fists for hire.

samira abbasi. hitter for hire. independent oc written by hana. sideblog to hittcr.

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“Better question, why the fuck are you trying to kill me?” She knows that it isn’t a better question, and to be fair, the stab wound hurts like hell, but she can deal with that later. Right now she’s more concerned about the blood currently oozing out of her torso and into the now completely ruined dress. Fuck. This couldn’t have happened when she was wearing a hoodie or something?

Char pulls her jacket around to cover the wound before glaring at the woman, pleased at least to see the knife disappear. “I’m not the one with explaining to do, Little Miss Stabby. What the hell?”

        samira shrugged. she’d been paid. but not enough to follow-through if her first attempt didn’t do the job. she wet her lips and stuffed her hands in her pockets, brow furrowed. truthfully, this had never happened to her before. she was always very effective. she’d never seen anything like this before. “sorry.” an apology. for ruining her dress. and for stabbing her. “someone paid me. you pissed ‘em off somehow, i dunno. call me little again though an’ you’re gonna have another hole in your dress.”            this was, decidedly, the weirdest job she’d ever been on. she didn’t even mind that she couldn’t complete it. “who are you, exactly? what are you? ‘ve never seen anything like that before.”

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moreau‌:

she’s stronger than she looks, and damien, to his credit, doesn’t cry out, or even swear in pain at the action. sure, such a thing made him feel like he was 16 again, and powerless to boot. “very well.” he remarked, his voice pinched, clearly in pain. “let me leave, and i won’t harm you or your thief.” he still can’t help a chuckle though, even if it is pained. she certainly lived up to expectations of skill, if nothing else.

            damien moreau was on the floor with a broken finger and he still seemed to think that he had some sort of upper hand. samira wrenched back his middle finger until it cracked for good measure. and then she shoved him aside as she let him go. “i ain’t lettin’ you go ‘cause i believe your threat, moreau. it’s ‘cause i like these shoes an’ i don’t feel like gettin’ your blood all over them. you best believe that ‘f you start comin’ after me an’ mine, ‘specially my thief, ‘m gonna wear somethin’ i don’t mind gettin’ bits’a you all over.” she stepped back and rummaged through her coat for her cigarettes, fitting one between her lips. “fuck off before i change my damn mind.”

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gwen‌:

                         She gasped softly before chuckling and covering her mouth with her hand in a fake show of shock. “You’re forward aren’t you…I like it.” She thought about it and yes shetotally had her handcuffs on her. They were stashed in her bag, the disadvantage of her job she really couldn’t go anywhere without it. “It’s definitely hard to leave work behind. I’m a detective so off duty isn’t a set schedule so my handcuffs go with me everywhere.”

                         She’d let that sit where it was for the time being and maybe bring them out later, “Don’t worry I think if I had seen you on a warrant we would have met much sooner.” She could recognize a face and Samira’s she’d never seen before tonight. She was glad that they both didn’t really want to talk shop after all that was a dangerous thing given how their professions worked opposite each other. “I think that’s a really good idea..” Her conscious was screaming that it was a bad idea but she didn’t really care. “Aside from cheese? Maybe bacon? I’m not sure it’s all pretty good except anchovies. That still creeps me out.” Gwen was curious about what all Samira might want to know about her. She didn’t normally share a lot of information but she was sure that if Samira asked she’d probably tell her everything.

            at least gwen liked it that she was forward. samira didn’t really know another way. she saw someone she liked and she had to make it known. her smile quirked a little more. gwen said off duty wasn’t a set schedule so she absolutely had her handcuffs. which felt like, at least to samira, that her rather forward advances were being accepted. she wet her lips a little. and finished her drink.                 samira chuckles, a real, genuine chuckle. she’s sure she’s on plenty of warrants. she was just glad that gwen hadn’t seen any of them. “you eat just plain cheese pizza?” she shook her head in amusement. “i’m with you about th’ anchovies though.” they definitely don’t belong on pizza. she grinned and slipped off her stool. “come on. lets get outta here and talk a little...” she extended an arm. gwen was tall. very tall. and she liked that quite a lot. made things interesting. 

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@detholmes continued from x.

        gwen’s fingers were in her hair and mira grins against the soft skin of her inner thigh. her breath is warm against the most sensitive parts of her girlfriend and the resulting moan is absolutely heavenly. her tongue sneaks out again to delve into her sweetness, an amused chuckle vibrated her lips. samira nosed at her before looking up at gwen from between her thighs. too good at this? hardly. samira just wanted to show her a good time. this relationship was by far the best, most exciting one she’d had in some time. and gwen deserved to be treated right. “what, you want me t’ stop?” she chuckled again, resting her chin on her hip for a moment so she could get a good look at her. “damn, i could listen t’ you make that noise all day long...” samira nipped at her hip just once before sliding back down tease her lips with tongue and gentle teeth. maybe she just will spend all day making gwen tremble.

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@detholmes continued from x.

           “mmhn. no. you didn’t wake me up or keep me up.” samira tossed her hair over her shoulder and offered gwenyth a wide smile before leaning over to kiss her cheek. “’m a light sleeper. i was already awake ‘cause the door was banging across th’ hall. you just looked stressed.” she pushed her fingers through gwenyth’s hair and offered her another smile before kissing at her shoulder. “i was just wonderin’ ‘f i could help de-stress...?”

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@hittertm gets a thing

Char isn’t having the best week. Her computer fried itself, leaving half a book’s worth of audio files somehow corrupted and undoing two weeks of work; then her washing machine had broken down, and then her date had stood her up.

And now? On the way home from said date? She’s being attacked by some random chick in an alley and she’s bleeding. For fuck’s sake.

“Come on, man, I just had this dress dry cleaned. Was that really necessary?”

