#this is garbage i'm sorry

[pep-rambles]

If you're looking for prompts, then maybe Zora sweeping Percy into one of those forceful villain tangos.

I hope this is sort of what you want, I haven’t had much inspiration these days.

Percy was cornered now, weakened, unarmed with her back against the alley wall, completely at the mercy of the villain in front of her. Zora was smirking down at her, clearly having way too much fun with the situation. Percy waited for Zora to draw her gun, instead, Percy noticed two hands flying at her. Percy shut her eyes, bracing herself to be punched, or thrown down, or withered away into nothing, but nothing happened.

When Percy opened her eyes again she saw that Zora had put her hands on the wall at either side of Percy’s head, her expression not changed but she had leaned in closer “Well, Officer what kinda predicament do we have here? I nearly got mah arms around ya, and it sounds like someone out there might want us to ‘cut a rug’ together.” Percy was confused for a moment before she heard the soft swell of music in the background. Most likely coming from a nearby apartment. 

“Well, what’d’ya say Eyebrows? Can I have this dance?” 

Zora was toying with her. But maybe Percy could use this opportunity to escape while Zora was distracted with her own villainous flirting. 

Percy attempted to duck under Zora’s arms and make a break for her sword but was instantly swooped up. Zora threw one hand around her waist and used the other to hold Percy’s. Zora spun the two of them around and began to step and sway, “I think I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ she teased. 

Percy tried to protest but found herself too shocked to say anything. Not only by being swept up suddenly and against her will into a tango with a well-known terrorist, but also because Zora was a surprisingly good dancer. She seemed to hit the beats just right and flow with the rhythm of the song, however faint it was. Percy hadn’t danced since her youth, and generally was not a fan, but found herself holding onto Zora and following her movements. She’d tell herself later it was because she was afraid to fall, though honestly hitting the concrete would certainly be less risky than the situation she was in. 

The dance only lasted about fifteen seconds but when Zora finally stopped Percy could feel her heart beating fast. Surely from the adrenaline and the physical activity.

“Well, now that was certainly fun but I gotta get on ta other things now Princess.” Zora stretched as she teased.  Was this really all just some game to her? At that moment Percy noticed her discarded sword only a foot away before she could make a move to grab it, Zora turned around. “Always fun runnin’ in ta ya Blondie.” “Wait!” Percy dove to grab her sword, “I can’t allow you to just-”

“Bye!” Zora gave a dramatic finger wave before there was a bright flash of light blinding Percy for a brief moment. When she was finally able to see again she found herself standing alone in the alley, heart still pounding.

[oldestwounds]

starter for @timebcmb-xx

Kim couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t been expecting them in the slightest, yet here they were standing right in front of her. She ran up to the other and wrapped her arms around their waist no wasting a single second. “Oh my god, I missed you so much!” she exclaimed pulling back, a wide smile on her face. “What have you been doing!?”

[colinnash]

Blowing a puff of smoke, he turned toward the person beside him. “Don’t fucking look at me like that. Listen, Hozier’s new EP didn’t have to go that deep, I think we’re all going through a rough time after that.” 

[ofarchivedemias-blog]

--- @ofatheva !

     he knew he should probably just let things lie. but cam had always been attracted to cora like a moth to the flame and this time was no different. lips pursed in disdain at the starbucks cup in hand, his gaze found that unmistakable red hair at one of the tables. a part of him was telling him to just keep it moving, but the other part ( the stronger one ) led him over. the two had been straddling a weird fucking line of not being together and yet emotionally investing into one another’s problems. probably wasn’t healthy but cam had always liked things that were terrible for him. cigarettes, coffee, her.

           ‘ the red’s back. ’ he announced his presence as he approached the table, thick eyebrow quirking as he looked her over. ‘ -- uh, heard you won the contest. ’

[paramounticebound]

✿

Send ✿ for my muse to climb into bed with yours late at night. || @madestoried || selectively accepting.

He never could manage to fall asleep in a cot. There’s something too rigid about it, no matter the location: Rebellion, First Order, laboratories. Khan’s never quite been able to tackle the issue, instead curbing it by simply not sleeping at all, not until exhaustion takes him completely, or if he’s forced to patch himself up and avoid properly bleeding out all over the place. 

There’s no admitting it, and likely there never will be, but tonight he tries for her. They’ve been sharing the room for a while now, and he knows that she sleeps as little as he does, and that when the darkness does take her, it manifests as nightmares. Silence speaks the loudest-- it’s her turn to ask him to stay, and he does, letting himself lay like a dead man on the opposite bed, like his presence alone might be enough to slay the monsters in her mind. 

