy. You were basically Natasha Romanoff without the badass backstory. That was, at least, until you were captured.

During one of your missions, your partner agent was shot, and had to retreat. You, however, kept going with your mission to acquire HYDRA secrets. You were copying the flash drive when a group of men attacked you. They took you down with a single shot of some weird advanced alien tech gun.

That was when the experimenting began.

After about 3 months of being HYDRA’s lab rat, the Avengers finally were able to come and rescued you. Only, you had changed. The experiments that HYDRA had done altered your DNA. You could manipulate light. Any kind of light. Which was pretty cool.

Tony Stark seemed to think so, too, so he requested that you join the team. Well, not so much requested as demanded. But you were stoked, so it didn’t take much persuasion. You got along with most of the team, Steve was kind, Tony was almost a father figure for you, Sam was your pranking buddy, and Nat and Wanda were your source of estrogen in a sea of testosterone. Bucky Barnes, however, was another story.

Ever since you were first introduced to the Avengers, you felt like Bucky was avoiding you. Which sucked, because you happened to have a huge crush on him. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he froze up, and left the room as soon as possible. You thought it was because he hated you, but in reality, it was quite the opposite.

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When Bucky first laid eyes on you, he knew he was a goner. He never really believed in love at first sight, but this was definitely a close second. When you walked into the compound, practically glowing, he forgot what he was thinking about before. When you introduced yourself, your voice was more enchanting than any melody he had ever heard, 40’s and today.

You were, quite honestly, perfect. Which was why he had to keep his distance. He couldn’t risk the chance of ruining you.

It always shocked him when you talked to him. Why would someone as good as you talk to the likes of him? HYDRA’s plaything and the Winter Soldier. So, he froze.

Every. Damn. Time. And when he finally unfroze, instead of talking to you, he left.

He only confided in Steve with his dilemma.

“She’s so perfect, Steve. What could I ever give her?” He complained one day. Steve had always listened to what he said, and his response never changed in the four months he’d been asking.

“Just talk to her, Buck. She just wants to spend time with you, but all you ever do is turn her away. She thinks you hate her.”

“Hate her?” Bucky’s eyes grew wide with fear. “How could anyone hate her? She- she’s-”

“Perfect, I know,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes. “Just go for it, Buck.” With that, Steve got up and left Bucky alone in the living room. The TV played in the background, but Bucky wasn’t paying attention. So, when you walked in, he was taken completely off-guard.

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Today was the day that you decided to man up and ask Bucky to hang out sometime. When you woke up in the morning, you were originally going to find him right away, but you chickened out and went to the gym instead. After sparring with Nat (losing to Nat) for about an hour, you went to the kitchen to get something to eat. You probably should have just showered in the gym, but the shower in your room was much nicer. When you walked into the kitchen, you saw the one person you had wanted to see sitting in the adjoined living room.

You knew you should have showered.

“Hey,” you started.

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When you spoke, Bucky was startled, which shouldn’t have happened, considering his super-hearing, but nevertheless, he sprung up off the couch.

“H-Hi.” Dammit, he thought. He was already losing his composure. To be fair, you were dripping sweat in those damn short shorts and a sports bra, and it was the hottest thing he’d seen in a while. He hated himself for thinking these things, but he couldn’t help it.

You were unbelievably attractive even straight from a workout. If he ever saw you dressed up, he would probably faint on the spot.

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You knew he was probably disgusted by your sweatiness, but it was now or never.

“Um, so there’s this new restaurant opening tonight in Brooklyn. I was wondering if you maybe wanna go?” You were so nervous. You were probably shaking like a leaf, and he could definitely hear your heartbeat fluttering. You almost fled the room right then and there, not being able to face it if he said no. Your mind raced, and little did you know that his did, too.

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Bucky barely heard the words that were coming out of your mouth. The only reason he knew you were talking to him was because he could see your lips moving and his heart was racing. His heartbeat was deafening in his ears. It was almost as if he was hearing double.

“What?” he croaked. Curse his voice for cracking now. He hated himself for not knowing what you said to him, but his mind was focused on so many other things at the moment. First and foremost why you were talking to him.

“New restaurant in Brooklyn. Opening. You- me go?”

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Fuck. You nearly face-palmed at how stupid you got around him. Why was this so difficult?

“Stark said he could get us a table, all we had to do was ask. So, would you want to?”

There. That was better. Now, all he had to do was say yes. You begged whatever god was listening that he would say yes. You had already planned an outfit and gotten your hopes up way to high for them to be shot down.

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Was- was she asking me out? No. She couldn’t be. It must be a misunderstanding. She must have asked other people to come, too. Yeah, that sounds right.

“Sure. What time?”

He needed to know how much time he had to mentally prepare for a team dinner. Yes, he saw them almost every day, but a sit-down dinner where all there was to do was talk and eat? No thanks.

“Tonight, around 7. Is that good for you?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then.”

“Great.”

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You were mentally screaming. You had just asked Bucky Barnes out on a date. Successfully. Now all you had to do was get ready, and mentally prepare yourself. You walked back to your room and showered, spotting your dress you had picked out for the evening laid out on your bed.

While showering, you pulled out all the usual pre-date stops. Hair treatment, shaving, face mask, and your rose scented lotion afterwards. You couldn’t help humming to yourself as you rubbed your newly softened legs.

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Around 6, Bucky went to Steve to see what he was wearing for the night out. He didn’t want to be too casual, but he also didn’t want to wear a tux when he didn’t have too.

“Hey Steve?” Bucky called through his door.

“Come in.”

Bucky walked in to see Steve in sweatpants sitting on his bed watching TV. He wondered to himself why he wasn’t getting prepared for the night ahead of them. Even if it wasn’t a mission, Steve always got prepared hours beforehand, in case anything went wrong.

“What are you wearing for tonight?” At this question, a look of confusion washed over Steve’s face.

“What’s tonight?”

“Dinner. At that new place in Brooklyn? Y/N asked me to go earlier. The whole team is coming,”

“She didn’t say anything to me,” Steve replied, his brow furrowing in confusion as he did.

Bucky was confused, to say the least. Why hadn’t you invited Steve? He thought you were on good terms. Maybe you just didn’t want to hear about what the dessert would do to your body, or how unhealthy everything was. It still didn’t make sense, though.

“That's weird. She asked me in the kitchen a little while ago. I thought she would’ve asked everyone else by now.”

Steve’s face morphed into a look of realization.

“Buck, did she say she was asking the whole team?”

“Well, no, but I just-”

“Assumed?” Bucky was interrupted by Steve’s question. Well, not so much a question as a statement. Steve knew Bucky better than he knew himself at some times.

“Well, yeah. I mean, why else would she ask me?” Steve made no sense sometimes. Why would you, of all people, ask just him to dinner?

“Bucky,” Steve said, shaking his head, ”She asked you on a date.”

Bucky stood there, shaking his head. It couldn’t be true. There was obviously some sort of misunderstanding. Steve didn’t get it. You were on a whole other level above him. You would never go on a date with him.

“No. She didn’t. I know she didn’t.”

“Maybe you just don’t want it to be a date.” Steve gave Bucky a look that he didn’t know how to take.

“Why would I not want it to be a date? I’ve liked her since she came here,” he replied. He remembered the day very clearly. It was the last day of June, and it was raining outside. He only knew it was raining because Steve forced him to go on a run. After he had showered, he went to the briefing room, where Tony had called a meeting. He said he wanted to introduce the newest member of the team, Y/N. You used to be a SHIELD agent, but after a few developments, thanks to HYDRA, you could literally manipulate light. You must have been doing that when you walked in, because you were glowing. Or, maybe, Bucky just saw you as you were. But to him, you were definitely glowing.

“You tell me.” Steve was not yielding. He just wanted Bucky to acknowledge the fact that even though he wanted to be with you, he was scared. Every good thing he had was taken from him when he was with HYDRA, and he didn't want to lose you, too. He thought that if he kept you at an arm's distance, HYDRA wouldn't use you against him. After saying this, Steve got up and left, leaving Bucky in his room to think.

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You were in the kitchen, ready, at 6:30 when Steve walked in. You were huddled over your computer, looking at the menu to decide what you wanted tonight. You liked to do this ahead of time so that when you got there, you didn't have to awkwardly ask for a few more minutes from the waiter.

“Hey,” Steve said. You looked up from reading what was in the Gnocchi Alla Panna. It sounded pretty good from what you were reading, but it was red pasta, and you always spilled when you ate. Plus, this was a new dress and you didn't need to ruin it your first time wearing it.

“Hey. Do you know where Bucky is?”

“Yeah, we were just talking and he has no idea what to wear for tonight. Should I tell him you’re wearing a dress?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Oh. Is he really nervous? We could always cancel. Maybe it's best if we don’t-”

“Y/N, stop.” At the sound of Steve’s “captain” voice, you stopped rambling. “Yes Bucky is nervous, but rightfully so. This is his first date since 1945, and- and he really likes you. Don’t tell him I said that.”

As Steve walked out of the room, you pondered what he said. You knew that it had been a while for Bucky, but you hoped you were close enough that it wouldn’t be nerve wracking for him to talk to strangers. It seemed he was even more nervous though, because it was you.

Now that you were thinking about it, Bucky did seem to always be flustered around you. You had always attributed it to Bucky being Bucky, but now? You wondered if it was more.

All these thoughts were floating through your mind when Bucky walked through the doorway of the kitchen. Your breath was suddenly sucked out of your lungs.

Bucky looked good.

You had seen him in a tuxedo before, at the many events that Tony insisted on holding, and he looked nice, but out of place. He looked like he would rather be infiltrating a HYDRA base than wearing a suit at a gala. But now? He had never looked more like Bucky.

He wore a white button-up shirt with black jeans, and of course, his leather jacket. His hair was combed back and his beard had been trimmed. All in all, Bucky looked hot.

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Bucky couldn’t even think when he walked into the room.

The light blue dress you wore matched the color of his eyes and he couldn’t help but think it was on purpose. As you turned to greet him, he couldn’t breathe. You were gorgeous. He suddenly forgot all of his dates in the 40’s because you outshone them all in this instant. Perfect didn’t come close to describing you in this instant.

“Hi,” you say with a huge smile on your face.

“Hi,” he replied. His heart fluttered at the simple greeting. He really was enamored with you. After a couple moments of stillness, he realized he should do something. He took your arm in his and steered you towards the elevator, faking all the confidence in the world. In reality, he was unbelievably worried about everything. He was most likely sweating all over, and even someone without super senses could feel his heart speeding away.

But, he was happy. Truly happy. For the first time in a while. Yes, he enjoyed spending time with Steve and Natasha, hell even Sam wasn’t so bad sometimes. But with you, it was different. He could finally be himself. Not the fake old Bucky he pretended to be around Steve. Not the badass soldier he acted as with Natasha. And definitely not the child he became when he was with Sam. But himself. He could be himself around you.

You brought out the best in him. You made the clouds disappear. You turned everything he hated about himself into his best qualities. You made him feel wanted. And, yeah, that scared him, but with you, he was willing to try.

So, he dropped the fake confidence, and became the person you made him into.

The Bucky that you had unknowingly come to love.

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roseprincesskristina · 4 years ago

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Zero's Delicious Revenge

((Hey guys and gals. Just wanna revamp a few sentences to make really clear and steamy for ya. Once again for those who are young, you don't need to read this fiction. It's for adults only. So without any further ado, please enjoy the story! 😊))

Downwards into the dark yet unknown torture room, somewhere hidden or secret underneath the Hunter Base, that no one, not even the pacifist hunter would even try to find out about it. For it is unlike any other styles that anyone saw into a horror movie or shows watched on TV. Someone crazed for domination to arrive towards humanity to become rid of from earth before the true beginning of a new world for only the strongest reploids to stand by his side until there's nothing left. A former commander of the Maverick Hunters whose morality have morphed from sane to mad due to the unavoidable Wily Virus, have been chained against or to the walls built with auto control restraints just to cease him from planning to flee. He is known as Sigma, supreme king of the Mavericks. He would slowly open his eyes to regain his consciousness. The last thing that he had remembered is from the previous battle with Zero, now becoming stronger than he was in the past and won. Secondly, thinking about trying to become victorious until the continuation of his usual schemes by erasing the existence of all organic individuals once and for all. Before delivering the drastic finale, the fire colored hunter would then pull out a powerful trick from his sleeve, by transforming into the unstoppable Absolute Zero. Ending the epic duel at once with a quick swift of his Calamitous Arts, damaging his arch foe without hesitation thus far. Humiliation has clothed him for his arrogance against the Class A sword wielder, the sins poured upon his greatness as punishment for the destruction of mankind while his enemy calls for backup to arrest him.

"This is not over yet, hunter... In return, I will regain my dream of creating a new world for only the strongest reploids to become free of the disdainful humans..." Pledged the defeated boss, growling of vengeance. Before escorting him to the containment jail, the scarlet crusaders proceeded toward him with hands planted on the hips and smirked at him mockingly.