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         samira readjusted her hold on the blade and took several steps back. this is not what she’d expected when she’d been told this was a simple job. eliminate the threat. get paid. only she wasn’t on the floor bleeding out silently, she was looking at samira like she wanted to wring her neck. samira blinked a few times, brow furrowed. “what th’ hell? i mean-- - yeah... why aren’t you dead?” or much more severely injured. forget the fucking job. this was decidedly more interesting. and confusing.             she scratched the back of her neck with her free hand before wiping the blade on her pants and sheathing it again. “explain.”

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@detholmes continued from x.

          “you’re absolutely right, i fuckin’ missed you.” samira’s fingers curled a little tighter into her jacket and grinned against gwenyth’s lips. she stole another little kiss and then kissed at her chin, fingers snaking their way around her shoulders as she bumped up against the wall. samira’s fingers curl together rather smugly. “you already gave me cardiac arrest lookin’ so damn good... you can definitely put me under arrest. i ain’t gonna complain for one second.”

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moreau‌:

he falls, hand going to his jaw, lip split and a bit of blood in his mouth. he swears, but gives a laugh, “feisty.” he remarked, a dark glint in his eyes. “i tried to be nice and this is the thanks i get.” he scoffed. he spits out some blood, licking his split lip. “here’s how it’s going to work,” he remarked, as if she hadn’t just kicked his ass and rejected his offer. “you are going to work for me. and i’ll see to iy your little thief friend doesn’t have an accident. after all – it’s a dangerous life for thieves. they die all the time.”

           ‘feisty’ he says and samira hates him so much more. and then he has the gall to threaten grace? the fucking nerve. samira blinks a few times before she moves, hands shooting out to secure around damien’s wrist. she kicks at his knee and twists damien’s arm behind his back. the first digit she’s going to focus on is damien’s pointer finger. samira bent it back until it cracked and moved to focus on his next finger. “it’s super cute that you think you can threaten me, damien moreau. i’m gonna break all’a your fingers. then who’s gonna pull the nasty little strings t’ hurt my thief, huh? certainly ain’t gonna be you.”

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…this is the plan

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#we always talk about root’s adorable heart eyes at shaw buuuut let’s discuss this look real quick of shaw’s heart eyes at root #it’s honestly my favorite look ever ;-; #look how soft it is #she’s literally looking at root like she’s the greatest thing she’s ever seen #this look is usually only reserved for guns or food so this is huge lbr #this is hands down one of her most vulnerable looks period but it’s even more beautiful because she’s looking at the love of her life #her safe place etc #i cannot believe how mushy root makes her #imagine thinking i’ll ever get over soft!shaw #it’s rare we gotta cherish it

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gwen‌:

                       We could get some. Those words caught her off guard something that didn’t happen often yet here she was stunned. “Yeah that’d be great.” Gwen was taking a sip of her drink when Samira mentioned her being a cop and she just about choked. “Granted I’ve been known to drink a frozen drink every now and then but I wont go out of my way for them.” She nodded softly and chuckled, “I really look that much like a cop huh?” She did her best to not give off the cop vibe outside of work but sometimes it didn’t work. The other option was that her new friend was rather observant. “Their all afraid I’m going to arrest them for something. Which there are a few I’d like to arrest for just being ass holes to the girls they bring in. “I know you’re not a cop, definitely not a grifter or a thief, your hands are too calloused. You work with your hands a lot and not legally so hired security? Or hired for other purposes.” Hitter, assassin, there were lots of words for that job but there was no point in naming them all. “You’re fit but your injuries are not hospital repairs those are personal or china doctor fixes.”

        samira’s smile was a knowing one. “you look like a cop tryin’ not to be a cop. i get it. ‘s hard t’ walk away from the job. just hope you didn’t leave your handcuffs behind.” she shot her a wink, a teasing little thing. it was mostly a joke. mostly. samira did plan to bring her back home for a nice pizza though and maybe some good conversation. or something. that’s how that worked, right?             her smile only grew. she was good. very good. probably knew where in texas she was from too. probably knew all kinds of fun things about her that samira rarely told people to begin with. “let’s call it hired security and driver. but i haven’t done anythin’ to warrant getting arrested yet. which is good. because i like you. and i wouldn’t wanna break outta prison for talkin’ to you.” so. she wasn’t afraid to get arrested. not tonight. because gwen was just her type, it seemed. she ordered herself another old fashioned and recrossed her legs, appraising gwen for a moment. “we don’t gotta talk about work though. i’d rather we didn’t. why don’t i finish this drink and we can get a pizza  an’ get to know each other a little better? i got a real nice hotel. the boss is footin’ th’ bill... what’s your favorite pizza topping?”

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moreau‌:

damien purses his lips, stepping forward, as if taunting her. as if he didn’t believe she would actually lay a hand on him – and, truthfully, he didn’t. he tilts his head at her, “eliot didn’t know what was good for him.” he remarked, with a scoff. “you’re clearly smarter than him, which is why i suggest you consider my offer.”

            “mhn. no.” damien is testing her, it seems. samira waits only a moment, for damien to get comfortable, before she swings that fist right at his jaw, putting all of her weight behind it. “see, i ain’t gonna take a job from someone stupider’n me. which you clearly are. i said back the fuck off.” and he hadn’t listened. so he clearly didn’t see her as someone to take seriously. which made him stupid. and samira made it a point to actually listen to eliot. he was a good guy.

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"Don't punch me but the guys at your door aren't happy I stole their diamonds."

             “so you brought them here?! c’mon grace, really?!” she’s not going to punch him. but she is going to get ready for a fight. the one that grace had dropped off right at her door. “go siddown.” put him in time out while she deals with this.

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