#ofstarlightandbows

[improbabledreams900]

✨◆ Vax’ildan & Gilmore ◆✨

requested by ofstarlightandbows

[takaraphoenix]

Kara/Kate for the kissing prompt 32. to wake up. (it was really hard to choose lol)

*laughs* You’re free to send more than one! ;)

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Kate had gotten to meetAlex Danvers, properly this time – without the worlds ending aroundthem. She had smiled kindly at Kate, even though there was a lot ofsurprise when Kara told her that the two were dating, had been datingfor months now. At theVanishing Point. Suddenly, Kate found herself pulled into a tight,trademarked Danvers Hug (despite the lack of super-strength on Alex'part, she still hugged as tightly and fiercely as Kara). Alex thankedher, for being there for Kara for months when Alex herself couldn'tbe. All Kate could do was returnthe hug before being chided by her girlfriend for not being dressedproperly – apparently, she was supposed to wear 'something comfy'and apparently, Kate's definition of comfy wasn't 'valid'. Katewasn't going to complain about wearing Kara's soft, comfortableclothes that smelt like Kara.

She curled together onthe couch with Alex and Kara, watching the news as the presidentthanked Oliver Queen for all he had done. It was solemn and... hurt.And Kate had barely known Oliver; Kara, she had a long history withOliver, he was a close and dear friend to her. That Kara had invitedKate, and only Kate,to be there with the Danvers sisters during this, it meant a lot.Also because Kate had no one to share this with at all; Luke didn'tknow them, Mary didn't know anything(but looking at Kara and Alex, she found herself craving the comfortof a sister who knew). It got late, because after the news report,the three opened a bottle of something strong and then another one,talking for hours about Oliver. Kara shared how she had first metBarry, then Oliver, the adventures they had shared and even thecasual times they had met, when they used their portals to visit eachother just for the sake of friendship.It got so late and they were so drunk that Kate must have fallenasleep. That was the only explanation Kate could come up with for whyshe woke up to the way too bright room, to the sound of cheerfulmusic and laughter.

“Good morning. I'msorry, did we wake you, Kate?”, asked Kara softly.

Before Kate couldanswer, gentle lips were pressed against hers. They were so soft,tasting a little like strawberries. The touch was tender and innocentand when Kara straightened, she smiled down at Kate. Kate was goingto miss this, now that they were back in the 'real world'. Waking upto Kara's kisses every morning. She had gotten so used to it over thepast months. The sound of the fire alarm going off in the kitcheninterrupted the moment and both heroes quickly made their way toAlex, standing next to a burning pan with what looked like it wassupposed to be pancakes.

“Good morning andwelcome to the Danvers family. Wanna go out to a diner?”, askedAlex.

Kate laughed a littleand shook her head. She could... get used to this.

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[starcitysirens]

ofstarlightandbows replied to your post “Remember when the actor playing Des/Neron made those unfortunate...”

wait what? when was this?

This happened around the time the mideason 2 parter aired and basically he posted some videos on his insta complaining about men sending him sexual messages, which I get it's sexual harassment and would make anyone uncomfortable. But the fact that he only called out the gay/bi men doing it is the part I find dodgy, you know? He could've made a general PSA without calling out a very specific demographic. And he had to bring God into it, which automatically makes me side eye him even more. It's telling.

[fallenqueen2]

Jimon “Yell, scream, say something!”

“Yell, scream, say something you stupid blond!” Simon shook Jace’s limp body, his nose flaring at the strong, heady scent of Jace’s blood that was coating the side of his face.

“Come on Jace, wake up dude. You can’t expect me to fight these demons off all on my own right?” Simon was getting nervous now, he was still a fledgling and he knew he was no match for the horde of demons that were prowling the street below the room Simon had sped them too.

“Come on Shadowhunter, this is when you wake up and save the day… Any time now.” Simon tapped the un-bloodied side of Jace’s face as he tried to shake off the memory of watching Jace go flying into a wall and the sickening crunch his head made against the brick.

“Fine! Be like that, when you wake up and find my body in different spots in this room then Clary can blame you.” Simon announced hoping it would jolt Jace awake but the blond stayed unconscious.

“Come on man, Izzy and Alec will kill me if they find out I let you get ripped to shreds by some demons. They are scary people.” Simon nudged Jace again hoping mentioning his sister and Parabatai that would make him wake up, but only silence.

“Fine, fine! I’ll save us but that means you have to watch all the Star Wars with me for real this time!” Simon rose to his feet and faced the door letting his fangs drop down as he waited for the demons to find them.

“N-o Star Wars.” A raspy voice sounded out and Simon felt his whole body relax.

“Jace! Don’t do that to me, you idiot!” Simon was at Jace’s side helping him sit up.

“Couldn’t leave you alone with demons to rip apart your pretty face.” Jace’s voice was weak but he was awake and that was all Simon wanted.

“You think I’m pretty?” Simon smiled brightly.

“There is a reason I’m dating you and it isn’t your nerd references.” Jace’s lips quirked up and Simon copied the action.

