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She looked up at the voice, a little surprised to say the least. She knew someone was behind her, but she figured they’d keep moving. Still, she could use the help. She handed over the stapler. “Thanks.” She laughed a little. “Yeah, it’s a little archaic but I figured it’s best to cover all the bases. Not everyone is tech savvy.” She shrugged. “And I wouldn’t want to lose potential customers.” 

“honestly, that’s smart. i always read them in starbucks when i’m waiting for my drink because if i’m on my phone i’ll get too distracted and miss when they call my name.” she said with a shrug, opening the stapler up and messing around with the mechanisms. morgan was blessed with her father’s brain, she could basically look at an object and take it apart and reassemble it within a few minutes. “what have you done so far?” morgan asked, looking up as she non aggressively jammed a spring back into place. “any cool cases or is there like a confidentiality thing going on.”

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tobcannounced​:

laughing softly at her words, the man gave a shrug of his shoulders. “maybe you’re thinking about it too much. since i joined you, i mostly just pretend it’s just us talking. you know, talking with friends,” he offered, hoping that it would be a little bit of help to her. shaking his head, he smiled with amusement. “well, if you decided to go that direction, i think you’d need to get another co-host. i’ve barely got english mastered at this point.”

“ i know, i know...but then i get in my head and my mouth stops communicating with my brain and i turn into a mess.” she shook her head. “i think this is just a sign that i might need to take a break.” she said with a laugh. “honestly, my spanish is horrendous but i think for some reason my french might be okay...it’s been a while.” she shrugged. “so we’ll keep it to english and that way I can force you to stay.” she added a wink to let him know she was just kidding.

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sunlithope​:

“Yes - off the record - I’m actually the, uh, greatest criminal mastermind of our age,” Clark says, though he absolutely fails at keeping a straight face, cracking a grin a few words in. It’s… he probably should be acting a little less like - like himself, but there’s just something about Lois that makes him want to let down his guard. Besides, it’s not like Superman is publically known for making dumb jokes, so what’s the harm? “Right this way,” he says, inwardly pleased at the stand’s long line. “Oh - ah, no, I was just with the Planet a few months before it came here.” I walked in for my interview, and you were absolutely tearing into the publisher for bullying Jimmy, and I think I might’ve fallen for you - or my world’s version of you - right then and there. “I was working abroad, mostly. Small papers - but I read the Planet international edition, when I could get it.” He adjusts his glasses. “What about you - when did you decide to switch to podcasting?”

lois smiled with him, laughing a little when he couldn’t pull it off with a straight face. “oh yeah, i bet you are.” she teased him again her voice dripping in light sarcasm. although he was tall and sometimes she found herself staring at his arms when he crossed them she really couldn’t see him hurting a fly. when she saw the line her mouth twisted into a small pout, not because she had to wait. she didn’t really mind waiting, especially since she had company. but she was more so concerned they would be out of her mini marshmallows. the hold those tiny sugar puffs had on her was incredible. lois physically perked up, what she did genuinely made her happy and she always enjoyed talking out it. “back home, there was always something to report on. corruption, drug rings, super villains and super heroes. and don’t get me wrong, i loved it. definitely made some stupid and unsafe decisions but, i got great stories out of it.” she was talking fast but was very obviously energetic. “and then i came here and it was chaotic but in a whole different way and I found myself drifting towards people and their stories instead of the stories of the city. and i just thought that having conversations with them and getting their stories out would be interesting and the best medium to do that would be a podcast.” she shrugged, “i do sometimes miss the whole running into danger thing and stressing over deadlines and fighting with the editors when they try to formalize my voice.” she rolled her eyes, the annoyance coming right back as if she was actively dealing with it. “but i’m having fun. you should come check it out sometime! i’m always looking for people to interview or cohost.” she added, her voice becoming a bit sing songy.

