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aprincessraisinghell:

He couldn’t help but be slightly out of sorts, slightly slow, slightly zoning out. He wanted to see her. Seconds felt like minutes. He started closing his guitar case, giving a soft sigh, before turning around. He took a slight step back, seeing the female. He processed what was going on, before speaking. “You’re here.” His tone was soft, and after a second he placed his guitar on the ground gently, standing just a few feet away from her. His eyes didn’t leave her frame.

she could truly understand what she was feeling. there was sadness and anger, but more often than not, she felt a sort of familiarity. seeing him was comfortable. “Yeah, that’s -- where I am,” she murmured softly, rocking back and forth on her heels like she always did. nevertheless, she looked up at him, hands trembling just a bit, almost as if she was trying to keep herself from reaching out and touching him -- maybe just to see if he was real. “I missed you,” she whispered.

#aprincessraisinghell #V. SOUTHERN BELLE

rcckatanskyy:

The dog was just as raggedy as the rest of those existing upon the baked earth, fueled similarly as Max was day-to-day, by the instinct to survive. But the dog had found a companion, and the woman had as well. Max tried not to think back to his own, but knew what to expect.

The man emitted a rough cry of frustration as teeth tugged and sunk into his flesh – and then the dog’s. It knew to try to dig past his gear, to push past leather and canvas and plastic, trying to get at him. But he wasn’t deterred in his own desire towards continued existence, hand grasping the woman’s wrist before sliding to the revolver, grabbing it and wrenching it out of her hand in a twist. Immediately, he snapped it upwards, the barrel staring its previous owner down, pressing against her forehead.

“Call it off…!” he had snapped, trying to push it away, shake it off, anything. To kill the dog would be useless during such a storm, or else he’d truly have to reckon with the woman more so than he had already.

there was little she could do to stop him from taking the revolver. she was at every disadvantage, save for her dog. she was simply waiting for the trigger to be pulled -- after all, what use where she and her dog to this random stranger? tears gathered in her eyes from all of the struggles, hearing her dog growl and rip at layers of protection she knew would be too much to handle.

“Cool it!” she called out, leaving the dog to stop its attack and stare at her with confused, old eyes. slowly, it backed away, staying close enough to be a threat if it needed to be. “Get the gun out of my face.”

#rcckatanskyy #V. FURY ROAD #[ yeah it's sad #like #but you did all this good stuff y u gotta be so crazy ; u; ]

aprincessraisinghell:

It wasn’t strange for zack to see familiar faces while he was playing on stage with his band. As they grew, both new and old familiar faces wanted to come out to support him. Some completely unexpected, like that night. They were getting done with their last song, when he saw the familiar face of his ex in his crowd, someone he never thought he’d see. The night they had their fight and called it quits during a heated argument, had not been a night he wanted to remember. It only happened a month or so ago, but he had started to miss them. So after the thanks everyone in the club for coming out, and headed backstage, he pulled one of the workers up, asking them to pull his ex backstage. He wanted to talk, he wanted to just hear their voice again. So he walked backstage, in hope his wish would get granted.

her life had gone silent after him. she made her way to and from work, wherever she could get it. her tiny house was empty at all times, void of any company or noise besides the shuffle of her feet. she’d come in some attempt to make herself feel human again, to connect with something -- with someone. seeing his face brought her to a standstill, and yet, didn’t make her want to shift from her space, or run as she thought she should have wanted. no, she stood her ground, tiny among the crowd, slowly realising how much she’d lost since she’d chased him out. even after the band packed up, she was reluctant to move, legs trembling slightly before she felt a hand on her shoulder. she looked up before she was led backstage, standing in a short dress and ratty shoes in front of the face she’d become so familiar with. “Hi.”

#aprincessraisinghell #V. SOUTHERN BELLE

liasoningdeeks:

His whole life to her had been a life. Sure Max Gentry had a life but one of undercover operations and pain. He couldn’t meet her eyes as she asked the question he didn’t want to answer. “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t a no because he had felt something. But it was safer for her and him not to take this beyond the leather jacket of Max Gentry. “I don’t.” He could see his partner in the distance and she came over to check he was okay and he told her he’d meet her back at OSP.

her frail body stood in the sun, arms wrapped about her stomach. she watched his partner with gentility in her eyes. she paused for a long time, silent in her thoughts. “I wanted to be a cop when I was little,” she murmured. “Had to give up my dreams for people I thought were on my side.” she mused, staring at her feet. “You get a thick skin when you’re in my kind of business, M -- Marty. Gotta get used to it.”

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

“Just not the good guy you were looking for.” He knew the trust was shattered. As it always was when someone found out who he really was. She’d never trust him again. He didn’t deserve her to nor did he expect it. “I was telling the truth about someone upstate who can help you.” It would do little to make her feel better. “Marty. LAPD Detective Marty Deeks.”

it wasn’t as if she’d never been lied to. she understood the pain of lies, but they’d always been superficial. painful, nonetheless, but nothing as deep as this. all she had now were questions. “Did you feel anythin’ for me? Or was it all just... pretend?” she paused. “Do y’already have someone?”

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

He hated himself and avoided eye contact. “I told you I wasn’t a good guy Juniper.” He spoke softly seeing cops moving to arrest the remaining criminals.

she shook her head slowly, watching behind him as she spoke. “No,” she murmured. “No, you’re a good guy -- like pop was. He was a cop, just like you,” her words were whispered, tears in her eyes choking up the syllables. “I thought -- I thought you were the first guy to be on my side. Thought you were gonna be the first one to take me away and -- and have somethin’ nice, y’know?” she held onto her stomach. “What’s your real name?”

