Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on?
Will she be ready to face the real her?
A/N: I am so sorry i am posting this so late. My apologizes for the mistakes you will probably find ♥ It’s my final week of school so i hope you understand why i am posting it so late and why your requests are taking so much time. Please tell me what your opinion about the story. And i am really interested what you think would happen. Please share it with me :3 Enjoy!
“Up, down, backwards, kick. Again! Try to
attack the unprotected zones! Good, now jump, kick, that’s right. Now-”,
Steve’s commands were interrupted by the loud sound of someone being thrown
badly on the floor.
“Are you okay?”, Steve asked the victim but
didn’t give it a try to cover his smile.
“Yes, Captain. I am fine.”, Peter rose his
thumbs and tried to stand up.
“I am sorry Pete but you weren’t paying enough
attention. And I really wanted to punch you.”, (Y/N) stated as she gave a hand
to Peter in order to help him to get on his feet.
“You are getting your ass beaten up by a girl.
What a shame boy!”, Tony exclaimed. He had entered the training hall seconds
before seeing how the little witch knocked down the spider-boy.
“You are a great fighter and I have no idea if
I should be happy about it or not.”, the captain was observing (Y/N)’s
technique since they began training. For a period of two weeks it was hard for
him to predict what she was going to do. He had talked with Natasha after
seeing how the girl beaten up the famous Black Widow but Nat was amazed by her
movements as Steve, “Hydra had achieved their goals. You are better than Nat.
Well, not as they probably wanted, but still.”
Hearing the name of the organization that took
everything away from her, she almost fell again in the deep. Different feelings
were surging in her. The girl clenched fists, took a deep breath and relaxed.
After a month of training with Bruce and Wanda she was able to control her
powers somehow. She was thought how to use her rage without letting it to
overwhelm her body, mind, actions.
“What do you mean? She is amazing with cold
weapons, Rogers.”, Tony exclaimed and walked down to them, “Let’s call her The
Slicer!”, the man was too enthusiastic for the others to take him seriously.
“The Slicer? What a terrible name.”
“Take your word back captain or a new Civil War
“I like it. It makes me look dangerous.”
“You are a dangerous woman but I think it’s not
for you.”, Peter expressed his opinion, “It’s for a coldhearted killer, while
“What am I Pete?”, (Y/N) came closer to the boy
smirking and waited for his answer. She didn’t miss to spot the way he gulped
nervously and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, “You are emitting
nervousness. Why?”, the witch asked in a sweet and yet flirtatious voice, “Is
it because of me?”
“I-um.”, another gulp, “No, yes, I mean…Argh!”,
the boy covered his face and whispered something like ‘How can you be so
why are you here?”, Steve suddenly asked Tony.
“Maybe because this building is all mine and I
want to roam through it.”
The girl laughed, Steve gave an eye roll while
Peter relaxed when the subject was changed and it took (Y/N)’s attention.
“Okay, okay. Stop that look! It makes me want
to punch you in your perfect face.”. Tony stated and then continued, “I and
Thor decided to throw a party so be ready in eight.”
“What?! A party ?! Why?”, Peter asked all of a
“Because my little kid you need to know how to
have fun in your life. It’s not only the thick books you stuck your nose
into.”, and with that the famous genius, billionaire, playboy and
philanthropist man exited the room.
“Well we have like 5 hours until the party.
Let’s continue working.”, (Y/N) suggested. It was her way to reduce the
feelings inside her. They were all going
out and in the end of the exercises she felt much relaxed and calmed although
her body was a little exhausted.
“Oh you continue. I am worn out so I will take
“I thought you were a durable boy, Parker.”,
the girl smirked as she saw the boy turning around immediately.
“But you got exhausted just from some slight
punches.”, the witch came closer to the boy not breaking eye contact again.
“I might be not showing my full potential only
because I don’t want to hurt you.”, at this time the teenagers were both
smirking while Steve was looking with interest what was about to happen.
“Don’t spare me Spider-boy. Show me your super
strength and you’ll see I can bear it.”
