@burygods

a nose bleed that stopped fairly quick, some swelling, bruises, cuts and scrapped knuckles, but otherwise she felt surprisingly . . . fine. not that she would start getting into physical fights as something regularly, nor start actively seeking them out for that matter : but some of the training kai had tried instilling in her the last couple of months had at least been picked up & she knew if push comes to shove, she has a leg to stand on. even if the surge of anger coarsing through her wasn't pleasent and the words thrown her way stung. no brushing under a rug that she had led a privileged life, but she didn't expect people to worship at her feet & what happened between her, michael and kai wasn't something she was ashamed had happened, but have it thrown in her face was something else entirely. sitting on the bathroom counter, the silence had been pretty deafening the last couple of minutes, but she's easily ripped out of her thoughts when he dab cotton ball against knuckles, low hiss leaving her & she's easily have tugged her hand away if he wasn't holding her wrist tightly.

« your phone went straight to voicemail. what's going on ? »

low light of the outside lamppost sheds yellow hues over the cheap carpet of his motel room, the sound of the city barely registers, empty brown eyes staring in the distance, into nothingness. gabriel has been fussy when he came back, a nervousness in his tiny fists, there was worry in the child, din could feel it in his bones. it worries him, the way he's already fucking up the kid, thinking maybe gab would be better off without him, far away from all the blood on his hands and the misery that sticks to his bones.

it gets worse, the new job, the one from this afternoon being shady, something not right about it, suspicion only growing in his guts. din is not one to let shady people go about their business but he's not alone anymore. phone finally turning on, the bright light of the screen interrupts his train of thoughts, his code typed in, all he sees is a missing call from gloria and his heart skips a bit. muscle memory, reflex really makes him call her immediately, worried something happened to her, worried he wasn't there when she needed him. for once.

the second he hears her voice, his eyes close in relief, a deep exhale passing his lips. « you're okay, @burygods. » his voice is soft, nearly a whisper, it seems fitting, with the low light and the sleeping infant in the next room, door barely open, enough for him to know he sleeps soundly, peacefully. « i, uh, i was on a job, turned my phone off. are you sure everything is ok ? » and he realizes, talking to her, that his anxiety has started to leave him, as if he couldn't feel it anymore, as if there was no need to worry when she was there.

[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap

the sudden action takes the officer by surprise. a yelp escaping her. a strong arm wrapped around her middle - dragging her into @burygods’s lap, less than graceful as she collapses into him. fingers splayed across his chest, bell-like laughter trickling past her lips.     ❝ james…… you are impossible,❞     she scolds, shaking her head in disbelief. they’re at work, supposed to just grab a bottle of water from the fridge and be on her merry way - clearly he has other ideas.     ❝ what now playboy? ❞      brow raised in question, anyone could walk in - still she leans closer, peppering small kisses along his jaw.

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee. + reverse – @mythsonly (Jodie)

Aurélia’s reputation as a hardcore sleeper precedes her. Everyone on the team now knows that she can fall asleep anywhere. And that’s probably not an exaggeration. Thank God for coffee, which everyone has also realized Aurélia has a fondness for. So much so, that coffee is now always ready when the team comes in for early morning practices. So, when the young woman walks into the locker room, it’s with a coffee cup in her hand. As she reaches her locker, she’s about to take a sip, but her eyes take note of her teammate nearby. Sympathy washes over her at the sight of her exhausted teammate. She reaches out with the cup. “You look like you need this more than me.” She can always get another coffee.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDYNAMICSㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤjamie & dani. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( @burygods ).

a thud caught her attention, her head turning in the direction of her porch where she thought it originated from. it was late, but noise from the street wasn't entirely unheard of. she was a curious creature by nature, which was both her rise and downfall. reading glasses were left on the table as she went to investigate, peering out her front door window to see an expanse of darkness but opening her door to have a bloodied man on her doorstep. ❛ ❛ oh my god! ❜ ❜ gloria didn't believe in luck or fate, but someone was watching over the man --- regardless the state he was in currently, which wasn't all that good to begin with, but it was a stroke of luck that she could be the one person that might be able to help in some capacity. the doctor was quick to get to his level, her eyes scouring their surroundings for a second while her hands moved to the gaping wound that had her concern immediately. ❛ ❛ sir, can you hear me? i need to call you an ambulance. ❜ ❜ @burygods

cap is low over his brows, a desire to keep his identity as secret as possible, especially in his line of work these days. he's never been one to follow the right path, he always finds himself going back to his roots, to violence, a weapon for other to use, a tool. it's been like this when he was put into a foster family, drug dealers using him, shattering the innocence his parents had spent so much time trying to preserve. his decade in the army has been the only good thing he's ever done, the only choice he's made that he can be proud of. but now there's gabriel, there's a need for money and din knows what he's good at.

