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stargazedwinchester · 3 months

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Telephone | Sam Winchester #02

It had only been 13 days since the pair of you had spoken. The conversations grew drier by the day, and it left you somewhat disappointed, but not surprised. You had always checked your phone the moment you woke up, to before you went to sleep the same night, hoping that the spark you both had would suddenly arise and everything would be okay again. You always told yourself that he was just busy and that he would get back to you, that he’s dealing with something personal with this ‘Dean’ guy and that it’ll be okay. That’s what you told yourself.

It was 4:25am on a Thursday morning, rain pattered on your window, and the moonlight glared slightly through your curtains. Your phone buzzed harshly on your bedside table, it’s blue light illuminating the room. You awake suddenly, your heart racing from the noise. Your eyes stung as you tried to remain awake, you rotated your phone towards you. “Sam?” You whisper, utter confusion and excitement overtook your whole body, what the Hell is he doing calling at this time?

You answered the phone, greeted by loud music, screaming and laughing. “Sam?” You call, unsure whether he could hear you. “Y/N? You there?” Sam answered, and you sigh. “Why are you calling me this late?” You asked, and rubbed your forehead, leaning back onto your pillow. “Uh, I don’t know.” He slurs. “Are you drunk?” You proceeded, and the other line remained quiet. “I don’t know,” He giggled, and you kept a straight face. “This better be worth it, Sam.” You said, clearly frustrated with him. “It is, I guess.” You heard a door creek open and the noise began to fade, Sam coughed lightly to break the silence, and you smiled slightly. “I’m sorry.” He continued after a while, sighing heavily down the phone. “What for?” You asked, totally knowing what for, but still wanting to hear it from him, rather than your own brain. “You know what for,” He said, and paused for a slight second. “I’m a dick.”

“Well, yeah.” You half joked, and you heard a laugh from the other side. “I should’ve contacted you, but it’s been so hectic at home,” Sam mentioned, an awkward silence hung between the two of you, and Sam sighed heavily.

“God, I’m so drunk.” He laughed to himself as you hear him perch himself onto a bench. “Like I said, this better be worth it.” You threatened him, leaning back onto your bed, hugging the duvets as you rest your head back onto your pillow. “It is, Y/N. I promise it is…” Sam struggled to get his words out, chuckling and mumbling quietly as the crickets chirped loud enough for you to hear through the phone. You waited patiently for him to gather his words, impatience running through your veins each second that passed. You pursed your lips as you stared at the dark oak beams on your bedroom ceiling, then out of the window that was only cracked half open, the curtains flowing elegantly against the wind. The late-night sky flushed the sky with a Prussian blue, faded with coral. The moon faintly shone through the silhouettes of the trees, swaying gently.

“I want to say something now before I never get to say it.” Sam says, caution haunted his voice. “What is it?” you ask, diverting your eyes from the window.

“The only person I’ve ever opened up with is my brother, Dean. I have genuinely only spent my life with him growing up, our mom died in a house fire when I was 6 months old, and my dad was mostly absent. He’d go away for weeks with little to no warning. It’s just him and I.” He paused, before continuing. “My dad passed a few days ago. He had a horrible disease and he tried to get better but… it didn’t work. The doctors couldn’t do much for him.” He sighs gently. You were a little surprised with what he just told you, “Oh, Sam, I’m so sorry.”

“Nah, don’t be. He was a dick.”

“But he was your dad. Dick or not. That’s a traumatic thing to go through and I’m really sorry you had to witness it at such a young age.”

Your words seem to make Sam realise that his childhood wasn’t something of the norm, in fact, it was something so different to your own. He huffs, not exactly knowing what to say next. “Sorry Sam, listen, its really late and I’m sure you’re missing a lot at your party, but I’m so tired…” You hint at him that you really need to get some sleep, he coughs and you can hear him shuffle through the phone. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to wake you so abruptly. It won’t happen again. Have a good night.” He chuckles, waiting for a response. “Goodnight, Sam.” You say, ending the phone call.

What the hell could Sam have wanted at 4:25 in the morning? Did he need something? Did he need help? For all you knew, it could’ve been him not thinking straight. You try to not think too much into it as you will not allow yourself to get close with anyone because of your past and your present. Trying to juggle a relationship and also trying to keep your hunting life private has always been at the bottom of your priority list. Things like this get too much for you, so you’d rather stay out of it.

The next morning, you wake up and check your phone, reading 3 unread texts from Sam Winchester:

Sam W: 4 hrs ago

Hey Y/N. Sorry to wake you. Don’t have many

people to talk to. I felt vulnerable. I’m sorry

Sam W: 4 hrs ago

I was wondering if ur busy on Monday? Would like to see u again

Sam W: 3hr 57m ago

Srry for spam. If ur busy I get it. Call me

At the sight of the texts, your heart flutters. He wants to see me? You feel yourself getting a little too excited about this, being that you had only met the guy once before. Sure enough you kept in contact for a while, but was it really worth getting your hopes up like this? Who knows. He could just ditch you again.

Y/N: 1m ago

Yeah ok, I will meet you. Where? What time?

I quickly shoot him a text and get out of bed, stepping outside of my bedroom and right downstairs to get breakfast. I’m quickly met with my dad who’s stood at the stove currently making breakfast.

“Hey honey,” He greets me, a warm smile on his face. He was separating the already scrambled eggs onto two plates. He then reaches over for the bacon from the other pan. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starved, thank you.” I sit at the kitchen bar waiting for him to finish plating up. “Where’s mom?” I ask, standing back up and getting cutlery ready. “She’s gone for information on a new hunt in another state with her friends.”

“Without saying goodbye? How long has she gone for?”

“She kind of just took off this morning, sweetheart. I don’t even remember if she said goodbye to me either,” He chuckled softly, passing you a plate made up of scrambled egg, bacon, pork sausages and toast. “Thanks dad.” I slowly sit back down, before he starts to talk again. “We were supposed to do the hunt together, me and your mom… we had it all planned out but she’s just left. You remember us telling you about the case in Connecticut?” He forks a mouthful of food into his mouth, as if all of this wasn’t even a problem to begin with. The sun was shining right into his mocha coloured eyes, the peppered grey in his hair almost white. “Yeah, I do. Is that where she is?”

“Maybe. The cabin we wanted to go check out was in Windsor.” You nod, showing you’re listening to him. Your phone buzzed on the table, the blue light now not so prominent as last night flashes a name, Sam W.

Sam W: 1m ago

Sry, have to cancel Monday. GTG 2 Alaska. On our way there now. Be there for a while.

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joviewinchester · 3 years

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“You’re absolutely positive you can’t come with me?” Y/N asked Matt.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I work that day. Maybe you can ask Ty or Stefan or something.”

“Yep. Been there done that. Stefan has plans to hang out with Caroline and Tyler has another wedding to go to by some stupid twisted chance of fate. I hate June.”

“You can…well, I’m not even going to suggest that torture.” Matt said cutting himself off.

“What? Anything is better than the torture of my family trying to set me up with someone.”

“You could ask Damon, but then again, he’s literally the worst. I guess pick your poison. Damon Salvatore or wedding set up. Personally I’d go with the latter.”

Y/N patted Matt on the shoulder and sighed. “You don’t know my family.” She exited The Grill and reluctantly drove to the Salvatore Boarding House.

She knocked, and Damon immediately opened the door. “You know, I was wondering when the tension would catch up to you.” He smirked.

“That is not why I’m here, Damon. I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

Y/N sighed and took a deep breath before starting her rant. “I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”

“And what do I get out of agreeing to this?”

“Um…I don’t know? The wedding is literally tomorrow and I have no other option so…I have no clue. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh? I’ll let you know when I figure out what that is. What time does this wedding start tomorrow?”

“Wedding’s from 5:00 to 6:00 and the reception’s from 6:30 to 10:00, unfortunately, I have to help with setup, so I have to be there three hours early, it was almost five luckily I got out of that, but I’m not going to make you deal with that, so I’ll leave from there early, come pick you up around 4:30. Dress nice…but not too nice. You’re already going to outshine the groom. My cousin does not know how to pick em.”

“That was a very trivial way of you saying you think I’m attractive. I’ll be ready, and don’t think I’ll forget that you owe me.”

“I wasn’t saying that! And I didn’t think you would forget. Not even for a second. And one more thing, please don’t eat any of my relatives.”

“Oh I’m not that bad. Why would I eat one of them when I could eat you?” He said eying her from head to toe.

“Stop making everything sexual! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She exclaimed as she brushed her hair to cover her red face.

He watched her as she walked back to her car, because let’s be honest with ourselves, he loved to see her walk away, then he shut the door and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

“Did Y/N just ask you to her cousin’s wedding?” Stefan asked walking downstairs.

“Why yes she did, brother.”

“Then you’re welcome. I don’t actually have plans with Caroline tomorrow. I told her that so she’d ask you. Don’t screw it up.”

“Really Stefan? I could’ve gotten the girl on my own. I’ve had plenty of practice.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Y/N is different. She likes you, but she doesn’t like you just because she wants to sleep with you. She likes you because she wants to be in a relationship with you. If you don’t want that, then don’t lead her on. Promise me you won’t lead her on.”

“Do you really think that low of me, Stef?” Damon asked placing his palm over his chest.

“I won’t hurt her. Believe it or not, I actually like her, and tomorrow I’m going to be a perfect angel around her family, and she’ll have no choice but to invite me to another family event. I will be the best fake boyfriend. Mark my words.”

The next day was absolute torture for Y/N to say the least. “Y/N, Mark and Angela have to be seated near the back. They have not earned the status of front and center. Move the cards.” Her cousin, Allison, was normally really sweet, but she was an extreme bridezilla.

Y/N rolled her eyes but did as she was told. She expected for Allison to follow her every order when her wedding came around.

“So, Auntie Bethany has invited a really cool guy to set you up with. His name is Reggie and he’s so much nicer than the last one.” Allison said taking a minute to rest, which did not bother Y/N one bit.

“First of all, I’m eighteen which is freshly out of high school, I don’t know why she thinks it’s so urgent for me to settle down. Second of all, mom is going to be real disappointed because I actually have a boyfriend now and I invited him. I mentioned him a few weeks ago to you.”

“Now that you say that, I remember you mentioning it.” Yeah, she didn’t say a word, but Allison bought it and that’s all that mattered. She’d been pushing her to get a date since the wedding was announced.

