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Hey! Would love to write with you again but your Discord username isn't working?
Oh shit, this was a throwback and I’m glad to actually respond. I think I changed my user to “The Wolf#3839″ now. I’ll be busy for the next few weeks but can totally be added and I’ll respond and such!
[UPDATE AND INFORMATION ABOUT THIS ACCOUNT]
So I’ve been completely AWOL due to a surplus of reason. I’d like to apologize to those that were waiting for replies but never got them or RP Blogs that followed in the hopes of writing with me
I’ve seen moved onto Discord as during my times out, it was easier to contact me and write there than it was here.
What happened? Well, my job took me to a place that involved quite a bit of stress and I bet you’re thinking, “What kind of stress could this Bee Person even be talking about?” On a daily basis there, I followed a strict schedule of waking up early, conducting exercises, and then staring out at the Sand - all the while doing preparatory school work and other ticket items.
Now, I did not completely stop Roleplaying, I may soon discontinue roleplaying here.
If you’re interested in writing with me still, you can contact me through my Discord: The Breezy Bee#3839 as it is the only contact I use on a daily basis. Otherwise, I bid you farewell and perhaps I’ll come! Until then, goodluck all!
Si vis pacem, para bellum. If you want peace, prepare for war.
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Jennifer was in the middle of taking a sip from her glass of wine as Frank made his suggestion. Causing her to choke on the sweet drink. Coughing for a few moments she patted her mouth with her napkin and reached for a glass of water instead as she couldn’t help but grin at him.
“Uh, I’m not opposed to a little ‘Netflix and Chillin’ but it’s a more grown up version of just hanging out, you know, a little more naked and a little more fun.” She decided to inform him, save him from any future embarassement if he ever made the suggestion to a friend.
Just as she explained, Frank had an expression of surprise. Turns out he was set up and he was trying not to show how embarrassed he was about the situation. He covered his lips and looked down.
“I--... Well, as I’m not opposed to that either, I just thought it was literally just that. I wouldn’t have thought you’d want to end the night with-- Well, maybe I’m over thinking it.” The man said as he ran his hand through his hair and chuckled softly. “I would’ve asked if you’d want coffee if I had that planned out.” An honest mistake from a man without a touch of modern reality.
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“Rest,” Bishop said softly, repeating it and making it a directive. He stood up when they could, standing up before beginning to pull his armor off. He began to pull the metal from his body, setting everything aside and properly. He kept his pistol in reach, pulling one from the holster before setting it onto the bedstand. Soon, he came down onto the bed.
He didn’t want to sleep but he did want to lay down. “We… We’re going to have to get moving sometime soon. We have to arm Rehlaa with a blaster too. Teach her how to use it and all the rest of it. Something… Something small, enough for her tiny hands to work.”
Alina put something mindless onto the tv screen before she settled down beside him. She carefully rested her head on his chest as she wrapped an arm over his waist; making sure he was comfortable with that form of comfort. If he didn’t want her to touch him then she would move, but she at least thought that touch would help ground him to reality.
“We’ll worry about that in a few hours, Kyramund. I promise, we will sort it out.” She speaks softly, glancing up at him as relaxes a bit into his arms. “A few hours, then we can figure out getting her a blaster and how we’re getting to the nearest space port.”
“Alright,” The man murmured softly as he kept hold of Alina. The man relaxed and tightened his eyes for a moment, letting his body relax against her until he eventually nuzzled into her neck.
Another minute passed and he’s basically snaked his limbs around her and began to snore softly against her neck. He didn’t know but it was as addictive as smoking Death Sticks. Just her smell, her touch, just made him a little boy in a world of adults again.
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“I’m more upset that someone, especially someone I know, looks at you the same way I look at you. I can’t allow him to… Well, he has to know you and I will stay as one and never break.” The man said, pulling her close before pressing a hard kiss on her cheek before letting out an exaggerated ‘muah’ sound.
