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[asteria-star]

Star feels his clammy hand make contact for less than a moment and decides she’s fucking had enough. She slips her hand out from under his before he has time to pat it or cling to it or whatever he seemed to think was a good idea, like climbing over a safety railing to stick your hand in a tigers enclosure, and jams the tines of her fork down through the back of the offending limb with the force of her entire body.

Mr Douchebag yowls and leaps to his feet, sending plates and glasses flying in a shower of chicken, broken crockery and red wine. Star hears John mutter something at her back, but muscle memory warns her of a second attack and she gets to her own feet, gown shimmering around her, with a dull butter knife now raised at the ready.

The room, so suddenly erupted in a cacophony of violent noise and startled shrieks, has fallen into eerie silence. Star can feel her own heart thundering behind her ribs, hear her own ragged breathing as her chest heaves, a feels a little thrill at the way the other man has yet to raise his own defences. He’s weak, still hunched over himself, the rage in his eyes when he looks at her nothing more than a loud, obnoxious bark with now bite to follow.

“You think I’m scared of you?” He spits - Star really can’t remember his name and well and truely does not give a shit to try - cradling his bloodied hand to his chest and staining his expensive shirt with spots of red. “Stupid bitch, think you’re so clever, can’t even choose a weapon properly!”

Star cocks her head, and the butter knife in her hand, showing her teeth. “You think I need the steak knife to do any damage? Would you like to see what I can do with what I have?”

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Star has been looking at John with a vacant stare that has nothing but murder behind it on and off for most of the evening, but she’s hardly broken it to blink since they’ve sat down at the table. She can feel her right eye twitch. The man she has been dreaming lovingly about eviscerating for the past three hours has ended up in the seat next to Star that isn’t occupied by John. When the man throws himself into the chair with a loud exclamation about the dire state of women’s morality Star creaks around to fix her gaze on John with an expression she hopes he knows means she’ll be cutting the ends off all his socks when they get back to Thunderbird Five as punishment for landing her in this situation. The meal starts, and Star makes it through the entree completely phased out of the conversations happening around her, and she’s thinking John will be so proud I haven’t killed anyone when things start to go downhill. The man reaches around to smack John on the shoulder, which is a no go to begin with because no one touches John, but he leaves his arm there, draped across the back of Star’s chair. She can feel his arm through his jacket against her bare back, and Star stiffens. She loudly drags her chair back from the table an inch, casual enough to look like she’s just shifting herself but enough to send the man tumbling back into his own seat sputtering with indignation. Star looks at John and hopes he can see it on her face that he has t-minus two fucking seconds to come up with a diplomatic way of getting rid of this guy before she does it for all of them.

John flinches as he's touched.

"Oh, uh," Thunderbird Five flounders, suddenly convinced that Star is about to do something incredibly stupid. John's eyes dart to the man still recovering from his little slip, busy spluttering, back to Star, and then to the man again; he's started smoothing his toupee back into place. "She's not-" John starts, then very quickly decides that nothing he could possibly say is going to get through to this man. "Uh, you know, how about some more of the chicken, Mr. Worthington-Smythe?"

Holding the tray out forces the man to keep his hands to himself while he takes it, and John watches with vague horror as Worthington-Smythe uses his own fork instead of the serving tongs to pile his plate high, then slathers the whole thing in the thick, rich gravy.

"You've got to be forceful about these things, Mr Tracy." Worthington-Smythe starts up again, and John strongly considers using his panic button, "I can tell you're one of those soft sorts," He pulls the meat apart with his teeth, not even pausing as he talks, and John gets treated to a lovely view of mashing, spit-slicked molars, "but, mrmph, a woman needs a firm hand."

Well, that's definitely put John off his own chicken. He pushes his plate away.

"Star?" He says lightly, aware of the need to deal with the ticking time bomb simmering beside him. John's palms feel sweaty. "Would you go ask Lady Creighton-Ward what time dessert is being served, please?" It's an offer of an out, but Worthington-Smythe doesn't give her a chance to take it.

"Please doth butter no parsnips, Mr Tracy!" The man laughs in John's firmly tolerant face. "You've got to grab the horse by the soft bits and drag them to water!" And that's when Worthington-Smythe makes the terrible decision to try and take Star's hand.