"Honestly, I hardly felt bad for you, Sigma. For your so called dreams for a grand world, always end up being turned into ruin by us Maverick Hunters. And yet, you still don't learn. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll earn yourself a private underground cell for not so long time until you're a good boy." He chuckled. "And by the way, I'll be your harden warden from now on." Then he patted the bald villain's head until snapping his fingers as a signal for the other hunters to take him away to HQ.

And now, here he is. Trapped within the doorless shack of a prison facility, covered into the wounds of his nemesis's claws and arms completely destroyed or hacked off permanently.

"Argh.... C...Curse him.... I had almost dismantled him if I didn't gain the chance to strike him down before his transformation...." Staggered the irregular boss, coughing up a few drops of blood while trying to speak clearly. "W...Where am I? And....what happened to my arms?!"

His answers to a few mysterious questions was right above him the entire time, from the last fight as he was hanging upside down like a bat into the cave. But this time, he's the repli-fied version.

"He he he he he he...... Oh poor useless commander... You still haven't learn, have you? Always posing yourself as the large hotshot whose too perfect to clean his pride... Or maybe to wash his own ass..." Said the unknown reploid. Chuckling darkly at his failure.

"You... Show yourself this instant and face me!" Screamed the big boss of the Maverick society, looking into a slow condition to view who is was.

A surprise has rained down upon him when the blacked themed android hovers by land, revealing himself to him as, you guest it, Zero. He grinned with a menacing plot in store for the scarred villain in chains, with no arsenal or hands to protect him from his deadly claws.

"Peek-a-boo...."

"So it is you, Zero..."

"Hello, Sigma... How do you like your new home? It suits your doomed misery quite well, obviously. But enough of that. Because I'm your worst nightmare now and this time, my revenge for turning me against my boyfriend by your pathetic control is strongly personal.... "

"Hmph... Ignorant hunter.... Do you really think your feeble threats would even phase me, the unbeatable Sigma? You're completely out of your elements..." He scoffed. "No one would ever hope to defeat m-!"

Then, he was interrupted by the clawed hand grasping violently just to shut him up. But the goth themed vampire was still calm with expression, not even amazed by his gloating whatsoever.

"Sigma Sigma Sigma... Seriously, are you even listening to yourself? That sad attempted speech of yours is always humiliating to me. Plus, it really annoys the hell out of me completely more than Axl's immaturity. No matter what you always do in order to change the world for your disgusting amusement, it will always fail by my hands, including X's. Using me as your so called "prized creation" just to force my decisions into beating my beloved boyfriend, but not this time. Nor ever. From now on, I'm in control of my own self today, and let's just say, that you're positively shit out of luck here. Without your precious minions to cover your helpless ass or anything that you hold dear within your pockets, it's all gone. Every. Single. One. And guess what, big boy? You're gonna be much more fun to play with when nobody's even around to interrupt our alone time... And additionally, my bitch..."

Proceeding his face and body towards him into a close action while placing the claws onto his chest, grinning once more but showing his devious white diamond fangs. Ready to pierce some flesh and synthetics. Before doing to what Sigma would've thought of his opponent would do, he whispers into his ear port with a flirtatious manner.

"But you know what, I think you're actually kinda hot when you're vaguely miserable and weak in that naughty condition~ In fact, it makes me very, VERY horny to just suck your wounded lips right now~ And mostly, I find you aggressively attractive~" He said with a quiet yet sultry tone, placing his hands onto the big bad wolf's cheeks. Staring into his eyes before the beginning of this "tortuous interrogation". "How about a little fun, or maybe perhaps, a kiss~?"

"W...What?!" He said in a surprised state, weakly blushing. Hardly anything in his mind to reply, but alas, he was silenced by the biting kiss in the mouth.

"Hissssssssssssss~ Hush your shitty tongue, "commander"~ And let me drain your glorious bravery from your broken chatterbox...sexually~" Hissed the terrifying blood sucker silently, attempting to zip his trap by pressing his mouth into the former commanding officer's.

And finally during the horrifying talk towards him, the blond demon would desperately began to make out with his enemy all over as well as the jacked neck. Hands stroking from behind the back so smoothly, running his tongue across the face and travels into his mouth by a deep kiss. So hungrily that the core inside of him is pleading for more, but his revenge needs it instead.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" He once again shouted, trying to break away the unbreakable mouth lock.

"Mmmm~ Oh yes~ I want to hear your crying squeals, big boy~ It really increases my thirsty needs~" Moaned Zero, craving for more of such delectable hollers. How it does represent the music to his hearing ports. Much more beautiful to enjoy.

In difficult situations like the ones during a kidnapping scene, where a victim was abducted by a criminal for a proper beating of sexual abuse in order to get what they want. Right now, it's almost similar to what the winged Wily bot is doing to the irregular king, but with a tortuous seduction with no conclusion until vengeance has been earned immediately. He is strongly mad for such a massive neck like Sigma's during his love making madness. Scratching his bald head into a circulatory motion, slurping in his mouth all forcibly as the starving loin waiting for his prey to appear for dinner. Such depraved agony for the doomed ex commander, now trapped within the palms of his vampiric warden.

He finally started to shiver in cowardice increasingly due to the visions he had. Now, that nightmare has came true to scare away his soul, if he had one. Attempting to retrieve his bravery by shrugging his head to get away, but a futile trickery such as that will grant him the maximum dose of terrorized punishment.

"It's effortless to think about fighting back in your weak condition, big man~ In fact, there isn't gonna BE any hope for you now~ He he he he~" Chuckled the menacing android. Continuously slobbering more pain and destruction upon the crushed master of evil. Instead, with a passionate position during his permanent mouth to mouth kiss.

"Mmmmph....! Mmmmmmmph!"

"Mmm~ Mmmmmm~ God, your bruised lips are so hot, papa~ It's just the way I like it for the first time~ The desirable pain from you has gotten me REALLY satisfied~" For he's quite right, this torturing phenomenon was incredibly intriguing to him. "Give it to me, ya big bitch~"

"You are...foolishly insane, Zero...." Coughed the battered evil doer, whose spirit will be crushed soon until the nightmare was over.

"That's right~ I'm correctly bat shit for your helplessness showering all over me, running all over my crotch just to please me~ But now, I want more from you~" Licking his pale lips of a starving attitude, he approached himself to the large baddie for a second of his weaken but scrumptious kiss.

"Pucker up, daddy~" Whispered the hard killing droid, yearning for some kinky tongue to tongue action. Inserting his into the enemy for a slow search of his cowardice to eat. Deeper than ever before.

Sigma, also known as the ultimate leader of all things irregular who rules with a powerful yet gruesome fist than iron, has now become the frantic victim of unlimited chaos which is standing in front of him. No hope, dreams, weapons or arms. All that he have ever possessed was already taken from him by force. Along with his rank, popularity, fearlessness and spirit, now belonging to the evil dark themed hunter to steal. It was all over for him as he began to talon his whole body, instead of ripping it off. Having his entire armor to freeze with more restraint. Greatly scared for his life, Zero forcibly pins him to the wall for some delectable playtime at last. Or otherwise, his dinner.

"Well, Sigma~ I'd really hate to stop our get together activity so soon, however, there's nothing more better than to snack onto something....fierce~ Ah~ And finally it was there in front of me the whole time~"

"No.... P...Please.... I beg of you.... Anything but this...." He shattered with fear.

"Shhh~ Don't worry, big bear~ I'm fully aware that it won't hurt....much~" Purred the onyx incubus, with red eyes glowing unlike the dangerous monster in the closet.

The grand finale has made its appearance, for the long patience has been concluded at last. He tilted his head closely to the neck of a muscular maverick who is permanently victimized and surrounded by the ghosts of Nightmare Viruses floating above him, taunting his failures for not destroying the elite forces or to achieve his desires for a paradise world for reploids only. All will go against him for eternity when it comes to weaknesses. For he had no other choice but to give in of being a slave.

"Do as you wish.... For I lack the reason to live without the purpose... You have won... Maverick Hunter Zero..." He finally admitted towards him. Losing his chances to establish a new world to rid the humans from hoping to ever exist alongside reploids.

"Now that's more like it~... But unfortunately, it's too late for apologies this time~"

Then, finally, he have inserted his fangs deeply into his opponent's neck, sexually feasting in peace until Sigma began to scream loudly just to satisfy his extreme vengeance forever.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yeeeeeeeeessss~ Scream for me now, big daddy~" He whispered, impaling the pointed fangs deeper. Ohh, you're such a naughty maverick, aren't ya~? Looks like I'm gonna have to punish you more~" Aroused Zero.

He kept preying even harder, but moans in complete and utter silence while holding the threatening villain down. Wrapping his arms around the body to claw diagonally into a calm pace to full his enjoyment. Grinding his black armored anatomy onto his with extreme lust, grasping his enormous ass with one of his hands and slaps it into a hot way during his fun time. Secondly, participated into the tongue lock as well before folding his wings around both of them for a darker privacy in mind. WIthout interferences.

"Mmmmmm~ Oh Sigma~ Sweet Sigma~ How I love your terrifying squeals of the night~ For it bounds before my superiority as the new and true badass of Abel City to welcome my powerfulness~ Feed me more of your fear~ For my hunger for revenge has reached its end~ But my meal will never become the conclusion~" He spoke, licking his ear port all the way. Once again, hissing very loudly to return to the neck for an endless supper.

"No.... It couldn't be....No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

"He he he.... Keep howling, Sigma boy~ But nobody's gonna hear it from you~ And now, it's dinner time~" Running his extended tongue once more and across his decimated body before going back on his dinner. Caressing over his steel crotch by interest has shown a lustful smirk upon his pale face for just a little scavenger hunt.

"Damn, Sigma~ That's a nice looking bolt you got down here~" Impressed the shadowed blonde, soothing the maverick lord's glory box.

"U...Ugh...." Groaned the threatening villain whose throat have been crippled, felt of his rival's bladed claws tighten of the grasp by the crotch.

"Mmm~ You know, it would be very bad of me just to ruin a sexy piece of massiveness, but it makes a perfect chance for me to punish it~" And so, with that of a remarkable thought in mind of interrogation, he grips the golden treasure of his arch enemy due to the extreme hardness, provoking the scarred eyed devastator to groan of a scream for a clear taste. Including a few slappings, motioning, etc to force him to cry.

"Oh yes~ I wanna hear more of your agonizing squeals, big baby~ it makes my body feel so hot~" Intrigued the black clad vampire. "Even your low hardness really inspires my interests when I "abuse" it~"

And so, he does that when dominating the large superior's hard bolt so sensually. Caressing, groping along with a little thirsty cheek licking to rise up the mood of this dungeon as well as his interests.

"Man, you must've been exercising that brave box quite a lot, Sigma~" He meowed, while running his tongue all over the face. "But, I bet it can hardly survive against my bloody palms~"

"Grr...." He snarled, like an impatient toddler.

"Oh there's no need to get all pouty, my commanding slave~ While I'm the king of this jungle, all I can do now is torment your fragile yet gorgeous body with mine~ All the time~" Leaning his body against the enemy's for an even fascinating fun, secondly with his hand remained attached towards the harden maverick jewel by grip. Purring rapidly into his ear port and advancing his tongue all over him including the neck, legs, lips and ears. Grinding endlessly, anatomy to anatomy into a sensually condition. Every single time or day and night.

"U...Unh..." Moaned the irregular predator, who either enjoys the torment or despise it.

"Mmmm~ Come on, big bitch~ You know you love it when I ground you for being a naughty maverick~" He hissed seductively, taking the other hand to spank his massive ass. "Unh~ Mmm~ Now who's your master~?

"H...Hmph..." He refused. But without his bravery or fearlessness to save him from the clad hunter. "You are...."

"Good boy~ Now let me kiss you and everything you have, so violently~" He purred again, pulling his face towards for an aggressive lip to lip in order to please his hunger. Deeply with force all over with no stopping whatsoever, along with the grabbing of the ass and polishing his body by smooth grinding.

"Unh.... U... Unh...."

"Oh yes~ Yes~ Give it to me, big boy~ Unh~ Unh~ God, you're even more sexier in your disintegrated state~" He moaned without ever needing to rest.

Then, the enormous overlord have descended his heartbroken tears from his peers, wanting the ex maverick to wipe them all out by his tongue and silencing his sobbing with a relaxing mouth lock once more. Returning to yet another of his private torture by sensually neck kissing all the way before it's done.

"Mmm~ Your bold neck is so delectable and yet, very sexy as hell, big daddy~" He said to the leader of the mavericks with an invigorating tone, making love to it. "Somehow, I'm amused of its crippled feature right now, but I still think of it as honestly hot~"

And that, it's absolutely true. For the horrid neck does look very tasty at its best for the shadow armored hunter's sexual liking. For his attempt to abuse it for a slight minute would even cause him to blush of naughtiness. Or perhaps something else. But no matter to him anyway for his continuation of the victim's neck will be the most scrumptious meal of all.

