#mcltitcdes

[imxthexhandler]

( @mcltitcdes​)

#v: Compassion is essential to a Jedi's life #The Order #General Kenobi #[He has the high ground <3] #mcltitcdes #Obi-Wan muse #[You're the home my heart searched for so long <3] #(I found this Obidala fanart) #(I cannot find the artist) #(if you do find out please let me know so I can credit) #(not my art) #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[nageill]

“If we only had more time.”

For @koiwrites​/ @mcltitcdes​- Because I couldn’t stop crying at that reply, and it wouldn’t leave me alone for this, lol. I normally would have posted this under my rp blog, yes, but given the current situation there, I’m posting it here. I just got so inspired by that one line in our RP thread, so six songs for the six episodes of the Kenobi series.

1.) “What If” // Kate Winslet.

2.) “If I Never Knew You” // Shanice and Jon Secada.

3.) “God Only Knows” // Beach Boys.

4.) “I Promise You” // Judith Owen.

5.) “Can’t Help Falling in Love” // VoicePlay.

6.) “Time to Say Goodbye” // Dan Vasc and Rehn Stillnight.

#Playlists by Ephi! #Graphics by Ephiny #koiwrites #mcltitcdes #muse: Ris Daibhéid #fandom: Star Wars #[[You're the home my heart searched for so long <3 // (ObiRis)]] #Playlist- If we only had more time #Obi-Wan x OC

[youxknowxaxdrink]

tag yourself - geographic types

REPOST DON’T REBLOG

tagged by: more like encouraged by @indyflanery​.

tagging: @mcltitcdes​ (Alexis); @becomelions​ (Nick)-- and anyone else who wants to play! Tag me in your results!

forest:

won’t let others break their friend’s hearts, can’t get enough of the drug-like caffeine, clearing their throat as a type of warning, crawling back to their poisonous lover, let’s not be caught on fire

field:

coming home from work and getting that instant relief at the sight of their bed, waiting for their partner to give them the green light, creating their glorious empire out of mud and dirt

city:

definitely has a day mode and night mode for their behavior, going to light it all up one day, nothing but a lost cause, late because they’re stuck in traffic again, not wanting to accept they are the one at fault

ocean:

swallowing up all negative feelings and never bringing them up again, nothing on their mind, peacefulness within violent waves of the oncoming emotions, learning to let go of toxic love

mountains:

manipulated words no longer dictate their actions, emotions going up the hill slowly and coming down crashing at once, can and will threaten others to ask them out on a date

jungle:

sharp claws ready to slash anyone they encounter, wild animals running wild, stronger due to all the stuff meant to kill them, definitely not dependent on love or the implied affections of it

desert:

their oasis resembles a dark empty room, blinded by the bright sunlight, it’s all or nothing, they just can’t be won by slight advances, overheating even in their short clothes, can go both extremes of the scale

polar region:

all ambitions are now called untouched territory, ignoring their mental health issues, struck by the sensations of nature, not quite ready for that question and answer session

#Nobody tells me what to do in my place // Aesthetic #I always queue you'd come walking back through my door

[imxthexhandler]

‘ give me the details. ’

( @missxbishx)

"Oh God, Kate! Come on, I haven't even taken off my coat yet!" she exclaimed slightly, laughing, surprised to the younger archer waiting for her RIGHT THERE at the Compound.

She stepped around Kate, removing her blue trench coat as she walked. Her cheeks took on a pinkish hue, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Well, simply put--it was wonderful," she vaguely, shyly answered. She went into the kitchen, fixing herself a cup of coffee. She hadn't been this 'late' coming into the Compound since... Well, in a very long time!

She met her again outside the kitchen, her happy smile still on her face, holding her cup of coffee. "We met for coffee after his shift," Amelia began, regaling Kate with all the details from her first date, "Well, I had coffee, he had tea." Of course, Amelia made a note of what he ordered to maybe surprise him. "We just... We just talked. We talked for hours. Just...talked about everything, you know?"