“If you are asking so politely. But don’t you
dare complain after that your body is aching.”
“Oh, the sexual tense between the two of you
has filled the whole room.”, Nat spoken. The witch and the spider-boy separated
from each other looking away, “Don’t act as though you were shy. If it wasn’t
in the training room someone would think you were about to break the bed.”
“Will you guys stop interrupting our
training!?”, the girl asked in annoyance. The Avengers kept coming and if
another one had showed up he could had possibly ended in the medical wing.
“Yeah, if you were actually training.”, (Y/N)
gave the redhead an eye roll and waited for her answer. For one month she got
used to all the teasing and jokes the heroes like to share between them, “You
must spent less time with Wanda and Stark. However, I am here for the party. I
assume Tony have told you so. Would you like to go with Wanda to buy a dress or
“Shopping isn’t my thing and Will. Never. Be.”
“You were my only hope. Now I have to go to the
shops.”, agent Romanoff looked like a small child whose mother just had told
him she would not by him the toy he wanted.
“Sorry Nat. Oh, if you like something could you
take it for me?”
“Yes, but you will owe me!”, Nat declared as
she exited the room.
“That was a big mistake, (Y/N).”, the
teenagers’ trainer for today stated out loud, “Anyone who have owed her
something hasn’t ended good.”
“I will find a way to trick her.”, the girl
gave a smile to the captain and the three of them continued working out. (Y/N)
was without a doubt the best of them all, even the captain, but Peter managed
to beat her five times which was a great success.
“Don’t hurt them!”,
she screamed, “Mummy! Daddy! I am here! We will get out of here!”
“They can’t hear you.”
“What do you want from
“Show me your powers.
“I-I can’t! Don’t you
understand, I CAN’T!”, she shouted, tears rolling down her face. She didn’t
want to lose them, not now.
“You don’t give us
another option. Enjoy the show.”
Screams filled the
room but this time an explosion didn’t happen. Instead the girl stayed in the
room looking at her dead parents on the floor.
‘It’s your fault! It’s
your fault! IT’S YOUR FAULT!’, the voices filled the small place she was locked
into. They were shouting and screaming in agony.
“Please stop! Stop! I
did what I could to save you!”, but with each word spoken the voices became
louder and louder deadening the girl’s obeys,
“IT IS YOUR FAULT WE
ARE DEAD!”, her parents’ voices kept screaming and filling the room while the
girl crouched in the corner of the room whispering:
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!
I did all I could”
“YOU ARE THE ONE WHO
KILLED US! YOUR HANDS ARE COVERED IN OUR BLOOD, YOU FILTHY SPAWN!”
(Y/N) woke up from her nightmare breathing heavily.
Since day one she kept dreaming the same thing every night. This time it wasn’t
different. She continues seeing her parents dying and blaming her for it. At
first she started believing them but after Wanda had seen her dream by accident
everything changed. (Y/N) did her best to believe Wanda’s words that she wasn’t
guilty, that Hydra had manipulated her in order to get what they wanted but
something deep inside her was still feeling it was her fault. She had to be
better and they could have lived till today.
The witch looked at the clock next to her bed.
It was 6:30pm. She had an hour and half until the party. She stood up and went
straight to the bathroom. The water was hot, slightly burning her skin but the
girl didn’t minded. She liked it, the mist that caused her to breathe hard, the
water that relaxed her body. (Y/N) wanted to stay there longer and to wash all
the stress away but the time was flying. After brushing her teeth and putting
underwear on she went back to her room. As she entered it someone did the same
from the other door. With no surprise, it was Peter.
“(Y/N) are you- Oh mu gosh!”, as he entered in
a hurry he fastened to spin around.
“Tell me, Parker…are your spider senses telling
you when I am half or fully naked so you can enter in that moment?
“This time I knocked!”, the boy tried to
protect himself, “You didn’t answer so I decided to check out what is going
“Only to be sure I am okay?”
