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I don’t have a rules page, and I won’t bother with the rules because of how basic they are. 

-No major god-modding. -No disrespect/hate. -Don’t force replies. 

I have no triggers. I’m a shipwhore so all my babes are open to anyone and everyone. I will be adding more muses as I feel for them. 

“That might be true,” Isaac agreed, helping Kate into a seat. He moved to get a First Aid kit. “But the damage is done. We’re already here. If we were followed, there’s no time to go anywhere. And we can’t risk going back out there again. It’s not good, but, for now, we’re inside, we’re safe, and we have to tend to your wounds. And the guys downstairs will call me if anything.

“So, for now, let’s just take care of those cuts, okay? Take your jacket off.”

Isaac heard his words and blushed, but trusted that his motivations were pure: she was hurt, and was bleeding, and he could help her.

He had a point, even that much she could understand which brought up the next question in her mind right now. What was she doing here? Endangering him even further? But also, did this mean he’d keep her secret lowkey? It’s not that she was some sort of hero or anything, but the last thing she wanted was for her mom to hear about this and ground her for the rest of her life. “Fine, but at the first sight of trouble we leave -- or at least we get out of here, keep you safe and then I go.” and that was that. 

She nodded as he mentioned her wounds, and even did as he said when he told her to take her jacket off. Kate slowly unzipped her jacket, wincing as she pulled it off slowly. The black tank she wore beneath sticking to her body as she placed her jacket on her lap. “It’s not that bad, probably a little deep..” she stated while taking a look at it. “But i’ll live..” 

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❛ was kind of hard when the lot of you were all up in my fuckin’ business for so long, ❜ he said in a low chuckle. it had been a little difficult to not be up in everyone’s business when they’d been stuck together for so long. especially on that water planet with the weird lightning. they’d barely been able to go out. at least that christmas was… the best one he’d ever had, honestly. they’d all learned to make the best of it and take care of each other. judy definitely knew how to do that. no matter the witty comments slipping out of her, she was tender and kind. don knew that.

sir. don blinked in surprise, his brath caught in his chest for a moment before he cleared his throat. anything else what? he couldn’t even remember what he’d said to make her say that. she probably didn’t mean it like that. like what? don didn’t really know either. what the fuck.  ❛ maybe i’ll find someone else who can get some… for your twenty-first birthday of course. not before that, ❜ he said, brows raising as he pointed at her. not that he waited til legal age to drink but that wasn’t the point. 

snorting, don grimaced. ❛ shut up, i was not. ❜ lies. they both knew it but he’d never admit to being worried. at least in hindsight when everything turned out fine.  ❛ i mean… ❜ don shrugged lazily. ❛ i miss it a little, maybe. ❜ constantly putting your life on the line wasn’t fun but hadn’t he done that before the crashed? the smuggling hadn’t exactly been low risk but it wasn’t floating in space with minimal amount of air left or using a spacecraft as a fucking boat, that was for sure. ❛ what about you? ❜

❛ i don’t see how that would stop me, maybe i’ll eat them right in the store, ❜ he mused, listening to her food ideas with interest. they’d had limited amount of ingredients on the jupiter. hell, don was had limited amount of ingredients, or anything, in his life, so no he didn’t know a lot about cooking. he knew how, he just never did it.  ❛ i– not… really. no. BUT – a pie sounds great though. maybe two cause your dad and i would probably need a whole for ourselves, ❜ he smirked.

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“Aren’t you glad that we were? I mean where would you be without us?” and it was only meant to be a teasing remark, but the reality was true. Where would she be without him? Where would her family be without him? The countless times he’s helped her family? It was all jokes and teasing for them in this moment, but the reality was just that. That he was important and without him she or her family may not be around. It was also something she was thankful for every day. Sure, Will was out doing his own thing, but he had Robot with him, and a part of her knew that if Will needed them right now, Don would be the first one to help the best way that he can. 

Hearing him say that only caused her to scrunch her face, “I’d have to wait two years just to try alcohol. Most kids would deem that as a sad.” Not that she cared, not truly. Judy wasn’t like most of the kids around here, which had its pros and cons. She was either too mature for her age or wasn’t old enough to be considered an adult. She was stuck in the middle it seemed, but she shook her head in response after a moment. “I don’t want you to get into any fiasco just because I haven’t tried any alcohol. I’ll probably forget even wanting to try sooner than later anyway.” which wasn’t a complete lie. With the amount of time she spent at work, she wouldn’t really have time for herself. 

