The Toughest Woman Alive

Independent RP Blog for Melissa Joan Gold, aliases Songbird and Screaming Mimi. Multi-verse, Multi-ship. Please be 18+ and read the Rules and Dossier pages! Mun: Tom (He/Him/His)

[zemothethirteenth]

The Formation || @xscreamxqueen

Prison wasn't a new thing to him, now. He'd spent seven and a half years in the Berlin Correctional Facility, and the rhythm of it was one he adapted to easily. He hadn't expected a life after his mission anyway, so it had been an easy adjustment.

The RAFT and Berlin were different beasts.

Without sun there was no true sense of time other than to trust that the lights came on and went out at regular times. When the lights were out, the mechanical buzz dulled enough to hear the creaking and groaning of the metal structure under the pressure of the water beyond the walls, like something out of a nightmare he'd had as a child and long forgotten.

It took months to grow accustomed enough to it to sleep with any kind of ease, even for a man who thought he could sleep anywhere if necessity called for it.

Still, there were similarities to cling to. There was routine. The guards were certainly more antagonistic towards him than those in Berlin had been, but at this point he chalked that up to them being Americans and he generally found it more entertaining to meet their antagonism with pleasantries anyway. Meals, for those who were considered low-risk enough - such as his unenhanced self - were had in a group hall under heavy supervision, block by block.

As it turned out, the blocks were segregated more by risk factor than anything else, meaning that there were no particular sausage-fests at meals, and while he was no particular fan of the machoism and bravado that had come from it in Berlin, the absence of it here was filled with occasionally more crude displays that required breaking up.

None of it was his business, however. He didn't care much for most of it, though the opportunities to socialize with his 'neighbour' were pleasant enough. It was never such deep socialization as to consider Melissa a friend, but it was enough to keep him from feeling lonely, at least.

Perhaps that was why, despite his curiosity, he wasn't exactly surprised to find himself on the helipad awaiting being picked up with her. He'd never really cared enough to ask what had gotten her put in the RAFT to begin with, but if the Contessa had specifically had a talk with the warden, it wouldn't be a surprise if it had been reported that they 'got along' - and given he'd been told something of a team before agreeing to this, getting along was a useful thing.

As the bay doors opened and he felt the sun on his face for the first time in months - along with the cool spray of the ocean - he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, taking a deep breath. A smile crossed his features before he tucked his hands into his pockets.

It ran through his head, as it often did before something like this began, the recitation Ković had begun the first day they'd stepped onto the field together:

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

And he had, for years. It remained a strange feeling to be going out onto the field without him. Still, he glanced over at Melissa with a smile. "Well, the sun suits you well. The wind may be a little less agreeable, though," he added, watching the way the combination of the winds off the water and the descent of the helicopter were leaving her hair to whip around her face with a strange fondness.

Heike would have been swearing up a storm about it, and he might have offered to braid it to keep it out of the way for her. He had no such familiarity with Melissa to offer the same.

[zemothethirteenth]

As the helicopter touched down, he looked her over with some amusement. "If you'd like, I can probably tie it back for you once we're on our way. At least something to keep it out of your face for the time being," he offered, watching the guards step out of the helicopter and wander over to address the RAFT guards.

Sighing quietly to himself, he contemplated the best way to answer with what he knew. It wasn't as though he had a lot of information, of course, but he could hazard a few guesses as to the logic of pulling prisoners and setting them to a task.

"Well," Zemo watched the guards carefully, only speaking as loudly as he dared, "what kind of job do you send known criminals to do? I don't work for the CIA, but I know intelligence well enough, and I've met the head of the CIA in more casual settings in the past. So, if I were to hazard a guess in her shoes? You send those you don't care about losing on the kinds of missions that have a high likelihood of failure resulting in death."

Glancing at her briefly, he shook his head. "Whatever this task is, it may be a test leading up to something of vital importance, or it may be that this is what she considers the best option to get something done. The most important part remains: it will likely be dangerous, and our lives are not being highly valued."

[xscreamxqueen]

Melissa's glare shifted to the approaching guards, each of them in identical gray and black uniforms stitched with body armor. She made sure to lock eyes with every one of them to ensure they understood her attitude: 'get fucked, bootlickers'.

