#variantmuses

As she called him a gentleman he bowed slightly. Why? Not even he knew but it was what he did. Looking around for something resembling a pillow his eyes landed on his jacket. With a sigh he walked over, grabbed it, and balled it up before placing it on the ground. He managed to stay on the floor for about an hour, tossing and turning the whole time. “Being a gentleman sucks,” he muttered under his breath. Sitting up he looked at the bed and noticed there was a bit of room. “Claire…” he whispered harshly, trying to see if she was still awake after all sliding in beside her while she was asleep would have been one of his most creepiest moves.

Claire sighed softly as she was under the warm covers, and soon sleep took hold. She felt slightly guilty that he hadn’t taken the bed like she offered. Soft snores escaped her as she tossed and turned little during, a harsh sound jostled her awake. The blonde rolled over as one of her hands rubbed her eyes. “Pacey?” she questioned. “Are you alright?” she added before knowing the reason he woke her. “You know I told you we could share. Get your cute butt in here so you can get some sleep,” she murmured with a small smile gracing her features. She winced as the words replayed in her mind she hadn’t meant to say that. She decided to blissfully ignore and turn back around.

「 🌈 : @variantmuses​ 」

SEND ‘💋’ IF YOUR MUSE THINKS MINE IS KISSABLE // accepting

based on this ask:  💋 (from Steve)

She’d never admit it but it did make her heart flutter a little bit. Someone thought she was kissable. Her. Robin Buckley. A total zero in the grand scheme or things when it came to love and relationships. She tried to remind herself that it was just Harrington. It was still a nice gesture and it made her feel good. 

@variantmuses​​ asked:

“  you could’ve gotten yourself killed! you could’ve— fuck!  you scared the shit outta me.  ” [to Eretria from Will]

My muse hasn't had a proper meal in days. Send "🥘" to feed them something good.

After reuniting with the ones she used to call family, Yelena found herself falling back into childhood habits. The relationship between her and her parents was strained to say the least, but they were there now.

After a rather stressful mission to find more widows, Yelena arrived to her safe house. It had been days since she had eaten anything substantial, and hadn’t expected what she had walked in on.

A familiar smell hit her, bringing her back to when she was small. In the mornings, sometimes Alexei would make breakfast. It had been so special to her, and seeing Alexei in the kitchen brought that excitement back.

“You should take it easy getting out of there.” Fennec was merely checking in on the Marshal's progress, only to be surprised he seemed to be waking up early. He must have been healing quicker than she thought. Walking closer, she stopped his hand from tearing at any of the wires currently connected to him. Leaning to a sit on the edge of the tank, she urged him. 

“Please, I know you’re confused. I’m sure Boba would have wanted to explain this to you, but we’re here, so I’ll let you know.” She chose to select her words carefully. When she found out what she was she’d gone crazy, until the idea settled. Fennec didn’t want the same for him. 

“Your last memory, focus on it,” she instructed calmly. “You were with Cad Bane. He shot you. You were near death, but Freetown needed you. We needed you. So, we did what we could to save you. You’re alive, but you’re not the same. I’m sure you’ve heard of Mods, before.” she gazed from one of his eyes to the other trying to see if he was comprehending.