Which again was a pro for her, seeing that she needed to train her mind not to need Don at all times. Funny thing that word -- need. It wasn’t because she wanted help in anyway, or at least nothing she couldn’t take care of, but that aching need that sometimes took over during the nights only made it hard for her to sleep. It was one time and yet it seemed like it would last a lifetime. Is this how first time’s usually felt? Why didn’t she pay attention to the girls talking about their first times? It would have helped knowing whether this was normal or not.

“What do you miss about it?” she couldn’t help but ask. “I do miss it -- just not the nearly dying part or you know, losing someone you loved part -- but there are a few moments I do miss.” and as she said those words, that is when she glanced at him, to meet his gaze for just a second. It wasn’t easy telling him that she missed it -- him, his touch, his lips, just all of it. But she didn’t want to come off as needy or clingy either. Which again would be so much easier if she could just talk to someone about this. 

As he mentioned making two pies, Judy laughed at the thought. “I might have to make three then in case Grant decides he wants more than just a slice as well.” It was a different mix, of her biological father and her adoptive father being around at all times. But it wasn’t a bad sort of different. She enjoyed it; “I’ll start on the pies, how hard can it be, right? And maybe Penny can help when she’s done writing her book.” whenever that may be. 

“What is one thing you’re starting to like about Alpha Centauri?” she asked

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❛ nope. nope, nope, nope, ❜ he protested with a slow shake of his head before letting out a chuckle he’d obviously been holding in. the amount of times don had told her no and then he’d still obviously gone along with what she wanted… were countless. it had almost killed him but not quite yet. when they reuinited and she pulled him aside to talk and then– she kissed him, had been no exception. don had been thinking about her lips, wishing them upon his own since he first saw her and when she opened up, he couldn’t stop himself. perhaps he’d taken it a notch too far but judy hadn’t protested. not one bit. it felt like he’d been dying a little bit every since because fuck did he want her. again. and again. in all the ways. even her presence made him calm and excited all at once, in ways it shouldn’t.

don shrugged a little. ❛ no one should get near the wreckage except those who are cleaning it up, okay? if they need help they’ll let you know. ❜ they all had their own things. there were no injured people at the wreck-site, so judy wasn’t needed. her speciality was taking care of people, don had seen it first hand many, many times. ❛ you do what you do best, i do what i do best, you know? minus the smuggling, i guess… but i do miss that damn whiskey. ❜

chuckling, because her response didn’t exactly surprise him but it was also somehow unexpected, he didn’t know how to answer for a moment. only judy had that damn effect on him. with anyone else he could be as witty as ever. with her, she’d shot something back that made him question his entire self. it was annoying, yes, but refreshing. even after so much time spent together getting on each other’s nerves. ❛ i literally gave her to you when i was sent up to space with your dad. i don’t think, like… legally, that you can kidnap her, ❜ he pointed out with a wry grin paired with a wink.

❛ uh, sure. i’ll help. you need me to go grocery shopping for you too? ❜ he teased, nodding towards the kitchen in a questionable manner. were they cooking now? it was a nice thing to do for her parents. they always cooked up the best dinners for all of them and even invited don too more often than not. ❛ what’ve we got to work with? this place has some weird ass things to choose from. i still haven’t really caught on like, what goes with what, honestly. ❜

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Judy couldn’t help the smile that played across her lips at his reaction to his middle name being called. “This is why you should leave things to yourself.” she added teasingly. She had to admit, she enjoyed the fact that he could play along, that he never got annoyed or even angry with her. The beginning had been different, but they learned to take care of each other. God, a part of her hoped he never left. It was dangerous, wasn’t it? To be this attached to someone who could leave in any moment? Will decided to leave and no one stopped him. What if he decided he didn’t want to stick around here either?

Judy pushed such thoughts away and rolled her eyes at his words. “Yes sir.. Anything else?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm behind her tone. “You know, I won’t lie. I’ve never tried whiskey - or any alcoholic drinks in my life, and now i’m sad that I may not be able to try any.” Items were scarce around here and that much she knew. Did she want him to get back into his smuggling ways? Absolutely not. But to miss a chance in being a rebel for five minutes is something she may just regret. 

“Yes, I remember - and I also remember how worried you were too.” she added while the memory replayed in her mind. “Do you miss it? All the adventures we had or do you like it like this a lot better?” Normally, Judy would have never asked such a thing. Everyone knew she played it safe, she did her best and wanted to be the best. But it was also the only time when she was able to be so close to him. To feel his arms around her, to feel him so close to her. They thought they would die, so was it truly wrong to miss the dangers that had been through just to be able to touch him again? 

