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Tagged by Mystique26

1. You have to post these rules.
2. Each person has to share 13 things about them.
3. Answer the 13 questions asked to you and invent 13 questions the people you tag will answer.
4. Choose 13 people (If you can).
5. Go to their page and inform them that they've been tagged.
6. Not something like, "You're tagged if you read that."
7. You have to legitimately tag 13 people.
8. You can't say that you don't do tags.
9. Tag-backs ARE allowed.
10. YOU MUST MAKE A JOURNAL ENTRY. NO COMMENTS. Unless you're commenting about the actual entry.
11. You have to finish within a week. If not; you'll have to do whatever the creator tells you to. Art, RP, etc.
12. Be creative with the title. No "I've been tagged" things.
13. Cussing IS allowed.

13 facts about me:

1. I started writing when I was like 3- I was writing letters to Peter Pan.

2. Superheroes (and supervillains) are my jam. 

3. I'm pretty sure I'm physically dependent on coffee.

4. I want to be either an actress or a writer when I get older. 

5. I used to be solely Marvel, but then I watched The Flash. I now love both. 

6. I do a lot of musical theater. 

7. I have been single for three years now.

8. I spend more time in my head than I do in real life tbh. #lAME

9. Christmas and Halloween are my favorite holidays.

10. If I had one wish, it would be for a portal to travel to any fictional universe I wanted. 

11. I'm pretty sure I fantasize about actually murdering someone at least twice a day. 

12. I work in a scaregrounds every Halloween and it is something I look forward to so much.

13. As much as I may be in love with Bucky Barnes, Barry Allen and Pietro Maximoff, I am also in love with Grant Ward and Brock Rumlow. My tastes go from sweetest muffin in the world to the baddest villains ever.

Now the questions I was asked!!!

1. What is a pet peeve of yours?

When people do things to deliberately get my attention without directing it at me. 

2. If you had to dye your hair, what color would you dye it?

Dark blue and dark purple like dye my whole head, I'm down. 

3. Your favorite movie that's NOT a superhero movie?

At the moment? Van Helsing. Happy Halloween!

4. What can't you do that you wish you could?

Become an actress.

5. Do you have a favorite flower? If so, what is it?


6. Have you ever been in love, if so are you still in love with them?

Yes, I've been in love. It sucked. Do fictional characters count cause no, I'm not still in love with him. 

7. What's your favorite foreign food?

MEXICAN ALL THE WAY. Gimme some tamales any day.

8. What is the weirdest date you've ever been on? If you haven't been on a date what is the most embarrassing story you have?

Okay so there was this one time where it was an unofficial date with me and one of my really good friends (who's now actually dating my older cousin) and I got almost drunk and he got buzzed and we went drifting with some of his friends. It's probably one of my weirdest dates ever, but it was so much fun.

9. Are you a Coke or Pepsi Person?


10. The best time you had this year?

Going to Enchanted Forest and seeing someone I've had a crush on forever. It was great. Best memory ever.

11. Are you an introvert or extrovert?

I used to think I was an introvert, but I am actually an ambivert.

12. What color describes you?

That beautiful shade of reddish black that screams evil queen. 

13. Where do you want to go someday?

Either Romania or the UK, to see some of my long-distance buddies.

And my questions!!

1. What is your favorite holiday?
2. If you could have one fictional character to bring into your world, who would it be?
3. If you had a super power, what would it be?
4. What was your childhood dream?
5. Do you have a favorite beverage?
6. Would you consider yourself a hero or a villain or neutral?
7. What's your favorite kind of candy?
8. Chicken nuggets or french fries?
9. Favorite fictional character?
10. What's your favorite song?
11. What's your dream vacation? 
12. What song describes you?
13. What's your favorite TV show?

Okay finally the people I tag. You don't have to do it if you have already.

It was like you were falling, reaching out in the dark for something you knew wouldn’t reach your fingertips. Oh and this darkness was an ache, devouring you from the inside out. There was no telling whether it was pain of the heart or of the body.

It just... hurt.

And you opened your eyes. Just like that, the decision made like a snap. The ache was dulled, the gutted feeling gone. It was so bright... and you were so cold. That was normal, wasn’t it? It was supposed to be this way. There was something you needed to do but it was blurred now; nothing more than a smear in your thought. Your head was pounding, heated far too much compared to the hollow ice that encased the rest of you- somehow, you sat up anyway. Geez, this sucked. What was-


It all came back. Unexpected, sure, but that didn’t mean you’d shy away from it. Had they gotten you again? You were resting on a cot made with sterile white sheets, encased in some observation room where three of the damn walls were glass. It didn’t take a second moment for you to leap out of the bed, pressed against the glass in search of your keepers. No, no, no-

“No, no, no...”

