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THE USED (2015-2017) LYRIC PROMPTS
@astremourante: "I feel safe."
Cruising down the sun-kissed streets of Los Angeles, the car's engine purring like a content cat, traffic seems to part for them. With the window down, the warm breeze tousles Amelia's hair and kisses her face in a way he wishes he could.
He could barely hear her words against the sound of the wind, but he got the general idea. He was happy with that, and glad that he was able to steal a glance at Amelia and see her face lit up in exhilaration and sheer freedom.
In this moment, the troubles and trials of the past are left behind. All that matters is the open road and each other's presence.
And for the first time in a while, Han smiles.
As they accelerate, Han can feel Amelia's hand reach over and take its place atop Han's on the gearshift, their fingers intertwining. In this moment of simple bliss, he knows actions speak louder than words, and he chooses to remain silent, promising himself not to screw this up again.
#han lue — answered.#han lue — interactions.#han lue — verse: main.#han lue — timeline: fast 9.#astremourante.#( this is post fast 9 )#( they take my breath away )
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Takes a fistful of Han's shirt, dragging him close to crush her mouth to his, desperate and hungry. ❤️
The woman on the drive-through speaker grew increasingly impatient, but Han was too consumed by Amelia's kiss to care. It had a magical effect on him, making him forget that a moment ago, he was starving.
"Hello? Are you there?"
Her words came out from the speaker, and Han could barely make them out.
"Jesus Christ…"
Yet Han remained blissfully unconcerned. His hand instinctively rested on Amelia's waist, lips remaining locked even as the honking of the piled-up cars threatened their moment.
#🗙 〻 han lue — answered.#astremourante.#( i wrote this way too poetically for how stupid the actual idea is )#( but i 100% imagined it happening )
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Amelia didn't know exactly how many times exactly that she'd endangered his life. It was definitely in the double digits by now, if he hadn't already lost count he probably had the tally. However, it was still more than one. She could just say she's sorry, but that would mean swallowing her pride and she fear she'd choke on it.
Instead, she offers a thin, wide box, topped with a bow too big for this specific box. She grins. ❝ Don't worry, there's nothing dangerous inside - ❞ Amelia pulled back a minute, realizing that she was lying. Lips pursed. ❝ Hm. Well, that's not entirely true, I mean - ❞ She shook her head, shoved it froward again. ❝ Nothing's pop out. ❞
Inside, 6 elegantly curved shuriken, dangerously sharp. ❝ Super cool, right ? ❞
A FEW OF THE ALPHA SHIFT members are loitering in the recreational room. Some play table tennis, others deal out cards, and Sulu is currently engaged in a game of 3D chess. He's no Kirk, but Hikaru likes to think he can hold his own. He's currently up against Pavel and, well, he isn't sure if he is winning.
Amelia's arrival is a nice reprieve though Hikaru should really be focusing on the game. If he has any chance of being the underdog, he shouldn't break focus. But he can feel the woman bouncing on her feet.
The man offers her a small smile, followed by a sweep of his brow. He eyes the box, wondering if he should take it. He wouldn't put it past Amelia to fill it with alien bugs that'll spring out once he opens the lid. But curiosity gets the better of Sulu and takes the gift and opens the lid. Eyes grow round, showing his full iris. Lips part when he looks up at Amliea.
"This is incredible." His grin is a shining sun, eyes crinkling around the edges. The material is lightweight, blades sharp, and perfectly balanced. If he isn't careful, Hikaru might end up hurting himself. He'll have to search for a holster so he can wear them.
The man rises from his seat, setting the box down so he can squeeze Amelia. "Thanks. These are great!" @astremourante
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"Ooh, what is that you have there?" Something smells salty and delicious and the crinkling of the bag in the hands of @astremourante is far too enticing.
"You will share with Cosmo?"
#SHARE#or he will steal your snacks anyway#verse. */ heart of a dog#astremourante#I don't have icons on mobile but#reply */ mobile
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@astremourante asked //
" Don't ask who I am or how I got in here, that doesn't matter and I'm in a bit of a rush. Could you sign this, please? " A notepad and a sharpie offered. " It's not for me. I'm sure I can kick a ball too. "
Jamie blinks in surprise at the person in front of him. He tilts his head quizzically, like a puppy caught in a new situation, uncertain how he's supposed to handle it. It's not like he's never signed an autograph before, but there usually aren't fans this close to Richmond's dressing room asking him for one. Typically, they'd be outside, or somewhere in public. Maybe she knows Ms. Welton...?
He takes the notepad and the Sharpie. "Erm - who's it for, then? If I ain't supposed t'ask who you are, who'm I signin' it for?" He doesn't sign his name quite yet; he's not a fan of people asking for multiple signatures from him so that they can go and sell it on eBay for a quick couple hundred pounds. He'll sign one thing, because he likes his fans, and he likes being admired, and– did she just say she can-
"Most people can kick a ball. They just can't do it like I can." There's a reason those signatures go for a couple hundred bucks, if not more.
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Hello, what are Fe's feelings on tumblr oc Amelia Sinclair found on blog astremourante?
❝ Thank you for coming, everyone. I know our time is brief, so I'll get right to brass tacks. ❞
She clicks a button on her remote, moving the powerpoint from a blank screen to the first slide. A photo of The Target.