Maybe she was being a typical teenage girl with a stupid crush, but could she be blamed? “You know what, you should absolutely buy the groceries if that means you won’t eat the food before it’s done.” she added in a playful manner -- which was a good way to distract her from her own thoughts. “So, we have a lot of veggies, i’m thinking we can boil and bake it all.” this is probably where Don should know that she didn’t bake or cook as her mom. “Don’t laugh at me, but I might just steam a lot of the veggies and i’m thinking a pie. An apple pie maybe? Except i’ve never baked an apple pie before, but how hard could it be, right?” she asked as she walked towards the kitchen. 

“Have you ever cooked before?” she found herself asking while going through the cabinets to pull out the items they would need for tonight.

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his face scrunched a little when she uttered his middle name. ❛ that’s mr. west to you, nothing else, ❜ he pointed out, index finger almost touching the tip of her nose. she’d never called him that. don to her was just… don. that or stupid nicknames he didn’t really mind when they came from her.  ❛ and no, they pay me now. and i don’t even have to ask them! ❜ he raised his brows a little, impressed with where life had taken him so far, especially when he didn’t put a lot of things besides himself first before they crashed. he’d been the hero whoemerged from the shadows where he’d been more than comfortable for a very long time.

❛ you— want to see more… of the stars? ❜ he questioned softly, smile tugging at his lips at the pureness of it all. they’d traveled through galaxies and judy still wanted to explore the universe like they hadn’t already crashlanded on every other planet in it. not that that mattered really. will was out there with his robot doing god knows what. there were zillions of world out there and he had an engine that could take him anywhere. however, judy wanted to look at the twinkling from the ground of alpha centauri. it was quite honestly… adorable. 

don shook his head, eyes following the chicken running around his feet for a moment. ❛ nope, ❜ he admitted with a shrug, looking back at judy. ❛ you want some company? ❜ he shouldn’t ask but what was the harm? they were friends, right? family. she’d said so herself. did it matter that he couldn’t stop thinking about her? maybe a little. the way the memory of their reunion could make him hard in no time was more than reason enough. don was sure it had been her first time, with the way she acted and reacted but also— who else? he felt a little bad about it, honestly. maybe a lot. her first time should have been special, not a sudden spur of the moment thing because he couldn’t help himself, where they had to hide and be quiet. ❛ i mean if not me, i bet debbie wouldn’t mind tagging along.  ❜

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“Mm, I like the sound of Cornelius better.” she teased, although the thought of calling him sir was more appealing for her in that moment, not that she’d admit it. But at the end of the day, he was Don and dare she say it? That she was his? Not in the whole ‘you-are-mine-and-i-am-your-the-public-should-know-about-it’ sort of ordeal, but more so he had her back and she had his. It was an unvoiced promise between them as if, that he would be there for her and she’d always be there for him. No questions asked about it, no hesitations. She couldn’t help but laugh at his statement, he was happy and she liked that. He was free and she loved that so much better. 

His question only caused her to nod her head. “My parents don’t want me anywhere near the wreckage left behind, everyone’s got their own calling, and I suppose the only sense of normalcy i’ll feel is if I do the things I used to do.” Things were different now, it wasn’t just Alpha Centauri, but who they were as people. The decisions they made, all of it; 

For a moment there, Judy broke away from his gaze to look down at Debbie - who had oddly grown on her too. “Honestly, i’d have just kidnapped Debbie if you hadn’t suggested coming along.” And now she’s looking back at him, a grin playing across her lips and the thought of being with him alone. No, not because of the sinful reasons that constantly crossed her mind, but because they did have to talk. With all that had been done and said, with all that had happened, she needed to speak with him without her parents around. That’s what mature people did, right? They talked about the things that happen so it doesn’t become an obstacle for them later? 

“Want to help me decide what to make for dinner tonight? I figured I can give everyone a break and help out, unless you’re busy or something at the moment, then I can just see you after dinner.” she suggested, which was her way of giving an easy out -- that is if he wanted it.

after everything they’d been through; crashing, smith betraying him, getting stranded on planets that just wanted them dead and actually almost dying several times they had finally made it. it felt unreal and while don was a man who lived in the present he couldn’t help but think worst case scenario now and then, especially when weaking up in a puddle of sweat after dreaming of one of the many times he thought it was the end. like when he floated in space with john, blind until the other man made him cry - something he’d never admit even though it had been obvious. he’d wanted a family. now he had it. don didn’t want to fuck that up, even if it meant him and judy being a secret. 

speaking of… the woman occupying a lot of the time in his mind walked into range. don had his own little place but he spent an awful lot at the robinson’s and most of the time he brought debbie who was currently running around the living room, probably looking for food or penny, who usually gave the chicken a snack. ❛ princess, ❜ he greeted her, an attempt at hiding a smirk playing on his lips. the pet name had stuck since before the two were even a thing but had grown more and more affectionate over time, even though he desperately tried to hide it. 