"C...Curse you once more, Zero.... Curse your impudent foolishness for destroying my schemes...." Growled the half broken mad maverick weakly.

"Aww, tryna burf out your little insults at me~? Now that's not very nice at all~ But since you've been an honest prick of a maverick, I'll decide to let you off with a warning~" Spoke the reploid demon. Slurping his tongue all across the ear port and the bulk chest before going back to his playful supper.

"I'm gonna enjoy violating you in your dreams so badly, bitch~" He said, continuously crippling the ex superior by punishing his body after everything he took away that was dear to him, sucking on his nose and mouth very hard.

"Y...You barbaric maniac..." He spilled. All cramped and battered from an endless torture.

"Mmm~ I love it when your low level insults kept pouring all over me~ It feels so hot~" The blond was intrigued, caressing his body while imagining himself being showered by his bald nemesis's crappy ridicules. Rocking his tongue around like crazy. Resuming his private business by slobbering once more all over the irregular king by fangs, pleasuring his iron crotch into a loop while breathing a sultry hiss towards his face.

"Hisssssssssssss~"

"U...Ugh... Argh...."

Unfortunately, his endless playtime with Sigma had almost arrive to a close, but not until it's over as the blonde blade wielder could punish him again by granting a poisonous smooch by the mouth, in order to drain his strategies and movements along. Without any hope not freedom to slice off the unbreakable chains of trapped seduction. He have felt the deadly serum venturing inside his mind or traveling everywhere, losing his consciousness that quickly.

"That's for ruining everyone and both mine as well as my friend's lives by your damn stench of human obliteration.... " Hissed Zero, extending his clawed hand into a reach to grab his prisoner's chin before "cursing" him with one last kiss.

He chuckled as his final words before meeting his critical demise by death.

"Sleep tight forever, my former commander~" He grinned menacingly, pushing his pale yet frost lips with a deep force into the irregular king's. Laying his hands upon his boned face for an icy love/torture making of a lifetime before the gruesome decapitation to shut his existence for good.

"And good riddance~" Before ending the crumbled maverick villain's existence, he offered the frosty smooch once more into the lips for the last time. Never to look or think about his devious comeback no longer.

"Mmmm~ Ahhh~" Gifting him this frosted "curse" should be able to permanently force the arrogant ex leader of HQ to slumber for all eternity until the final decapitation. By a quick swipe of his claws to end the life of Sigma, severing his head from the body. "And lastly, thanks for the perfect meal~" The deed has been finished. No mavericks, no problems. He then taste his blood by licking his hand. Finger by finger.

"Mmmm~ Delicious~"

And thus, his revenge has purposely created a new ending. Perhaps a peaceful version, to be exact. However, the full course was no longer done just yet until every drip of blood was driven dry from his body. Thankfully, his very schemes have been declined for good this time. And tranquility had once again return to embrace all beings as well as reploids and humanity. All thanks to the heroic Maverick Hunters.

Few days later when nighttime arises, peace has regain its true colors once more due to the rigorous defeat of the insanely mastermind of the mavericks, plus, to allow all civilians and reploids to live as equals forever. At least for now. Hovering above the building in front of the blissfully snow themed moon, The dark vampiric droid would be able to live free from the horrid shackles of bad memories grappling him down, or to become a mindless puppet to use for trying to kill the blue B Class. But it's all over. Within his hand, grasps the head of his frighten victim after his "interrogation" from earlier. However, it was quite intriguing. Before descending towards a new mission, he lifted it up and closely to make love by kissing it one last time.

"Thanks again for the wonderful evening we have together, big boy~ Quite a shame that you won't be around to view my victories after all~" He purred, pressing his lips softly and hard deeply into Sigma's. Sadly, that was his first and last tongue kiss he had with the bat themed individual, even though that he is decapitated from his body. Deserting the broken head by hurling it faraway into the ocean of force.

"And good bye, you sexy bitch~" He blew a kiss after tossing his enemy's damaged head for good, never to be seen again until he heads for a new reconnaissance.

In conclusion, the war was completely done with as we speak. Not only justice was decently served at last, but his vengeance as well. To him, revenge is the most scrumptious dish ever made cold.

The End

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captainchrisfics · 6 years ago

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A Weekend Away

About: Chris comes home to the (first person pov) reader who had a really rough day and suggests a long weekend away might do them some good, as requested by @endgameendsme

Word Count: 2,074

I closed the door behind me, a little harder than I intended to based on the way Dodger shuddered at the sound. Full disclosure, I completely and utterly slammed it shut. I haven’t taken my aggression out on a door like that since I was fifteen and furious with my parents. However, if you’ve had the kind of day I did then you would understand that it was surprisingly, frustratingly easy to be reduced to feeling as small and powerless as an adolescent who couldn’t even drive yet.

“Sorry, bubba,” I said, patting Chris’s dog on his head in an attempt to translate my apology into dog. I handed him one of the small treats we keep in a jar on the hall table, where I noticed Chris’s keys were still missing from. It seems silly that something as anticipatingly normal as this could push me over the edge. It wasn’t how my boss all but yelled at me when I was two minutes late to this huge meeting since I was getting his coffee, or the way everything I tried to say just didn’t come out the way I meant it to, or when Barbra got credit for putting better words to all of my ideas after I failed to convey them, or the fact that I didn’t realize my new shirt was sheer enough to show my bra, or the millions of other transgressions the universe seemed to be throwing my way.

And after all of that, for the entire traffic-filled drive back home, I hoped to come home to Chris. I had this idea in my head of him sitting idly in the kitchen, blue eyes flicking through the newspaper he always forgot to take with him after breakfast while sipping on a cup of coffee so black it made me worry about him developing ulcers. Chris always insisted he was fine and I wouldn’t know a harmful cup of coffee until RDJ tried to make me one. He’d ask me how my day was and when I wouldn’t answer for a beat he’d look up at me and it wouldn’t take more than a glance for him to know it was a particularly rough one. We would meet at the couch and tangle ourselves up with each other, Chris would pull a blanket to our chins even though he’d get too warm with our combined body heat alone. He’d let me talk through it, even cry it out if I had to, and then he’d say the right thing to make me feel better although just being in his arms

I was setting myself up for failure. I knew Chris would still be out shooting his movie by the time I got home, I should’ve been thanking my lucky stars the set was local so he’d be home by dinner instead of having to see him across the country on a Skype call. Still, that didn’t make it any easier. The house was too quiet, every small creek was too loud, the feeling of emptiness was too difficult to bear. I found myself on the couch, feeling devoured by a home that was too big for me and more alone than ever.

Dodger, like the great dog he is, must’ve known I was so miserable. He jumped on the couch, laying with his head on my lap as he looked up at me with those big, brown eyes that seemed to know more than me. I scratched Dodger’s favorite spot right behind his ear, but it didn’t bring much comfort. I was already spiraling- what Chris called it when I became so overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings, which just kept getting bigger until I was suffocated. It felt more like drowning, really.

I flicked on the television and kept the cooking show it was already tuned to playing, though I didn’t pay much attention to it. My mind was a little too busy focusing on the things I should’ve done differently and everything I didn’t do and the rest in between. Before I knew it, the sound of keys jingling in the door pulled me out of some HGTV trance. Apparently, Dodger noticed too since the dog, who must’ve left my lap a long time ago, came bounding down the hall. He jumped as soon as the door swung open, tackling Chris who was already bent down in anticipation of Dodger catapulting himself at my boyfriend, as was their typical routine.

“What’re you doing in the dark?” Chris inquired as he rose from the ground, where Dodger still lay on his back expecting more belly rubs. I didn’t realize how dim the room became as the time passed and the sun set until Chris flicked the light on, my eyes squinting to compensate while taking him in. The sudden relief of being with Chris rather than alone with my thoughts was like when you step out the door on the first real day of spring, everything is suddenly warm and light and you can almost forget how cold and dreary it’d been even just the day before. He turned to the, tossing his keys on top of mine before opening the drawer we kept the takeout menus in, amongst all the other shit Chris managed to shove in there. “I was thinking Chinese tonight,” he said, scanning the front page of each pamphlet he pulled out. “How’s that sound?” Chris asked, turning to me. His blissful ignorance faded when he saw the look on my face.

My lips stretched into a smile and my cheeks felt too inelastic to compensate after being stiff for so long, but it was a welcome change even though I didn’t need a mirror to tell it didn’t quite meet my eyes. Chris stepped toward me, a look of concern etching itself onto his face with furrowed brows that caused a crease between them and a mouth that hung open ever so slightly as he moved toward the couch. He took a seat next to me, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his chest. “What’s wrong?” Chris asked, his voice gruff and comforting with its familiarity alone.

I shrugged half-heartedly. I didn’t really want to get into it, but Chris, being the frustratingly caring person he is, wouldn’t allow it. He lifted the blanket I’d been sitting under so he could pull me onto his lap a little more and started rubbing soothing circles on my shoulder, enticing me to open up. “Babe, you know you can tell me anything,” Chris encouraged. I don’t know if it was the sincerity in his voice or maybe how secure I always felt with him, but I knew I couldn’t keep anything from Chris. My eyes fluttered up to meet his as I bit my lip. Looking at me with so much love in those baby blues, Chris was lucky I didn’t melt into a puddle before he got anything out of me.

I took a deep, shaky breath before launching into the story of how utterly and entirely shitty the work day had been. Chris simply listened to me as I got it all out, he didn’t even flinch when I crossed the line from ranting about how I hated the day to realizing how much I hated my job and everyone in that godforsaken office or interrupt with an objection when I got to the part about how his absence was the icing on the cake. When I was done, my chest was heaving and the tears kept flowing. I buried my face in Chris’s chest once I was done, trying to forget the rest of the world in favor of the comfort he offered. Never one to mind a few tear stains on his t-shirt, Chris wrapped his arms around me as he peppered kisses on top of my head in between quiet coos of reassurance.

When I finally cried myself dry, Chris took a deep breath before speaking. “I think you should get to pick dinner,” Chris joked, a small smile teasing his lips. I laughed, shoving his shoulder so lightly he barely even budged. “Chinese sounds good,” I shot back with a roll of my eyes. Although I played annoyed, one of my favorite things about Chris was his ability to adapt to whatever I threw his way without treating me any differently. He called up the place he kept on speed dial, while I begged him not to forget to order lo mein instead of rice with my meal- the kind of thing that would just happen today.

After hanging up the phone, Chris adjusted himself so we faced each other. He reached to hold my hands in his, grounding the two of us together with a certain intensity in his eye. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” Chris told me with a tone that wouldn’t allow me to debate it. “I love your ambition, but you need a break before you burn out.” I shook my head slowly at first and then with more momentum as I thought of a million and one reasons exactly why that wasn’t the case, but Chris disagreed just as vehemently. “So you’re going to call in sick tomorrow-”

“Absolutely not,” I interrupted, eyes wide with shock. “Hey, I will too,” Chris insisted, holding my hands a little tighter. “We’ll take a long weekend. Get a nice hotel somewhere warm, maybe by the ocean. Have some expensive wine and a really nice bubble bath. Bring your favorite book for when you want to be alone… Maybe something cute and lacy for when you don’t wanna be. Doesn’t that sound nice?” Chris asked as he played with my fingers, laying out an offer he knew I couldn’t resist.

I shook my head again in an attempt to anyway. “I have a project due next week and who’s gonna take care of the dog? We can’t just pack up and leave, Chris. We have responsibilities,” I protested, although the thought of digging my toes in the sand while watching Chris hop waves was growing increasingly more tempting. “Next week isn’t tomorrow, my mom would love to watch Dodge for a couple days, and I don’t see why not,” he retaliated, confirming that resistance was futile. I bit my lip and turned to the window, knowing that if I kept staring into those puppy dog eyes that begged more than Dodger he’d have me on a plane in a heartbeat. The world seemed to be arguing in favor of Chris, telling me this wasn’t the place to be with all the rain pouring down outside which made feeling the sun on my skin that much more of a better offer compared to the crappy weather Boston insisted on this time of year.

“Okay,” I sighed, giving into him. “Okay?” Chris repeated as he all but jumped up and down, looking for confirmation from me as if he couldn’t believe his ears. I nodded, a grin to match his finding itself on my face. We spent the next few minutes sending emails, comparing hotel prices, and arguing about whether or not one place’s continental breakfast was worth giving up the other’s balcony with an ocean view.

When I finally confirmed the plane tickets for later this evening, Chris leapt across the couch, tackling me into the seat with a hug with more energy than the dog met him at the door with every day. He pulled away, supporting his weight to hover above me, close enough that our chests touched with each breath. Chris smiled softly this time before placing a quick kiss on my lips like the tease he is, the kind that fluttered away too quickly to be cherished like it should. Wasn’t even worth the itch his beard left behind, in my opinion.