"He told me about living in London, visiting Cairo, about the museum exhibits..." Her voice trailed off, her blush deepening, her smile growing. "We, um, we actually talked until closing time, so we went back to his place..."

Amelia let out a shy chuckle. "Oh God, I made a fool of myself, but he didn't take it badly, thankfully. We ended up on the couch, and..." She let out a happy sigh. "He's just so fascinating. It's nice not...having to pretend to be someone I'm not or worry about someone trying to get at the Avengers through me..." Her voice trailed off, smiling shyly as she fiddled with her half-empty coffee mug.

"I fell asleep on his couch. We both did. He surprised me this morning with a coffee and muffins," she added and took a big sip of her drink. "I... I think I'm falling in love with him." She let out a soft laugh. "I know, I know it's so sudden, I know it's crazy, but there's... There's just something about Steven. I've never...met anyone like him, Kate. I haven't felt this way about someone in...in a long, long time. A long time."

"He's really special, Kate."

#missxbishx #give me details! #mcltitcdes #Steven Grant muse #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[imxthexhandler]

( @mcltitcdes​ )

#v: Project Nightshade #mcltitcdes #Dean muse #because a certain demon hunter was POUTING! #jk jk we love you Dean #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[imxthexhandler]

🥃🥃🥃

For every 🥃 my muse gets– they have to take a shot and share a personal fact about themselves that not many know about! ----------------------------

( @mcltitcdes)

“Okay, okay, so... It wasn’t Hulk that broke the big screen TV in the living room at the Tower... That was me. Yup. Me. I chucked my phone at it because J. Jonah Jameson pissed me off with his news report. Sorry, Brucie!”

“And okay, okay, sometimes...when I’m in a time crunch, or I’m at the office late...sometimes...I buy the cookies. I don’t always make them. I’m sorry! Sometimes, I just get really tired, you guys!”

“Sometimes, when I’m deciding on which ‘fire’ to put out first, I’ll use a d20 dice roller from DnD Beyond to help me decide what gets taken care of first... What? That is a totally valid decision making technique!”

...Okay, who let the handler have Asgardian mead again??

#mcltitcdes #The Team #(basically...all your Avenger muses lol) #tw drinking #tw alcohol #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[imxthexhandler]

A/N: So, thanks to the Kenobi mini-series coming up later this month and my enabler friend @koiwrites​, I’ve really been loving the Star Wars verses for my muse. And whelp, in honor of “Spicy Sundays”, I got the inspo. for this and had to write it.

Title: Focus. Fandom: Star Wars (Prequel Trilogy). Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi; Bail Organa (Mentioned); Original Characters. Pairing(s): Obi-Wan x Original Character. Words: 831. Status: One-Shot; Complete. Dedication: To Koi ( @koiwrites​). Thank you for indulging me about our muses. Content Warning(s): Smut.

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“Ris…”

The way her name falls from his lips never fails to make her shiver.

Her heart races as she tangles her hands into his hair, literally pulling him close against her, stealing another kiss with a hum. If it were possible to become intoxicated merely from kissing him, the young senatorial aide would be drunk. His warm body is pressed flushed against hers, and yet, it is still not close enough.

Long has she thought about this, in the dark, still nights within the Archives at the Temple, growing up alongside him.

Now, instead, they are inside her apartment suite on Coruscant. The lights from the city’s night skyline shone through the windows, bathing them both in shades of blues and silvers. He is the most handsome man in the galaxy. Ris thought so for years, but right now, with him reclining on her bed, with her seated on his lap, Obi-Wan Kenobi was absolutely breathtaking.

She is panting for breath, her hands trembling with excited anxiousness as they glide down his torso to his waist, eagerly untying his belt. She opens up his tunic, gazing lovingly at his form, her hands gently touching his body where before she only dreamed.

Ris never was intimate with anyone before; nor had she felt any desire, save for Obi-Wan. She initially worried about her lack of experience, but it seemed her body could work based on instinct. Her hips ground against his groin, feeling his own excitement grow below her. By the Maker, his size was impressive, even fully clothed like this.