[asteria-star]

Star isn’t listening to him, creeping up onto her tiptoes to get a better look at the gash spewing blood down his face. He’s glassy eyed and pale, more so than usual, and anxiety gnaws at her chest when he starts to sway slightly on his feet.

“Okay, you need to sit down for a moment,” Star tells him carefully, hooking and arm around his back so that’s she’s under his arm, ready to ease him down to sit on a semi-stable pile of rubble if he’ll let her. “Have some water and I’ll comm them. But I seriously need you to tell me if you were wearing a helmet when a bloody beam fell on your head.”

Broken Glass [RP thread]

starman-john-tracy asked:

Prompt: “No, I’m okay, I just... I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.” - John

asteria-star answered:

The words sent Star’s stomach to the floor faster than John’s pale face had. They’re on a rescue, something that had apparently started with an unwatched candle that was now looking more like hell itself with the flames raging through the small town. Star is hot, cranky, and about ready to commit a crime after being separated from John in the chaos and ending up stuck helping Scott of all people. It had been ages since she’d seen John, or any other the others, really, aside from when Gordon skittered past them followed by a grumbling Virgil. They’re all on the comms, though, so Star can convince herself that nothing bad has happened. Then John comes stumbling towards her, muttering something about hitting his head, and Star is so thoroughly done with the day and ready to go home. There’s a lot of smoke, so where is his helmet? “Hit your head? On what??” She demands, capturing his face before he can wander off, running her fingers over his skull in search of bumps. “And why on earth are you not wearing your helmet?”

"It's fine." John tells her, in complete antithesis to the line of blood currently snaking it's way out of his hairline and down the side of his face. He seems breathless. Panicked. "Beam fell on me," He explains as she catches onto him, reaching up to probe at his skull, "broke the glass."

Which is a feat in itself, as International Rescue's helmets are space-rated borosilicate and almost indestructible. Just how hard did that beam hit him over the head?

John winces, pulling back as her fingers get a little too near the gnarly gash at his crown, where the ginger hair is dark and sticky with blood.

"I need you to Comm my brothers." John's voice is raspy in a way that screams smoke inhalation. His fingers tighten on her forearms, with urgency, or simply to stay upright it's not clear. He's coherent though, and he's managing to track her well enough with his eyes, which is impressive, considering the crack he must have taken to his skull. "The whole East side's collapsed," John warns, "And the floor below this one is nothing but fire. We've gotta get out."

[asteria-star]

Star has been looking at John with a vacant stare that has nothing but murder behind it on and off for most of the evening, but she’s hardly broken it to blink since they’ve sat down at the table. She can feel her right eye twitch.

The man she has been dreaming lovingly about eviscerating for the past three hours has ended up in the seat next to Star that isn’t occupied by John. When the man throws himself into the chair with a loud exclamation about the dire state of women’s morality Star creaks around to fix her gaze on John with an expression she hopes he knows means she’ll be cutting the ends off all his socks when they get back to Thunderbird Five as punishment for landing her in this situation. The meal starts, and Star makes it through the entree completely phased out of the conversations happening around her, and she’s thinking John will be so proud I haven’t killed anyone when thing start to go downhill.

The man reaches around to smack John on the shoulder, which is a no go to begin with because no one touches John, but he leaves his arm there, draped across the back of Star’s chair. She can feel his arm through his jacket against her bare back, and Star stiffens. She loudly drags her chair back from the table an inch, casual enough to look like she’s just shifting herself but enough to send the man tumbling back into his own seat sputtering with indignation.

Star looks at John and hopes he can see it on her face that he has t-minus two fucking seconds to come up with a diplomatic was of getting rid of this guy before she does it for all of them.

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The fact Penelope got John here at all is a small miracle - but it's all the more so for his permanent, court-mandated tag-along, Star. 

