#[ the light will falter and we'll fade

[mundanemiseries]

// I just think Raven's a pretty lil guy.

[hatkuu]

loosely based drabble ficlet off of this @inkyquince reblog (the tags inspired me ahah)

m!kylar x gn! reader

tw: discussions of marriage, (it's kylar), it's smut turned fluff... yeah.

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"N-No- (Name), you- you don't h-have to--"

"Kylar. I want to do this."

He chews his bottom lip between his teeth, swallowing heavy as you toy with the fabric of his school shorts. Kylar whimpers as your hands graze against his swollen hard on, gasping when you smile up at him and press your cheek against his clothed cock. Your hands snake across the expanse of his thighs, laying dormant as Kylar trembles, hands twitching eagerly above you.

"You did such a good job protecting me, you know?" You press a loving kiss to him, your eyelashes fluttering against the fabric of his shorts like butterflies on heliotropium. "I really appreciate you... I want to show you how much you mean to me--"

"I really appreciate you too!" Kylar blurts out, blushing profusely, grabbing you under your armpits and lifting you up as if you were a kitten rather than his lover. "I want to-- I want to keep you safe and, and if you'd let me, I'd take you a-away from this town I--" Kylar stops himself, beathing deep to compose himself for you. "I want to make you the happiest in the world-- and I-- I'll do whatever you want me to!" You pout at Kylar, your cheeks just as flushed as his own. Nevertheless, you still lean into his touch, absorbing all the meaning of his words.

"This was supposed to be about you-- not about making me happy!"

Kylar smiles bashfully, his hands sliding from your armpits to your waist as he guides you towards himself in a passionate embrace. His head falls forward into the crux of your neck and you feel the ghost of a smile still upon his lips. Dark tressles of hair brush against your skin, all you can smell is the uniquely spicey scent of Kylar and the new rose-scented shampoo you coaxed him into using. It's nice. He's started taking your self-care advice more. His nails are cleaner, less bitten down by anxiety and overthinking. His skin is clearer, less dry and scabbed over. His eyebags, still prominent, have faded to a pale green rather than the sickly purple they once were. You return his embrace, slowly tracing your fingers in small repetitive circles across his back. Kylar hums appreciatively, nuzzling further into your neck, softly pressing a thankful kiss against your skin. He murmurs against your skin, though you don't catch the words.

"Hmm?"

You wordlessly ask, still tracing soft circles against the clothed skin of his back.

"I'm going to marry you," Kylar replies, oh so casually against you, pressing another kiss to your jaw. Though, this kiss is far less gentle than the last. It's lovingly possessive, and you can feel the remnants of his saliva against your jaw when he parts from you. You look to meet his gaze. His eyes are consumed with so many emotions, something you cannot translate for the life of you. A light, shiny sheen of sweat coats his forehead, his hair sticking to it at haphazard angles. You reach for it, gently pushing the hairs back for him. Kylar's gaze never falters. "You'll be my spouse-- and, and we'll just have eachother and--"

"Yeah? We can if you'd like to."

Kylar smiles even wider, the possessiveness morphing into unbridled, overwhelming joy. "R-Really? You-- You want to get married?"

You hum affirmatively, leaning forward to press a kiss against his forehead.

"Kylar..."

His breath hitches as you breath his name from your perfect lips. You utter it like a prayer, like something worth saying. Kylar groans, unashamed at the pleasure that wracks his body. You feel so, so good. He never wants to let you go.

"...Don't you think we should... consummate our marriage?"

[gimmefrisson]

