We warned you at Syracuse, and you persisted. You took advantage of us at New Canaan to drive us out, and like the dogs of Caesar you are, you followed us to Zion. And now you stand on holy ground, a temple to God’s glory on Earth. But the only use for an animal in our temple is sacrifice! Kale watcha nei conserva oh! You understand me, don’t you? Don’t you?!
“Alcohol does not change you, it just makes you lose control of your inhibitions. What those people did–it was inside them.” -Dan Howlter
Pre-cyborg? Definitely the sexual predator drunk. Can’t keep his hands off anyone, cat-calls, making offensive comments, and much more likely to make a move on you and wake up with you the next morning with no memory how he got there.
Liked all kinds of wild, new cocktails (Sakura martinis, Niagara Grapes, even Grasshoppers)
Even though he drank a lot back then, this pretty boy could never build up a proper tolerance. Two and a half cocktails in and he’s singing ebarassingly at the kareoke bar
Now, well, I’m not sure he can process alcohol in his new body
I mean, it hasn’t been explicitely said if he can eat and drink or not anymore, but I’m assuming not
This has actually been really bugging me, in one of his voice lines, he says “Ramen! *sigh* It’s just not the same anymore.”
Which raises the question if it’s just that he can’t eat or if things taste differently or don’t taste at all for him
Which then makes me wonder if he has a mouth, which I think he does uuugh, I’m so confused
And in the newest lines with him and Angela exchanging chocolates? Angela would know whether or not he can eat, so she either knows he can eat the chocolates or is just giving them to him as a kind gesture to show that even though he’s a cyborg, he still deserves the same courtesies given to regular humans
BUT for now, I’m going to assume he can’t drink anymore
Although he still has a brain, so that means his brain can still be intoxicated, so saying that he was somehow intoxicated through some other means…
He would be very unaccustomed to the feeling, after all, it’s been so long since he’s been tipsy or drunk
Gets very quiet and ponderous, examining himself curiously for any reasons why he feels buzzed (think Legolas after the drinking contest in Lord of the Rings)
As he says in the game, he prefers alcohol with more of a bite to it
So I’d say he prefers tequila, whisky, gin
Back in his Deadlock days, when he turned 16, the members probably gave him a little “initiation” involving a bottle of tequila, a lemon, Kosher salt, and a worm (look it up)
Drinking is a common part of Jesse’s life, and he almost always sipping on a glass of whisky in the evenings
Gets wasted at least once every two weeks
Not the most healthy lifestyle
But he’s pretty good at hiding that he’s drunk
Sure, he gets louder, sillier, maybe a little grope-y with his s/o, but when it comes to drunk tests, as long as there’s no breathalizers, he can walk a straight line like it’s nothing
Years of experience
He has a pretty high tolerance, he is a cowboy after all, and he can drink most anyone under the table
But after about 10 shots of tequila, he’s gonna get drunk
Back in his Overwatch days, probably went out drinking with Jack quite a bit
These two would usually have some cold beers, but on special nights, martinis or margaritas
I’d even headcanon that he used to make the martinis and margaritas for the two of them
Can probably still shake up a potent drink even now
Used to have drinking contests every now and then with Torbjorn, Jack, and Reinhardt. He had a friendly contest with Jack, but always resented Rein for winning 70% of the time
He came close to beating him once, but…
He has a pretty good alcohol tolerance even today, it’s just that he doesn’t drink much anymore (not sure if he even can in his ghostly form)
But even if he can drink as Reaper, he probably avoids drinking simply because it interferes with his work
Doesn’t want to look unprofessional
But before the fall of Overwatch, when he and Morrison were butting heads, he probably drank quite a bit to calm his nerves
And some nights he’d just drink, and drink, and drink…
A mix of the angry, emotional, and tired drunk
Starts off really pissed, maybe throwing things, complaining about how much he hates Overwatch
Then gets really emo and mopes. Back then it’d be about how he lost his friendship with Jack. Now it’d be about living as a literal ghost
Then just collapses and falls asleep
Back in his Overwatch days, probably went out drinking with Gabriel quite a bit
These two would usually have some cold beers, but on special nights, martinis or margaritas
Used to have drinking contests every now and then with Torbjorn, Gabe, and Reinhardt
Almost always the first one out. Though, he has a decent tolerancy
Was probably still professional with his alcohol before the fall of Overwatch
He was the Strike Commander, after all
Only drank off-duty
Now, he’s a little less of gentleman and will drink beer and whisky whenever he feels like it
He’s a grizzly, war-worn old man, you think he cares?
He’s an angry and emotional drunk
He won’t start fights, but if someone says even remotely offensive about him or his friends, he’ll be up in their face!