“Can’t wait to do that on a beach somewhere,” he said softly. I was going to make an argument that our living room couch was as good a place as any, but a knock from the door interrupted me. As if on cue, my stomach growled so loudly it caused Chris to erupt with laughter while he climbed off of me, swiping his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. Chris returned with a smile to match the one on the plastic bag he was carrying as he teased, “I guess we can spare time to eat first.”

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scoutaloos-rp-hub · 5 years ago

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The Mun Behind The Muse(s)

The rules are simple. Repost, don’t reblog, and just tag the first five muns you think of to do this meme! (Gonna post this here.. gonna reblog it on musemansion though)

PERSONAL

Nickname(s): Ben

Gender Identity/Sexuality: Male/Straight

Married?: No

Have Kids?: No, aks my sisters about those, already a tripple unlce here.

Mun Faceclaim: None really.. only really getting icons for characters I RP

Three Favorite Disney Movies: Zootopia, Wreck-it Raplh, Pirates of the Carribian (any Really)

Three Favorite Disney Villains: (Can only real go from childhood memory here, but I’d say) Hades, Maleficent and Cruella

If You Had a Catchphrase: Currently I’d say my Catchphrase would be “YEET”.. playing a lot of video games with friends on Discord and thats like my most spoken word.

If You Could Be a Mythical Creature: I would usually say something like Unicorn or Pegasus here.. but Damn I’d go for Dragon.

Favorite Texture to Feel: Is fluffy a texture?

Favorite Smells: Coffee, Summer Rain and.. might sound weird but Gasoline

Favorite Genre(s): Action, Adventures, (It Thrillers a genre that counts here?)

Best Childhood Memory: When we took familiy vacation to the adrian coast in Italy

Worst Childhood Memory: Something that still makes me feel down was my first and so far only funeral when my great grandmother passed.. in 2007 I think

If You Could Tell Your Past Self One Thing: “You can do what you want, but start planing better, my dude.”

If You Could Go Anywhere in the World: The U.S, esspecially places like New York.. I’d love to see it someday.

One Lie You Told in the Last Year: "I might be changing majors but I’ll still attend all the exams to see how I’d do”

One Interesting Thing You Learned Recently: “You can abuse the fact that most people read from left to right, if you are in mass interview or something sitting on the right (interviewers POV) of someone you perceive weaker than you, it makes you look better” ~Personal Management teacher in Uni

Random Useless Fact You Know: There are so many... When you spin an egg shaped item (like an american football), laying on the side real fast without to much friciton, it will balance on one of the tips.

Plans for the Future: Don’t really plan much ahead.. I wanna get through Uni, find a job that pays my bills... that’s about it..

Least Favorite Interview Question: I’ve never actually gotten to a job interview.. most applycations were like “Sorry we picked someone else”.. “Biggest weakness” is one of the meaner questions tho... even in a course in school they tried to teach us not to fall for stuff like that.

ROLEPLAYING

Note: The muses don’t have to be yours. They can be a partner’s muse, or one you’ve seen on your dash.

Favorite Muse: If you asked me a few months ago.. it would have been Scootaloo, no question.. By now tho.. My boy Dylan, absolutely

Least Favorite Muse: If I don’t like a muse I don’t play them.. Right now I would probably say Luci tho.. he is kinda hard to fit in with other characters I feel, due to the nature of his origin universe

Favorite Thread Plot: I love crossovers, but mainly the type of heavy crossover.. not fully similar world, but completely different. Otherwise, I do love myself some Slice of Live and cute stuff

Least Favorite Thread Plot: NSFW/Smut.. There’s characters I’d alow for a bit of flirty, seductive stuff.. but never do I do actual sexual things. I’ve done a bunch of weird shit in my time RPing, but as soon as it gets sexual I’m out.

Favorite OC: I’m not really doing OCs.. I’m not much of a full creator.. more an enhancer?

Least Favorite OC: Again.. don’t really have an OC

If You Could Meet One Muse: That’s a difficult one.. then again with most of my muses, meeting them could spell demise.. But I’d probably go for either the CMC, Dylan/Dawkins or Spyro.

Which Muse Would You Punch: Let’s see... I have muses to precious to punch.. and those who will absolutely “Punch” back I’ll answer None..

Which Muse Would You Hug: Same as with the ones I would like to meet.. None of them would get away without a hug

For the Other People

Tagged By: @the-purple-hero

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it..

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monkeemobile · 7 years ago

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Stay Beside Me

Pairing: Mike x Reader

Rating: PG-13, I suppose

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: This never really happened, and I don’t own Michael Nesmith, and have no affiliation with him. I also own none of the lyrics to ‘Stay Beside Me’. This is all just for fun.

A/N: A HUGE thanks and shoutout to @writing-classic-rock & @heyycarrieanne for reading this over for me. I love you both! <333

These are the types of things that I think of when I want to escape the real world. It takes place around 1963… Hope y’all enjoy!

Dusting your hands off on your worn-out t-shirt, you sigh, plopping down on the slightly dingy couch in the corner of the room, the only sounds in the air those of the record you’ve got spinning. You're finished unpacking for now, you decide. All that's really left to be put away are the things that you’d promised Mike you wouldn’t attempt before he’d left the apartment this morning. “I’ll worry about all that when I get home tonight, darlin’. You just take care of yourself and the little one." With that, he'd planted a quick kiss to your temple, and had hurried out the door, ready to continue his job-hunt.

Looking to the clock on the wall above the small television, which Michael had hung the night before, you notice that your husband is due home any minute.

Your husband… it still feels like a completely bizarre thing to say, but you’re so happy with the way things have ended up; you hope he is, too. He's been gone most of the day, and you're eager to find out how things went for him.

Placing a hand on your stomach, you smile, looking down to the bump there, where your baby is kicking away enthusiastically. You can hardly fathom that in just a few short months, the source of that small bump will be in your arms; a piece of you and Michael; it still hasn’t fully sunk in yet. You can’t wait to be a mom, and you know Mike will be an amazing father as well, even if he doesn't realize it yet.

Caught in your reverie, you jump a bit as the door bursts open, closing just as quickly. Michael hurries through the small apartment, not acknowledging you, and quickly heads down the hallway toward your bedroom. Bad day, you guess.

With a sigh, you move to follow him, hurrying into the room, just as he sits down at the end of the bed, head in his hands. "Hey, honey,” you begin, leaning against the door frame and doing your best to sound as casual as possible. "How was your day?"

"Not great," he replies, offering no other information, and very little room for further questioning. Mike is very skilled when it comes to closing himself off in situations like this, and it seems that tonight there will be no exception; it's something that is both frustrating and fascinating to you, as you tend to act in quite the opposite way when it comes to talking about your feelings; you’re much more open than he is.

"Do you um... You wanna talk about it?" you ask, knowing his answer before the question has even entirely left your mouth.

"No,” he says simply, continuing to stare at a small dent in the wall beside the dresser, seemingly paying you very little mind. You know better, though; it won't be long until he cracks; something he needs to do, rather than hold all his emotions in.

"Alright, well…” you begin, stepping further into the room. “What’d you want for supper? We don't have much besides cereal, but we could-"

"Why am I such a fuckin’ failure?" the Texan exclaims suddenly, startling you. He looks in your direction, eyes wide and shifting quickly between your own, and you're left unable to speak. You move to sit beside Mike, eyes not leaving his, regarding him carefully; as you get closer, you can hear his heat beating, faster than normal in his anger. No… anger isn’t the right word, you decide. Defeat is more accurate. He’s been coming home this way a lot lately, but you’ve never seen him this upset.

After a few moments of silence, you notice his breathing begin to slow to a more normal rate, so decide to speak. "What d’you mean 'failure’, Michael?" you ask quietly, genuine concern spiking your words.

It takes him a moment, but he sighs, looking down at his hands. "I mean... why am I here? I got a kid on the way, and a wife who deserves so much better... We're all gonna be livin’ in this run down, shitty apartment, and I ain't got a job, because no one'll fuckin' hire me. We’ve been here two weeks, Y/N, and I’ve been out lookin’ for work almost every single day. I’m just… tired of this bullshit…” You’re doing your best to understand... Mike had been excited for your move to California, but you know that the stress of trying to get settled and find a way to make money, especially with the baby on the way, has been a huge weight on his shoulders, and because of all that, his excitement has dissipated.

"What'd that club manager say to you today?” you ask, a distinct note of curiosity in your voice, though you imagine, given his actions, you know the answer to your question... You know it's difficult for him to talk about these things, but you also know it's important for him to get his feelings out into the open.

"Same as they've all been sayin’" Mike answers quietly, beginning to sound vulnerable. As you’d suspected he would... "You got lotsa talent, kid," he begins, taking on a deeper, gruffer voice to do, what you're assuming is, an impression of the club manager. “You just ain’t quite right for this establishment. " With a small sigh, he looks down at his hands, brow furrowed in frustration. "I just.... I really don't know how much more rejection I can take. I should just give up and look for a job bussin' tables. I ain't ever gonna make it as a musician. Movin’ us out here really was a terrible idea." There’s so much defeat in his voice… and it breaks your heart.

"Michael," you whisper, placing your hands on his cheeks, willing him to look at you; he does, after a moment, though he seems somewhat reluctant about it. With a sad, gentle smile, you move your thumbs to rub against his skin, doing what you can to get him to relax. As you look deeply into your husband's eyes, the place he holds most of his emotions, you see that he's really hurting; you see so much desperation and fear there, and your heart aches for him.

"Look, I know you're gonna think I'm only sayin’ this 'cause I'm your wife, but I promise you I'm not. If you were just some random person in the park or the grocery store, I know I'd tell you the same thing... Michael, you are a fantastic musician and writer. You have vision and passion and talent unlike anyone I’ve ever known, and there’s no doubt in my mind that someday very soon, someone will see that and want to be a part of it."

Throughout the entirety of your speech, your eyes never leave Mike's, and his seem to be searching yours for any sign of deceit; he seems to find none, but you can tell he’s still wary. "…You really think?" he asks, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"I don't think, I know,” you answer, without any trace of doubt. “You’re one-of-a-kind, and people are gonna see that and love you for it.” Your voice and words, so full of honesty, can’t keep a small smile from gracing Michael’s face.

"Thank you, Y/N,” he says in a small voice, vulnerability still shining through.

With a grin, you lean in, pressing your forehead to his, and a peck to his lips. "You're welcome, honey," you reply. "I'm here for you... Always… I love you. And I know you won’t believe me, but you really are gonna be a wonderful dad.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. Thank you… And I love you.” He pulls you closer, placing a loving, gentle hand on your bump, and you giggle happily, wrapping your arms around his neck. Caught up in your joy and hope, you hardly notice when the song from the album you've got playing changes, but when you do, you can't help but smile; perfect timing, you think.

The voice of Ritchie Valens fills your ears as the notes of 'Stay Beside Me’ fill the air; it's yours and Michael's song. It'd played in his mother's car the first time the two of you'd kissed. It'd been raining outside, and he'd been so sweet, and being in his arms right now takes you back to that moment... You are absolutely overcome with love for the man in front of you—the man he’s become.

“Dance with me?" you ask quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck. With a short chuckle, he grins back, gazing at you with nothing but adoration in his deep brown eyes.

"How could I say no to that?" he replies in a whisper. You grin as the two of you stand and begin moving slowly to the music.

"So’re you checkin’ anywhere else tomorrow?" you ask quietly, hoping your question won't ruin the peaceful mood. After a couple of moments, much to your relief, Mike answers, his voice soft.

"Um...yeah, there’s another club I heard about, The Troubadour… Say they’re lookin’ for a new emcee.”

"That's great! "you exclaim, encouragement clear in your voice. "You'd be wonderful at something like that. You really would.”

Placing a grateful kiss on your forehead, he smiles down at you. "Thank you darlin’,” he whispers, and pulls you closer. You bury your face into the side of his neck, knowing that no matter what happens, you've both got each other to count on.

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

"Stay beside me, close beside me

You must know it’s you I adore

You were meant me, you will always be

My true love forever more”

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rosebloodcat · 7 years ago

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Harry and the Ink Demon: Chapter 1- Beginning

Harry loosely sketched in a small, blank book in the back of his cab, the tip of his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. Flying to the states hadn’t been easy, what with him having having such a “respectable” standing in the Wizarding world since the end of the war, but he was going to follow through on his plan for his future. Expectations be damned.

“So, where you from Mac?” Harry jolted, his concentration broken unexpectedly by the Cabbie. The Cabbie was an older bloke, probably in his sixties or possibly his seventies, with silver hair that peeked out from under his cap and small rectangle glasses on his nose. He had the kind of wrinkles that showed he spent a lot of time smiling, which matched his friendly demeanor perfectly. Harry gave a sheepish smile, having been drawing a sketch of the man in his book.