“Speaking of which, it’s 4:00 and I told him I’d be there to pick him up at 4:30. You don’t mind me leaving a bit early do you?”

“No. Of course not. Chloe, Lilly, and Amy will help me finish my makeup then I should be all ready! Can’t wait to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours.”

Y/N waved at the other bridesmaids, who all glared back at her for leaving them alone, and got in her car to get Damon. She knocked.

“Just a minute!” She heard him call. He opened the door a couple minutes later.

She smiled brightly. “You look great.” She said.

“Yeah, and you look…gorgeous. Your cousin was very generous with the bridesmaids dresses.” Damon commented.

https://shoplook.io/outfit-preview/2847398

“Come on. If we’re late I will not hear the end of it.”

Once they arrived, there were literally like five minutes till the start of the wedding. “Shit.” She muttered. “Just sit down and avoid eye contact at all costs. I really wish she hadn’t made me a bridesmaid.” Y/N muttered the last part and got to her place.

The ceremony lasted forever. The only thing that made it tolerable was watching Damon mess with the dude sitting next to him.

“Oh my god. That was literally the longest wedding ever. Why the hell did she force us to wear heels?”

“On the bright side, you were definitely the hottest bridesmaid up there.”

She elbowed his side playfully. “Oh shut up. Now come on, we need to get going. If we’re late to the reception, my mom will kill me. I haven’t even got to talk to her yet.” Y/N to practically dragged Damon to the car.

Of course the reception was about as cliche as the ceremony. It was held in a big old barn decorated with fairy lights.

“There’s my mom. Come on, act coupley or whatever, and be on your best behavior would you?”

“Oh, Y/N I’m hurt. When am I not?” He wrapped an arm around her waist.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at his antics.

“Hey, mom.”

Her mother looked kind of upset. “Come on, Y/N. You should’ve told me you were bringing a date. Reggie is going to be disappointed.” Her mother motioned backwards towards a guy who was already making out with another bridesmaid.

“Yeah…that him? He doesn’t seem too upset. I wouldn’t worry about it. Mom, this is Damon, my boyfriend.”

They shook hands. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much, and can I just say, you look lovely this evening. Speaking of which, where’s the lucky man?”

“Oh, he’s just over there talking to the groom. I’m glad that Y/N has finally gotten a boyfriend. I was starting to think she was going to be single forever.”

“Mom, cool it, will you? I’m eighteen years old. I just enrolled in college. I’m not getting married anytime soon. I know that’s how people in our family usually do it, but I don’t want to be married and have three kids running around by the time I’m twenty five. Okay?”

“You may feel that way now, dear, but wait until the baby fever catches up to you.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I need a drink.” She mumbled with hostility.

“Y/N Y/M/N! You are not drinking any alcohol!” Her mother scolded after her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble. You just have fun. Raising a girl with that attitude must have kept you away from fun quite a bit.” Bethany laughed.

“You have no idea.”

Damon followed Y/N to the open bar, and found her with a wine glass filled to the very top.

“Dude, first of all you aren’t even of age, and second of all, do you really want to get drunk at a relative’s wedding? Answer, no. No you don’t.”

“You don’t know what I want, Damon. Just go charm off the pants of another middle aged woman.”

“I’m trying to be a perfect fake boyfriend so your mom will get off your back. Did you already drink one of these?” He asked taking the glass from her hands and swirling it around.

“Yeah, duh. Did you meet my mom? She makes it her mission to control every aspect of her life. I love her, but some alchohol would really help me love her even more. Here gimme that.” She said grabbing the glass from his hand. She downed the whole thing in one go as if it was just a shot glass.

“Y/F/N! No! You are banned from this bar for the rest of the night. Come on.” He hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Damon...what are you doing? You’re supposed to be the least responsible one in this fake relationship.” She whined.

“No. I’m supposed to be like a real boyfriend which means I have to keep you out of trouble and do everything I can to make your parents like me which is what I’m doing.”

“Come on. Just let me walk. I won’t do anything stupid. I promise.”

“No.” Y/N huffed.

“Fine. If you want some douchebags looking up my dress then whatever.”

“Fine! Okay fine. I’ll put you down, but only because I’m your douchebag, and I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise.”

They ran back into Y/N’s parents.

“Did you get her away from the bar before she went psycho?” Mrs. Y/L/N asked.

“No. I took away the wine glass and she took it back and chugged it.” Damon said glaring at her.

“I’m fine. See?” She walked in a straight line.

“Oh come on Bethany. Lighten up. If you think she isn’t too young to get married then don’t you think in that mindset that she isn’t too young to drink alcohol.” Her father, Chris, said.

Y/N snapped and pointed at her dad. “Yeah. He’s totally right? Ready to admit that eighteen is too young for someone to get married?”

“Fine. It’s too young. Now no more drinks for the rest of the night, missy.”

She smiled triumphantly, but then she started sulking again. “Rest of the night? As in I have to stay here for the rest of the night and not drink anything?”

“Fine. You can leave like an hour early, but come talk to me before you leave. Have fun, but not too much fun.”

Y/N smirked. “I thought you wanted grandkids?” Her dad choked on his drink.

“Y/N!”

“Kidding. I’m obviously kidding…mostly. Bye!”

“You’re a lot of fun when you’re not avoiding being killed by some type of villain. I like you when you’re not in serious mode.”

“I’m so so sorry that I don’t have any witchy woo or an immortal life, but you do have to admit, I am amazing with a crossbow.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sure you are. Even though you’ve almost hit me multiple times.”

“Exactly. I’m amazing with a crossbow. By the way, Allison wanted to meet you. We should get that over with.”

“Okay. That was uncalled for. You can’t just change the subject after admitting to trying to murder me multiple times.”

“You would have healed. What do you want me to do? Fall at your feet like Elena?” Y/N asked clearly passive aggressive.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Stop walking for a second. Are you jealous of Elena?”

“What?! No. Why would I be? I don’t…I don’t even like you!”

“This wedding has proved that statement otherwise. Come on. Admit it. You. Are. Jealous. You want to get with all of this! You want to go for a ride on the Salvatore train!”

“No! No! No! I don’t! I don’t like you! I don’t want you! You... you infuriate me to no end!”

“But you like that don’t you? You like it when I get you all flustered. And don’t think I didn’t catch you blushing earlier when I called myself yours, given I said I was your douchebag, but you still blushed. Not to mention the fact that you put my hand back on your waist when we were walking back from the bar. You like me.”

“No I don’t! Everything that happened here was for show! It was for show.” She defended.

“The only reason you didn’t want to invite me to this wedding is because you knew that I would get your heart racing. Yeah. I can hear that.”

Y/N ran her hands over her face in frustration. “Oh. Don’t mess up your makeup. I can do that for you later.” Damon smirked. So what? His plan to be perfect didn’t last very long, but this plan seemed to be working just fine.

“Stop. Stop saying stuff like that.” She whisper shouted.

Damon leaned in. His mouth was only inches away from her ear. “Why? Does it…frustrate you?”

Y/N gave him a glare and crossed her arms, huffing. Damon smirked. She grabbed his wrist and took him outside.

Damon still had a smug look on his face. “You wanna know how you really make me feel? Yes, Damon! Yes you fucking frustrate me! You make me question my existence on a daily basis and sometimes I even wonder why me?! Why does he like me?! I’m no Elena. I’m not the perfect annoying ass girl next door, and I still don’t know the answer, but you know what?! Since you’re deciding to push me and push me until I explode, I love you, Damon Salvatore! I fucking love you!”

After seconds of tension filled silence and staring at each other, Damon smashed his lips against hers. She immediately kissed him back. She felt his hands gradually slide further down her back, until they were groping her ass. She pushed him away out of spite. “No.” She stated crossing her arms defiantly.

“Really? You’re going to be like this? Now?”

“Yes. Yes I am. Say it back and maybe I’ll be more lenient.” She sassed.

“I thought it was a given. I’ve literally been flirting with you and pining after you for months, Y/N. Of course I love you.”

“Was that so hard?” She joked. She leaned in to kiss him again, this time resting his hands on her butt. He squeezed her ass making her gasp, and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. This isn’t your honeymoon Y/N.” Allison had walked out of her own reception looking for her.

“Oh, shit. Sorry Alli. So what’s up?” Y/N asked slightly out of breath.

“Well, I was promised that I could meet your mystery man, but you were nowhere to be found. I decided to look for you myself. Aunt Bethany was complaining about your grandkids joke earlier. I didn’t think you were serious.” She joked.

“So, this is Damon. Damon this is my cousin, Allison.”

“Nice to finally meet you. By the way Y/N, I connected the dots, and I realized after getting out of the point where I was completely freaking out, sorry about that by the way, that this is the same Damon that you literally used to call me just to complain about on the daily.”

“Hey, now. Let’s not bring that up, especially the things that I said…” Allison cut her off.

“She used to call me and talk about how annoying you were. I believe one time she called you a flaming douche nozzle? That sounds about right. Every single call always ended with her saying he is so infuriatingly attractive. It’s not even fair.” She knew she was embarrassing her cousin, and to be honest she loved it.

“Hey! He doesn’t need an ego boost! Trust me. I would know.”

“Okay. Okay. All jokes aside, if you are leaving, your mom and dad wanted to talk to you. Oh, and I won’t tell them about this little encounter. I know how they can be.” Allison winked and walked back in the building.

“Was it just me, or did we just get permission from the bride to leave? Come on we have got to hurry up and talk to my parents so we can get out of here.”

“What’s got you in such a rush to leave?” Damon winked.

“None of that. Stop. No. No. Bad.” She said pointing her finger at him.

“Relax. I won’t be myself, but only for you.” They walked back into the reception making a bee line to her parents.

“Hey mom, we’re about to head out.”

“Y/N, your lipstick is a little smudged.” Her mom said. Damon had to look away to stop himself from laughing.

“Huh. Is it? Must’ve been from where I got a drink. Anywho I love you guys and we will see you later.”

“Wait a second. Damon would you like to come over for dinner this Friday?”

“Of course. I’d love to Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Great. We cannot wait to see you again. Alright. I won’t keep you. Have a nice night.” They both waved goodbye to her parents and headed back to the Salvatore house. They walked in, and Damon poured a couple of glasses of bourbon.

“I have been accepted by your family. I’d say this calls for celebration.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to drink, dad.”