But towards the end of the night, he’ll get really sad and will start to monologue about the “good ‘ol days”
Prefers sake or any smooth, sophisticated drink. Nothing with a “bite” to it like McCree likes
Has always been very responsible with his alcohol. He had an image to uphold after all, and that sense of duty has never left him
Slowly sips his sake, taking into account how much he’s had and when to stop
But he’s such a kill-joy when he drinks with friends or significant others
Always reminding them when they’ve gone over their limit, being dubious of whether or not they can handle certain drinks, and sometimes cutting them off entirely!
Very much like Symm when it comes to drinking. He’ll drink, but he doesn’t believe alcohol should be drank for the sake of getting drunk. It should be savored for its taste and history. Only drinks it to unwind
But he can still get drunk. Once he’s hit a nice buzz, his responsibility will begin to waver, and he’ll lose track of how much he’s had
Probably the emotional drunk, mumbling about how the Shimada empire was to be his, how horrible he was to kill Genji, blah blah blah…
Ooooh boy…Oh dear….
There is NOTHING this boy won’t drink (but it has to be confirmed alcohol. He will not drink turpentine or boot-shine just to get drunk)
But this boy won’t even shy away from moonshine!
For him, alcohol was MADE to get you drunk! Jamie doesn’t drink unless he is seriously aiming to get wasted!
But he’s not a total alcoholic. He never drinks when he’s on a heist because he knows it’ll affect his work
Only drinks when he knows he doesn’t have anywhere to be in the next 12 hours (this does not exclude day drinking)
Usually just drinks plain old amber fluid (Aussie slang for beer) since it’s the cheapest
Always makes sure his friends have something to drink along with him. Coldies for everyone!
But who said he was paying? Who said he didn’t steel the coldies?
Not sure what Jamison’s tolerancy is since he chugs his drinks too fast to keep track of. He wants to get on that high fast!
A loud, silly drunk who laugh maniacally and catches the bar on fire!
Despite his size, he can drink a lot.
In his drinking contests with Rein, Gabe, and Jack, he’d win occasionally
A very loud drunk who will do drunken jigs on the table
Good luck getting this man drunk. He’s drank some bars clean before
He’s seven feet tall, after all
Loves a good drinking contest since he knows he’ll usually win
But just like battle, he lives for that rush of competition as he swigs down another glass of beer, staring his opponent dead in the eyes
Prefers German beers with the occasional schnapps
IF somehow you got him drunk, I’m sorry
He’s loud and VERY unaware of his size and spatial relation
He’ll teeter around, knock things over, collapse into tables (breaking them), and knock people flat on their faces when he pats them on the back
And if he passes out, you’ll have to call a tow truck to haul him out of there
Doesn’t like to brag, but he has a tolerancy level to rival Reinhardt’s
Can often be caught day drinking on the couch with a coldie, even when he has somewhere to be that day (he can handle a few beers before then)
But usually doesn’t drink in front of people except Junkrat, since it requires him to lift up his mask or take it off entirely
If he were to brag about his drinking capabilities, then someone would try to get him to prove it, and he doesn’t want to take off his mask in public…
But then there’s Junkrat, bragging for him, “You wouldn’t believe how much my friend Roadie here can drink!”
“Mrrghh…” he grumble, “Shut. Up.”
The biggest, hungriest, sleepiest drunk. It’s hard to get him drunk, though
But once he is, he’ll suddenly start making drunk food decisions and ordering hugs amounts of food at once!
Then he’ll scarf it all down, let out a monstrous burp, and pass out…
You should have seen how much he ordered during Chinese New Year! Where do you think that highlight reel came from?
He likes a good drink as much as the average guy, but he’s always sure to be careful
An all-around wholesome guy who looks out for his friends too when they drink. Reminds them when it’s time to take a break, have a snack, or maybe stop all together
His favorite drinks are Jell-O shots and he loves drinking if it involves a drinking game
When he gets drunk, though, he’ll pull out his tunes and start playing them really loud!
Eventually he’ll dig up some irritating meme music and start blaring that, laughing hysterically to it
He’s been booted from a few clubs early in his career for playing annoying music. Now he knows when it’s time to be responsible.
Zenny can’t drink, but I’m sure there’s a way to screw with an omnics circuits and recreate a drunken feeling for them
And he’d be such a silly drunk! He is only 20 after all–sassy little college student…
The next morning he’d be so apologetic for anything he did. He’d say that he just wasn’t himself.
Hey love your stuff! Do you think you could do a bucky x reader where she’s a soldier and is related to the howling commandos by some relative?
Characters: Bucky x reader, Steve Rogers, Dum Dum Dugan (mentioned)
Summary: Bucky is dragged to an army base to help Steve recruit a soldier for Hill who wants to train someone in intelligence. While watching a fresh batch of army recruits, Bucky can’t help but feel uncomfortable back in an army base, and it doesn’t help that their new recruit is a beautiful woman, but a ghost from Bucky’s past.