“The woman’s a Separatist - though I wouldn’t doubt she would make a deal with the Empire, either. I like to think that perhaps Bishop wouldn’t trust anyone with the audacity to do anything of the sort.”
More so, Frank’s fault was that he trusted in people he thought his friends - his family.
“Kal trusts us but… You’re right. Turmoil will brew and we can’t afford to split us up. We’ll have to play it smart, spy on her, get one of the kids - maybe Bee in the small operation, yeah? Maybe get dirt on this Elayza person.”
Despite the circumstances, despite the anger and the worry inside of her, a childish laugh left her lips as Frank made the exaggerated kiss. She hummed slightly and leaned her head against his chest plate and held him close. “I am yours, and only yours, Frank. He will move on in his own time, we just need to help him out of this situation so then he can do so properly.” The words are a promise to Frank, that no matter what she would still be by his side as his wife and as his Captain, through thick and thin.
“Well figure something out. Though finding dirt would be pleasurable.” Alina promises as she pulls away slightly, “Come on, I remember someone mentioning multiple targets heading towards us that I don’t think Kal talked about in the meeting. Want to investigate?” She cocked her head to the side.
It reminded her of their earlier missions, the ones that got them into trouble a lot but missions she would never trade for the world.
“Mand’alor knows I wouldn’t... I’d rather take you to bed and bend you over to make sure you remember who’s really the best around... But I suppose we should,” Frank said, kissing her cheek and nodding.
It was simple, Frank had a job, so things’ll play out as they wait. The Mandalorian kept his helmet close, already guiding his lovely wife to the world of battlements and such. Stopping just as one of the Sergeants.
“Report,” Frank commanded, setting his helmet down.
“We’re tracking what seems to be two signals, not too sure what type of signal it is. Seems to be a scouting or a sniper team due east and it’s heading our way. Not taking a proper route, meaning they may know where we’re at.”
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All of Bear Claw was studying everything the Commander gave them, Bishop being to her side and cross armed - having read the reports, the plan a million times over. He stepped forward after the Commander, giving his own words of wisdom.
“A few parting words,” Bishop spoke up finally, “If your officers’ dead and sergeants look while, remember it’s ruin to run from the fight!” The man began, causing his men to straighten up and take part of the chant and cadence.
“So take open order, lie down, and sight tight, and wait for orders like a soldier! Wait, wait, wait like a soldier! And when you’re on Geonosian plains, and the bugs eat up what remains, jest up your rifle, and blow out your brains! An’ go to your Pod like a soldier! Go, go, go like a soldier! Die like a soldier!”
“Agol!” Bishop screamed.
“Hoorah!” The men screamed and already, they were pumped and ready for this mission.
That left Bishop and Alina now that the soldiers began to move to their quarters and staging areas, allowing him to take a look at the plans before them. “This is going to be fun.”
Alina kept her eyes watchful on the men under her command. A swell of pride filled her as they all maneuvered to the small ships they would be boarding. Alina was to lead the one ship while Bishop was to lead the other ship. It would make splitting up easier and she trusted Bishop to be able to lead the men without getting any of them killed on his team.
She laughed at his comment, “If you believe combat is fun, then sure I’ll agree with you. Do you understand the plan? Any questions you want to ask before we drop down at the points of interest?” She asked, one more time before they were getting prepared to head out.
A set of nerves began to settle into her stomach, like before starting any mission. It was normal for her, but a part of her was feeling confident. Especially knowing that the men were feeling confident themselves. “I trust that this mission will go well.” The words were more so to reassure herself.
Bishop settled in, not a hit of nervousness on his body and it was truthful. The man’s only real nervousness was whenever the Commander and he share moments that weren’t in the norm. He’s bred for this, he was ready, and a living weapon. “How’s dinner sound after this? Call it-- An Officer’s celebration?” He asked, covering his comms.
The men were ready, not having heard the fact that he may have accidentally called her into a date. The men were blabbering on about everything.
“Shield’s up, check.”
“Weapon’s up, check.”
“Stealth Jammers, check!”