“Oh shut up. You can do whatever the hell you want when your parents aren’t there to witness it.” Y/N rolled her eyes, and flopped on the couch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep no matter what you say.”

“Come on then.”

“Where?”

“If you’re going to sleep then you’re coming with me to a comfy bed, not the couch.” Instead of waiting for her to reapond or get up, he slug her over his shoulder and took her upstairs.

“Goodnight, Damon.” She said sleepily.

“Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”

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dreamwritesimagines · 6 years

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Don’t You Love Me? 12- ‘Cause I’m Going Numb [Steve Rogers x Reader]

A.N.: Your feedback makes me so happy and helps me write faster, please keep it coming! <3

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of addiction, self destructive behavior, cussing, explicit language, mentions of sex. Read with care please.

Summary: Secrets bring more secrets.

Word Count: 2995

Chapters:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

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By the time Steve got there with Natasha, you were already pretty drunk. While you were sure neither of them would approve, it wasn’t like they had any chance to disapprove. Steve could barely say two words to you before Maria came to pull him into a meeting because apparently, “Council wanted to make sure Captain America was not in danger”.

Other Avengers –including Bucky- got there in half an hour after Steve and Natasha arrived. Natasha and Tony exchanged glances before he walked your way, while you kept typing various passwords.

You could never be too careful, after all.

“Hey there,” Tony said, “Pepper was worried about you.”

“We’ve been over this Tony, tell her not to.”

“You know that’s not how it works.” Tony heaved a sigh, and leaned back to the table, “How much did you drink?”

“Not enough for this fucking conversation.”

“You really think this is a good idea?”

“Honestly man, I don’t give a fuck what is a good or a bad idea anymore.”

“When this whole thing is over, I’m dragging you to rehab.”

You looked up at him, “Oh you think this shit will ever be over?” You asked but before he could say anything else, Bucky had already stepped in.

“Could I have a word with her, Stark?”

“Great…” You mumbled as Tony walked away and you looked at Bucky for a second before turning you gaze back to computer screen, “Not that I don’t appreciate the whole intervention approach, but I’m really busy, Buck.”

“Intervention?”

“Yeah, you know-“ You scoffed “Whole drinking is bad for you shit, which no offense, but Pepper and Tony are enough for that so…”

“I was just gonna congratulate you.”

That got you distracted and you looked at him, “Hm?”

“Yeah, with Steve. It’s good to see he finally got the courage to ask you out.”

You thought for a second, “I think I was the one who asked him out. Or…basically begged him to kiss me.”

“Trust me, if I know Steve, you honestly didn’t have to beg.”

You found yourself smiling before your eyes shot up to his and you bit on your lip.

“I know what you’re doing, Barnes.”

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re making me talk about Spangles so that I will feel better and less bitter. I’m just drunk, not stupid.”

“Is it working then?” Bucky asked with a small smile and you rolled your eyes,

“You had a chance to talk to your bro?”

“I have.”

“Is he fed up already? Because I would be.”

“Fed up?” Bucky repeated, then shook his head, “Nah he’s just worried about you. You should’ve seen how fast he moved to get here to see you.”

“You do realize you’re breaking the bro code right now, hm?” You asked, “You’re supposed to keep your best friend away from danger, and I’m as dangerous as it gets.”

Bucky scoffed, “You make it sound like I could ever keep Steve away from danger. The guy tends to run towards it.”

You let out a bitter laugh, “Now to think of it, you might not have to.”

“Hm?”

You scoffed, “Captain America belongs to America, Buck. And that council that’s grilling his ass right now? Guess what they won’t allow.”

Bucky shot you a quizzical look, “What?”

“Him, being with me.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “I’m sorry, for a second there I thought you implied Steve obeyed anything people told him to.”

“He might not have a choice.”

“I repeat, we’re talking about Steve. He has been defying orders for about a hundred years now and you think a council will change his mind?”

You heaved a sigh and lifted the bottle but realized it was empty so you put it down again, rolling your eyes.

“There’s not much he can do if-“ You started but the small sound coming from the computer made you distracted and you turned your head.

All the passwords were entered and finally, the files were there for you to open. You dragged your fingertip on the screen at the same time Steve walked in but you forced yourself not to look his way until he took his seat.

“Okay…” You mumbled to yourself and clicked on the button so that it would be projected on the wall and walked to stand in front of your desk, still holding the tablet, “Welcome to the screening of the bad guy of the year.”

Steve kept his eyes on you while the rest of the Avengers leaned forward. You pursed your lips, then took a deep breath.

“Meet Trent von Strucker, guys.”

Steve’s head shot up and Tony frowned.

“Von Strucker as in…”

“Yeah. As in Baron Wolfgang von Strucker, one of the leaders of Hydra. You’re looking at his oldest son, apple of his eye, pride of his psycho family.” You clicked on the screen, “He- um… he was raised to take his father’s place, when the time came. Last I heard, Baron Strucker was considering retirement so probably Trent has more power now than before. His headquarters was in-“

“I’m sorry,” Tony cut you off, “How exactly were you involved with this guy?”

“Tony…”

“It’s fine,” You told Steve, then shrugged, “He um- when I was… I don’t know, like eighteen or something, I got in way over my head and accidentally hacked a stupid government file. Needless to say, I was in serious trouble until… Until Trent found me.”

“But if you got married-“

“I didn’t know,” You shook your head fervently, “I had no idea about what HYDRA was, okay? You’re eighteen, a guy is nice to you, you think that shit is love.”

“No one is judging you, Y/N.” Natasha said slowly and you scoffed.

“Honestly Tash at this point, I’m way too fucking drunk to care about that.”

“Maybe we can do this once you’re-“

“You think I can actually talk about this asshole when I’m sober?” You asked Steve and licked your lips. “Anyway. Couple years in, I had this idea-“ You paused, “It- it doesn’t matter. I thought it’d make everyone’s lives better, but of course HYDRA always finds a way to twist good intentions. When I told Trent about it-“

“What was the idea?”

You gritted your teeth, “Doesn’t matter.” You mumbled, “I told Trent about it, and he started- acting suspicious. I don’t even know what was so suspicious about it, but something was. So I hacked him to see what his deal was and… there it was. HYDRA and all its files.”

“Hold on, all its files?”

You shrugged slightly, “I’m good at what I do. Well, I am when I’m sober and I was sober back then.”

Tony stole a look at Bruce before turning to you, “Do you still have those files?”

“Some of them.”

“I thought you said-“

“Yeah, then Trent found out I was snooping around, and then…” You paused, “Anyways-“

Steve frowned, “What happened when he found out?”

“Oh you don’t wanna know what happened then.” You chuckled bitterly, “The reason for this story time is,” You cleared your throat, “I was with him for years, and the guy- he doesn’t have any weaknesses.”

“Everyone has weaknesses.”

“Trent doesn’t, because he doesn’t love anything. There’s nothing we can use against him but HYDRA itself.”

“HYDRA itself?”

You nodded, “I spent some time with Trent’s dad, and when I hacked HYDRA, I put all the pieces together. He raised his son to be the perfect leader for the HYDRA, that’s all that ever matters to Trent. Making his old man proud.”

“I don’t want to sound insensitive, but…” Clint said, “How about- how about you?”

“Me?”

“The bastard is the creepy obsessive ex, right?”

“It’s not because he gives a shit about me.” You shook your head, “I got away, he got pissed. Simple as that.”

“There’s nothing more?”

You gulped, lying was much harder when you were drunk as hell.

“No.” You hoped your lie sounded convincing, “No there isn’t. So we can’t exactly beat him by using me-”

“No one is talking about using you.” Steve cut you off and you scoffed.

“No but that’s what I would suggest if it were someone else.” You shrugged, “It’d make perfect sense. Too bad he doesn’t care about me, so it wouldn’t work.”

Natasha clicked her tongue, “How about his father?”

“Baron Strucker? I last spotted him in Germany.”

“Maybe we could pay a visit there.”

“He never stays in one place for long, Tash. Call it paranoia.”

Tony leaned in, “So that system he was trying to get from me, it was for HYDRA?”

“Yeah. So you’re not…you’re not dealing with a greedy businessman, contrary to what he may depict himself as. You’re dealing with the future leader of HYDRA.”

“And you guys didn’t believe me when I said he looked like a Bond villain.”

“I’m sending some clips to you, along with his file.” You clicked on the screen, “A list of his allies, enemies, the people he has done business with-”

“You really have those?”

“Consider them my alimony.” You mumbled, and checked your watch, “Fury will be with you in five minutes and fill you in.”

You pulled the flashdrive back, and walked out of the room without saying anything to any of them, but as soon as you did, you heard someone pushing their chair back and running after you.

“Y/N, hold up-“ You heard Steve and he caught up with you in a second, “Wait-“

“I’m gonna smoke and you should be in the conference room. Fury doesn’t like to be-“

“Are you okay?”

You snorted and ignored the people staring at him in the hall.

“Peachy,” You said, “Fury will grill my ass about being professional if you don’t go back.”

“Y/N-“ he started but you pushed open the balcony door and put a cigarette between your lips to light it.

“Hm?”

“Talk to me.”

You exhaled the smoke and looked up at him, “What’s there to talk about, really? My psycho ex just dressed someone up as you and killed the poor bastard. What did the council tell you?”

Steve hesitated only for a moment, “It’s not important.”

“Let me guess. You don’t have our permission to-“

“I don’t ask for permission from anyone but you on that.” Steve’s voice was low and you closed your eyes, your eyelids too heavy.

“Until Trent attacks again.” You opened your eyes and huffed out the smoke, “What if he attacks you this time? I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to see you dead-“

“Is there anything you want to give me?”

You pulled your brows together, “Head?”

“Drugs.”

“Oh, that.” You shrugged, “Didn’t buy them.”

“You didn’t?”

“If I bought drugs every time Trent threatened me, I wouldn’t have any money left.”

“Those are empty threats, you know that right?”

“I know you think they are empty threats.” You mumbled, stubbing your cigarette on the marble and turned to him, “Knife through his chest, Steve...”

Steve extended his hand to entwine his fingers with yours, and pressed your palm over his own chest silently, as if trying to assure you he would be fine. You felt his strong heartbeat under your palm and you sniffled before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body to his. He held you tight and lifted you for a second, resting his chin on top of your head while you tried to pull yourself together.

“Council has a point.” You mumbled into his chest silently, but he heard you.