❛ ah, you know me. best at what i do. everyone wants don west. ❜ his confidence was overplayed most of the time but he did believe he had a lot to offer, especially after everything they’d overcome and he’d been there to help. he was also very thankful he hadn’t suffered any consequences from the smuggling he’d done over the years and coming to alpha centauri when, originally, he wasn’t even a colonist. it was like a clean slate. ❛ why, what’s wrong with the old one? ❜ he joked, raising his brows flirtatiously at the girl for a short second. 

  ❛ any family dinner plans tonight or what? ❜

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Princess -- That term itself had gotten under her skin at first and now she loved it. To the point where she would hate it if Penny was being called that. Or even some other doozy around here; Alright, she was being petty, but after being known as the local hero, everyone wanted him. The boys, the girls, and she hated it; Not that Judy wasn’t happy for him, he truly did save them -- save her so he did deserve the happiness. But was it wrong that she wanted to be selfish and keep him to herself? That he was a Robinson, not part of any one else’s life, but hers. Yes, it was selfish and Judy had to push those thoughts away.

What happened on the Jupiter-- it was in the heat of the moment, they had clearly missed each other and it wasn’t going to happen again. His confident statement only caused her to smile, but barely, because it all came down to the fact that he was wanted by everyone, and the thought itself didn’t sit right with her.  “Did you have to pay someone, Cornelius ?” and now she’s back to teasing, because it’s better to have him here and now than to not have him at all. Many would deem that toxic, but Judy didn’t care. Not at the moment; 

“As for family plans, nothing special after dinner. I was thinking about exploring more of this place. No I won’t sneak into a dam for some underage drinking, but I did want to see more of the stars.” 

Perhaps old habits did die; After traveling through constellations and the universe, she’d much rather grab a telescope and identify stars she knew best while researching something new. 

“What about you? Any plans for tonight?” she asked as she approached him slowly. 

Hannes was completely different from the king. He was a peasant, living life out on the streets with only his large Blue Bay Shepherd to guard him and keep him company. He had been out on the streets for over a few years, his ex husband having left him to be with a wealthier man.

Not a lot of people approached him, so when he saw the robed man approaching, he thought he was going to get robbed and killed. It seemed Obsidian, his dog, felt the exact same way since he began snarling and standing ground while the peasant backed away a little. But once he spoke… Oh, he knew that voice. He knew it well. Patting the pup on the head to disarm him, he stepped up closer when asked. “I would um… I would be honored to bring you some ale, actually, is… Is there a specific type you’d like?” He asked, reaching a dirt covered hand out to him, suddenly feeling guilty for not washing up even just a little.

Part of him wanted to grab the coins and run, it would have helped him. But Hannes had morals. He knew full and well that if he ran away with the coins, he’d feel guilty right after. “Oh, I um… You don’t have to. it’s okay. I don’t mind doing this.” He smiled lightly. “And to prove that I’ll be back…” He paused, looking down to the large dog. “Obi, stay… He’ll be staying with you and guarding you until I come back.”

Ethan could only let out a sigh when he realized that the man had recognized him. His voice was probably a dead give away, or perhaps the stallion he rode into town? Either way-- the man was too observant or just not drunk enough or he wouldn’t have noticed. Right? “No, I just want one that will get me drunk.” there was no point in hiding behind a hood, so he finally dropped it from his face. To take a good look at the commoner before him; The man wasn’t too shabby looking, and when he extended his hand, Ethan grabbed it for a firm shake. 

“Not a word about this -- me to anyone. Got it?” he asked before tossing the pouch towards the man. A part of him wondered if he would return, his eyes falling from the dog that had been growling at him just seconds ago, and then back to him. “No, I insist get yourself something to eat and if not for yourself then for your dog.” he gestured towards the animal once again. 

“I don’t–what? We don’t have to talk about the fact that you saved my life?”

Isaac was stunned that Kate Bishop of all people was the one who rescued him. He had no idea how she came to be there, but he was grateful.

He shook his head, shelving that question for later. “I don’t live far. Come on.”

It may have been faster to call for a car, but Isaac felt she didn’t want any more attention than she’d already received, so they hustled on foot as surreptitiously as possible. Thankfully, this was New York City–not only had attacks from villains both human and otherwise become not uncommon, but a girl in a leather suit holding a bow and arrow wouldn’t even crack the top 50 strangest things one might see that day.