Everyone who's anyone will be there, Penny had said, all blond curls, fluttery blue eyes and a red lipstick pout that she's well aware has never worked on John. I need at least one member of International Rescue to represent. John had suggested his scores of significantly more available brothers, only to be told his entire family is, mysteriously, busy. It's for charity, she'd said, and John had kindly pointed out that Tracy Industries donates millions to charity each year. There'll be a four-course meal plus canapés? She'd added, and John could not possibly be interested less.

Yes, well, I want you to. She'd pouted, eventually. I'm in desperate need of someone who's actually worth having a conversation with at this thing. Consider it a rescue, John dear, come rescue me from tedium and boring, upperclass men who like to think I'm available, and John, feeling thoroughly played, had caved.

He'd dug out a dusty three-piece suit and taken Star to the mainland to buy any dress she liked as a form of bribery - she didn't seem any keener than he did to attend, but when the alternative was being assigned to Scott for the day, Star had also caved. The dress she chose is black, dangerously fitted, and subtly sparkly, and she knows exactly what she's doing in it.

John shrugs and tells her that she's stunning, simply because it's objectively true. 

The charity dinner is… fine. The company is dull, rich and English, but the food is as good as promised and Star's frustrated expressions make it almost tolerable. 

Almost.

They've been seated with a man on Star's left who keeps trying to engage her in conversation - despite the way her face practically screams she would rather choke on a crouton than exchange another word with him. John's been trying to run polite, tolerant interference, but now the man's talking over her head as if John owns her, and that's not going down well at all.

“-and she was asking for it," He crows, blissfully unaware that he's making everyone in earshot uncomfortable, "dressed like that, you know?" He slaps a chummy hand against John's shoulder behind Star's back, like he too, should have terrible opinions on women. Microexpressions twitch in the spaceman's eyebrows and the corners of his mouth like he's trying very hard to be diplomatic when, really, someone just needs to shut this guy the hell up. "Crazy bitch. At least you have yours under control."

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[asteria-star]

"You forgot my birthday..." The edge of John's mouth quirks into a smile, "didn't you?"

“…no?” Star looks at him out of the corner of her eye, spoon of cereal halfway raised to her mouth as she draws the word out the give herself more time to mull it over. “Happy birthday?”

“Hang on,” she slams down her spoon and launches herself halfway across the table for the tablet he’s placed between them. “There’s no way we’re in October.”

[asteria-star]

“You gotta be subtle about it,” Star tells him seriously, nodding her head solemnly. “Get revenge here can’t trace back to you. One guy that was giving me a hard time, back in the day, I just stood next to some people that were looking for him and spoke really loudly about where he was staying and about how the back window doesn’t latch. Then they can’t blame you for what happens.”

It’s hard to tell if she knows there’s anything wrong with what she’s just said, or if she still really thinks it’s normal. It could be either, really and truely. Regardless, there is no doubt that she would help John with any plan, should he decide revenge is needed.

I being friends with Star truely is like having a chihuahua at his heels, yapping at anyone who gets too close.

“So no mainland?” Star asks again, just to confirm.

She’s not bored, exactly, just… restless. Been in one place too long. It goes against every instinct in her brain that has been trained to tell her to run and hide, to always keep moving, to be one step ahead. Weeks at a time on a tropical island always feels a bit like being trapped in the twilight zone.

Just Lookin' [RP]

asteria-star:

Star takes his chin gently between her thumb and forefinger, turning him so that he’s facing her. He goes willingly, scooting the chair around and sitting patiently. A little frown forms between his brows when she starts wiping at the smudge of ink with her free thumb, but he ultimately leaves her to it. “We don’t have to go,” she says with a shrug, as if she’s talking about something so simple as the grocery store, not NASA. It’s all the same to her, she can get them out of both just as easily. “I can cause a problem here if you don’t want to go, or I can mess with them while we’re there if you want a little revenge.” It’s hard to tell if she’s joking. By now, John knows she isn’t. In all honesty, Star’s trying to puzzle through what could have possibly happened between John and his old commander to make him this reluctant to go back - almost upset about the idea. He’s dealt with plenty of morons in his time, stars seen it, but no matter how much he rolls his eyes he never actually taps out of it. Honestly, it makes her more than a little concerned. “This Nixon guy, just a knob?” She asks, trying to stumble around the question without outright asking him did the guy hurt you because I will make him disappear where no one will ever find him. She’s working on being civil. “Nothing else went down?”