“No it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does. Imagine if the roles were reversed and Bucky was seeing someone with a psycho ex.”

“Oh you should’ve seen the dames Bucky dated back then.”

A laughter you couldn’t stop escaped from your lips and you pulled back to look up at him.

“Dames?” You quoted and he looked abashed for a second.

“Girls.”

“No no no Rogers, you’re not getting off that easy. Come on, talk forties to me.” You wiped at your eyes and a look of amusement crossed Steve’s face,

“Seriously?”

“Yes!”

He raised his brows, deep in thought.

“Okay, uh…” He cleared his throat, “Bucky, he- he was on active duty with lots of dames-“

“A womanizer who slept with lots of chicks.”

“And while he wasn’t exactly doll-dizzy…”

“He wasn’t that crazy about chicks.”

“One time he was on a date with this cloud walker honey and another dame came up to him and said “Hi sugar, are you rationed?” and his date snapped her cap and they took a powder-“

“Translation?”

“He was on a date with a pretty dancer girl and another girl asked him if they were going steady, so his date got mad and they had to leave.”

You sniffled again, biting down a smile, “I’m gonna google all of these because I feel like you just made some phrases up.”

“Oh now you’re blaming me with jiggery pokery?”

“I don’t even know what that is but yes-“

“Steve?” You both snapped out of it and when you turned your head, you saw Sharon who averted her eyes kindly, “Fury wants you in the conference room.”

“Go,” You pushed him slightly, “I’m fine. I’m just gonna google all the forties shit I can find, don’t worry about me.”

“You’ll be here?”

“My apartment.”

“Y/N-“

“I’ll find an agent to escort her home, Steve.” Sharon said and you raised your brows, then shrugged.

“See? Totally fine.”

“I’ll come as soon as it’s finished.”

“Don’t worry about it Cap.” You repeated, as he walked towards the door “I’ll see you in couple of hours.”

He nodded and followed Sharon, and you took a deep breath, then made your way to your desk to get your bag.

The strange thing about addiction?

It was a fucking domino.

You knew you shouldn’t have, you just knew, but as soon as you got out of shower and saw your red rimmed eyes in the mirror, you went to fridge and got the cheap alcohol bottle. Your nausea and dizziness were getting worse by the hour but you tried your hardest to ignore it as you downed the vodka, sitting on the floor, tears escaping your eyes as you changed the channels, but all of them showed the same footage.

Soon enough, the doorbell rang and you stumbled to the door, then looked through the peephole.

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

“Is it okay if I didn’t open the door?” You asked, small droplets of water dripping from your hair to your shirt.

“Why is that, darling?”

“I want to pull myself together first, I watched the news and-” You sniffled, “I keep crying for some reason.”

“And you don’t want me there?”

“I want you here, I just…don’t want you to see me crying.”

Steve didn’t answer for a couple of seconds and you sat down in front of the door, still holding the vodka bottle tight and you heard some shuffling on the other side of the door which made you think he had sat down on the other side as well.

“Okay then,” he said, and you heard a soft thud, as if he had leant his head to the door. You dragged your fingertips over the smooth surface of the door, swallowing thickly.

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

“What did the Council tell you?”

“That’s not important at all, Y/N.”

“But what did they tell you?” You insisted and Steve heaved a sigh.

“We’ll talk about that when you sober up, okay?”

You wiped your nose and let out a bitter laugh, “I told you though. I did, didn’t I?”

“Told me what?”

“That it’d shatter.” You muttered, still touching the surface of the door as if it’d magically let you touch Steve and he hesitated for a second.

“I’m still here doll,” his voice was soft, “Told you, nothing is shattering.”

You nodded slowly, “He started me on those, did you know?”

“Hm?”

“Trent,” You spat out his name and made a face, “When- when he found out that I found out. He tied me up and forced me to….take those.”

“Drugs?”

“Yeah.” You nodded again and sniffled, “He thought no one would believe a junkie, I guess. Or that- or that it’d make me stay. Work for HYDRA. As if there’s a drug in the world powerful enough to do that.” You wiped at your eyes, “And then I replaced it with alcohol, and now I’m-“ You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, “What if I’m replacing it again?”

“With what?”

“You know what.”

“Tell me.” Steve’s demand was soft and you licked your lips,

“What if I’m replacing it with you?” You mumbled against the door, resting your forehead on it and there was a soft noise on the other side, as if Steve was brushing his knuckles against the door.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, darling.”

“There’s everything wrong with that, Steve.” You muttered fractiously, like a stubborn child. Steve heaved a deep sigh.

“Why is it wrong?”

“Because it makes me do bad stuff,” You gulped, wiping your eyes, “You should be with someone- someone like Sharon.”

“Y/N…”

“Council would like it.”

“Council can fuck off.”

Your head snapped up and you gawked at the door, blinking dumbly.

“Did- did you just swear?” You asked incredulously, “Damn it, Tony was right, I am a bad influence…”

You heard Steve’s chuckle and you wiped your nose, smiling.

“You’ll be here in the morning too, right?”

“Mm hm. Right here.”

“Can you promise me in 40s ridiculous slang?”

“You’re nuts if you think I’m taking a powder, doll.”

You let out a small laugh and lied down on the floor, curling an arm under your head and rested your fingertips on the surface of the door, almost sure that Steve was doing the same and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Thanks Cap.”

“Anytime, darling.”

Chapter 13 is here!

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blackvail22 · 3 years

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16 may 2021

tw // suicide

side note- im embarrassed to share this experience with you, but i’m doing it anyways.

2:56pm - my friend has been threatening thay he’s going to kill himself rn and im trying to hard fo help him ans make sure he’s okay but i dont know what to do. i was on a call with him, and he sais he had to go and he hung up and now he’s not answering me and im so scared abdullah im so scared i havent cried this much or been so scared for years i dont want him to die

update: i believe he’s okay now. god, that was terrifying. i cant imagine what i would do if he actually did it. i still feel in shock but im crying as well. im gonna watch one of my favorite animes and hopefully i feel better afterwards.

6:57pm - okay. i need to vent about the whole situation that happened earlier because i just... i just have to.

so, one of my friends liked me. let’s call him k. k told me he wanted to be more than friends with me. i said “okay” and we tried it out. i realized that i couldn’t be more than friends with him because i was still getting ov3er my last relationship, so i told him that i wasnt ready to be in a relationship with him. he was okay at first... and then he just.. wasn’t.

he said, “y’know what? i’m gonna do what i should’ve done last month” even though i knew where it was gonna go, i asked what he meant. he said “die, Die, DIE”, meaning that he was going to kill himself. i was already panicking at this point, and i just kept panicking and panicking. i kept telling him “no, don’t do it, k. there are so many people that care for you. you are loved, k. don’t do it” i was in a call with one of his friends and his cousin, so i asked them to message him because i was worried about him. i was starting to cry now, and they were like “look... i’m sure he’s fine.” i told them what was happening, and they said that he’s going to be fine. i didn’t believe them. k kept telling me to leave him alone, but i didn’t in fear that he would do it while being left alone. i told him i would leave him alone if he would stay on a call with someone. he said “fine. you going to leave me alone now?” i asked him to send proof that he was on the phone with someone, and then he called me.

he didn’t sound like himself. at all.

he kept asking me, “you think i’m crazy, don’t you?” his tone of voice sounded...out of himself? like, he was having a mental breakdown, and you could genuinely tell. he kept laughing, but his laugh... it wasn’t his. it sounded... it sounded like he was going insane inside of his brain. i kept asking what he was doing, and he told me the same thing each time. there were times where it just sounded like he was choking, and i kept saying his name until he would answer me. he told me “it’s time for me to sleep forever *laughs*” after a little bit of me begging him not to, he lied and said, “i have to go. my mom’s home. bye jordyn” and... no, the way he said bye to me... i can’t. it was so scary. i just thought of it and im crying because of it. it sounded like he was actually going to do it.

i messaged his cousin to make sure k was okay because he stopped responding to me. k was okay when his cousin called him, and his cousin told me that he just needed to be left alone by me. i understand it.

about two hours ago, k called a groupchat with me and our friends in it and asked if we wanted to play a game together. while we played, he kept doing the same laugh from the other call.

sometimes when i think about that laugh or the way he said “bye jordyn” i start to choke. i literally lose all air and start choking for a few seconds. i also have this constant pain of anxiety in my chest as well as my entire body feels numb. it’s terrifying. this was so traumatic for me.

i almost led someone to end their life on accident? who knew love was so fucking deadly.

*i know that sometimes when someone says theyre going to off themselves during a rejection or breakup, it’s a form of manipulation, but i literally cannot help but try to stop them. the amount of friends and family that have attempted and i was helpless... i couldn’t stand not trying to help. i was still helpless in this situation though. i never stopped him. i just kept making it worse. god, abdullah... i’m so helpless? this... GOD im useless

10:45pm - i have homework due in the morning but i’m so drained. everything lately, especially today, has been too much, and i just… i cannot do it.

12:11am (2020-05-17) - my eyes still burn from how much ive cried today lmao im just gonna go to bed i hope i dont have nightmares about it

oh- something i just thought of. idk why but what happened today affected me more than when i saw my dad almost kill himself & my mom while drunk, and then watch him get drove off in a cop car lmao

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sapphicluxanna · 5 years

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1-100 pls 🌹💕

BABE. oh my god. okay here we go, it’s gonna be long!!

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? more cereal than milk I think?

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? I love winter and everything about it, I’d rather be cold than hot

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? post it notes, receipts, I’ve used flowers a few times, really anything that’s in reach

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? tea with a little bit of milk and honey, coffee depends on the day? typically with a lil bit of vanilla creamer. when I make my ‘fancy’ coffee at home with frothy milk on top I always top them off with a dusting of cinnamon

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? always

6: do you keep plants? ye! I have a succulent/cacti terrarium, some sunflowers, jasmine, african violets, tomato plants, hanging planters, and a few more I forget the names of!

7: do you name your plants? not the ones I have currently

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I love ink. I haven't been able to paint with ink in a while, but the movement of that and watercolor are just.. freeing? I dunno how to explain it. that and drawing using ink, every mark you make is permanent and I just kinda zone out when doing it

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? aight listen. my future s/o is gonna have to deal with this a lot. shower? singing. car ride? singing. cooking? singing. y'all aint getting a break even if I sound like a dying cat

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? primarily side and stomach!

