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woc of shield *:･ﾟ✧

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❛ █▐ ❧darkmagiician.

    Even in his sleep-deprived state, Chase can conclude that it’s not a great idea to reply to the emails in his inbox when even autocorrect struggles to work out the word he’s typed into google. Even he’s not sure what the word is supposed to be by the time he realises just how much he’s butchered it and he stares at it for a moment before he gives up, concluding that if he couldn’t remember what it was he wanted to search for in the first place it was unimportant. 

    Instead he thumbs idly through the small selection of games he’d downloaded out of boredom, eventually landing on some kind of cutesy bubble-pop game with a cartoon art style and obnoxiously cheerful music (which he keeps at a low volume so he doesn’t disturb sleeping beauty in the bedroom). The very act of playing is an act of putting him into a zen-like trance, his focus solely on the brightly coloured bubbles and happy chiming when he makes a match that he doesn’t notice the fringes of darkness creeping on the edges of his vision. 

    Sleep creeps up on him slowly and catches him unawares; one moment he’s trying to work out a tricky rebound shot to match a line of blue bubbles and the next he’s fast asleep. His phone, still loosely clasped in his fingers and screen dimmed from lack of input, now resting face-down on his chest while his breathing evens out.

    Much like at home, his sleep is not restful; he twitches and huffs restlessly, the fingers of his free hand jerking open and closed as if he’s trying to grasp at something. Off to one side, a pair of stuffed animals start to levitate…

    – and then a squeak causes his eyes to snap open instantly, blacker than the shadows of the room. He barely gets the chance to get out the first sound of ‘What?’ before something hits him square on the temple. He doesn’t know what it was but it wasn’t heavy and solid, but there was something of substance to it. The impact clears the pitch from his eyes and his question is replaced by a yelp of alarm. 

    From 0-60 in a second, Chase jerks to attention, his phone falling to the floor with a dull thump before his brain can process what was going on. When it does eventually catch up, he simply flashes Bo a smile that betrays his sleep-deprived state. “Mornin’ Bo, what did you jus’ throw at me?” Firing on all cylinders he is not.

         frozen to the spot, Bo briefly wonders if she should be looking for something heavier to throw at the intruder. that thought is abruptly cut off by a familiar voice, and Bo’s left blinking mutely at Chase. there’s another couple of seconds of silence before her heart rate settles and the wide-eyed expression she holds drops into an accusing squint.          ❝ Chase?.....you broke into my apartment.❞ arms cross over her chest and her bottom lip juts out into a pout. while it’s a relief that her intruder is only Chase, Bo’s never been a fan of surprises-    especially not those greeting her in the early hours of dawn, when the shadows still loom from the corners in a manner most menacing.         she’s still pouting as she treads into the living room, but the corners of her lips are threatening to turn upwards at the sight of Chase’s hair. fingers close around the fluffy pink slipper, its mate still on her other foot. she holds it up for Chase to see, the smile breaking through her pout.

        ❝ what’re you doing here, Chase? it’s....really early. ❞ unceremoniously, Bo plops down onto the spot next to him, slipper dropping to the floor beside her feet. she doesn’t make an effort to put it back on, hands rising instead to rub the sleep out of her eyes. ❝ and you scared me! ❞

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         happy birfday. here’s your gift.

fun fact! yesterday was chase’s 28th birthday and guess who totally forgot.

[double fingers guns & wink]

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I grew up with six brothers, and I’m from Chicago, so princesses and Barbie dolls were not around the house. It was more like sports and comic books, so getting to work for Marvel is like my version of being able to be a princess.

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❛ █▐ ❧darkmagiician.

@somniamxrtis because chase wants to bother bo no change there

    Stupid AM, closer to five than six in the morning, most normal people are asleep - hell, Chase himself is normally so dead to the world a bomb could drop outside of his apartment and he’d probably still sleep through it. But instead he’s wired with a hyper kind of energy that comes from zero sleep for two days and way too many fizzy caffeinated drinks. He should be exhausted but he’s not and he takes the steps up to Bo’s apartment two at a time, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he pauses outside of her door. 

     He could knock; he should knock, but the whole building is as quiet as the grave - even the little ghost girl on the stairwell isn’t around - so knocking would not only wake Bo but the whole damn floor. In his sleep-deprived fuzzy state it takes him a little while to focus hard enough to figure out where the bracelets he’d given her were located; he can pick out his own spells and tracks them to the bedroom as he’d suspected. 

     There’s a brief flicker of gold that runs over blue and the locked door clicks open as if he’d got the key and he makes sure to lock it back up behind him. He avoids the bedroom, keeping his steps light as he makes his way towards her living room. The dim dawn light, the sky overhead dull and threatening rain, is enough for him to navigate by without any form of night vision and he has to move several stuffed animals off her couch before flopping down heavily onto the cushions. The fizzy brand of energy not dissipating and manifesting as a left knee that won’t stop jiggling, Chase simply pulls out his phone to pass the time before Bo wakes up.

