#v; second star to the right and straight on til morning ( MODERN )

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@ofbrokensouls​ asked !!  “ i wanna print it out and hang it on the fridge like parents do with good report cards. ” - ofbrokensouls - buck

      “you’re being ridiculous,” the brunette’s voice is gentle, head shaking a little as she paces in her sleep shorts. she’d hesitating to mention this at all, but the fact that she’d actually passed her first big test in the university classes she’d been taking seemed like a good time to tell him. thin shoulders lift a little as she sighs, running a hand through her hair as she frowns at him. “it’s really not a big deal. like, it’s the first test; it’s supposed to be easy.” 

       a shoulder lifts a little as she chews on her lower lip, arms wrapped around herself as she offers him a faint smile, dimples showing as she flushes a little. “we are not putting it on the fridge. i just... wanted to show you. that i’d done well. it’s not the complete and utter failure that i thought it would be.”

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            “you make magic go weird,” it’s a mild complaint, the witch sitting crossed-legged on the ground, coffee mug in one hand, the other curling idly patterns in the air. “like, there’s things going a little wonky because of the moon, or high tide or solar flares, and then there’s you.” 

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@mostloquacious​ asked !!  “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.”

          “---thanks, dad,” the words are mumbled with a quiet sigh as fingers push through long hair, swallowing to push the tangled mass out of her face. nightmares had dragged the petite witch from sleep, waking screaming badly enough to draw the undead kids to her room, R shaking her shoulders, his expression turned with unusual concern. long nails had scoured his arms, but he clearly doesn’t notice. 

        now, she sits on the arm of the couch, shaking hands attempting to grip a glass of water. her throat works slowly, eventually giving in to the urge to set the glass down, rubbing her face as she resists the urge to cry. “can i just... can you...” she needs a hug. she needs comfort and something and someone to take care of her, but she can’t ask for that. she knows if she asked, they would probably care her around the house like a spider monkey, and something they do anyways, just because, but asking is hard. 

         “would you grab me that mug i really like off the top shelf, please dad? i’d like tea, but my favourite mug is up there.”

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@endsvillekids​ asked !!  “at least let me clean the wound!” - Irwin

        “it’s really not that bad, mate,” that’s not entirely true, actually, but she’s not exceptionally inclined to admit that at the moment. her tee-shirt was easy enough to rip in a long strip, attempting to stop the blood flow as it drips from her fingertips. 

       green eyes cross for a moment, feeling unsteady on her feet for long moments, blinking slowly as she tries really hard to focus on him. her nose wrinkles a bit as she frowns, licking her lips slowly. “oh... okay, maybe we could just like wrap it up? pour some peroxide over it, it’s fine.” 

       or, maybe she’ll just sit down for a minute. hard on the ground. “ow.”

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@rcdteeth​ asked !  “I don’t know. It’s just been some weird couple of weeks.”

            harry issues him a slow examination, head tipped just slightly to the side before she frowns. the expression pressed displeased dimples into her cheeks, letting out a slow breath as she does. questions come to mind (has he been eating, drinking water, taking his meds, doing more than smoking weed and sitting around the house) but all are discarded for later.

         instead, she steps into him, wrapping arms around him to nuzzle her cheek into his neck as he exhales. “i’m so sorry, love,” her voice is gentle, squeezing him as her hands rub up and down his back. “i’m sorry i haven’t been around. stupid work, and i told my agent i didn’t want to do that bloody tour but he just pushed until i said yes to get him off my back but i hate leaving you for so long,” she lets out a deep breath, rubbing his back again. 

       she swallows, exhaling again to look up at him with wide eyes. “i have missed you so fucking much, pear. i am never my best when i’m not with you,” fingers cup his cheeks, petting fingers through his. “i bought a fuck ton of those new pretzel poptarts. wanna get stoned and watch bad movies and pig out?”

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@mostloquacious​ asked !  “You’re bending and cracking the truth like a human body.”

         dark brows lift at him where the petite witch sits on the counter with a mug of coffee between thin fingers. green eyes narrow on him, nose wrinkling as she takes a large sip from the chipped ( probably stolen ) mug to cover the discomfort at the intense scrutiny they’re put under. cheeks balloon out as she frowns, setting the coffee down with a sigh. 