hands press against his wound, a gasp through gritted teeth, the dark of his eyes trying to find hers as she gets to his level. it's hard to keep awake but it's not the first time he's been injured, not his first brush with death either. a shaky breath passes his lips, head shaking as he slightly grunts, ❛ no ambulance, no hospital, please. ❜ there's a begging there, in his tone, there is no legal explanation he can offer, none they could accept for such a stab wound. ❛ they say, they say there's a doctor, ❜ another grunt, another breath caught in his throat, ❛ in this street. please. ❜ his thoughts turn to gabriel, he can't leave him alone, can't abandon him.

@burygods​ ASKED,   ❛ 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊’𝒎 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆? ❜ / 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂 & 𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒔 :'))

          𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃 && 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒.    why did he have to do this to her?  why does he of all people have this kind of effect on her?   alia remembers when it was them trapped in a store, clawing undead outside their door while she threatened him, while she sneered && drowned in her angry grief.   when had things changed? she often wonders to herself,  &&  why does she 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮   so much that it had?  a breath is taken into her chest as hand raises so that she can point toward her, sweat from the heat rolling down the side of her face && against the skin of her neck.    ❝  no, no, no . . i- . . ❞     ‘he can’t know i like him.  he can’t know that i think about him, that i wonder what it might be like . . no!  not doing this.  he was a savior!’      ;       thoughts are forceful, cemented in their clear decision that tobias can’t know her real feelings.   they’d known each other for a while now, made some conversation, he tried to get to know her && yet⸺brain refused to jump over one massive   𝙷𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙻𝙴.     ❝  i didn’t say you were cute. ❞   she’d muttered it, in fact.  does he have insane hearing or something?    ❝  i said you were annoying!  “   the opposite of cute,   ❝  you-you . . you’ve talked my ear off all damn  afternoon while i’m stuck on this scout mission with you!   talk, talk, talk . . jesus!   do you ever sit in silence?!  ❞   a deflection at best for actual feelings.  

@burygods : [ smile ] sender uses their fingers to turn receiver's frown into a smile.

smoke exhales slowly across chapped lips, the blunt resting between fingertips while watching the graveyard, watching the people here, watching kai fight. everyone participating in devil's night. banks had been out there & perhaps, he could understand his sisters need to get out, get away. he certainly took every change he could to get out. to get away. but after catching her with kai once tonight already, he didn't want to lose her. didn't want to lose his friend either. he simply didn't want things to change . . . there's a small grunt as two fingers are poked into the corner of lips & pulled upwards, reering back ever so little to glare up at will.     ❝   fuck off.   ❞      a growl while free hand swat at his hands, eyes narrowing up at his best friend.

« i just wanna make you feel okay. »

the pads of her fingers are delicate on his cheeks, her palms holding his face as if it was something precious, something that could break should she be less than gentle. in his life of war, of violence, there’s never been so much brightness, a light coming from her very soul, touching all the scars others left behind carelessly, methodically sometimes : it feels like a healing balm. eyebrows flutter, caressing the thin skin beneath his eyes, drawing shadows that her voice erases as he looks up.

it wreaks him, what his parents’ death, what his teenage years in the gang, what his time in the army did not manage to do, her gentleness manages it. it takes his breath away, a tightening in his chest and an emotion that rises like the tide up to his eyes. din finds the depth of her gaze, tears kept at bay though they shine in brown eyes. a deep intake of air, a soft smile that lets a shaky breath out before he closes his eyes, letting his forehead rest against hers. « you do, @burygods. » it’s the quietest words he’s ever uttered, coated with emotion. the moment lingers, trying to keep as much of it as he can, to map every touch, every sensation. din thinks of rainy days, of her sun that would miss during those, hoping for that memory to bring it back, to keep away the monsters for just a second.

her smile could freeze time, to make it stand still. he knows her insecurities, talks after talks, her silences secrets he keeps. maybe it’s the utter adoration he holds for her that makes up for his lack of bravery : his hand is slow as it goes up, fingers grazing the thin skin of her inner wrist, barely pressure applied, thumb rumbling gently against her heartbeat, hoping she’ll stay right there forever.

james street      ——      ❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

fingertips drum against his strong chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. a rather bold statement if one were to ask the blonde. tilting her chin upwards in defiance, that condescending tone - just reserved for @burygods,     ❝ give me one good reason to playboy, ❞     she taunts. much too entertained by the possibility of riling him up further, rather than give in to desire - give him what he wanted. not how they played. not now. not ever.

