what am i?

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Bar Bet | 001.

@merrittrps

Frida didn’t exactly know why she had ended up in this situation. It had started with her talking to her boss about writing edgier notes for the magazine, which resulted in the older lady telling her that she was not ready and that her fashion articles were always on point. The brunette hadn’t taken the comment lightly and insisted that she wanted something else, something that made the readers thing and get involved with the world around them. 

“Tell you what, give me a story and I’ll print it. Something about men, something nobody has written about them”

And so, she was at the closest bar to the magazine, the sparkling frog. “I choose whoever I want and you make them fall in and out of love with you in… a week? Something quick since we don’t have much time until the end of the month and it would be a great way to close month”. Frida rolled her eyes but went along with it, this was her chance to finally write what she was more passionate about, something other than just clothes and rivalries. “Sure, Hermia. Just pick your bachelor”, the brunette took a sip of her first margarita. 

“Him”

The man was tall, tanned and handsome, at least it wouldn’t ruin her reputation. With confident strides, she walked over to him, noticing the flock of girls surrounding him. “Excuse me”, she tapped his shoulder, “do you think I could have the time? My watch just broke”.

[bhatiwll]

Gabriel was desperate to get the campaign he was working for so badly, but what should’ve been earned by his skills and effort became a bet between his boss, his friends and himself. While sitting at the table, Gabriel was attentive at their conversation, debating over the possibility of getting the campaign when his boss once again took control over their conversation. 

Find a woman to fall in love with you, and if you’re able to do it, then you’ll have the campain.

Not because he deserved, only because if he could have a woman in love with it, it meant he would be passionate enough to understand women and work in that campaign. “And I can choose this woman?” Once he received a nod in agreement, Gabriel moved up, excusing himself from the conversation to find the woman who would help him get this job while falling for him. All of it sounded too easy inside his head.

He stood there by the bar, talking to women that would surround him some that he wished that would just give up of their conversation and some that seemed interest enough to either be a friend or a one night stand but none of them seemed to be the person to be part of this bet until one finally stood out among the others. As he turned to look at her, he knew. That was the one. And before he’d say something, she was the one who started a conversation with him. “I guess I could help you with it. What’s wrong with your watch?”

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museswithvee:

Yet another bad day at the dinner. School hadn’t been that bad until she set foot on what she called her workplace, the chef was too demanding for what seemed fast food and the other kitchen helpers wanted her to fail. Erin needed a drink, or the whole bottle, maybe that would help her get through the week. Her feet dragged her to the nearest bar, they all looked the same; the same dart board, pictures, smell, liquor bottles and kind of people. She sat on the nearest stool and looked at the wall full of bottles, pretending to think what she was drinking, it would be a whiskey and a beer, just like her Daddy used to drink, or at least that’s what her Aunt told her growing up. 

The hairs on the back of her neck raised up as she heard the door open. She thought she recognized him, he looked like a man in her parents’ pictures. But the lightning was really bad at the bar and the last thing she was going to do was walk to a stranger and ask if he knew Lucille and Brendan Byrd. Maybe it was best if she let him be, there was a booth across the bar where she… “whiskey and a beer”, the words came out of her mouth before she could process them. The barman looked at her as if she had signed a deal with the devil and she shook her head, “you don’t have to… I have money”, she took out her wallet and set her on the bar, “are you trying to get some good karma on you or do you invite girls drinks because you’re nice?” 

The warlock was uncertain if she’d reply to his question, but Mason tried. Despite all of those years he had left her behind and didn’t feel bad about it, this time, it was different. This was the first time that he understood he had failed his best friend by leaving his daughter behind. It was the first time guilty was trying to scratch its way to surface. "You heard her,” Mason replied, as his eyes stared at the bartender behind the counter. The man instantly moved himself pouring the chosen liquors inside of different glasses before sliding both on top of the counter. “I don’t think you are out of money nor do I pity you, if that’s what you’re implying. I’ve offered a drink, you can either accept it or not.”

And with her question, he scoffed. “Oh, I’m too far from salvation. It’s too late for me to try to have a good karma, besides... that shit is overrated.” A wink, before he took a sip from his own drink. He didn’t know who she was. Mason knew her name, he could see in her trais both his friend and the man’s wife, but that was about it. He didn’t know her personality, the type of person she had become, what she’s done with her life through the course of it. As of now, Erin was a stranger. “Everyone in here is probably wondering why I’ve stopped by, afraid if they are the next target, when I’m just here to have a drink. So... cheers.” 