“Pasta in a canister, ch--”
“Knock it off, Pasta.”
“Ration, check... Di’kut.”
The men settled in, a few doing their customary things like handshakes, checking their blasters, sealing their armor.
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Well, the man truly was a witty person - and she enjoyed it. He wasn’t a Frank Castle and she actually appreciated it. Frank was blunt, perhaps a little too blunt, too hard set on things that he shouldn’t have to be so hard set about. I was what it was.
“So, what you’re saying is,” Rachael said with a lift her her hand. “You and I can control magic? Meaning I can, in theory, and practice, can lift up my glass and bring it up to my lips without even having to touch it? Because… That’d be a neat little trick.” A smug grin came on Rachael’s lips as she leaned back and crossed her arms with a tilt of her head, her fire red hair tilting to one shoulder as she eyed the man for a moment.
“So how magical do you think I am?” A little euphemism. She was a Marine and just because she was, well, a woman, didn’t mean she couldn’t call up stupid innuendos like such. It’s what most of this was, anyhow. It was for fun and if fun turned into something more then it is what it is.
“Maybe show me some of your magic?” Both meanings. She was curious.
The corner of his lip twitches upwards at her hypothetical. Yet he isn’t surprised that the notion is the first thing she thinks of. “You know, most would be more concerned with other things then knowing how to lift a glass of beer to your lips with magic.” Yet a laugh is still at the back of his throat as he leans back in his seat, starting to feel a bit more at ease around Rachel.
“Hypothetically, yes, but it is not as simple as that. Most never reach that potential of being able to access magic. It requires a lot of skill and practice, patience especially.” He returns her head tilt with on of his own, eyeing the woman as he tries to figure out what her game is. He definitely picked up on the hidden meanings―living in a world outside of academia made him more aware of the double meanings people so often used.
“Depends on what you want to see, Rachel.” He offers his own hidden meanings back. He wasn’t sure if sex was something that he’d partake in now, not that he had never done it before. Sex after the first date isn’t necessarily always his preference.
Rachel smiled at his quip back and leaned back, crossing her arms, “Anything and everything all at the same time. But,” she paused, “After you teach me a thing or three. I’m actually interested. So, magic, if that’s really what we’re calling it, can be tapped by anyone in this living world. So, in theory, that means animals like dogs and cats can harness it?”
More so her wondering if she could make Loot do a stupid trick. Cranky, Ol’ Frank, constantly gushing over the fucking Coyote that was dumped in her apartment a few weeks ago. She wanted to see if she could teach Loot how to make a sandwich for the man.
Lord knows someone needs to mother him.
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“Many men wish death on me but I won’t cry over it. They haven’t had the proper chance to and they never will.” A sigh came over Frank’s lips as he watched her eyes begin to close and shake. “I… I’m sorry about your parents, Maddie. But trust me, alright? I’m not dying. Not by their hands, not until I’m old and… Well, the last part I’m still working on.” He reached up and brushed his thumb against her cheek. “You can bet on that.”
“I don’t bet on anything anymore. Everybody always leaves me eventually. Look what happened to us. You were… the best thing that ever happened to me and we both found a way to screw it up.” Maddie stared up at him and slowly moved in, closing the space between them with a soft kiss to his lips. This wasn’t why she came to his place, but she couldn’t stop herself. It felt like second nature. “I’ve missed you.”
“Well, let’s try not to fuck this one up gain?” The man said, already meeting her down and pulling her into the kiss. It was sweet, it was tender, it wasn’t expected but fully welcomed. He rested his forehead on her’s and just smiled. “I’ve always been around, Maddie. Whether it’s right behind you on the street when I can be, covered in a blanket and pretending to be homeless outside work, or just on the rooftops - if I had time, I was around.”
Maddie thanked the Commissioner as he personally walked her to the back where the holding cells were. She quickly walked past the other inmates and stopped at Frank's cell at the end. "They're processing the bail now. It'll be a few minutes. Wanted to make sure you were still in one piece." Sighing, "Was punching him in the face three times really necessary?"
