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red-hemlock · 5 months
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"Tobias, will you stop looking at me like that already?! This is supposed to be a serious getaway car, not a rideshare! If you wanted McDonald's so bad, you should've called Uber and gotten them to 'pick you up' out of that jail cell, too. Honestly, dear."
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She's putting her foot down on this, Toby. No amount of whining and sad puppy dog eyes will make this fun bus back-up, the answer is no.
No.
NO.
// Fifteen minutes later. //
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".....Just order. Now." Man, is this what it really felt like? Someone remind her to apologize to Oz at some point, please.
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xhesfastshesweirdx · 7 years
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🍼 (I tried to stop Jim, but he was just too strong; it's the impreg meme I mentioned on Skype)
SEND “🍼” TO IMPREGNATE MY MUSE WITH YOUR MUSE’S CHILD. 
"Jim...”  Wanda laughed softly, feeling his lips against her skin.  “What is it my love?”
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No one ever wanted to take a night shift in the morgue... it always got thrown onto Molly. She understood it, superstitious minds and too many zombie movies had rattled the staff at Barts. She just wasn’t afraid of corpses, even the most unsavory looking ones. It was her job, after all, her career. 
Arriving at eleven, she parked her car in the nearly abandoned parking lot and made her way to the door. She wasn’t entirely fearless, she still held her keys between each finger in case she needed to punch someone trying to mug her. Yet she walked casually to the brightly lit doors, sipping an extra large coffee. 
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@criminalroyalty | cont. from x
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 Kira shot him a look as if to say, ‘Come on, you deserve a better death than that.’ Conceding to sigh, she gave up and rolled her eyes. “Don’t pull that kind of shit again.” 
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"Don't let me do this to myself." (For whatever angst reason your little heart desires.)
“What are you doing?” She asked, slowly walking over to him. “Come on, Dad, just hand it over, yeah? Let’s just talk..”
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devil-in-designer · 8 years
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[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my pants. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night. -JMx (Changed it a little.)
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[txt: brother dear] and they say you’re the dignified one… nice haul though
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thegirlwhowaited-dw · 8 years
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Amy slipped into her sexiest outfit, one that screamed slutty secretary and placed herself on Val’s desk.  Sitting on the edge she smirked, before calling out to him.  “Val.. can.. I .. get your help with something?”
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The Honeymoon Craze//closed with criminal-royalty
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One year and six months. One year they’ve been together, another six months they’ve been married. Sure, she got the perfect engagement ring, the perfect wedding dress, the perfect husband, but what about the perfect honeymoon? You know, the romantic pictures, the honeymoon suite, the needless spending, the beautiful beaches to make your friends jealous about. What about that? Nope. 
Rose didn’t get anything of the sort. Why? She couldn’t even tell you. Every time she begged her husband to go on a honeymoon together and he said no, he’d give a different excuse as to why they shouldn’t. Who will look after the cat? Where will they go? How would it be any different than travelling everyday? No, today was going to be different, today she was going to get him to tell her the real reason why he didn’t want to go on a honeymoon with her. 
That morning, she made certain to wake up extra earlier. She brewed tea for the two of them, placed two slices of bread in the toaster, started on some bacon and sausages, and had already placed some eggs on the table. If she couldn’t beg for a honeymoon, she sure as hell was going to schmooze for one. 
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red-hemlock · 5 months
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"Miss me, dollface?"
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There's purpose in the way that she approaches him. A gait that wafts predatory pursuit, and bleeds red with intent. The cat meeting the canary cornered. Yet her face is the likeness of marble, until she reaches him.
Fingertips first. A tentative touch smoothing into a palm that rides the expanse of his chest up, and against the silk of that dumb expensive tie he loves so much. Tobias Samuels... How did he find her? Why did he find her, and what did he want now? Ever the presser of her buttons. Ever the shadow at her back and mind.
So silken cloth winds meticulous: one, two, three, before digits coil themselves a nice taut grip. Surprise. The touch of her chuckle on his cheek is soft, clashing with the way she drags him in; and warm as the thrill that sets her nerves alight.
// I did. //
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"...Like the world's worst hernia, 'darling'."
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missfxsh · 8 years
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She was in her study when her men dragged the boy in. Fish put down her pen and raised an eyebrow, watching as the two thugs pushed the Samuels boy to his knees in front of her desk. She smiled faintly at him. It did not reach her eyes.
“So. You’re the one who’s been snooping around. Tobias, isn’t it? I haven’t met with a Samuels in... Must be at least two years now. And here I thought you boys were still being groomed. But you look like you’re all grown up and ready to play with the big boys... Alright then. I’m game. Who sent you?”
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xhesfastshesweirdx · 8 years
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"Give me a sign. I want to believe." (it's a special P!ATD line from secret meme list ;P)
{The Ballad of Mona Lisa} 
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     Wanda looked at him, she knew what he meant.  “You want a sign my love, you need proof of my loyalty?”  She continued to look at him.  “Then give me a mission.. tell me to do anything for you... and I’ll do it.”
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thecockysniper · 8 years
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Consequences
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Since he’d found her on that roof he’d rarely left her side, even when what they told him was grim. At first they were not sure she would survive and even if she did the trauma to her brain was severe. They did not know if she would ever wake up, and even if she did, it was doubtful that she would be the same person she had been. The world stopped turning that day for Sebastian Moran, everything that mattered to him was in that room, sleeping on that bed. He let the organization fall, it didn’t matter to him without her, and taking over it would have meant being away from her, and he wanted to be by her side when and if she woke up. At the moment he was sleeping in one of the rather uncomfortable chairs they had in this place, but it had become his bed. He slept soundly, head laying on his chest which rose and fell rhythmically. A beard now covered most of his face, his hair was longer, his eyes were dark and sunken, he’d become very pale and he’d lost quite of bit of weight. Even if she saw him she probably wouldn’t recognize him right away, but the mess sleeping in that chair was her loyal tiger, waiting for his mistress’ return.
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sxbaist · 8 years
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continued from here. || @criminal-royalty
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     “Right. The captain. It would be lovely if he could share his valuable input with us sometimes. I’d rather be nose deep in inane research than wasting my time in this hellhole.”
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devil-in-designer · 8 years
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♥ (Not in an incesty way. More of a 'as much as she can get on my nerves, I still care about her' way.)
Send ♥ if your muse is in love with mine and tell them why.
okay but I literally live for sibling threads, especially bc my Jim is so weirdly fixated on blood (both the substance and relation). also I love her dynamic with your Jim 
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nygma-h-blog · 8 years
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criminalroyalty replied to your post:( ooc. ) just finished watching scream season 1...
look at this brat
u got something to say bucko?
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xhesfastshesweirdx · 8 years
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closed w/ criminal-royalty
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Wanda sat on the edge of his desk, looking over at him.  He seemed really involved in what he was reading, this letter had been delivered by one of his people.  “What is it my love?”
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