He probably won’t fall asleep. Maybe.

       it’s a bit of a weird experience, going to bed dead tired. most of the week was dedicated to double shifts and late shifts and shifts that just dragged on until the end of time. and while sheer exhaustion quickly lulled Bo to sleep, her slumber through the night usually ends up being equal parts too deep, and restless.         she wakes this time practically cocooned in her sheets. a little suffocated, Bo unwraps herself, ending up on her stomach by the far left side of her bed, one foot dangling over. several minutes pass like this with her eyes closed and her body trying to sink deeper into her mattress. but even while she’s physically still exhausted, Bo’s heart beat refuses to slow enough to bring her back to sleep. so she spends another minute frowning hard into her pillow before deciding she might as well grab a glass of water and a book. 

      the hallway is illuminated in a dim light as bare feet pad lightly towards the kitchen. her eyes are half-closed, her movements sluggish, but while Bo’s mind is still blurred by sleep, even she notices the shadow by the couch. blinking, Bo steps closer. the shadow certainly doesn’t look like a stuffed animal.

     Bo’s only about five steps away from the couch when she thinks she sees the shadow move. half-lidded eyes widen, and the intruder gets a tiny, startled squeak as a warning before the slipper reflexively comes off her foot and towards his head.

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❛ █▐ ❧seiismic.

    “i really don’t want to kill my only sister by accidentally dropping her.

          or purposely, since you keep fuckin’ asking.”

        ❝ that is SUPER MEAN, Daisy. you’re super mean !! and y’know, this probably means I’ll have to try climbing up there myself. here’s your last chance to keep me  from falling to death on a chair or something. ❞

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        @seiismic @vcnatricks         the holy trinity of smol woodland creatures is complete

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Everytime you smile The world becomes a brighter place Like laughter on a child’s face Everytime you smile

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Maybe I just need a hug.

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❛ █▐ ❧bodyxhorror.

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   ❝ Quit looking at me like that. ❞

     ❝ -      sorry, it’s just...I wasn’t expecting you to say something like that. ❞

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❛ █▐ ❧ chase.

     He tries. He tries so hard not to pay attention at the look on Bo’s face at the gates opening, the slack-jawed wonder that seems to continue even after they’ve pulled through the now fully opened gates, which then proceeded to close behind them. Instead he simply huffs out through his nose and bites down on his bottom lip hard to suppress the urge to laugh at the reaction. It’s sometimes easy to forget that she comes from a world where his family is the exception - mostly because he lives like a nobody.

           “Sounds like a very lonely life if you never leave the house.” 

      And sounds far too much like his own life as a teenager. He can attest quite readily that cabin fever is a very real thing. That train of thought, however, is derailed by the sound of his passenger making some kind of strangled noise which he can only interpret as some form of stifled giggle. The look he shoots her is fleeting but flat.

          “Why do I get the feelin’ you’re laughing at my expense.”

      But he’s not in any way mad and he pulls up in front of the house, the wheels crunching to a halt on the gravel drive. The engine dies and he pops the trunk before climbing out, heaving a sigh as he casts a glance up at the front door. 

           “Normal, yes. Fun, no. And as much fun as it’d be to see you             curtseying, we’re not meeting the Queen. Just…smile and nod.”

     He fiddles with his keys while he grabs the bags and elbows the trunk down, flicking through the ring until he reaches the right one for the door and the tab for the alarm system inside. 

      The alarm bleeps as he opens the door and he swipes the tab, punching in the code which causes another confirmation beep as it turns off. Chase dumps the bags at the foot of the staircase in the open plan entrance hall before turning back to Bo, making a sweeping gesturing.

              “Well, there you go. Feel free to explore or whatever. I’ll be                 in the kitchen…reconnecting the appliances.”

     there’s a brief pause as she considers telling Chase why she’s laughing ( or, trying not to laugh ) . but Bo gives him a lopsided grin instead, not at all deterred by his dry expression. the grin remains even as she practically jumps out of the passenger seat, but her look is a little distracted as her gaze sweeps over the house. she almost doesn’t notice Chase getting the door open, trailing behind him as he moves towards the alarm console.     she’s forgotten her bags by this point, her attention diverted to the space above her. it’s undoubtedly a big house, with an open foyer that seems both grand and inviting. even from the outside, Bo’s already dashed her expectations of an antique-filled Victorian manor, but she also wasn’t expecting the home to look this cozy. 

     ❝ this is a nice house, ❞ she says lamely, turning to Chase with doe eyes. and it is a nice house, one that screams family. and it only just occurs to Bo that, dislike of his neighbours aside, staying in a place this big, when his parents are no longer around-   that must suck. ❝ I, uh, I can help with that appliances, if you want? ❞ -     offered mostly because Bo feels awkward exploring Chase’s family home by herself.       ❝ and I can take the bags up to our rooms. if, uh....you can tell me which rooms those are. ❞ she figures that it won’t be that easy to get lost in here, but Bo’s just remembered her bags, and she might be feeling a little bad that Chase carried everything when all she was doing was being so very distracted.

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He held me when my insecurities were as sharp as a knife and at every moment they got sharper, he held me even tighter.

Maram Rimawi  (via wordsnquotes)