John splutters on a surprised laugh, pulling away from her hand on his chin.

"A what?" He sounds affronted and amused all at once. "I- No, it's ok, I... he's..." The amusement starts to drain away, and, slowly, John sinks backward into his chair. His shoulders slump, his ankles cross, and somehow the scrunch of it makes all six-foot-whatever of spaceman look small. John lets the pause continue for a moment, then sighs. "Uh, yeah, no, he's just the kind of man who seems to thrive off making life harder for people, you know?" He tries to find a smile for her, but there's no warmth in his eyes, and he knows she's not going to just let him leave it at that.

"He just makes me uncomfortable," John pushes himself away from the desk, his palms flat against it's wooden edge as he tries to find a way to explain. "He would give me jobs I was either wildly over or under qualified for like he was setting me up to fail. Astronaut track trainees shouldn't be expected to make their supervisors coffee but they also shouldn't have to calibrate their own equipment for a neutral buoyancy dive without someone checking it."

John rubs the bridge of his nose between forefinger and thumb. His pen lays on the desk, discarded.

"Because surely the son of the great Jeff Tracy doesn't need my help." John puts on more of a lilting, Texan accent, clearly parroting the man. "...Nixon was, I don't know, jealous or maybe just resentful toward my father. I guess I was an easy target in newbie blues for him to take it out on." The fingers abandon John's nose as he tips his head back, suddenly fascinated with the ceiling. "I think he once missed out on a Shadow Alpha placement because it went to Dad, but I didn't need his constant reminders just how big the boots I was trying to fill were, when all I wanted was boots of my own."

"Still-" He's about to say that everyone's had a bad boss or two in their lives, but he catches himself before the words come out as he remembers who he's talking to. Star hasn't exactly had the most... orthodox employment history. "Still, he's never put me in active danger..." John blinks, "Uh, well, that is, on purpose... I think..."

[asteria-star]

Prompt: “No, I’m okay, I just... I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.” - John

@starman-john-tracy

The words sent Star’s stomach to the floor faster than John’s pale face had. They’re on a rescue, something that had apparently started with an unwatched candle that was now looking more like hell itself with the flames raging through the small town. Star is hot, cranky, and about ready to commit a crime after being separated from John in the chaos and ending up stuck helping Scott of all people. It had been ages since she’d seen John, or any other the others, really, aside from when Gordon skittered past them followed by a grumbling Virgil. They’re all on the coms, though, so Star can convince herself that nothing bad has happened.

Then John comes stumbling towards her, muttering something about hitting his head, and Star is so thoroughly done with the day and ready to go home. There’s a lot of smoke, so where is his helmet?

“Hit your head? On what??” She demands, capturing his face before he can wander off, running her fingers over his skull in search of bumps. “Any why on earth are you not wearing your helmet?”

[asteria-star]

Your whump word(s) of the day

"Oh, that blood. Yeah... yeah that's mine."

[asteria-star]

Star takes his chin gently between her thumb and forefinger, turning him so that he’s facing her. He goes willingly, scooting the chair around and sitting patiently. A little frown forms between his brows when she starts wiping at the smudge of ink with her free thumb, but he ultimately leaves her to it.

“We don’t have to go,” she says with a shrug, as if she’s talking about something so simple as the grocery store, not NASA. It’s all the same to her, she can get them out of both just as easily. “I can cause a problem here if you don’t want to go, or I can mess with them while we’re there if you want a little revenge.”

It’s hard to tell if she’s joking. By now, John knows she isn’t.

In all honesty, Star’s trying to puzzle through what could have possibly happened between John and his old commander to make him this reluctant to go back - almost upset about the idea. He’s dealt with plenty of morons in his time, stars seen it, but no matter how much he rolls his eyes he never actually taps out of it. Honestly, it makes her more than a little concerned.

“This Nixon guy, just a knob?” She asks, trying to stumble around the question without outright asking him did the guy hurt you because I will make him disappear where no one will ever find him. She’s working on being civil. “Nothing else went down?”