“I know it sounds stupid but I care about you
and-”, and all of a sudden he shut up with eyes wide opened. (Y/N) blushed at
his words but tried to cover it so he would not see it.
“I am flattered you wanna make sure I’m alright
but I can handle myself, Parker.”, the girl gave Peter a smile.
“Yeah, okay, I will leave now.”
“What?”, the boy was surprised (Y/N) didn’t
want him to leave after he saw her half naked for one god knew what time in a
“I have problems with what to wear tonight.
Would you stay and help me choose?”
This time both blushed and smiled. Peter
accepted and closed the door. He sat on the bed looking at the beautiful girl
in front of him. He scanned her body with only one look and gulped in
nervousness. She was gorgeous and not only because of her appearance. The girl
was a complex character. Once she was confident and sarcastic, other times shy
and insecure, on training she was like a killing machine when training with
Steve. At those times she scared him but he knew that she was just a broken
porcelain doll that would never be repaired and look the same as before. But
Peter wanted to be the strength holding all the pieces together. The one being
her anchor, to help her get through all of this and to show she wasn’t alone.
There was a person that cared and he wanted the girl to understand it. Peter
wished to show her all the things she missed – the happiness, the games
everyone plays as s child, the feelings of having a first love and the
butterflies you feel in your stomach when you kiss, the moments when you cry
from joy, laughing, bliss. He wanted not only to make her feel the good part of
life but to feel all the things with her. The boy wanted to make this girl
happy and to be the reason she was smiling. And when she smiled form heart at
his jokes or stupidity he smiled too.
On the other hand, as the boy was looking at
(Y/N) with something like love she felt insecure. When he had entered the room
she spoke from annoyance but now she finally understood she was just in her
underwear in front of a boy she asked to stay and help her. The girl bit her
lip and turned around facing the wardrobe. She opened it and hurried to take
the first clothes that she saw. It happened to be simply jeans and tank top.
“Well, you look beautiful in them I have seen
but they are too ordinary for the event.”
“What about this one?”, (Y/N) showed the boy a
“It might work but what would you put on top?”
The witch grabbed almost all of the clothes
that were in the wardrobe and began dressing. Peter rejected the combinations
thinking it wasn’t for the situation or that the clothes weren’t fitting right.
“It’s 7:45 and I still have no idea what to put
on me!”, (Y/N) sat next to the boy and was about to cry. He tried to calm her
down but no boy knows the feeling of having a full wardrobe and no clothes to
wear. It was despairing. As Pete was about to say something someone knocked on
the door. (Y/N) stood up and went to open it. There was Wanda holding three
bags in her hands.
“This is for you. I am sorry I am bringing them
so late but put them on and come downstairs with Peter. Don’t be late!”
(Y/N) was surprised when Wanda mentioned Peter
but it was probably one of her powers that showed her the teenagers were both
in the room.
The girl opened the bags. In the first one she
found just the perfect outfit, in the second she found some jewelry and in the
third one there was a suit for Peter.
“This one is for you.”, (Y/N) handed the boy
“What? Really? Why would they buy a suit for
“I don’t care. Go to the bathroom and put it
on. I want to see in something different than jeans ash shirt or your spider
“Okay, okay. I am going! No need to rush me.”,
the boy smiled as he entered the bathroom where he began changing. (Y/N)
hurried to change too although she had nothing to be ashamed of. She spent an
hour half naked in front of Peter…why was she now feeling insecure? However the
girl put the clothes on and looked at the mirror. She was wearing a black tight
skirt that ended some centimeters above her knees. The top was short, simple
and shower the upper part of her stomach. The way it outlined her curves made
the girl look at herself from another angle. For the first time in her life she
felt beautiful just because of some clothes. As she finished putting the
necklace on, Peter came in the room in his suit. He was trying to put his tie
on but with no result.
“Will you help me?”, Peter asked innocently.