        “that’s a real round ‘bout way of accusing me of lyin’, dad,” words come slow and thick, letting her accent drag them out as she thinks. “and, ya’ know, mate, the regular human body don’t bend and crack real well. ain’t meant for it,” a thin hand waves at him, green eyes wide and expressive in an impressive imitation of bambi. if bambi were a tiny witch staring down her undead father figure, both of whom are very aware that bambi is lying through their teeth.

       harry maintains the stare for long moments before being forced to blink and look away, reaching for the coffee again. “i don’t want to talk about it. it’s shite. so,” shoulders hitch up, not looking up. choosing instead to do a very dedicated study of the swirling grains at the bottom of her mug. “we should just forget about it and talk about something else. pretty sure the kids are ready for storytime.” because avoidance is the healthiest possible option and R isn’t going to wrestle more out of her. 

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                slender fingers stay FITTED in his hair, curled there with the quiet noise the motion produces, the way his gaze meets her own. the intention in her motions is clear, at least to her, but she can’t blame him for questioning it. and, she’s MORE THAN happy to make it as clear as he could possibly need her to. 

             “kill you? of course not?” her head shakes a little, free hand skating fingers along his side, gripping his hip slowly as he thrust against her, tugging him back against her. “i want you.” breath is quiet, green eyes side and focused on him, curling her fingers in his hair to tug again, harder this time to pull him close. “i want you worked up and shamelessly desperate, and i want you to want me.” fingers tug at his hair again, tucking her fingers into the waist of his pants. “i would like you to fuck me senseless, if that’s alright with you.”

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              Half a smile is offered up to him, swallowing as she allows the blanket to wrap around her shoulders, swallowing as she accepts the card to let green eyes drift over it. “My name’s Harry. It’s nice to meet you.” Fingers are extended to shake. “It’s been a really long time since I talked to a social worker. At least since I dropped out of the system.” Six years? Maybe a little longer. 

              A breath escapes her, head shaking a little. “All the social workers who’ve looked like social workers have sucked in my experience. It’s not a bad thing, not looking like your typical employee.” Dimples show as she smiles again, letting out a breath as she does. "It sounds like you found the good way out. And you’re paying it forward. That’s admirable.” She smiles again, pushing fingers through her hair. 

                “I’m... Okay. Just had something happen. Dragged up some bad memories.” 

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@oldhearts asked :  ❝ you’re holding on to things that are holding you back. ❞

            “oh, you don’t say, huh?” green eyes flash to Bucky with a glare, but a breath escapes the slight brunette, shoulders rolling to attempt to relax a little. it’s a lot of effort, but she can’t really tell him he’s wrong. a sigh pulls from her, taking a deep breath to look forward as she squares her shoulders firmly, head shaking a little. “sometimes you have to hold on to shite, okay? but it’s not holding me back. so, let’s get on with this training. you handle making me stronger, i will handle the internal drama from trauma. sound good?”

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@newbrckenscene​ asked :  [ mark ]  -Carter

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

                  a soft breath pulls from her with the drag of teeth and lips against her neck. fingers curl in carter’s hair as he grips her hips. his fingers press into her skin firmly, and she knows she’ll have the dark smudges of bruises along fair skin there when he’s done. not that she hasn’t returned the favour when he moves away from her neck and shoulders. her legs lift as he drags lips her over her chest, and she huffs at the clear, distinct mark he leaves just below the hollow of her throat. 

        a knee nudges him in the side gently to shift, curling her fingers in his hair a little bit more to tug up, meeting him for a kiss before ducking her head to nuzzle under his jaw, biting softly as she does. “i’m going to steal all your bandanas with all these marks, i hope you know that.” 

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@heavenslcst asked :  [ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

           the snarl draws her up short, gaze a little wide as she stops suddenly. the witch shifts a little, and she’s met with another growl. her brows lift with a sigh, head dropping back on the pillow as fingers curl to curl through laura’s hair slowly. “laura, i gotta pee. you can’t keep me pinned down here.” she attempts to move again, and again gets snarled at. “i’ll be back! i don’t think peeing the bed is going to make you happy, love.” 