Warnings: Swearing, making out???, flirty Bucky
A/N: I love this idea! Thanks to the anon who requested it, hope you enjoy this xo
Walking along the military base felt wrong to Bucky after so many years. It hadn’t been his idea to come, he’d dragged along at Steve’s request, practically begging him to help out with the newest assignment. Bucky had ever so reluctantly agreed to join as a favour, but was now marching the grounds of an army base feeling like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite belong.
“Remind me again why we’re here?” Bucky asked, tugging down his left sleeve even further to conceal his metal limb from view.
“Pretty simple,” Steve said, “Fury wants us to recruit a soldier.”
“Why?” Bucky asked, what possible use would the Avengers have for a soldier?
“So Hill can move someone up through intelligence.”
“So we’re here to recruit a spy?”
Bucky hummed in acknowledgement, but was of course distracted by the fact that he felt like he was walking through a distant dream. Everything about the camp was so familiar, but felt just out of reach. He listened to drill sergeants yelling commands, heard huffs of effort from the mouths of those doing push ups, and felt the ground shake with the stomping of boots on the dirt paths.
Somewhere in Skellige Ciri and Geralt took a strange contract; a beast who kills folks (especially naughty ones), appears only around Yuletide and its name is Krampus. Saint Nicholas day is coming (6th December) and no Krampus this year… for specific reasons but still.. try to be nice :))) Make sure you shine your boots and put out in the window so Saint Nicholas can leave something nice for you. ;)
(All excerpts are from Ray Bradbury’s The illustrated man. Any words from his story are italicized.)
(Y/N) lay curled up on their bed, their eyes scanning over the words in front of them as they drank in every word, an almost high coming over them as they did. The story painted such a vivid picture for them that it was hard not to read the entire book in one sitting, something they had done quite frequently but they had promised themself that they’d savor this book, take in every word and sentence until their head ached but nearly 120 pages in and that promise was flying out the window. (Y/N) was so in depth in the book that they could barely here the door creak open when it did, the soft sound of feet on their shabby carpet. In fact it wasn’t until a certain supersoldier laid beside the reading body that (Y/N) snapped out of their book trance, gasping softly.
“Bucky!” (Y/N) exclaimed, “You scared me!” Bucky gave them a sleepy little smile as he closed his eyes, humming to himself.
“Sorry doll,” He whispered, nuzzling his face against the pillow beside them. “What’re you still doing up? I thought you’d gone to bed ages ago,” (Y/N) smiles at their lover sweetly as they reach out, gently brushing some of his hair away from his eyes.
“I’m actually reading,”
“It’s called the illustrated man, it’s really good,”
“Really?” Bucky cracks an eye open to look at (Y/N), his eyes glazed over with exhaustion. (Y/N) nods, cracking a smile as they glanced at the words a few paragraphs ahead.
“It’s really good,”
“What’s it about?” Bucky asks as he shifts a little closer to (Y/N), draping an arm over their leg as he pressed a gentle kiss to their hip.
“It’s about a illustrated man, he’s covered in tattoos but every night the tattoos will shift and change. These tattoos essentially predict the future-”
“Will you-” Bucky yawns a bit, licking his lips afterwards. “Will you read some to me?” (Y/N) smiles as they nod, one hand reaching down to play with Bucky’s hair while the other kept the book upright.
“They moved away. Suddenly the floor plates were laced with bone and white skulls that screamed,” Bucky curls against (Y/N) more, resting their head on their warm thigh as they recite the words to him.
“The captain did not dare look down, and over the screaming he said ‘Is this where Perse is?’ turning in at a hatch.” Bucky shifts once again, wrapping more of himself around (Y/N). (Y/N) halts in their reading, looking down at Bucky fondly. He looked so sweet like this, all sorts of sleepy and affectionate, his face pressed against (Y/N)’s thigh to the point that it was squishing his cheeks. (Y/N) smiles a bit as they sigh, running their fingers through Bucky’s rather long hair.
“Why’d you stop?” He asks, lifting his head up just enough to look at (Y/N) sleepily.
“Sorry…you just look really cute like this,” Bucky smiles sleepily, his eyes closing once again. He hums, resting his head back against (Y/N)’s legs.
“Well thank you,” (Y/N) gives him a look over, noting the way half his body was curled against them and the other half was not. With a sly little smirk (Y/N) parts their legs, allowing Bucky’s head to fall off their lap.
“(Y/N), what are you-”
“I want you between my thighs,” Bucky looks up at (Y/N), smirking just a bit.
“Doll, I’d love to but I am way too tired to even-”
“Not like that you dork,” (Y/N) smiles, shaking their head lightly. “Like when I sit on your lap, I want you to sit on mine,” Bucky eyes them warily, his sleep deprived eyes looking them over a few times.
“So you want me to sit in between your legs?” (Y/N) smiles a bit more, nodding.