The first thing Isaac committed to upon moving into his new apartment was to treat those who worked there better than his parents had ever treated anyone who worked for them. That’s why, when they arrived, the doorman and concierge expressed concern, but took him at his word when he said, yes, it was because of what they saw on the news, but that she’d be fine, and he’d appreciate it if it stayed between them.

They graciously helped him to the elevator, and soon he and Kate were headed up, away from the chaos of the streets, and into the safe confines of his apartment.

“I bet…” he was breathless. “…the adrenaline is gonna wear off soon, and we’re both gonna be in a lot of pain. We’ll get your wounds treated, but I think it’s best if you stay here for the night. We can… figure out what to do next in the morning.” As if on cue, the elevator bell dinged and Isaac helped Kate out of the car and down the hall to his place.

No she didn’t want to really get into that -- of course she’d save his life. Kate would save anyone’s life. Even a dog’s life if it came down to it, but she remained silent rather than voicing her thoughts about this entire ordeal. 

Alright, maybe she should have reworded her statement -- don’t tell my mom. Don’t tell your mom or she’ll tell my mom the words were replaying her head over and over, but her feet were following right after Isaac. He was fast on his feet and that is something she appreciated, seeing that the last thing she wanted were for bystanders to start taking pictures. She wasn’t the one at fault here -- that much was evident, but media would only find a way to twist this around and make her the bad guy. 

As she walked into the building right behind him, she found that her mouth had gone dry. God, she really hoped she’d be able to drink some water before she had to talk him into keeping this a secret -- or you know threatening him in keeping her secret. It was Isaac, she wouldn’t have to -- he was cool. He wasn’t like her parents, he wasn’t like his own parents. At least she hoped so; 

As she stepped into the elevator, Kate found herself leaning against the wall, welcoming the warmth that engulfed her rather than thinking about how cold she was. When he spoke up, Kate glanced at him and nodded in agreement. SHould she admit that her arm was hurting like a bitch right now? Nah, not yet; 

“What were you doing out there on your own?” she couldn’t help but ask after exiting the elevator. Kate followed him back to his own place, thankful that no one was around -- that no one was after them either. The mess she had gotten herself into, well she’d have to find a way out somehow. Upon entering, she placed her bow and her quiver to the side. 

They had made it and by some miracle, Judy kept telling herself over and over just that. She didn’t doubt it, if anything she figured if they went down, they’d go down together -- but here they were Alpha Centauri the new world -- their new world. And while her head had millions of thoughts spinning on what would come next, what they should be doing next, her flight or fight mode was always on, telling her that they needed to prepare. Prepare for the worst, prepare for a new threat, just prepare. 

Or maybe you’re purposefully keeping yourself busy to avoid a certain someone who carries around a chicken? That damn voice just had to come out and state the obvious.

Penny had luck with the boys - Two fighting for her attention, and Will had his robot. Her parents -- well they had each other and all while she couldn’t stop thinking of the way he felt when he was inside her, it made it just as hard to stop thinking about him in general. Which is why she was giving herself work to do. Find a job, be a doctor, a leader -- just anything that meant she didn’t have to face Don again. 

And then her heart began pacing fast when she saw him just ahead. He was around a lot with her parents, and Judy was around her parents a lot, so this run in wasn’t necessarily a surprise. She did what she always did best and kept her calm and natural façade. 

“So now that we’re here, are you going to be managing a new group of people here?” she asked, half teasing, all while hoping that maybe he would be working around them more. “--I just ask since i’m hoping to see you in your new suit more.” she added with a slight hint of tease to her voice. 

Living the life that he did wasn’t exactly troublesome; At least that is what the people of Newark made it seem like. He was the King, having to live with his family, to take care of them, to fend for them, to stand by his parents proud. But Ethan did not have a life of his own -- the one where he wanted to roam free and wild of any duties and responsibilities. To just be free of being who he was, to get into fights for the hell of it, to be able to just be treated as any one else was treated. To fall in love with who he wanted to, even if for a night; 

Tonight was a bit different, he covered his face with a hood and rode on through the nearest town, to the nearest tavern. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be recognized, but he kept a low profile and when he reached the next tavern, he got off his horse, tying him up. He looked around the small tavern and spotted the only man around. “Hey--” he gestured for the male to come close. “If I paid you in coins, would you be kind enough to bring me some ale? Or will you run away with my coins?” he questioned. His hood still covering his face, he reached around his belt to shake the leather pouch in his hand, indicating that he had coins and this was not a joke.

It has been a while since I’ve been here last. I had a hard time looking for my password and everything. 

I would love to do some Marvel related rp’ing with any of my muses. The dirtier the better because my page is all 21+ content.