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? I cant think of many at the moment but uhhhh. hmm. a few guys and I play a game together and I run the group (in rdr2), and we don't let people join it if their horse’s tail isn't braided so we’ll hunt them down and kill them instead

12: what’s your favorite planet? neptune looks beautiful

13: what’s something that made you smile today? the fact that you wanted to know more about me

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? lots and lots of plants, kinda modern, a few fish tanks, smells like lavender and coffee

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! mars has the biggest known volcano!

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? stupidly basic, but chicken parmesan

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I’ve always wanted to impulsively dye it some shade of blue just for a few weeks

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I got ridiculously drunk off tequila at a house party and was given my first mojito, thought he picked leaves off the tree out back and threw them in so I dug them out and threw them around the yard in disgust. I have a very vague memory of this but they always give me crap for it

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I have a couple! one is my bujo where I keep lists of things like self care ideas, favorite movies and books, quotes, friend stuff, etc. another I use to draw in and like to recreate van gogh sketches, others are private

20: what’s your favorite eye color? y'all ever really see brown eyes? oof

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. I don't have this?

22: are you a morning person? I could be if I woke up next to the right person

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? netflix binging, reading, aquarium shopping, walks with my dog in the woods, making stupid pancakes, and league with a babe

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? it takes time for me to trust people, so probably all my life at some point with a girl. as for family? no

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? I’ve locked myself outta my place a few times and had to go through the window

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? several pairs of sandals and slides!

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? just regular mint?

28: sunrise or sunset? watching the sunset on a blanket in the grass with a girl I care about

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? her voice gets a lil louder and she talks fast when she's excited about something and its flipping adorable

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? yes.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I love fluffy socks and patterned socks and ones with dinosaurs and stuff and I love socks so much, don't sleep in them though

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. we played a drinking game based off how we did in a split screen game, one drink for every kill, got v drunk that night

33: what’s your fave pastry? I love baclava but I’m horribly allergic to walnuts

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I still have it! my dad went down to south carolina a lot and I was, and still am, very much in love with alligators. I think I was six or something but he came home with this giant garbage bag and was moving it like there was an animal inside and when I opened it, it was a giant stuffed alligator. he's currently sitting on my bed, but seems a lot smaller now

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I really wanna get into using thicker paper for letters with pressed wax seals and pressed flowers

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? I don’t really focus on individual bands too much tbh, I bounce around a lot within genres. anything happy and country atm

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I’m tryna keep it cleaner, better habit to make myself get into

38: tell us about your pet peeves! people smoking around me (I don't care that you smoke whatever, I just ask you don't do it around me bc it makes me feel sick), a group of people that takes up the whole sidewalk going incredibly slow, people that cut me off in traffic without turn signals, people who f around in the tsa line and don't get ready then stand there for ten minutes taking everything off for the scanner and hold us up, “there” and “their” and “they’re” misuses, etc. jeez, didn't realize I had so many and that's not even all of them

39: what color do you wear the most? blue?

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I love my claddagh ring, my mom and sister both have the same one and we all match. currently not wearing it bc it was like 100 degrees F then other day and it burned my finger?????

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? asoiaf!!!!

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! I like this lil coffee shop about half an hour away, every drink has an individual and funny name and the workers are nice

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? I honestly can’t remember, but I could really go for this right now

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? uhhhh it’s been a bit? lotta stressors recently

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? I try to, should've listened to them regarding some stuff and I didn’t

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. what do you call a blind dinosaur? a do-you-think-he-saurus.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? broccoli

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? santa and the dark, no on both accounts now

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? no, I just use apple music

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? I dunno about odd, but I keep seashells and shark teeth I find on beaches

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? somebody to love

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? uhhhh I’m bad at keeping up with when these come out but probably the “wait was anyone going to tell me ___ or was I supposed to find out in this ___”

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I haven't seen these sorry!

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? my dad

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? I honestly cannot think of this right now

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? when they get excited about something, when their eyes sparkle a bit in sunlight, when they’re touchy (only certain ones), compassion, weird hobbies and interests, etc

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? it’s an experience. listen with headphones on high or don't listen to it at all

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? I guess I’d be the wine mom bc I don't drink heavily too often with my friends cause I’m usually the dd, vodka aunt would go to my friend S cause hell she puts that shit away fast

59: what’s your favorite myth? I love greek mythology

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? sappho

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? a lil cat bank that grabs a coin with its paw and drags it into the box and a potato, respectively

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? not usually

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I kept all of my books on a shelf before the move but idk what imma do with them now bc I have no room for a bookcase so they're kinda messy rn

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? pale blue and cloudy

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? a friend who moved away a few years ago, I miss her

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? oooooh. hmm. lots of blues and pinks and purples with lil twisty brown vines?

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? I love them, 10/10, perfect.

68: what’s winter like where you live? we either get 3 feet of snow overnight or a dusting, there’s no in between

69: what are your favorite board games? I cant remember the last time I played a board game??? I liked the game of life and monopoly when I was a kid

70: have you ever used a ouija board? nope

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? whatever happens to be in the cabinet!

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? I have the memory of a goldfish

73: what are some of your worst habits? letting people get away with things they've done to me, being too lenient with people that make me uncomfortable, etc

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. they’re such a good friend and we have enough years built into our friendship that we can go a few weeks without talking and be right where we left off. they’re kind and caring and ready to help people when they need it

75: tell us about your pets! my cat is an 8 year old lil grump, but he gets so freaking affectionate and lovey too. he knows when I’m anxious and will come up and sit on my chest and purr. my dog’s a ball of jumping energy, she's always excited and happy, she’s only 2 so hopefully she’ll mellow out. then my clownfish are flipping adorable even though they try to bite my fingers when I’m working on the aquarium

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? unpacking and socializing with family

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink lemonade

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I don't care about them really, but the facebook minion memes passed around by moms gotta stop

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? one of my exes surprise got me flowers sometimes, while the relationship just didn't work that was a cute action

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? they’re kinda beige-ish? I just moved here and I don’t wanna repaint them

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. hmm. one of my friends’ eyes are like the leaves on the forest floor, an assortment of greens and browns blended together with the occasional fleck of gold when light filters through the trees

82: are/were you good in school? I’m okay? In high school I was in honor classes and stuff and I've made the deans list a few times in college so far, but honestly I think I’m just average. I have a lot of issues with math and it’s why I couldn't go into one of the fields I was considering. I get overwhelmed quickly

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? tbh I don't look at this kinda stuff but I know kesha’s rainbow was good?

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? ye! I want a small humpback whale on my left inner wrist, they mean a lot to me and I finally got to see one in person just last year. then I have some scars on my thigh I’ve been tossing around the idea of getting a tattoo to cover up, but idk if I would or what I would get

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? no sorry! I always wanted to when I was younger but I got psyched out by guys who would say they're not for girls who I never took advantage of the comic shop a family friend owns

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I dunno what this is and I’m too tired to google it but imma guess its about music? to which I say I’m v bad at keeping up with everyones stuff

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? the princess bride, star wars, lord of the rings, the sound of music, indiana jones (NOT crystal skull, it sucked), jurassic park, and a lottttt more.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? impressionism, post impressionism, and expressionism

89: are you close to your parents? ish.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. I absolutely loved st. malo in france. I need to go back. it’s a giant walled city on the water and it’s just beautiful. I sat and watched an artist on the street for a while and bought two of his paintings afterward, gotta figure out where to hang them in my new bedroom. the air smelled amazing, it rained a lot when I was there but I still loved it and I wish I’d had more time to really explore than I did

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? I wanted to go to sri lanka to see my family but I don’t think it’s gonna happen, but I’ve got my fingers crossed for pennsylvania cause reasons

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? cheese is life

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? I braid it overnight and wear it down during the day!

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? my dad a few days ago

95: what are your plans for this weekend? I think I’ve got another family party to go to? feel kinda done with my fam rn though

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I literally just installed 2 years worth of updates this morning, so yeah, I procrastinate updates quite a bit

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? idk what the first thing is but the others are scorpio and slytherin!

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? oh wow I can’t remember, but imma say yes? I wanna hike with my dog at some point

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. somebody to love, la mer, and some others

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? 5 years into the future. I hope that future me is happy and comfy with someone she loves surrounded by their plants, aquariums, pets, and love.

#this was #so long #youre adorable ily #lack of emojis due to typing on my computer #oof #answered

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shotsbytheprince-blog · 7 years