“You’re already half curled up on me, why not just sit here instead?” Bucky looks between (Y/N)’s legs only for a moment before crawling between them, resting his larger body against their chest. His back presses against (Y/N)’s chest and he curls up against them a bit, pulling their sheets over their legs to keep them warm. “You ready?” (Y/N) asks, scratching at Bucky’s head again. The man nods, yawning a bit as he does. (Y/N) smiles as they wrap their arms around his waist, holding the book out in front of them as they attempt to find where they had left off. Finding their spot, (Y/N) gives the top of his head a quick peck before continuing on with their story.
“The captain walked to a port. He smelled of menthol and iodine and green soap on his polished and manicured hands. His white teeth were dentrificed, and his ears scoured to a pinkness, as were his cheeks,” Bucky shifts a bit, turning his head to rub his nose against (Y/N)’s neck, his body nearly going slack against theirs. He inhales deeply and exhales too, his warm breath hitting (Y/N)’s neck softly.
(Y/N) could tell he was on his way out, he never did last long when (Y/N) would read to him and they were sure their warmth and arms around him wasn’t helping. With a tender smile (Y/N) continues on, resting their chin atop the brunette’s head.
“His uniform was the color of new salt, and his boots were black mirrors, shining below him. His crisp crew-cut hair smelled of sharp alcohol. Even his breath was sharp and new and clean.” Suddenly Bucky’s breath evens out, a steady in and out against (Y/N)’s neck, his nose bumped right up against (Y/N)’s pulse point; he’d fallen asleep.
(Y/N) gingerly sets their book down, settling it down on their bed as they reach over and flicks off their bedside lamp, only shifting enough to get comfortable against their headboard. With a little huff of air (Y/N) reaches down and grabs their sheets, pulling it up to Bucky’s chin to keep him warm.
“Goodnight my sweet angel,” (Y/N) whispers, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s head as they close their eyes, allowing their own exhaustion to take over. Bucky shifts once more in his sleep, this time the movement much more subtle, a simple quirk of his lip was all, a simple, sleepy, and all too adorable smile.
some of the deepest secrets are the ones that are out in the open.
some scouts have booze, others stray cats, many have special spaces in the training woods with their names carved out in the bark of tree trunks. levi has none of these. there’s no diary under his mattress, or lacy underwear deep within his dresser drawers. he has no hidden space to hide contraband, or a mistresses out in the capital. levi is as closed a book as he is open. he hides nothing about his interests or his intentions. in his stoicism is the truth, and everybody seems to have him figured out.
it’s no secret that erwin and levi are close. there’s rumors about them, but even if they are true, they don’t effect morale. mortality rate is too high to care about sexuality, about relationships, about anything much else but oneself. erwin is a capable and ruthlessly intelligent leader. levi is the strongest and most compassionate of them all. their secret is public, but it just somehow makes them stronger. a bond worth fighting for, even from on the outside, even from their men and women that have taken the wings. because together they fight for humanity; together they are humanity’s greatest hope.
erwin has levi mapped out. he has a routine, sticks to it so strictly that if it strays he becomes a compressed bottle of rage. erwin is included in on this routine–from sunrise to dusk, he’s cared for in little ways. shined boots, oiled leather straps, groomed horse, restocked blades. erwin has stopped fighting him on these things, appreciates being thought of because sometimes he forgets to think of himself. when on base, they’re almost always together. erwin knows levi; erwin knows everything about levi.
that is until his finger hooks into levi’s uniform pocket, his lips lingering on his captain’s. he leans back in his chair, digs his finger deeper down into the pocket as levi tries to move away. he succeeds, shoves erwin’s hand and steps aside from his desk.
“levi?” erwin says softly. he misses the heat on his skin, the smell of dark tea and honey on his breath. levi stands with his back to erwin, brings his hands up to his breast pocket and tucks the paper back in. “what is it?”
erwin wants to reach out to him, drag him back into his arms and feel the softness of his skin against his own. “all right.”
levi’s hand stays on top of his pocket before he finally takes the paper out. he holds it in his hands, folded and frayed around the edges, having been worn against denim for so long it has started to tear along the folds. his finger draws under the edge and he opens the paper as he turns to face erwin. he reads the words scrawled across the surface as erwin watches him intently, curiously. levi hands him the paper, his head down, as if he is a scolded child waiting to be reprimanded.
erwin takes it, eyebrow raised, and holds it carefully in front of the candlelight. the parchment is rough to the touch, and the pulp of the paper has rubbed away some of the ink of the words. it’s clearly levi’s handwriting, beautiful and careful with each loop of his cursive. it makes erwin’s heart seize–everything about this man is nothing short but awe-inspiring.
he reads it again. and a third time. there’s not much written on it, four words to be exact: he sees the sky.
erwin looks up, his eyebrows drawn close, and asks silently for an explanation. “i don’t know.” levi says quietly.
“i guess.” levi trails. there’s something he’s not saying, something he’s unable to say, but is trying to find the words. he sighs with frustration before settling on something. “i guess i forget sometimes.”
