peter rested his hands on the straps of his backpack while he listened, absentmindedly pulling down on the strings. “what do you wanna do with your life? i don’t think we’ve ever spoken about anything serious like that before.” the brunet cocked his head to the side to properly look at seth, eyebrows knitting together once the tree was mentioned. “they want you to make a money tree? like, a real one?”
“I want to be an artist. I don’t know, as a kid I always really liked being creative and now that I’m older that creativity bug has never gone away?” Seth shrugged, not knowing how to be comfortable talking serious conversations. He loved making people smile and the future was not something that made him smile. Seth nodded at Peter’s question. “Yeah! He said that’s the only way I could get paid. I tried to point out that money’s made of cotton but I guess that wasn’t enough.”
LOCATION: CLEARWATER RESIDENCE, seth’s living room.
[…] — “And when you are ready to face the outside world I’ll be right there by your side. Every step of the way.”
HARLEY DOESN’T KNOW WHERE ZE WOULD be without seth clearwater in zems life. if anything, he believed everyone should have a seth clearwater in their lives. ze was just lucky enough to have the original who was more than happy to cuddle with zem for hours on end. he laughs, hollowly, but genuine all the same, turning to glance at seth’s side profile for a moment before looking back to the ceiling, “ i love mac and cheese. my mom’s diner used to sell these slices of garlic bread with their entrees: she taught me how to make them. ” god, he’d never deserve seth. and while harley’s been hardwired his whole life to try not to seek favours, to feel ashamed at the feeling… well. he’s trying to get better at seeking help. “ promise ? ” he asks softly, muted.
"Oh I could definitely go for some garlic bread. That will pair perfectly with the mac and cheese.” Seth smiled softly before gasping, having a big brain idea. “What if we make mac and cheese sandwiches with the garlic bread? That would be delicious.” He rolled over to look at Harley, wanting to show how serious he was about being by Harley’s side. “I mega super promise. I’ll even fucking hold your hand when we walk out of here if you want. Might even consider switching majors if you said you wanted a friend in your classes.”
as mike walked in with the drinks, bill was walking into the living room with the pizza. he ignored the way his heart skipped a beat when he saw him, surely he needed to be over that at this point. but still, there had to be a reason why they were both here right? and he couldn’t really ignore the suggestive tone to their friends text messages. “a little bit of everything sounds perfect, you’re truly saving my career one alcoholic drink at a time. ” he teased before sitting down on the couch, motioning for mike to join him.
"Well if it means you getting back in the saddle with writing I’d do pretty much anything for you.” A soft smile filled Mike’s face. He was always supportive of his friends but especially Bill. Bringing the drinks over near the couch he sat down close to Bill. “Again please just ignore Richie. He’s just being the same old self.” Even though he was dying to know what Bill’s reactions were.
A swing and the sound of a metal impact with the training bot stumbling back a bit looking at Asher, who was in a fight stance. “C’mon bruv’ I ain’t got all day yeah?” He taunted, with the training bot silently rushing at Asher attempting to swing a punch only for Asher to step out of the way and swing a punch to the metal “stomach” of the machine causing it to reel back then finishing the fight off with an uppercut with the training robot falling backwards.
“Training Complete” a voice rang out with Asher breathing heavily, drenched in sweat from the intensity of the training before getting off the training pad to grab a wet towel wiping off any sweat that was dripping on his face and neck.
Which he looked up to another person. “Ahh sorry if man kept ya held up to train with the bot there… needed to get some trainin’ in” Asher said rubbing the back of his head.
Rosalie wasn’t exactly on the course track to become an Avenger or SWORD member, wasn’t so much that they didn’t want to - Rosalie just was feeling like their skills were better suited for the medical field. That, however, didn’t stop Rosalie from wanting to train just as hard as other students who were on the fast track to working for the Avengers or Fury. They wanted to be ready for any battle that came to them, and considering they were on a campus of people who fought bad guys and aliens for a living it wasn’t entirely an unfounded threat.
They were going to start training with one of the specialized robots when they saw someone was already in the arena using it. Not wanting to interrupt, Rosalie hung back and let him have his fun - watching and learning as the fight went on. When he finally turned around and noticed her she dismissed his words with a wave of a hand. “Oh don’t worry, I didn’t want to interrupt you. I know how it gets to be in the zone when you’re in the middle of it.”
“ sorry , could you grab the door ? ⸻ ” balancing a pile of books precariously in her arms , a tray of untouched coffees positioned delicately above them , padmé amidala was the epitome of a comedic tragedy waiting to happen. one foot wedged roughly between the glass doors to the building , padmé had already been declared late to her faculty’s meeting after offering to complete the coffee run ( not quite realising the morning rush ). “ i’ve already dropped a tray of coffees and i’d rather not have to return to the café a second time. ”
Rosalie was waiting in line to get her iced coffee, something that was completely needed to function normally. When Professor Amidala asked for help opening the door, she rushed out of line to help out. “Yeah of course! Do you want me to grab the coffees for you? You look like you have your hands full.” Rosalie offered. She was one of the few teachers that Rosalie honestly enjoyed talking to outside of class, so she was happy to offer any and all help.