Being this close to her childhood friend was already more than she ever hoped for, and it felt wonderful. Ris could stay making out with him like this for the rest of the night, and it would have been satisfying for her, but sensing Obi-Wan’s desire mirrored her own, it was clear they both wanted more than simple kisses.

“Oh, Obi…” she happily sighs, kissing him again as they continued undressing.

Pressure was starting to build within her abdomen, her body growing warmer, feeling his bare hands squeeze her hips and gently cup her breasts. Obi-Wan gently switched their positions, lying her back on the soft sheets, and settling in between her legs. The plump tip of his manhood probed her entrance, and she was already wet and ready for him. She hooked a leg around his waist, rubbing up against him, a subtle plead to her lover to continue. And then, he filled her.

They were joined as one, physically and even on a deeper level through the Force. She felt his heart race as did hers, felt the swell of his pleasure grow steadily as they moved together and his… Love. Ris felt his love for her radiate through him like light from a sun. It was overwhelming, beautiful, indescribable…

Although her empathic abilities were great, and Ris remembered clearly the emotions and sensations felt when she accidentally discovered Anakin and Padme, this was more than she ever experienced, better than the young woman ever fantasized.

Tears stunned her eyes as Obi-Warn gently grabbed hold of her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. Her breaths came in pants and moans as her body grew warmer, almost trembling with anticipation. She gazed up at him, and her heart fluttered at the sight of his adoring smile. She squeezed his hand, her thighs quivering, her body growing closer and closer to her own climax. It was too difficult to speak what she was feeling in the moment, so she tried to communicate through their Force bond instead:

OBI-WAN, I LOVE YOU. I *LOVE* YOU!

…

Ris awoke with a start, gasping and panting for breath as she glanced around the darkened room. Alone. Quiet. Late… It was all simply a dream, Ris lamented with a frown as she sat up. Her body was covered with sweat, and she tossed back the blanket, feeling her sleep clothes cling to her body as she slowly calmed down in the aftermath of her dream.

This was the fourth dream within the past seven days she had about her dear childhood friend.

The familiar ache and disappointment swelled up within her as she sighed heavily, holding her head with her hands for a moment. She focused on the light scent of the incense she burned earlier that evening, purposely and slowly taking deep breaths.

Kenobi, Skywalker, and Tano were to accompany herself along with Senator Organa and Ver on a diplomatic mission. They were set to depart for this mission today.

…By the Maker, how was she going to ever face the Jedi Master if she couldn’t stop dreaming about him?...

Another heavy sigh left her. There was not much to do now, she bitterly thought, other than to take a cold shower then meditate before it was time to meet with the Senator. Perhaps then, she could manage to keep him out of her heart mind to focus on the mission…

…She couldn’t.

#Drabble post #Ephiny writes #graphics by Ephiny #v: Compassion is essential to a Jedi's life #(long post) #koiwrites #mcltitcdes #Obi-Wan muse #[You're the home my heart searched for so long <3] #redacted (nsfw)

[imxthexhandler]

Word association - Happiness.

Let's play the 'Word Association Game'! Send my muse a word, any word, and they'll respond with the first word that comes into their head. --------------------------

( @shireentheunburnt; @mcltitcdes)

"Eros."

#shireentheunburnt #thank you hun! #mcltitcdes #Warren muse #[I never knew I'd find an angel then out of the blue you came to me. <3] #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[imxthexhandler]

📂📂📂📂📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have. ---------------------------

( @mcltitcdes- I couldn't decide if it should be focused on our PR AU or with the Moon boys, so...)

v: Cancelling the Apocalypse

The first person Amelia talked about Joshua was Alexis. After that, every K-Day, Alexis sticks by Amelia's side unless she's on duty so she doesn't have to be alone. The tradition expanded to include Sonny as the three of them became best friends.