“The asshole deserved it,” Frank murmured from behind the bars, eventually resting on it with a small sigh. “They took me out because I kept fighting the other inmates. As you can tell, I’m fine. They’re not.” He sighed softly before reaching out for her. “Are you okay?”
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“Really?” Frank asked, watching the guard come their way before he stepped back a bit to allow the man access to the door. “Just like that?”
“Forget what the Wayne last name can do?” Maddie winked and stepped aside as well as the Guard unlocked the cell and took the handcuffs off of Frank. They headed out into the lobby, signed out, and exited through the double doors. She brushed her thumb over a deep scrape on his cheek. “That looks nasty.”
Soon, they were out in the streets and Frank managed a simple, “Ah,” sound at her thumbing on his scrape. “You know me, Maddie. Worse things have happened to this body. Nothing a scrape can’t ever do that I haven’t felt.” Not to mention how many bullets slammed against the chestplate of his gear at night.
“Stay behind me”
Maddie nodded as her body shook from fear. They’d been locked in the room for over an hour, and she didn’t even want to think about who was on the other side of the door.
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The man surrendered to the idea of it all. He didn’t like hospitals but so long as he had his 1911, he’d feel somewhat safer. So long as Maddie trusted them, he had to. He sat down when she set him down, gripping his wounds and slumped back, keeping his face down as he did. When they paged them and took care of them, it took a bit of time before they managed to actually sedate him enough. Soon, he was hooked up to an EKG, an I.V. tap, and he laid asleep in his room - drugged to pacification with a few restraints on his body that dug in bruises to reveal the fight he no doubt put up to fail.
Maddie had come into the room after the Doctor had fixed Frank up, shocked to find him in the restraints. She tried to convince them to remove them, but the nurse insisted that they stay on for the time being to protect the hospital staff. It had been a few hours and Frank finally started to come to. She gently placed a hand on his forearm to hopefully keep him calm. “Frank, hey. It’s alright. I’m right here. You’re still in the hospital.”
“F-Fuck,” The man managed to growl out when he did mange to come to. The drugs in his system slowed him down more than he’d like. Part of him lashed out and screamed but it was internalized as he felt Maddie’s hand on his forearm. He looked around, blinking before turning over to look at her. “Hey, Babe,” the man slurred out, obviously too high to think right. “C’mere, please!” He said, laughing softly before managing a few stupid kissy faces.
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The petite witch never trusted a soul, though it never showed. She played around, teased, would invite strangers home like it was all fun and games. At the end of the day, she didn’t care. She was practically immortal, even if there was danger due to her actions, she’d always find a way to resolve the issue at hand. “You know Franklin, dear-” she purred playfully, “Out of the few times we’ve hung out, you’ve always denied my offer.” her cyan hues eyed the small bar shaped pill, taking in it’s details. It was supposed to be a brand named Xanax. A medication popular among partying teens and colorful ‘goth kid’ rappers. It made you tired, and sloppy, made the world feel like it was moving in slow motion. Rose had seen people on the pill, yet her new found friend seemed to be able to have a ‘handle’ on it’s effects.
“I mean-” she shrugged, deciding not to think too much of it, “I was hoping we could go do something, maybe hang out? I could meet up with my guy and make a pick up.” though what she had wanted, it seemed Frank wasn’t a fan of. “What’ya say handsome?”
There were a lot of things that Frank knew would go wrong. The death of many people might not be so bad, so long as they had it coming to them. A breath escaped the Ex-Marine’s lips as he thought and thought about it. He wasn’t immortal but his legacy had to be. He’ll have to make the choice: he’s leaning toward letting himself get taken by this girl. Chances are, if he left, he’ll lose his mark and he’ll have to start from scratch.
Frank toyed with the idea a spell longer before nodding, “Fuck it, why not?” Frank said, playing like he was feeling the slump and sluggishly looking around. “Maybe you’ll pick something more my speed.” Or nothing at all. His speed.