Just Lookin' [RP]

asteria-star:

Star just shrugs and keeps looking at the paper, though without any hint of comprehension to show that she’s actually reading it. “Just looking,” is all she has to say to him. It’s unclear whether she’s bored and actively looking for entertainment, or just wandering. “Are we going somewhere?” She’s used to papers meaning universities, and trips to the mainland for talks.

"Mm." John's halfway into his next line, and he pushes the square glasses he's wearing a little up his nose, as if that'll help him think. He's got them to correct for the temporary shift in atmospheric pressure in his eyeballs that occurs between Thunderbird Five and Earth, and they've not been down long enough for him to discard them just yet. "Maybe," He grabs a ruler and draws a margin down the side of a new page with a swipe of his pen. It's a fountain - glossy wood and gold - undoubtedly expensive. It's probably worth more than everything Star owns put together, and that's not even going to occur to him. He doesn't look up.

"NASA want me over in Houston to update them in person," John's nose wrinkles a little, like he's not pleased about that - which is surprising considering John usually praises NASA like they hung the stars personally. "Thing is, it's my old operations commander who's asked me to come in." Interestingly, he sounds the furthest thing from happy about that. "He knows full well I could provide the telemetries easily from orbit, so I don't know if he's trying to waste my time, or catch me out, or-"

John sighs, the sound heavy, and one hand comes up to scrunch into the curl of his bangs. A smudge of ink from his thumb ends up across his forehead and he looks... tired. Shockingly so, for a man whose usually so neat and perfect and put together.

"Commander Nixon just isn't someone I'm exactly... keen to meet again. The man had a problem with me from the second my application out of Uni crossed his desk. Called me too good to be true, and not in a positive way, then seemed to think I managed to get in purely on my last name..." John rolls the pen miserably between his fingers, "I'm hoping his superiors will just take a report and not waste anyone's time by putting us in the same room together."

[asteria-star]

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

[asteria-star]

Prompt: ❝ You just cheated! I watched you! ❞ - John

@starman-john-tracy

Star leans back against the couch, mouth open in offence and her hand pressed against her chest. She’s still got the rest of her cards in her other hand, tucked away where he can’t see them.

“Me? Cheating?” She gasps. “I would never- I can’t believe you would say that! I’m so offended that you think that about me!”

It’s hard to tell if she’s being serious or not, but she’s sticking to her story - no matter what anybody saw.

[asteria-star]

PROMPTS FOR MUSES WHO ARE LITTLE SHITS™ !

for all the muses out there who like to mess with others!! mainly meant for platonic relationships, but can be used for romantic & antagonistic relationships as well! feel free to modify any pronouns, descriptor words, & objects for your needs!

FROM THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ how'd you like the fake spider in your room? ❞ ❝ hang on a second, i'm gonna record this — ❞ ❝ i took 20 bucks out of your bag last night. ❞ ❝ alright, that's it, time for the tickle monster treatment! ❞ ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ❝ i think i might have accidentally just hurt myself again. ❞ ❝ what makes you think you can possibly take me? ❞ ❝ outta the way, i was here first! ❞ ❝ sorry, i lost that a little while ago. ❞ ❝ hey, come on! it was just a prank! ❞ ❝ i'm seriously thinking about forcing that secret out of you. ❞ ❝ wait, did YOU say you wanted the last piece of pie in the fridge? 'cause i kinda just ate it ... ❞

actions. [ SING ] — sender starts singing raunchy lyrics around receiver [ WRESTLE ] — sender attempts to start play-fighting with receiver [ FINGER ] — sender flips receiver the bird [ LAUGH ] — sender tries to make receiver laugh [ LEAN ] — sender puts their full weight on receiver [ COLD ] — sender puts their cold fingers under receiver's shirt [ DRIVE ] — sender begins to drive very fast with receiver in the car with them [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking [ BLANKET ] — sender pulls receiver's blanket off them while they're half-asleep [ PRANK ] — sender pulls a prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