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I hate the weather in Las Vegas. I'm from the Great White North, Canada. The hottest our summers have ever gotten was 35 degrees celsius. So when I stepped out of the airport into 44, oh man I was sweating bullets. And to have a consistent hell-like weather with the sun beating down like a truck...well I just wasn't having it. We still went out and enjoyed what Las Vegas had to offer but not without sweat and teaes trailing our way home. And you could NOT imagine how much we sweat walking from The Stratosphere Hotel towards The Smith Centre. If it wasn't for one of my closest friends performing, you can bet I wouldn't have made the 40 odd minutes walk. We did and I'm glad we did. But I'm getting a bjt ahead of myself, let me start after getting off the plane. This was my first time going to Las Vegas with just friends. I went with two of my closer friends, David and Anthony. Although Anthony insisted that his performance was just a gateway to get us to Las Vegas, David and I knew it was our sole purpose to help and support our brother out. So we hopped out our second plane. The first flight was mediocre, the second had movies and I watched Beauty and the Beast pretty much all through the flight. My buddy David and I heard stories of our airline-which-shall-not-be-named losing luggage. The relief and grief I felt when I saw the pink shoe string tied luggage bag was insurmountable. I overpacked, and if I lost everything then oh boy was I screwed. So now we were waiting for our welcome party, a.k.a Anthony's dad. Although I've known him for years, I've never met his parents. Seeing Anthony as a cool, happy, easy-going guy made me feel at ease. Then meeting his dad, I understand where he gets all this from. Anthony's dad, Tony, is a very nice guy. Down to earth, open minded, and funny down to the bone. We had been worried about what we'd do for food and the first thing he told us was "you can come to our hotel whenever you guys are hungry." HALLELUJAH! Praise the heavens because that just saved us a ton of money. We went to their hotel first thing and has the best rice and chicken I've ever had. Or maybe it was free or great news to have these meals. Our hotel wasn't far from them. It was about a ten minute walk and it was worth it for food...even in this heat. So we went to check in at our hotel. Oh man it looked so good from the outside. An observation deck, different sets of elevators, a diner, a starbucks, and a really good lookong fine dining restaurant. Then we got into our room. The happiness was flushed from our face and it was replaced with confusion. Oh, at first glance the room looked like any other hotel room. Which shouldn't be, or isn't, the case for hotels in Vegas. Pros, the beds were comfy, there was a washroom, and a television. Cons, our view was a wall, the lights flickered waaay too much when first turned on, shitty floor, shitty channels, shitty outlets, we saw this one trailer about addiction almost every commercial break and it was incredibly dark, and the wifi was complete and utter shit. Granted, the room was free and it was just a place to sleep. The wifi was a problem for us because two of us are content creators and we wanted to upload while we were there. The only reason we spent so much time in that room was because it was incredibly hot. We went out for food, to look for places to take photos, to go to the outlets, and our friend's performance. Don't get me wrong, we did enjoy Vegas. We took a lot of photos, and the Strip was a great experience. We found some gem spots to do a shoot, found some great deals (even with the conversion rate), and found some culture in the back ends we were in. The Las Vegas was just as flashy as movies portrayed them. We didn't gamble, but we did get to enjoy what everything had to offer. From shows and locations like Venice and Paris, to the flamingo conservation and seeing flamingos for the first time in my life. But we never fell into the Sin-like lifestyle of Vegas. Call us squares or lame but we are more scenic or in-the-moment people. Throughout our whole vacation, Anthony had rehearsals. So he'd leave early and come back late at night. We'd have time to hang out and talk, but most of the trip was just David and I. Nothing wrong with that, it was fun. And we wanted Anthony to perform his best and blow everyone's mind. So here comes Saturday. The day of Anthony's performance. He was up at 7 and left before any of us got up because we went to the Strip the night before. David and I spent the morning working on our crafts, his was a video and I was sorting through photographs. We had to be at the Smith Center by 3pm so we had a lot of time to kill. We didnt really do much, but we got distracted and got ready late. By the time we left the door, it was almost 2:30pm and it was a 40 minute walk. By the way, our end of the hotel had 6 elevators but still took forever for an elevator to come by so we were definately running late. Not just that, but it was the hottest day in the whole week, 47 degrees. A 40 minute walk, 47 degrees, and two Canada-raised folks did not equal a swell time. We rushed it. We didn't walk normally, we speed walked. At least 3 times that walk, I contemplated not going. Our shoes were burning. Our shirts were soaked in sweat. We turned a 40 minute walk into 20. So by the time we got to the theatre, we looked like we just hopped out of the pool. Waist up anyways. Luckily, we brought an extra shirt to change out of. We used our already soaked shirts to wipe off our sweat. So we got out tickets. Balcony, row H seats 216 and 217. The show wasn't really a show. It was a benefit put on by Broadway in the H.O.O.D (Helping others open doors). So it was an arrangement of singers and dancers. Our friend Anthony was the only poet. We were so far from the stage that we could barely see who was performing. Not that it really took much away. Every performance was beautiful. The singers blew me away, and the dancers were sharp and flowed well. There were kids performing. Around the age 12 and they blew me away. Their lack of stage fright, full resevoir of confidence and singing voice sent chills down my spine. I was overwhelmed by them and thought wow, nothing could top this feeling. That was, until Anthony hit the stage. No introduction, just a fluid transition from one performance to him on stage left with the spot light on him. No props, no music, just him and his voice. Flick. He started. His piece was openly about a lighthouse. By openly about, I mean it was written and titled around the use and purpose of a lighthouse. But it was open to interpretation, and still held that the true meaning behind the poem was for his mind alone. He wasn't nervous. He spoke with confidence, and captivated the ears and minds of everyone in the audience. Flick. The words smoothly escaped his lips and drowned everyone in them while still guiding. Flick. Everyone was focused on just Anthony. All eyes were on him, and all ears were filled with words. Flick. A shiver swept my body as his voice grew stronger and louder. I could feel how proud David and I were of Anthony. How proud we were to see him perform in front of 2,500 people. To not miss such a big event in his life. To share it with him. To listen and see him radiate confidence with every word. It was inspiring. Flick. Exit stage left. He was done. The crowd cheered for him. There was a girl behind David who was more vocal about it. But the applause was strong that night. He may not have gotten to everyone that night, but you can tell the ones he touched. They clapped louder than anyone else. But not as loud as David and I. We left after first intermission. We were honestly not interested in any one else performing except Anthony. They were all great, but we were already blown away. We ubered back to our hotel because that walk was a no-go. Not sweating through another shirt. When we got back to our hotel, we ordered some food and just rested up. We were awaiting Anthony's return to congratulate him and celebrate. But before he got home, he had to eat dinner with his parents. So we took more time to rest, even watched Hot Tub Time Machine 2. Oh crap, its one of our last days in Vegas and I forgot to go souvenir shopping! So I dipped out right after the movie ended to go to the souvenir store down the street. Once I exited the hotel, who do I see? It was Anthony coming back from dinner. We hugged it out and I extended by congratulations and told him my favourite parts. He joined me in buying souvenirs because he wanted to pick up some booze to celebrate before heading out. He picked up some Bacardi and arizonas to experiment mixes. We got back to the hotel room and it was just full of praise and admiration for Anthony. We were proud, and we were wanted to show it. We kicked off the rest of this life changing nignt by Anthony sharing his experience with us down to every detail. How he felt, how he was kept in the dark the whole time, the people he met, the way he didnt know if he was supposed to be there, and forgetting all the words right before getting on the stage. This made his performance even more impressive. But through it all, he had explained how he didn't feel any fear. He said he felt free. Even when he forgot the words, he didn't feel scared. He knew the words would come to him. In summary, his experience was inspiring. He showed his strength in facing what should've been a nightmare. He said the view from our hotel window was very humbling. This summarized his whole experience. The view of the wall was his struggles, and he looked them dead on and didn't flinch. Strength. We started drinking. This experimental mix was definately...new but it wasn't bad. The more we drank, the better it was. But isn't that with all alcohol? But we drank a bit too much and wondered what the heat and this level of drunk would turn out to be. Out of better judgement (wow, while drunk), we stayed in and continued talking. We shared some high school stories and drove down memory lane. We went to the same high school but I was a year older so we didn't have any classes together. I told them my favourite teacher was Mrs. Nevins. She cared about her students and showed unconditional support. We brought up our CPTs which was the huge final project, abbreviation for Culminating Performance Task. It was a newspaper-like article in which we write a story about an event in our life which had a lesson or was funny. Mine was about a lucid dream I had about someone I used to love. The moral to mine was things have an end for a reason. Holding on is a lot harder than letting go. It seemed corny repeating it back to them. David's was more personal. He talked about a father figure he had his whole life who ended up going to Iraq for a Peace Keeping mission. But he was then captured and tortured for months. Imagine seeing someone almost everyday with a smile on their face, them having that same smile be replaced with a bloody and sunken face on the news every night. He eventually came back and David explained to us how family extends farther than blood. The man captured is okay now, and David had gotten past it all. He showed us a Netflix series called Captive which had his father figure feature on episode 8 of season 1. This was a night of sharing. Of opening up to each other. David and Anthony each showed me how they became the person they are today. So I wanted to show them what made me who I am. It was a poetry piece by a man named Steve Koyczan. It was called To This Day. The message was pretty much an elongated "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me". But the way it was presented hit me hard. Not just the video, but in the words he used. How he portrayed that kids will always be kids but words will always hurt and carry on through our lives. Koyczan's use od cacophony and juxapedia really took it home for me. The disgusting sounding words hit my heart like when I was bullied for being bigger. And this was my showing them my roots of poetry. Content creation. I became vulnerable for them. I told them the story of my bipolar friend. He stopped taking his pills but the good days seldom came back. He never took his pills again, but he took his life. He taught me to enjoy my happy days and love my friends. So I bared my heart to them. I told them that being bullied as a kid didn't bother me until it all caught up to me. I told them that I tried killing myself because I didn't want to be around anymore. I told them that even to this day, I still think of dying. Of how easy it was to go to the rooftop pool and just jump. Or take a scenic route down the observation deck. I told them that I was really grateful for them having me in their friend circle and how even being able to go to Vegas with them was a gift. So here we are. In the shittiest hotel in Las Vegas sitting in a room. Just us three guys sharing. Opening up and showing our vulnerabilities to each other. Crying. Listening to music. Letting our worries go. But it was silent. Not awkward, we were just taking it all in. David broke the silence. He knew what Anthony and I go through regardless of how long he's known us. He told us that he feels no malicious intent in our body. That we were friends because he wants us to be around. He reassured us that he sees us as good people. People who deserve to be happy. That we weren't weak to ever think about suicide. But that we were stronger to still be here. And that he was glad to have us in his life. He reassured me that letting me into their friend circle was nothing to be grateful for. We are all in it for each other. That we're all friends because we care for each other. Wow, that was some strong Bacardi. Joking aside, the night continued on a brighter note. Now, how was this so life changing? This wasn't a movie. We didn't go out on the strip and drop bills. We didn't get piss drunk, wake up with a hangover with a friend missing. Mike Tyson's tiger was not in our washroom and the only money spent was on bottles to drink. No, this was real. Saturday night and we spent it inside talking. Anthony said that Las Vegas just sucked the soul out of everyone here. How everyone fell to sin in this city. But we didn't. You can call us squares or lames but I realized on that night how real of friends these two are. That we didn't need to go out to have a good time. We spent the night talking to each other and taking care of our spiritual happiness and not our material happiness. All the stress and worries were gone in those short few hours. In the City of Sin, we overcame and became better people. Happier people Just a story of how important it is to have these kind people in your life. They don't come often, so treasure them. But hey, don't get me wrong. Next time I head to Vegas, I'm balling out.

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10 facts about meme: Lucy? And Adelaide, if you don't mind doing two?

send me one of my oc’s and i tell you ten facts about them

This is the shitty, “I fell asleep instead of doing this last night, and then, when I was almost fucking done, trying to make tumblr instant messenger stop doing something made it decide to click over somewhere else, and Firefox apparently doesn’t let the Lazarus extension work anymore, so I lost everything and am completely skimming out of frustration because the original was detailed and cool, and I lost basically all of it” version

LUCY

1. Has never completed a Pokémon game with a grass or water starter. She just doesn’t bond with them as much as she does with the fire starters, and any time she tries to pick a grass or water starter, she inevitably gives up, restarts, and picks the fire starter instead.