"Expendable," she huffed in irritation, catching a sideways glance from the nearest guard, "the word's expendable, Zemo. Didn't need twelve hundred of 'em to get the point across." She was not actually upset with him--far from it, as she instinctively shifted slightly closer to him as the guards drew closer in formation. But Melissa knew what expendable meant. She had spent the greater part of her life being a meat bag for somebody else. Business, pleasure, robbing bank and cracking skulls; everyone saw Screaming Mimi as a tool, and her survival up to this point had been entirely incidental. "But ain't we all," she gave Zemo a bitter grin before turning her attention to the guards preparing to march them on board the chopper, "right, boys?" The guards remained silent.

"I do wonder if it's just us," she mused as the closest guard reached for her elbow to guide her forward. As soon as she noticed, she flinched in his direction, causing him to instinctively lurch back and reach for his firearm. "Jumpy, jumpy," Melissa laughed before allowing herself to be guided toward the chopper.

[zemothethirteenth]

The Formation || @xscreamxqueen

Prison wasn't a new thing to him, now. He'd spent seven and a half years in the Berlin Correctional Facility, and the rhythm of it was one he adapted to easily. He hadn't expected a life after his mission anyway, so it had been an easy adjustment.

The RAFT and Berlin were different beasts.

Without sun there was no true sense of time other than to trust that the lights came on and went out at regular times. When the lights were out, the mechanical buzz dulled enough to hear the creaking and groaning of the metal structure under the pressure of the water beyond the walls, like something out of a nightmare he'd had as a child and long forgotten.

It took months to grow accustomed enough to it to sleep with any kind of ease, even for a man who thought he could sleep anywhere if necessity called for it.

Still, there were similarities to cling to. There was routine. The guards were certainly more antagonistic towards him than those in Berlin had been, but at this point he chalked that up to them being Americans and he generally found it more entertaining to meet their antagonism with pleasantries anyway. Meals, for those who were considered low-risk enough - such as his unenhanced self - were had in a group hall under heavy supervision, block by block.

As it turned out, the blocks were segregated more by risk factor than anything else, meaning that there were no particular sausage-fests at meals, and while he was no particular fan of the machoism and bravado that had come from it in Berlin, the absence of it here was filled with occasionally more crude displays that required breaking up.

None of it was his business, however. He didn't care much for most of it, though the opportunities to socialize with his 'neighbour' were pleasant enough. It was never such deep socialization as to consider Melissa a friend, but it was enough to keep him from feeling lonely, at least.

Perhaps that was why, despite his curiosity, he wasn't exactly surprised to find himself on the helipad awaiting being picked up with her. He'd never really cared enough to ask what had gotten her put in the RAFT to begin with, but if the Contessa had specifically had a talk with the warden, it wouldn't be a surprise if it had been reported that they 'got along' - and given he'd been told something of a team before agreeing to this, getting along was a useful thing.

As the bay doors opened and he felt the sun on his face for the first time in months - along with the cool spray of the ocean - he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, taking a deep breath. A smile crossed his features before he tucked his hands into his pockets.

It ran through his head, as it often did before something like this began, the recitation Ković had begun the first day they'd stepped onto the field together:

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

And he had, for years. It remained a strange feeling to be going out onto the field without him. Still, he glanced over at Melissa with a smile. "Well, the sun suits you well. The wind may be a little less agreeable, though," he added, watching the way the combination of the winds off the water and the descent of the helicopter were leaving her hair to whip around her face with a strange fondness.

Heike would have been swearing up a storm about it, and he might have offered to braid it to keep it out of the way for her. He had no such familiarity with Melissa to offer the same.

[xscreamxqueen]

Melissa felt practically fossilized standing in the sun for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. Her shoulders and elbows stung with a deep stiffness as she folded her arms across her chest, and the glaring halo of light-blindness still lingered in her eyes.

She was silent for another moment before responding, eyes locked on the approaching chopper.

"Thanks," she grunted, vainly attempting to tuck her windswept hair behind her ears, "the way they're acting, you'd think these boot-lickin' fucks couldn't tell the difference between a hair tie and hand grenade. But I guess contraband is contraband."