“I’m glad your okay you stupid blond.” Simon murmured.

[stars-of-nixie]

For @ofstarlightandbows, who asked for I have an atomwave aesthetic request. mick and ray are both spys.

Mick couldn’t help but let out a snort as he crossed his arms over his chest, raking his gaze over the tall form of the man standing before him.

“Ray.” The man’s face split into an open and right grin as he stuck his hand out for Mick to shake.

Eyeing the out stretched hand, Mick moved his eyes back up until he was staring the other in the eye. “No.”

[stellecraftwrites]

are you still taking requests? if you are would you mind writing some atomwave with mick taking care of a sick ray?

I saw this, squealed, and had to write it right away because I had ideas. Enjoy!

Mick was walking back from the mess with his beer when he heard the first cough. It was a wet cough like the ones Lisa used to get during the winters when their heat was spotty. He turned the corner away from his room and found Ray bracing himself against a wall as he coughed weakly.

“You sick Haircut?”

“Mick?” Ray’s eyes seemed unfocused as he looked at Mick. He tried to push himself away from the wall and nearly tripped and feel. Mick dropped his beer in favor of catching the sick man. He ignored when one of the bottles broke open. Ray was pressed up against him and he felt hot.

“Damnit Haircut you should be in the infirmary.”

“Was trying…” Ray devolved into another coughing fit and Mick began to bodily drag the man to the small medical bay of the ship. When he got the other man there he shoved him into a medical chair and snapped the bracelet onto his wrist.

“Gideon…”

“Mr. Palmer has pneumonia. I have administered antibiotics and antivirals as well as medication to bring down his fever and medication to help ease the congestion in his lungs. He can be returned to his quarters to sleep.” Mick looked down at the half-asleep man and pulled him to his feet. He unhooked the bracelet and grabbed one of the mobile ones that would allow Gideon to monitor them outside the medical bay. He began to drag him towards the personal rooms on the Waverider.

Mick stopped outside his door and looked at Ray. The man was flushed and his breathing was labored. He couldn’t bring himself to carry Ray to his own room and opened the door. He carried Ray to his bed and settled the man gently. Mick undid the button on the other man’s jeans and began to work them off.

“If you want to get in my pants so desperately you should have told me.” Ray was watching him. Mick sent him a glare.

“I’m trying to get you comfortable so you can sleep and recover haircut.” Ray coughed again and Mick quickly stripped the other man down to his boxers. He bundled him up in blankets and walked over to the small replicator in his room. There was already a steaming cup of tea waiting and he carried it over to Ray. Sliding in behind the other man he braced him upright so that he could drink the tea.

Ray finished the tea and Mick saw his eyes flutter closed. He gently took the cup and reclined so that he was resting against his pillows, letting the other man rest against his chest. He grabbed the book off his bedside and began to peruse it.

Ray slept for a few before he jolted awake with a coughing fit. Mick rubbed his back, relieved to hear that the cough was sounding better. The medication that Gideon had administered was working fast. Ray was no longer warm to the touch, his fever broken, and he was breathing easier.

“Mick?” Ray seemed confused. Mick pushed himself upright gently so as not to disturb the man on his chest.

“You have pneumonia Haircut. I couldn’t let you go back to your room alone with no one to care for you.” Mick heard a ding and looked over at the replicator. There was a steaming bowl of something sitting in it. He gently moved Ray to rest on the pillows and got out of the bed. When he approached he saw it was a bowl of chicken soup. He grabbed it and a spoon and brought it back over to the man in his bed. Ray seemed to inhale the food. When he finished he handed the bowl back to Mick.

“So you do care.”

“Don’t you doubt it Haircut.”

[pheuthe]

I noticed someone submitted for the same request I did. So if you haven't already written mine can you do14. “You’re supposed to talk me out of this.” instead?

((Thanks for prompting - just for the record, I don’t necessarily mind doing the same prompt for a different ship, but I had an idea for this one immediately so I’m gonna go with it XD also my first steelatom, sorry if it’s not what you wanted :’D))“That’s fantastic!” Ray repeats for what feels like the hundredth time, the corners of his mouth hurting from how much he’s smiling. 

Mostly, he’s forcing it, and feeling like a horrible person because he can’t be honestly happy for his best friend’s success. The logical part of Ray’s brain, the small part that’s not currently rolling around on the floor kicking around and screaming ‘no’, recognizes that Nate deserves this. He’s been working on that project non-stop for nearly a year, poured his sweat and blood into it (literally, when he forgot to shower for a few days that one time, and then when his nose wouldn’t stop bleeding for seven hours straight that other time). Ray knows that Nate deserves the opportunity to travel and oversee the digs that were going to prove his theories, and that getting grant money like this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. 

But a larger part of Ray’s brain is too busy feeling betrayed and abandoned to really acknowledge this as the exciting moment it should be, and he’s starting to worry that all the beer they’ve drunk in ‘celebration’ will blur the lines between the rational and the irrational, and he’ll say something he’ll regret.