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First Day | 001

This was the day. 

Abraham had been dreaming about this ever since he got out of police academy, for the tenth time. The problem with not dying wasn’t the fact that he had to learn things over and over again, but trying to find new jobs and stories so that he could blend in more easily. This wasn’t the first time at this district, but h had a solid story, he was the grandchild of the policeman… yes, solid. 

He grabbed the box of fresh doughnuts from the car and made his way to the precinct. “Good morning, I’m officer Abraham West”, his smile was wide. “Third door to the left, leave the doughnuts on the table. The captain is waiting for you”, the secretary behind the desk didn’t even bat en eye, her gaze was fixated on the computer in front of her, “thanks, is there anything I should–” “I have no idea of anything, please go to see the captain. I’m swamped with work”, Abe raised his brows, they had to do something about communication. 

[bhatiwll]

"I don’t need a new partner.” Bahati exclaimed to the captain, they knew her. Known as the hot-headed officer, because that was how they’d respect her, the one who would rather work alone than in the company of someone that could slow down her job now that to have one, because the captain said so. They had someone new in the team, and she’d have to find a way to accept it and work with them. It didn’t matter if she had been doing a good job or if she was used to working alone. Now, she had to be able to exceed their expectations about her job by being excellent while working with a partner.

She sighed, before the door was opened and the tall man would make an appearance. It only took a brief glimpse of that man for the captain to exchange a few words. Officer Avery, this is Officer West. You’ll now be working together. There’s a case two blocks from here, an old lady was murdered and there are no signs of breaking into her apartment. Why won’t you start there? Bahati shared a smile at the man who seemed to be hew new partner before she shook his hand. Bahati just hoped he’d make everything easier, after all, she not only had to deal with the fact she now had a partner, but the fact he wasn’t ugly for her standards and she had a curse that would always haunt her. “It’s nice to meet you. I guess we already have a job to work on.”

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The Reunion | 001.

[bhatiwll]

museswithvee:

Why did I even come home?

Finley stood in front of the door to her office. It had been so many years and they had lost contact… That’s why he had left in the first place, and he had promised himself that he wouldn’t come back. But Mom was sick and his Father couldn’t handle it alone. How could he say no to that? “Are you ready, Champ?”, the dog beside him looked up at him and scratched his leg, he was anxious. 

There were so many veterinarians in town, he could have gone anywhere. The lawyer knew Elena was the best and this was a perfect excuse to see her, not that he was looking for one. Elena was great, his parents kept talking about her even after all these years, as if he needed a reason for him to feel worse about what he did. “How bad are you feeling, buddy?”, the dog growled and started to walk, pulling on the leash. “Okay, I’m going, I’m going…”, he walked to the waiting room, “uhm, Champ is here for…”. The secretary offered him a smile, “the doctor is a bit behind, so if you could wait for a bit, that would be perfect”.

Elena was unable to keep herself at home, resting. It was unlike her, she had to work, to take care of her patients and be able to give their owners the chance of feeling relief, that the pain they can’t understand that is coming from their animals is something that Elena could find the right medicines to take care of. And that was the reason why, besides the fact she had a baby bump in front of her that would give her back aches every day didn’t stop her from being at the clinic that day, taking care of an emergency a woman brought to her.

Thank you for taking care of him. Elena nodded, happy to see both the woman and her cat leaving the clinic with a smile on her face. 

Opening the door so they could leave the room, Elena moved close to the secretary table to see who was her next patient, her eyes wandering through the list. “Who’s next?” She asked, and once her eyes reached both Champ and Finley, Elena felt, in that moment, that she could pass out. It had been so long, the exact five months she had been pregnant of the one man in front of her. The one that got away. And now, she had to be professional around him. Instead of throwing questions that were left unanswered. “Shall we? Let’s take care of this beautiful dog. How’ve you been Champ?” She asked, tapping the top of the dog head before moving back inside her clinic room. “What happened to him?”

[bhatiwll]

@karlasouzawrites

There he was... back in town. It was easy to notice how his presence changed the environment surrounding him; there where whispers as citizens exchanged words about him and he could almost sense their fear, that if he wasn’t a warlock with physical powers. Everyone knew him, Mason Kwahu. The man who worked for money, who knew the extend of his power and his strength and would go after anyone who had a target in their heads. Killing had never been a problem for him. It was easier than getting attached to someone. And it was when his eyes landed in the woman next to where he was about to sit, that he knew his brain couldn’t be wrong.

