Wow, so I suck and only juuuust realized I was tagged in this. Total fail, sorry Sam! (Actually I just found this in my drafts folder. I have no idea when I finished it nor why I didn’t post it. Something is clearly wrong with me.)
Rule 1: always post the rules
Rule 2: always answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write your questions
Rule 3: tag 11 people
Rule 4: actually tell them you tagged them
1. Favorite character/superhero from Marvel and DC. (extra points if you they don’t come from Arrow ;)
Marvel is tough to call, I love the X-men so Wolverine or Gambit or Jubilee? I can’t pick. Probably Gambit though. He’s a charming bad boy with a great accent and a tragic back story. What’s not to like? I’m not such a huge fan of DC, contrary to my constant posting of Arrow related fandom stuff would imply, but I’d have to go with Batman probably.
2. If you could only watch one movie for the rest of your life, which movie would it be?
The Fifth Element or Pride and Prejudice. I suck a picking one thing. Probably Pride and Prejudice though. And I’d have to go with the the Keira Knightley version just because I’m not at all a fan of Colin firth and he doesn’t appeal to me as Mr. Darcy at all.
3. Do you wear jewelry?
I own a lot of jewelry and I like to wear it when I’m dressing up; but for everyday typically not so much. Usually I’m just to lazy or forgetful to put it on in the morning. I’m trying to be more fashionable and remember to accessorize though.
4. If you could live in another era, which era would it be?
If I had to pick I probably would pick something in the future. I’d like to see some flying cars please/thank you.
5. What would your Evil Villain name be?
Is there an villain name generator for this? I suck at naming things. Just ask my goldfish. His name is Fishface, just fyi.
6. Favorite quote?
I don’t really have a favorite quote. What does that say about me as a person? Someone can feel free to answer that and if you want to share your favorite quotes too all the better.
7. Blue or Black ink?
8. What’s the most sentimental thing you own?The thing you can’t ever imagine giving away or getting rid of.
My high school ring; my grandmother bought it for me. I lost it once in my backyard and was really upset about it. My then boyfriend was awesome though and got a metal detector and searched all day while I was at work for it. I’m glad to have it back.
9. Do you like your name? If not, rename yourself.
I like it now, but wasn’t such a fan when I was younger. My mom told me that she and my dad considered naming me Jocelyn and I had always wished they had. I’m kind of over it at this point, though I still wish people could spell it right!
10. If you could have a guest role on any TV show (let’s be real, we’re all probably thinking Arrow) what would your role be?
I’d want to be on Star Trek! It’s not even on any more but that would be my first choice. Otherwise, maybe Sleepy Hollow? Or Almost Human, sadly this is also a pipe dream. Why must they cancel all the good shows? So much sadness.
No questions/tags from me since I’m answer this like 900 weeks after I was tagged. Sorry!
fandom please I implore you all to talk about Dean Thomas more
literally yelling for a red card during a Quidditch match
painting a potter for president banner for his friend HOW CUTE
offering to forge a signature so that same friend could go to the village with the rest of them
actually he paints banners supporting Harry on two separate occasions four years apart
is it weirder that he keeps doing that or that Harry keeps getting himself into situations where he requires banners
good with a quill be still my beating heart the boy is an artist
literally not giving a single fuck that their teacher was a “dangerous half-breed” because he respected the hell out of him as a person and educator
IF YOU MEAN PROFESSOR LUPIN, HE WAS THE BEST WE EVER -
and he grew up as a muggle so he had already been exposed to werewolf folklore and he had every excuse to be afraid or prejudiced and instead decided to judge him on a human level, even without the familiarity the trio etc. had to him
standing up for that same teacher time and time again
including to a ministry official who he just generally gave the sass to anyway
never losing his faith in Harry even when his very best friend in the whole world and approximately 89% of the wizarding community basically thought the bloke was a nutjob
convincing his best mate to join DA
there was a fair bit of an anti-dean sentiment in HBP best to ignore that then
never having any animosity towards his friend for getting together with his ex-girlfriend so soon
completely supporting and defending Harry while on the run because OBVIOUSLY why stop now after seven years of doing literally that at every single opportunity
being completely bemused by but always kind towards Luna
helping to dig the grave on the beach
running out into the final battle without a fucking wand
evidently winning one at some point
everything to do with him and Seamus however you want to view their relationship but frankly I could do a whole other post on that
Lying in his bed in the cover of darkness, his arm curved securely around her, her head resting on his shoulder, she thinks that this might be better than anything else ever. She runs her fingers along his muscled chest, tracing letters and words; his arm tightens around her, and she realizes he understood what she’d been writing.