“why i’m here.”
erwin places the paper down onto the desk. “to protect and free humanity, was it not?”
“yes.” levi says. “or it was.” levi turns his gaze up to the office windows behind erwin. he’s afraid he’s already said too much.
“how do you mean?”
“i should be looking at the sky too.”
erwin runs a hand along his cheek, his brow creasing with more thought, as if levi has presented him with an incredibly difficult riddle. “i am not sure i follow.”
“you’ve become my sky.”
erwin looks up from the paper, stares slack jawed at his captain who refuses to look back at him. there’s a sadness in levi’s eyes, something darker than usual. erwin has seen him deal with grief, has seen the minute differences of the creases of his skin as he works through each emotion. but this brought out lines along his eyes that made him look much older than his age, like the reveal had taken twenty years off of his life and cast it ugly across his features.
he sees now. this secret that is not a secret. this secret that levi wore in his pocket, a reminder to deny his feelings in the face of freedom. that outside of erwin’s office and bedroom, he has to play the role of weapon for humanity, to dedicate his heart to them instead of him. and even though they knew–their soldiers, hange, mike, nanaba… they never once felt the hesitation levi always had to fight against. the need and desire to protect one–to live and fight for erwin and erwin alone.
erwin folds the paper again, making sure to fold exactly as it had been so many times in the past and leaves it on the center of his desk. “it is difficult for me at times as well.”
levi looks at him now, the whites of his eyes showing more. “how?”
“you are my soldier.” erwin closes his eyes and sighs softly out of his nose. “i fear the day i hesitate to put you into harm’s way.”
levi studies erwin, watches as erwin’s face falls into blankness fitting only for stone, and leans over to pick up the paper. he holds it over the candle flame, waits for it to catch before pulling it out and letting it burn between his fingers. they both watch, the flames licking and crawling up ladders of burning paper, until levi shakes his hand and lets the small nub of parchment fall to the desk and burn itself to ash.
“we can’t let anything get in the way.” levi says flatly.
erwin’s lips draw thin. he nods once, slowly, morosely. “understood.” but he doesn’t, and neither does levi.
war knows no bounds–much like love. but they never, ever wanted to have to find it. never thought they could find it. never thought they were worthy of finding it. and now they wish it to be a thing that never had found its way to them. to not have it etched so deeply upon their hearts, burning under the shadows of white and blue wings and along fields of bloodied men.
where the only futures that were open to them were ones that could hold no promises.
A/N ok so this was an idea I had… not sure where to take this. I’m leaving it up to my Padawans. the intent is to imply that Kylo is up to no good and so is the reader. this is not my first time writing but this is my first time writing a drabble. if you want part two just lemme know!
warnings: none. future cheating? forbidden love?
Today was a big day for Armitage Hux. He made sure every detail of the finalizer was in place and he made sure every inch of the ship was clean. cleaner than usual. He had his room redecorated twice; never satisfied with how it looked. He showered longer than usual and groomed himself slowly so that no hair on his copper head was out of place. He sent for his boots to be shined and his uniform to be pressed. Armitage made sure to keep his cat Millicent away from his clothing. He kept her in her cage; which he never did but it was only necessary to make sure her fur didn’t cling to his crisp clean uniform. Today was a big day… today was the day his fiancée came for a visit.
The shuttle she was on would be landing soon, and he couldn’t have been any more excited. It had been just about six months since they had last seen each other. They kept in contact when he could but he had been so busy with the plans for the first orders new weapon and the tantrums of the Commander that he had become distracted and forgot about his dearly beloved. Armitage felt bad for neglecting her so he had arranged for her to stay with him for as long as she pleased. Once they were married she would have to become familiar with the finalizer, for it would be her new home along with Starkiller base once it was completed.
Smiling genuinely, he stood tall in the docking bay as the shuttle touched down. As the ramp came down he only smiled wider. Out stepped some of his men carrying her things and marching straight to his quarters. They saluted as they passed and he nodded his head. He could have cared less if they had stopped to acknowledge him; he was focused on something else, and when she stepped out last he nearly lost his composure.
Walking elegantly as if she were gliding on air, she moved to him. Removing the scarf from around her head she let her beautiful curled long (y/h/c) locks flow freely. Her ruby red lips curled in a smile and her eyes sparkled. She was just as beautiful as ever.
“Hello, my darling kitty.” sighed Hux happily as he kissed his fiancée’s cheek.
“Hello, my love.” She greeted back.
Armitage gently took her hands and kisses them both as well, before finally kissing her plush lips.
“Was the flight well?”
“A bit rough but nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“Excellent, Allow me to show you my- I mean our quarters.” He winked.
Once she was settled and relaxed he took her to the bridge of the ship so he could carry out his business and still spend time with his darling kitty. She had no business being there other than she was the future Mrs. General Armitage Hux, and no one was going to tell her to leave. She stood center out of everyone’s way, but her Klein blue beaded dress made it hard for her to go unnoticed. She was the most colorful thing in the room and her positive ora brought joy to the officers around her. When Hux was happy they were happy, and his fiancé being there was a blessing to them all… all but one man. The one man that hated everything, Commander Ren.