Five months. It had been five months since Melissa had found herself locked up in the definition of a super-max prison. She had heard rumors about the RAFT since she had started associating with some of the higher rollers of NYC's underground, but only in hushed whispers, as if they were afraid it would hear them and swallow them whole. No one ever really gets out, they said, and if you do, you'll be doped up, half brain-dead, and back in before a year is up. So, like any other prison, she had thought with a scoff. It was not her first time in lock up; a girl like her bounced between boyfriends and prison bars like pinball, so another 'vacation' did not even phase her. But when the judge had given her her sentence, she had to admit she flinched. Four years? In the RAFT? For turning Hammer and Kingpin in? She had remained stone faced behind her SWORD tech sound-cancelling muzzle, but that courtroom almost watched the tough-girl Screaming Mimi shed a tear. They'd have liked that, wouldn't they?

Unfolding her arms, Melissa shook herself and bounced on her toes in an attempt to bring some heat to her limbs. "So, soldier boy," she hummed and turned her head to face him, "you got any idea what they brought us out the dark for? Most folks here still won't talk to me. Guess they're still scared I'll make 'em choke on it."

The dark and the isolation were not the biggest issues for Melissa, far from it. She had slept in worse, she had eaten in worse, and she had thrived in worse. The worst part was the silence. The absolute, unrelenting silence. She should have expected it. The way her powers functioned required available sound, so she should not have been surprised when she saw the thick, white foam that lined the walls of her cell. It was almost like a psych ward, but at least there, people come when they hear you scream. Melissa had barely gotten an hour of sleep for the first week due to the sheer absence of any noise. Nothing alleviated the oppressive silence as it pressed down on her, not singing, not screaming, not crying, not banging on the walls or the soft plastic of her cot frame. In an act of almost-ironic sympathy, Medical provided her with a pair of noise canceling headphones for the brief moments she was allowed out of her cell. She almost regretted spitting in the orderly's face who had placed them on her. Without them, even the soft ambience of the prison was like bass boosted nails on a chalkboard from her isolation.

It seemed like every time she was out of her cell, Helmut Zemo happened to be there. Meal times, bathroom breaks, therapeutic check-ins, he was there. Melissa really did not understand why. There did not seem to be a reason for their close association. Their names were nowhere near each other alphabetically, she had powers and he did not. Even racially, he was assumedly white, and she was Jewish and Shoshone. Whatever the reason, and no matter how hesitant she was to admit it, she was thankful. His voice was smooth and and gentle but still audible through her headphones when they were close enough, and he never tried to touch her without her consent. Her muzzle and cuffs made her feel exposed, but she felt safe enough near him to not be actively hostile. In fact, she could not remember what it was, but he had told her a joke--some random dad-joke, painfully unfunny and maybe lost in translation--but that night was the first night she had slept a full night through.

"Fuck it," she growled, resigning herself to just placing her hands firmly on her head to prevent her hair from practically flying off of her head, "I'll send Val the invoice from Tracie," the former eco-terrorist in cellblock 4C who moonlighted as a hairdresser.

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[xscreamxqueen]

@thebrainsandbrawn: Betty blinks. "Can't I sleep naked?" She asked tiredly.

Standing from the table, Melissa shrugged. “Yeah, sure,” she yawned, leaning back and pressing her palms against her lower back to stretch, “don’t see why not.” Her spine gave a surprisingly loud pop. “They’re there if you want ‘em. I keep the house pretty cold.”

[thebrainsandbrawn]

Betty smirks and starts stripping. "Lucky I'm hot then, like a personal space heater." She teases and walks naked to the couch, laying down on it as best she can, patting her lap.

[xscreamxqueen]

“Sweaty is more like it,” Melissa teased, finding her way to the couch and all but flopping onto Betty. Her eyes closed for a moment, then she groaned. “God fuckin’ damn it.” She stiffly sat up and reached inside her shirt to unclasp her bra before pulling it from her baggy t-shirt sleeve and flinging it across the room.

“Finally,” she sighed with relief, “it’s laundry day and I ended up wearing that one from…” She paused. “…I think high school? Damn thing was nearly stranglin’ me with my own tits.”