“You don’t have to say it back,” she whispers.
“I know,” he says as he rolls her so she’s lying on his chest and their noses are touching. His fingers tickle her back; she kisses him hard as she realizes he’s writing, “I love you, too.”
darcy/bucky prompt: bucky being especially protective of darcy.
Most days are not good. Most days it’s a struggle to feel like a person, much less the person that Steve or Natasha expect him to be. It’s a little suffocating at times, because he’s finding that he is neither Bucky with his charm and ease, nor is he really the asset, ruthless and uncaring.
James doesn’t know what to do with his feelings. He can hardly identify them as feelings, just a sense of freeform rage and anger, and confusion. Confusion above all else. Nothing is like he recognizes, because his memories encompass overlapping decades. He watches television, remember going to the pictures with Steve, remembering the precious few minutes of downtime he might get in a mission or before it was back to the chair and back to being nothing.
He finds a little more comfort in the company of people who have very little to expect from him. That’s how he met Darcy, who came into the fold with her boss under a great deal of protest, mostly from Foster and Darcy themselves. They thrived on their independence and being sent to the new Avengers Tower for their own safety was not something that made them very happy.
But for all of that, and no matter how much Darcy refers to the tower as her gilded jail cell, she does take to the place, and seems to expand to fill every damn crevice.
It’s not until he starts to settle, and is in the process of rectifying his disparate selves that he realizes just how much time they spend together. Apparently, one of the spaces she’s filled is an empty one next to him. Steve’s started to rib him about asking the poor girl out already, so she can find out what an asshole he is and spare herself the misery of pining after him.
He can’t possibly do that though. Bucky feels comfortable with his name, but not so much with his manners yet. Taking a girl out, well, that implies a lot more than just being able to smile the right way or at all, or remembering that he was a good shot even before the fall.
Darcy does manage to have a life outside of Foster, outside of Avengers, and spends a Saturday night here and there out with a mix of Stark employees and some of the very throughly vetted and very junior ex-SHIELD staff. People who, when Darcy invites Bucky to go with, look at him and then move the fuck on from knowing who he is. They seem like good people, a little loud and rowdy for the sedate bar they descend upon to play trivia games.
They end up ditching her one night to go play darts at the bar across the street with some rubes who don’t have mandatory weapons training, without even informing her first. Bucky’s heckling some idiot at a pool table, and notices that Darcy comes back from the bar to an empty table with a pitcher of beer. She looks around awkwardly before sitting down and refilling her glass and struggles to maintain her composure.
Bucky’s had enough of badmouthing would be hustlers, had enough of people who can still fucking walk after hurting someone to the quick, and it seems to just be the one goddamn constant in this world. Darcy doesn’t sip at her beer, she drinks down half in just a few gulps and looks miserable after she does.
He starts his way back over to slide in next to her in the booth.
“Well, at least you’re still here,” Darcy tries for a bravado and utterly fails.
“Looks like you could use some help with that,” He grabs the pitcher and pours into his own glass, “Unless you want me to carry you out.”
“You got a lot of practice with that?”
“More than my fair share.”
Darcy slumps against the back of the booth, “Well at least they didn’t leave me completely alone this time.”
Anger feels like fire in the back of his throat, and Bucky’s got instincts again that he has to put out with a drink, “They do this often to you?”
“I don’t think it’s on purpose. I’m just the latecomer, “ she takes another drink, “So sometimes they forget how to count on their way out. I’ve only been left with the tab once though.”
“I wouldn’t forget you,” he says, he promises. He’s done with forgetting. He wants to remember everything. Bucky wants to remember how to charm and saunter, how to make a girl smile when she hasn’t got much reason to. Wants to give Darcy a reason to, “So why don’t we finish this and I’ll walk you home, Darce.”
Darcy loops a lock of hair around her finger, “Can I hold your hand on the way?”
“I think we manage that at least,” Bucky says with a full smile, “I’ll even let you put your arm around my waist as we walk, if you’d like.” He promises, he promises because he remembers.
Bucky Barnes is not the type of man to get out of a good bed until he has to. He enjoys sleeping in. He loves overly squishy mattresses. Warm comforters are some of life’s simple joys.
Darcy’s bed is a very good bed. The ‘very’ part comes from the fact nine times out of ten it has Darcy in it because Darcy is the type of person who never uses a desk and instead spreads everything over her mattress to work. This means that if Bucky can handle his back being the resting place of a notebook or three he can generally spend all day wrapped around his girlfriend.