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Just gonna make the post that this blog is pretty archived. However, I really like the theme and I wrote a lot of information into this blog and just in case I ever decide to pick this muse back up again I want the information and code to still be there so I am just archiving.
If anyone has any interest in writing Matt with me again or wants the url or anything else hit me up at Cinematicmarvels
( @pilotproctor ) « starter call
A PAINT-STAINED HAND traced the worn and polished wood of the bannister as she walked down the stairs, checking the step before looking up and seeing that she did not have the eye of the man who had been WAITING for her to get ready. DATE NIGHT was sacred in the Proctor house; being ripped through time itself could not stop them. She cleared her throat, lips upturned in an anticipating smile as she fixed the dress. “I think we’ve waited long enough for this date… don’t you?”
Matt couldn’t help but smile as he stared up at her, watching her walk down the stairs. She was absolutely gorgeous, and he would never understand how someone so beautiful as her, had married him. Though he wasn’t about to go look a gift horse in the mouth. They had been through more than their share of hardships, and he knew that he would do anything for her. The moment she was close enough, he offered his arm for her to take.
“I believe you are absolutely right Mrs. Proctor. May I say you look absolutely stunning this evening.”
I got this.
me right before doing something that I clearly do not got (via ponyvoros)
*eye zooms on you*
“I do have to use a lot of KY jelly, but I don’t really have a problem with that.”
He was lost in his thoughts, not even remotely bothering to pay attention to the world around him. Last he had checked he was alone, so he hardly saw the problem in it. He had far too much free time on his hands, and the darker corners of his mind seemed to take advantage of it more than he would ever like to admit.
“Good! I think it’d be fun.” It was nice to have something to look forward to, but he was trying not to think about it. “You’re not a sore loser, are you?”
“Well only when I loose.” Matt smiled, laughing a bit. He was clearly joking, he was probably one of the most laid back people to play any sort of game with, especially if his opponent was cute.
Her grin was as wide as it could go, but she felt so fond of him. “Maybe I haven’t,” she conceded, nose wrinkling as she laughed. “I’ll let you continue with your version. Maybe it’ll jog my memory.”
“Well now I don’t know if I want to, I mean to get such critique from someone I thought I trusted!” He teased his fingers still strumming lightly at the guitar.
She was trying not to let her pride get the best of her, and as such, Becky sucked in her cheeks for a moment, and with her exhale, gave Matty a smile. She reached out for his hand, more hesitantly than she did most things in her life. “Thank you,” she said. “I mean it– thank you.” She didn’t want to be so stubborn with him. She didn’t want to push him away with her pride, and she was trying to swallow it all. “I’d like that application,” she said with a small grin. She squeezed his hand. “That’d feel better.”
Matt smiled softly as he nodded a bit, he knew what it was like to have one’s pride get in the way. He never really minded too much when she was stubborn, he dealt with it when he hung out with her brother or Steve. He even knew that he could be stubborn from time to time. “You’re welcome.” he said softly. He squeezed her hand back, enjoying the physical contact. “I mean really you would be doing my dad’s office a huge favor.”
IT had been a long year. Oh, she had raged when she’d learned where she was (when she was), and that with the near century of progress, they could not return her to Natt. She hadn’t spoken to Steve or Tony Stark for weeks– Steve for the reminder of her home, Tony Stark for the sins of his father. She had remained silent, unforgiving in her grief. Losing her heart in the war had left her absent; losing her heart to the past had simply left her hollow. The moths had slowly brought back an echo of who she was, but not enough; never enough of who she was when she had been whole.
The rain helped to keep her aware of the reality of her situation, but only just. To be sure, she was barely hanging on . She was dazed and wide awake at the same time; falling and finally back on solid ground simultaneously. Becky could see the water rolling over Matt’s Cheeks; could see the way his hair was sticking to his forehead in details her painter’s eye would always remember, but in ways so real she couldn’t have dreamed. He was there, in exquisite relief. She felt like she was able to breathe again, but her lungs were burning from misuse from the last year.
She allowed herself to be pulled in toward him, holding his tags in her hand. She’d know these anywhere; could have traced the letters in her sleep. He had always kept them hidden from her; knew that the sight reminded her of harsher days, but they had been a part of him; a part she had loved just as she’d loved every part of him (just as he had loved every part of her broken heart). “You’re here,” she choked, eyes wide. Eyes fluttering closed as the low hum of his voice washed over her far more completely than the rain had soaked her. That song held so many memories. The feel of his shirt against her skin as they danced in an empty living room. Silk of a simply white dress at a small wedding. Groggy, cracked voice from sleep whispering in her ear in the morning. She hadn’t been able to listen to Sinatra for the last year.
