My type

[madmeemey]

i have a type: the meme

How to play:

• Post with your character.
• Describe their preferences for a romantic partner or just a person they wanna bang/smooch in a generalized way.
  
• This is shown to EVERYBODY.
  
• Reply to those comments indulging, teasing, mocking, being scandalized or so on.
  
• Or you can just go the lazy route, like certain songs.

Comments

[ceptme]

So next time come back you "yeah, you, dipshit"? I'll bear it in mind [He huffs a laugh and takes another drink] C'mon, you know I ain't any better off with this kinda shit.

I'm down to see how bad we fuck it up if you are though.

[endof_theline]

Yeah... yeah, exactly like that.

[Well- Rocket did say he was into shitshows. This is about as shitshow as it gets.

He smiles, but then it turns a little sad.]

And if it ends up with you kickin' me off'a the ship cause you can't take it anymore?

[ceptme]

[He winces faintly. It's a fair question]

Kick my ass for bein' a dickhead? [It's only half a joke]

Once we're on Knowhere there's plenty room to avoid each other if it gets weird. Can always stick with separate squads for missions and shit. But it's, yeah— [He shrugs] I mean, if it's a dealbreaker, it's a dealbreaker.

[endof_theline]

[ He sighs, dragging is hand through his hair. ]

That sounds... pretty terrible. You worked this whole thing out for me. Getting to be on this ship, on this mission, starting over in a way. I don't want things to get weird. I don't wanna fuck it up. Especially not with you.

[ceptme]

[He gives another slow exhale that's somewhere between a sigh and a mirthless breath of a laugh. The smile he gives is a thin, wry thing]

One of them "maybe in some other lifetime" things, huh?

Slow burn, 14 chapters, 34,467 words.

[endof_theline]

Yeah...maybe.

[He feels like shit about this. He's scared. He's stronger than almost everyone on earth but when it comes to matters of the heart- he's nothing but scared.]

I'm still really interested in getting to know you better though.

I'm losing my entire mind, it's beautiful. They're so bad at this.

[ceptme]

[That startles a genuine laugh out of him] Y'know, comin' from just about anyone else that'd sound like a line, but from you I buy it.

Don't you worry pal, in a week we're gonna be neck deep in some pain in the ass mission.

THEY ARE ;___; we need to put them in scenarios where they just cant resist anymore lol

[endof_theline]

[ At least Rocket can laugh about it, and isn't hating on him. ]

Not a line, I swear.

See now those? Those I'm good at.

oh yeah, we put them in enough Situations we can definitely get them to accidentally fuck about it

[ceptme]

Gimme some nice straightforward gettin' shot at over this "havin' actual feelings" bullshit any day.

Dangerous missions are GREAT for that.

[endof_theline]

[ That doesn't hit the way Rocket might think it will. It makes him feel a little guilty, and a whole lot broken. The caring, the feelings, they don't just go away because you're too scared to face it all. Rocket is better off, though. He knows that much. ]

Couldn't agree more. We should have another drink to that, yeah?

[He grabs the bottle and refills both of them, then holds his glass up.]

[ceptme]

[In a lot of ways he's got it easier. Can't miss what you never had, right? Sure, the opportunity slipping by stings some — that wistful maybe becoming a tough luck buddy — but even this is still closer than he's ever been to figuring this kind of real people shit out]

You got it, pal [He tops off both glasses and lifts his own, holding it out to clink with a wry half smile] To not fuckin' it up?

[endof_theline]

To not fucking it up. That's a tough one.

[He clinks his glass, then takes a long drink. Placebo effect and all.]

How much longer till we get to Knowhere?

[ceptme]

'Nother couple hours. We're through the last jump point [A fact which probably comes as welcome news to someone who's never travelled interstellar before; even for an experiencd spacer, a rough jump can still make you seasick as hell] Just cruisin' home now.