LOCATION: CLEARWATER RESIDENCE, seth’s living room.
HARLEY CURLS INTO SETH’S SIDE, BURROWING ZEMS FACE into seth’s neck, almost like ze’s trying to make all five feet and eleven inches of zemself smaller. tucked limbs that aren’t clinging to seth, ze really doesn’t want to have to leave the safesafesafe warmth and face the outside world instead, even if it’s been days of zem seeking comfort in seth. but ze knows that even if ze doesn’t want to, there’s too much responsibility — calming emotes down who had to watch zem storm out of the lab with nothing but zems laptop after the initial argument with tony, having to gather enough work that ze will be able to avoid coming into zems office for a while. the thought of running into tony right now makes zems skin crawl right now, too torn and confused to want to see zems dad right now when ze is too upset, deflated, defeated. ze doesn’t want to fight anymore, but ze doesn’t want to forgive things. not right now. “ i don’t want to leave, ” harley mutters, moving to rest on zems back, staring at the ceiling, “ outside world’s dumb. ”
Seth was always willing to drop everything for his friends, but especially Harley. Harley was one of his best friends on campus so when they saw that ze were having a rough weekend Seth was quick to offer up so many cuddle sessions and hang out time for the two of them. Seeing Harley move on zems back made Seth move on his as well. “The outside world is real dumb. We can stay in here as long as you need bud. I’m not much of a cook but I can make a mean mac and cheese. And whatever we can’t make I’ll just order delivery.” Seth was working overtime trying to think of ways to cheer his best bud up. “And when you are ready to face the outside world I’ll be right there by your side. Every step of the way.”
❝ if y'think it’s getting better, then i’d say that’s what really matters, ❞ he says with a grin as he’s separating the take-out cartons from the bags. he never did like seein’ her all scared and frightened ; quakin’ in her shoes and hopin’ the next night would be better. but a little optimism does go a long way.
but the next sentence is making his head spin. ❝ a robbery ? nearby the campus ? ❞ he’s saying it as though he doesn’t believe it – he kind of doesn’t at first, but why would she lie ? ❝ who’s stupid ‘nough to rob a place a hop, skip, 'n a jump away from them avengers folk ? ❞
"I don’t know the dreams have taken a turn, you know how I said I got married in my dreams? Well this seemed to be a bit of a build up to the wedding. So it’s a lot of stress dreams but honestly I’d take that over the flat out bloodied nightmares for now.” She shrugged slightly. Grace still had no idea who this Alex in her dreams were, and why she kept dreaming of him.
"That’s what I was thinking!” Grace said while shaking her head. “They must have been taking some equipment or something. It was late at night and I had left my phone in a lecture hall because I was giving a presentation to one of the gen ed classes. And I just walked into the building and was greeted with a gun in my face.” While it certainly was a scary thing to happen, Grace was trying to sound casual - like she was talking about a simple story. She hoped Jesse didn’t notice how her hands were shaking as she remembered all the nightmares it caused afterwards.
“ you know what they say , ” fingers outstretched before her , padmé peered up from the red – wine nail polish the pair had decided upon , a mischievous edge to her excited smile , “ it’s gaslight , gatekeep , girlboss summer ! ” she gestured to the array of colours before her , inviting grace to choose her own colour. “ those soyboys won’t see what’s hit them. it’s padme and grace summer , alright ! ”
"That’s what some of the students tell me. Honestly they’re the only reason I know the lingo nowadays. I’m sad to say I’m not as hip with it as I once was.” She laughed as she chose a light pink color for her own nails. “I do like the sound of padme and grace summer though. Everyone in that chat is going to wish they never put us in the same group chat.”
sirius was situated behind the counter, stomach on the desk as he leaned over the food with his fork and only separating himself from the food when he spoke. “who said i loved you?” he quirked a brow, a challenging smirk aimed toward her. “i’m not sure i trust you with such prized possessions, gracie-kins. i feel like you’d use them for coasters just to irk me.” sirius took another bite, pushing himself back up to a standing position. “was it a decent fight? aren’t most of them supposed to be fighting, anyways? that’s basically superhero 101. did you place any bets?”
"Oh you’ve definitely said it, on one of our drinking escapades. I even have it in my voice memo if you want your proof.” She said defiantly, knowing that voice memo would come in handy one day. “For Bowie? I would never insult his honor like that. Now someone like Air Supply I might use as coasters but honestly that’s what you’d deserve if you gave me something like that.” Grace shrugged at the question about the fight. “Honestly it sounded like it was a good one. Some teachers got black eyes in the middle of it so that’s kind of funny. And sadly no I didn’t place bets. I feel like I’m one bad move away from losing my job so I didn’t want to push it by encouraging the kids.”