“well shit-” the witch smirked, not sure if she heard correctly, “you’re actually gonna stick around?” she stood up running her inked digits through her long raven locks before pressing her finger to her nose, sniffling roughly to make sure her last hit wasn’t going to waste. “Let’s go get drinks. We’ll go on an adventure, maybe wreak some havoc on this dull city.” she reached out her hand to her company, “Let’s go have some fun, babe.”
The man nodded and stood up, regretting this decision to keep playing cover. He needed to find the supplier so he can kill him behind the scenes. Something he can’t do with this shit happening. He was surprised, as he wasn’t acting as lively as the others, often too cool and calm for everyone. Holding himself too much like a Marine. Maybe they sensed it and just didn’t bother to think because of their highs. Could be the drugs are making them dumber than most.
He took her hand, pulling her close and letting his thumb run against the corner of her lip. “I’d love to get a drink,” The man said, inching close but pulling back and lifting his chin up with a small grin on his face. To get the blood flowing.
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When she came close, all Frank could do was lift his arm up to keep space. Just as he did, she managed to snag his arm and twist him around. He was manipulated, unable to fight and being forced to surrender to her will. He didn’t like that, not one bit. “Easy.. Alright. Relax, yeah? Easy.”
“I came here because this man threatened my life. Now, you’re here threatening me. I want some answers,” they said coldly. “There isn’t much that I can do to relax in this situation.”
Already, he was counting an out. His arm clenching to avoid being pushed anymore than it should be. He nodded, “Ask away, lady.”
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“Coffee’s the bean of the soul,” Frank said with a nod, rubbing his chin before setting the cigar on the ash tray before turning out to the ocean ahead of them. “It helps a lot with cleansing, I like to think.” He looked back at her before turning down to the table. “I’d like to apologize about my behavior yesterday, Miss Maximoff. I was… I’ve been spiteful all these years and realize how the jail had changed me.”
“It helps with waking up, that’s for sure,” Wanda commented with a small smile and started sipping her coffee slowly before putting on some butter on one of her toasts and was caught off guard by his apology, pursing her lips together as she swallow the piece of toast before speaking.
“I understand,” she said softly with a nod. “Jail is a harsh place and being out and about again and adjusting to it must take time I’m sure.”
“It’s weird. I get to eat what and when I want and yet I’m still not too hungry. I’m able to just-- Just do whatever I want, run away once we hit the mainland and yet I’m drawn to know what we have in store for us.”
Frank sipped on his drink, finishing the mug before turning back to the woman herself. “It’s a beautiful thing, ain’t it?”
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Jennifer’s pale cheeks flushed as she looked down at the place setting in front of her, unable to control the small giggle that escaped her lips at his kind compliment. Looking back up at Frank she was unable to hide her blushing face, but if he wanted to get to know the real her, here she was.
“Thanks, I have to say, you scrub up pretty well yourself!” She replied, offering him a compliment in return. Jen had seen Frank at his worst, this was a total change from the man she had once met. But even then, he still caught her intrigue pretty quick.
Before either of them could say anything they were interupted by the waiter, ready to take their orders for the evening.
Frank was about to speak but when the waiter came, well, he let the silence settle as he gestured for Jen to go first. It was only proper after all - that much he retained back in the way-whens. The nodded, once she was done before he looked up and spoke and got his own order in.
Soon, well, they were alone once again and he just smiled at her. There was slight awkward tension but why? Frank was better at this - he wasn’t the stupid boy he was acting like. God, he had been the speaker around Jen and yet he was so speechless right now.
“How early do you have to wake up tomorrow?” Frank asked, making sure she didn’t have plans tomorrow. He might’ve had plans later on tonight but he didn’t want to just end it - not just yet. Especially not to take her to her apartment for the night - he had other ideas.
After ordering her food, Jennifer turned her attention back to her date. Picking up the glass of wine that had just been set before and taking a long sip, to calm her nerves after all. Setting the glass back down upon the table she wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger, smiling back across to him.