“Yeah.”, (Y/N) murmured after some seconds as
she took some time to observe him, “But I don’t think it is necessary.”, as she
came closer she took the tie away and removed the black top of the suit. Now he
was standing only in his trousers and white shirt that had the top buttons
“You look hot.” , they both looked at each
other with wide eyes. Thanks God, she said only this not how she wanted to kiss
him right now and bury her hands in his messy hair.
“Thanks.”, Peter smirked as he took his time to
observe the girl in front of him, “But I am afraid you are overshadowing me.
You are just stunning in this outfit.”, the girl smiled brightly and looked at
Peter who was grinning too, “Shall we?”, her offered his hand.
“Let’s go to the party.”, the witch took his
hand and they both went downstairs where they could hear the loud music and
Name: Not to the Sickbay you say? Pairing: Bones x Reader Summary: the reader is on a mission with Kirk and gets badly hurt. However, she refuses to go tot he sickbay, so Kirk slowly realizes that she got a huge crush on Bones, so he decides to help the two idiots.
You always knew that Monday was not your lucky day, but today was special - since the very moment when you woke up (and found Sulu’s crazy plant in your shoes) your day has been getting worse, and a huge stone falling on your hip during a two-men mission was only a logical continuation of the day.
“Y/N, you are an incredibly lucky person,” Kirk sits down by your side, injecting you with a strong painkiller. “If you made a hundred more meters in any direction, the Enterprise would be able to beam us up, but… Here we are.”
“I am sorry, captain,” you mumble, and Kirk sighs, taking a communicator out. “W-what are you doing?”
“Asking our lovely doctor to come and cut your leg off, of course. Y/N, I simple will call McCoy and ask him to get here, so that he can fix your leg immediately after I cut the stone. He said that’s how I should do it, plus it’s the only way you will keep your leg after we are done.”
“Could you… could you ask anyone but Doctor McCoy to come?” you ask quietly, and Kirk closes his communicator, quite interested in what you have to say.
“Now, what did Bones do? He wasn’t mean on purpose, you know. It’s just his personality,” you shake your head, and Kirk keeps guessing. “Afraid of him? Y/N, he is probably the sweetest person on the whole ship. No?” you shake our head again, feeling how the stone starts pressing more on the legs and stomach. “Y/N, if you don’t have a reason serious enough, I will call him immediately. I am only allowed to get up to three people on the planet, and Bones is probably the only one who can properly deal with everything that is wrong with you right now,” you stay quiet. “Oh, you couldn’t fall for him, could you?!” and you blush so hard, Kirk start laughing, so proud of his deduction skills. “You actually fell for Bones? That’s why all the complications?” you stay quiet, but still blushing. “Can I call the Sickbay now?”
“Anyone but McCoy,” you murmur, and Kirk waves his hand at you, amused by the romantic feelings that his friend could provoke in anyone. “Captain, please!”
“Mister Spock, we need medical assistance down here… No, I am fine… Yes, send the doctor as soon as possible,” Kirk closes the communicator and looks at you. “How did you manage?”
“Well, I am an extremely lucky person,” you grin.
“You bet you are,” McCoy enters the ‘cave’ and sighs at your ‘comfortable’ position. “Jim, you have to take care of your team, not murder them.”
“Holy shit,” you whisper and look at Kirk, trying to retell how much you hate him right now, but Jim simply shrugs his shoulders, as if saying ‘not my fault, I asked them to send a doctor.’
“I haven’t even started, Y/N, stay down and breathe deeply,” Bones kneels next to you and quickly checks your pulse and overall health. “Yeah, Jim, she is alright, just lift the stone, and I’ll take care of the bones.”
“What’s wrong with the bones?”
“Oh, they are simply crushed. If I do not block the flow of blood as soon as captain takes the weight off, the pieces may very well end up in very, very bad places,” McCoy sighs again. “How did you even manage?”
“She is an extremely lucky person,” Kirk answers for you and raises his phaser, ready to vanish the rock. “Ready?”
