#starr stuff

[starrspice]

Can someone teach my brain to learn what it wants?

I wanna draw more of the daycare attendant now that ruin is out and even add onto my aus

But I don't like how I draw them anymore

And figuring out a new way to draw them is hard QwQ

[eyelessfaces]

[lucca-stateofmind]

Gosh I love them

[trickarrows-bishop]

[bram-stoners]

what they should’ve done

[owuwi]

I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME.ᐟ

➤ ava starr x fem!reader

.ᐣ ava comes home late after a rough mission.

⤷ cw: touch-starved!ava, fluff, a bit suggestive, a short and probably a not-so-realistic description of french kissing.

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you were perfect—at least in ava's eyes.

if she could, she would never be apart from you. she had a safe, secluded home, she had you, why would she ever want to leave that? especially, why would she want to leave to work for valentina allegra de fontaine? hell, she didn't get why she did it—perhaps because it was what she was trained to do.

the only good thing that came out of her new job was the attention you provided her.

don't get her wrong, she hated making you worry and she always tried to keep you as calm as possible before she left, but she loved the treatment she received after a rough day—kisses everywhere, a warm meal, a warm bath, massages, everything she could ever need—.

she didn't expect it on those particularly bad days, though, on those times where she came home limping at three am—like her current situation—.

she closed the door to the house you owned together behind her as quiet as she could, not having the energy to phase through it yet not wanting to wake you up. her heart melted at the sight of you curled up, sleeping on the couch, her fingers quickly finding the button to deactivate her helmet so she could look at you better. it was no surprise to her seeing you try and wait for her awake, which most of the times resulted in you falling asleep on the couch, but she just loved watching you in such a peaceful state.

wincing, she managed to take off her shoes before walking over to you, a pained sigh leaving her chapped lips as she kneeled in front of you before kissing your temple. "i'm home..." she said, body shivering at the domesticity of the whole scene.

you stirred at the feel of her kiss and sound of her words—her voice hoarse thanks to the exhaustion—. opening your eyes, you were met with the british girl looking like hell—cute, like always, yet tired—. "ava..." you called out for her, moving your warm palm towards her face to cup her cheek.

"what did i say about trying to wait up for me?" she scolded you softly before standing up and then plopping down on the couch, shifting so she could hide her face against the crook of your neck and wrap her arms around you tightly. she took her gloves off so she could feel slip her hands under the fabric of your shirt and feel your bare skin beneath her palms.

"hush... you like it when i spoil you..." you replied, your eyes fluttering shut once again as you felt your girl's warmth even with her thick suit still on. you wrapped your arms around her neck and slowly started playing with her hair, smiling as you felt her relaxing even more against you.

without saying anything else, she started peppering soft kisses all over your throat as her shaky hands settled on your hips—holding onto your flesh like you'd disappear if she didn't grabbed you—. you allowed her to kiss all the way up to your lips, but the force she used to press her mouth against yours had you surprised. she was rough—sloppy, messy, eager—but there was still something so delicate about the way she kissed you.

you could genuinely tell how much she had missed you.

she only pulled away when the two of you needed to properly breathe, trying her best to ignore the string of saliva still connecting you both, and started kissing all over your face in a way that had you laughing. she loved your laugh more than words could describe; she loved you more than she ever thought she could love. she was so whipped and it scared her some times, she didn't know what to do with so many feelings.

ava pulled you into another kiss shortly after, teeth clamping down onto your bottom lip just to get the slightest taste of you—carefully, obviously, not breaking skin—. her hands roamed your upper body shamelessly, wanting to get as much of you as she possibly could. her head was fuzzy with the faint sounds of your whines and your soft flesh under her touch wasn't helping her calm down.

"e-easy there... you're tired..." hesitantly, you broke the kiss and mumbled—worried about ava's health. as you opened your eyes, you cupped her cheeks and gently brushed your thumbs against her soft skin, a feeling of concern settling in your gut at the sight of a large cut on her cheekbone. "i missed you... i really missed you..." ava commented as she leaned against your touch, not a single ounce of embarrassment—for being so honest about her emotions—noticeable in her tone.

"i missed your lips..." she added before leaning in and stealing a quick peck, clearly containing herself from fully making out of you right there. "i missed your smell..." she continued before nuzzling her nose against your cheek, closing her eyes and tensing her jaw as she tried not to break down.

but you knew your girl.

ava had always been... skeptical about showing her love for you. at first, it was worst—she pushed you away, not wanting to get attached, but how could she do so when you were so incredibly perfect for her? you showed her how to actually live and she was forever grateful for that, forever grateful for you. she couldn't lose you and she needed you, and she had troubles expressing that feeling. it didn't happen as much as it used to—her hiding herself from you—but you could still tell when she was holding something back.