Not again, please not again. The air was being sucked from your lungs, devastation flooding through your system like a poison.

“(Name), you’re awake!” A voice, tinged with relief and adoration. Steve! He emerged into your line of sight with a sorrow-stained smile, but you hardly noticed. You were uncontrollably laughing- maybe crying, you weren’t quite sure- as you slipped relaxed against the slim window that divided you from one of your only companions left. Steve. It was Steve. You were safe, with SHIELD.

“I’m sorry about the, ah... security measures.” He nodded to the room that kept you. “They were worried about you.” Both you and him knew that was total BS, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were dangerous. They didn’t know what HYDRA did. You were so happy to be safe, even if the cost was that you’d spend your time in here. It was probably... for the best.

It was only then that you noticed the bandages that ultimately encompassed your arms. They reached from just below your knuckles to an inch past your elbows. That was... strange.

“Oh! You were wounded when you did your little...” Steve struggled for words, leaving you bewildered. What was he-

Oh. Oh.

Right. That’s how you got out. You remembered, and you did your little... thing. It was vague, but new images were crossing your mind. The bright red as you stabbed Steve, beautiful blue eyes... Bucky.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I really didn’t mean to hurt you.” There. No more awkward fumbling. There was something you needed to know, now. “Bucky. Is he...? Did he stick around? Do you know where he is?” Please say yes.

The answer was clear before he even said a word. Guilt crossed his expression, defined by grief-stricken features. Subtle, but you were paying attention.

“No. I’m sorry. He let us take you and... disappeared.”
HYDRA didn’t take him back like they said they did. For now, that was a relief. But did they have him now? HYDRA. Ugh. Your own father. Your sister. One big black hole that was sucking in everything normal in your life; everything you loved.

And somehow, at the end of it all, you could still smile. There was hope.

“He really is honorable,” you murmured, sliding to the ground in order to sit. Steve mirrored you, a solid sign that he wasn’t going anywhere. The smile on his lips lost some of its sadness, replaced by memory. “I never really realized that the Bucky you told me about was still alive. Not after HYDRA, or the war. But he’s really in there, Steve. He’s still there, even though he’s different.”

The Avenger nodded slowly in mutual admiration. “I knew he was. That’s why I’m gonna find him. I made him a promise that I’m going to keep.”

The conversation went on. Oddly enough, you found yourself able to laugh. He told you war stories, even some about his childhood. He explained that you were actually in transit- you were both sitting on a huge boat and this was the only means of keeping you secure. They were sending you to Coulson’s team, apparently more experienced about things like this, for an evaluation. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if it was really sinking in.

Nothing felt real anymore.

“Yeah,” Steve’s humor faded quickly to a sobered tone. “We stormed the HYDRA base, but some escaped.”

“Some... meaning my father,” you concluded, smile weakening as you met his gaze. “You haven’t mentioned his apprehension. I just figured...”

“I’m sorry, (Name). I really am. There was no way of knowing.”

And there it finally came. It happened too quickly to fight, the hot burning of emotion stifling your throat. A sucked in breath as you tried to regain your bearings, only fueling the short whimper that followed. You burst into tears, unwarranted and seemingly unstoppable. There were holes in you, breaking with grief with every sob that wracked your shaking body. Everything you ever knew was a lie. You had nothing left to love. Everything was wrong and they had to keep you in a cage and you were broken and wrong and poisoned.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard the gentle murmuring of your name as strong arms scooped you into an embrace. He was there, against regulation no doubt. Steve let you cry into his chest for what seemed like forever; until the shards of reality and soul-swallowing sorrow faded into a cocoon of exhaustion and your consciousness flitted away.



She was bad off, but there was still hope. Every minute she was gone felt like an eternity in which possibilities plagued the Captain’s head. There was always a lingering fear that the sweet little scientist he knew would end up like the only person that ever really mattered to him. Bucky. Yet here she was, maintaining her sanity the best she could. Today, he’d gotten both the calm and the storm. In all honesty, it relieved him on a deeper level than it broke his heart. She was getting it out. HYDRA got her, but they didn’t destroy her. Not as far as he could see. He’d held her for almost an hour as she cried, wrapped in his jacket and pressed close to his chest. She was sleeping now, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t gonna keep near.