“Sure,” Bones takes your hand, allowing for you to grab his sleeve, squeezing it as hard as possible, as the weight disappears, and the painkillers magically stop working, almost murdering you with the pain. “Shh,” Bones quickly injects you with something, stroking your forehead with a free hand. “It’s ok. Let me take a look now,” he frees his hands and cuts your uniform to get access to the injury, then whistles, looking back at your face.
“That bad?” he nods quietly. “Fixable?”
“Yes,” he starts quickly covering the injury with some sticky glue, then quickly attaches a small blinking mechanism to your hips, which quickly expanded and locked your legs in the same position. “Do not move.”
“I was going to go for a run,” you murmur, and Bones grins, appreciating your attitude, then quickly strokes your forehead with his thumb.
“We have to get back on board,” Kirk interrupts you, and McCoy agrees, as they both carefully lift you and carry out of the cave.
“All I had to do to get two people carry me around is get hurt,” you joke. “If only I knew about it before the mission.”
“Three to beam up,” Kirk says loudly, as Bones makes you stand up next to him, so that he holds you with both hands in order for you not to fall down.
“On scale from one to ten, how much does it hurt?” he asks you quietly, trying to almost lift you of the ground, to reduce the weight on the legs.
“About six,” you murmur, your hands wrapped around his shoulders.
“That’s good… I mean, it’s bad that it hurts, but good that it’s not ten,” you laugh, and Bones flinches, as your breath tickles his neck. “Sorry.”
“That’s… That’s alright,” McCoy tightens his grip on your waist, as you get transported on the Enterprise, and a second later, the medical team helps you get down on the stretcher, and they rush to the Sickbay.
“Why the rush?”
“Because I gave you a very strong sedative, so you wouldn’t feel it even if I cut your legs off… Which is literally happening right now,” quickly answers Bones. “I also blocked the flow of blood, so that the bone pieces as well as the possible virus do not enter the intestines…”
“Sounds sweet,” you answer, already terrified of dying. Bones takes your hand and strokes your palm.
“Y/N. It will be fine. I am not letting you lose your legs. I am doctor, this is my job. Clear?” you nod quickly, as you get to the Sickbay, and the team helps you get on the bed, and McCoy is about to sedate you.
“Doctor,” you look him in the eye. “Will I be ok?”
“You will be great,” he answers calmly. “All you should do is trust me,” he covers your face with the mask and starts the countdown until you fall asleep. “I got your back.”
You woke up two days laters, you legs tied together and hanging in the air.
“Look who’s back,” McCoy takes a look at you and smiles. “How are we feeling?”
“Painfully alive,” you answer, as Bones takes the readings from the apparatus and smiles at you.
“Before you ask. You will walk again,” you smile happily.
“Thank you, doctor,” you pretend to try to kneel, and he giggles.
“I will need you to come in at least twice a week, so that I can clear you to get back on duty, but I did talk to captain about you. He agreed to let you stay off duty for a few weeks, so you will stay in Sickbay and help me,” you grin, trying not to show how happy you are to be there (and you also realize that Kirk probably is doing that solely because he knows about your crush).
“Doctor McCoy, if you want me to spend more time here, all you have to do is ask,” Bones smiles again, quickly pats you on the shoulder, then heads out of the room, mumbling something about the job.
“Get better there,” you rest your head on the pillow and sigh, realizing that the following few weeks will be hard. And painful. And full of your hopeless and bad flirting, hidden in sarcasm and endless blushing.
inspired by that @pansexualriphunter post : “at some point after rip is rip again but before he’s actually allowed out of the medbay (they gotta make sure he’s healthy or whatever) someone takes the jumpship back to 2017 and raids a local party city (see: pays for the goods provided, thank you very much) and so when rip goes to the bridge for the first time in a while he’s greeted by cake and a banner that says “congrats on not being dead!” and there are balloons and its a pure moment.”
Rip found comfort in knowing that, despite his absence, his team was
still as confusing and exasperating as ever.