“Little Whinging, over in Surrey, England. And the name’s Harry, mate. Don’t know anyone by the name of "Mac”, unless you’re talking about the car.” The cabbie grinned back at him through the rearview mirror. An expression which fit the man, in Harry’s humble opinion.

"Really? You look more like a ‘Henry’ to me. What brings an English gentleman like you to the states?” Harry chuckled at the man’s pleasant tone, unbothered by the friendly jab. He’d heard it quite a few times since his arrival in America. It was a rather amusing social view.

“You want the short version, or the full list?” The cabbie laughed at his snarky response. Harry was mostly trying to figure just what he could say to the man while still keeping the conversation casual. He couldn’t exactly tell the man he was a war hero looking to avoid being drawn into magical politics.

“Gimme the short version, won’t be much longer till we reach your stop.”

“I needed to get out of my family’s shadow, especially with my… Career of interest being what it is.”

“Oh, and what would that be?”

“I- well, my family’s always been in law enforcement, police, lawyers, that kind of thing. But I- uh, I’m more interested in animation and cartoons.” There, not a lie, but not the whole truth. The Potter’s were actually famous for their involvement in magical law enforcement, so that wasn’t much of stretch to come up with. It was part of the reason everyone thought he would join the Auror’s. But only part of the reason.

The man laughed.

“So you’re an Artsy fella then. 'Splains why you want to head to the old Drew Studios. I heard the place was bought up not too long ago, so you just might be the last "open public” visitor to the place.“ Harry saw the man’s smile turn a litter sadder, his expression rather reminiscent, though his hands remained steady as he drove. "A real shame, that, the new owner’ll probably tear the old place down. Replace it with one o’ them fancy hotels or something.”

“Maybe not, I suppose it’ll really depend on the condition the place is in.” The cabbie’s eyes flicked back to Harry, looking surprised.

“What makes you think that?” Harry gave him a lopsided smile.

“I don’t think it, mate, I know it. I’m the bloke who bought the place.”

“Really?” He could see the man’s face brightening, at the idea of the studio staying.

“Yep. I own all the cartoons now too. For some reason Drew thought it would be grand idea to link his rights to the characters with his rights to the land and the Studio itself. Not the brightest thing to do, in my opinion, but I’m not complaining.” Harry pushed his glasses back up his nose, a smile curving his lips. He had no intention of tearing the building down, not unless he didn’t have a choice. He had a very different plan than putting up a hotel. “I want to start up the 'Bendy’ cartoons again, turn the place back into a full-on animation studio.”

The cabbie let out a bark of disbelieving laughter, but there was no denying the delight in the man’s expression.

“Wow, mac, that’s one hechova goal you’re aiming for.” His smile turned nostalgic. Ah, he must’ve been a long-time fan of the 'Bendy’ cartoons. “Hope you manage it. I remember going with my dad to the theater to watch that show as a kid. Some of the best memories I have of back then, what with the war goin’ on. I’d love to be able to share them with my grand kids.”

“That makes two of us mate. Though, don’t expect a sudden turn out. Fixin’ up an entire studio isn’t an easy task.” He sighed, leaning back in his seat. “I need to check the condition of the building, find out if any of the equipment is salvageable, possibly hire a construction crew, maybe an interior design crew, get a work force to actually run the studio…” He ticked off his fingers with a sigh. So much work to do, but he was going to do his damnedest to make it happen.

“With how much the locals still love that old cartoon, I bet you could run the whole thing offa donations and volunteer work!” The cabbie said with a chuckle. Harry let out a thoughtful hum.

“I’ll have to think about that mate, first I gotta find out what I need done for the place.” He glanced out the car window at the darkening streets. Maybe he should have left earlier in the day to do his inspection. Night was approaching faster than he thought it would, though that could have been the cloudy sky playing tricks on his eyes. It was a good thing he’d decided to wear his rain coat that evening. It had been threatening a storm for the past few days, but now it really looked like it was going to happen. He slipped his sketchbook back into his magically expanded satchel, pulling out his wallet to pay for the ride as the car slowed down.

“Welp, here we are! Joey Drew Studios, home of 'Bendy the Devil Darling’ himself!” The cabbie hesitated for a moment, turning to Harry with a somewhat meek smile on his face. “Hey, can I get your name? I- uh, kinda wanna tell some of the folks I know about what you’re doing. And publicity’s always helpful for new ventures, right?”

“Potter, Harry Potter. I got a couple ideas for the new studio’s name, but I haven’t settled on one yet.” The man chuckled, accepting the payment the young man handed him.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you in the papers, best of luck to you.”

“Thanks mate, I may need it.” Harry waved as the cab drove off, leaving Harry in front of his new “business venture”. He drew in and steadying breath, and turned to face the old studio. And cringed at the sight of it.

Joey Drew Studios was… Even more run-down and decrepit than Harry had been led to believe.

Even before it had been a studio, the old building had been a mill of some kind, meaning it had thick walls, a sturdy foundation and lots of floors to be filled with people and equipment. Based on the floor plans Harry had seen, the main building was filled with cramped, crisscrossing hallways, scattered rooms of varying sizes and ventilation, and large bay windows that would have let in a wonderful amount of sunshine during the days. It wasn’t a conventional building for an animation studio, but it obviously worked none the less.

Now, however, many of the once beautiful windows were either broken or boarded up or both preventing even the smallest amount of light inside the old building, the sturdy wood and plaster walls were covered in unidentifiable stains and graphity that had been accumulated throughout the years of disuse, the metal fire escape and rain spouts (along with every other piece of metal that had been left exposed to the elements) were so thoroughly covered in accumulated rust, it was a wonder they hadn’t just disintegrated by now. It was painfully obvious that they would need immediate replacement. The old building looked somewhere between haunted and condemned.

But he wasn’t going to back now. Not when he’d already come this far. From what Harry had managed to dig up before coming in person, it had taken years before Joey Drew had lost finally his rights to the studio. According to the accountants and Real-estate workers, there had been a sizable backlog of letter, inquires, old bills, and legal notices that had never reached Drew himself. They had apparently just built up in the post office until finally someone dragged themselves to his residence and found he wasn’t there anymore. And that wasn’t the weird part.

Apparently, back in the early Sixties, Drew had made some… Questionable business and construction discussions. Many of which hadn’t made any sense then, and even less in the modern day. Especially since he had filed for bankruptcy part way through his strange construction and ordering spree. Large orders of piping, wood, various building and construction equipment, gallons of rubber ink (enough to fill an Olympic swimming pool), multiple fire axes, random reels that were actually too big to fit in projectors, a large number of stone bowls, a couple knives, and enough candles to light a small stadium.

The last few reminded Harry of ritual supplies, but that could have been his paranoia talking. Even if he was doing rituals, his access to the proper texts would have been limited at best as Drew had been a muggle. (Merlin, he hoped the man hadn’t gotten any real books of magic. That would be so much paperwork for him)

In the mid Seventies, the entire studio collapsed. But not under normal circumstances. The entire cast and crew of Joey Drew Studios had just vanished. Almost over night.

The police had, of coarse, gone out to investigate, but found no signs of foul play. Just a particularly odd machine down one corridor that, as far as they could tell, had no tie to the disappearing employees. Not that they had been able to do a full investigation. Large parts of the building had been made inaccessible due to the halls being locked down, boarded up, and generally being difficult to get too. It was eventually deemed a cold case, and left where it was.

Harry was far more wary of the circumstances, he knew better than to underestimate a muggle. If they had managed to create a weapon that could wipe out entire cities, then the chances that they could find a way to use magic wasn’t completely improbable. But without proof of magic being used, the local ministry never investigated. (MASUCA, was the name, if he remembered correctly)

Even then things had been fairly quiet from the studio. There had been plenty of rumors circulating amongst the local youths of the era, claiming that the old studio was haunted. Strange voices from the lower floors, creepy images, and moving cutouts. The kind of “spooky” stories kids would tell each other to make their adventures sound more “Grown-up” instead of them just messing around in some place they shouldn’t have been. Though nothing had happened since the crews’ disappearance, Harry didn’t trust that stay true forever.

Which was why he was there. He was going to give the building a thorough inspection himself, and search it from top to bottom for any Dark magic. He refused to bring anyone into a potentially dangerous place without making sure they couldn’t be hurt by whatever was inside.

The front of the building had a set of large, glass, double doors that had once opened to the building’s lobby but, like the windows, they had been boarded up. They didn’t look as though anyone had tried to pry them open, much to Harry’s relief and ire. He knew that the children had been breaking into the old studio for years, but it looked like they hadn’t tried to go in through the front doors.

“Okay, not the front doors. Let’s try the loading doors then.” The studio had it’s own toy shipping area, and chances were the rust would have made it easier to get the old doors open. Teens weren’t always the most… Graceful when they wanted to force their way into a place. Harry wouldn’t have been surprised if one of them had broken the rusted doors open just so they could get inside. Harry made his way around the outside of the building, idly examining the paintings on the walls as he went.

Not as much crudeness as I expected, He thought to himself, eyeing the rusted doors. Nothing a quick paint job couldn’t clean up. Outside looks to be in pretty good shape, I have to admit. But it’s the inside that I’m worried about.

The old doors were in surprisingly good shape. Oh, they were rusted to the point of uselessness, but there were no holes or signs of forced entry. Harry quietly approached the locked door, bending closer to examine the old, undoubtedly broken lock.

Now, the question is, is it forever open? Or forever closed? Harry clasped the handle, giving it a firm tug. It rattled in a way that implied it wasn’t rusted in place, yet it was obviously locked. Odd, it seemed in strangely good condition. He frowned thoughtfully. But how have the kids been getting in? Is there a side door that they could have used?

Deciding to check it out, Harry made his way over to the alley between the studio and the building next too it. The alley was strewn with trash, blatantly ignoring the dumpster bin sitting two thirds of the way into the alley. A dumpster that was sitting next to a door into the studio. Harry grinned triumphantly at the door.

Harry quickly approached, noting that the door was partially open.

Shoot, had someone already come in? He hoped not. Harry really didn’t really feel like chasing some kid or haughty teenager out of the studio. Even if it was for their own good.

Opening the door the rest of the way, Harry peered into the gloomy hall. Barely lit by old flickering light bulbs, he couldn’t see anything beyond a few flickering lights further inside.

“Hello? Anyone here?” He called, stepping inside and habitually pulling the door closed behind him. There were some posters hanging on the walls, depicting the little devil darling that the studio was best known for grinning out at him, looking far too cheerful in the gloom. A few paces in, Harry felt his blood freeze at the sudden, ominous creaking that came from the wooden floor beneath him. Slowly, he crept over to the nearest wall, pressing himself against it. The creaking lessened. The wizard let out a shaky breath. “O-okay, note to self: side door floor needs immediate replacement, that did not sound safe. Thank Merlin it didn’t give out under me.”

Bloody stars, if I died from something as mundane as FALLING, Hermy would have resurrected me for the sole-purpose of killing me for doing something so stupid. He smiled slightly at the mental image of Hermione raging at him over such a dumb thing. Harry inched down the hall, listening for when the creaking faded away. He may have been a wizard and a war hero, but he wasn’t immortal. It was better to not risk his neck in the first place. Harry let out a sigh of relief when the creaking finally stopped once he’d reached the end of the hallway. It opened up into a fairly large room, almost like an employee lobby.

The place was covered in old papers, with a counter between two of the supporting beams. An old projector was turned on, creating an eerie tune as it flickered back and forth between some blank reams on an old film reel. A cutout of the company’s mascot, the Devil Darling’ himself, stood next to the empty projection, looking rather creepy in the eerie setting. Three large reels were mounted on the wall, spinning in a loud, clunky manner, yet not actually doing anything (as far as Harry could tell). A light table by the back wall sat next too an old drawing desk, still alight and drawing power from an unknown source (The power had been turned off, that much Harry knew).

“Well, let’s get started then.”

So, HUGE word dump here, but once I got stared writing for this, it kinda ran away with me. If enough people say they like this, I might post more. And feel free to send me questions about it. They help me figure out what the hell I’m doing!

Also my italics didn’t work and I am NOT happy about that.

#harry potter #hatid #harry in batim #harry and the ink demon #bendy the dancing demon #bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #fanfic #first tumblr story #hope you like it #batim

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such-a-common-girl · 7 years ago

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Worth It (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 2,412

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have always had an (unspoken) connection due to having similar backstories and both feeling like outsiders in the Avengers. One morning during a power outage in the tower because of a thunderstorm, you and Bucky are forced to resolve whatever’s going on between you two. Based off this request. (I changed up the request a little bit, sorry!)