[thebrainsandbrawn]

"Sounds like someone needs a massage." She says, red arms wrapping around to tease Melissa's back. "Need a kiss better?" She teases between yawns.

[xscreamxqueen]

Melissa groaned, falling forward to press her nose against the crook of Betty’s neck. “I need about four years beauty rest, a Gordita Supreme, and a nut to feel human again.”

[xscreamxqueen]

@thebrainsandbrawn: Betty blinks. "Can't I sleep naked?" She asked tiredly.

Standing from the table, Melissa shrugged. “Yeah, sure,” she yawned, leaning back and pressing her palms against her lower back to stretch, “don’t see why not.” Her spine gave a surprisingly loud pop. “They’re there if you want ‘em. I keep the house pretty cold.”

[thebrainsandbrawn]

Betty smirks and starts stripping. "Lucky I'm hot then, like a personal space heater." She teases and walks naked to the couch, laying down on it as best she can, patting her lap.

[xscreamxqueen]

“Sweaty is more like it,” Melissa teased, finding her way to the couch and all but flopping onto Betty. Her eyes closed for a moment, then she groaned. “God fuckin’ damn it.” She stiffly sat up and reached inside her shirt to unclasp her bra before pulling it from her baggy t-shirt sleeve and flinging it across the room.

“Finally,” she sighed with relief, “it’s laundry day and I ended up wearing that one from…” She paused. “…I think high school? Damn thing was nearly stranglin’ me with my own tits.”

[xscreamxqueen]

@thebrainsandbrawn: Betty blinks. "Can't I sleep naked?" She asked tiredly.

Standing from the table, Melissa shrugged. “Yeah, sure,” she yawned, leaning back and pressing her palms against her lower back to stretch, “don’t see why not.” Her spine gave a surprisingly loud pop. “They’re there if you want ‘em. I keep the house pretty cold.”

[xscreamxqueen]

@thebrainsandbrawn "I'll stay."

Melissa smiled, peering up at Betty with tired eyes. “Good, because drivin’ you home this late is not something I was plannin’ on doin’.”

Twisting her neck to crack it, she gestured toward the old chest-of-drawers just down the hallway. “Your house clothes should still be in there. Get changed; I’ll find somethin’ stupid on TV for us to sleep to.”

[leneemusing]

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

❝  don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞ 

❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞

❝  i’m staying,  okay?  you don’t have to be alone tonight. ❞

❝  you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i’ll be here the whole night okay?  nothing will get to you while i’m here.  ❞

❝  wait— have you been here all night?  ❞

❝  i thought you went home after i went to bed.  you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on.  ❞

❝  can i stay with you tonight?  i don’t wanna go home yet.  ❞

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞

❝  can you just…stay here?  and hold me.  ❞

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i get you’re doing the whole protective thing— and i appreciate it.  i do,  but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.  might as well come to bed.  ❞

❝  thank you for staying.  it just gets so lonely at night sometimes.  ❞

❝  i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly,  i don’t really wanna be alone either.  ❞

❝  do you wanna stay with me tonight?  ❞

❝  stay,  please.  ❞

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

❝  i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❞

❝  i don’t wanna have to say goodnight.  ❞

❝  honestly i can’t sleep,  so if you wanna stay up with me?  ❞

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞

❝  well,  i can think of some ways to wear you out.  ❞

❝  if you can’t sleep,  there are other things we could do.  ❞

❝  i’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest.  ❞

❝  it doesn’t have to mean anything,  i just don’t wanna feel lonely tonight.  and i want to feel good for once.  ❞

❝  please don’t go—  i need.  i need someone—  i need you.  ❞

❝  the night doesn’t have to end here,  you know.  ❞

❝  i like it when you’re here.  so stay.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re just as lonely as i am.  might as well be lonely together.  ❞

❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

❝  you’re clearly exhausted.  you can go in the morning.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞

❝  when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you.  i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different.  ❞

❝  you need someone right now.  and i’m the one that’s here.  let me be what you need.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ GUARDED ]  sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ GUARDING ]  receiver insists on staying the night to keep watch over sender who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ UNEXPECTED ]  one muse stays the night to keep an eye on the other after something traumatic and they end up having comfort sex.