Steve wasn’t going to let anything happen to her. He’d made that mistake once, it wouldn’t happen again. No matter what.

Before this, he had no idea how much she meant to him.

Winter Soldier x Reader (31)
Omg guys look what I did be proud of me. I know an update has been in high demand, and it's now my goal to finish this. I'm sorry I've made you guys wait a year!! This chapter is mostly just resolution of the last battle, but I promise there is more to come!
Tagged by m'dear :artisticallystupid:

Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done.
Then repost as "I'm __% Virgin" after you are done. Lower number you have the more you've done! 

START: 100%

() Smoked.
(x) Drank alcohol.
(x) Cried when someone died.
(x) Been drunk.
(x) Had sex.
(x) Been to a concert.
() gotten/given a hand-job.
() gotten/given a blow-job.
(x) Been verbally/sexually harassed.
() Verbally/sexually harassed somebody.


() Felt someone up and/or been felt up.
(x) Laughed so hard something came out of your nose. 
(x) Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
(x) Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.
() Been to prom.
(x) Cried at school.
(x) Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.
() Went streaking.
() Given or received a lap dance.
(x) Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.


(x) Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.
(x) Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.
() Kissed a stranger.
() Hugged a stranger.
() Went scuba diving.
(x) Driven a car.
(x) Gotten an x-ray.
() Hit by a car.
(x) Had a party.
() Done serious drugs.


() Played strip poker/darts.
() Got paid to strip for someone.
() Run away from home.
() Broken a bone.
(x) Eaten sushi.
() Bought porn.
(x) Watched porn.
() Made porn.
() Had a crush on someone of the same sex.
(x) Been in love.


(x) Made Out.
(x) Laughed so hard you cried.
(x) Cried yourself to sleep.
() Laughed yourself to sleep.
() Stabbed yourself.
(x) Shot a gun
(x) Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.
(x) Been online for 9 consecutive hours.
(x) Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.
(x) Watched an animal die.


() Watched a person die.
(x) Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person in the same room.
(x) Pranked somebody.
() Put somebody in the hospital. 
Sneaked into someone's room and/or your own room after being out.
() Kissed somebody of the same sex.
(x) Dressed punk.
() Dressed goth.
(x) Dressed preppy.
() Been to a motocross race.


(x) Avoided somebody.
() Been stalked.
() Stalked someone.
() Met a celebrity. 
(x) Played an instrument.
(x) Ridden a horse.
(x) Cut yourself.
() Bungee jumped.
(x) Ding dong ditched somebody.
(x) Been to a wild party.


() Got caught stealing something.
() Kicked/punched a guy in the balls.
(x) Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.
(x) Gone out with your friend's crush.
() Gotten arrested.
() Been pregnant.
(x) Babysat.
() Been to another country.  
Set your house on fire.
(x) Had an encounter with a ghost.


() Donated your hair to cancer patients.
(x) Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by.
(x) Cried over a member of the opposite sex.
(x) Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over 3 months.
(x) Sat on your butt all day.
(x) Eaten a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.
(x) Had a job.
() Gotten cut from a sports team.
(x) Been called a whore.
() Danced like a whore.


(x) Been mistaken as older/younger than your own age.
(x) Been in a car accident. 
(x) Been told you have beautiful eyes.
(x) Been told you have beautiful hair. 
(x) Been rejected.
() Walked out of a restaurant without paying.
(x) Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.

Total: 49% virgin
No. You would never, ever admit that running away might’ve been a bad idea. Not with dad at home, cowering under his evil new wife, Wanda. It was no secret that the money-seeking witch wanted nothing less than you out of the picture.
Not like you had much time to think about it as you ran through the dark tunnels of an underground graveyard. Behind you, the sickly sweet purr of your predator echoed against the slick concrete walls.

“Run little sister, it’ll make you all the better a meal.”

A soft cry tore loose from your throat as a serpentine tendril caught hold of your ankle, sending you crashing into the wall. Your head ached upon contact and for a moment, vision failed.
You were going to die. Not even a rightful adult yet and you were Lamia food. You should’ve known you weren’t going to make it to Camp Half-Blood.

The beastly woman was on you in seconds, eagerly digging her teeth into the weak flesh of your throat. You stifled a scream, gritting your teeth as you reached into your pocket -- a pen. With a half-desperate grunt, you lodged the item into the monster’s abdomen, wincing as she roared. It deterred her for only a moment though, before she gained her bearings.

