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Day 16: Demon
This is my rockstar demon oc Phoenix, she use to look a little bit different but I think she’s rockin the neko look
falling a little bit in love with every single girl rock band vocalist featured in NEO TWEWY
slash, guns n' roses.
gumball, rockstar, parfait, and cherry cookie are sibling figures to each other;;;;i dont know their relationship in canon idfc they are siblings
My rdr2 online character, Mirabel 🤓
What's your favorite Taylor Swift bridge?
For me it's probably, DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS and ALL TOO WELL
EARTHWORM JiM 3D Interplay / Rockstar Games Nintendo 64 1999
You had been off tour for weeks at this point, helping some friends on another tour, and Bucky was getting antsy. Sure, you weren’t together or anything—Bucky didn’t do girlfriends, or dating, or being exclusive—but there felt like there was something missing when you were gone. Maybe it was the way he missed your perfume as you hurried past him to fix something going wrong at front of house, or the way you laughed when Natasha teased you about watching the show from the rigging above the stage, like she did every show. Maybe it was the way your fingers felt so soft against his cheeks as you kissed him, somehow knowing instinctually how he liked to be held, or how you breathed softly into his chest the few nights that you accidentally fell asleep in his hotel room.
He never wanted you to leave.
But Bucky Barnes wasn’t interested, of course. With dating came control, and Bucky hated being controlled. He was a rockstar, for god’s sake. He was the definition of uncontrollable.
Then why did he want to be near you so badly?
It didn’t help that this week was absolute hell on earth. Bucky had been in a constant battle with the lead singer, John, to change up the whole play style two years into being in a rock band. Sam, the lead guitar, and Bucky had been vehemently opposed, but John pushed relentlessly, and it was causing a lot of issues with the band. Bucky had been looking at other offers, and he knew Sam had already been headhunted by another rockband.
He was already losing his safe space, his best friend, potentially his career, and on top of it all, he might lose you too.
Not that it meant anything, of course. You weren’t dating.
Bucky checked his phone again for any text from you, but still nothing. He wasn’t sure why he was thinking you would text him. It’s not like you were dating. He didn’t want to date you.
He sighed heavily and opened your chat.
When’s your next stop?
Your response came almost immediately.
Buffalo—I finally have an off day. Why? What’s up? You okay?
Wanna meet up?
Buck, you’re in LA.
I’ll fly to NY. He bit his lip. You weren’t dating. You weren’t dating. You weren’t dating. He watched the three bubbles go up and down for a few minutes.
You know you can fuck someone else, we’re not exclusive. You don’t have to fly across the country if you want to fuck me.
That’s not it, I just . Bucky’s fingers hovered over the letters to type “I just miss you”, then he backspaced. That’s not it. I’m bored. Buffalo’s cool.
It’s snowing here rn. You hate snow.
Do you not wanna see me or something? Too busy with your other big shot friends?
Fucking hell, you’re so dramatic dude. Of course I wanna see you, I just don’t want you to waste money flying out here to see me for one day and then hating it the whole time.
Won’t hate it when you’re there. Bucky sent that one before he could change his mind. Maybe we could meet halfway? Get a hotel in Chicago?
There was a pause. Those damn three bubbles went up and down again.
Yeah, sure. Tickets to Chicago for the day are like. 100 with my discount. You’re paying for the hotel though. The three dots again. Horny bitch. See you soon.
Bucky’s heartbeat picked up, and he grinned softly as he opened his travel app.
He paced the hotel room nervously, checking his phone for texts from you. Your plane landed over an hour ago and he still hadn’t heard from you.
Maybe you hadn’t come, and this was all some fun prank on him. He was so stupid, theres no way you would fly so far just to see him, you were probably busy with all the friends you were making on your new tour, and then you would just leave on that tour and leave Steve and Nat and Loki and him, because the other tour wanted you more and no wonder, you were so smart and funny and kind and so good at your job—
There was a knock at the door and Bucky rushed forward to look through the peephole.
There you were, bundled up in that blue puffy jacket he always teased you that hated, a red beanie pulled over your hair, just your nose and eyes sticking out from behind a thickly knit scarf. He pulled the door open grinning down at you.
“Why is it so fucking cold,” you complained as you stepped into the hotel room, shaking off your coat and hat as you pulled them off. “I cant believe you flew to Chicago in the middle of January just to get a quickie—” you squealed as he cut you off, wrapping his arms around you, just breathing you in for a few minutes. You slowly slipped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he took a deep shaky breath.
“Missed you.” He breathed out, and in that moment, your heart broke for him. You slipped your fingers through his hair gently.
“Missed you too, Jamie.” You whispered and he almost instantly relaxed into your touch. You swallowed hard as you shut your eyes, just holding him close. Too bad we aren’t dating… crossed your mind briefly, but you pushed that thought away.
All black 🖤📞🏴☠️🕶🗝🕷♟
The Rolling Stones // 1963
The Rolling Stones // 1964