welcome to avengers campus, isn’t it nice to be back, ROSALIE HALE ? it’s been so long since i’ve seen you being a typical TWENTY-TWO year old MED STUDENT, the image of ADELINE RUDOLPH against the retroreflective panels of headquarter buildings. feels like forever since i’ve seen you hanging around THE VAULT. i don’t blame you, though; it fits your vibes perfectly given everyone associates you with HAVING BIG DREAMS THAT ARE TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU, BEING UNDERESTIMATED, AND PROTECTING YOUR LOVED ONES AT ANY COST. makes sense too: considering you’re known for being + PROTECTIVE & + INTELLIGENT, even when you can be quite - MATERIALISTIC & - SHALLOW, too. hey, have you seen the news reports lately …? i heard you’ve been getting visions from TWILIGHT beginning to return, waking up from dreams of PREPARING TO FIGHT THE VOLTURI. must be something in the water … say, did you always have A RED CONVERTIBLE on hand ? i’ve never seen you leave home without it. — ( she/they & genderqueer )
TW’s - Death, Pregnancy
Canon Life
While I feel like everyone knows Rosalie’s story I’m just going to go nyoom through this. In 1933 she was turned into a vampire by Carlisle Cullen because her fiancé was an asshole and her life (specifically that) before being a vampire will NEVER EVER be brought up here, okay? Okay. So Rosalie was turned and was told it was because they wanted her to be their son, Edward’s, mate :/ Not wanting to be a prize for anyone she said hell no. (idk what you’re talking about I remember this happening). She ended up bonding with Edward doing girlboss shit killing people who absolutely deserved to be killed.
Soon the family grew and Rosalie now had three siblings and a life partner. The Cullens were a tight knit vampire family and Rosalie would do anything to protect them. One day dumbass Edward fell in love with a human which was not very cash money of him :/ The last thing they needed was to be sacrificing their secret and lives for a human girl with a death wish. So needless to say she wasn’t the most welcoming of Bella like the rest of her family.
It wasn’t until Bella actually sacrificed herself to protect Edward did Rosalie start tolerating her. It wasn’t so much that Rosalie didn’t like her, she just thought Bella was being not smart and wasting her life away (the only thing that Rosalie has regrets on). It was obviously clear that Bella was involved in their lives for the long haul so Rosalie just went along with the ride as best as they could. After their honeymoon, Bella came back and announced she was pregnant and Rosalie was very excited to have a baby in the family, willing to protect Bella and the baby at whatever cost.
We’re not going to accept Rosalie Hale hate but we’re 100% willing to fist fight Stephenie. This is justice for Rosalie.
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Grew up in upper New York, kind of privileged and she knows it.
LOVES fashion and music
Still works on cars but probably won’t let people know it :/
Is a med student here and is top of her class (what like it’s hard?)
Specifically is going into the medical field for women’s rights
Isn’t afraid to wreck your shit if you are out of line
Also bi with sapphic preferences, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules
Getting the text that the door was open, Mike grabbed his bags and headed up to Bill’s place. He knocked lightly before letting himself in, instantly knowing his way around like a second home to him. “Hey Bill! I didn’t know what type of drinks we were in the mood tonight so I brought a little bit of everything. Figured you needed to be restocked anyway based on your sad experience last time.”
eddie had been at captain coffee for what felt like days to him now, having gone through at least 5 refills while he was there (he stopped counting). although it was only a couple days into the semester, he was swamped with homework and assigned readings. he foolishly forgot how much work law school was when he agreed to take an extra class this semester. deciding he had taken up enough room (and the poor barista’s time), he began to gather his things from the table, slinging his bag over his shoulder haphazardly.
❝ i’m gettin’ outta your hair, m’sorry for being here so long!” eddie apologetically muttered as he finished shoving his things into his messenger bag, dropping a 5 dollar bill in the tip jar (again) as he walked by it on his way out the door. “see you tomorrow, be safe!” walking out of the tiny cafe and onto the sidewalk, his sweater sleeves gripped tightly in his fists, absentmindedly, his hip slamming right into the small table on the side of the sidewalk. “ouch, shit! i’m so sorry!” eddie blurted out, rubbing at his side that collided with the table. “are you okay? my god, i’m sorry, there was a really nice bird flying, this is his fault. ❞
Mike got off from work early and didn’t want to go home quite yet. With a book in hand and a newly gotten cup of coffee, Mike wanted to enjoy the nice weather since he knew it might not last for very much longer. Time passed by as he was completely engulfed in what was going on in his novel, the only thing that got him out of his focus was his table getting knocked. Seeing who the culprit was, Mike just burst into a smile. “I’m fine are you okay? That must have been a hell of a bird.” He saw the direction Eddie just came from and frowned slightly. “Have you been in there this whole time? If I had known I would have come sat with you in there.”
❝ first of all , fucked up of you to have other friends , ❞ richie grumbles , but he crosses his arms where he’s lounging on their shared couch , grin blooming across his face with mike’s recounting . ❝ you are a girlboss , mikey . in fact , i’ll buy four of your fucking protein shakes or candles or whatever . how’d they reign him in ? ❞
"Oh he’s nothing compared to you babe, don’t worry.” Mike laughed and elbowed him. “Well I am honored that you’d buy into my girlboss empire, really. It means the world to me. I honestly don’t know how they got him? Maybe they offered him a car or something? Nathan was never the brightest so it probably didn’t take much of a sales pitch.”
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