Warnings: Language, mentions of kidnapping/violence/death, fluff

*overused gif not mine*

You watch him as he sleepily walks into the kitchen, your eyes glancing away from your phone and up to him as you curl up on the couch, surrounded by blankets to keep warm. It’s an extra cold day today in New York City, and with the storms rolling in, you know the weather will only continue to get worse. Another day stuck inside the tower for you. Half of the team was out on a mission today, leaving you, Bruce, Tony, and the quiet and mysterious man in the kitchen with nothing to do. But of course, Bruce and Tony were cooped up in the labs all day, which just leaves you and him.

Bucky’s always intrigued you, ever since the moment he walked into the Avenger’s tower a few months ago. Steve told you about his backstory before he moved in with the rest of you, but instead of being afraid of him like everyone else seemingly was, you weren’t scared. At first, you pitied him, having gone through a similar situation as his. HYRDA kidnapped you as a child and trained you for years to become their own personal weapon, putting you through hell in the process. Natasha had saved you from HYDRA three years ago when you had been fighting her in one of the labs her and Steve had come to take down. You don’t exactly remember how things had gone down- there’s a lot of blank spaces in your memory from your HYDRA years- but you do know that somehow she had managed to convince you to go back to SHIELD with her. A year later, you were an Avenger, kicking the asses of the people who had ruined your life as a child.

A few weeks after Bucky moved in, you realized that he was a lot different than you had expected. He was a good man; you had already known this, but he proved it to you. He never spoke to anybody except Steve, not even you, but it’s the small gestures. The way he genuinely cares about Steve, the way he will give the missions his all, the way he bent over backward to save you from getting killed by a HYDRA agent a few weeks ago. He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore- he’s just simply Bucky Barnes to you, a man who went through a hell of a lot to get to where he is today.

Unfortunately, not everyone sees it that way. Being someone with such a difficult and murderous past, most of which you don’t remember, makes people weary of being around you. You’ve gone through the same thing every day since you’ve become an Avenger. Feeling like an outsider to the rest of the group, hell, to the rest of the world.

You know Bucky’s story and he knows yours, and even though the two of you don’t speak often due to both having quiet personas and the tendency to keep to yourselves, the both of you know there will always be an unspoken connection between the two of you.

Thunder claps outside, the sound of rain beating onto the windows falling at a steady pace. Bucky glances over to the living area and notices you sitting there, giving you a wave as a small smile plays on his lips. You smile back at him before returning your stare to your phone, continuing to scroll through your Instagram.

It’s this game you and Bucky have been playing ever since he arrived at the Avengers tower; who will approach the other first? As of now, neither of you have made the first move. It’s only been small, barely there smiles and lingering glances. The occasional, polite “excuse me” or “thank you” may have been shared a few times, but that’s about the extent of the friendship you have with him. You would hate to rush him into anything he’s not comfortable with. Besides, you’re not exactly the type of person to go up and start a conversation with someone, either.

You bite your lip as you watch him reach up in the cupboard for a bowl, his shirt coming up to reveal only the slightest amount of skin. His grey sweatpants hang low on his waist, his thighs hugging the material around them. He’s muscular, that’s for damn sure- there’s no denying that Bucky’s attractive. You’d have to be blind to not think so.

In the midst of your admiration of Bucky, the lights start to flicker. You look over at him in confusion just as the lights go out entirely, leaving the room to only be lit up by windows. Bucky’s face drops, a look of panic settling in. It takes you a minute to figure out why, but then you remember how you were after you had been recused from HYDRA. You thought every little thing that happened was an attack, you were constantly paranoid that things would go wrong. You can only imagine what’s going through his head right now.

“It’s just a power outage.” You speak up, probably the longest sentence you’ve told Bucky since his arrival in the tower. “Don’t worry. Happens sometimes from the storms. I’m sure all of Tony’s men are working their asses off right now to get the electricity back. You know how Tony is.”

“Oh, okay.” Bucky lets out a deep breath, a look of relief washing throughout his face. “You wanna play a card game or somethin’?”

“Really?” You ask, shocked. He’s never asked you to do anything like this with him before; actually, he’s never asked you to do anything before. It makes you happy to know that he’s finally opening up to you. Lord knows that the both of you are the loneliest people on the team; becoming closer friends would probably benefit the both of you greatly.

Unfortunately for you, the shock must have shown on your face, because his cheeks immediately turn a light shade of pink. “Uh, sorry, we don’t have to.”

“Sure, let’s play.” You smile reassuringly at him. “It’s not like there’s anything else to do around here, right?”

“Right.” Bucky nods his head. “Well, uh… You know how to play rummy?”

“No,” You shake your head. “You can teach me if you want.”

“It’s not hard, me and Steve used to play all the time before the war,” Bucky says as he walks into the living room, his eyes glued to yours. His facial hair is starting to grow out again, and you almost sigh at how attractive he is. It’s almost unfair.

“I kicked his ass every time.” He grins, his eyes crinkling up at the sides. You realize that this is probably the first time you’ve ever actually seen him smile. Not a fake smile- you’ve seen those several times at the press events you’re all forced to go to- but a real, genuine one. It suits him.

“I hope you’re ready to kick mine, too, because I’m terrible at card games.” You laugh, moving over on the couch to give Bucky some room to sit next to you. He searches through the hall closet quickly before pulling out a stack of cards and joining you on the couch.

“It’s easy, watch.” He pulls the deck out of the box.

Bucky begins to explain the rules of the game, and while you’re half-way listening, you’re more focusing on Bucky himself. How passionate he seems while explaining this all to you, how for the first time since he’s joined the Avengers, he finally seems to be acting like himself. His real self. He seems so relaxed in this moment, so comfortable, and it makes you glad. You know how it feels to feel like you have no one, even with people constantly around you all the time. To see Bucky, the one man who knows exactly what you’ve been through, be able to open up and be so comfortable with someone besides Steve… It makes you happy.

You care about the man more than you let on.

“Hey Y/N?” Bucky says quietly, stopping his talk on the rules of rummy whenever he noticed that you weren’t really paying attention.

“Yeah?” You turn to face him. He has a serious look on his face as he looks at you in the eyes. A hint of sadness flashes across his face, making you worried.

“You’re different than everyone else here.” His voice comes out hushed. “I don’t know what it is. You’re nice to me, you weren’t scared of me. Everyone else saw me as a monster and all you ever did was smile at me. Everyone else here avoids me like the plague but you welcome me with open arms. You confuse me, you know that?”

“You’re not a monster, Bucky.” You shake your head. “You’re a good man. I know Steve told you my story, I know he let you read my file the first day you came into the tower. You know all about me, and you know that I’ve made mistakes, too. I’m not one to judge you for anything, Bucky. I have no right to. We’re one in the same.”

“Thank you.” He whispers as he smiles.

“Anytime,” You nod. You meant everything you said, and you hope he knows that.

You and Bucky sit on the couch together in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company. Silence in inevitable between you two, but it’s comfortable. You’re comfortable with each other. Sure, it’s not a traditional friendship in any way, shape, or form, but either is the rest of your hectic life.

“Sometimes I hate being here, you know? I hate this. The way everyone looks at me. How everyone thinks I’m some villain. How do you deal with it? Steve keeps tellin’ me that they’ll come around, but…” Bucky breaks the silence, taking you by surprise.

“But you just feel like an outsider?” You suggest, and he nods. “Yeah, I understand. I wish I had something better to tell you, but honestly, I don’t know what say. I’m still getting used to it, I guess. No point in moping about it, but yeah, it sucks. Feeling like people don’t want you here. Feeling like people are weary of being around you because they know about your past line of work.”

“Guess we’re just those outcasts, then, huh?” Bucky grins at you. “Least I got you in the club with me. Don’t know what I’d do if Sam was in your place.”

“Yeah, lucky you,” You laugh. “Y’know, I’m surprised the power’s not back on yet. Tony must be pissed. The storms only getting heavier and it’s getting pretty dark in here.”

“I don’t mind,” Bucky leans back onto the couch cushion, looking out of the window just in time to see lightning strike from the sky. “I like storms. They’re calming.”

You debate leaning up against his chest, not sure if it would be too much or not. Sensing your hesitation, Bucky motions for you to lay with him, giving you an inviting smile.

“I’m not gonna bite, doll.” He laughs. “You can rest your head on me.”

You sigh, blushing a bit at the nickname as you lean your body back and snuggle into Bucky’s chest. You two just lay there together, blankets covering your legs as you watch the storm roll by in the window. Nothing has ever felt more natural and comfortable for you than lying beside him like this. You can feel his steady heartbeat through his chest as you relax, and you feel like you could probably fall asleep like this.

“You’re the only person I’d do this with, I hope you know that.” Bucky whispers in your ear, making your eyes jolt open just as you were drifting off to sleep. “I’m not… the best with physical contact. Not even with Steve. But there’s just something about you. You make me feel safe. That’s why it took me so long to be able to talk to you, I didn’t know what was going on in my head. No one’s made me feel like this, so safe and comfortable, in… Since before I fell off the train. I don’t want you to think that I hated you or somethin’…”

“No,” You shake your head. “I know, Bucky, I know.”

Bucky glances down at your lips, a piece of hair that’s fallen out of his makeshift bun covering some of his face. Before you realize what you’re doing, you’re moving the hair out of his face, looking at his lips and then back up at his eyes. You both lean in slowly, taking the time to process what you’re doing.

His lips meet yours and the feeling you get in your chest is indescribable. His lips are warm and inviting as he cups your cheek, the kiss sweet and slow, nothing rushed. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you lean into him slightly more, his lips never leaving yours.

You’re kissing Bucky. That is definitely not something you had expected to be thinking or doing, not even a few minutes prior to this. But you’ll admit, you’re enjoying it. You’ve never been kissed like this before and you’ll admit- it’s a game changer.

You both pull away after a few moments, foreheads still touching as you look at each other in awe. “I wish I would’ve done that a long time ago,” Bucky says, his breath hot on your face.

“It was worth the wait.” You whisper. “You’re worth the wait.”

He pecks your lips one more time, smiling into it. He leans back onto the couch, wrapping his arm around you as he sighs. You snuggle into his chest, unable to contain the smile that forms on your lips. You and Bucky have always had a connection, but never once did you think that would take you to place you’re at right now.

You’re hopelessly in love with Bucky Barnes, but fortunately for you, he’s hopelessly in love with you, too.

@nicolesyneah25 @papi-chulo-bucky

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mantlelificent · 8 years ago

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Protected | R.M.

Summary: Reggie Mantle grew up protecting what he loved.

I miss you.

You received the text on the first day of school, the instant your baby pink ballet flats maneuvered within the halls of Riverdale High, which were marginally filled with mayhem from everyone’s first day jitters.

Well, not everyone. You, despite your extra pretty face, extra shiny curls, and extra preppy outfit, wore a heavy façade that drooped lower than the Maybelline Fit Me-concealed eye-bags that were situated below your unexplained, cheery eyes that tried to greet everyone with much positivity as possible. As everyone knew your perfect reputation, the happy-go-lucky cheerleader that everyone admired and loved since the day you entered high school. It was never tarnished, so you refused to let a silly break-up move it at all.

You took out your phone and shakily gazed down at the message. It was sent in clear, with no emoji’s or silly grammatical errors. Your nervous fingers moved for you, but your brain was being silly that day and it had no planned response for the text message.

A wave of students accidentally crossed and one of them partially collided against your hardly five feet tall physique, which was a thankful jolt that rattled you off from replying to the text message. You squeezed the iPhone tightly, bearing no mind of the glittery fake diamonds from the phone case bearing harsh indentions against your palm.

The moment you were able to fix your locker and lock it behind you, you immediately set off to find a seat in the gym—hoping that an early departure from the first day madness would create a false sense of comfort from your inevitable fate, which was meeting your ex-boyfriend again subsequently after a summer of trying to forget all about him.

Everyone had always said that you were perfect for Reginald Mantle.

You were a girl blessed with your father’s dominant sloped nose and your mother’s graceful and tiny, ballerina body. Being the only child meant being under the revolving gaze of your mother and father’s watchful eyes twenty-four/seven, and you grew up to be accordingly limpid; yet, at the same time pretentious for you were the heir of one of the wealthiest families in Riverdale.

Reggie was a boy meant for you even before you knew what he was supposed to be. He was a constant person in your life, a fixture caused by your parents and his parents’ meddling. Though, despite your unending play times together and a hired tutor that taught you and him up until you were in middle school, Reggie and you grew up in different paths, in different aspects.

You and Reggie were in the opposite sides of the spectrum. Nevertheless, you were inexplicably drawn to him. He was exactly the same as you, but as the same time, so, so different.

He was difficult to figure out. He had pushed children off swing sets and had hogged all the toy cars to himself as he disliked sharing. You hated the smirk on his face when he teased his inferiors, and still you loved him when he kissed you goodnight. He’d hold you in the softest way possible, muscled arms entrapped around you with touch as light as a feather, and similarly he’d used the same arms dangerously with heated intent at someone else.

You never got why people often told you that he was perfect for you. He was, in your point of view, a mixture of positives and negatives. He was your opposite.