A routine: shallow breathing, nails clawing against the sheets until the fabric is balled in her fists; the inevitable start when she bolts upward. Since he met her, he’s thought it safer to stay silent simply because he knows that sometimes speaking of ghosts calls them to haunt, and both of them have had enough dead and lost things to last a lifetime. 

The routine changes when she moves toward him, wordlessly crawling into bed with him, pulling the covers up to their shoulders. Automatically, like she fits him like a glove, he’s holding her. He’s breathing with her. Khan won’t sleep this night, but all the better to keep Rey near, run his fingers through her hair, and will her demons away when they inevitably return.

[milogarner]

@xander-lance

Family bonding wasn’t exactly Milo’s forte without having any siblings and seeing as his father bounced early on, he’d always wished to have someone to be able to relate to through DNA, but it was just never there. Curious about Xander, Milo felt it was beyond necessary to stop by with pizza box in hand. Just coming from work, some would argue he looked as if he was actually delivering a pizza. Knocking a few times, he stepped back. “I hope you like pizza or else this is a terrible mistake for my diet.” He pipped, making a joke for really his own self comfort.

[lionedgar]

▵ — Edgar was not looking good. He’d had cuts and bruises before from some stupid slip ups on his part, but most people overlooked those without giving it much of a second thought. Oh, he’s blind, that makes sense. At least, that’s what Edgar figured they thought - but perhaps he wasn’t giving them enough credit. On the whole, the majority of people avoided bringing anything up about his appearance at all, not knowing how they were supposed to act. This didn’t bother him much, though it seemed to bother some of his friends (especially Doe, who wasn’t afraid of yelling some obscenity or other to complete strangers; he loved her).

      But Doe wasn’t here, and he’d lost hard last night, turning his more typical cuts and bruises into a hackjob. It was almost unmnistakably a result of fighting, and the last thing he needed was people to start suspecting that he was capable of that. If he kept this up, sooner or later people would stop overlooking him, making his job much harder.

      Which is what has lead him to making some very stupid and public mistakes lately, which would have been embarrassing if they weren’t absolutely necessary. Edgar was walking down a busy street when he pulled what he decided would be his last one of the day, seeing as he’d made a fool of himself enough and it was barely even noon. He very tactfully tripped over his own two feet and, in the process, dropped his white can so that it clattered to the cobblestone ground. He nearly went down with it but ultimately decided that that was more than it was worth when he couldn’t be sure anyone from the Ministry was around.

      For the benefit of anyone who might have been around and paying attention to him now, he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “I swear I’m sober.”

[videogcmes]

this one’s for the loml @tipsylovers​

        fifteen seconds, that’s all it took for ember hues to stumble upon him at the entrance, though it’d only took a total of three for her to formulate it’d been her father’s bidding. of course he’d invite him, why else would he nag at her for hours to ensure she was ready ? it wasn’t as if he actually cared if she’d made an appearance, sebastian bailed all the time, never once had their father shown an ounce of despair at his absence. but tonight, she had to, it was important. or so he claimed, in reality it was another pathetic attempt at playing cupid. as if the weapon wielding angel held even a smidgen of hope at mending the bonds she swore broken. “well, guess they’re just letting anyone in these days.” she’d mutter, hushed words spoken into the glass of champagne she’d quickly use to swallow them. if this was the game her father wanted to play, so be it, but not without another glass, maybe three. enough for limber legs to wobble, stilettos tapping against the marble floor, accountable for each small step towards another glass. “how kind of my father to invite you.” her voice serene, approaching him next to open bar her father had arranged. his cologne lingers, the way it had on her sheets, even after numerous attempts to wash him out. her demeanor’s tense, filling her glass merely an inch from the brim as she attempts to cling to any ounce of dignity she has left. “it’s unlike him to invite strangers.” a sardonic grin rests on her features, red lipstick staining the crystal rim. manicured nails push her hair behind her ear, reminiscing on the way he had countless times before. “i don’t believe we’ve met, i’m harlow, but some people like to call me loey.” tongue pressing firmly against her cheek, gliding swiftly over her teeth as she forces a smile, far too large to be sincere. “i hope you enjoy the party,” she’s struggling to maintain composure, glass trembling within slender digits. “i’m sure there’s plenty of girls you can leave with.” her charade falters, chocolate hues flickering backwards, nothing but the whites of her eyes visible over the fifth glass of the night.