Oh sister, don't be afraid of me

I won't be nailing you down in the nursery

Just like the rest of them did

With those watery, wandering fingers of spit

That were supposed to be glorious and fine

Oh sister, won't you believe in me

I only wanted to be hard on your family

here with you now in this silly infirmary

your mother makes frantic

and drunk calls from Germany

all of the time

and oh sister, sweet brown and beulahery

milk from your blisters on your grandmother's jewelry

there in the parlor all naked in front of me

watching the lights from the cracks

making archery animal designs

Rose Wallace Goldaline just moves her mouth over anything

that's fleshy free and flowering like oranges out in the open

but don't you waste your sins again

she don't need you or won't fuck your friends

and you, you're American, self-important boiling over

to prove that she must still exist

she moves herself about her fist

and won't ever, never give a shit

about all those words you're wasting again

some pretty bright and bubbly wondrous dream

You'd like to kill and claim

And claim her as your own

But don't you worry

all those dainty and dirty emotions

just go away and fade out on their own

sister, now that you're leaving

our fingers will falter

our lungs will be leaking

all over each other and without even speaking

we'll know that it's over and smile and go greeting

whatever comes next

And oh sister

you're getting married to some angry twister

that you'll have to carry home

drunk every evening from the cemetery

and if he makes it back half alive you can

bury him under your sheets

and oh sister

now that you're grieving

I cannot imagine there is any meaning

forgetting you ever could once

had the feeling that made you keep on

and pretend you were breathing of all of this world

and in an age of empty rings

I don't want to feel a thing

I don't even want to know

Rose Wallace Goldaline

don't you ever die on me

don't you woe the way you go

Oh sister

- Jeff Mangum

[nitannichionne]

The Captain's Secret (Chris Evans Fic) Chapter 5: Coulson's Memorial

I am sorry this is so long, but I did not want to break up this scene. I mean seriously, who interrupts a funeral? Thanks for the support...

Cap POV

CAP POV

I woke up with a start. Most of the time I was up before my watch chimed, but not this time.

I fell asleep on the couch with Lesedi. Fury had left sometime during the night. Her head was on my chest. She had managed to eat something, and had two cups of tea before falling asleep last night, still telling stories of the father figure she lost in half sleep. I looked down at her, and she was looking up at me. She got up slowly, her eyes full of sadness.

"I'll get dressed."

I went to my quarters to get dressed to find Tony already there and standing by my door.

"And where were you last night?"

He sounded like some of my old buddies back in the barracks when we snuck in from a long night. I shrugged. "I have to escort someone to Phil's memorial." I watched him quirk his brow inquisitively. "Turns out Coulson had someone he raised as his own. She needed to know she wasn't alone."

"Ah, so you comforted her."

I caught the implication of his words and felt the need to correct him even though it was really none of his business. "I stayed and fell asleep on her couch, yes."

"Aha," Tony walked off. "See you there."

An hour later, we were all on the helicarrier rising to the skies. It was a beautiful morning. I knew we'd all be reminiscing about him, trying to remember the good times and friendship he gave us, so we wouldn't feel so bad. I invited Lesedi along, giving her a chance to meet us all. She was dressed in a flowing black dress that was shorter in front but trailed in the back. Her sleeves were also flowing, with her hair loose and giving her the look of some dark angel. She sat on the couch next to me, almost as if she needed protection from everyone.

"I--" she whispered. "I want to thank you for all you've done, and especially for avenging Uncle Phil. In the ways that counted, he was my father. It helps to know the one who hurt him won't hurt anyone else. "

We all looked at each other. Suddenly, we all were softened, I could see it. Tony cleared his throat. Thor looked sorry; it was his brother, after all.

She was quiet as we all told her about our histories with Phil, how we were all recruited. She laughed at some of the things we told her he said, and even agreed that was how he was, how she knew him to be, too. She also said she knew about us to a degree.

"So..." Tony trailed off.

"Uh..." Clint blinked at us.

"Look, we didn't know you existed," Tony said. That was when I noticed Natasha and Clint sharing a glance and looking neutral. Hmmm....

Lesedi looked at Fury. "He found me and basically adopted me as his own. I wouldn't have made it without him."

"So, what do you do now?"

She was choosing her words carefully. "I work for SHIELD."

"Doing what?"

She glanced at Fury again. "Diagnostics."

Tony quirked a brow at me; we decided there was more. "Okay." I gave him a warning look and he rolled his eyes. "Maybe we'll get a chance to work together."

She smiled at that. "That would be...really something."

I held her hand or had my arm around her the whole time. It was a pretty nice service, complete with 21 gun salute, fly by, and a eulogy delivered by Fury. Finally it was time for Lesedi to step forward to spill the ashes into the atmosphere. I stood behind her to show support.