The thing about opposites was that when a unity occurred, it would be a co-existent dependency that held itself with tension.

You loved him more than he loved himself. That was probably the reason why the balance wasn’t right and he pushed himself off, leaving you in the dust.

“Are you alright?” Surprisingly, Cheryl Blossom would be the first person to question you that today. The said Blossom stood above you, her red curls down the right side of her chest, a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. You tried to hide the flinch that came with Cheryl’s edged tone, but she assumingly noticed it since she took it herself to sit next to you on that noisy lunch table.

“Talk to me,” she demanded. “I don’t want anyone on my squad to be sadder than my supposed star quality. You cannot rain on my parade on this week’s performance.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered as you picked on your salad.

“[y/n], a stupid boy doesn’t have the right to state your mood status.” She hissed. “There are 7 billion people in the world. God knows how much boys will there be after your life post-Reggie Man—“

“Damn, Cheryl,” You stood up. “I said I’m fine!”

Your words were a little too loud, and laced with anger. The whole open-lawn cafeteria went into a full pregnant pause from your little burst and your eyes betrayed you as it went to a familiar face that you couldn’t just let go off. His smirking, never ceasing, hardly-caring face wavered slightly as he looked your way, as everyone had. He looked down once before pushing his left foot off benched on the seat and faced in the opposite direction, going back into a conversation with Chuck Clayton.

You couldn’t care less what that meant and you sped off from your table, grabbing your cellphone with you. Opening the text message up on your interface, your quivering fingers typed out a reply before hitting send.

“I thought you said I couldn’t see you again,” the tall and handsome boy chuckled as he sat coolly on the stools that they had in Pop’s. His tousled, brown waves would shine into a blondish side under the neon lights of Pop’s infamous signs, and his pretty blue eyes would turn your messy head into a complete haze of white noise. “I missed you,” Jackson voiced out, echoing what he had recently texted you that morning.

It was seven in the evening, and mostly everyone had this night tacked to watch the last screening due for the closing Midnight Drive-In. You had thought to go but you knew that it would simply be another place that would haunt you again with memories that happened in the arms of a familiar stranger.

“I couldn’t resist,” you whispered zealously, biting your lip, then striding towards him until both of your faces had no space with each other. He kissed back passionately, and you followed along in accord, ignoring the way your heart bleated in a monotonous fashion, like it was a routine you followed every morning. Fingers tracing down his rugged, jean jacket, you stopped as it went to a tracing on his arm. A tattoo of a dangerous serpent.

“Watch it,” he pushed himself off you and went to slip down his sleeves. “Any good ‘ole folk wouldn’t wanna see that snake on a young thing’s skin.”

“A young thing, huh?” You titled your head, letting him caress your cheek. It made you feel like being touched by an intruder. You held your tongue from stating that out loud. “I heard that your buddies are over at the drive-in tonight.”

“—yeah,” the handsome, rugged boy agreed, holding your hand like a whisper. “But you’re much better than any movie, let’s agree. Pretty and innocent [y/n][y/l/n].”

“If my father saw you with me,” you told him with a trace of a smile hinting on your lips while leading the boy down to a booth. “He would freak,” you ended with a pendulous but crude smirk, as the feeling of going behind your parents’ back often created a brilliant feeling of teenage rebellion.

However, the light that would go unperturbed that night beneath the luminescence of you with the boy from the Serpents would go back unlit as a sudden burst of unexpected customers walked in the empty Pop’s.

It was a famous group of blue and yellow hues, the king, the boy in between the boisterous and rowdy laughs, and you couldn’t help but shake as his eyes immediately turned toward the serpent and your contumacious self.

“[y/n]?” Reggie Mantle took it upon himself to breeze through the rows of booths with a face of disbelief, his voice rising. And as you expected, anger rising as his comical face slowly slipped to stone cold when his eyes landed on the lingering fingers of the serpent teenager on your arm. “Who the hell is he?”

“Fuck off, Reggie,” you glared, bringing yourself to whisper to your current partner beside you, “Ignore him.” You tried your best to act a casual as possible, though the sudden racing of your heart that went with the way your ex-boyfriend stared at you in a mix of hardening confusion and indignation.

The other football players were left in a fit of widening eyes as Reggie, in impulsion, went and grabbed your arm in fury, “I’m taking you home.”

And it was a laughable scene, provided that you have been in witness in a circumstance like this before; on the contrary, you were always behind him before, supporting him like a good girlfriend. Until now.

Reggie showed the chaos within him through the bones between his knuckles—several scars made proof of that. Now, you were his enemy, the one that caused the fire beneath his eyes. The booths made a guarded ring.

“What the hell, man—“ The serpent boy scoffed before Reggie snapped and gripped and landed a good punch with no regret on the other boy’s face. That started a full-blown fight, which lead pandemonium where Moose, Chuck, and several others hurriedly tried to pull the Asian off the other boy. Reggie’s blows were pernicious, and over the yells of the football team trying to stop the fight, the only thing you could do was watch everything in horror.

“—fighting on public property, what on earth caused you to do that?!” And Mrs. Mantle let out a startled shriek and tried to shield her son as Mr. Mantle gave a tumultuous slap on Reggie’s already bruising face. You gripped your jacket, feeling the cotton and thinking of it as abrasive as hooves, guilt going off you in waves as the only thing you could do was watch the aftermath unfold in the Mantle estate, where you had been protectively ushered off to with your parents and Sheriff Keller due to Pop’s emergency dial.

“This is getting out of hand,” Reggie’s father continued, a harsher than stern look on his purple face. Yanking back his hand, his gaze shot to you, which you couldn’t bear to hold longer than a second. “This boy has been nothing but trouble this year—I swear, this was the last straw, Reginald. I need to ship him to board—“

“It was my fault,” you found your voice, hurried and not gentle at all—willing to cross out the guilt killing your tightening chest. Your parents’ tension-heavy faces whipped their heads to you, their protected daughter that could hardly do no wrong in this world. “I came there with Jackson—“

“No, I fought him, she had nothing to do with th—“ Reggie hastily claimed, harsh and scarily void of emotion. He was seemingly too callous from responding to his father—and you had realized that this could have been happening more so than none and that this boy could have grown up this way, and while your heart was pouring from hearing him protect you, you knew that it was your call to turn things around.

“No,” you squeaked, hearing yourself panic. “I guess I was being rebellious, I met up with Jackson, and – and- “ You eyed your father. “He was with me and Reggie saw me and Jackson did something and he got provoked,” you finished, lying. You looked at Reggie, and he gazed at you, turmoil and hurt swirling in his eyes.

That led to a tension-filled silence. You closed your eyes, and could hear the sounds of Reggie’s father’s footsteps going off to a direction. Somewhere that’s not here, of course.

“Sorry, that shouldn’t have happened,” he would tell you days later, smirk latched to his lips like a boy to a candy bar. He’d say it would no feeling, no emotion, as if he wasn’t someone that was in what happened and he was merely a person who’d heard of what happened.

The memory of his father slapping him because of you would haunt you forever, and your eyes would wander to his cheek not due to any romantic purpose, but the ache of wondering how much it hurt to protect you, a person he shouldn’t even be caring for anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you ignored his first statement, and spat out what you needed to say. The hallways were empty. “I was being petty. I wanted to—“ The words were dignified to be stated out in the open. “I wanted to forget about you.”

His silence mocked you. The 6’3 handsome and usually word-y jock—the boy you really, just really, really loved, gazed at you as if your turbulence, though with a slip of concern on his façade. You continued, lips burning with words you only imagined you would say in a dream, “You hurt me, Reggie. I hated you for making me spend a summer without you. So, yeah. I did something. I slept with that douchebag, that serpent, just to forget about you. So, fuck you.”

The response was instant. An utter storm shadowed over his face. “Fuck me? Fuck me? Are you fucking kidding me?” His fingers wrapped tightly around his coifed hair, eyes blazing with chasms of void and anger. “The only thing I ever did was goddamn protect you! If you hadn’t been so stupid, you wouldn’t be in this mess. I shouldn’t have protected you from the start if it was going to lead this way.”

“Protected me from the start?” You questioned, beckoned with hatred.

“Yes! I’ve always been protecting you. I love you, [y/n]. So much. The reason I ended things is because you were going to end up broadcasted on this shitty book and—“ Reggie sighed and you looked at him confusingly. He stepped forward, “Look, last year I was in hell. My dad caught me doing some stupid shit and he was going to blame it on you. I needed to protect you, it was instinct. I had to break up with you because I couldn’t bear the guilt that—“

This time, it was your turn to slap him. Reggie snapped his head back at you, shocked.

“You stupid jerk,” your body shook from relief and at the same time, numbness. “You couldn’t have at least told me about that? I literally cried for a week because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you, the great Reggie freaking Mantle.”

Reggie stared at what only could have been eons, before shaking his head and returning a soft gaze that was only for you. “I’m sorry.”

You could shake your head as he placed out his warm hand next to yours, swirling and wrapping it around yours in the gentlest way possible.

It was an epiphany, when you looked at him and you had finally seen a glimpse of an extent that he would do for you. The balance was off and you had thought of it in the wrong way.

He loved you more than he loved himself.

omg i’m so sorry. whenever i write i’d always get so carried away with excessive details and annoying character musings!!! please tell me what you think! feel free to reblog or like or message me! always open to hear what you guys think huehue. :)

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meztliel · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @thebeshimifangirl muchos thank yous, you rule!

RULES: Answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions <<< yeah I don’t even have that many friends irl or online so I’m not tagging that many people jhc xD

I’m putting this under cut cuz dang this is long

1. Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi is only slightly less evil (at least they didn’t hire assassins to take out south american Coke employees trying to form unions)

2. Disney or dreamworks?

3. Coffee or tea? Coffee, unless it’s sweet raspberry iced tea, in which case that wins over everything

4. Books or movies? Books, but I’ve been reading less of em lately due to my shortened attention span

5. Windows or mac? Meh Windows I guess

6. DC or marvel? Can I say both?

7. Xbox or playstation? the first one (old school all the way)

8. Dragon age or mass effect? - Neither, ya nerds

9. Night owl or early riser? Night owl. I wanna die every time I have to be up early for work at 5 fucking a.m. in the morning

10. Cards or chess? -Cards but, like, only easy shit...and my dumbass doesn’t know how to play chess

11. Chocolate or vanilla? Meng, I dunno, chocolate I guess. Wait no, vanilla. Wait no chocolate....

12. Vans or converse? - Converse?? I used to wear converse when I was a teen lmao now I just wear thrift store boots

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar? - Wtf are those?

14. Fluff or angst? Nuuuu, I can’t choose. i love both pain and pleasure. Then again, some of my favorite fics have had angst so I’ll go with that.

15. Beach or forest? Forest, where I dance naked around a fire and covered in virgin blood

16. Dogs or cats? doGGIES

17. Clear skies or rain? rain

18. Cooking or eating out? eating out (at a restaurant, let me clarify lmao) I absolutely detest cooking and only do it out of necessity.

19. Spicy food or mild food? CALIENTE (My heritage is Mexican, come on, meng, of course i like it spicy)

20. Halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? Halloween/samhain

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? A little too cold, I already live in Minnesota that is like my life 90% of the year T_T

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? Super Saiyan

23. Animation or live action? I can’t choose (I’m so friggin indecisive)

24. Paragon or renegade? - gonna go with the same answer as you had >>>”I don’t think I know what this refers to.”

25. Baths or showers? Showers

26. Team cap or team ironman? - Oh, captain, my captain

27. Fantasy or sci-fi? Fantasy

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so, what are they?

“You can always die. It's living that takes real courage.” (-Himura Kenshin, Rurouni Kenshin)

“A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone.” (Tyrion Lannister, A Song of Ice and Fire)

“Frodo: I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened. Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil.” (The Lord of the Rings)

29. Youtube or netflix? Netube or youflix

30. Harry potter or percy jackson? Percy Muthafuckin’ Jackson.

31. When do you feel accomplished? When I eat an entire massive burrito in one sitting

32. Star wars or star trek? - Star Wars

33. Paperback or hardback books? Paperbacks. They cost less.

34. Horror or rom-com? Horror

35. TV shows or movies? Movies.

36. Favourite animal? Dogs! But ugghhh all animals are beautiful

37. Favourite genre of music? Idk, man! I love metal. There are just so many types of metal and while I like most, I’m more partial to symphonic, gothic, folk, and atmospheric black metal. But I’ve also been listening to a great deal of dark wave and goth rock lately. Oh and ugh, I love neoclassical gothic darkwave... or neoclassical anything. And baroque music. Ugh, see I can’t’ decide! Basically, I like anything dark (which baroque isn’t really but it can be rather “vampiric”)

38. Least favourite book? That I’ve read or in general? I forgot the name of the book (that’s how much I hate it), but it caused me so much distress I couldn’t finish reading it. The entire thing was fuckin’ depressing and after I read a scene in which a faithful pupper gets beaten to death, I had to stop.