He was heavy on his feet, and suddenly the room was filled with tension and anxiety. He marched straight for the general saying something almost un-audible to her ears but the General seemed to understand it. His smile was gone and his eyebrows were creased in anger. He looked to her then to Ren and sighed.
“Kitty, I am most sorry. It seems something has come up. Stay here, will you? I won’t be long. Commander Ren here will keep you company.” He turned back the man in the mask. “Mind your manners, Ren.”
If he could have seen through the Commander’s mask he would have seen him roll his eyes. The Commander honestly didn’t care. He had no vendetta against her and she had done nothing to deserve his backlash. Though he was not a kind man, the Commander knew if he left her alone the General would leave him alone and that’s all he wanted.
She stood with her hands crossed in front of her. “It’s very lovely to meet you, Commander Ren. I’m (y/f) (y/l)-”
“I don’t care.” He said simply, voice covered in layers of synthetic sound.
“Oh well alright,” she smiled then nodded, “those are very lovely robes you are wearing. A bit more tattered for my taste but I’m sure they have great stories to tell.”
The Commander looked down at the woman to his left. She was so small compared to him and he could crush her like nothing if he wanted to. It wouldn’t take much of the force to break her delicate neck. He played through the scenario of killing her and determined it wouldn’t be a fair fight. She was far to petit and defenseless to protect herself. The Commander wondered if protection and safety were why she chose the General. Kylo Ren wasn’t one for emotion but he wasn’t blind. She was attractive. far too decent looking for Armitage and far too nice.
“I like your helmet. It really does intimidate.” She said softly to the Commander, and he tilted his head intrigued.
(y/n) smiled; eyeing him up and down. “You know- not many people can pull off black but you pull it off very well, Commander.”
“Must you speak to me?” He muttered, rather sourly.
“Yes, who else will I talk to?” She countered.
Kylo growled taking a step to his left. “You’re standing too close to me.”
“Dearest apologies, Commander.”
“With all the politeness!” He gestured with his hands.
(y/n)’s jaw dropped as Kylo’s hand flew in the air. She snatched his hand squeezing it in her own.
“My- What large hands you have, Commander! Amazing!”
“Ok, no touching!” He hissed pulling himself free.
Interrupted, (y/n) was approached by an officer who bowed awkwardly.
“Oh, I love your uniform.” She complimented.
“Thank you, ma'am. It’s the same as everyone else.”
(y/n) laughed. “Yes, but you wear it differently- dare I say better than everyone else.”
The officer blushed. “The General has requested your presence for tea.”
“Oh, I do love a good tea!” (y/n) clapped, knowing exactly what that meant. “Commander Ren, would you mind helping me back to the Generals quarters? I’m still getting familiar with the corridors.”
Kylo shrugged and lead the way.
He was silent the entire walk to the General’s private quarters but she was not. He was irked by the spring in her step and couldn’t stand the way she complimented the officers every time they passed on in the corridors. She even found a way to complement each stormtrooper individually; no two compliments were alike.
When they had reached the destination Kylo sighed in relief.
“My darling kitty, just in time for tea.” Smirked the General as he stood in the doorway. “I was beginning to think I’d have to have a cup alone.”
She laughed. “As if you’d ever start without me.”
Armitage took (y/n)’s hand and gently kissed. “Is that one lump or two?”
“We shall see how I feel after the first cup of tea.” She winked before stepping in.
Suddenly Kylo realized it wasn’t tea they were talking about at all and he shivered in disgust.
“Was he good to you, kitty?” Armitage said, more for Ren than he did as a question for (y/n).
“Oh most definitely-” She smiled as she poked her head into the doorway. “-So kind he is, and a great listener too!”
“Really, a good listener?” Hux sneered. “Wish he listened to me as well as he did you.”
(y/n) kissed Armitage’s cheek and looked at him with a fake pout. “Come now darling, the tea.”
Kylo stood awkwardly; it wasn’t like he needed to be dismissed. The General had already walked away and he had already escorted her where she needed to be.
“Goodbye, see you tomorrow commander Ren.” She smirked, blew him a kiss, then shut the automatic door.
“See me tomorrow?” He thought to himself in a far to chipper tone.
Why in the galaxy did she plan on seeing him tomorrow, but why in the galaxy did he get excited?
Listening To Taylor Swift’s Discography All Year Long: A Guide
September-October: Red Accompanied by: Cozy knit blankets. Candles. The sound of rain. Pets snuggled up with you. Spinning around in a dress and tights and boots. Voice-cracking, hairflipping, emotion-filled sessions singing the bridge to All Too Well. Pumpkin flavored hot drinks. Pumpkin patches with your best friends. Rayban sunglasses.