Amelia refuses to fly (unless it is absolutely necessary) if Axel is not the pilot. He is the only one she trusts. To try and keep her calm during flights, if they're alone, Axel will bust out singing his favorite karaoke songs, with Amelia singing along with him. Their favorite is "You Really Got Me". Axel prefers the Guns n Roses version, Amelia prefers The Kinks.

Nearing the time of the attack on the Breach, Amelia noticed Pentecost's repeated missed calls and messages from his private medical doctor. She confronted him about it a couple of times, each time with him denying it. After he was suited up in his dive suit, Amelia confronted him for the third time. The two had a brief argument before Amelia tearfully told him goodbye and thanked him for giving her a new life with the PPDC.

Amelia waited a year after Yancy's death before she tried to reach out to Raleigh, knowing on some level what he was going through and wanting to spare him the same despair that consumed her. He never contacted her back, but every three months, she kept trying to send him messages- whether by letter, by email, or by phone.

Mako was the one to teach Amelia how to speak Japanese. She found out Raleigh spoke it similar to the same way Mako did. She stated to Mako in Japanese (with Raleigh present) at the canteen, sipping on coffee, "He's cute. His attitude needs some work and his brother was better looking, but he is cute." Raleigh glanced up with a completely serious expression, staring at Amelia, "Oh, you think I'm cute?" Which made Amelia choke on her coffee and hiss at Mako for not telling her that he knew Japanese. Mako and Raleigh still tease her about it.

Moon Knight and Mr. Knight

Once Amelia and Steven started seeing each other, Amelia began experimenting with vegan recipes. To get a majority of the Avengers to try them, she usually has to leave out the fact that it's vegan.

Even though Amelia will straighten up the flat while they are away on business for Khonshu, she will not touch Steven's books. She will make sure they do not gather dust, and will clean underneath them, around them, but she always keeps the stacks right where Steven left them.

Both Steven and Marc can be very distracting when Amelia is trying to work on something. Marc is much more dramatic and direct, but Steven is just as bad, he's just more polite about it. Damn those brown eyes.

When Amelia was first interacting with Marc and Steven, she had an easy code with them to know who was fronting at the moment. Steven's was asking about tea time; Marc's was discussing the Cubs.

Amelia spent the night with Steven first during their first date. The two literally spent the night talking until they ended up falling asleep on the couch together. Marc was the first to spend the night at her apartment, surprising her with dinner and flowers.

#mcltitcdes #Raleigh muse #Pentecost muse #Sonny muse #Axel muse #Alexis muse #v: Cancelling the Apocalypse #Steven muse #[Sweet Sir Galahad <3] #Marc muse #[Grumpy Eagle <3] #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[imxthexhandler]

( @mcltitcdes)

After joining the PPDC, or rather, after Joshua's death during K-Day, Amelia threw herself into work, isolated herself from everyone, so lost in her grief and anger, she could only focus on her new job.

So, when she joined up at the Shatterdome in Hong Kong, she expected more just...being alone. She was not quite sure she would describe it as lonely, but it was a very solitary existence.

And yet, she came here, and despite not actively seeking it, Amelia found herself getting along with quite a number of the staff there, even, dare she say it, made friends.

One of them being Axel.

Axel's full name was Alejandro Alfonso Ramón Ramirez. He was an Air Force vet and a pilot (helicopter, not jaeger) at the Shatterdome. He was the first one she met.

Given he was Pentecost's personal pilot and with Amelia as the Marshal's assistant, they did spend a decent amount of time working together. Good thing they got along well.

Ironic how she considered her life over the moment she lost her brother, and now, she was hesitant to fully think about it, but it was like, she found another family.

And that included Axel.

So, on this particular day, she came in with cupcakes. Axel was the first one to spot 'em and take one for himself. Amelia swore he must have inhaled it, because the next thing she knew, the cupcake was gone with a Cheshire Cat grin.

"Did you even taste it?" Amelia chuckled, staring up at the pilot as she calmly picked at her muffin, smiling.