Obviously, things hadn’t gone back to the way it was before New York –
seeing as there were two new members that he didn’t know. Amaya, he knew from
the short time he had spent with the JSA and the few History courses that he
remembered. Nate Heywood was another
story, though. He had recognized his name and had made the connection to Henry,
but Rip had no recollection of his grandson gaining powers. Which was something
he intended to discuss about with Sara as soon as he was allowed of the medbay.
To say he wasn’t surprised when Ray cornered him on his way out would be an
understatement. His too-wide grin alarmed him, though.
What I mean:
I am not fine. Captain Swan got engaged and it was the best and worst moment ever. And it's not perfect and yet it's amazing at the same time because of the push and pull of the characters wants and needs. Emma is all primed for her perfect fairytale proposal and all Killian wants is to give her her hearts desire so of course he drops to his knee and says the words and it's wonderful right up until you see him realize and remember that he still has to come clean with her. And it's so reminiscent of The Apprentice where they gave us this perfect date and goodnight kiss but it wasn't perfect because we don't get to have nice things. And I like that they are managing to have this complication even in the midst of their HE because love is complicated (not "I killed your grandfather" complicated but still) I like that Captain Swan is not predictable and that the obstacles always make them stronger. But also I want Killian to do the right thing. And I feel so much for these two and I honestly how could they just sandwich THAT in between everything? I thought we would have some kind of promotion about it. And oh man the Convention next weekend is going to be nuts and will the two of them be telling everyone??? See now I am wondering about all of that. I need sleep.
If you could write a prompt about Cheiloproclitic, with Spock being in love with Jim's lips that would be amazing!
Spock x Kirk + Cheiloproclitic – Being attracted to someone’s lips. A/N: I don’t think you dudes understand how much I love my space bfs like it hurts my heart.
Spock wants to act like he’s listening to Jim orders, but he’s not. He’s often able to suppress the emotion he has for the Captain, but at this moment he doesn’t care. Jim is giving, which seem like very important orders, while Spock with watching his lips. They occasionally rub together as he struggles for the right words, and Spock can’t deny the way his chest tightens when Jim’s tongue sweeps across his bottom lip.
And on top of that, Jim is obviously stressed, and the pen he’s occasionally chewing on isn’t helping Spock’s focus. Jim’s lips just look so soft, and kissable and Spock is resisting every urge to just see how soft they are.
“Everyone understand?” Jim’s voice, followed by a clap is loud enough to break Spock from his daze as he follows in suit by agreeing like the rest of the crew. Jim eyes catch Spock’s uneasy state as the rest of the crew heads to their posts. “Spock, you alright?” He asks, placing a comforting hand on Spock’s shoulder.
“I am perfectly fine Captain.” Spock manages while Uhura snickers.
“Good, couldn’t run the Enterprise without my best first officer.”
“Thank you Captain, although you couldn’t run the ship without any of us consideri–”
“Spock, just take the compliment.” Jim laughs before reassuringly squeezing Spock’s shoulder. Spock stammers for an answer, before deciding a nod will suffice. He watches as Jim heads back to his chair before he turning to Uhura.
“You didn’t hear a thing Kirk said did you?” She interrupts with a giggle.
“No I did not.”
“And you want me to fill you in?”
“Yes, I would.” Spock’s head hangs in shame while Uhura shoves him playfully.
“Well c’mon lover boy, we’re preparing for an attack.”
early days Obi/Rex because I too am in the rare-pair boat @myurbandream (you know what they say about rare pairs, sometimes you just got to write ‘em yourself ;) ) also tagging @norcumi because reasons
being trans has impacted, often negatively, every part of my existence. its completely vital to who i am as a human being, to how i exist in this world and i will not allow it to be erased or undermined.
I used to have MANY of them, as in a laundry list, but over the course of years playing, I have just simply come to the conclusion that I am a jaded and bitter bitch. I’ve let plenty of them go, but a few still remain, especially when it comes to the tumblr/wow community.