2. Since she turned 18, she’s made a point of giving blood as often as possible, because she’s type-O negative (the universal donor), and the Red Cross is pretty much always running short on blood, which can leave a lot of people totally screwed when they need to get transfusions.

3. Doesn’t believe in astrology and dismisses most of things in that vein as a cold-reading scam that’s based on exploiting people’s ability to project themselves onto anything…… but she does have an interest in dream interpretation.

4. She finds recipes confusing, and is even more befuddled by the Food Network and, “how to make [x baked goods]” videos on youtube, to the point that she finds them more stressful than getting a, “We need to talk” text from her parents. And yet, she is not confused by instructions in a chemistry lab.

5. She loves her red hair, but hates being called, “ginger.” It’s not that she thinks the word is offensive or anything; she just thinks that it sounds weird and slightly disgusting.

6. One of her favorite forms of, “teenage rebellion” was watching televangelists (or more accurately, having them on while she did other stuff because it’s really easy for Lucy to tune them out), which Lucy wouldn’t have liked so much if she’d actually paid attention to any of them (because of how televangelists exploit their viewers’ pain and suffering, get rich off of it, and don’t have to pay taxes on most of that money because they call it, “religious donations”) — but it did successfully annoy her very Catholic parents and very Catholic, “he’s a legit priest and everything” uncle.

7. A horror movie can be as political or politically coded as it wants. Unless it does something truly novel with the genre, like Get Out, then Lucy will probably just roll her eyes, complain about how many people value, “edginess” over quality, and then go watch The Great Mouse Detective for the umpteenth time. It’s not even that she gets squicked by horror movies, because she stops at dismissing all of them as edgelord garbage and doesn’t give them a chance.

8. She has even less patience for the films of Christopher Nolan, and literally the only one that she doesn’t go in too hard on is The Dark Knight, which only gets any consideration because Heath Ledger died not that long after making it, in ways that were pretty heavily associated with the movie in popular culture.

Not that she really cares about Heath Ledger, or even about the taboo on speaking ill of the dead, but she figures that he isn’t Ronald Reagan levels of terrible, or worse, so it’s easier to just not get into it with people over Heath Ledger when all that she wanted to say was that The Dark Knight isn’t actually that great

She will, however, talk shit about Ronald Reagan pretty much any time she’s given an opportunity, and especially if her Mom and Dad are around (because they were big Reaganites, back in the day, and annoying them with her hatred of the Gipper keeps them from paying attention to things like how her, “best friend” Sara Grace is actually her girlfriend)

9. Her answer to the question of whether she prefers cats or dogs will probably be something like, “iguanas” because she hates the assumption that it’s not possible to love cats and dogs more or less equally, but she also has better things to argue with people about.

10. She can’t whistle, she’s not really a very good dancer, and the last time she tried to tie a cherry stem in a knot with her tongue, she wound up swallowing it.

ADELAIDE

1. At 5’11”, Addie is taller than her big brother and their Mom (who are both 5’10”), and when standing up as best man when Max and Linda got married, she didn’t try to make him feel short, but she did wear a nice pair of heels and didn’t really go out of her way not to make him feel short, either.

2. By all rights, Addie probably should’ve been diagnosed with ADHD a while ago, but because her childhood and adolescence lasted from about 1986-2000 (when she turned 18), and because in 2017, ADHD is still badly misunderstood and under-diagnosed in AFAB kids, Addie got missed and made it to 33, thinking that all of her ADHD symptoms are just personal quirks or failings.

3. Her favorite color is purple. The darker the shade, the better.

4. Her ability to interpret song lyrics is often questionable. Like, on one hand, she’s totally made the mistake of hearing, “There’s a bathroom on the right” instead of, “There’s a bad moon on the rise” during the chorus of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Bad Moon Rising”

—and on the other hand, she completely missed that most of Missy Elliot’s “Work It” is explicitly about cunnilingus until Pete asked her what the Hell she thought the lyric, “Go downtown and eat it like a vulture” was referring to, especially given its proximity to Ms. Elliot talking about shaving her chocha. (All Addie has to say for herself is that she got caught up on the, “Girls, girls, get that cash / If it’s 9 to 5 or shakin’ your ass” verse.)

She also thought that Spice Girls were singing about group sex in “Wannabe,” rather than singing about making sure that your significant other can get along with your gal pals, and she kept thinking this until mid-September 2012.

5. As far as her family knows, Addie almost got arrested on her 18th birthday and had to run from the cops while she and a few friends were kinda drunk and screwing around in New York City. What really happened was that her birthday was on a Saturday, so they signed themselves out of school for the weekend, went to NYC, and saw the revival of Jesus Christ Superstar because her parents bought them tickets.

Then, they used fake ID’s to get some alcohol and got kinda drunk. Then, while they were screwing around in Brooklyn instead of going to cousin Jeremy’s place and crashing for the night, they wound up going by a gay bar, where Addie tripped over her own feet and got caught by a cute butch lesbian who happened to be dressed as a sexy cop for a themed party at said gay bar and had gone outside for a smoke break.

Then, one of Addie’s friends mistook this poor woman for a real cop and insisted that they run, and despite putting it together in the cold, sober light of day that there had been no actual danger, Addie told Sebastian the, “We so totally almost got arrested” story because she thought it sounded cooler, and at this point, it’s been 15 years, and she doesn’t see a point in correcting her family when her younger cousins get the, “Don’t get too rowdy on your 18th birthday or you may end up running from the cops like Adelaide” cautionary tale.

6. She would probably try to play real-world Quidditch, if she could get anyone to play with her, but that’s not going to happen, because everyone who knows her also knows that Addie is competitive as fuck, and that playing “muggle Quidditch” with her is a good way to get at least mildly injured.

7. She can see where the dislike that a lot of people in her life have for the All-Stars comes from, but personally, Addie doesn’t buy into it herself. She doesn’t really care to defend them, either, but at this point, she feels like most of the world’s problems can’t be solved with super-strength or heat vision, and they’re more complicated than the All-Stars’ image would allow them to handle, so it’s best to see the All-Stars as entertainers, rather than actual heroes.

Not that she begrudges anyone their annoyance with the fact that the All-Stars make, “we are actual heroes” a cornerstone of their so-called “brand,” but if you ask Addie, it’s not all that much different from how U.S. politicians lie up one side and down the other about basically everything, and how much of U.S. politics is increasingly little more than a theatre spectacle to cover up what’s actually going on

Oddly enough, Addie is accidentally on to something with that, because a lot of the supervillains in this universe are not truly participating in any shadowy conspiracy…… but they are being manipulated by members of one, and alternately being used as a source of talking points, or as distractions, so that the folks in said shadowy conspiracy (who are a mix of mutants and not) can push through their own agendas and try to secure their own power at the expense of anyone who gets in their way

Not that it’s really here or there at the moment, but this is totally going to bite them in the ass, partly from the people they’ve been exploiting and screwing over for decades putting shit together and pushing back, and partly because they decide to bank on installing a puppet who isn’t as easily controlled or as easily made to serve their agendas as they think. Anyway, as I was saying.

8. If Adelaide hadn’t gone into the family business and started vying with Max to see who’s going to become CEO when their Dad retires, she probably would’ve gone into advertising. If not that, she most likely would’ve gone to law school.

However, despite the fact that her Mom and several of her cousins are lawyers, Addie’s notions about how being a lawyer works are mostly derived from Legally Blonde, Ally McBeal, and Law and Order: SVU, so it might be a good thing that she has no idea what she’d actually want to do at law school.

9. Popular wisdom holds that she only isn’t the worst driver out of her siblings because Sebastian is the one who should’ve racked up multiple DUI charges by now, by all rights shouldn’t have his license anymore, and rarely uses it these days anyway because he, “doesn’t have PTSD, he just doesn’t like driving okay, it kinda freaks him out” (…which it does because of the PTSD that he allegedly doesn’t have but that’s another matter)

Addie holds that this popular wisdom is misogynistic bullshit being passed off as familial teasing, because actually, she’s a much better driver than all three of her brothers (with both cars and motorcycles, though only she and Seb have ever driven one of those, so it’s a little unfair to Max and Ambrose)

—and she may not know how to fix more complicated car problems, but she can at least get a better grasp on what might be wrong than, “I don’t know, it keeps making a thunka thunka thunka sound if you go above 60 mph” and she has more than once fixed something for her brothers that turned out to be something like, “You were driving with the parking brake on, dumb-ass”

10. Her go-to karaoke night songs are Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” and Rick Springfield’s “Jessie’s Girl” — the latter of which would be funnier to Adelaide if she’d intended to sound hella bi when she first started doing it, rather than picking it because she was kinda drunk and knew all the words, then getting really into singing it and having no conscious idea where those emotions were coming from

#builttobalance #ask box tag #memes for ts #ocs tag #that story with the mutants that i should find a working title for fml #adelaide moncrieff: ambitious disaster #lucy murphy: hemokinetic disaster #alcohol ref//#ten facts meme

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dootznbootz · 6 years

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DIFH x2 Chapter 5: A Ghost?!

Nalu multichap Basically it’s Natsu’s and Lucy’s point of views in which their away from each other and sad/mad about it. And if any of you have read my other fics, You KNOW It’s going to have more Fluff in it than a Build-A-Bear Workshop and a Pillow factory combined! Sometimes so fluffy that it may seem out of character at times so yeah! (Better summary in first chapter!)

On fanfiction

Rating: T (swearing, puberty, violence, some mentions of abuse and there is sadness but there is not smut or sex in any way shape or form!)

Words: 2214

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Warning! It’s about to get SPOOPY!

"Hearing the crying sound, ever so slowly, he pushed open the door," Cana said, one of her glowing cards were held in her palm, illuminating her face. "Creeeak."

Every woman in the room was shaking. Wide eyed and leaning forward ever so slightly, fearing what the character in Cana's story would find. Lucy clutched onto her bowl of popcorn, cocooned up in her blanket, so that only her cute face was showing (occasionally covering it up when she was surprised) She tried to put the pieces together to find out who murdered all the characters in Cana's story, but she was stumped. There was no clues to the culprit! She had to know. She likes writing scary stories. Not hearing them. She had to admit that she doesn't even particularly like writing them either. They were so scary! But at least in writing, she knew who the murderer or monster was, but hearing stories she had no clue. The monster could be right behind her for all she knew! Sure, she dealt with plenty of monsters. Hell, it's basically her job to take care of monsters and scary things. So scary creatures and scary people weren't something new. But scary stories were something different. It's the way that they're said and all the spookiness of it.