"i missed you, too, so much..." you commented as you gently guided her head so she could face you again. "but i'm—..." you started yet stopped, knowing how much your next words were going to affect the british girl. "i'm proud of you, ava, you know that..." you whispered delicately as you brushed your thumb against her jawline, eyes sparkling with nothing but love and honesty.

she didn't like crying—god, she hated it. she hated how intense her cries got, how she felt her chest closing and crushing her organs, so she didn't allow the tears to roll down her cheeks. instead, she leaned in and kissed you again, tongue slipping into your mouth before brushing against your lips.

she pushed you back so you were fully pressed against the couch, her strong body caging you in as she kissed you with raw desperation. "s-so proud of you, baby..." you managed to repeat between the kiss and that was what broke ava down.

you were proud of her even when she committed all of those terrible acts? jesus, were you as sick as she was? truth be told, she didn't care—it was only more proof of how destined the two of you were of being together.

breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against your shoulder and allowed herself to sob. her hands released your hips and instead wrapped her arms around your waist, her shaky palms pressed against your back.

she didn't even notice how sleepy she actually was until you changed your hold on her and wrapped your arms around her torso, her mind turning off as you slowly rocked her back and forth. "just—... a bit more..." her broken voice called out as she moved to kiss you again, basically making out with you despite the tears still rolling down and how drained she was.

you could get lost in her lips, and oh did you wanted to, but not in that moment. placing a hand on her chest, you pushed her away gently. "i like the way you kiss me... and i know you miss me because i can literally tell..." you said before laughing softly, taking a moment to admire her features. "but you need to sleep... let's go to bed, yeah?" you asked her and silently begged the gods above so your stubborn girlfriend would agree with you.

and she did.

she didn't comment anything else, she simply stood up and grabbed your hand—letting you stand up and guide her to your bedroom, a weak and trembly smirk forming on her redden lips. she was too tired to show you how much she needed you so the two of you shared a nice, tranquil night after you helped her get out of her suit, but you better believe she wasn't letting you escape the next morning.

[angelicabr]

Look at him and his slim figure, that cute bunny smile and positivity — like he hadn’t been motion sick the entire flight.

[mcqraw]

[hermajestythesun]

paul retreated into a life of fantasy, stoicism, domesticity, and remote narrowness once yoko came into the picture for good. i think this was because john intuitively understood and balanced out paul. paul often has a tendency to act very quickly and anxiously when making an attempt to keep himself momentarily secure in the face of a perceived “threat.” this leads to self-destructive habits. john recognized this and helped paul avoid slipping into his mind and spiraling. i think john expected some sort of different reaction to yoko from paul than what he ultimately got. as much as john was necessary for paul’s emotional regulation, i think john’s insecurities shrouded his understanding of just how dependent paul was on him.

regarding yoko, i think paul’s hurt was read as disinterest. john was probably attempting to threaten paul, who always tries to communicate through art and stories, by acting like yoko was a better romantic, sexual, and ARTISTIC partner. prob because smth happened in india that was sexual or direct (as alluded to by numerous sources) and challenged the very order of their creative world/partnership. because of john’s outward and purposeful love, admiration, and inclusion of yoko, paul panics and frantically cheats and sleeps around and dates to try and find a similar kind of woman as both a weapon and shield to use against john.

paul saw john as god almost. i get a bit annoyed when john/paul discussions seem to overlook paul’s pure adoration and idolization of john, and this remains true even today. i think john assumed that his love was too great to be matched, or that john was unloveable, or that paul was indifference to being abandoned/abandoning john. instead, paul reacts to anything john gives him; the good AND the bad. john was paul’s rock, superior, best friend, partner, lover, rival, challenger, placater, and regulator. john’s actions usually had the ability to help curate paul into the best and most pure version of himself. now, they were causing paul to crash. but because paul is paul, and he can never appear to be shaken or hurt or shocked by anything, he plays the same game.

it destroys them both.

EDIT: i wanted to add this; and i DO think they understood and loved each other like no other. because they both saw their darkest capabilities and their greatest potential. they both went from being angry, lonely, traumatized people to artistic prodigies. john understood that paul’s indirectness came from a place of domestic unrest and paul knew that john was just trying to make it on his own. they bounced off one another. they all allowed their hurt feelings to dig them into holes they couldn’t get out of, both with each other and other people.

[romeowtoo]

[starrspice]

Hey hi hello tumblr

Im still alive but a lots kinda going on for me right now. The biggest and most important thing being that I got accepted into a different college!!! I'll be transferring out there in January but that means I'll be moving soon too since its in a different state! I don't know how active I'll be able to be here but Whenever i have the time and energy I'll try and post here but please know if you send me any asks or tag me its not that i didn't see it im just really busy!!!

But if it's StarrSpice content you plants crave I'll be streaming more on twitch soon!! So keep an eye out for announcements about that!

[eyelessfaces]

[maximumfonzarelli]

in another life they travelled around the UK in a van searching for mysteries to write silly little songs about

[paulnnccartney]

HELLO????

[diamondzart]

I’ve known this crazy movie for about 14 years and never even tried to draw any fanart. This is criminal 🤯 Here goes my first attempt.

[bram-stoners]

something about the group (minus john) only knowing bucky for a few hours but IMMEDIATELY helping him when he was knocked out by sentry

ava grabbing his arm, john and alexei picking him up and dragging him out and yelena holding him up in the elevator