"Hey, it's a compliment!" Axel declared.

Her eyes caught sight of his hand, giggling once more. "Um, Axel? You got a little bit on your hand there," she pointed out.

He glanced down, seeing the smear of chocolate frosting on his hand. He smirked, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Wait. What are you-- Aw, come on, Axel! Don't lick it! We have napkins!" Amelia declared with a groan as he proceeded to lick his hand clean of every trace of the frosting.

"Good grief," she huffed under her breath. She couldn't help but shake her head and laugh.

"Yeah, it was good!" Axel chimed, all with a smile.

#v: Cancelling the Apocalypse #mcltitcdes #Axel muse #Good Grief

[imxthexhandler]

( @mcltitcdes)

"I cannot thank you enough for this, Bucky!" Amelia exclaimed as she let her neighbor into her apartment. "Are you sure this is no trouble?" she asked for probably the tenth time ever since Bucky said yes, her voice still sheepishly as she turned to look at him, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Yeah, of course it's no trouble," he tried to assure her for umpteenth time. "If it was, I wouldn't have said yes."

Was this request unusual? Yes, most definitely. This undoubtedly was the most bizarre thing Amelia has ever asked of another person. Still, she was most certainly grateful Bucky said yes.

She smiled with relief, her shoulders relaxing. "I-- Seriously, I can't thank you enough. You're really saving me here," she began. "Um, did you want something to drink before we go over the details?"

Bucky shrugged. "A beer if you have it?" he answered, trying to pick something that wouldn't be a hassle.

"Yeah, I have a couple left."

Good. Play hostess. You're good at that, Amelia. You can play hostess while you go over the details with your best friend ABOUT COMING ON YOUR HONEYMOON!

No. She had to stop thinking of it like that, or she was going to be too damned flustered to get through this.

She fetched Bucky a beer from her fridge, herself a glass of red wine. "Here you go!" she chimed, smiling, still a bit nervous. "Okay, um, so, it's a two week long trip," she explained, sitting down on the couch, and Bucky joined her. She picked up a pamphlet from the resort, handing it to Bucky to look through. "It's a suite, so there'll be plenty of room, and well, there are some activities already planned and paid for, but there's still plenty of free time, so you can pick some of the activities, too!" she tried to sell it.

Bucky, at least outwardly, calmly sipped his beer as she flipped through the brightly colored advertisement. He already made up his mind before he stepped into her apartment that he was going. He had been gifted a great opportunity here, and he was not going to squander it.

"Oh, what sort of activities?" he asked, truly curious as he glanced up at her.

"Oh, um, well, there's a spa trip, a stargazing night, but um, well... There's a Home of Middle-Earth tour. You don't have to go on it if you don't want to, but well, I just don't know when I'm going to get another chance to do this, so--"

"Certainty of death? Small chance of success? What are we waitin' for?" Bucky interrupted her with a smirk.

Amelia smiled, leaning back into the couch, the anxious knots untwisting inside her stomach. "Thank you again, Bucky. I promise, this is going to be a great trip.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." He held out his beer bottle towards her. "To adventure?"

"To adventure," she toasted, carefully clinking her wine glass against his beer before the pair were back going over the itinerary.

#v: Two tickets to Paradise #mcltitcdes #Bucky muse #A most unusual request

[imxthexhandler]

( @mcltitcdes)

"What?"

Amelia laughed, seeing Steve stare at her with an admiring smile. It was not the first time she caught such an expression from her husband before, but usually, even though she was shy about it, Amelia could pinpoint what she'd done or said to make him react so. But this time, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was drawing a blank.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, no reason," Steve answered casually.

"No, I know that smile. You don't smile like that for no reason," Amelia argued, chuckling as she re-tied her boots. "Now, why are you looking at me like that?" she repeated.

"Just because."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "See? This? This is why our son is stubborn," she remarked, "He picked it up from you."

"Oh, really now?" Steve laughed, his smile growing. "Because I would say he picked up that trait from you, dear."