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@heavenslcst asked :  [ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

         maybe if she could catch her breath, she could snap and tell him if she could just breathe, doesn’t he think she would be? which would be mean, but panic is seizing in the slight brunette’s chest as she curls on the floor, fingers flexing and releasing in slow, unsteady motions. she can’t breathe, not right, and it’s making her vision threaten to go black around the edges. 

          but he’s so calm and collected and that helps. fingers dig into her own hair. pulling hard, but trying to use that to focus herself. her knees drawn up to her chest, swallowing hard as she does. 

         “you’re good at that,” it’s mumbled with a sigh as she tries to untuck herself from the ball she’s curled herself into. it doesn’t work, but she manages to look up at him slowly. “keeping calm. helping me get calm. sort of.” her hands are still shaking where she grips her knees in front of her. she swallows again, hard as she does. “do y’have any water? i could use some water.”

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@mostloquacious asked :  [ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

             harry hates crying. really, really, really cannot stand it, but here she is, tears tracking down her cheeks in lines as she stands in front of r, thin arms wrapped around herself. green eyes are a little vacant as she looks up at him, not quite sure she’s seeing but not going anywhere. big hands cup her cheeks and if she thought about it, she’d see legitimate concern in his gaze. maybe because she’s been standing there, crying, with no explanation. sh’s somewhat sure he’s wondering how long she can stand there crying. 

              but, he doesn’t say anything, not that he does much anyways. but he doesn’t even ask what’s wrong what happened, why she’s such a mess. his hands just cup her cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears that still track down her cheeks. 

          she’s silent as she returns the stare, normally one who doesn’t stop talking. it must be a little creepy. a breath pulls from her, shuddering a little as she steps into him, arms around r with a sigh, her cheek resting on his chest. she’d like to be picked up, but she’s not going to ask for it. she really just wants comfort and she doesn’t know how to express that.

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@fuckingvictus asked :  ♦ - crawl on your muse and pin them beneath my muse. - from brock lol

               a gasp pulls from her, green eyes wide to focus on the fae now pinning her beneath him. brock had not been part of the plan when she’d wandered into the woods. or, less wandered, and mostly hiked deep into the woods with a backpack and plans for magic and the moon. 

             and, she didn’t think she’d cross any faerie rings or stones and she’s ninety percent sure she hadn’t actually stepped out of her own world. which doesn’t mean that being pinned beneath brock isn’t most certainly a dangerous situation. it’s just... slightly less so. “hey, mate,” she’s a little breathless, gaze wide and searching him slowly as her hands flex at her shoulders. she licks her lips slowly, shifting a little to roll her shoulders attempting to see if she has any wiggle room to move out from under him. her alter is set up to the side, though the candles haven’t been lit, salt circle not completed quite yet, with crystals in her hands when the noise distracted her, and suddenly brock was there. 

          and faster than she blinked, he had moved over her and she’s pinned. fingers flex around her crystals. “are ya’ planning on hanging out there all day, brock? because i’ve got some magic i’d like to make. sex and blood weren’t quite on the schedule this morning. there’s almoways room for compromise, but 

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@deathfound asked  ”Don’t get up yet, you’re still bleeding.”

               “---what?” the brunette blinks slowly, swallowing as her head tips back slowly, trying to settle down again as pain laces through her entire body in one fell swoop. “oh. shite.” a soft, somewhat startled laugh pulls from her, hands pressing to her side where she is, indeed, bleeding heavily and the pain arches through her every time she moves. a breath pulls from her, sharp as she swallows, hands hovering over the place where blood stains her shirt. wide, wide green eyes focus on cassie, licking her lips as she coughs, tasting copper. “ did i... did i take flirting with death too far? ” the joke is about as weak as her breathing, dimples showing as she tries to smile. “ g-get it? flirting with death.” 

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@mostloquacious said :  “You’re like a small, terrifying gremlin.

                a grunt escapes the slight brunette, tossing hair out of her face to look up at them as a hand wipes blood from their own cheek. a slender shoulder lifts, tugging the jacket over their head to wipe blood from her hands as well. “yeah, well,” another shrug, letting out a breath to look up at them properly, head tipped a little. “they bloody well deserved it. fuck with my family, that’s what you get.” their head tips to the mass of blood and flesh that might have at one time been a person, but now could barely be considered breathing. 

            harry shrugs, dimples showing in a bright, easy smile as she does. “i’m torn between being offended about the gremlin comment, and flattered that you think i’m terrifying. it’s a close call.” 

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