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❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ - from alex

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ). | @spiraree

Owen gave her a surprised look, “You think I’ve got a place to be picky when it comes to messed up? I don’t think I have any parts that aren’t messed up, I’m lucky you haven’t had me locked up.”

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//can we just talk about how fantastic Nikita fight scenes are???

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Owen rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, I’m not looking to bring the wrath of the United States Military onto us, no one is gonna trace that back to us, and now anybody that did see anything, probably ain’t gonna be itching to talk about it.”

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“ As… mature as that input was, it’s beside the point. We’re trying to operate discreetly. ” An understatement. They had to remain  i n v i s i b l e  - NONEXISTENT - to the rest of the world, or the consequences would quite literally come crashing down around their heads. “ So you need to think before you act. We can’t afford to be CARELESS. ”

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“Denying the facts doesn’t change the truth.”

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❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞

“You didn’t have to exist, and yet.”

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SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

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He flinched when he felt her tug on his arm, it was a gentle reminder that he was going to have to explain this super irrational behavior. He looked back at her, and she didn’t look mad, concerned perhaps but not mad. Maybe that was a good sign, maybe it was just a sign that they were in a public place and she didn’t want to make more of a scene than he already had, either way there wasn’t much other choice than to follow her out.

He cast his eyes downward as they walked towards the door, following closely behind her. The moment they got out the door he began to apologize. “I’m sorry about that, I just-” He paused, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t out his cover, or make him look like a dick, not much was coming to mind though, “I thought he was someone I knew.”

    “ o w e n  —- ”  his  name  had  been  swept  along  by  a  soft  gasp  as  she  caught  his  final  four  words.  the  last  thing  she  wanted  was  for  the  situation  to  spiral  out  of  control ,  and  if  this  guy  that  owen  had  just  told  to  ‘ back  the  fuck  up ’  had  any  connection  to  RUSSIA ,  he  could  be  putting  himself  in  some  very  real  danger.  UNKNOWINGLY,  for  her.  she  took  hold  of  owen’s  arm  with  a  feather - light  grip,  hoping  that  if  nothing  else  it  would  stop  him  from  throwing  a  punch,  and  quickly  surveyed  the  stranger  ——    definitely  a  stranger.  there  was  not  even  the  slightest  spark  of  recognition  between  them,  which,  though  inconclusive  evidence,  did  give  some  peace  of  mind.

    “ owen,  please?  let’s  go. ”  she  gave  his  arm  a  gentle  tug  and  reassigned  her  focus  entirely  to  him:  large,  blue  eyes  pleading  her  case.

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Owen pushed through a separate route to the door, and tried to keep Alex in front of him at all times. He could see the man change directions to follow him, something he had really hoped had just been a coincidence was starting to look like a credible threat. “Goddammit.” He murmered under his breath, trying to think of a plan that would keep her safe without blowing his cover. Turning around suddenly, he faced the possible assailant with about 3 inches between them in that crowded room. “Hey buddy, we gotta problem here or are you gonna back the fuck up.” He tried for a jealous boyfriend vibe, while simultaneously flashing the gun in his waistband as subtly as possible.

The guys eyes got wide at the sudden confrontation, and even more so (if it were even possible) when he spotted the gun. “Woah, I-I don’t want any trouble, just looking for my friends.” Either he was a really good liar, or Owen had made a mistake.

     RUSSIAN  BORN  though  she  may  be,  she  had  consumed  enough  american  media  (  in  preparation  for  posing  as  a  u.s. citizen  and  even  prior  to  that,  though  it  had  been  kept  secret  from  her  papa,  because  she  enjoyed  it  )  to  know  what  ‘ wanna  get  out  of  here? ’  usually  meant.  she  was  a  rabbit  caught  in  the  headlights ,    trapped  between  this  potential  threat  and  the  confusion  bred  from  his  comment,  until  ice - cream  elevated  some  of  the  pressure.  at  least  for  now.            “    ah,  SURE!    ice - cream  would  be  great.    ”    a  glance  in  the  direction  of  the  unidentified  male  told  her  there  he  was  still  headed  their  way  and  she  pulls  the  strap  of  her  bag  onto  her  shoulder  ——    a  duo  of  worry  lines  appearing  at  the  bridge  of  her  nose.             “  let’s  go.    ”

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           so  i  just  reached  a  milestone  i  honestly  never  thought  i’d  get  to  with  alex.  not  because  i  didn’t  think  that  her  character  was  engaging  enough  (  i  did !!  )  or  because  i  worried  that  i  wouldn’t  have  enough  muse  to  continuously  write  for  her  (  i  do !!  )  but  because  i  knew  the  nikita  community  was  so  tiny  that  there  was  no  guarantee  anyone  would  want  to  interact  with  her.  i  was  almost  certain  that  there  be  a  place  for  her  here.  BOY ,  WAS  I  WRONG.  literally  HUNDREDS  OF  YOU  have  embraced  her  and  i  am  so  thankful  for  that.  so,  without  further  ado,  here’s  just  a  little  something  to  call  out  just  a  few  of  you  personally   ——  to  tell  you  that  alex  and  i  appreciate  you  so  so  much ! !  

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Owen tensed, “Huh, he seems real interested in something over here.” He couldn’t help but notice that the guy didn’t look like someone that would be found in a college bar, he looked just slightly too old for it, not to mention he looked just a little too inhibited for it, the good news was if he was actually here for Alex he had to be an amateur, he wasn’t even trying to blend in. “Wanna get out of here?” He tried to sound casual, but he doubted that’s how it came out. “I’m craving some ice cream.” He added, slightly more convincingly. They’d still have to get by the potential threat, but he’d have a better advantage standing in the crowd than sitting in a cramped booth.

     lips  that  had  been  wrapped  around  the  black  straw  poking  it’s  head  out  of  her  drink  had  now  formed  a  small  ‘ o ’  as  she  followed  owen’s  line  of  sight.  even  having  consumed  more  alcohol  than  she  was  used  to,  she  could  never  forget  WHO  SHE  WAS    ——–    or  how  much  danger  she  could  suddenly  find  herself  in.    she  spots  the  man  in  question,  easily  distinguished  by  the  beeline  he  was  making  in  their  direction.        “    i  don’t  —-      think  so?    ”

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❝  i didn’t start this thing to CLEAN UP THE STREETS . i didn’t start it because i’m a GOOD GUY or a HERO . i just want to pay my bills like everyone else and this is something i’m GOOD at . this city turned me into a FREAK , the least it can do is PAY ME THE FUCK BACK .  ❞            DESDEMONA . independent original character in the dc comics universe .penned by jaycee 

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I’m a mess of person but I’m loyal and I’ll love you with everything I have.

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“Sorry honey, don’t need saving, and got no plans for runnin’.” He aimed his gun at the approaching figures. “I’ve got some questions that need answers, and they’re gonna give ‘em.”