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dcpravities​:

even though she wasn’t anything more than a pawn in this relationship, just in the same was that he’d been - emira was the only one he was looking at right now, the only one who could draw the heavy feelings that he associated with his life before. “oh, don’t worry, my life was thrown away for me. didn’t get to fight much of anything considering that i was framed for multiple murders and spent over ten years in azkaban. i’m sure my mother threw a party the day that happened, would be surprised if you didn’t get an invite to it,” sirius replied as easily as he could, a feigned smile on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. he’d never truly considered what his family’s reaction to that would’ve been, but he certainly knew they would be celebrating this sort of karma that they believed he deserved. 

“well, clearly you’re not still hung up on it.” emira meant for it to be an under the breath comment but maybe her deep rooted anger and contempt for sirus snuck it’s way in and caused it to be a bit louder than intended. even though it was entirely hypocritical for her to even call him out on that seeing as she clearly was hung up on something that wasn’t even real. there was feelings, a school girl crush that she forced so deep down that even she started to believe it was never real. and on top of that, a totally messed up situation that she could at least kind of empathize with. if the tables were turned she would have brought down a fury upon the people responsible that would still be raging to this day. “so what now sirius? what have you been doing to make up for lost time?”

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ofxscavengcrs​:

.｡.:*☆ “Ciri……?” Geralt looked up at the more than familiar voice, remembering how Yennefer had told him about the memory loss of the young woman. It was one of the reasons why he had not tried to approach yet. Geralt had wanted to, sure. He just had no idea how to deal with Ciri not remembering him. Or, if it would not be selfish to try to get her to do so.

“My apologies, you most likely have no diea who I am. And, no, my day was okay. I just do not wish to participate in all this chatter about this football game on TV. I have not the slightest glue about football, after all.”

ciri could feel her cheeks drop as her smile did, instead her face contorted into the scowl that it was most comfortable with. the one reserved for the creeps on her walk home, the annoying sorority girls taking over her favorite thrift shop, and on some occasions her friends. “yeah...” she said, scooting back a bit but disguising it as she leaned back in the chair and rested her elbow against the table. she definitely hadn’t met this man before, and she wasn’t required to wear a name tag so it’s not like he could have picked it up from that. yet she didn’t exactly get creeper vibes from him, although she was actively trying to find any excuse to. “a shit game anyway” she replied, still studying the man in front of her. after a minute too long of silence, mostly to try to attempt to make him uncomfortable she finally spoke up. “how the fuck do you know me man?” she was wracking her brain for any recollection of them meeting prior to this and was still coming up short.

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tobcannounced​:

spreading his arms, riff did a playful spin for the woman behind the bar before moving to take his usual seat. despite his tendency towards the impulsive, his attendance at the bar was certainly something in which he was a creature of habit. “don’t pretend you’re not thrilled i’m here, darlin’,” he teased in return, his hands coming up to rest on the bar. “mostly here for you, you know i wouldn’t survive more than a few days without ya,” a grin and his eyes were scanning the board behind her. “i’m feelin’ adventurous today. surprise me.”

“absolutely estatic” she said, giving him the biggest smile she could muster. it then dropped completely and she rolled her eyes, turning around to hide the smug grin that was on her lips. she couldn’t let him know she was truly happy to see him. ciri didn’t like to show her emotions to anyone, except maybe ari. “that’s a dangerous game” she teased, looking over their selection before grabbing a bottle of tequila and making him a drink. “so, how’s life.” she asked, sliding the drink towards him and tossing the a lime on the rim before he could take a drink. “please tell me yours is more exciting than mine, all i’ve done since i’ve seen you last is binge watch dance moms.”

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tragcdysewn​:

“because tiktok is full of fourteen year olds pretending they’re nineties babies reliving the old trends.” which, whatever, have your fun. but 2011 cassie was not something she wanted to remember or relive any time soon. the blonde smiled, raising a brow at the other girl. “you know what? i think i agree. cassie lang, nice to meet you.”