“What do YOU want to become?” – @mythsonly (Mele)

“I don’t know… I always imagined having a normal life. Just living as a seamstress, making dresses for the lords and ladies of the court, for King Hastur and Queen Arianna. Now? I don’t think that’s possible anymore.” Riley glances down at the floor, picking at her own fingers. Everything seems to be falling apart. The young woman could honestly say she’d never known true struggle. Sure, life has its difficulties, but nothing that she’d ever felt crushed under. Not until now. Not until her brother and father were thrown into prison. And for what, she’s not sure. No one will tell her. She lifts her head, meeting Mele’s eye again, despair gone from her features, replaced with curiosity. “What are you doing here? Did Xan send you to check on me?”

@burygods​  :  “ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “  /  jacob to emma    meme.

   “ Are  ― are  you seriously  talking  about  food  right now ? how  .. could  I even  think  about  food  with  how  this  night’s  been going ? “ her brows were quick  to  pinch  in  the  middle,  calm  herself  down   and fight  the gut wrenching   sob  born from sheer terror  that was threatening to swallow her  whole. it  was  clawing  and  scratching deeply  in  her  throat.  it  felt  like  that  one  final warning  before  something inevitable happening. not to  be  controlled.  “  I feel  sick   ―  jacob. this  isn’t  a  funny game  or  ―  prank. I saw something .. it  definitely  wasn’t  a  bear. and it  bit  me  .  so, no I’m  not  hungry. “  her  hand  runs  to lightly  press her  stomach feeling  a  very  tense  cramp.  

“  how could  something  like  this  happen ? “

@burygods : ❛ you can come back from this. i know you can. you have to. ❜ / jack to din

a shake of his head, eyes full of tears that he hides in his folded arms. there's a shaking in his very bones, HE CAN'T GO BACK, he can't be brave, he can't, he simply can't. din knows what happens when he goes back to the states, what happens when he gets back in contact with people he knew back them : it's a fucking mess and he's terrified to be back in their orbit.

❛ you don't know what they're capable of, you don't fucking know what i did back then, man. ❜ it's paralyzing, the message his foster sister left on his phone replaying endlessly in his head, her gentle voice. there was nothing there that indicated any trouble, for sure, but just thinking about being back there, it gives him back anxiety.

his thoughts drift to the drug dealing, to the violence, to the berating and his eyes close tighter, biting his tongue as his jaw locks : he feels like he's a sixteen year old again.

“  i’ll  have  my  phone.  and  if  there’s  a  kind  and  loving  god,  reception.  “ // @burygods

adri laughs, bright and clear. “oh come on, now you’re just tempting fate with that.” unlike her brother, adri has no trouble believing in the whims of the universe and all of her family’s superstitions. she especially believes in jinxing things, she’s been a nurse too long not to. “at least you’ll have something to blame if people don’t know ncis up there, y’know,” she says with a vague wave, “lack of reception and tv.” adri only knew of ncis from a few interactions when she was an active duty navy nurse.

honestly you’re one of the nicest people i have ever had the pleasure of meeting on this hellsite. your characters are top notch and your writing is just awe-inspiring. i love you and thank you for being one of the best writing partners 🥹

louise,  you  are  an  angel  and  this  message  genuinely  made  me  tear  up.  thank  you  for  being  one  of  the  best  writing  partners  too.  i  love  you  so  much  <3

❝  are  you  threatening  me?  ❞    she  is  rather  surprised,  and  it's  not  even  sarcasm  that  takes  over  her  features.    it's  rather  genuine,  and  jane  even  raises  her  eyebrows.    good  thing  she  never  goes  out  with  a  few  weapons  hidden  around,  although  she  had  really  hoped  she  wouldn't  need  to  use  them  tonight.

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