❝ Amelia. Stella. Sinclair. Five foot Nine. Note the deep green eyes and bevy of freckles. Those are the distinguishing features you can catch at a glance. This woman, is wanted whether actively or otherwise, across the globe, for hundreds of crimes. HUNDREDS. ❞
She clicks the same button. The slide moves from a headshot of The Target to a photo of her in a convertible, giving the middle finger to a large body of water.
❝ Killer. Conqueror. Amateur FPS-Enthusiast. This woman is of current significance to you all for one reason, and one reason alone... ❞
She clicks the same button and slams the remote down on the table. The slide clicks over, revealing a selfie of Amelia 'biting' Felicia's cheek and Felicia scream-laughing as a result.
❝ We're dating! ❞
And then the gathered thieves, criminals, and proper naughty boys in the room all clapped, gave 'WAHEYS!' or otherwise commented on just how cute the pair of them were. Oh... and yes, they were cute.
#astremourante#ᴅᴏᴇs ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴄᴀɴ; verse hoppin'.#the other slides in the presentation: a picture of them running from sirens. a photo of them at a drive-in movie. and a text screencap#the screencap is just felicia going 'hey' with a heart emoji and amelia responding 'hey' with a heart emoji
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Kisses Pallis, with her finger wrapped around his throat. ❤️
Past midnight in the courtyard, Pallis feels the weight of Amelia's touch, her finger tracing a path along the regal lines of his throat, delicate yet charged with purpose. A tremor of anticipation runs through him, a reaction both foreign and oddly alluring. His black eyes, often a shield, soften under the moon's silver glow that illuminates them both before his lips meet hers.
For an instant, the world blurs, and in that stolen moment, drawn to the warmth of her touch, the dark prince loses his breath.
"Amelia…"
Her name drips from his tongue like an unkept faucet as she backs away, leaving a lingering taste of uncertainty on his lips. Standing at the precipice of an unknown narrative, it isn't long before his eyebrow arches in doubt.
"Is this a game?"
#pallis — answered.#pallis — verse: main.#astremourante.#( before they're a thing )#( 🫨🫨🫨🫨 )#( i could just )#( 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 )
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Bites softly over a scar she's already left on Rust's bicep. ❤️
Rust can't stop Amelia from doing it, but he sure can get some retribution—holding her chin in his hand, his fingers dig into her cheeks as she lifts her to look at him, a slight click between his teeth.
"If y'keep doin' that, it's never gonna heal."
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@astremourante: ❝ Joyeux Noël, mon loup, ❞ Amelia spoke softly, reaching her hands around his neck to clasp closed the gift she had chosen for him. A solid gold chain, not too thick to be obnoxious and tasteless; but thick enough that you would wonder if he belonged to someone. Her hands retreated, only to grab the chain at the front, yanking him forward to crush her mouth to his. He did belong to someone.
She had called him early that morning, with emphasis on the "calling" part because it was the first time in months that she had chosen to ring him up over texting him—In any case, he was at her doorstep in less than an hour, cleaned and ready with a present of his own in his right pocket.
He's made his way in front of the fireplace and lit-up Christmas tree when she reaches from behind, her voice directing him to turn around. He sits still as he lets her dress him in the chain, shiny yet modest: he can see it join his current wardrobe with little to no problems.
Rust can't say his thanks before she pulls him into a kiss that felt like it would last forever, lips meeting like waves on the shore, taking away all the remnants of the breath he had taken and leaving him with red-cheeked and breathless when she chooses to let him go.
It takes him a few moments to come to and decide what to say next, patting at his pants pocket and finding more than the gift box bulging there.
"I—I've got somethin' for you, too."
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a kiss that's accidental - 25.
WITH HOW OFTEN THE CREW of the Enterprise operates in close quarters, Sulu is surprised that an accident like this doesn't happen more often. Sure, there's been a stray hand brushing between thighs, or a shoulder pushing past a voluminous chest, but a kiss, well, that is a new one.
He and Amelia are on planet. Why Sulu is continually paired up with the woman is beyond him but orders are orders. Unless Amelia is fudging the system and trying to be a pain in his ass. Either option is possible. But the fact of the matter is, they're in a hurry. The sky is about to break, sending a torrential downpour of rain and hail and they need to move now.
Fingers fly, packing up his equipment, phaser, and sword. He reaches for his communicator, ready to hail the Enterprise when he turns, bending to reach for one more item that Amelia is also en route for. As they both collide, mouths brush against each other in a hardly there kiss but it's enough to give Sulu pause and his golden cheeks to turn red. Brown eyes grow round before he remembers himself, the first prick of rain cooling his heated skin.
"Sulu to Enterprise. Beam us up. Now!" @astremourante
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i'm in one of my moping moods ttonight. - jellybean
eyes lift from the painting, softening as they find amelia’s by the door. blues and golds smeared across her skin, dotting her cheek like freckles, drying on her arms in the form of a constellation. some of it, she has to admit, she did it herself. drawing the already formed lines into something beautiful. painstakingly perfect even in her accidents.
❛⠀⠀is this a 'wine, rom-com and chocolate' moping or should i get my gun? ⠀ ❜
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