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

He lowered his weapon slowly feeling the pain of another heartbreak. He didn’t deserve love like she wanted to give him. Not in his line of work. “You have to come with me. Please don’t make me have to handcuff you.”

there was no aiding in her pain now. she was numb, frozen in her spot as she tried to understand such a cruel joke. she made no move to get away from him, simply standing still.

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

His gun was ready and as soon as the other stupidly moved in front of her and aimed for him he fired. Two shots to the chest and as soon as he was down he moved to kick the gun away. “Juniper? You okay?”

the gunshots made her tense up, arms wrapped tight around her frame, light eyes filled with absolute loss. she took a few steps away from him, tears filling and over flowing onto her cheeks. “Don’t --” she stuttered.

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

He turned around after handcuffing the guys and saw her run. Cursing softly he ran after her and after the criminal that had grabbed her. “LAPD! Don’t move!” He shouted gun drawn as he tried to get a shot that wouldn’t hurt her but would take him down.

her mind was in shambles, and she couldn’t think straight. was it a dream? she hoped it was just a vicious nightmare, her mind playing tricks on her because it couldn’t believe she’d found someone sincere. the criminal turned his body, positioned completely in front of Juniper, aiming his gun.

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

He quickly pushed her behind some boxes drawing his weapons. “I’m sorry.” He spoke softly to her before he moved to arrest the two closest people pulling some handcuffs from his pocket. The game was up.

it dawned on her slowly. softly, she covered her mouth, tears immediately coming to pale eyes. she stood in horror, in disbelief. it seemed like her feet were cemented to the ground, but she eventually managed to run. not more than ten steps went by before she was grabbed by one of the fleeing criminals, pulled away and into the shadows.

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

He drove quickly feeling the tail on him. He didn’t comment on it and led them to the main base. Most of the top people were here moving the product and he readied himself for the sounds of guns and NCIS. He would keep Juniper safe and if anyone came for them he’d take them down.

she looked around the familiar place, a deep breath coming from her soft lips. for the first few seconds, everything was normal -- until she heard a sudden shout. uniformed cops and agents poured in through doors. her eyes widened, her hands going to dig into Max’s arm. “Max -- Max, we have to go!”

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

“I do.” He had friends upstate that ran a shelter that helped people get their lives on track. He’d stayed there a lot as a kid and they’d help her. It was the least he could do considering the betrayal that was coming. Softly he lent down to softly kiss her despite knowing that his partner could see him. “Let’s get going.”

Juniper gave the man a warm smile, the look of a girl fascinated by the thought of a new life with someone who cared about her. she left the apartment with him, soon enough arriving at the main headquarters of the ring, an old warehouse where almost fifty people were sealing up bags of coke and meth.

#V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH #liasoningdeeks

liasoningdeeks:

He watched her go and whispered softly, “You don’t even know who I am.” It hurt every time for an op he was forced to become desirable. Become someone that a girl wanted. As soon as his gun came out and he shouted LAPD she’d change her mind. “After this I’m gonna get you out of this. We can go live upstate or something.”

she straightened the collar of his shirt as she always did, grey-green eyes looking up as soon as he spoke. “Max --” she whispered. “Max, do you really mean that?” there was hope in her eyes, something she had been utterly devoid of for so long. she put her arms around him tightly, smiling warmly. “I’d love that.”

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

“I’m not Juniper.” She might not believe that now but the op was wrapping up. He had noticed that he had a shadow and knew that NCIS had finally gotten involved. Kensi was watching him and he assumed that she wanted him to put an ear wig in. The big raid might be going down today or tomorrow and he’d have to switch from Max Gentry to Marty Deeks.

“You are to me,” she murmured. “Can’t change that.” she slowly came away from him, brushing his hand before she went to the bedroom, getting dressed before they left for the warehouse. she came out, taking his hand. “We should go, like he said. Gotta get the last of the product pushed.”

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

This was moving so fast. He could feel her falling for him like many woman before him. And yet he couldn’t do something to stop her. He wanted her to fall for him. Maybe he was doing the same. He wasn’t sure. This was getting messy and he could see why this had screwed up Callen. “I’m not a good guy Juniper.”

“Don’t say that, Max,” she whispered, a soft look in her eyes. “I don’t care what you’ve done before.” to her, he was every bit her saving grace. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t think of a life outside of what she had now with him. there was potential for a future in him.

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

liasoningdeeks:

He hated how deep this was getting. Not because of her. Because it would hurt her more when the game was given up. When he would have to reveal that he was an undercover cop. “I get that. I lived on the streets for ages. Stayed at several shelters though.” He now had serious plans on how to protect her after all this. “I’m not going anywhere.”

he was a staple of her life, and after such a short time. she stood on her toes in order to kiss him, breathing just barely in between the connections. she pulled back after some time, smiling softly at him. “You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met,” she whispered, brushing his hair gently.

#liasoningdeeks #V. A LITTLE FARTHER SOUTH

acreatureofchaos:

“Hm,” He did his best to ignore her while buttoning up his new, unstained shirt. “Depends on what kinda fun you’re after. I’m terribly boring.” Brandon said, grinning, but his hand was already on her hip.

she wrapped her arms around his neck, tiny frame all too small compared to him, standing on her toes. “I think you look more than interesting enough,” she whispered, stealing a kiss that burned of whiskey and vanilla. “Shame that shirt’s gonna have to go so soon,” she said, pouting playfully.

#acreatureofchaos #V. SOUTHERN BELLE

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