[ CONSOLE ]  sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.  

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver asks sender to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling. 

[ ACCIDENT ]  sender winds up staying at receiver’s house all night because receiver fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ UNPLANNED ]  receiver winds up staying at sender’s house all night because sender fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. 

[ STAYING ]  receiver is carrying sender to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  sender grabs their hand so receiver joins them in bed. 

[ APPROACHED ]  sender is staying with receiver for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ APPROACH ]  receiver is staying with sender for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ SHARE ]  sender is unexpectedly staying with receiver overnight,  receiver insisted sender sleep on the bed while they take the floor but sender winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ SHARED ]  receiver is unexpectedly staying with sender overnight,  sender insisted receiver sleep on the bed while they take the floor but receiver winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ FOUND ]  sender is staying with receiver who had them take the bed while receiver takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  sender goes out to join receiver on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ FIND ]  receiver is staying with sender who had them take the bed while sender takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  receiver goes out to join sender on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ DISCOVERED ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them. 

[ HAVEN ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender felt safer with them. 

[ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms. 

[ TIRED ]  receiver cries themselves to sleep in sender’s arms. 

[ PROPOSITION ]  one or both muse(s) are having trouble sleeping so they have sex to pass the time. 

[ PURPOSE ]  one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out. 

[ TRAPPED ]  one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm. 

[ KEEP ]  sender fell asleep on receiver and when receiver tries to get up,  sender whines so they stay put.  

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[sebastianshaw]

@xscreamxqueen

[sebastianshaw]

xscreamxqueen​:

sebastianshaw​:

“Nah,” Melissa sighed, rolling her eyes and knocking back the last of her whiskey, “SHIELD barely covers New York rent. Hell, I’d probably get better benefits workin’ at a bank. A few years ago, when the Registration Act was still on the books, Osborn really wanted public approval for the team, so he rigged up a bunch of merchandising gigs. Product endorsements, action figures, you name it.” She gestured for another round for her and Shaw. “Fifty percent went to charity, fifty percent went to Osborn as far as I was concerned. When Ossy-boy went down, a friend of mine finagled a few numbers around in his off-shore accounts and left his goblin ass without a pot to shit it.”

Melissa grinned and slid the drink to him. “Not bad for a street punk from Shoshone. But I gotta say, in all my years as a–recovering–alcoholic, I’ve never had such a nice brew. What’s the year on this stuff?”

“I thought as much,” Shaw said, sipping his own, and then elaborated, “Government jobs never pay well, even the most extraordinary ones. And did old Osborn ever tell you–” He smiled absolutely devilishly, “About that time I broke one of his fingers at a party? He was making a most unbecoming little scene at my Club, and I requested he go home. Gentlemen don’t get drunk in public.” Emphasis on public. Shaw wasn’t about to judge what anyone did in private, least of all when he did the same. But some dignity and decorum MUST be observed when outside one’s home domain, really! And yes, he really did break the man’s finger. It got the message across when at the moment, little else would have.  Another quaff. “Clearly, you should have reviewed your contract with him better. As for this beautiful batch, a modest but effective seven years. I’m glad you enjoy it; I would hate to think even this was wasted.” Even this meaning that, well, this was one of the more…affordable brands by Shaw’s standards. Though, as he’d said, fifty dollars a bottle was probably more than most people were used to. He might not bring out the best for Melissa—yet—but he wasn’t going to drink slop either. He gave the barest minimum of a nod as the next round came, and then continued, “The reason I ask is…what would you say to some contract work for Shaw Industries? Before you dig your heels in, it’s’ nothing illegal. But your sonic constructs and sound blasts could be very useful in the shaping of of raw materials. And I assure you, I’d give you proper compensation. Enough to keep “Chanel” purring nicely, and then some. No action figures though, I’m afraid.” He chuckled at his own joke.

[xscreamxqueen]

Melissa half-listened to Shaw as he rambled on about how important he was or how wealthy he was or whatever, leaning into the clinks and crashes and hoots and hollers of the bar. This was her element; the dingy spot reminded her of the Red Deer, a hole in the wall she used to pick pockets in on the reservation. The smell, the sounds, the stinging glow of the neon, it all took her right back.