Nate himself looks anything but happy - his expression turns stormier by the minute and he’s outright scowling now, though he’s stubbornly staring at the wall instead of Ray. He’s a sentimental, slightly weepy drunk most of the time, so the building rage in his eyes does not make much sense (especially since Ray himself is just loopy and slow after a couple of beers).“Yeah,” Nate mumbles, sighing. “Can’t wait… I mean, two years, that’s a pretty long time.”

Ray can’t argue with that, but he refuses to back down from his forcibly enthusiastic reaction - he fears that if he lets the optimistic mask slip, the ugly something insistently shouting ‘no’ in the back of his mind will rear its head and do something horrible.

“Yeah,” he soldiers on, a smile still wide on his face, “but you earned it. Send me a postcard sometimes, will you? I mean, I know postcards are pretty outdated and you could just send a text or an e-mail, but I never got any-”

“Dammit, Ray!” Nate yells suddenly and Ray freezes, going silent. Nate pushes off the couch and stalks around, like a caged lion ready to pounce. It makes something shift in Ray’s stomach, something that’s not quite worry or fear because it’s Nate and he’s never been afraid of Nate, but it’s… nervous, tingling, and strange, and Ray doesn’t really know how to breathe through it. He’s still trying to get rid of all that fluttery weirdness when Nate whips around and glares at him, eyes blazing and cheeks red.

“You’re supposed to talk me out of this! Do you really think I can pull off two years around the world? I live in my mom’s basement, for crying out loud!”

Ray blinks, and the tingling gives way to confusion, for a moment.

“Do you… not want to go?” he asks slowly, and Nate throws his arms up with a frustrated groan.

“Why are you- ugh nevermind, of course I want to go. More than anything, really. Almost anything,” he adds those last two words with a strange tint of wistfulness, and Ray wonders what that’s about. He wipes his suddenly-sweaty palms against his jeans and shrugs:“So what’s the problem?”

Nate turns away, but Ray catches a glimpse of the blush spreading across his face, the shade and intensity of a stoplight.

“I want to go,” Nate mutters, and his words slur a little, “but more than that I want you to not want me to go, alright?”

Ray’s quiet for a moment: not so much because he’s pondering the reaction but because he’s trying to process what Nate just said. It seems almost like- but that couldn’t be right, could it?

Ray’s stomach flips, in a really not-bad way, and he licks his lips just as Nate turns to him again, looking for all intents and purposes like he’s just signed his own death warrant. 

“Tell me not to go,” he almost whispers, and Ray wishes he could - but Nate said he did want to go, and Ray’s not going to kill his dreams. Especially if he’s the only one who can talk Nate out of this.

“Send me that postcard, alright?” he smiles and turns towards the door. He almost wishes that Nate would stop him… but Ray’s not sure why, or what he truly wants to happen, and he won’t find out tonight, when his brain’s powered down for the day, courtesy of the four beers he really shouldn’t have had.

It’s only after he’s slept and showered and had his breakfast that he realizes what it all means. What it probably means, in any case - and what he can do to find out. Ray pulls his laptop towards him and a small smile forms on his lips despite the throbbing headache.

………….

“What are you doing here?!”

Ray can’t help but smile, this time for real, when he hears Nate’s voice skip up an octave or two. 

“Catching a flight,” he says easily and adjusts the straps of his backpack - it’s funny how little one needs when making a split-second decision based on a silly hunch that might not even come true.

But hey… whatever Nate might turn out to be in the future, he’s still Ray’s best friend, and he deserves the support.

When Ray turns from checking the number of their flight, he finds Nate gaping at him, lips parted and eyes wide, as if he can’t quite believe that Ray’s there.

“What…?” Nate breathes out, and Ray’s mouth is starting to hurt again from all the smiling, but this time, it feels like the good kind of ache. He steps closer and reaches out and Nate’s hand is right there, pliant under Ray’s touch as he tangles their fingers together, in a light, almost teasing gesture that could be played off as a joke if he’s reading this all wrong.

But he’s not, judging by the way Nate goes red and tightens his fingers around Ray’s almost painfully.

“Come on,” he chuckles, tugging Nate towards their boarding gate, “we have a nine-hour flight to catch. Plenty of time to talk.”

Nate lets himself be pulled, and he doesn’t let go of Ray’s hand until they’re seated on the plane.

When he does, it’s only to smack Ray over the head for leaving his cozy job to traipse around archaeological digs for two years. But he follows that up with a kiss, so Ray’s really not complaining.

By the time they land, Ray’s become used to the tingling in his stomach. He knows now, for sure, that they’re the good kind - and they’re there to stay.

[blacksiren]

I just found your blog and I love it so much and all the things you reblog of Laurel! <3 <3. I'm hoping you can direct me to a post because I was on mobile and lost it before I could reblog it. It was a gifset of Laurel that had "let her sleep because when she wakes she will move mountains" something like that.

thank you so much!! i’m afraid i don’t think i’ve ever seen what you’re thinking of. i’ve only seen the photo of katie and emily sleeping with that quote over it but not a gifset of laurel. i’ll publish this in case anyone has any idea but i’m sorry i can’t help you.