39. Favourite season? Autumn. Perfect weather.

40. Song that’s currently stuck in your head? Nothing currenly but for the longest time I had “Your Master is Calling” by Pink Turns Blue stuck in my head

41. What kind of pyjama’s do you wear? I sleep in my underwear (minus bra) but I do have a pair of Pikachu pajama pants that I love lol.

42. How many existential crises do you have on an average day? My whole life is an existential crisis.

43. If you can only choose one song to be played at your funeral, what would it be? Funeral Cry by Dark Santuary. It’s beautifully tragic and solemn

44. Favourite theme song to a TV show? Game of Thrones opening (except that every time I hear it I also hear the South Park parody “wiener wiener wiener” lmao)

45. Harry potter movies or books? Nah

46. You can make your OTP become canon but you’ll forget that tumblr exists. will you do it? Since my OTP is me and bae Goku, I’d make that sacrifice and give up Tumblr XD ok but to make Pokeshipping real, yeah, totally

47. Do you play an instrument and if so, what is it? My man tried teaching me guitar but I failed lmao. I used to know a bit of keyboard.

48. What is the worst way to die? “Probably being kidnapped and tortured to death” <<< yup, and I’ll add sexual assault to that.

49. If you could be entirely invisible for a day, what would you do? I’d probably sneak in somewhere I shouldn’t

50. If you could have personally witnessed anything in history what would it be? Hm, I dunno, perhaps seeing the landing on the moon or anything miraculous like seeing film for the first time. Usually when I think of history I think of violence because that’s what we’re usually what’s focused on at school so thinking of a beautiful moment is difficult.

51. If you could understand animals but you could never understand humans again, would you? want to say yes but realistically, I might not

52. What is your most favourite album currently? Oh gosh, so many I love. Really feelin’ Belirdi Gece by the Turkish darkwave/post-punk band She Past Away.

53. What is your favourite TV show character? Not counting animated characters, I’ll go with Tyrion Lannister (Game of Thrones)

54. What is something you were obsessed with as a child? Pokemon, Ranma 1/2, Digimon, killer whales, el futbol

55. Do you have any tattoos/piercings and if not would you like any? I have a half-sleeve of Kenshin and Kaoru (Rurouni Kenshin) on my left arm, and on my right forearm I have small versions of Viserion, Drogon, and Rhaegal (dragons from Game of Thrones). I want more tattoos. Probably will be Goku or something Tolkien-related.

56. Biggest pet peeves? loud chewing, nasally “valleygirl” voices, slow walkers, and show-offy kids lmao

57. A place you’ve always wanted to visit? Japan, New Zealand

I tag @blue-karnage @haganehimura @mysteriouslysaltytragedy @thesupersaiyanvegetaxxx @daddygoku @dbzebra @ultragohankun @avalon90 @frauleinpflaume @thebohemianartist @moonmyobsession @rickseriastar @questdrivencollie @smol-bluemage @mandyqwrites and idk whoever else wants to do this and even if I tagged ya you don’t have to do this

#tag meme #get to know me #text post

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1:Full name?I don’t feel comfortable putting my full name on the Internet, sorry!2:Age?21.3:3 Fears?Dying young/alone, insects, and heights. 😣4:3 things I love?Video games, Christmas, and antique stores! 5:4 turn ons?A bright mind, a kind heart, a good sense of humor, and beautiful blue eyes.6:4 turn offs?Rudeness/disrespect, no communication, lack of affection, and caring only about sex. 7:My best friend?Jeremy and my bf Stephen :’)8:Sexual orientation?Pansexual!9:My best first date?I honestly don’t even know? 10:How tall am I?About 5'2", I think.11:What do I miss?Stephen while he’s at work!12:What time was I born?I’m actually not 100% sure? I wanna say sometime around 6-7 am but I’m not positive.13:Favorite color?Blue! 💙14:Do I have a crush?Yes, on my boyfriend 😎15:Favorite quote?I’m never good at answering this question, I can never really think of any quotes 😅🙈16:Favorite place?Antique stores are guaranteed to be a favorite place of mine, no matter what. 17:Favorite food?Anything involving chicken and cheese, tbh. But my favorite treat is always brownies. 😍18:Do I use sarcasm?Quite heavily, yes 😂19:What am I listening to right now?Don’t Fear The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult20:First thing I notice in new person?I tend to notice everything at once. I’m a quick judge of character and I’m very good at taking things in.21:Shoe size?6.22:Eye color?Brown.23:Hair color?Also brown!24:Favorite style of clothing?Anything that looks like it came directly from Stevie Nicks or Marc Bolan. 😎 I love ‘60s and '70s-esque clothing. It’s the best!25:Kiss someone that starts with the letter “R”?Nope. 27:Meaning behind my URL?I’m John Entwistle’s wife 😘28:Kiss someone that starts with the letter “M”?Nope again.29:Favorite song?That’s waaaaaay too hard of a question, my dude. 😂 Anything by The Who, I’ll just say that.30:Favorite band?The Who, for sure 🤗❤️31:How I feel right now?Very nice! I’m super cozy and content and quite happy. :’) 32:Someone I love?Stephen 😊33:My current relationship status?In a relationship 🌈💕34:My relationship with my parentsMy relationship with my mom is great, we’re as close as can be- but I essentially have no relationship at all with my dad. 35:Favorite holiday?Halloween and Christmas are tied, I can’t pick between them. 😎🎃🎄36:Tattoos and piercing I have?None at all.37:Tattoos and piercing I want?I want a little crescent moon tattoo for sure, and maybe a tiny feather as well.38:The reason I joined Tumblr?It was in 2012 when I was going through an extremely tough time and I had started homeschooling due to an unfortunate decline in my health. I lost all my friends at school and was looking for a way to meet new people with similar interests and occupy my time. 39:Do I and my last ex hate each other?Hate is a strong word. I don’t think he hates me, and I don’t hate him. But I don’t have anything good to say about him though; I’m pretty bitter about how things ended. 40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?Whenever I’m not physically with my bf, he always sends me those and vice versa. :’)41:Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?Noooo, lmao.42:When did I last hold hands?Yesterday. 43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?Lmaoooo oh boy. It tends to take me at least an hour and a half to two hours. 😅😂🙈44:Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?Yeah.45:Where am I right now?On Stephen’s couch with one of his sisters while she helps assist me on a difficult part of BOTW 😂46:If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?Probably Stephen m and his family, honestly.47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Depends on how I’m feeling, but usually I prefer it loud. B)48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad?I live with my mom. But as of lately, more than half of the time I’ve been staying with Stephen and his family. 😌💕49:Am I excited for anything?My future. :’) 50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?Yes! A couple people.51:How often do I wear a fake smile?I try not to, but I do sometimes.52:When was the last time I hugged someone?Early this morning. 53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?I would be more than devastated. But I don’t need to worry about that because that would never happen.54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Probably… 55:What is something I disliked about today?My day has just begun, so nothing yet!56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?John Entwistle, even though he isn’t alive anymore. 57:What do I think about most?Stephen and our future. 58:What’s my strangest talent?My excellent impressions. 59:Do I have any strange phobias?I have a phobia of ants that most people think is strange and “funny”.60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?I am fine with either, actually. I love being the subject and also the photographer. I don’t have a preference. 😁61:What was the last lie I told?Probably that I’m fine. 62:Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Depends on the person! Probably talking on the phone, though. 63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?I 100% believe in ghosts. And I love to ponder the idea of aliens, but I’m not 100% sold on the idea. I love reading about the concept of them though. 64:Do I believe in magic?Nah. 65:Do I believe in luck?Sort of!66:What’s the weather like right now?Sunny as FUCK I hate Florida lmao67:What was the last book I’ve read?Gyo by Junji Ito 68:Do I like the smell of gasoline?Yessss, it’s gr8 👌🏼69:Do I have any nicknames?Everybody calls me Kait. And Stephen has a bunch of personal nicknames for me 😊70:What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?A fractured ankle, I’d say.71:Do I spend money or save it?I definitely spend it….. 😅72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue?Nope, I can’t.73:Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? I don’t think so :o74:Favorite animal?Cats and bats and red pandas 😎75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Cuddling with Stephen.76:What do I think is Satan’s last name is?Trump LOL77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Kokomo by The Beach Boys78:How can you win my heart?You can’t, it’s already won 😘79:What would I want to be written on my tombstone?“She has returned to the cosmos from whence she came” 80:What is my favorite word?Groovy.81:My top 5 blogs on Tumblr?I don’t wanna list just 5 because I love so many blogs, and I don’t like playing favorites 😭82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?Something rambly about peace, I’m sure.83:Do I have any relatives in jail?Not that I know of!84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?Probably invisibility.85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?I’m actually not sure? I’m openly honest about most things but I would probably be afraid to discuss my sexual ventures with my family if they were to ask, for example… 😅86:What is my current desktop picture?I don’t have an actual computer but my background on my iPad is a picture of John Entwistle smiling, and my background on my phone is a photo of me and Stephen at the beach that my mom took of us.87:Had sex?Yes.88:Bought condoms?Also yes.89:Gotten pregnant?Definitely not!90:Failed a class?Yes lmao 😅91:Kissed a boy?Yessss.92:Kissed a girl?Nope.93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?Not yet!94:Had job?Yes. 95:Left the house without my wallet?Many times, lmao.96:Bullied someone on the internet?When I was very young; it’s not something I’m proud of. 97:Had sex in public?Nooooo, lmao.98:Played on a sports team?When I was in school, yes- the basketball team 😎99:Smoked weed?Nope.100:Did drugs?Also nope.101:Smoked cigarettes?Yeah.102:Drank alcohol?Mhm. 103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan?No I’m not. 104:Been overweight?Not really? Maybe a little when I was a preteen.105:Been underweight?Nah.106:Been to a wedding?Yes!107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?Most likely LOL.108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight?Also definitely a yes, especially in the past when I’ve been sick.109:Been outside my home country?Not yet!110:Gotten my heart broken?Many times.111:Been to a professional sports game?I think so?112:Broken a bone?Nah.113:Cut myself?Yes.114:Been to prom?No.115:Been in airplane?Not yet, I’m kinda scared to. 😅116:Fly by helicopter?Also no 😅117:What concerts have I been to?Art Garfunkel twice, Paul McCartney three times, The Who, The Beach Boys two or three times, Brian Wilson twice, Air Supply, Joan Jett (she opened for The Who), Ringo Starr twice, The Monkees, a Led Zeppelin tribute band, a Beatles tribute band a few times, Stevie Nicks, and I’m seeing Paul Simon in a few months 😎118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Yes lmao119:Learned another language?Yes!120:Wore make up?Also yes.121:Lost my virginity before I was 18?Nope. 122:Had oral sex?Yesss 👌🏼123:Dyed my hair?I used to dye it black for a few years. 124:Voted in a presidential election? No, actually.125:Rode in an ambulance?Yes :(126:Had a surgery?Thankfully not.127:Met someone famous?Yes, Ringo Starr 😎🌟128:Stalked someone on a social network?I think everyone has at some point to some extent 😅129:Peed outside?Lmao no 😂130:Been fishing?Actually, I have not!131:Helped with charity?Yes.132:Been rejected by a crush?So many times lmao 133:Broken a mirror?Accidentally! 134:What do I want for my birthday?I actually am not sure tbh? I haven’t really thought about it…as long as I get to spend it with the people I love, I’m happy :’) 135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names?At least one or two, but I haven’t thought of names, really 😌136:Was I named after anyone?My middle name is in honor of my great grandma.137:Do I like my handwriting?Yes, it’s decent sometimes! 138:What was my favorite toy as a child? Nintendo 64 LMAO I have always loved it 😎139:Favorite TV show?That '70s Show and Always Sunny.140:Where do I want to live when older?I dunno, wherever my life takes me! It would be rad to live in England though 😎141:Play any musical instrument?Sadly not, lmao.142:One of my scars, how did I get it?I fell down onto the driveway when I was little and scraped my elbow and the scar is still visible. 143:Favorite pizza toping?Pineapple ;;;;;;)144:Am I afraid of the dark?Nah.145:Am I afraid of heights?Oh yes, absolutely 😅146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?Lmaooooo kinda? 😂147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yup, happens all the time.148:What I’m really bad at?Living 😅149:What my greatest achievments are?Getting my art to Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey tbh 150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me?People say mean shit to me often, I don’t know what the worst thing has been though honestly 😅🙈151:What I’d do if I won the lottery?I would grab Stephen and my family and go shoppin 💃🏻152:What do I like about myself? I like my artistic talents and capabilities and I especially like my fashion sense and music taste 😎153:My closest Tumblr friend?Jeremy 😁154:Something I fantasise about?My future, yo! ✨

Thanks v much!!! This took awhile 😅💕

#about me #long post

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