FOR THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ hey, stop that! ❞ ❝ careful, i just got that new furniture. ❞ ❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ ❝ god, you're such an asshole! ❞ ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ ❝ i didn't actually think it was that funny. ❞ ❝ aw, dammit, you broke it! ❞ ❝ you can't go 24 hours without having some kind of accident, huh? ❞ ❝ you just cheated! i watched you! ❞ ❝ if you even think about messing with me today, i will end you. ❞ ❝ are you drunk or something? because that was some of the weirdest shit i've ever heard. ❞ ❝ okay, i won't lie, that was actually pretty funny. ❞

actions. [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock [ CHASE ] — sender chases receiver around in frustration [ RUN ] — sender runs from receiver to avoid being pranked/scared [ NUDGE ] — sender briskly nudges receiver in response to a snarky comment [ IGNORE ] — sender pretends to ignore receiver [ PULL ] — sender is dragged into pulling a prank with the sender [ CLEAN ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's mess [ WIPE ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's injuries after pulling a stunt that doesn't end well [ LEAVE ] — sender storms off in frustration after being messed with by receiver [ REVENGE ] — sender pulls a revenge prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

[asteria-star]

Star just shrugs and keeps looking at the paper, though without any hint of comprehension to show that she’s actually reading it.

“Just looking,” is all she has to say to him. It’s unclear whether she’s bored and actively looking for entertainment, or just wandering. “Are we going somewhere?”

She’s used to papers meaning universities, and trips to the mainland for talks.

** Star comes to stand in the doorway of John’s room. He’s sitting at his desk, scribbling away at something or another that she can’t quite see. She’s loud enough that he has to have heard him, but she doesn’t announce herself further, just shuffles in to stand over his shoulder.

John finishes his line without looking up, the pen looping smooth curved lines over themselves to complete his thought. After all, he knows it can't be Scott or the tinies; that particular trio are impossibly loud at all times, and it's unlikely to be Virgil because he's been up in his studio for the last four hours, thoroughly absorbed in his latest painting. Which leaves the stomping boots to be Kayo, unlikely, or Star.

"Uh..." His gaze flicks up to find it is Star, looming vaguely ominously over his shoulder. "Hello?" He tries, a little baffled. "I'm working on a paper," He adds, his tone insinuating that she's disturbing him, but there's an edge to it that suggests he'd drop his work instantly if she does need his help. "I'm summarizing the latest telemetries of the Tracy Quasar from Five's telescopic array for NASA." John explains, "Did you need something?"

[asteria-star]

PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare

[asteria-star]

HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”

[asteria-star]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂��𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[asteria-star]

IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW

for muses who need to share some intimate thoughts with one another. can be platonic, romantic, familial ... works with any kind of dynamic really. feel free to change pronouns, descriptor words, whatever you may need!

❝ you know i love and care about you, right? ❞ ❝ ... i guess i'm just scared of losing you. ❞ ❝ i don't like most people, but you're an exception. ❞ ❝ you're not alone. you'll never be alone. not as long as i'm here. ❞ ❝ by your side is where i'm meant to be. ❞ ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞ ❝ i don't know what it is about you, but, you just ... you're the only one who can make me feel like this. ❞ ❝ you're amazing, you know that? ❞ ❝ who has the greatest (friend/brother/sister/sibling/parent/etc) in the world? me, that's who! ❞ ❝ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. ❞ ❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞ ❝ i know for a fact that you're special. i can feel it. ❞ ❝ you've actually made me feel like a person again, like i'm ... normal. ... thank you. ❞ ❝ i used to think that everyone else was just evil and cynical, guided by their own self-interest. that is, until i met you. ❞ ❝ you truly are too good for this world. ❞ ❝ i'm always blown away by just how talented you are. ❞ ❝ you deserve so much more than what you were given. ❞ ❝ nobody i've ever met has been more gifted than you. ❞ ❝ if you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ ❝ you always feel really comfortable and safe to be around. ❞ ❝ i think i have a new purpose in my life. to be with you. ❞ ❝ you have a kind heart. i know you don't believe me, and you try to hide it behind a facade, but i know for a fact that you do, deep down. ❞ ❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞ ❝ you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again. ❞ ❝ i don't deserve someone as amazing as you. ❞ ❝ i was kind to you because you looked like you needed a friend. ❞ ❝ i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me. ❞