“i hate young people.” she said, her mouth turning into a frown. “i don’t count in that statement, and neither do you. i hate other young people. the annoying ones.” her clarification was necessary, morgan never really vibed well with her own age group. instead either acting too mature or not mature enough, a complication of her parentage. “nice to meet you cassie lang, i’m morgan stark.” she then paused for a second, “you wouldn’t happen to be related to a scott lang...would you?”

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ofxscavengcrs​:

.｡.:*☆ Tony did not know why he was so defensive. Maybe because, these days, he didn’t like anymore when people came to fangirl over him. That had been the old Tony. The Tony that had made a lot of mistakes because of being so vain. But, death could change a person a lot. That much he knew now.

Hearing her ramble, he arched a brow. The feeling of this woman being very familiar only grew more, and Tony stepped forward, slowly lifting his good hand. Yet, it was hovering in mid air, while his eyes were so full of disbelief in reaction to her words. Not because Tony didn’t wanted them to be true. But because he was worried Morgan would just vanish, would he dare to touch her. It would have been just his luck, after all.

“Morgan, you…. is that real? Are you really here?”

her name felt like a hug when it came from him, memories rushing through her head of all the times he called her in from the porch or tucked her in at night. she had spent so many nights holding onto those memories just to ensure she wouldn’t forget his voice but now he was here in front of her, saying her name and she hit with so many emotions that it was overwhelming. “i’m here. it’s me.” she couldn’t get it out fast enough. “i promise it’s me dad, i’m just... grown up.” her words felt weak as they left her mouth as the tears were now flowing down her cheeks.

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rvkybusincv​:

laughing, diana looked down at her own skates, having caught the hang of it all rather easily. she’d been apprehensive when she’d seen the amount of people sitting on the sidelines, injuries on the ice having befallen them. “ and look at you now, skating like you’re the next major winter olympian. should i call the press?”

lois let out a laugh, then put on her best reporter news. “we are here live at the ice skating rink with diana prince. diana, who is an expert in the winter olympic sports said she has witnessed the best ice skating she has ever seen in her entire life.” lois held a fake microphone out towards diana then, “diana, care to comment?” she teased, barely being able to hold it together. lois had done the whole tv news thing in college and was very glad she was able to make her way out of that hell hole. “you’re doing well yourself, graceful as always.”

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sunlithope​:

Clark sighs, feigning disappointment, turning her ornament over in his hands. “We-l-l, I had fully intended to steal credit, but since you’ve asked so nicely, I suppose I can put my art theft schemes on hold.” He smiles at her and then stamps firmly down on the voice in the back of his head that is wondering if this qualifies as a date. This gets much harder when she knocks into him in that playful way. Softening and dodging slightly so someone doesn’t bruise their elbow has never been so…fun? “Ah, of course. Lois Lane’s high standards,” he says, glances through the five stands in between them and the target. “They sure do have them. We might want to hurry, though, looks- uh, it looked like they were getting low earlier.” He makes a little gesture to towards the stand. “Uh, shall we?”

“ I knew it, that nice guy thing was all an act.” she teased shaking her head. she didn’t know clark all that well, unless you count a few chance encounters at the planet. but she spent minimal times there these days, instead focusing on the podcast. but whenever she did bump into him she always seemed to walk away with a smile. she wasn’t blind, he was attractive. but lois tended to always put her career first which meant that anything other than working relationships or preexisting friendships tended to fall to the wayside. but she couldn’t help feel the butterflies starting to flutter in hr stomach, the same way they would on first dates or important nights. “lead the way” she said as she stepped aside so they could walk together. “were you always with the planet?” she asked as they walked, “like before if weirdly popped up here, when it was mainly operating in metropolis?” she had worked for the planet for the majority of her career, it was with them she won her pulitzer and created herself really.

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tobcannounced​:

CLOSED STARTER FOR @fragilemxnds​

chris stuffed his hands into his pockets, his cheeks blooming with a rosy pink from the slaps of cold wind. it had been quiet some time since he’d been on a date or anything resembling one, having had to push forward through old and lingering feelings that now belonged in the past. at the urge of his co-workers, he’d discovered dating apps and had managed to make a connection. agreeing to meet to enjoy some of the holiday festivities, he pushed past the crowds and arrived to the agreed meeting point. grabbing his phone, he shot out a quick text announcing his arrival and waited. 