Shivers wracked your body as the effects of the bite set in. The feeling of pooling, hot liquid replaced the sting of where the lamia’s teeth were only recently tearing into your skin. Maybe the wind was knocked out of you, because you couldn’t breathe. The lamia bared her teeth, hovering over you with the intention of a predator to prey. This was it. So much for being a demi-god.

“Hey! Leave her alone!”
Stones were being thrown. Lamia let out a defensive hiss, and with no small relief, found yourself released. In the darkness, you heard your rescuer unsheathing a weapon -- a sword? With trembling hands, you pulled yourself to a stance. Lamia was going after him now.

“Watch out!” You cried, but it was too late. The child-devouring demoness had thrown the guy against the wall... in no time at all, he’d be an appetizer. Frantic, you looked around. There had to be something, anything!

“Just go!’

The moonlight. It was filtering down through a few cracks in the wall. To the gods, please let this work...
You slid your hand beneath the illuminating rays of silver light. It took every all of your being, every last bit of will, to pull forth what you needed. A word formed on your lips seemingly out of nowhere, inspired by the energy thrumming in your veins.


A terrible shriek ripped from Lamia’s throat and the tunnel was suddenly illuminated by hot flames. Not that you noticed; the world around you was spinning, darkening until you crippled to the ground. You weren’t sure how long it took your vision to fade, because the next thing you knew, your savior was right beside you.

“Whoa, whoa... can you hear me? My name’s Luke, I’ll get you out--”
The last thing you felt before drifting off was strong-built arms encircling you and pulling you into a warm embrace... the rest became a blur. One thing stuck to you though, something it didn’t seem would fade any time soon.


Luke Castellan x Reader - { Prologue }
So here's what I have owed people who wanted more of my 'Just a Bit of Fun'. 
I feel so bad, I've held all of you on hiatus for like over a year
But I am feeling Jake Abel right now, so I'm hoping I'll be able to get through this one. ^^
Almost two months on the run.
And a freaking raid got me caught?!
The figures were coming closer. They weren’t going to take me back, not a chance.
Three... two... one.
I lunged around the corner, slamming the nearest male into the store shelf.. Someone cussed and made a move for me from behind and I laid him one good blow with my elbow before the first was back on his feet.

“You’re not! Taking! Me! Back!” I roared as he mirrored my first attack, heaving my little body into the store shelf. It was vicious. His hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back as I kneed him in the gut. I hardly got a groan before I was knocked to the floor and huge, steel-gripped hands wound tightly around my neck. Shouts were heard, flashlights bobbing in the distance.
I couldn’t breathe.
The Seeker inside me was clearly dissatisfied.
I fought against the weight bearing over me. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, a last attempt at a triumph.
Then, a sweet sort of peace was taking over me. I was dying -- and taking the parasite with me.
My attacker’s grip loosened as I came to term with this fact. Then again, maybe it was my imagination.

“You’re human..” The voice was utterly surprised; and the grip disappeared entirely. My lungs took in a greedy breath despite my perilous will to die.

“No,” I choked. My vision was spiraling into black. I had to tell them... they had to know. “It’s -- It’s inside me. Kill me, don’t let it --”
I’m still not sure if I finished my sentence.

Kyle stared down at the girl beneath him, confused through and through.

“What happened?” Ian repeated. Kyle wasn’t blind; he could see the plain disapproval and judgment etched into his little brother’s face. Wanda. She’d given him a damn soft spot.

“She attacked me. But she was human.”

Jamie frowned, the sole witness to the attack. “But she said --”

“Shush, kid.”

“But she said what?” Jared cut in, assessing the frame of the girl, lying unconscious beneath a very guilty-looking Kyle.

“She said she wasn’t. That something was inside,” the boy finished. Ian’s head shot up, and he and Jared exchanged a glance.

“Get off her, Kyle. We’re taking her in.”
The eldest O’Shea was in no place to argue, as much as he may have wanted to. If there was a parasite in that girl... well, it served to say that they got lucky with Wanda. This one could be a Seeker, for all they knew. Maybe worse.
The girl was human -- in control, if there even was something in her.

“I got her,” he challenged, raising up and scooping the unconscious body into his arms. Killing parasites was easy. Every last one of them deserved what they got. There was a fighting chance for this girl, and Kyle knew when he owed rightful responsibility for his mistakes. She attacked him, thought he was one of those monsters... that alone didn’t justify knocking her cold.

“Wait.” Jared pressed forward, pulling a few light strands of hair behind the girl’s ear. Sure enough, there was a soft glow at the base of her neck. Kyle shook his head.