October-November 9th: Red/Sounds of the Season Accompanied by: Increasing excitement for the new album. Moccasin slippers. Blasting Taylor in the car on the way to do your Christmas/holiday shopping. Baking, baking, baking. Lots of hugs and love thrown around like confetti. Halloween where everywhere you look, zombie Taylors are rising up from the dead. Wrapping Christmas presents and singing and quality time with family. Beanies. Scarves. Chilly breezes and flannel shirts and warm hearts.
November 10th, 12:00AM: reputation Accompanied by: Panic. Screaming. Crying. Smiling so big your face hurts. Writing down your favorite lyrics in pretty pens in notebooks. The flip-flop your tummy does when you hear a Taylor Swift song for the very first time. Blowing out your speakers from the bass on your way to Target to buy your 46th and 47th hard copies of reputation. Open reputation magazines and Tumblr with your friends deciphering every last detail. Joy. Pure joy. Magic.
November-January: reputation/Sounds of the Season Accompanied by: Alternating between being a total badass and wanting to run around decorating the house like Buddy the Elf. Laying under the Christmas tree, looking through the branches as your ears are blessed by new and vintage Taylor music. Asking Santa for reputation Tour money and merch. 13 days of Taylor. Holiday puns and crying over how much you love T on her birthday. Album blankets and showing ridiculous amounts of sass while singing songs from reputation, gingerbread cookie in hand.
January-the first warm days of March: reputation/Speak Now Accompanied by: Discovering even more new favorite lyrics. Watching the Speak Now World Tour DVD. Nostalgia. Sparkly things, and spinning around and confetti and looking through all your old things from past tours. Watching snow fall as you listen to Back to December like you’re in the music video. Planning what you’ll wear on tour. Bows. Dancing around your bedroom alone, just because you can’t help it. The smell of Wonderstruck in the air, glitter everywhere.
March-May: reputation/Fearless/Debut Album Sundresses. Cowboy boots. Sun shining through the trees. Car windows down, hands out, music blasting. Sunglasses. Curls. Fresh air. Air guitar. Reminiscing about how far we’ve come and the bond that holds us all together. Trips to somewhere where you can put your feet into water. Freckles coming back out to play. Lots of bracelets. Laughing as you rap …Ready for It? With your best friends. Watching Journey to Fearless.
First warm day of May-August: 1989/Fearless/Debut Album/reputation Jean shorts. No cares in the world. Dancing all day, every day. BBQs. Ocean waves. Watching the 1989 Tour Live, trying to copy the choreography. Watching people you adore meet Taylor. Singing the 1989 Tour version of Out of the Woods. Polaroid pictures. Memorizing the reputation Tour, watching the surprises unfold every night. Making s'mores around a fire pit. Making memories. Arguing for your favorite song and performance from reputation. Saying goodbye to summer. Loving Taylor more than ever.
Note: Please use the “Shuffle all Taylor Swift songs,” generously all year long. Please use your best judgement to choose your favorite gems in order to educate others whenever necessary. When you feel the sudden urge to listen to a particular album or song, do not resist. Don’t forget to love Taylor, fearlessly, without bounds, forever. And please never forget she loves you too.
Our cats don’t live past six. We don’t see them die. The forest takes them. We’ve heard your cats live longer? Do you not have forests?
The heads have been taken from the chickens. We know what this means. We know what waits in the woods. There’s no fence deep enough, or tall enough. All we can do is hope it’s had it’s fill.
In the winter the trees cry. If you’re out at night, and it’s so cold you feel your lungs freeze under your skin, the trees will cry for you too.
You don’t know winter roads. They don’t know you. Or your white car. You’re not from here. I don’t care what your license plate says. That’s a white car. You’re not from here.
I see your boots. They shine. They’re meant for horses, not mud. I know you are a liar.
Winter is silent. You forget the world make sound. Winter is long.
In spring you realize something has been living under the road. When you step on the dirt, it feels hollow, like the side of a dead animal. It’s going to eat your Mercedes.
The mud is two feet deep. Don’t try to make it home. You won’t.
In the spring we bleed the trees. The blood is sweet, and flows better when it freezes at night. There are many celebrations.
We don’t lock our doors here. I don’t know how to lock the doors here. I have never seen a key.
The sun finally shines in May. The snow is finally gone. Everyone smiles. Everyone. We can’t stop. We can feel the sun again.
In the summer, clouds sleep on the roads.
It’s very beautiful here, we know. You’ve stopped your car. You don’t even realize it, we know. You’re in the middle of the road. You don’t realize it is a road anymore. Not a real road. The beauty is all there is for you now. You step out of your car. You can’t remember where you came from or where you were going. “Out-of-staters,” we mutter as we resist pounding the horn.
In the fall, the trees catch fire. Those we bled burn the brightest.