[endof_theline]

[ He's got a strong stomach, and a body that doesn't know up from down a lot of the time. He feels like he's been doing pretty alright. ]

I wanna see more of the stars and space. Where's the best place on the ship to view em?

[ceptme]

Cockpit, probably. Guess you seen that already though [He pauses, considering; after a moment a slow grin starts to spread over his face] Yeah, we can do better than that. C'mon.

[He grabs the bottle and starts leading the way down towards the cargo bay]

[endof_theline]

Had a feeling you knew a better place.

[He grins, getting up to follow Rocket. He's glad things aren't messed up or weird between them now. That's exactly what he was trying to avoid.]

[ceptme]

[There's a control panel beside the cargo ramp; he stops at it for a few moments, popping the casing open and casually pulling a tool out of his boot to make some adjustments. Apparently satisfied, he flips it shut again, tucks the tool away, and hits the release.

The hatch opens slowly with a low, metallic groan that shudders through the deck underfoot. Bottle in hand, Rocket steps down onto the lowering ramp. Beyond, the faintest shimmer of a shield mesh here and there is the only thing between them and an endless glittering vault of stars]

[endof_theline]

[ It really is something special, watching Rocket work. He's got all his tools, all his ways. Feels like there's nothing he can't fix.

When the hatch opens, Bucky follows him down to the ramp. He stops, looking around, and his eyebrows go up slowly as he looks around. ]

Wow. This is incredible.

[ceptme]

[He drops down to sit on the steps, taking a lazy swig as he takes in the view. At that comment, he grins and offers the bottle]

View ain't so bad, huh?

[endof_theline]

Not at all. Not. At. All.

[He takes the bottle from Rocket, but only takes a small sip this time before he hands it back, then drops down next to Rocket.]

I used to think about this a lot when I was a kid. I remember that now. I was real into science fiction and fantasy.

[ceptme]

[He's a quiet for a long time as he looks out at the stars, toying absently with the bottle but not taking another drink]

...me too. It, uh. 'S how I picked my name, actually, the first time round. Used to think about just...flyin' away. Goin' anywhere else.

[endof_theline]

Rocket.... yeah, it's a good one. And you did it. After so much shit, you did it.

[It's admirable, as far as Bucky's concerned. It's hard to crawl out of a hole, especially when its been done to you. Bucky knows that well. But Rocket- he's open and adventurous, and does it all with flair.]

I can see why you like bein' out here so much. Hanging out on the rooftops in Brooklyn just doesn't compare.

[ceptme]

...yeah. Guess sometimes still bein' alive's the best fuck 'em you get, huh?

[He takes a slow drink, looking out at the stars. It's a familiar backdrop at this point, but it's still easy to get lost in it]

New York skyline sure ain't nothin' for a view [The Blip's not a time that has a lot of good memories, and even some of the better ones sting with how many people they'd lost setting things right again, but...even so, he's developed a certain fondness for the city in the time he's spent on Earth. Mostly it's the people. You've gotta respect a citizenry that'll take one look at a world-ending alien invasion and immediately start bitching about how bad the rebuild's gonna fuck up traffic]

[endof_theline]

I'm startin' to think that's true, yeah.

[Took him a long while to get there, though. But this? This is nice. He would've missed this if he'd have ended it before.]

Yeah, don't get me wrong- I love it there too. It's a real special place. Always really damn relieved it's still standing. But sometimes it's good to get away.

[He hesitates, then adds.]

There're a lotta memories tied to that place.

[ceptme]

[It's not a thought that's easy to wrap his head around. Anything like a home he's ever had came...after. Before the Milano, every planet he'd passed through, every ship he'd stolen all blur together. But with that thought comes the memory of having to get back aboard knowing that everyone else was fucking gone, and...yeah. Yeah, he gets how sometimes memories — even the good ones — can hurt more than they help]

Guess I can see how it wouldn't be so easy movin' on when you got the past smackin' you in the face every time you turn round [He passes the bottle over. He knows fine well the contents aren't going to do anything, but it's more about the gesture]