"When have I ever been stubborn?" Amelia scoffed but was unable to hide back her own smile.

"You want an example from today or when we first met?" he teased.

"I'm not stubborn, I'm persistent," she countered before they broke out into laughter at that. "Are you seriously not going to tell me?" she asked after a moment.

"See, this is how you're stubborn."

"You like my stubbornness."

"Sometimes."

"Hm. Alright," she murmured. "Now, seriously, tell me, please?"

He shook his head, still amused, silently chuckling before he smiled once more at his wife. "I was thinking how beautiful you were this morning. When you were washing the dishes, teaching Gabriel how to sing 'A Dream is a Wish'. Just...seeing you around him. You just glow, hon."

A light blush touched her cheeks as she smiled. "Me elbows deep in dirty dishes and soap bubbles, singing Disney songs does it for ya, huh?" she joked.

Steve moved to where Amelia sat, wrapping his arms loosely around her, tugging her close to him, resting his chin on top of her head. "You mean seeing the two people I love most in the world happy and safe, and my wife being an amazing mother to our son? Reminding me of all the reasons why I married her?..." He paused to kiss her curls. "Yeah, that does it for me."

Amelia lightly rubbed his forearm, leaning into his embrace, her eyes fluttering shut at the gentle kiss, her blush deepening before she opened her eyes, smiling up at him. "You're a sap."

"Hey, you like me being a sap," he lightheartedly protested.

"Sometimes."

"Besides, it was something I picked up from you."

"Aw."

"Much like our son picked up your stubbornness."

"Now, don't start that again!"

#mcltitcdes #Steve muse #[True Love Conquers All <3] #Picked up from you

[imxthexhandler]

( @mcltitcdes)

The Battle at Starkiller base had been a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it was a powerful win for the Resistance; proof that they were not going to be just stomped out by the First Order. An extra boon that the base was unstable and imploded. But on the other hand, the devastation the First Order unleashed upon the Republic was hard to ignore. As a result, many systems were hesitant to give their support to the rebels.

Ris' job just became ten times more difficult.

Hells, there was no guarantee this lead with the Enarc Commissioner Coalition would even pay off, but right now, it was the best damned lead (the ONLY lead) she had to drum up some financial support for the Resistance. She gathered a few supplies in case she needed to stay longer than a day. Karé was going to drop her off before attending to her own mission for the Resistance. She already said her goodbyes to Yeshua. Now, it was time to leave.

She stepped into the hanger, looking for her ride when an all-too-familiar voice caught her attention.

"Surely, you aren't leaving without giving me a kiss, are you?" Poe teased with a smirk, flashing her the same 'kiss me' expression he always had when one of them were leaving for a mission.

Her cheeks momentarily flushed pink before she narrowed her eyes slightly in annoyance. He was just trying to rile her up, kriffing flyboy. She cleared her throat. "I already gave you a kiss, Commander Dameron. That was the promise. One kiss if you discovered Skywalker's location," Ris responded.

"True," he began, the corner of his lips twitched upward in a charming smirk. "You gave me that kiss. I'm talking about a goodbye kiss before you set off to save the galaxy," he smoothly requested. "Or how about a kiss for good luck? The last time you promised me one, we found Skywalker after all," he half-teased, his rich, brown eyes shimmering with mirth.

Ris tried to ignore the way her cheeks burned with an intense blush, the way her pulse quickened as she remembered their kiss. "Don't you have something better to do than running your mouth?" she dryly remarked.

His smirk only grew as his eyes not-so-subtly glanced down at her lips before meeting her gaze. "I could think of a couple of things," Poe commented.

"Dear Maker, get your head out of your cockpit," she huffed, her blush not fading, just further frustrating the Naboo native.

"Not thinking about flying for once," he teased.

"Ugh," she groaned. "Just shut up," she grumbled before she cupped his face with her hands and gave him the sought-after kiss.