❛ Let’s all put on a folk hat and learn something about a foreign culture! ❜
❛ By the way, that’s a shame about your face. ❜
❛ There’s nothing the matter with my face. I got character! ❜
❛ It’s really wild, but I’m-I’m afraid that I’m not gonna fit in here. ❜
❛ Well, what have we here? ❜
❛ The first square to ever set foot in Turkey Point. ❜
❛ Don’t you got tits? Stick ‘em out, for God’s sake! ❜
❛ The first thing a Cry-Baby girl learns: our bazooms are our weapons! ❜
❛ I wouldn’t be caught dead in a full skirt. ❜
❛ Think I got what it takes? ❜
❛ They’re both dead. I’m an orphan! ❜
❛ I wanna let you, but I can’t, for my parent’s sake. ❜
❛ But no wonder we’re together, honey. ❜
❛ Just on the outside of the shirt, okay? ❜
❛ I’m so tired of being good. ❜
❛ And if that’s a crime, I’ll stand convicted, ma'am. ❜
❛ That’s right. All in alphabetical order. ❜
❛ Wee, you caught me in my birthday suit, butt-naked! ❜
❛ Heavy hangs the head, that last night wore the crown. ❜
❛ Looks like somebody lost their laundry. ❜
❛ I need a date for tonight’s Jukebox Jamboree. ❜
❛ Well, I’m solo, sugar. ❜
❛ I give bare second on the first date. ❜
❛ Wanna see these gunboats? ❜
❛ Use your mentality and cool down! ❜
❛ Better watch it, bozo! You might catch a cold! ❜
❛ First one to turn the wheel before we smash is a chicken! ❜
❛ Do you know how to play the automobile game called Chicken? ❜
❛ Is that legal? ❜
❛ Stop this insanity! ❜
❛ I got some new rules, sucker! ❜
❛ How ‘bout you and me on top of the car? ❜
❛ I’m man enough, you big cry baby! ❜
❛ I’m sorry to get you locked up! ❜
❛ But tonight, well, you were the coolest date I ever had! ❜
❛ Why didn’t you tell me you already had a lady friend? ❜
❛ I’m burning inside to touch you, baby! ❜
❛ Everything’s the matter! ❜
❛ It’s just the thunderstorm. Heat lightening. It’s sexy. ❜
❛ It’s not sexy! Electricity makes me insane! ❜
❛ You’re the only future for this god-forsaken family. ❜
❛ I want you to go out there tonight and sing, boy/girl. ❜
❛ I want you to sing your heart out! ❜
❛ Would you just get me the fuck out of here? ❜
❛ The only place you’re going to sing is in jail. ❜
❛ You were on the radio. ❜
❛ Are you blind? It’s a lonely tear drop! ❜
❛ Now, ain’t that cute? ❜
❛ I ain’t gettin’ no haircut! ❜
❛ That’s my little snare drum. ❜
❛ First, I must apologize for my frazzled nerves. ❜
❛ However, this afternoon we were attacked by a gang of juvenile delinquents. ❜
❛ Juvenile delinquents are everywhere. ❜
❛ Hysterectomy pants, I call them. ❜
❛ Kiss me! Kiss me hard. ❜
❛ I’ve never given a French kiss before. ❜
❛ You just open your mouth, and I open mine, and we wiggle our tongues together. ❜
❛ I won’t get mononucleosis, will I? ❜
❛ I don’t take nothing from no one! ❜
❛ Boy, do I have a story for you! ❜
❛ How does it feel to be a juvenile delinquent? ❜
❛ I’ve never been so happy in my life! ❜
❛ I wouldn’t let you shine my boots! ❜
❛ We’re gonna play some cool music for you tonight. ❜
❛ I’d kick a square’s ass for you in a minute. ❜
❛ Oh, this is the best gang my grandson could ever have! ❜
❛ There is no smoking in this courtoom. ❜
❛ I pay taxes on cigarettes, don’t I? ❜
❛ I can sing pretty good. ❜
❛ Haven’t you ever heard of the English language? ❜
❛ I’ve been saving it up for a boy/girl like you. ❜
❛ Remember, always look both ways before crossing. ❜
❛ Don’t get all worked up honey. The punk got what he deserved. ❜
❛ I had my first cigarette before I could walk. ❜
❛ But if you leave my hive you’re gonna feel my sting. ❜
❛ What a sad vision of today’s youth. ❜
❛ I see that your parents haven’t taken the trouble to come to get you. ❜
❛ Well I ain’t here ‘cause I drive too fast. ❜
❛ You’re coming with me! ❜
❛ We’ve been together ten whole years. ❜
❛ You sang with the squares, now sing with the drape! ❜
❛ They beat me and kicked me… all because I love you. ❜
❛ I don’t want to hurt you _______. ❜
❛ I love being bad cause it sure feels good. ❜
❛ Now, I can’t let the right thing stand in my way. ❜
❛ I’m too young to have a criminal past. ❜