“i’m here. it’s PACKED,” he informed her. 

morgan wasn’t a stranger to the opposite sex, in fact she spent most of her time with men. mostly because she was in a male dominated field and her two best friends were both men. yet when it came to dating...morgan was hilariously underqualified. dating was always too serious and complicated for her, she tended to divert to the easy route and keep her romances to one night only. but james would only put up with her for so long, and peter was too nice to tell her to shut up. and if she was being honest she was starting to feel a bit lonely, and lonely people belonged on tinder. chris seemed nice enough, and when he offered to meet at the winter market she decided that he was safe or the worst serial killer ever. after checking her phone and reading his text she nervously shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and braved the cold to meet him. “oh thank gods” morgan had tried to say that to herself but her voice must have carried. “sorry, i’ve just heard so many like tinder horror stories that you know... you get a little nervous.”

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Karen and Lois Closed Starter ( @fragilemxnds )

“I wish I could just enjoy myself tonight. Sometimes I really hate my job.” She said. She didn’t really care who heard that. She knew her boss was around somewhere, and she did hope they didn’t hear. But other than that, she didn’t care. 

“i’d say to screw them and have fun anyway, but i’m not exactly sure what it is that you do and i’d hate to be the reason some kid doesn’t get a bandaid after falling on the ice because i sent away the only medic.” lois offered with a small laugh. she was one of the lucky ones that could say that she absolutely loved her job, then again she was her own boss on most days now.

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sunlithope​:

“In my defense, I do have ornaments, I just don’t have them in Washington.” he says. “I always g- I always went home for Christmas. Ma held on to them for me so we could put them up together.” He does his best to smooth over the pang of homesickness; he doesn’t like to think of Ma alone. No matter what corner of the world he’d found himself in after he’d graduated and started traveling, he’d always, always flown home to Smallville for the holiday. After a moment, he shakes it off, smiles at her. “May I make a trade offer, then?” He holds out his own. “Not to be elitist, but I don’t think the ones from Target count as ornaments-” And then his train of thought comes to an absolute screeching halt when she begins to reach for his face. Wh- oh. the paint. He blinks, bending down almost imperceptibly so she can reach easier. “Thank you,” he says softly. His hand’s drifting up to touch the spot she’d touched; with an effort he drops it, but he can’t hide the small smile. “Hm. I’m not so sure it’s flattery if I’m sincere,” he muses, cleaning up the station they’d been at. “Did you have an agenda in mind, stalls you were planning to hit? Because there’s some swell hot drinks, six stalls down, if you’re interested…”

lois’ smile held, “that’s a nice tradition.” lois had traditions she used to cling to when she was younger and her parents were still alive. like getting new matching pajamas or opening one present on christmas eve. but as she grew up and grew further away from her sister she lost her hold on those traditions. it was moments like this that reminded her how much she did miss them, and made her realize how alone she was here. shaking herself from a spiral of lonliness she reached out and carefully took his ornament and replaced it with her own. “fine, but don’t go taking the credit for that masterpiece” she teased with a smile. she pretended to not notice him tripping up a bit, it was only the polite thing to do. she helped him clean, knocking into him lightly in a teasing way for his compliments. “i think i could be convinced” she offered, “but only if they have those tiny little marshmallows for the hot chocolate. i’m not sure why or how but they make everything taste better.”

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darcdevilx​:

@fragilemxnds​ liked THIS post for a starter → Still accepting → Matt x Morgan.