She snorted softly at the Osborn story--served the slimy bastard right--and gave a quiet mmh around the rim of her glass at the cost of the bottle. Unless she had been partying with her high class gal pals Ali or Janet, the most expensive liquor she had ever spent her own money on was a bottle of Malibu to hair-of-the-dog herself through an 9:00 AM briefing. His question pulled her fully back into the moment, though, and she shook her held with a belch.

"Shaw, Shaw," she sighed with a click of her tongue, " what kind of girl do you think I am? The type you can dazzle by flashin' a few dollar bills in her face?" Melissa adjusted her hair and turned to face him, propping her elbow against the bar. "Y'know, Seb, you sort of symbolize everythin' I hate about people, and in particular men." She motioned for another round. "You're a crusty capitalist shark 'entrepreneur' who treats the people beneath you like pawns in this bizarre chess game that no one else is playin', willing to sacrifice anyone to make an extra buck. It's proof positive that X and Cyclops are smokin' that good Krakoa shit if they have any confidence that you wouldn't stab them in the back the second you got the opportunity. You're also stuffy, unfashionable, and unbearably boring."

The next round arrived, and she blew a kiss to the bartender. "That being said, I'm interested. But first and foremost: what's the pay, what's the location, and what's the material?"

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

[rp-meme-glaceon]

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[sebastianshaw]

@xscreamxqueen - continued from HERE Shaw smiled, and though the nature of his face made it look sneering and leering and smug, it was in fact sincere, and he raised his drink back. “Indeed. Just taste this Four Roses Single Barrel—the quality speaks for itself upon your tongue. The fifty dollar price tag is pocket change for me, of course, but I understand for others, it would perhaps seem too dear to drop on an indulgence…but of course, that’s what makes it an indulgence. And one well worth it at that.” Even now when he was able to afford such things a thousand times over without batting an eye at his checkbook, Shaw remembered a time when fifty dollars would have seemed a kingly sum to him. All the more reason to enjoy decadence now, having been denied it the first twenty-plus years of his life by poverty. After a sip in reminiscence, he asked, “So. An arm and a leg, you say. Does SHIELD pay you enough for that?”

[xscreamxqueen]

"Nah," Melissa sighed, rolling her eyes and knocking back the last of her whiskey, "SHIELD barely covers New York rent. Hell, I'd probably get better benefits workin' at a bank. A few years ago, when the Registration Act was still on the books, Osborn really wanted public approval for the team, so he rigged up a bunch of merchandising gigs. Product endorsements, action figures, you name it." She gestured for another round for her and Shaw. "Fifty percent went to charity, fifty percent went to Osborn as far as I was concerned. When Ossy-boy went down, a friend of mine finagled a few numbers around in his off-shore accounts and left his goblin ass without a pot to shit it."

Melissa grinned and slid the drink to him. "Not bad for a street punk from Shoshone. But I gotta say, in all my years as a--recovering--alcoholic, I've never had such a nice brew. What's the year on this stuff?"

[xscreamxqueen]

@thebrainsandbrawn

Takes a deep breath. “That is fucked up, this is fucked up... I need a drink, like 5.” She breaths through her mouth.

“You’re tellin’ me. I’ve personally been to hell, and it’s not like some major accomplishment to take over the place. It’s like being king of the shittiest bowling alley in Louisville. Like, congratulations, I hope it’s important to you.”

[thebrainsandbrawn]

“Can we put it away? Please?”

[xscreamxqueen]

“I’ve tried. Clearly,” she groaned, swatting the hand as it crawled up her shoulder, “it’s pretty much gonna do its own thing. The only reason it’s with me now is that it followed me from home.”

[xscreamxqueen]

@thebrainsandbrawn

Takes a deep breath. “That is fucked up, this is fucked up... I need a drink, like 5.” She breaths through her mouth.

“You’re tellin’ me. I’ve personally been to hell, and it’s not like some major accomplishment to take over the place. It’s like being king of the shittiest bowling alley in Louisville. Like, congratulations, I hope it’s important to you.”