I'm Cheryl. I'm no one special, just an office worker / piano player / cat lover.
Come talk to me, I don't bite.

(RP blog. FC: Christina Applegate. None of these pics or gifs is mine.)




"I see."  Cheryl thought quietly, gently petting Allie’s hair.  "This is probably a delicate subject, but…" she began, hesitantly.  "Um….what does your dad think about all of this?"

She honestly had no idea how to reply to that. Since the attack at Cheryl’s house with the Hunters, Allie had little to no contact with her father and mother to begin with, in addition Tony just seemed to work a lot down at the garage, or was with her baby siblings when he wasn’t. She closed her eyes, sighed through her nose, and answered honestly.

"I don’t know."

"Oh."  An awkward silence filled the room.  "Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to make you sad.  I just….You know, your dad must be feeling something at the prospect of….”  Losing his whole family, she almost said.  ”Um…how are the twins?” she swiftly changed the subject.

Spies like us - Cheryl/Cris



"Sure does.  Any cabbie can get you there.  That’s in Mount Vernon."  Cheryl fished a pad and pencil out of her purse and scribbled her email and cell phone number on a piece of paper, handing it to Cris.  "Stay in touch," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.  "Don’t be a stranger."

“I won’t, I promise.”  Cris blushed at the kiss, not being used to such affection.  “I’ll see you soon, Cheryl.” He waved as he tucked the piece of paper into his pocket and went to find a cab.  

"Bye!"  She waved until a cab carried her new friend out of sight.  Then she pulled her jacket on and headed back toward work.  She hoped he’d been telling the truth about inviting her to a party with Tony Stark.  She walked back to the office with a spring in her step.

Grace under fire - Cheryl/Samandriel



Cheryl smiled at him.  ”That’s the spirit, Samandy.  Don’t let it get you down.  Don’t give up.”  She leaned against him on the couch, her fingers petting the back of one of his hands.  ”Do you want any popcorn or anything while we’re watching TV?”

Samandriel shock his head and smiled softly at her. “No thank you. I’m still not hungry. I….I might just go lay down soon.” He said laying his legs down and chewing on his lip. 

"If that’s what you wanna do," she said softly, petting his hair.  She paused for a moment, then hesitantly went on.  "You know, if it would help you not have nightmares, you know, I could….sleep with you.  I mean…just sleep.  Just hold you and lie beside you.”  She was blushing badly now.

Anonymous asked
'pinned' (cardinalarmandrichelieu)

Send me ‘pinned’ and my character will react to yours pinning them against the wall

Cheryl was making her way down the halls of the palace, completely lost.  For the life of her she couldn’t remember if Cardinal Richelieu’s office was in the north or south wing.  Suddenly the breath was knocked out of her as the cardinal himself emerged from the shadows, pushing her hard against the wall and holding her there.  ”Oh, gods, Armand,” she gasped, looking up into his piercing eyes.  ”You…you startled me.”


cheryl1967 asked
"Hello there! I'm Cheryl."




"So what are you meant to be, other than just you? My handler? My Babysitter? Tell me this is Stark’s idea of a joke…” 

She shuddered. “We should stop them,” she said decidedly. “We can’t let people like that start the apocalypse. We can’t let them force you and your wife to battle each other. Surely there’s something we can do.”

"Much easier said than done, given that much of their work takes place beyond your world’s influence, not to mention my fetters and restrictions here. We were making progress, until all of this…"
He shook his head.
"If it were a case of setting us loose in an arena, it would be easy to thwart them; we would simply sit down and refuse to fight, but it is not so clear cut as that."

"Is she…still alive?  Out there somewhere?"  Cheryl raised her hopeful face to his.  "You could get away.  Somehow.  You’re clever, you can escape fetters and restrictions.  You could be happy again, you and her."  A touch of disappointment showed in her eyes.  She wished she could spend more time with the Asgardian.

cheryl1967 asked
"Hello! I'm Cheryl."


"Um. Hello there. I’m Jemma."


"Can I help you with something, Cheryl?"

"Oh, no, I’m fine.  I just like meeting new people."  She put out a hand to shake.  "Nice to meet you, Jemma."

cheryl1967 asked
"Hello, I'm Cheryl."




The fawn hues traveled upward, to gaze upon the unexpected individual before himself. A furrowed brow was raised, as he began to initiate the female. With merely detached rims, he uttered “Hello, pleasure meeting your  acquaintance, miss”. Straightening his wooden back, he blinked a few, minor times through his lengthy and delicate lashes.


{{Hello there, dear!~ ^-^}}

She began to relax in earnest, breathing more freely.  ”Okay,” she said sternly, still glaring.  ”I have no choice but to take your word for it.”  She ran her fingers through her hair, looking puzzled.  ”I just want your people and my people to get along, that’s all.”

                    ██▓▓▒▒░░✖————If no conflict emerges within us, then I assume none of us will struggle in war among each other either.Sasori tried out a soothing monotone. He was almost certain he, or any other around wouldn’t find themselves as obligated as to deposit attacks among the citizens in Chery’s world. Only than shall it proceed if disturbance is found which one of those innocent people had happened to pull off with the AKatsuki.

                    ✖  ❝Hm, and since I do know quite much you supposedly have no knowledge at all of this world, I might be able to show you around tomorrow, how about it?a take it or leave it offer given.

"Sounds good," Cheryl said with a slight grin, nodding her head.  "I’m a bit tired, actually.  I’m going to lie down and try to get some sleep."  She hesitated a moment, then stepped forward and gave Sasori a light hug.  "Thank you for everything."

Anonymous asked
Dr. Strangelove wheeled himself over to Cheryl, though he found it exponentially odd that she would be tied to a chair. "Mein fräulein who has done this to you," he asked as he rolled toward her. The doctor took note of her panting, and the sweat rolling down her cheeks. "Are you alright?" He ventures to ask.




(I should have known it was you XD)

She turned her face to him desperately, flushed and sweating.  ”Doctor,” she panted, “I’m—I have—”  She wasn’t sure quite how to explain the situation to a relative stranger.  ”…..sex pollen,” she muttered, hanging her head, embarrassed.  ”I’m…extremely…aroused.”

Gasping for air, she tossed her head to get her hair out of her face. “I don’t suppose….you have any means of… of providing me some…relief….”

Dr . Strangelove took a moment to think on what she had asked. Though it seemed his gloved hand was already taking up the offer. The unruly limb snaked over to her thigh from the knee, moving up slowly. “Well I don’t know that is best,” He said, unaware of his hand at the moment.

Cheryl continued to breathe faster, her bound hands twisting behind her back.  ”I know…it’s not….proper…” she gasped, silently watching his gloved hand move up her thigh.