As far as awkward places to sit, this one had been by far… the worst. Matt didn’t quite expect it either. He was having a nice walk and taken a trip to a local museum, granted he couldn’t see any of the exhibitions there, but he did enjoy being around crowded places, listening to conversations, and other people’s bodies as they went on their daily routines. He enjoyed places like this where people’s heart rates rise in interesting ways when they spot an interesting display that they like, the sounds of their smiles as they grace their lips. Even the smallest movement, Matt could hear them; and it was his way of experiencing the exhibits, through other people. Yet, he’d used his white cane to lead himself to a chair to rest, when all of a sudden the familiar sound of someone removing their clothing came just ahead of him, of course he’d accidentally stumbled into a nude figurative art class. 

“Oh dear…” Matt mumbled to himself, looking rather sheepishly out of place.

“oh dear is right.” morgan immediately replied, her eyes immediately diverting down to her phone as she scrambled to find the advertisement she had found for the class. “where the hell does it say nude models on this thing? i thought this was like...beginners art.” morgan was an adventurous spirit who was also quite curious and had an open mind. this would without a doubt not be the weirdest situation she had gotten herself into. however, full frontal was not on her itinerary for today and she would have at least liked a warning. “you wanna bounce?” she asked, finally looking to the person next to her. she picked up the clues rather quickly, her mouth making a myriad of stuttering noises as she finally spat out, “wait..how do you? do you... hm...that’s interesting.” she was attempting to ask questions while also answering them herself just as quickly. “i’ve been known to be very good at causing distractions, we can use one to sneak out?” she offered.

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rvkybusincv​:

james sirius & morgan || mini event starter || @fragilemxnds​

“ come on, you can’t not go skating.” crossing his arms, james leveled morgan with a look, trying to channel the one his mum had given him through out his youth. technically, there was a million and one other things that they could be doing, but he’d never actually been skating before, the experience new to the wizard. 

“technically, i can not skate.” morgan defended with a huff. morgan was great at a lot of things in her life, in fact there was little that morgan found she wasn’t good at. but... she wasn’t the best ice skater. granted she grew up right beside a lake and had ample time to learn to skate but the idea of being swallowed up and suffering an icey demise tended to keep her on land. “but fine. and only if you stay next to me the whole time, no going ahead and showing off. and you’re only allowed to laugh three times. you get a three laugh limit on all of my falls.”

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rvkybusincv​:

“ morgan…” he’d only ever met tony’s daughter a handful of times, but he could see the similarities in her now. there were clear resemblances between she and her father, and even her grandfather, which only made him feel more guilty. she was grown, and had grown up without her father, without his friend there. the sacrifice that they had made had left a child without a father and the world without a hero, but they’d won. steve at least owed it to at least be kind to morgan. “ you look like your dad.”

she nodded, offering a smile in an effort to ease the awkwardness she no doubt created. it tended to follow her like a little rain cloud. “i get that a lot.” she always took it as a compliment, even when it was very obvious it wasn’t intended as one. though she felt in this moment that was not the case.  “and that i act like him, but i think sarcasm and intellect are directly related so...” she swung her hands at her sides, unsure of what to do with herself. “it’s freaky right? that i’m like an adult and a whole human and not just random girl on a porch? was it... was that like...recent for you?” she still wasn’t totally up to date on how this whole place worked but knew that sometimes timelines were just a bit funky.

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Kate and Morgan Closed Starter ( @fragilemxnds )

She was putting up signs around town. She figured that was a pretty easy way of getting clients. She was back in the private investigating business and really needed clients now. She was stappling them to trees and stuff. And then her stapler jammed. She might’ve been going a little too hard on the stapler. “Shit. That sucks.” 

morgan hadn’t been following per se but she also wasn’t exactly sure what else she would call it. morgan liked to walk, she liked to do it back in new york as well, get lost in the stream of people and just walk around until whatever problem that had formed a knot in her head untangled itself into a solution. this was one of those times however instead of just walking to walk she found herself keeping in time with a girl putting up posters. “i didn’t think people actually put these up.” she said, walking up next to her and admiring the post. “like... i’ve seen them but i think i just imagined they had been up there for years and no one ever took them down.” she looked over at the girl and held out her hand. “here, i can fix that.” her eyes fell to the stapler.