He ran away from those eyes when she was young, when she was just the living memory of his best friend. He had to run away because the idea of looking at her every day hurted, because, again, he was better at ending lives than caring about them. Still, he couldn’t move, sit somewhere else. He was unable to move from the chair he was already in, and with a glass of whiskey in one of his hands and a cigarette barely lit, he looked at her once again. Fuck. “Can I get you something to drink?” He felt the need to be polite, just because even if years had passed, he still held respect over his friend’s memory. Though he cursed the same man for leaving his daughter behind, without parents to be there for her.

[bhatiwll]

and so it begins;

[bhatiwll]

somnolent-killer:

Fernando could hear something. It felt like he was trapped in some weird horror movie, he began to think about the sins he had committed and different ways he could get out of the room or whatever place he was in. So whoever had taken him was a woman, or someone who liked heels, one of his jobs as a teacher was not to be sexist and researches told him that there were so many genders nowadays. On second thought, who would kidnap a teacher? The students liked him right? And he was pretty sure that he hadn’t flunked anyone on purpose. 

But she knew his name. Maybe it was another Fernando, this had to be some sort of mistaken identity case, he was regular Fernando, no super powers Fernando, MATH TEACHER FERNANDO. He nodded, hoping that he could at least ask some questions or explain his situation to his captor, “Look… person. I’m sure you have the wrong guy. Yes, I am Fernando but I’m just your regular teacher. I am not a millionaire and I’m sure the only people who would mourn me are my parents, and they’re not wealthy, I promise. Can I just… go? If you want I’ll help you track this other Fernando. The one you really need to protect…”

Her ordinary life was far gone from her daily schedule. There was a part of Serena that missed the idea of not knowing it all, of being in the dark about her own self and everyone around her. Species that were part of fairytales shared with her during bed time, were real and alive. They were out there, and worst of it all, they were looking for her... and now for the man in front of her who seemed to be cluesless as Serena once was. “Do I look like the type of person who’d get the wrong guy? Am I looking at you now and getting doubts inside of my head? Because the answer is no, and you’re the right Fernando.”

Finding a place to sit, she kept her eyes on him, nodding in disagreement to his request. “I’m not after your money, and I have no intentions of killing you. I'm aware that the circumstance gives a different scenario, but I can assure you that I’m only doing this because I’m trying to protect you from worst. I’ve tracked you, which was easier than it should be. The fact that you’re still alive, shows that you’re so fucking lucky,” she sighed. “I’ll start with something simple. You do know you’re not human, right? You’ve probably noticed it before, it’s controllable, but while out of control, it’s easier to notice when you’re draining someone else’s energy.”

[bhatiwll]

and so it begins;

@karlasouzawrites

The hills were brushing against the cold floor, making a sound that Serena knew it would be inside of Fernando’s mind for as long as that memory would haunt him. From the moment she knew her kind was in dange and knowing there were only two remaining, it was a matter of time until she would find the other one and she would save them from any danger before danger itself would reach them faster. Finding Fernando wasn’t easy, but she knew that no one would believe her story, not when they didn’t know who they truly were. Instead of telling the truth, of giving him the choice of staying or helping her. Serena started the only plan that made sense inside of her mind: kidnapping him. Pretending to be a nice woman before she was able to immobilize him and take him inside of the car straight to captivity.

She kept him in a dark room, a house far from civilization, but she never know if someone would listen to them or be able to track them. She didn’t know how far other supernatural creatues would go to kill them. And that was the reason why she was now making her way until him; dressed nicely and with a cute smile on her lips as she took the piece of clothe covering his eyes out of his face. 

“Hey, Fernando... let’s make a deal, shall we? I’ll take off the bandage inside of your mouth and you’re not going to scream. If you do scream, you’ll force me to punch you and get you unconscious and that’s everything I wouldn't like to happen.” She gave him a few seconds before she approached him, slowly taking of the piece of cloth inside of his mouth, waiting to see if he would act recklessly. “I know this is all of a sudden, but trust me... I’m trying to protect you, to protect us. It may not be easy to believe, but what I need to tell you is really important and once you’ve heard it all, I hope you can understand I’m not the enemy but your friend. So, can you trust me for a few minutes?”