“She had brown eyes, Jamie saw. Didn’t you kid?” They all turned to the boy, just bordering on adolescence. Jamie seemed... puzzled. Alight with curiosity.

“Maybe she was stronger than Melanie. Maybe it’s in there, but she’s in control.” It seemed a good explanation. Jared gave the O’Shea brothers a look of absolution.

“Take her to the truck, Kyle. We’ll see what Wanda has to say.”

It was the last and first thing on my mind, like an echo of the misconception that happened just seconds ago...

No. Not seconds.

My eyes fluttered open. For a terrifying moment, I felt the Seeker rise up, clawing her way to control. It took me a good few minutes of panic and heavy breathing to shut her back down.
Finally, I felt her retreating, like a growling bear backing slowly into her cave.
Great. Now that she was out of the way -- where was I? The first thing I noticed was the ceiling. It was stone, like that of a canyon. In fact, the entire room was that way. I was in a cave, lying on a cot and swaddled in blankets. They were warm. Nice. Sunlight filtered in through cracks in the stone and I couldn’t tell whether it was contributing to noticed warmth or not.
Could it be a hideout? Underground tunnels? I thought those were Seekers at the Store. Weren’t they?

My gaze flickered to a form I almost hadn’t noticed before.

A man.

He was sleeping, snoring softly -- something I hadn’t noticed through my inward struggle. He was strikingly handsome, much to my dismay. Gold strands of hair were brushed back, glowing in the soft haze of sunlight. His features were defined, marred only by a nose that looked as if it’d been broken on more than one occasion. The thought almost made me smile -- until my eyes fell on his hands, resting loosely in his lap. Large, capable hands. The ones I was near certain had wrung around my throat.

Was he... human?

I needed to get out of here. I couldn’t be around humans, not when the Seeker could take control at any moment. Moving as silently as possible over the dirt floor, I crept to the entrance of the cave-like room. If the coast was cl-

“You’re awake. It figures Kyle wouldn’t be able to stay awake through guard duty.” The guy standing just outside the door smiled a little -- dark hair, dark eyes. Kind, but obviously wary.

“I need to go. You don’t understand,” I whispered, well are of the sleeper just inside the door. The man scoffed, though it didn’t sound mocking.

“You’re right. I don’t. But I have people who want to talk to you. So get changed.” He tossed me a bundle of clothes. “I’m Jared, by the way. The sucker in there is--”

“Kyle,” I finished, recalling the name just recently used. He was treating me weird... almost like one of them. I didn’t like it.

Five minutes later, I was following Jared through twists and turns in the canyon-esque tunnels. The set of clothes given to me were surprisingly nice replacements for my filthy old ones. Ironically, all they had laying around was a pair of booty shorts that almost didn’t fit and a button-up flannel that was way too big. It was Kyle’s, Jared explained, and laughed when I asked if I’d offend him by wearing it. ‘I hardly doubt he’d mind,’ was all the response I got.

It wasn’t that hard to maneuver or recognize when he was taking detours with the deliberation to confuse me. Again, treating me like the monster stewing in the back of my mind.
It took a good few minutes of silently following before I was taken to a small room -- faced with a group of obvious interrogators. I looked at them all in the face. The most prominent presence was an older man with a kind, self-assured smile. A young man with a striking similarity to Kyle, a pale girl with freckles and dark hair, and finally a --

I stiffened.
What the hell were they doing with one of them?

“Whoa hey,” Jared caught my elbow, careful not to set me off. My reaction probably looked bigger than it felt. “She’s with us.”
The old man’s eyebrow raised in inquisition.

“What’s your name, kid?”
Kid. I bristled at the the title.

“Andie,” I curtly replied, turning my stare on him. Just then, the Seeker was present, matching my distaste of the outcast for an entirely different reason.
I shoved her to the back of my mind, vowing to remain steadfast and myself.

“Sit down, Andie.” Still quite courteous, the man gestured to an empty seat. “M’name’s Jeb. I’m in charge of this place.”
I didn’t budge, narrowing my eyes at the parasite in the room. Jeb ignored my refusal entirely, though I felt tension from the human girl.

“So, my boy Kyle said some pretty interesting things about you.”

“Yeah? And what’d he say?” I hadn’t meant to keep the accusatory challenge in my voice. Luckily for me, it only seemed to amuse the old man more.

“Eh, nothing really. Said that you looked human, which is exactly what I see.”
A blue ring wasn’t hard to miss in brown eyes like mine, though the telltale glow seemed to disappear out of my eyes whenever the Seeker was deprived of control. If I screamed loud enough at it, I made it physically recoil -- I stood proud in that fact.