Other things of his, she’d held onto like a lifeline. Hunted out the color of his eyes in the store and in the sky. Even had a stethoscope in the apartment before the chill of the metal reminded her of the first time they’d met. But that song had been painful in a way that hadn’t been a comfort. Hearing it again made her breathe out a ragged sigh of relied, grabbing him by his middle, falling backward. She was in the mud, but she couldn’t find a way to care as the soggy earth soaked through her clothes. She said nothing, made no more move. She simply held her husband at the site of his own grave, pulling back the pieces she had buried with him.
“I’m here.” he whispered softly, giving her the confirmation that she probably needed. There was a part of him that almost needed the same confirmation, to know that it was really her, and they were really back together again. Though right now since she had been the one to be without the other longer, he put her needs first. He found himself taking in every last inch of her, the way the rain made her hair stick to her cheeks and forehead. The way her eyes managed to sparkle despite how sad she looked.
None of the pictures he had of her, had even begun to do her any justice. To see her in person after so long was the most relieving thing in the world, to know that she was alive. So many people had tried to convince him that she was dead, and that he needed to let her go, but he had refused. The only one who had believed him had been his grandmother, if it hadn’t been for her, he was sure his parents would have tried to throw him in the asylum.
When she fell back, he went with her, letting out a laugh, something he hadn’t done in far too long. He laid there in the mud with his wife, not even beginning to care about how wet and dirty they were getting. All that mattered was that he was with her again. For the first time in months, he felt whole again, like he could actually breathe.
“I love you.. I never.. I never gave up, I made Howard find a way..” he whispered softly, not sure why he felt the need to explain himself, there was a part of him that just desperately needed her to know that he didn’t give up.
“It’s fine. I’ve gotten used to it.”
It was never something he imagined himself getting used to, and yet here he was. That wasn’t the interesting part, though. Husband. Becky had a husband?
“I didn’t even know she had a husband. When did this happen? Have you met Bucky yet?”
Matt smiled and nodded a bit, He hadn’t expected the other to know that Becky had been married, since it had happened after Steve had gone MIA.
“We got married April 10th, 1946. As for her brother knowing.. I don’t know, I left that up to her.”
@beckybxrnes
“Hey darling, I hope you don’t mind.. I borrowed some of your paints and attempted to paint you a christmas present.. but well...I would like the record to show that I tired.” He said as he presented the small canvas that had his artwork on it.
MY MUSE IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT
Please keep in mind that, however hard my muse may argue something or however confidently they make a statement, they can be wrong. It’s my muse’s opinion, and my muse talking, and their perception is skewed. Do not feel like everything out of my character’s mouth is the truth, or that I’m godmodding.
“I hear what you are saying...but I’m gonna do it anyways.”
When he lowered himself to the ground, it was unmistakable what Matty was doing, and in that moment, Becky saw her past and her future at the same moment, and he was in both. The boy who had aught her to temper her anger but had encouraged her fire; the young man who was brave and kind and still had echoes of the awkward boy he had been… her future was filled with moments, all with him. But first, she had to give her answer. She blinked at the ring, feeling her eyes watering, and she felt so foolish. “Matty, I–” She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She pulled him to his feet, looking at the ring she recognized as his grandmother’s. “I love you so much,” she said with a watery grin. ‘I mean… yes.” It wasn’t the most exquisite words; it wasn’t anything she’d found herself daydreaming in the studio where she’d surreptitiously sign her painting RP before finishing the last letter into a B. She pulled him in, pressing her lips to his in a promise for many more in the future. Her mind was a mess of emotions, but her lips still pulled upward into a smile. She had wanted this; she knew that he was a part of her future. And she had said yes.
Matt was way more nervous that he would probably ever admit. There was a part of him that was so afraid she would say no. Sure he knew that she loved him, but he was sure that she wasn’t happy about him going away to join the war. He was afraid that him leaving would effect her answer, but he was beyond relieved when she said yes. The biggest smile spread across his face as she pulled him to his feet.
He kissed her back with everything he had, as he wrapped his arms around her. Though after a long moment, he pulled away just enough to take the ring and slip it on to her finger. “My grandmother demands that we do it before I leave.. if that’s okay with you. We can do something small, and then when I come home.. “ he trailed off for a moment, unable to resist the urge to kiss her again.
“This one, you’re going to want to keep. Trust me.”
“You said that last time and I lasted five minutes.”