It was much shorter than their first previous kiss. Brief but firm, not a light peck, a purposeful kiss.

The first time she initiated a kiss in nearly one whole cycle, the first person she kissed since leaving her former fiancé to join the Resistance.

And for the second time, Poe Dameron made her nearly forget how to breathe.

She could feel him smile against her lips as she ended their kiss with a silent sigh. He leaned in slightly, gazing deeply into her eyes, looking serene and happy.

"May the Force be with you on your mission, Lieutenant," he spoke softly, almost tenderly like sharing an intimate secret with her, before he stood back, his gentle smile still gracing his lips.

...And why was it making her blush?

She knew she was staring. She knew she should stop. She knew she had to leave.

Clearing her throat, she gave a nodding salute to him. "Thank you, Commander. The Force be with you, too." Their farewells spoken, she turned and left, trying to ignore the way her heart was pounding inside of her chest.

No. This was not the time. This was not the time. They were in the middle of a war. It was time to focus on the mission.

She managed to steal one last glance before Poe turned away himself, BB-8 delivering him a message, and ran off to carry out his own mission. She couldn't explain why, but she had this feeling of dread envelope her, as though afraid this may be the last time she'd see him.

No. Don't be silly, she mentally chastised herself as she met up with Karé and prepared to leave.

It wasn't a kiss goodbye, after all. It was just a kiss for good luck.

It wasn't goodbye.

It wasn't...

...She hoped.

#v: A woman's place is in the Resistance! #mcltitcdes #Poe muse #[Stardust & Flower Petals <3] #Not a kiss goodbye

[imxthexhandler]

Send 💝 for a a kiss on the forehead

( @mcltitcdes )

Amelia waited until he finished taking his antibiotic for the night before taking the glass. "No video games, alright? It's past your bedtime, and your body needs to rest," she warned her son. "No YouTube, either. You need to sleep. Whatever it is, you can watch it tomorrow." She got up from his bedside, leaning over to gently brush her fingers through his dark hair. "Just call for me or your father if you need something," she murmured, leaning down and gently kissing his warm forehead.

She turned off his lamp on his nightstand and stood at his doorway, lightly leaning against the door frame, giving him a faint but sincere smile, both worry and affection clearly seen in her green eyes.

"Sweet dreams, Gabe. I love you." She blew him another kiss before she closed his door to let him go to sleep.

She hated to see her little boy sick. Yes, she knew he was now a teenager, just a few more years and he would be an adult. But still, no matter what, he would always be her baby boy.

She stayed up another three hours before allowing herself to go to sleep, just in case he did need something.

#mcltitcdes #Gabe muse #tw sickness #forehead kiss #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[imxthexhandler]

❛  what about you ? you don’t have any needs ?  ❜

( @koiwrites; @mcltitcdes)

"This isn't about me, Warren!"

Amelia had never raised her voice at him before, and she screamed the words out with such force, her throat stung. She sighed heavily, trying to get air back into her lungs, her hands shaking, her whole body almost trembling as she struggled to keep her emotions in check, resorting to hugging herself, trying to prevent him from seeing her shake.

"This isn't about me, this isn't about what I want."

She let out another breath, her throat still burning, her eyes welling up with tears. "This... Look, you can't always get what you want, alright? I've learned that lesson. And in this line of work, you can't-- There are people who depend on me. My decisions, my actions have consequences. I can't just do whatever I want when the whim strikes me. I don't have that luxury, and that's--I went into this job knowing that. Sometimes, you got to make sacrifices, and I'm...I'm okay with that."

"I just... It doesn't matter, alright? It doesn't."

#mcltitcdes #Warren muse #this isn't about me #(I'm sorry. I don't know what they're even arguing about. This just came to mind and I had to write it.) #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[imxthexhandler]

@mcltitcdes - Cocky flyboys trying to flirt with rebel spies.

#v: A woman's place is in the Resistance! #mcltitcdes #Poe muse #[Flyboy <3] #damnit Barton do your paper-queue