“But,” he countered, narrowing his eyes in a near-teasing manner. “The lil’ glow on the back a’ your neck says otherwise.” His words piqued the urgency that I’d nearly forgotten.

“I need to get out of here. I still don’t know where I am. You’re still safe.”
An involuntary rise of agitation tinted my cheeks with red. The Seeker’s reaction, not mine.
My answer made the situation clear.
The parasite they were harboring, almost in synchronization with the human girl, stepped forward.

“No, we can help y-”

You? Help me?” I demanded, not bothering to disguise my incredulous reaction. Jared was there, palm cupping my elbow once more. A guard dog to their pet alien.
It became painstakingly obvious that they weren’t used to cases like me.

“Now Andie, calm down.” Jeb sighed. “That there’’s Wanda. She’s a Wanderer who’s found a family here. Used to share a noggin with my niece Melanie, found Ian along the way.” He gestured to the girl, then to the blonde beside them. It was insane. They still accepted her?! I would never forgive the leeching Seeker in my head, even if death was the only alternative. I didn’t have much time to consider it, however, because Jeb was asking another question.

“So... care to tell us what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?”
I took a deep breath. Was it worth it to tell them? What would they do? Try to extract it? Kill both me and Seeker? It was unlikely that I would be allowed to stay here with the constant threat that Seeker could take over and run. Yet it was plainly registered on every face in the room that I had no choice in the matter.

“Yeah. You’re right.” I crossed my arms, leaning against the nearest wall. It was the least I could do to rest. There was no way in hell I was going to sit down and relax around strangers that could wreck my entire system.
“I was taken about a month and a half ago. My father and I... we pretended not to know what was going on. Blended in. I’m surprised we lasted as long as we did.” I lowered my head, recalling the house he’d set aflame... after letting them take me away. “My father killed himself when they tried coming for me. Since they thought I didn’t know, they put a baby monster in my head, who’d only been to one more planet before this. It lasted a week before I got myself back.”

“Do you know her name?” Wanda’s inhuman eyes were set on me.

“It’s a seeker. Said her name was Seeker River's Flame. I don’t suspect you know her?” The bitterness in my tone seemed to motivate Ian, who stepped forward. Jeb grunted, a wordless warning. I knew he couldn’t hurt me, even if he tried.

“Y’say she’s in your head?” Jeb asked, cocking his head to the side. “But not in control?”

“This is its first rodeo. It’s pretty lenient...” I hesitated before pressing on. “That doesn’t mean it can’t take control. When I get... distracted...” There was no need to continue. They could figure out the rest for themselves.

Silence hung heavy in the air for a few moments -- until Wanda spoke up again.

“May I... May I speak to her?”
Seeker’s revulsion was strong. I nearly lost my bearings, slipping against the wall as she bombarded me with attacks. I knew this routine well; she was trying to take control. Jared caught my arm, stabilizing me as black dots blinked into my vision.

“I’ll take that as a no,” I heard Wanda continue. “Jeb, we need to keep her here, it’s not--” I wasn’t mentally around for much of the rest of conversation. Whether they minded me or not, I didn’t know.

There was no way I was staying here.

A New Something - Kyle O'Shea - {Prologue}
Don't ask me what I'm doing, because I have no idea. 
I'm testing this story out, and it may or may not continue. I just know that I finished the book and I just-- <3
So much love. 
ANYWAY! This is going to be set in the movie verse, because movie verse Kyle needs his own little Sunny. 


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Uhm. I wish I could make this simple, but it would seem that my obsessions are all over the place. Goes from anime to Avengers, to Homestuck and Hannibal. Yeap. Let's wait and see what my next obsession is.

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Berjhawn Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
HAppy Birthday lovie!!!! :D
kawaiinothing Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2015
:DD Omg thank you! <3
Berjhawn Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
No problem love :D
merry-weather-gold Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2015
Happy Birthday!
kawaiinothing Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2015
Thank you! <333 That's so sweet of you. Huggle! 
scrougeofares Featured By Owner Sep 28, 2015
Happy birthday!
kawaiinothing Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2015
Oh my goodness I know this is late but thank you! <3 It means a ton that some of you have stuck with me through all the absence. xD
Heichouable Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Tag a quality deviant, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 deviants who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! Tight Hug
kawaiinothing Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2015
Omf baby. I love you toooo! <3 
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artisticallystupid Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday!! :D
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