I find it extremely ironic and almost funny when people bitch, whine and complain about only ever getting solicited for ERP/Shipping when they LITERALLY only ever post about it. If I go to your tumblr page and 90% of it is HARD CORE PORN (and I’m not talking NSFW side blogs) and then your call out post saying ‘Waaaaaah…. nobody takes my RP seriously”…. Bro, I have no sympathy. Try developing a story beyond who your character is banging. Don’t get wrong, I have my ships… I love my ships, I am a damned fine captain…but if you’re going to complain because the tumblr/wow universe sees your character as a fucktoy because that’s all you post… man you reap what you sow. It may sound cruel, but my tolerance for that sort of nonsense is just..non-existent.
In that same vein…. THIRSTY BITCHES (this applies to any/all genders). I get that people want a meaningful storyline with someone long term. I am endlessly blessed to have @santhoril as my writing partner, and I totally get that I am spoiled rotten by him. But, when I watch someone literally throw their OCs at someone, only to ditch the RP because they can’t sleep with them? Oooooh boy, that’s a surefire way to rustle my jimmies. I have seen this happen to COUNTLESS friends of mine, and it infuriates me every. single. time. Then almost immediately after, they post that RP prompt about ‘Reblog if your character wants meaningful friendships and not just the D & V” I just roll my eyes. If people took half the time to find out about a character’s backstory instead of just seeing a hot FC and saying (my assumption) ‘Oh shit, they’re hot… I need to tap that’ the community as a whole would be much more in depth and vivid.
I -love- roleplay. Friendships, hateships, battle, exploration, random encounters out in the world? GIVE IT ALL TO ME. When it becomes obvious the only thing you are after is a quick wank session to some ERP, I’m out. Do I roleplay it? In a way… I tend to be the ‘be non descrip and wax poetic about feels and inner monologues’ and fade to black sort, not the ‘explicit thrusting’ sort. To each their own, I don’t judge cause the ERP is there, but I won’t have my carefully thought out OC’s reduced to a bang session. I just won’t do it.
On a personal note, I -really- hate when people say I’m intimidating. It generally makes me feel like shit, and not want to roleplay at all. I’m a super nerd who will gush for HOURS about the smallest detail. I go out of my way to read TRPs and often compliment ones I find amazing. I love reading everyone’s stories that are put out for the world to see, and I admire that… because I have serious trouble doing it. Yet, on about a weekly basis.. .someone sends me an anon saying I’m intimidating to play with, and that sucks. I wish I could fix it… but its just something I’ve come to deal with. In some ways if affects my want to initiate roleplay, because I worry constantly that I come off as some sort of uber bitch. I wish I could understand it, I really do…
Whew, now that I’ve pretty much confirmed I’m an uber bitch… I’m gunna go crawl back into my corner and hide out with my coffee.
<3 Thank you for the ask… Sorry if its… too much :)
Y/N was waiting patiently for Director Fury in a boardroom in the tower. She was hoping that he would arrive soon because all she could think about was Steve and what happened last night. She was pulled from her thoughts when Nick walked in.
“Agent Y/L/N, Agent Hill told me you wanted
to see me. Is there something wrong?” Nick Fury walked over and sat in the chair across from her.
“No Sir, everything is fine. I wanted to
talk to you about rejoining the team. I think it’s time I ‘stop hiding in the
basement’ and put my talents to good use.” She said quoting his famous
line he used on her all the time.
“Why the sudden change of heart?” He
asked her taking a seat beside her.
“I’m going to level with you Director Fury,
I need a change. I’m sick of hiding and I need to blow off some steam. I have
maintained my physical training every day and I have been vigilant with my
weapons training. You have assured me that my family will remain safe and taken
care of so I won’t have to worry about that. There is nothing holding me
Killian breaks off guiltily, halfway through showing Henry a really solid move to parry, deflect, and then stab your blackguard adversary through the belly (best way to ensure he dies slow, he had informed the suspiciously wide-eyed lad) to whirl around and see Emma watching them with a smile that, as sheriff and as mother, she’s legally obligated to bite down on. He wipes his forehead; the thirteen-year-old is putting the three-hundred-year-old through his paces, not that he’d admit it, and smiles brightly. “Swan! I didn’t see you there!”