"But when he looked inside, there was only darkness," On the word darkness Cana turned off the lacrima-light. Lucy squealed and grabbed hold of the person nearest to her. (That person being Juvia.) She HATED the dark. It reminded her of all the scary times at her mansion, when her father would ignore her or shout at her and leave her in the dark.

"Then suddenly," Cana took one of her cards flashing her face in a greenish eerie hue, her hair floating above her head. "A face. A woman's face. And what a beautiful face it was. Hair and veil floating as if in water. She was wearing gown. A wedding gown," Cana said. "The man fell to his knees at her beauty. She smiled sweetly at the man, gliding closer to him. He realized that on the woman's feet were balls and chains." At this, Lucy realised that this ghostly woman had been drowned. On the ghost woman's wedding day. Why else had her hair and veil be floating as if in water? And the balls and chains were there to keep her down there.

But what was this ghost's objective?

…

I need answers!

"She cupped his face as he stared into his eyes," Cana leaned forward, adding to the effect in the story as her face still glowed green. "The sweet smile she once had turned into an ugly scowl and she rose, soaring high in the room," Cana jumped up from her sitting card suddenly made Cana's face turn white, hair flying at a vigorous rate. As she stood she pointed downward. "YOU'RE NOT MY HUSBAND! YOU'RE NOT MY HUSBAND! YOU'RE NOT MY HUSBAND!" As Cana screamed this, the card made her face look like it was sinking into itself. Making her look gaunt and like a rotting skeleton.

(Don't worry the spoopy stuff is over! And don't be scared! The ghost is not real! I'll protect you all, you precious cuties! *Tries to look threatening and badass to any monster that could get you, even though I'm tiny as fuck but I'll still protect you all!)

At this, every girl screamed. Evergreen looked like she was going to throw up. Carla hissed and spat, her fur rising upon her back. Everyone in the fort burst out, making it collapse. Mirajane turned on the light so everyone could see. Mira was used to scary stories. She was a she-demon after all. She basically was a scary story.

Cana laughed, her face now normal. "You should've seen the look on your faces!"

Suddenly there was wiggling underneath the now destroyed blanket fort.

"Help! Juvia's stuck! Juvia can't get out!" At this Lucy and Wendy who were nearby ran to help her. Pulling her out, Juvia clutched onto Lucy, while Wendy rubbed her back. Most girls felt bad for their frightened friend and came to comfort her as well.

"Juv-Juvia was s-so scared!" She cried on Lucy's shoulders. "Juvia felt l-like the l-lady would g-get her! Juvia's not her husband! She would've g-gotten Juvia!"

"Aw shit, Juvia. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya that much," Cana stopped her laughter and came over. At this Juvia poked her slightly tear stained face out from Lucy's shoulder.

"It's ok, Cana," Juvia said, wiping at her eyes. Lucy still kept an eye on her to make sure she was okay. "Juvia was just scared. It was a very good story, Cana. Where did you learn it?"

"Yeah, Cana? That was terrifying!" Levy shouted. "It makes me wonder what the ghost wanted in the first place."

"I thought the same Levy!" Lucy said, beaming. "Was it for revenge on any man? She was obviously drowned. Do you think it was for a crime she committed?"

"Or it could've been people who were jealous of her beauty or something. People were so petty and cruel back then! Oh wait, she hated men or something like that. Well wait, we don't know for sure because there only were men there at that camp..."

Lucy gasped. "It could've been her husband who did it! But she still loves him or something!"

"You're all a bunch of nerds! It's just a story that my dad taught me! I added the cards though," Cana said as she lounged on the couch. She didn't know why they were getting so invested in it.

"Why was the ghost so angry though Cana?" Lisanna asked.

"I just think that the story is so sad!" Erza cried out, her face twisted in woe. "She just wanted to find her husband!"

"She still killed all those men though!" Evergreen argued.

"WAIT A SECOND EVERYONE! BE QUIET!" Wendy cried.

"What is it Wendy?" Mira asked.

"I think I heard something…From out there."

At this, the women in the room became as quiet as a mouse. Listening for any sound that Wendy could be talking about.

Then they heard it.

A low moaning sound that did come from out there. Lucy immediately froze. It sounded so sorrowful. A searing heat began to course through her, as if all the blood in her body had been replaced by lava in her veins. She felt the need to call out to the moaning. To alert it that she was alright, that she was here. She felt as if she had to follow it. She didn't want whoever was crying to cry. She felt as if it was meant for her. A flare of pain washed over her. She clutched the middle of her chest.

"Hey, Lucy? Are you alright?"

Suddenly there was a scream from near the window. The girls were startled and looked where the scream came from. They realised that Levy was on the floor panting heavily, her hand on her chest, looking as white as a sheet.

"Levy are you alright?" Bisca asked.

"D-did you guys see that?!" She cried. She pointed out the window. "There was a l-light streaming out of a tree! It went by so fast! What if it was the g-ghost?!"

"That c-can't be possible!" Erza stuttered. She gripped a sword in her hand. "Ghosts aren't real!"

"We live in a world of magic, anything could happen," Mira said quietly.

"I saw it! It was that tree over there!" Levy pointed to the tree. The girls crowded over by the window, trying to see what happened. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then suddenly, a glowing bluish/green light zoomed past, into the tree that Levy was pointing at. The girls gasped or screamed.

Suddenly the slight throbbing that Lucy had went away…

Weird… She thought. Was that heartburn of some sort?

"SEE! I told you!" Levy cried.

"What was it? I didn't see it!" Wendy cried, clutching Carla who's fur on her back was slowly rising.

"Are we going to die?!" Evergreen cried.

"What does this mean?!" Lisanna shrieked, her hands fingering through her white hair.

"Illuminate Confirmed!" Levy screamed.

"Maybe she only hunts after men?" Lucy said, trying to reassure herself along with her friends. "In the story, the only p-people in the story who were killed were men, remember! We're all girls! We'll be fine! And if she n-needs help, we can help her maybe!"

"Right, L-Lu!" Levy agreed.

"SHUT UP, YOU PANSIES!" Cana was standing up on the couch. Every woman in the room stopped panicking and looked up at her. "Ghosts aren't real! N-no way! Anyway this was a story that my dad, Gildarts, told me!"

"H-how do we know that ghosts aren't real, Cana?" Juvia called, creeping out behind Erza who was swinging her sword wildly earlier, as Juvia clutched her Gray doll for comfort.

"GHOST ARE NOT REAL! I'll show you! We're gonna check it out!" Cana said, hands on her hips, looking like some sort of adventurer. "Grab your flashlights, ladies! We're going outside!"

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me! That light out there was probably a big bug or a firework or someone's magic! Now come on! Grab your jackets! Put your shoes on!"

"We're not r-really going out there are we, Cana?" Wendy asked, still holding Carla in a protective embrace.

"Hell yeah we are, Wendy!" Cana beamed and ruffled the younger girl's hair. She was already putting on her orange jacket and her flip flops. Silence filled the room. Most of the girls thought that Cana was crazy or too drunk to think straight.

"C-Cana's right! Juvia wants to know what that thing was!" Juvia said putting on a straight face, stomping up to the coat rack, grabbing her navy blue long coat. Plus, it was bluish, it could Gray! She thought.

"You know what, yeah! Come on, we're a part of Fairy Tail for Mavis's sake!" Levy said, throwing up her fist in the air. "We can take on anything! Who's with me?!"

Lucy stood up. They were all right! This was no time to be scared! "Levy's right everybody!" She stuck up her right hand that had her pink guildmark in the air, making the #1 symbol that was known throughout the guild. "Are we going to let some evil sad dead lady or a glowing light scare us? And if she isn't an evil sad dead lady, are we gonna let her stay sad?!"

"No! Fairy Tail always helps those in need! No matter what!" Erza said, who already had her royal blue coat on through her requip magic.

"Yeah!" Wendy yelled, running up to girls who were going outside. Erza and Lucy gave her high-fives as she came up. With that every girl got their coats and shoes on and headed outside through the front door.

"Ready to bust some ghost ass?!" Cana yelled.

"YEAH!"

"Maybe we should be quiet," Levy spoke up in a quiet voice. "In case she's not bad. We may scare her!"

"Good thinking, Levy!" Lucy said, patting her friend's shoulder. Levy blushed at the compliment.

"EVERYONE! WE ARE TO BE QUIET FOR WE DO NOT WANT TO SCARE THE GHOST! IS THAT CLEAR?!" Erza commanded in a booming voice, holding her sword out menacingly for anyone who wouldn't obey.

"YES MA'AM!" The girls responded.

"She probably already scared the ghost with that voice…" Evergreen deadpanned.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"Nothing Ma'am!"

"Stay together everyone! We're stronger with numbers!" Mira said.

They shuffled together, staying together as if they were a flock of sheep. Making their way closer to the tree where they saw the light, each girl had their magic ready. Erza had her sword out, Levy had her fingers ready to cast a solid script spell, Juvia had a 'Water Lock" already in her hands. As Lucy shuffled, she grabbed Loke's key and her whip. She assumed that if the ghost attacked them, no physical attack could work. But magic might. I may not be able to do much… but I can at least try to help my friends! I won't let them get hurt! If that's the last thing I do!

"Could you handle this every goddamn-!" said a voice from the tree.

"I think I heard something. It's coming from up there!" Levy cried, pointing up toward the tree.

So yeah! If you need to know, the blue light was Happy! When he was flying through to get the Clothes for Natsu!

Also that thing with Lucy with the "Heart Burn"? Yeah that's all because of Natsu! Yeah... I like the whole dragon slayer headcanon junk Including the soul mate thing, like that mates are connected but don't really know it. Also how their magic affects them? Like how Laxus has problems with Electricity and is constantly full of static and will often accidentally shock people. Or how Sting will glow when he's excited and when he sneezes light comes out of his nose. Or like when Natsu gets angry smoke will something spread around him. Or how Rouge gets sunburned very easily and that's why he wears so many layers. Just stuff like that. I like imagining how magic affects everyone

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