“As early as I like, but I’m not much of a sleeper at the moment.” She replied, her smile faltering only slighty as she relaxed into the conversation, her mind taking another turn and transforming that smile into a smirk.”Why, what did you have in mind?”
“Maybe we could do what these young folks are calling, ‘Netflix and Chill.’ I had this kid come up to me, try to get me acquainted with the world. Heard it’s about watching a movie on this thing called a Netflix and then chill, which I assume means the same thing when I was growing up and just hanging out.”
Little did Frank know, it meant sex. Modern Day hook up. Though if he knew that, he’d have just asked if she’d want a cup of coffee to go after their date. It was universal, yet Frank didn’t understand it at times. Now with apps like Tinder and all the rest of it.
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“You said it, Rogers,” Frank murmured before seeming to surrender to that thought. He knew it full and well. He wasn’t like her, he had aches in places he couldn’t remember working out. He could feel every bullet hole, every impact from the sprints, the slams.
“Do you ever think about retiring? Just leaving everything up to someone new?”
“I do. But I realize no one’s able to do me better than me. No one can stop all of this. I left it all behind, in Afghanistan, in Central.”
She sighed, wringing her hands together and looking at them. “Yeah. I always end up thinking about the fact that the world still needs Captain America.”
“World needs someone to look at and call a hero. If it’s Captain America or if it’s The Punisher, the world needs a man or woman to look up to in a time of need. Just as a young boy in Hell’s Kitchen looked up and incidentally crushed on a woman in Blue and Stars, a boy’ll look at a Marine in Black and Skulls. World’s messed up like that.”
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"Why don’t you make me?" (( @spawn-of-rumlow // to Frank ))
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“Get on your knees and I just might, Rumlow,” The Marine growled as he squared himself up to her, pressing her against he wall with the aggression that came from the territory.
She was annoying him. The taunting was getting to him. And her beautiful face needed a little shutting up.
“You know I don’t kneel,” she teased as she was pressed against the wall. She knew annoying the marine would get some reaction, but not like this.
“What are you going to do to me?” Caroline asked as she slid her hand on his shirt.
“I’m going to make you kneel for me,” Frank growled softly, watching her move her hands inside of his shirt. “Go on, then, Caro. Go on.”
“Yes sir,” she mused as she finally kneeled down infront of him. She looked up to him innocently as she slid her hands onto his thighs.
“Undo my pants, darling. I’ve got a present for you.” The man rested his hands on the wall, pushing his hips slightly forward for the woman.
Caroline followed his order and undid his pants. She slid her hand on his hips as he pushed his hips towards her.
Just as she did, his hands went down to pull his pants down and out his lengthened member. It’s head poking out toward her. “Well? Go on, Caroline.”
Caroline smiled softly to him and got his lenghtend member in her mouth. She moaned as she sucked him.
“Christ,” Frank growled as he felt her mouth take in his member. He reached down and guided her, pulling and pushing her back. “That’s it…”
Caroline drooled all over his hardened shaft as she sucked him, she slid her hands from his thighs up onto his shirt.
“I’m going to– Just like that, Caroline– I’m going to– Fuck!” Growled Frank just as he came inside of her mouth. Far from the end but lord knows Frank needed that.
Caroline swallowed the hot load as she pulled away from his hardened shaft. She looked up to him innocently.
“Ah.. Good girl. Now come up and bend over so I can cum inside of you again,” Frank said, stepping back with a soft grunt.
Caroline got up on command and walked over a table to bend over for him. “Ready as you are,” she teased him with a smug smile on her face.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Frank growled as he moved behind her, settling his hands on her hips. He brought her back slightly before slowly pushing himself inside of her. Allowing himself to settle inside of her.
Caroline moaned as he slid himself inside her, she moved her hips back for him. “Thank you.”
A flash of a grin came from Frank’s lips as he began to roll his hips into her, gripping her hips harder before giving her rear a soft slap and grab. “Ah-- you’re welcome,” The man said as he began to thrust into her.