“Clearly,” Emma says, crossing her arms and doing her best to affect disapproval. It would work better if she wasn’t wearing that new jacket of hers, the one she has started wearing alongside her red one. She hasn’t said so, but Killian gets the feeling it’s because it looks so much like his. That she doesn’t need to wear her armor alone anymore. She can wear him, because he’s her armor. Both of them are. “Even in fairytale town, there are truancy rules, you two.”
“Sorry, Mom.” Henry looks sheepish. “You know, after we watched Pirates of the Caribbean last night and Killian couldn’t stop commenting –”
“All I said was that Jack Sparrow fights like a drunken windmill and would be dead twice in any proper battle, and he doesn’t wear eyeliner nearly as well as I do – “
“Yes, we heard,” Emma says wryly. “Several times.”
“Anyway,” Henry interrupts. “This morning while you were at Archie’s, I just said that if he didn’t like it, he should show me how while we were waiting for the bus, and…” He shuffles his feet. “I was going, I promise.”
“Oh, fine.” Emma can’t keep the disapproval up for long. She steps toward Henry and holds out her hand for the stick, which he gives over. She’s lucky they weren’t using real swords. “You can practice later. Now go.”
“Love you, Mom,” Henry chirps.
“That’s not going to work on me,” Emma remonstrates, even as she leans over to ruffle his hair and kiss the top of his head. “Scat.”
As she stands watching him go, she then turns around to find an equally puppy-eyed pirate, who’s not succeeding in holding back his grin. He steps forward with a coy tilt of his head. “Love you, Swan.”
“Oh, now that is…” Emma splutters, even as his arms are coming around her waist. “That is really not going to work on me.”
Commander Spock had anticipated this question. He had also anticipated the wide-eyed expression on the Captain’s face in conjunction with the apparent confusion.
Which was why he was more than ready to respond simply with, “Captain. If I am to enter an environment that registers lower than 1 degree Celsius in temperature, I do not dress myself.”
Approximately 3.8 seconds passed in silence sans the sharp winds surrounding them. Jim donned a heavy self-heating coat, a hat, and gloves. Spock wore similar articles; but this was in addition to a heavy wool turtleneck sweater under the jacket that made it essentially impossible to see anything below his eyes, earmuffs that were large enough to cover the tips of his ears (the point of which was indiscernible given the hat on Spock’s head), fluffy black boots, and a pair of insulated snow trousers.
“You…don’t dress yourself,” Jim repeated. The tone was flat, but it implied a question.
“I should clarify,” Spock said. “I do not bother to dress myself.”
“…Nope; still not helping.”
“Being accustomed to warm temperatures generally, Vulcans tend to overdress for cooler climates,” Spock explained. “Evidently, however, my choice of clothing is insufficient for Doctor McCoy.’
“Wait.” Jim blinked once. Twice. “Bones? Bones dressed you?”
“Indeed. He examines whether or not I am wearing enough layers by his calculations. If I am not, he adds to them. Some of these garments are, in fact, his.”
Jim grinned. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I assure you I have attempted on multiple occasions to counteract Leonard’s concern about my wardrobe to no avail. He is quite–”
As if on cue, Bones shuffled by, holding his tricorder between two mittened hands. He paused, looked at Spock, and sighed.
“Do you want hypothermia?” he mumbled, tugging the zipper of Spock’s jacket up to his nose to meet the turtleneck before walking away.
“–Stubborn,” Jim finished. He shook his head, still smiling. “So, uh…you need help moving around in that Tribble suit?”
“I am fine, Captain.”
Jim clapped him on the back. “Sure, Mister Spock.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, then turned his attention to Bones a few feet away. “Just try to remember that the more layers he makes you wear, the more he likes you.”
Spock decided it was fortunate that Jim could not see much beyond his eyes, for the slight upturn of his lips was far from a logical response to McCoy’s overt expression of emotion. Perhaps the wool sweater was indeed achieving the intended effect, for he was much warmer now.