"Hi," she said softly. "I know of all of you, but I'm pretty sure you may not know me. I'm Lesedi Evelyn Munroe. I'm Phil Coulson's daughter." She paused to compose her self. "He was a wonderful father. We loved each other very much. We were a real family." She cleared her throat. "He was like that, you know, he was always reaching out to pull people in, or to catch you when you were falling or to keep you steady. He was always someone you could count on, someone who would be there to believe in you. He believed in SHIELD. He believed in the Avengers. I hope he knows how much we believed in him, respected him and loved him. I can't express how grateful I am for his love and protection. I couldn't repay that debt if I tried. When he went on missions, I was always afraid..." She swallowed hard. "He wasn't coming back." Her voice faltered. "So he would send me playlists of songs to cheer me up. One that helped me sleep was this:

"I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, "I'll never let you go."

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone,"

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound..."

She sounded so soulful, at times sounding like a child, but then sounding like a woman, but the sadness was throughout. When I saw she might break down, I rushed to her side. I walked with her to the end of the deck and she spilled the ashes. It floated off into the air, and for a moment I thought I saw the SHIELD symbol in the sky, but it faded quickly. I held her as she cried.

"What will I do without him?" she whispered into my shirt as she clutched one of the lapels of my jacket. "I know I'm old enough to know, but I don't."

"For now, breathe." I whispered, rubbing her back. "I'm right here." Her arms encircled me under my jacket, hiding from everyone as she hid her face, and mine went around her. We stood there for awhile, holding each other tightly. She looked off to the skies as if she was watching him go. I stroked her hair, and looked up to see the others respectfully take their leave, letting her have these moments alone.

"Let's go, Evelyn." Fury said. He almost sounded angry.

I watched her heavily exhale, and look up at me. She didn't want to leave, and I didn't want her to. Fury took her from me, grasping her elbow, and I felt a loss. I locked eyes with him as I would an enemy. I didn't know where that came from. I looked down, trying to control my instinctively protective feeling that Lesedi was some sort of prisoner and needed me, needed my help.

"You okay, bud?"

"Uh...yeah, Clint, I'm-I'm okay."

Clint looked at her and then at me. "You wanna go after her?"

"You know, I just--" I couldn't take my eyes off her. Then she turned to look over her shoulder at me even though Fury was steering her away. "I'll check on her later."

Tony joined us. "Cap?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you...see that?"

"See what?"

He tapped his phone. "That." We watched in slow motion as the ashes formed the SHIELD sign before disappearing. "That's no easy trick."

"Tony--"

"Don't you dare tell me it's coincidence," Tony said quickly. "That girl is more than what she seems, and Phil knew it. I'm tabling this for now; she really did love her father. I respect that."

"Leave it alone, Tony--"

"I think Fury knows something, too. Won't be the first time, huh?" Tony whispered, leaning in closer. "Talk to you later." He left me standing there, coming to grips with the fact that this wasn't over, not by a longshot.

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[mundanemiseries]

// new header mayhaps?

[mundanemiseries]

~ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞.

[mundanemiseries]

// honestly still lacks the glasses but...imo this anime screengrab i messed w/ is proly the best in colour ref for Joel I've got atm

like...lack of glasses aside this is...rather spot on

[mundanemiseries]

updated tag dump

[ General tags ]

[ the light will falter and we'll fade | self ] [ these city lights are drowning me out | ic ] [ love needs an encore | ship aes ] [ stars above that we can't see | ooc ] [ while we fell asleep | queue ] [ a chance in life is something that we all need | promo ] [ these songs of love and death | music ] [ calling out for | open starter ] [ carry the weight of who we hoped to be | about ] [ underneath a light that's truer now than it was then | aesthetic ] [ created precious memories | saved ] [ and when the ice breaks | self promo ] [ this laundry list of things | dash games ] [ do you think we could find our way home? | asks ] [ this winter hasn't been so rough | musings ] [ we swore we'd take it to the grave | drabble ] [ words stuck in my throat | dash comm ] [ where should i start | memes ] [ for a moment that summer | catalus cantus / noise form ]

[ Verse Tags ]

v | followin' familiar patterns | main v | stare at the sky and drown | early reaper v | unwind these tangled thoughts | post neo v | we'd rather crash on our best friends' couches | pokemon v | let the rust set in our bones | pre death v | i wish i could burn out the sky | composer

[ Character Tags ]

|| a piece of my heart belongs to you | Sho / the grim heaper || || trying not to let you get in my head | Hazuki / pureposer || || take these eyes and show them life untamed | Sanae / strawberry barista || || these mechanical wings cannot be broken | Hope / hopeful hugz

[ other ]

[ do you wanna waste your life with me? | Sho / Joel ]